[Note: This STGOD immediately follows the June 2001 Transcend TGOD.] From: Kyle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 20:54:29 -0400 Message-ID: <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net> All right everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD diplomacy and such. I'll start. --===-- Wide Band Hyper Radio Transmission: From: Star Marshall Knopf and the Omnipotent Triumvirate To: Boyd Collective. Boyd Creatures; Due to your unprovoked attacks on Sixth Imperium Naval Vessels, the Planet Earth, Brother Kynes and Lord of Graeme of Dice the Omnipotent Triumvirate issues a warning. The Boyd Collective is to immediately disarm it's Fleet, disband it's Army, allow inspectors from the Triumvirate free and unfettered access to Boyd Collective space, and to pay war reparations to all three interested powers of the Triumvirate. If these conditions are not met within one (1) week then the Triumvirate will be forced to declare a state of war to exist between the Boyd Collective and the members of the Triumvirate. -- Star Marshall Knopf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 16 Jun 2001 01:04:18 GMT Message-ID: Kyle wrote in news:3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net: > Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > diplomacy and such. I'll start. > --===-- > > Wide Band Hyper Radio Transmission: > From: Star Marshall Knopf and the Omnipotent Triumvirate > To: Boyd Collective. > Wide Band HoloNet Transmission From: HM Government, Confederation To: The Triple Alliance In light of the Triple Alliance's recent attacks on nonmilitary installations, cities and ships in Taelon territory and the instance of noninvolvement despite clear information possessed by the Confederation, HM Government is recalling the Ambassadors to the respective powers for consultations. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 20:58:10 -0700 While the Yosemite Bear faction is a Neutral force, the actions of the Triumvirate, are causing us to consider a temporary embargo on delivery of high grade ores to your powers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Kyle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 01:01:17 -0400 Message-ID: <3B2AE81D.1D3754BA@Netzero.net> > While the Yosemite Bear faction is a Neutral force, the actions > of the Triumvirate, are causing us to consider a temporary embargo > on delivery of high grade ores to your powers. Knopf studied the recently delivered message in his quarters onboard the Vengeance. He quickly called up an intelligence report on the 'Yosemite Bear Faction' it confirmed his initial thoughts. The Sixth Imperium had absolutely no dealings with them. And if they did they would be far more worried about not selling to the Imperium then the Imperium would be worried about not buying from them. When you've got a fleet of trillions of moon sized ships to support people beg you to buy from them, not the other way around. He considered an official response and decided to keep it simple. By Hyper Comm To: The Yosemite Bear Faction From: Star Marshall Knopf. Your actions have been noted and will be remembered. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 01:28:10 -0400 Message-ID: <9geql6$8osbf$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de> "Kyle" wrote in message news:3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net... > Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > diplomacy and such. I'll start. > --===-- To: The Powers that Be I am offering my services to you as a spy/saboteur/etc. Contact me for arrangements. That is all ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 06:28:33 GMT "Colin Brian Witz" wrote in message news:BQAW6.81$D.4900@news.inreach.com... > While the Yosemite Bear faction is a Neutral force, the actions of the > Triumvirate, are causing us to consider a temporary embargo on delivery of high > grade ores to your powers. [Earth] "Who is the Yosemite Bear faction?" asked Kynes, sitting on the sands in one of his Chambers of Solitude. "I don't actually know," replied Kyle, speaking from one of the water-viewscreens created by the mist. "Our records show no dealings with them. That's why I contacted you; I wondered if you might know." "Well, I can't speak for every merchant on Earth, but naturally, I have no need of high-grade ores. I don't have any ships!" "Right. That's what I thought. Well, I'll see if I can contact Lord Graeme, then. Perhaps these 'high-grade ores' are used by him, as dragon food... or something. Look, regardless, I've made a note of this. Whoever this faction is can't remain neutral forever." Kynes nodded. "Always good hearing from you." "Knopf out." Kynes drew the runes in the sands that called up the door. A simple runeset, and as he finished it, a meter away, sand rose up from the seemingly stranded desert island and superheated itself, forming a doorway of glass. Looking through that glass, Kynes could see the Central Chamber. He opened the doorway and walked through. It was a time of great turmoil in the galaxy... again. He sighed, and looked around at the walls, the gently curving surfaces of which were carved with stars and painted a picture of the galaxy at the time of the Earth's formation. There was no doubt that the Planet would need protecting again. He was up to the task. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B2B0187.A5FC362E@sk.sympatico.ca> From: Graeme Dice Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 06:51:13 GMT Kynes wrote: Graeme spoke to Kynes "Well, I do have some Mercury Dragons that like to eat metallic ores, but I've got enough of a food supply to keep them happy for the meantime. I could always use more platinum however." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars References: <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net> Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: <_CHW6.4517$V5.12147@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 11:42:50 GMT To: Star Marshall Kyle Knopf From: Chris O'Farrell, High minister of the O'Farrell Hegemony. The O'Farrell Hegemony is willing to seek a trade for Hypermissile technology and the licenses to produce them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 18:22:34 GMT In article <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net>, Kyle says... > >Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD >diplomacy and such. I'll start. >--===-- General message to the powers of this galaxy: Greetings, As a relatively new arrival to this galaxy, I request a diplomatic exchange, in order to avoid potential difficulties resulting from my ignorance of local alliances and interests. If you wish to send a representative, come to the enclosed coordinates. Signed, Fleet Admiral Ray, Commander, Outworld Fleet (OOC: This message is being delivered by my corvettes as they explore the galaxy. Their captains are under orders to avoid all vessels greater than 80 km in length, any ship resembling Boyd vessels (Based on limited sensor data from the recent Troll war), and any ship that they judge to be hostile. The coordinates attached are for a point towards the edge of the galaxy.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 16 Jun 2001 19:45:30 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in news:KtNW6.11161$pb1.415691@www.newsranger.com: > In article <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net>, Kyle says... >> >>Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD >>diplomacy and such. I'll start. >>--===-- > > General message to the powers of this galaxy: > > Greetings, > > As a relatively new arrival to this galaxy, I request a diplomatic > exchange, in order to avoid potential difficulties resulting from > my ignorance of local alliances and interests. If you wish to > send a representative, come to the enclosed coordinates. > Courier Drone From: HM Government, Confederation To: The Outworld Fleet HM Government would like to send a diplomatic mission to your Organization at your earliest convenience. An Escort Carrier, a Light Auxiliary and two Escort Frigates shall be sent to the enclosed coordinates for rendezvous. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 16 Jun 2001 20:08:13 GMT Message-ID: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) wrote in news:Xns90C2814C5TIEbeowulf@130.133.1.4: > Wide band transmission: > To: All > From: The Imperious Emperor Beowulf > > I seem to be new here. It appears that one of our Gate jumps went > horribly wrong, and now we seem to be in a different universe. Could > someone give me some maps and stuff? It appears that I might be in need > of some allies, also. I have the _IMS Mercury_ and some other ships. > Automated Confederation Exploration Droneship. First Contact Detected. Alien Transmission Detected. Language: Standard English. Protocol: Subspace IP AI First Contact Routines Active: Beginning datadump... (Sending map of known CW & STGOD space as well as how to switch between universes) (Sending message back to SPACECOM) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 20:56:57 GMT In article , Phong Nguyen says... > >Namothil wrote in >news:KtNW6.11161$pb1.415691@www.newsranger.com: > >> In article <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net>, Kyle says... >>> >Courier Drone >From: HM Government, Confederation >To: The Outworld Fleet > >HM Government would like to send a diplomatic mission to your >Organization at your earliest convenience. An Escort Carrier, a Light >Auxiliary and two Escort Frigates shall be sent to the enclosed >coordinates for rendezvous. CO-637, assigned to message delivery duty To the government of the Confederation A cruiser division has been dispatched to meet with your envoy. We look forward to negotiations. Signed, Fleet Admiral Ray A cruiser ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 16 Jun 2001 21:16:06 GMT Message-ID: "Robert A. Healey" wrote in news:9gghsr$8stvr$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de: > > "Kyle" wrote in message > news:3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net... >> Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD >> diplomacy and such. I'll start. >> --===-- >> > > To: The Powers that Be > > I am offering my services to you as a spy/saboteur/etc. Highly > reliable. Contact me for > arrangements. That is all > HoloNet Transmission From: HM Ministry of Intelligence To: Mr. Healey We may have some use for you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 16 Jun 2001 21:25:13 GMT Message-ID: Confederation Network News The Government today has issued a full mobilization of the Starfleet, the Reserve and the Guards. Citing destabilizing conditions in the Galaxies, the Ministry of Defense seems to be preparing for a possible war. Major traffic lanes, whether on the ground, air, sea or space, are being closed, with only essential civilian traffic and military traffic let through. ::pan to shot of huge convoy on a freeway:: Neo-Queen Serenity issued a press release asking the populace to remain calm. As yet there is no war, and these recent actions..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 17:30:06 -0400 Message-ID: <9ggj4g$8r6bq$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de> "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns90C2AFB99B827phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > "Robert A. Healey" wrote in > news:9gghsr$8stvr$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de: > > > > > "Kyle" wrote in message > > news:3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net... > >> Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > >> diplomacy and such. I'll start. > >> --===-- > >> > > > > To: The Powers that Be > > > > I am offering my services to you as a spy/saboteur/etc. Highly > > reliable. Contact me for > > arrangements. That is all > > > HoloNet Transmission > From: HM Ministry of Intelligence > To: Mr. Healey > > We may have some use for you. I am strictly confidential as to my employers but I do work on a first come/first served basis. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:59:37 -0400 Message-ID: <9ggroo$93ikj$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de> "Kyle" wrote in message news:3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net... > Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > diplomacy and such. I'll start. > --===-- Slowly but surely the shuttle made its way to Core Prime. As it slowly waited in the system's Oort Cloud, the onboard computer was busy running calculations while Healey tinkered with one of his special probe droid models. Ever so carefully, he altered the units appearance and actions so that if discovered, it would appear to be the "Arm", which his sources told him was the Core's mortal enemy, and not himself which planted the device. Activating the re-entry shroud's phase and SW cloaks, he sent it on a collision course with the Core. In about 3 days, the unit would arrive on planet, the cloaked re-entry should burning up in the atmosphere and releasing the probe droid. By the end of the day Healey would be receiving data from the probe, and would disclose the hypernet IP address and access codes of the data storage unit to his clients. Consulting his list, Healey began the long, sublight crawl out of the system at 1/4 Impulse until he was sure he was far enough away to engage his shuttles warp drive Bob Healey ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:09:00 GMT Kynes wrote in message news:JoNW6.297798$oc7.22326699@news2.rdc2.tx.home.com... > "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in message news:_CHW6.4517$V5.12147@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au... > > To: Star Marshall Kyle Knopf > > From: Chris O'Farrell, High minister of the O'Farrell Hegemony. > > > > The O'Farrell Hegemony is willing to seek a trade for Hypermissile > > technology and the licenses to produce them. > > I warn you now: your ally Deimos' attempt to ally himself with a banned character > will not sit well with the Triumvirate. To: Kynes, Earth, Sol From: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way I must correct you. Deimos and I have a treaty of non aggression, but we are not 'allied'. And I must correct you on ASVS law, to my knowledge, there is no precedent for banning from existence in this universe unless the Final Solution has been imposed... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: <3zSW6.4757$V5.12257@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:09:35 GMT Deimos Anomaly wrote in message news:3B2B60F9.B9DED4DE@aol.com... > Kyle wrote: > > The Vengeful Hegemony of Romulan Wrath wishes to form an alliance with > the Sheppard forces and Sirensha (if the latter still exists), and also > with the O'Farrell Hegemony. > We must refuse an alliance at this time, but would be happy to sign a treaty of non aggression... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars References: <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net> Subject: Re: [STGOD] To: Phong Nguyen Message-ID: <5CSW6.4758$V5.12355@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:12:49 GMT To: Her Majesty Queen Serenity, Confederation of Independent Nations From: Chris O'Farrell High minister of the O'Farrell Hegemony. We would seek a treaty of non aggression and friendship with you as well as treaties of trade and industry... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:19:01 GMT "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in message news:wySW6.4756$V5.12438@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au... > To: Kynes, Earth, Sol > From: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way > > I must correct you. Deimos and I have a treaty of non aggression, but we are > not 'allied'. And I must correct you on ASVS law, to my knowledge, there is > no precedent for banning from existence in this universe unless the Final > Solution has been imposed... "Time for my shower," thought Chris, and he walked into the bathroom of his command ship. He gasped, for frozen in ice on his mirror's glass were these letters: From: Terrae Kynes; Brother of Planet; Son of Suns To: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way Chris, I assure you. I have contacted the relevant authorities for the STGOD universe, and they have made it quite clear that Deimos has made himself an acolyte of a being who will no longer be allowed here. For continuity reasons, and the fact that the moderators themselves do not recognize his existence. Eternally Vigilant, Kynes ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: uni-berlin.de!dsl-206.tbi.NET!not-for-mail From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] To: Phong Nguyen Date: 17 Jun 2001 00:29:07 GMT Lines: 35 Message-ID: References: <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net> <5CSW6.4758$V5.12355@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> NNTP-Posting-Host: dsl-206.tbi.net (207.204.243.206) X-Trace: fu-berlin.de 992737747 9770027 207.204.243.206 (16 [17677]) User-Agent: Xnews/4.05.11 Xref: uni-berlin.de alt.startrek.vs.starwars:218228 "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in news:5CSW6.4758$V5.12355@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au: > To: Her Majesty Queen Serenity, Confederation of Independent Nations > From: Chris O'Farrell High minister of the O'Farrell Hegemony. > > We would seek a treaty of non aggression and friendship with you as > well as treaties of trade and industry... HoloNet Transmission From: HM Government, Confederation To: High Minister O'Farrell, O'Farrell Hegemony. The Confederation would entertain Treaties of Trade and Industry. At this time however, it is not in our best interest to sign a Pact of Non-Aggression. The Confederation shall remain neutral, however, and our jumpgates are open to your nonmilitary traffic. Requests for Treaties of Trade and Industry 1. Both Nations shall remove such barriers to trade as tariffs and government subsidies. 2. The Hegemony shall not receive preferential toll fees at the Nemesian InterUniverse Jumpgates. 3. Both Nations shall not attempt to undermine each other's Industries. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:51:54 GMT "Namothil" wrote in message news:KtNW6.11161$pb1.415691@www.newsranger.com... > General message to the powers of this galaxy: > > Greetings, > > As a relatively new arrival to this galaxy, I request a diplomatic > exchange, in order to avoid potential difficulties resulting from > my ignorance of local alliances and interests. If you wish to > send a representative, come to the enclosed coordinates. > > Signed, > Fleet Admiral Ray, > Commander, Outworld Fleet "What the hell is this Jantez?' "We've got messages being dropped all over the quadrant and more starting to pop up galaxy wide." "Any ident on the origin?' "We've got the signature and we're cross-checking against our database to see if we know what's going on." "Major Yut-ne report" "Strange message buoys all over G2 sir, we're still trying to find out the primary divergence point to locate the messages true originator." "Very well Major, when you have more data jump it up to Intel HQ and give it the preliminary run down for a SNIE." "Yes sir." Three hours later: FLASH FLASH FLASH Encrypt Level G-17, protocol jump set 5, freq scramble level-7. All units must delete message after reception, authorized copies must be verified and secured under FLASHPOINT protocols. Report, Preliminary Special National Intelligence Estimate Over the course of the last several hours message beacons have been corvette-vessel driven to remote coroners of the new galaxy. None have appeared so far in the home galaxy but we have to assume that the Second Galactic Empire will not remain motionless with a new player in the game. Conclusion While no declared or undeclared state of war exists between the Second Galactic Empire and the new Republic we must remind ourselves that our nation continues to exist only at their leisure and the most appropriate means to secure a safer future allies must be sought at all turns. We should look for someone who has the ability to begin limited military partnerships including exchange of the right to base vessels and perhaps joint military training in order to invest ourselves with a future should the SGE decide we are too much of an impediment to their plans. END END END Dispatch: Open 1 Frequency: GUARD "This is a message from Fleet Admiral Restar A. Wilkens, Chief of Naval Operations, New Republic Fleet, to Fleet Admiral Ray. We are always welcoming to strangers in a strange land. We welcome any discussions relating to securing a safe future for your own forces as well as ours. My forces are at your convenience for the sake of an introductory meeting. Please contact us again on either open EM frequencies or HyperComm. Greetings and Force be with you. END ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 00:58:48 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in news:tKPW6.11273$pb1.419998@www.newsranger.com: > CO-637, assigned to message delivery duty > To the government of the Confederation > > A cruiser division has been dispatched to meet with your envoy. We > look forward to negotiations. > > Signed, > Fleet Admiral Ray One moment, empty space. Then a brilliant flash of light, and four ships appeared - an old escort carrier and escorts belonging to a local defense force and their tender. On the carrier was the diplomatic crew, ready to launch from their shuttle and meet this new power. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 01:11:58 GMT > From: Terrae Kynes; Brother of Planet; Son of Suns > To: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way > > Chris, > > I assure you. I have contacted the relevant authorities for the STGOD universe, and > they have made it quite clear that Deimos has made himself an acolyte of a being who will > no longer be allowed here. For continuity reasons, and the fact that the moderators > themselves do not recognize his existence. > > Eternally Vigilant, > > Kynes To: Terrae Kynes; Brother of Planet; Son of Suns From: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way I really wish you would NOT DO THAT!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 21:12:06 -0400 Message-ID: <9gh00n$95585$1@ID-48340.news.dfncis.de> After making a narrow escape from core prime where E1701 was based, Healey consulted his to-do list. The third assignment, one he was really dreading, was at the top of this list. Infiltrate and dig up as much info on the Void Stalkers as he could. This was going to probably be the most challenging request of his, based on their recent arrival in the area and the lack of background information on them. Considering this, Healey decided it would be more prudent to actually infiltrate their capital planet and plant data worms into their infrastructure. To do this he had the ultimate network slicer's tool: Microsoft Windows TGOD. Its protocols differed just enough from galactic standard that it was possible to attach additional data packets to each transmission and upload his data worms that way. The biggest problem with this is most systems were configured to not accept any non-standard protocols, but it was still a sensible first step. Making his way to the Second Galactic Empire, he soon enough found a fringe slicer willing to code up a custom data worm for him that had the fingerprints of the SGE all over it. With this in hand and armed with a copy of Windows TGOD and some Borg nanoprobes he "extracted" from 7 of 9 when he was on a mission to assassinate Janeway (note: I normally don't do assassinations, but she needed to be taken out for the good of the universe) to upload the worm to as a backup. The problem with the using the nanoprobes is they required physically interfacing with a terminal, whereas the Windows method required 10 minutes on the local ISP. Setting his shuttlecrafts transponder to "Civilian, Earth Registry" he set course for the home world of the Void Stalkers. About 7 LY you from the system he had to ditch his hyperdrive (See force declaration for why) and proceeded into the system's outer limits to observe the local traffic patterns. Noticing where the civilian space lanes were, Healey made tracks out of the system and proceeded to return on the appropriate vector for the civilian spaceway into their homeworld. He then entered parking orbit waiting for the system traffic controller to contact him. Bob Healey ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: <8ETW6.11525$pb1.425149@www.newsranger.com> In article , Phong Nguyen says... > > >One moment, empty space. Then a brilliant flash of light, and four ships >appeared - an old escort carrier and escorts belonging to a local defense >force and their tender. On the carrier was the diplomatic crew, ready to >launch from their shuttle and meet this new power. The four ships of the Confederation envoy floated in space. One moment, they were alone. The next moment, four additional vessels joined them. No releases of energy, no brilliant flashes accompanied them. They simply appeared. A message was transmitted from the lead ship. "Greetings from Admiral Ray. I am Vice-Admiral Malthus, for the moment acting as an ambassador for the Outworld Fleet. We are prepared to open our discussions aboard our own ship, or to transfer to yours, as you desire." (OOC: I'm going to consider that your envoys chose to begin negotiations aboard my cruiser.) The initial reception went well, at least, as far as Admiral Malthus could tell. Now, it was time for business. Sitting down at the table, he began. "Ordinarily, I understand that diplomats prefer to spend hours arguing over inconsequential details, before discussing anything of substance. However, I am not a diplomat. Consequently, if there are no objections, I propose commencing substantive discussions at once. To begin with, as stated in our message, we are new to this region. Whatever information regarding local conditions, political, military, or otherwise that you are willing to give us would be appreciated." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 01:32:33 GMT In article , Cmdrwilkens says... > >"This is a message from Fleet Admiral Restar A. Wilkens, Chief of Naval >Operations, New Republic Fleet, to Fleet Admiral Ray. We are always >welcoming to strangers in a strange land. We welcome any discussions >relating to securing a safe future for your own forces as well as ours. My >forces are at your convenience for the sake of an introductory meeting. >Please contact us again on either open EM frequencies or HyperComm. Greetings >and Force be with you. > >END From: Fleet Admiral Ray, Outworld Fleet Securing our safety is always of great interest to us. An alternative set of coordinates for a meeting are enclosed. A cruiser division has already been dispatched to meet with your forces at your earliest convenience. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 01:39:58 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in news:8ETW6.11525$pb1.425149@www.newsranger.com: > The initial reception went well, at least, as far as Admiral Malthus > could tell. Now, it was time for business. Sitting down at the table, > he began. "Ordinarily, I understand that diplomats prefer to spend > hours arguing over inconsequential details, before discussing > anything of substance. However, I am not a diplomat. Consequently, > if there are no objections, I propose commencing substantive > discussions at once. To begin with, as stated in our message, we are > new to this region. Whatever information regarding local conditions, > political, military, or otherwise that you are willing to give us would > be appreciated." > The Confederation would like to extend nonmilitary assistance to your Fleet, but at this time will not sign nonaggression pacts or alliances. However, as to information: Many powers exist in this Galaxy. There are many thousands, nay, millions of warships, many of which are capable of shattering planets. Some even have broadsides far exceeding even what a supernova can produce. Some forces even use magic - yes, it exists. The political situation is destabilizing as of late, and despite the best the diplomats such as we have done, war is on the horizon. The Mars Pact, consisting of [Engima/Boyd/Rog] is not to be trifled with, for they are powerful. Neither should you face the Omnipotent Triumvirate [Kynes/Graeme/Knopf], for they are equally, if not moreso, powerful. And they can be quick to anger. There are many other powers, such as the O'Farrell Hegemony, the Sanchez R&D Corporation and more. [datacards given to the Outworld Fleet] There is another Universe linked, by way of our capital, Nemesis. Military traffic is of yet barred, but the system is shielded by an interdiction field extending several light months out. The system is selective, however, and as such your freighters can move into the system at faster-than-light speeds and transit. We will send more detailed starcharts of the major powers in both Universes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 02:00:16 GMT In article , Phong Nguyen says... > >Namothil wrote in >news:8ETW6.11525$pb1.425149@www.newsranger.com: >The Confederation would like to extend nonmilitary assistance to your >Fleet, but at this time will not sign nonaggression pacts or alliances. >However, as to information: > >Many powers exist in this Galaxy. There are many thousands, nay, millions >of warships, many of which are capable of shattering planets. Some even >have broadsides far exceeding even what a supernova can produce. Some >forces even use magic - yes, it exists. > >The political situation is destabilizing as of late, and despite the best >the diplomats such as we have done, war is on the horizon. The Mars Pact, >consisting of [Engima/Boyd/Rog] is not to be trifled with, for they are >powerful. Neither should you face the Omnipotent Triumvirate >[Kynes/Graeme/Knopf], for they are equally, if not moreso, powerful. And >they can be quick to anger. There are many other powers, such as the >O'Farrell Hegemony, the Sanchez R&D Corporation and more. [datacards >given to the Outworld Fleet] > >There is another Universe linked, by way of our capital, Nemesis. >Military traffic is of yet barred, but the system is shielded by an >interdiction field extending several light months out. The system is >selective, however, and as such your freighters can move into the system >at faster-than-light speeds and transit. > >We will send more detailed starcharts of the major powers in both >Universes. Our thanks for the information. This explains many things that had puzzled us about our observations during the recent conflict with the... Trolls, I believe you call them? As for the rest, our fleet is a purely military force. As such, there is little non-military assistance we could use. If there is nothing more you wish to discuss, then I believe we can conclude these discussions. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: phong.nguyen@usa.net (Phong Nguyen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 02:19:47 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in news:QaUW6.11561$pb1.426053@www.newsranger.com: > Our thanks for the information. This explains many things that had > puzzled us about our observations during the recent conflict with > the... Trolls, I believe you call them? > As for the rest, our fleet is a purely military force. As such, there > is little non-military assistance we could use. > If there is nothing more you wish to discuss, then I believe we can > conclude these discussions. > Yes, the Trolls. A force of pure Chaos, capable of creating 'Bozon Fields' that warp the mind of the most hardened individuals. They were narrowly defeated by the Grand Alliance a time back, an alliance that has since dissolved. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Kyle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 23:04:41 -0400 Message-ID: <3B2C1E49.1642D609@Netzero.net> Tightbeam Hyper Comm Transmission To: Fleet Commander Wilkens From: Star Marshall Knopf The Omnipotent Triumvirate would like to propose a defense treaty between the New Republic and the members of the Triumvirate. We are aware of the precarious situation that exists between the Second Galactic Empire and the New Republic. I assume you are also aware of the situation between he Triumvirate and Mars Pact, of which the Second Empire is a signatory. Terrae Kynes Brother of the Earth and member of the Triumvirate forcefully objects to the existence of the Little Doctor weapons systems as it is an affront to Planet and it's kindred. If the New Republic will agree to destroy all existing MD Device weapons and erase all design information and pledge to never deploy the Little Doctor again the Triumvirate will a sign a treaty placing the New Republic under the protection of the Triumvirate. This protection will entail a promise to defend the borders of the New Republic against any incursion by the SGE. It will not require the NR to reciprocate if the Triumvirate is attacked and will not draw you into the dispute between the Mars Pact and Omnipotent Triumvirate. -- Star Marshall Knopf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 22:15:26 -0500 Message-ID: <9gh751$8qc0k$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Encrypt via Hegemony Code 41H229X (retired approx. three months) Destination: Chris O'Farrell, High Minister Origin: Pablo Sanchez, Supreme Commander SRDC Armed Forces O'Farrell- We are requesting a treaty of non-aggression between the SRDC and Hegemony. However, we are currently in a state of antagonism with another treaty holder, namely Deimos Anomaly. Because of his sympathies to a known enemy of ours, our hand has been forced. We must also request that you not intervene in any hostilities between us. In exchange for your indulgence, the Hegemony will be issued a 5.3% discount on all orders from our shipyards. If this is not acceptable, we are amenable to negotiation at this point. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 04:32:08 GMT "Namothil" wrote in message news:RMTW6.11535$pb1.425499@www.newsranger.com... > From: Fleet Admiral Ray, Outworld Fleet > > Securing our safety is always of great interest to us. An alternative > set of coordinates for a meeting are enclosed. A cruiser division has > already been dispatched to meet with your forces at your earliest > convenience. Channel: Guard Protocol: Open-1 To: Fleet Admiral Ray From: NR Fleet Command A destroyer detachment bearing an authorized negotiator is inbound to your co-ordinates and can be expected within a matter of days. Our initial offer is thus: 1) Housing and base facilities for you vessels within the outer spiral arm of our sectors of the galaxy provided free for a term of 10 standard years in exchange for an open sharing of technological and intelligence resources. /OOC Myself and Rog are sharing the SW Galaxy in the STGOD universe, we never worked out the full history but basically I exist as an afterthought when the SGE emerged and threw us off back into the colonies and mid to outer rim. 2) Joint training exercises to be conducted at your leisure in order to better prepare both our troops 3) A treaty of mutual defense offering protection to one another in cases of unprovoked violence by a third party END END END ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 04:47:22 GMT "Kyle" wrote in message news:3B2C1E49.1642D609@Netzero.net... > Tightbeam Hyper Comm Transmission > To: Fleet Commander Wilkens > From: Star Marshall Knopf > > The Omnipotent Triumvirate would like to propose a defense treaty > between the New Republic and the members of the Triumvirate. We are > aware of the precarious situation that exists between the Second > Galactic Empire and the New Republic. I assume you are also aware of > the situation between he Triumvirate and Mars Pact, of which the > Second Empire is a signatory. > > Terrae Kynes Brother of the Earth and member of the Triumvirate > forcefully objects to the existence of the Little Doctor weapons > systems as it is an affront to Planet and it's kindred. If the New > Republic will agree to destroy all existing MD Device weapons and > erase all design information and pledge to never deploy the Little > Doctor again the Triumvirate will a sign a treaty placing the New > Republic under the protection of the Triumvirate. This protection will > entail a promise to defend the borders of the New Republic against any > incursion by the SGE. It will not require the NR to reciprocate if the > Triumvirate is attacked and will not draw you into the dispute between > the Mars Pact and Omnipotent Triumvirate. "Its a damn good treaty, Knopf could have crushed us after we foolishly allied ourselves with the thankfully deceased God-Emperor. now they offer us their protection against the forces of the SGE and Boyd." "I know that and I also know that the second we allow our defenses to be laid entirely in the hands of an outside power we become more vulnerable not less so even given Knopf's enormous advantage in firepower and resources." "Damnit, don't you see even now we exist only at the leisure of the greater powers and the Molecular Disruption Device is the ONLY thing which keeps us secure, to destroy them would eliminate our only means of national defense." "So in order to remain safe we must keep one of the Great ower factions angry at us over the possession of these weapons while still placed in jeopardy by the other great power faction by mere proximity." "You all know I have no love for the Empire. I fought them in the retreat from the core and even now I would gladly die in order to save more of my countrymen from the scourge of the Empire BUT we must realize that in this case the fight is not ours alone." "The public is split, they are unsure of the strength of the Triumvirate's words and-" 'They will keep their word." it was Wilkens first words at this meeting of the Defense Council. 'Knopf might bluster from time to time but he is an honorable warrior and Kynes is not a man of deceit, Graeme too is a man of honor. They all will stand by their promises for either their faith or their own code of honor would compel them to stay true to an oath given." "But is their oath worth our only strategic weapon," this was the President finally asking the only question that mattered. " Do we surrender it in order to attempt to guarantee our survival against the Empire or do we keep it to defend ourselves against the Empire?" "I have an idea Mr President and I would like your authority to speak to the Triumvirate privately as I wish the exact record of the conversation placed off the public record of cabinet meetings." "Very well, speak to the man and report to myself in private, until such time as you do the meeting and subject is closed." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Kyle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 01:00:28 -0400 Message-ID: <3B2C396C.A2BE22A2@Netzero.net> Tightbeam Hyper Comm Transmission To: Fleet Commander Wilkens From: Star Marshall Knopf Admiral Wilkens. I welcome your offer of discussion and recommend that we met on the Planet Earth (STGOD). My only restriction is that you do not bring any MD Device equipped ships into the Solar System. If you would prefer to meet somewhere else I am open to any suggestions and would even be willing to meet on your flagship if you wish. The decision is yours. -- Star Marshall Knopf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Crayz9000 Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Before he remembered his life-jacket on Fri, 15 Jun 2001 20:54:29 -0400, Kyle found "[STGOD] Posturing" while drowning in alt.startrek.vs.starwars: >Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD >diplomacy and such. I'll start. ---HoloNet Transmission--- FROM: J. Reynolds TO: Sales Department, Sanchez Research and Development Corporation RE: SCEF Purchase To whomever it may concern, Quaynar Industries wishes to place an order for 50 (fifty) used gravity-well generators of the Immobilizer-418 design. We are prepared to pay in either Republic, Imperial, or Confederation currency, or the preferred currency of the SRDC's choice. Due to the expense of this shipment, it is preferred that a foldspace-equipped transport be used for delivery. Respectfully, J. Reynolds, Manager Purchasing Department Quaynar Industries ---Brought to you by GalactiCom, Inc--- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 06:43:49 GMT "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in message news:ytTW6.4796$V5.12303@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au... > To: Terrae Kynes; Brother of Planet; Son of Suns > From: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way > > I really wish you would NOT DO THAT!! The pen lifted itself from the desk as a gust of air filled the room; curiously, O'Farrell watched as it etched these words on the page: From: Terrae Kynes; Brother of Planet; Son of Suns To: Chris O'Farrell, Katerian sector, Bata Quadrant, Milky Way Leader of Hegemony, I apologize if my message or the manner with which it was delivered disturbed you. Unfortunately, due to the lack of a starfleet or any modern transmission equipment, I'm unable to send these messages in a more conventional fashion. This will have to do. As for the message's content: this is a matter beyond my control. As a child of the Waking Universe, I only know that this decision has been made to preserve the flow of Time and preserve causality. It is a sad trade to make, but a necessary one. In Defense of Planet, Kynes ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 06:59:03 GMT "Kyle" wrote in message news:3B2C396C.A2BE22A2@Netzero.net... > Tightbeam Hyper Comm Transmission > To: Fleet Commander Wilkens > From: Star Marshall Knopf > > Admiral Wilkens. I welcome your offer of discussion and recommend > that we met on the Planet Earth (STGOD). My only restriction is that > you do not bring any MD Device equipped ships into the Solar System. > If you would prefer to meet somewhere else I am open to any > suggestions and would even be willing to meet on your flagship if you > wish. The decision is yours. [Earth -- The Himalayas] The negotiations were going well so far, thought Kynes, standing at the peak of one of the most majestic mountains on Earth. Commander Wilkens had proven himself to be a man of intelligence, capable of weighing the costs and benefits of the option before him: to eliminate, permanently, the Little Doctor devices, in exchange for guaranteed protection by the Triumvirate. Kynes shuddered. Those devices were a menace. Pure and simple. Superlasers were one thing; they came on giant capital ships, and you couldn't miss them. But the Little Doctor threatened Planet and all of its brethren in an unmistakably more dangerous way. A fighter -- even, theoretically, a single man -- could carry one. Their circuitry currently prevented their use against planets, but the internal mechanism did not make such an operation impossible. Now it was time: Star Marshall Knopf had summoned Wilkens to a Summit at the Summit, a meeting of powerful commanders at what had become a region of utter tranquility: the planet Earth. Kynes began drawing the runes in the snow and summoning the forces of Planet to assist in his construction. He enjoyed this work. So often, he had to use the abilities he had for destruction and defense. Now he had the opportunity for construction, to build a palace of peace. Potentially. As he draw the runes, each of them burned blue-hot in the snow and water sprang up from marks. Far from being an ordinary spigot, the water gushed into the air with purpose and clarity, drawing its movement from the design in Kynes' mind. The water moved, and flowed from Planet, freezing as it went. Slowly, it flowed into the shape of a large chamber, with two entrances. The chamber was domed, and contained five seats, each made of ice. One entrance faced to the East: where the Sun rose each day, the negotiators that would enter here with hopes of peace. One entrance faced the West: when the day's work had been done, successful or not, it was here that the negotiators would exit. The ice frozen into shape, Kynes surveyed his creation. A beauty. Two entrances flanked by pillars of ice on either side, which led to a stairway and then the main negotiating chamber itself. The chamber was circular, and with its room for five men, should accommodate even the universes' largest power-brokerings. Kynes began, then, to chisel. With a small bark of wood, he etched runes into the outer walls of the chamber which changed the form of the ice, shifting it into an unnamed dark material which was brilliant to the eye but indestructible to the touch. As he chiseled around the structure, the ice turned into this material in all places save one: the dome above the chamber. That remained ice of the crystal clearest, and strongest, quality. It would not melt in the sun; rather, it would provide a permanent view of the heavens for the men that would sit within. And so Kynes crafted the Chamber of the Mount, where Wilkens would come and hopefully soon negotiate peace; where future leaders, future men, would come and negotiate peace as well. Empires would rise and fall, the fates of whole universes hung in the balance of those curved walls. Satisfied, Kynes began to trundle down the mountain. Kyle would be eager to know the location of his Summit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 08:21:45 GMT Tightbeam Hyper Comm Transmissions To: Knopf, Kynes, Dice and Wilkens From: High Minister O'Farrell I would like to state that if the New Republic decommissioned all of its Molecular Disruption Devices (or all offensive weapons and kept only a very few dedicated defence systems for its capital world(s) ), the Hegemony would sign a non aggression pact with the NR immediately. As a sign of good faith, we would be prepared to provide the technology and instructions to upgrade all NR ships with Hypershielding technology, to help offset the disadvantage of the decommissioning of the Molecular Disruption Device... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 08:24:20 GMT Pablo wrote in message news:9gh751$8qc0k$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de... > Encrypt via Hegemony Code 41H229X (retired approx. three months) > > Destination: Chris O'Farrell, High Minister > Origin: Pablo Sanchez, Supreme Commander SRDC Armed Forces > > O'Farrell- > We are requesting a treaty of non-aggression between the SRDC and Hegemony. > > However, we are currently in a state of antagonism with another treaty > holder, namely Deimos Anomaly. Because of his sympathies to a known enemy > of ours, our hand has been forced. We must also request that you not > intervene in any hostilities between us. > > In exchange for your indulgence, the Hegemony will be issued a 5.3% discount > on all orders from our shipyards. If this is not acceptable, we are > amenable to negotiation at this point. > The Hegemony accepts and hereby ratifies this non aggression pact. We hereby guarantee that in the event of any hostilities between you and Deimos Anomaly, we shall remain neutral as long as Hegemony Interests and assets are not directly and overtly threatened. We would be pleased to accept the discount offered and wish to discuss an order of several hundred custom designed capital ships in the six hundred to seven hundred meter range... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: uni-berlin.de!fu-berlin.de!cyclone2.usenetserver.com!feed.cgocable.net!out.nntp.be!propagator-dallas!news-in-dallas.newsfeeds.com!newsranger.com!www.newsranger.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 12:58:18 GMT In article , Cmdrwilkens says... > > >Channel: Guard >Protocol: Open-1 > >To: Fleet Admiral Ray >From: NR Fleet Command > >A destroyer detachment bearing an authorized negotiator is inbound to your >co-ordinates and can be expected within a matter of days. Our initial offer >is thus: > >1) Housing and base facilities for you vessels within the outer spiral arm >of our sectors of the galaxy provided free for a term of 10 standard years >in exchange for an open sharing of technological and intelligence resources. >2) Joint training exercises to be conducted at your leisure in order to >better prepare both our troops >3) A treaty of mutual defense offering protection to one another in cases of >unprovoked violence by a third party To: NR Fleet Command Your proposed terms are agreed to in general. Our negotiators can work out the details. Signed, Fleet Admiral Ray ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 11:54:28 -0500 Message-ID: <9gin49$9b1mc$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Chris O'Farrell wrote in message news:UOZW6.5218$V5.12629@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au... > The Hegemony accepts and hereby ratifies this non aggression pact. We hereby > guarantee that in the event of any hostilities between you and Deimos > Anomaly, we shall remain neutral as long as Hegemony Interests and assets > are not directly and overtly threatened. > > We would be pleased to accept the discount offered and wish to discuss an > order of several hundred custom designed capital ships in the six hundred to > seven hundred meter range... Data may be delivered at the time of your choosing. (It is suggested that this be done as soon as the designs are finalized, in light of the arrival of the Void Stalkers and Core Fleet) When construction is begun, we expect 25% of payment in advance, to protect our investment. The remainder will be paid on delivery of the finished product. As a first time customer, you will receive a 10% discount as well as the aforementioned deal. Payment can be made in Imperial credits (or any other Galactically accepted currency) or production grade ores. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 17:08:49 GMT Message-ID: "Pablo" wrote in news:9gh751$8qc0k$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de: HoloNet Transmission To: Sanchez Research and Development Corporation From: Ministry of Defense, Confederation We would like to place an order for munitions. They will primarily be standard fighter-launched proton missiles and torpedoes of varying sizes, plus unguided heavy proton rockets. Furthermore, we would like to place an order for proton warhead material, to be used in our other weapon designs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 12:40:01 -0500 Message-ID: <9gippn$9k80o$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Phong Nguyen wrote in message news:Xns90C385CEA4199phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > "Pablo" wrote in > news:9gh751$8qc0k$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de: > > HoloNet Transmission > To: Sanchez Research and Development Corporation > From: Ministry of Defense, Confederation > > We would like to place an order for munitions. They will primarily be > standard fighter-launched proton missiles and torpedoes of varying sizes, > plus unguided heavy proton rockets. Furthermore, we would like to place > an order for proton warhead material, to be used in our other weapon > designs. Order received. As a first time customer, the standard 10% discount is extended. Payment expected on delivery. The order will completed soon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 17:44:28 GMT "Pablo" wrote in news:9gippn$9k80o$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de: > Order received. As a first time customer, the standard 10% discount is > extended. Payment expected on delivery. The order will completed > soon. We shall electronically pay you in Confederation Credits. We request delivery to the Antares fleet base, single-use IFF transponder codes attached. Thank you for the swift delivery, especially for such a large order. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 13:30:50 -0500 Message-ID: <9gisp0$9clo9$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Phong Nguyen wrote in message news:Xns90C38BDA56DB4phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > We shall electronically pay you in Confederation Credits. We request > delivery to the Antares fleet base, single-use IFF transponder codes > attached. > > Thank you for the swift delivery, especially for such a large order. The SRDC has superior small craft and missile production. The order will be completed within two days. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 18:41:21 GMT Message-ID: "Pablo" wrote in news:9gisp0$9clo9$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de: > > The SRDC has superior small craft and missile production. The order > will be completed within two days. Thank you. In addition, if you have production space, we would like to place an order for shuttles (sublight and FTL), landing craft, and fightercraft for the reserve and guard formations. We shall supply the weaponry, which is set to self-destruct if reverse-engineering is attempted, as a precaution. (attach huge order here). This will likely be the last order for some time, as the Fleet's capital supplies are beginning to run low. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 13:47:46 -0500 Message-ID: <9giton$95gop$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Phong Nguyen wrote in message news:Xns90C3957F39D24phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > Thank you. In addition, if you have production space, we would like to > place an order for shuttles (sublight and FTL), landing craft, and > fightercraft for the reserve and guard formations. We shall supply the > weaponry, which is set to self-destruct if reverse-engineering is > attempted, as a precaution. > > (attach huge order here). > > This will likely be the last order for some time, as the Fleet's capital > supplies are beginning to run low. Understood. Production is underway. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: <_J7X6.305446$oc7.25012933@news2.rdc2.tx.home.com> Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 19:41:46 GMT "The Chimaera" wrote in message news:3B2D0BE0.1E27@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk... > [Four days later]. > > A single message of incredible power left the Nomad, bound for Earth. > > --- > TO: Terran Trade Authority Security Council > FROM: TTA Relief Fleet > > We have encountered an unanticipated situation at Proxima Centuri. > Attached is a report on the situation. Request an immediate reply to > confirm receipt of this message, followed by a later reply giving new > orders. > > MESSAGE ENDS > --- [Earth] Kynes sat quietly in one of the many Chambers of Solitude. This one was a volcanic environment; indeed, he sat in the belly of the beast, on a small rock floe, rocking back and forth on the lava waves. Quietly contemplating. The Collective still remained relatively quiet... as did nearly the entire Mars Pact. This worried Kynes; they weren't gone. They were merely silent. The Collective had just won a decisive victory in the Boyd Civil War; Dice had Jonathan Boyd in a temporal prison, permanently, and the Collective would now return at full strength. No doubt to menace Earth yet again. It might be time to show his younger siblings to the universe... Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rushing water. Kynes immediately summoned the rock door in the side of the volcano, and stepped through to the Central Chamber. He could still hear it: it was unmistakable. A message? From who? Kynes walked across the Central Chamber to a spot on its gently curving wall with a picture of a small desert island surrounded by an ocean. Closing his eyes and laying his hand on the image, a bright flash of light laid him quickly on the desert island yet again. Before him, he saw two gigantic pillars of water, rushing up from the ocean, not to display an image, but rather to act as two speakers. As they rushed up, the water quickly pulsated, creating sound. Very loud sound, in this case. "... UNANTICIPATED SITUATION AT PROXIMA CENTAURI. ATTACHED IS A REPORT ON THE SITUATION. REQUEST AN IMMEDIATE REPLY TO CONFIRM RECEIPT OF THIS MESSAGE, FOLLOWED BY A LATER REPLY GIVING NEW ORDERS... MESSAGE REPEATS, ATTACHMENT FOLLOWS..." Kynes quietly listened to the message. It played through twice more, and then the deafening roar stopped. Interesting. Kynes quietly composed a message of his own, sent via whatever excessively loud medium had sent the original here, and sent it off. The message's contents: TO: Terran Trade Authority Relief Fleet FROM: Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth, Son of Suns You are a long way from home. In Defense of Planet, Kynes ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 12:58:24 -0700 Message-ID: <3B2D0BE0.1E27@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Kyle wrote: > > Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > diplomacy and such. I'll start. > --===-- [Proxima Centuri System] "Ok...I spy..." The groans of the squadron drowned out the rest. "Give it a rest, Mick." Commander Holley chuckled quietly to himself. With so much of space combat involving waiting, you'd think interceptor pilots would find an amusing way to pass the time. "No, listen, this one doesn't begin with 'S'..." "I got it!" said his co-pilot behind him. "Comet." Silence, followed by muttering. "Meant to wait for the letter." "Your turn," Holley said over his shoulder to his copilot, leaning himself back in his seat and staring at the endless void through the cockpit of his Hornet. He was glad not to have emerged to an ambush of Proximan pirates, of course, but he hadn't expected this. Silence. Because of the nature of warp, Holley's squadron, like any other vessel, had exited warp well out of the system, in an area designated just for that purpose. Following the encounter with the pirate force, Holley's squadron had been sent ahead to secure the area surrounding the warp point, ready for the arrival of the relatively defenceless Nomad. But there'd been no greeting from Proximan control, no additional forces patrolling the warp point. Wondering if the comms station on the Proximan capital had been hit in a pirate raid, Holley had sent two of his twelve Hornets on to the planet, to make contact and report back on their situation. Those ships were now rushing back at a remarkable rate. Reaching out to the control yoke, Holley gently turned the ship to face towards the Proximan capital. The ships were still beyond visual range, of course, but it beat looking at empty space. Among the voices of bored pilots, another broke in, frantic, as the two Hornets entered comm. range with the rest of the squadron. "Quiet, you lot," ordered Holley, straining to hear the new voice. "-ne, nu---eat, there is nothing on the planet." "What do you mean, nothing?" said Holley, disbelieving. "The planet's wild, sir, nothing but trees and rocks." A commotion broke out over the radio. "That's... impossible," someone said. "You can go and check yourself if you like..." "Quiet!" ordered Holley. A few seconds passed, then some said, "What do we do?" Holley started to reply, but was interrupted. "Ships emerging from warp!" announced one of the other interceptor's sensor officers. "One Nomad, twelve Stingrays..." Holley sighed. "About time." He gently twitched the control yoke back, pitching the Hornet over to face the arriving vessels. Yet another voice joined the channel. "Hello Yellow Squadron, this is the Nomad." "Hello, Nomad," replied Holley. "I need a word with General Sweevo..." [On board the Nomad] "So the Minnows confirm Matt's report?" asked Sweevo. "Yes sir," confirmed one officer. "Commander Daubney reports that there is no sign that there has ever been intelligent life on the planet." Seated at the head of the table, Sweevo looked down it at the gathering of the most senior officers from both the civilian crew and it's military escort. Although easy to understand, it was difficult to believe that a race of aliens that had given the joint Terran and Alphan forces so much grief for twenty years had simply upped and vanished. "We're in the right system?" A navigation officer nodded. "There's no way that the navcomps of every single ship in the fleet could go haywire like that. Particular if they all jumped the same number of systems to the left." It was nearly an hour now since the Nomad arrived in the system. after his first conversation with Holley, Sweevo had had their scouts dispatched to the Proximan capital to confirm the report. And now the second squadron of Hornets were out, patrolling empty space for an enemy that apparently wasn't there. Stuck for ideas, Sweevo asked the people at the table. "We could wait for them to come back." said one officer. Commander Lewis came up with a more sensible idea. "We're not doing any good here, maybe we should head back to Alpha Centuri." Sweevo shook his head. "On the off chance that an error has occurred in all the nav packages, it might not be an idea to start flying around." "Try to contact Earth." "We can't," said a communications officer. "The only thing in the system that has that kind of power is the Proximan Comms Station... which isn't there. Sweevo nodded in agreement, and then realised he'd missed the obvious. "Can't we build one? We're in a flying factory, after all." Everyone looked to Thatcher, who nodded. "We can do that. But it'll take a few days. And if we point it in the right direction and get a response, then we can rule out a navicomp malfunction." Sweevo nodded again, forming a list of commands in his head. "Ok, you start that. Interceptor Command, recall the Minnows - they're no good there. Lets keep the patrols of the local area up... but not with the Cutlasses, in case we need to run for it." He rose to leave. "And we'll stay near the warp point for now. So if that's all..." [Four days later]. A single message of incredible power left the Nomad, bound for Earth. --- TO: Terran Trade Authority Security Council FROM: TTA Relief Fleet We have encountered an unanticipated situation at Proxima Centuri. Attached is a report on the situation. Request an immediate reply to confirm receipt of this message, followed by a later reply giving new orders. MESSAGE ENDS --- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 21:46:05 GMT "Pablo" wrote in message news:9gj4b8$96k87$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de... > Pablo looked at the slowly cooling liquid metal burning holes in his desk. > He laughed. "Kynes, I really got gipped on that collect call. It cost me > 10,000 credits! Next time, use /this/." He tossed an Etch-a-Sketch onto > the side of his desk not covered in melted credits. > > He steepled his fingers, and had to assume that Kynes was listening. > "Kynes, I can sympathize with your support of this fanatical madman, given > the Mars Pact's hatred of yourself. Unfortunately, my position cannot > change. You see, the Mars Pact means potential business. Both the Boyd and > Rog can and did purchase ships from me. You and Graeme Dice, on the other > hand, possess no capital, no materiel resources, and have no ability or > desire to buy from us. > > "And your ally, Knopf, has displayed absolutely no interest in us as of yet. > What you are asking me is to ignore a direct threat to my business, in > exchange for the dubious possibility that you will not attack me? I'm > sorry, but our stance will not change." [Earth] Kynes smiled. Pablo was a straight businessman; no morals, no scruples, no values. He served only the bottom line. Profit for his corporation and his shareholders came above everything else... and for that, Kynes respected him, in a way. Kynes decided against sending a reply for the moment. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 17 Jun 2001 23:54:26 GMT Message-ID: "Sir, a corvette has suddenly entered this system," a sensor technician suddenly called out. G.A. Beowulf looked over the sensor report on his display. "Put weapons on standby." "A radio signal appears to be emanating from the corvette. Our computers have decoded the signal. It appears to be a message reading: >General message to the powers of this galaxy: > >Greetings, > >As a relatively new arrival to this galaxy, I request a diplomatic >exchange, in order to avoid potential difficulties resulting from >my ignorance of local alliances and interests. If you wish to >send a representative, come to the enclosed coordinates. > >Signed, >Fleet Admiral Ray, >Commander, Outworld Fleet > Then there are what appears to be numbers, and the message repeats. Sir, the radio signal has stopped." "Sir, the corvette has disappeared." "Detach a squad of Marines from the Young, and put them on the Yamato." G.A. Beowulf got up from his chair, and walked to the lift. He got in, and said, "Emperor's Yacht." The lift quickly reached the docking hatch of the yacht. Soon, the pilot came along, and the yacht lifted off for the Yamato. Two minutes later. "Lay in a course for these coordinates." "Don't you think it might be a trap, sir?" said the Captain of the Yamato. "Why do you think I'm taking this ship?" "Of course, sir." The ship disappeared from the asteroid field where it had been stationed, in a reddish glow. It reappeared with a flash .5 LY from the coordinates given. Outside, a shuttle powered up. Several minutes later, it detached from the Yamato, and disappeared for the given coordinates. /OOC Your turn Namothil. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 00:38:33 GMT In article , Beowulf says... >Then there are what appears to be numbers, and the message repeats. Sir, >the radio signal has stopped." > > "Sir, the corvette has disappeared." > > "Detach a squad of Marines from the Young, and put them on the Yamato." >G.A. Beowulf got up from his chair, and walked to the lift. He got in, >and said, "Emperor's Yacht." The lift quickly reached the docking hatch >of the yacht. Soon, the pilot came along, and the yacht lifted off for >the Yamato. > >Two minutes later. > > "Lay in a course for these coordinates." > > "Don't you think it might be a trap, sir?" said the Captain of the >Yamato. > > "Why do you think I'm taking this ship?" > > "Of course, sir." > > The ship disappeared from the asteroid field where it had been >stationed, in a reddish glow. It reappeared with a flash .5 LY from the >coordinates given. Outside, a shuttle powered up. Several minutes >later, it detached from the Yamato, and disappeared for the given >coordinates. > >/OOC Your turn Namothil. The unannounced arrival of a small transport surprised Admiral Malthus. However, he knew his duty. Quickly composing himself, he sent a message to the new arrivals. "Unidentified ship, identify yourself and state your purpose immediately." (OOC: It might have been a good idea for you to read my force declaration before posting this. My corvettes are about three times as long as your standard ships (That is, if you didn't make a mistake in your force declaration.)) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [STGOD] New Rpublic Announcement (fine I ain't a moderater so sue me) Message-ID: Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 02:08:54 GMT To all who know us and to those yet to meet us I offer greetings on behalf of the President and the Senate of the New Republic. I am here today as the official representative of the New Republic, authorized by the Senate of the People to bear news of great importance to all. On the days following the New Republic shall begin an immediate and complete destruction of the Molecular Disruption Devices in its inventories. M-Wings currently equipped with the device will undergo a process of conversion or decommissioning supervised by representatives of the Sixth Imperium and those neutral powers as already have diplomatic relationships with the New Republic. Starting on the days after the initial disarmament all factories, laboratories, and test platforms for the use and construction of MDDs shall be dismantled and destroyed, their data wiped, again under supervision of Sixth Imperium technicians and military leaders. Additionally those scientist chiefly responsible for the creation of the device shall be given a brief, though humanitarian, procedure to prevent their knowledge of the device from being spread. Representative of all inter-galactic and inter-universal forces may attend these proceedings both to ensure that the effect intended is achieved and that the procedure is indeed humanitarian. While we have received several offers of aid and alliance the New Republic had voted for a unilateral stand down as a message to our undeclared strategic rivals in the Mars Pact and the Second Galactic Empire in particular that our fight is not so much one of weapons but rather of the higher moral ground. We know the degree to which we are left vulnerable by this act but we trust in the nature of righteousness to overcome the forces of evil and chaos that the Mars Pact represents. To our brothers in arms and peace we urge you, learn wisely that the great balance of power is swayed by acts of moral courage rather than brute strength. Take heed those who would attack us in this state for we will defend our homes with righteous anger. To those who would befriend the Republic we offer that which we can, peace and free trade. Open communication between the peoples of the multi-verse shall always benefit all and we feel it is time someone made a public stand. Sincerely to all, Restar Andrenius Wilkens, Fleet Admiral and Chief of Naval Operations New Republic Fleet /OOC this is only in the STGOD universe. given the inherently more freewheeling style of regular TGODs and the CW universe in particular those versions of the New Republic shall remain armed with the MDD. Basically this is a statement made by a government that is in a state of undeclared war with an enemy on its borders. think N/S Korea where N Korea isn't an impoverished nation dependant upon outside support. for those missing the analogy the NR is S Korea and SGE is N Korea in this analogy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 18 Jun 2001 02:25:47 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in : >The unannounced arrival of a small transport surprised Admiral Malthus. >However, he knew his duty. Quickly composing himself, he sent a >message to the new arrivals. "Unidentified ship, identify yourself and >state your purpose immediately." > >(OOC: It might have been a good idea for you to read my force declaration >before posting this. My corvettes are about three times as long as your >standard ships (That is, if you didn't make a mistake in your force >declaration.)) G.A Beowulf received this message, and mulled over what to say. He decided to respond,"I am Grand Admiral Beowulf of Trantorian Imperium. I come to negotiate an alliance for our mutual benefit. "If you wish we can negotiate on my private vessel." The _Mercury_ appears in the same fashion as the shuttle. "Please don't try to use a teleportation device to get there. The armor on that ship is designed to neutralize attempts to do so." /OOC I noticed the size disparity between my ships and most other powers, which I have fixed by simply increasing the declared size of the ships. Normal versions of Lexington sized hulled ships would be frigates. Yamatos are light cruisers. I probably should have written frigate or destroyer there though. If you're confused as to why I'm both the Emperor and a Grand Admiral, that's part of my back story, which you'll find out soon enough. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 04:15:19 GMT > Data may be delivered at the time of your choosing. The designs have been sent. We are more then content to let you build them. The vast majority of the shipyards in my empire have gone back to Civilian use and consumer goods products after the final fleet buildup, but we need these ships soon. The sensor technology alas will be installed by our own technicians at our own shipyards for reasons I am sure you understand. > When construction is begun, we expect 25% of payment in advance, to protect > our investment. The remainder will be paid on delivery of the finished > product. As a first time customer, you will receive a 10% discount as well > as the aforementioned deal. Payment can be made in Imperial credits (or any > other Galactically accepted currency) or production grade ores. These terms are acceptable. The Currency of the Hegemony at this moment has not been accepted by the galactic council and won't be for at least two months. However we DO have an official exchange with HM Government the Confederation with a ratio of 3:1 Hegemony to Confederation credits and can pay you in his currency for this order... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: lewir004@westberks.org (JOG Class of 2000) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 18 Jun 2001 09:04:09 GMT Message-ID: <9gkg68$9i9e3$2@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de> In article <_J7X6.305446$oc7.25012933@news2.rdc2.tx.home.com>, kynes@choam.org says... >TO: Terran Trade Authority Relief Fleet >FROM: Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth, Son of Suns > > You are a long way from home. > > In Defense of Planet, > Kynes [Sweevo's Office, aboard the Nomad] General Sweevo looked up from reading the message. "Who?" "'Terrae Kynes, Brother of...'" "Yes, yes, I gathered that," he said, interrupting the communications officer. He read the message again, although its single sentence still lingered in his mind. "A long way from home," he repeated. Instead of answering a few questions, the reply raised new ones. He passed the message to Commander Holley, who clearly found it as confusing as he had. But his first words were more useful: "That's an impressive title." Sweevo sat back in his chair, thinking. "'Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth, Son of Suns.'" He realised the officer who'd delivered the message was still waiting. "Oh, um, dismissed." When he left, Holley spoke again. "This guy's either got one huge ego, or he has some position or power deserving of those titles." "Maybe he leads some kind of religion?" When Holley didn't reply, he continued, "Even so, somethings gone wrong at Earth for him to be receiving messages for the Security Council." "In suppose..." Holley trailed off, and then continued, a bit more sure, "... what with the Proximans disappearing, its possible that Earth has completely changed. Maybe this Kynes is its ruler." Sweevo picked up the message and read it again. "A long way from home. We are a long way from home." He thought carefully. "Maybe we need to find out how far." "What do you want to do?" "You can run the fleet for a few days, can't you?" The penny dropped. "Your going to Earth." Sweevo nodded. "Tell Sopp to choose his four best crews, and get the Skymaster readied." He folded the message and pocketed it. "We need to find out what's going on, here, at Alpha, back home..." [A few hours later] Five vessels dropped out of the Nomad's hanger, entering a graceful turn that would take them to the warp point. As they prepared for the jump, a the Nomad broadcast another message, that would reach Earth just ahead of the leaving ships. --- TO: Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth, Son of Suns FROM: General Austin Sweevo, TTA Relief Fleet We are, indeed, a long way from home. It appears to have been replaced with empty planets, and a leader that we do not know. I am coming to you in the hope that we can discuss the situation at Proxima and on Earth. I hope we can come away from this meeting with a better understanding of our situations. General Austin Sweevo TTA Relief Fleet MESSAGE ENDS --- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 09:23:23 GMT "JOG Class of 2000" wrote in message news:9gkg68$9i9e3$2@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de... > TO: Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth, Son of Suns > FROM: General Austin Sweevo, TTA Relief Fleet > > We are, indeed, a long way from home. It appears to have been replaced with > empty planets, and a leader that we do not know. > > I am coming to you in the hope that we can discuss the situation at Proxima and > on Earth. I hope we can come away from this meeting with a better understanding > of our situations. > > General Austin Sweevo > TTA Relief Fleet > > MESSAGE ENDS [Earth -- The Himalayas, The Chamber on the Mount] Kynes sat. And Kynes thought. Waiting here, at the coordinates he had given General Sweevo for the rendezvous that would determine a large portion of both of their respective futures. Though the General didn't know it, yet, Kynes was as interested as he about the place he hearkened from... and how to return there. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and illuminated the central Chamber well. Kynes was seated in one of the five places around a central table, seemingly wood but in reality made of far stronger material. He rested his hands on the surfacetop and gazed into the sky. The "Terran Trade Authority," they called themselves... but Kynes, in nearly 5000 years of service to Planet, had never heard of them. They contacted Earth assuming it to be their headquarters. But Kynes was the only one listening to their transmission. There was a single, inescapable conclusion: they came from an alternate universe, a place where another, different Earth existed. Kynes knew there to be one such alternate universe already, the jump gates to which he had long pondered journeying to. But his information on it was sketchy. And the job he thought might need doing could only be done by him: a fleet belonging to the Star Marshall just wouldn't do, nor would one of Lord Graeme's worldships. Yet another universe here appeared to exist, a universe which contained another Earth. Another Planet. And, presumably... another Brother. Indeed, Kynes sat, and Kynes sat, at the Chamber on the Mount. He would discuss things with General Sweevo and try to educate him about the new universe as best he could. But little did the General know, the information would not flow one way only. And so he waited. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: lewir004@westberks.org (JOG Class of 2000) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 18 Jun 2001 13:43:20 GMT Message-ID: <9gl0hn$9hqhq$1@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de> In article , kynes@choam.org says... > And so he waited. [Sol System] The group of small ships exited warp well off the edge of the Sol system - with so much apparently changed, Sweevo didn't want to risk there being anything inside the designated warp point. As it turned out, his worries were unfounded. The warp point was empty space, with nothing that could have been moved by their arrival. But the area surrounding the warp point had changed too - the defense force that had been guarding against a pirate ambush as the Nomad left the system a few days earlier was no longer there. So, starting so far out, the journey into the system took longer than usual. As the five vessels started their journey towards the solar system's third planet, Sweevo sat back in the pilot seat of his Skymaster and thought. About many things. The coming meeting was the most urgent thing demanding his attention, but he was constantly distracted by another thought. What if Earth had changed? With the surprise of finding the Proximan homeworld wild and untamed, Sweevo worried that the same may have happened to his own planet. With little doubt that Alpha Prime would be similarly devoid of intelligent life, he and his fleet would be alone, one small force, possibly surrounded by several who may or may not be friendly. Passing Mars, he noticed that the Mars Shipyards no longer orbited the planet, and another thought struck him - Commander Lewis had family on Mars. Most of his men, and no doubt many from the civilian crew of the Nomad, had families on all the major planets of the TTA. Lucky enough not to have experienced the death of a loved one, Sweevo couldn't imagine what would run through the minds of his crew if he had to tell them there was nothing on Earth. Well, not nothing. There was this Kynes. The ships were approaching Earth now, and Sweevo started the ship on its course down into the atmosphere, towards the Himalayas. The meeting that he went to now claimed his full intention. If, as he had come to expect, there was no TTA here, he had little doubt that his discussions with Kynes would see both of them milking each other for information. But even that wasn't enough to predict how the exchange would go. What interest could Kynes have in a force of lost strangers, with no world to call home? Would information have to be given freely, or would every scrap have to bartered for? On his part, Sweevo was prepared to be very free. After all, without the TTA, there was nothing like National Security to worry about... The ships were coming in low over the mountains now. Sweevo slowed as he approached the mountain designated as his landing place, and gently guided the Skymaster right around it, before bringing the ship to hover slightly to the north west, the Stingrays falling into formation around him. There was a construction on top of the mountain, but, as far as Sweevo could see, no landing pad. Scratching his head in puzzlement, Sweevo strained to see out of the window, looking for any flat patch of land. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "WeeMadAndo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [STGOD] The Jihad is open for business Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 01:23:32 +1000 Message-ID: <9gl6b3$9ftkc$1@ID-21694.news.dfncis.de> With our fleet of high-speed delivery vessels the multi-verses best curries, takeaway, donuts and bagels are all available now. Just dial 1-800 J-I-H-A-D for 1 hour service anywhere. And if you want anyone smitten with that order just leave an order with our expert chefs and we'll have one "extra spicy" order coming along too. If your in the area why not drop in for a great eat-in meal with live bands including Jimi Hendrix and the Beatles Monday to Thursday on Wok Around the Clock, Bob Marley, White Man Can't Reggae and Ice cube jamming together on Balti- Towers three nights a week and the special reunion show of Tom Jones, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Luciano Pavarotti doing your cabaret favourites at Bagel-Dee station Fridays and Saturdays, and adon't forget the best jazz this side of proxima-centauri Sunday afternoons (Galactic Standard Time). And remember our business motto: 100% real food, no replicators or you can disintegrate a service attendant free of charge. So drop on by, bring the family, the mistress or the 101st Airborne, we'll cater for them all and more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] The Jihad is open for business Date: 18 Jun 2001 15:57:10 GMT Message-ID: "WeeMadAndo" wrote in news:9gl6b3$9ftkc$1@ID-21694.news.dfncis.de: > With our fleet of high-speed delivery vessels the multi-verses best > curries, takeaway, donuts and bagels are all available now. Just dial > 1-800 J-I-H-A-D for 1 hour service anywhere. And if you want anyone > smitten with that order just leave an order with our expert chefs and > we'll have one "extra spicy" order coming along too. If your in the > area why not drop in for a great eat-in meal with live bands including > Jimi Hendrix and the Beatles Monday to Thursday on Wok Around the > Clock, Bob Marley, White Man Can't Reggae and Ice cube jamming together > on Balti- Towers three nights a week and the special reunion show of > Tom Jones, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Luciano Pavarotti doing your > cabaret favourites at Bagel-Dee station Fridays and Saturdays, and > adon't forget the best jazz this side of proxima-centauri Sunday > afternoons (Galactic Standard Time). And remember our business motto: > 100% real food, no replicators or you can disintegrate a service > attendant free of charge. > > So drop on by, bring the family, the mistress or the 101st Airborne, > we'll cater for them all and more. > This really belongs in the Posturing thread, but oh well... Out of foldspace, several hundred Confederation warships appeared and began transmitting their orders. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: <0VpX6.312250$oc7.27003081@news2.rdc2.tx.home.com> Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 16:22:20 GMT "JOG Class of 2000" wrote in message news:9gl0hn$9hqhq$1@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de... > The ships were coming in low over the mountains now. Sweevo slowed as he > approached the mountain designated as his landing place, and gently guided the > Skymaster right around it, before bringing the ship to hover slightly to the > north west, the Stingrays falling into formation around him. There was a > construction on top of the mountain, but, as far as Sweevo could see, no > landing pad. Scratching his head in puzzlement, Sweevo strained to see out of > the window, looking for any flat patch of land. [Chamber on the Mount] Out of the apparently-ice dome over the Chamber, Kynes could see the ship and its escorts slowly circling around the mountaintop. To be honest, the overriding thought in his mind was: "what the hell are they doing?" The ships were of a fairly decent size, but why didn't he just put them down and... Oh. Right. Places to set the ships down. Well, how about this? [Bridge of Skymaster] Straining to see out the window, a small flash of light caught Sweevo's attention, and then, suddenly, an upward gust of air below the ship. Startled at first, Sweevo was puzzled to see that the gust of air, according to the instruments, was being exerted in his proportion to the height above the summit peak. Wait. Could this be... He lowered his ship as a test, taking it around to the edge of the summit, close enough to step out onto solid land and walk to the nearby building. Just as he expected, the wind picked up, and checking the stress gauges, it was exerting force on the entire body of the Skymaster equally. Signalling to his escort to do the same, he watched each of them slowly circle around the mountaintop and ease their ships down until the wind pressure was enough to keep them aloft. Weird. [Mountaintop] A man stepped out of the ship which was clearly the lead of the escorts. Kynes watched him from the eastern doorway of the Chamber on the Mount, with great interest. He was human, clearly. This much didn't surprise him; for whatever reason, humans were spread across the entire universe. What did surprise him was his gait. His manner of carrying himself. The look in his eyes. The feeling Planet got from him. Sweevo looked like a man who, without the uniform, would never be suspected of being a military commander. But in the uniform, Sweevo was a different man. Kynes walked over to him and extended his hand. "General Sweevo." General Sweevo stepped out of the ship and took a good look around. Breathing the fresh air of Earth steadied his nerves a little. People could say whatever they wanted to about atmospheric composition and native flora; Earth just smelled different, and Sweevo liked it. Looking at the man standing a few meters away, Sweevo was a bit puzzled. The man was wearing a long brown robe and had his grey hair pulled back, bound by a copper ring. But more than that, Sweevo was surprised by how long it had taken to notice him. Standing there, watching, unmoving, the General could almost have overlooked him as another tree. Brother of the Earth, indeed. Sweevo hoped he wasn't wasting his time with some crazy old man. He approached him then and extended his hand, greeting the General. Sweevo took it and shook, glad that this traditional Earth greeting, at least, was there to welcome him. "Terrae Kynes." [The Chamber on the Mount] The two men entered the Chamber then, from the east, and sat around the circular table therein. Both of them a bit unsure of what to say first, Kynes took the lead: "General Sweevo, I'm sure that there are endless questions on your mind about what you see around you; about how I was able to intercept your message; about what's going on in the universe. I am more than happy to share all of these things. I have no need for secrets and no reason for treachery. I will tell you what you need to know... and what your men will want to know. "But first, I must implore you. Tell me how you came to be here. What is it that you expected to see on Earth? What is the Earth you expected to see... like? Is she healthy? Cared for? Clean? Peaceful?" Kynes folded his hands and gazed at the man. The ball was in his court now. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 16:27:54 GMT "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in message news:rskX6.5532$V5.12980@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au... > With a swirl of blue, a jump point opened in high Earth Orbit. A small > heavily modified Intrepid class starship moved out of the realm of Hyperspace > and curved towards the brilliant blue/green marble under them. The ship was a > heavily armed courier vessel. On each of the nacelles were a pair of phaser > cannons- > > (OOC, Galaxy X power and style) > > -and the ship was heavily armoured. Fast, nimble and well armed for her > size, the modified scout flew through the atmosphere and headed for the > North American continent... Hmmmm... As Kynes sat in the Chamber on the Mount, the Planet's guardian tended to it. As the courier neared Planet, it neared the Universe Shield which protected it. A blessing by Lord Graeme of Dice, the Universe Shield placed Planet in its own universe, able to interact with the world outside it but having fundamentally different laws. Inside the Universe Shield, there was but one law: Protect Planet. HumMmMmmmMmm... The courier approached and the Universe shield sensed the threat. Concentrating its reality-bending energy at the exact point of entry of the nimble little ship... and as it passed through, in the background, it heard only a faint hum. Hummm. [Bridge of the Courier] "Captain?" "Yes, lieutenant?" "I think you'd better take a look at this." The captain of the vessel proceeded to the lieutenant's console, who was piloting the craft. He saw the problem immediately: the status readout for all of the weapons systems, not inconsiderable even for a small craft like this, had gone dead. Not "damaged," not "critical," not even "fatal." The weapons systems simply showed nothing. The torpedo count stood at zero; there were no phaser banks anymore, as far as the computer could tell. As if this weren't vexing enough, on the captain's chair, there now fluttered down a little note. Walking to it and picking it up, it read: "Your vessel's armament is in violation of the Unilateral Peace Treaty of Planet. It will be returned to you upon exit of Planet." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 18 Jun 2001 17:53:59 GMT Message-ID: The Chimaera wrote in news:3B2E98B7.25D4@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk: > Namothil wrote: >> > "So we wait until Sweevo gets back?" > > Holley nodded. "And see if the TTA Council are interested." > Confederation Home Guard Taskforce 25.3, on training maneuvers. HMRS Beowulf, RE-536 "Sir, you'd better take a look at this. Our recon drones detected an immense communications signal originating from Proxima." "What? That system's uninhabited! There aren't any civilizations light-years from Earth I." "I know... as it is, we may have a First Contact situation. Shall we proceed?" "Alert HQ and send in some more recon flights. I want to see what's there..." [Five hours later] With a brilliant flash of light, eight old ships appeared out of foldspace. A pair of escort carriers, five frigates and a small fleet tender maneuvered into formation and began broadcasting on guard... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: In article , Beowulf says... > >G.A Beowulf received this message, and mulled over what to say. He decided >to respond,"I am Grand Admiral Beowulf of Trantorian Imperium. I come to >negotiate an alliance for our mutual benefit. > >"If you wish we can negotiate on my private vessel." The _Mercury_ appears >in the same fashion as the shuttle. "Please don't try to use a >teleportation device to get there. The armor on that ship is designed to >neutralize attempts to do so." > >/OOC I noticed the size disparity between my ships and most other powers, >which I have fixed by simply increasing the declared size of the ships. >Normal versions of Lexington sized hulled ships would be frigates. Yamatos >are light cruisers. I probably should have written frigate or destroyer >there though. > >If you're confused as to why I'm both the Emperor and a Grand Admiral, >that's part of my back story, which you'll find out soon enough. Admiral Malthus replied, "A negotiation team is on its way. I look forward to hearing your proposal." (OOC: The team is lead by a Commodore Matthews, not Admiral Malthus.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 18 Jun 2001 23:46:16 GMT Message-ID: The Chimaera wrote in news:3B2EBEF2.2FE2@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk: > > > > Silence filled the next few moments, save the sound of the repeating > message. One voice broke it. "What do we do, sir? > > Holley stayed silence a moment longer, before saying, "Ready a > shuttle." > > [Before the CIN Fleet] > > Holley gently slowed his ship a few kilometers from the four large > vessels that floated in space a little way off. Each one of them > dwarfed his Orion, and the four hornets who were providing escort, > several times over. Most were on a par with the Nomad. > > Opening a communications channel, he spoke into his microphone. "This > is Commander Matthew Holley of the Terran Trade Authority Relief Fleet. > I accept your invitation to meet with you. Please send instructions." > (Well, there are eight ships, not four, and I'll assume your factory ship isn't present, since that's considerably larger than the fleet). Holley waited in his shuttle for several minutes, his communications officer negotiating landing control. Looking out of the main viewport, he could see what appeared to be several squadrons of X-shaped fighters, with a cockpit in the center and an engine on each wingroot and wingtip (think Starfury). Several gun emplacements were readily visible and each carried several missiles on hardpoints. Eight ships were readily visible; two of which appeared to be carrier vessels, another five smaller ships apparently well-armed and one ungainly ship, perhaps a tender or freighter. His pilot then informed him that they were landing soon. With a slight jolt, his shuttle began moving again, curving to enter the landing circuit. A bright control light began coordinating his movements, and the shuttle landed on the flightdeck, and promptly was moved to an elevator. (OOC: the ship resembles an early Wing Commander carrier, and functions much like a modern CV, except that the main hanger doors can open and launch all craft in an emergency). Looking around, he could see scorch marks from previous battles, and the number 536 painted at the front of the flight deck. The world BEOWULF was emblazoned on her conning tower. After exiting the shuttle and escorted by way of several Marines to a conference room, he met a woman with... pink? hair and her staff. She extended a hand. "Welcome, Commander Holley. Our fleet intercepted your message while on maneuvers. Strangely, we also received the reply from Earth - Brother Kynes rarely uses conventional transmission mediums these days. I am Line Captain Tendou, and this is my staff [skip introductions in the name of space]. We represent the Confederation of Independant Nations's Home Guard, normally a local in-system defense force. The equipment you see here is several generations obsolete. However, the area has been heating up, and our Queen has ordered a full mobilization - not seen for many years. "However, enough about us, perhaps you would like to tell us about yourself? Records of the 'Terran Trade Authority' do not exist anywhere in the Confederation databases and queries to other powers have return similar results. Especially strange is your message to Earth - no spacefaring power has inhabited there for some time." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 17:11:36 -0700 Message-ID: <3B2E98B7.25D4@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Namothil wrote: > > In article <3B2AAE45.F6EF0E6B@Netzero.net>, Kyle says... > > > >Alright everyone. Use this thread to do all of your pre-STGOD > >diplomacy and such. I'll start. > >--===-- > > General message to the powers of this galaxy: > > Greetings, > > As a relatively new arrival to this galaxy, I request a diplomatic > exchange, in order to avoid potential difficulties resulting from > my ignorance of local alliances and interests. If you wish to > send a representative, come to the enclosed coordinates. > > Signed, > Fleet Admiral Ray, > Commander, Outworld Fleet [Proxima Centuri System, far side from the Warp point] The two Minnows completed their patrol of the system. Pulling back gently on the control yoke, Daubney pulled his interceptor into a long, slow turn, that would put them back on course for the Nomad. Behind him, he knew, his wingman was emulating the maneuver. Before him, space flickered. Swearing aloud, Daubney heaved his stick further back, desperately tightening the turn to avoid the object that had appeared in his path. His radio relayed the curses of his wingman as he rolled off to the left. The Minnow overshot the obstruction, and Daubney pulled the ship around in a tight turn, arming the laserguns as he shouted at his sensor officer, "WHERE'D THAT COME FROM!" "I don't know, it just appeared." Frantically pushing buttons on his console, he said, "Vessel is HUGE... several kilometers at least." Getting his first good look at the ship, Daubney's heart sank. "We won't even scratch that!" "Vessel is firing!" Daubney threw Minnow ship into a snap-roll, then "dived", leveled out, and pulled up underneath the giant ship - and stopped himself from shooting. Whatever the vessel had launched, it wasn't any kind of weapon. It just drifted away from the ship. "Now there's a massive energy build up in the ship!" said his sensor officer. A blue point of light appeared before the vessel, and quickly widened into a ring with a dark tunnel running from its center. The ship moved forward into the tunnel, disappearing fro sight, before the ring shrank back into the blue spot and vanished. Daubney stared for a moment at the point where the ship had disappeared, and then turned his attention to the object it had left behind. "What's that?" he asked over his shoulder. "I don't know," came the reply, "but it's transmitting a signal... a message." "Put it on the screen." A small monitor to the right of the control yoke blanked out for a second, and then started printing text. He thumbed his communicator. "Come on, Nigel, we're leaving." [Half an hour later, Commander Holley's office, aboard the Nomad] Holley re-read the message, and looked across his desk at Daubney. "And then the ship vanished into a wormhole?" "That's what we think," said Daubney. "Incredible." Holley re-read the message a third time. "And the size of it! The technology must be incredible." "I'm sure it is," Daubney said, "but the important thing right now is, do we accept this invitation?" Holley thought for a second, and then said, "I don't think we should. Making contact with another species, who are apparently far more technologically advanced than us, could be dangerous." "So we wait until Sweevo gets back?" Holley nodded. "And see if the TTA Council are interested." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 19 Jun 2001 00:44:25 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote in : >Admiral Malthus replied, "A negotiation team is on its way. I look >forward to hearing your proposal." > >(OOC: The team is lead by a Commodore Matthews, not Admiral Malthus.) Beowulf was waiting in the conference room when the negotiation team arrived, escorted by some of his Imperial Guards. "I am Grand Admiral Beowulf, and welcome to my ship, _IMS Mercury_. You are?..." "I am Commodore Matthews, and this is my my negotiation team. I understand that you have a proposal?" "Yes. Because of the fact that we both are new to this universe, I propose that we have a treaty for our mutual defense while in this universe. Technologically, we have extraordinarily high power weaponry for the size of our ships." Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 19:47:49 -0500 Message-ID: <9gm77p$9thse$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Crayz9000 wrote in message news:9tusits5pa6aktfjmllunmler1lsm4jo01@4ax.com... > ---HoloNet Transmission--- > > FROM: J. Reynolds > TO: Sales Department, Sanchez Research and Development Corporation > RE: SCEF Purchase > > To whomever it may concern, > > Quaynar Industries wishes to place an order for 50 (fifty) used > gravity-well generators of the Immobilizer-418 design. > > We are prepared to pay in either Republic, Imperial, or Confederation > currency, or the preferred currency of the SRDC's choice. Due to the expense of > this shipment, it is preferred that a foldspace-equipped transport be used for > delivery. > > Respectfully, > > J. Reynolds, Manager > Purchasing Department > Quaynar Industries > > ---Brought to you by GalactiCom, Inc--- The SRDC is happy to provide you with the desired starships. It happens that we have a large stock of used designs in mothballs, so we can offer you them at a premium price. If any other purchases are needed, do not hesitate to order. Payment in Imperial Credits on delivery, less 10% first-time customer discount. The Ships are underway, with 10 ISD-II's attached for escort duty. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 18:59:06 -0700 Message-ID: <3B2EB1EA.381D@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Kynes wrote: > "But first, I must implore you. Tell me how you came to be here. What is it that > you expected to see on Earth? What is the Earth you expected to see... like? Is she > healthy? Cared for? Clean? Peaceful?" > Kynes folded his hands and gazed at the man. > The ball was in his court now. Sweevo leaned back in the chair, ordering his thoughts to answer the questions. The first would have been easy to answer to someone from the Earth he knew, someone who knew of the past twenty years, but Kynes own words had confirmed his worst fears - this wasn't home. So he started from the beginning - the early days of Man's exploration of the stars, first contact with the Alphans, a race with a history of battles with their Proximan neighbours. The destruction of the Interstellar Queen by Proximan forces, the declaration of war. 20 Twenty long years of fighting, the Battle for Mars, and from there, slowly fighting the Proximan forces back to their own star system, and the devastation of Proxima Prime, before the peace treaty was signed in 2068. "Their homeworld was in tatters," Sweevo said, remembering the sight of it. "We'd taken no chances. Anything we thought was a base for their troops, we destroyed. Anything that could make munitions, or vehicles, we destroyed. When the treaty was signed, they had nearly no industrial capacity - no way of rebuilding their cities, roads, repairing water and power supplies, replacing farming equipment... they had nothing. "So when we signed the treaty, we promised to help them rebuild." He looked at Kynes, who was giving him his full attention. "Keeping that promise wasn't easy. The war had left us with little freight ability. Most of the Colonials were refitted for combat, and many that weren't fell victim to raids by Proximan Sharks. So the Authority requisitioned as many civilian craft as they could, and borrowed a few of the Alphan's Mantas, and started shipping them food, while commissioning a new ship - a Nomad free-to-space industrial complex, the first of many to replace those that we'd lost. "A year later, everything was ready. The ship was due to be sent to Proxima Centuri, to start the rebuilding of their industries. "The journey was risky though. The Proximans are a race that finds defeat dishonourable, and many squadrons of Sharks and Pirhanas had deserted their navy, and had taken to raiding the supply convoys we sent to Proxima. And we couldn't allow the Nomad to fall into Pirate hands - they could have built an endless number of ships, and enough ammo to make them a danger for several decades. "Several squadrons of interceptors were assigned to escort the Nomad to Proxima. Sure enough, when we began the last leg of the journey, from Alpha Centuri, we carried over a hundred and fifty interceptors, all tucked away in the hanger bay. Sweevo shook his head at the memory. "We were pulled from Warp - that shouldn't be possible, we don't know how they did it, but a Proximan force pulled us from warp. While all our interceptors were in the hangers, and none of their pilots ready. And we were set upon by nearly seventy sharks. "If it wasn't for the upgrades to the shields, the Nomad would have been lost before we'd got a single interceptor out. As it was, the Nomad only took minor damage before the first Hornets engaged them. "We lost over forty of our fighters, but we devastated their forces. And as we chased off the last of their forces, one ship turned and fired a single torpedo." "We still don't know what happened. The torp exploded, right in the middle of our formation. Space outside was filled with light, all the sensors went berserk - and then the light died, and nothing had happened. We'd not lost any ships. But the Proximans had gone. "And then we headed on to Proxima - and the rest is in the report you received. Kynes nodded, and Sweevo could see that he understood at least part of what had happened, of how this situation had come about. But if he had any new insights, he wasn't sharing them yet. "An interesting tale," he said. "And now, tell me about your Earth." Sweevo thought back to the planet that was his home. "Earth suffered at the hands of humans for nearly a century," he said. "And all the while, we knew what we were doing to it. It was saved by cold fusion. Earth is a beautiful place now. Since a lot of the population went to live in Mars, we could devote more of Earth to nature. It took a lot of effort to clean, but it was worth it." He smiled. "To most humans, Mars is home, and Earth is a place to go on holiday. And there hasn't been a war between humans since 1999." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 02:20:16 GMT Chris tried his best not to chuckle at the somewhat panicky captains report. He had gotten used to Kynes using his medal collection to write on the wall, the Captain had not. If Kynes was to give them back when they were done, he had no problem. Hell if Kynes kept them, he didn't care. "Captain its ok" Chris soothed the rather nervous captain. "Just continue with the mission.". The captain acknowledge and the hologram of Chris faded from view. Putting on a straight face, he ordered the ship to continue. They streaked through the lower atmosphere, switching from impulse drive to repulsors to cause as little damage to the amazingly beautiful planet as possible. They came to a stop high on the rocky mountains and a level clearing. At this time of year there was no snow of course, but the weather was still cold. Not that it really mattered to the people inside the spacecraft. "Alright begin scans. Accoring to research, the Crystals are around here. I want them quick. This planet is started to give me the creeps". At once, scans started. There were only six class two-A Hegemony sensor arrays in existence. Even for the amazing sensor tech the empire possessed, the class two-A's were a revolution in design. Four of them were installed on the Omega class command cruisers and the HMS Bismarck. Another at the Capital world of the Hegemony. The final one was on this ship, specially modified to house it. It required the full power of the ships fusion plants to use it, hence the landing. But it served its purpose. The Crystals were found just over eighty kilometers away. They had been here for thousands of years but were perfectly intact. With a slight shimmer of transporters, they were brought aboard. Then the small ship lifted and turned for space, mission accomplished. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 19:54:43 -0700 Message-ID: <3B2EBEF2.2FE2@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Phong Nguyen wrote: > With a brilliant flash of light, eight old ships appeared out of > foldspace. A pair of escort carriers, five frigates and a small fleet > tender maneuvered into formation and began broadcasting on guard... [Bridge of the Nomad] "Incoming message!" The shout startled Commander Holley from his look-alert pose. "Is it General Sweevo?" he asked. "Negative, sir, its coming from the other side of the system." Holley rose from his seat and walked across to the comms officer's station. "It's not the buoy?" he asked. "No, sir... listen..." Flicking a few switches, the officer put the message through the speakers. "... you any harm. Message repeats... Greetings from the Confederation of Independent Nations. Your broadcasts from this system have attracted our attention. We seek a peaceful meeting to learn about you and your people. We do not mean you any harm. Message repeats..." Holley looked across the bridge. "Do we have anything on the sensors?" "No sir." "Think they can see us?" The officer shrugged. "With that ship we saw earlier, who can say?" Silence filled the next few moments, save the sound of the repeating message. One voice broke it. "What do we do, sir? Holley stayed silence a moment longer, before saying, "Ready a shuttle." [Before the CIN Fleet] Holley gently slowed his ship a few kilometers from the four large vessels that floated in space a little way off. Each one of them dwarfed his Orion, and the four hornets who were providing escort, several times over. Most were on a par with the Nomad. Opening a communications channel, he spoke into his microphone. "This is Commander Matthew Holley of the Terran Trade Authority Relief Fleet. I accept your invitation to meet with you. Please send instructions." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] New Rpublic Announcement (fine I ain't a moderater so sue me) Message-ID: Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 07:56:01 GMT "Sir the last of the convoy has been loaded and is ready to move out" the loadmaster said, noting the last shipping container moved into the _Earthmover_ class transport barge off on his datapad. For several days, the depot had been busy with large numbers of people moving in and out, bringing supplies and organizing a convoy. The convoy carried shipping containers with shield generators and conversion kits. To those highly cleared enough for the manifest, they noted the cargo was listed as "Conversion kits, Hypershield upgrades: Block six for Republic/Imperial shielding technology". There were enough kits to upgrade a good sized fleet along with detailed instructions on how to make more, technicians to help with the work and other numerous amounts of cargo, most of which was going to be drooped off along the way to the meeting place as it was on the way anyway. The convey consisted of a full scale Dreadnaught, the USS _Launcelot_ with over two dozen support vessels of Star Destroyer or lesser size. Fifty freighters were the main convoy with minimal but effective anti fighter defences. They had been on standby to go for several days until the word came down from 'upstairs' to move with all speed to a designated meeting place. Once they had warped clear of the systems, they aligned themselves towards deep space and the Milky way and engaged slipstream drive... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 19 Jun 2001 20:41:13 GMT Message-ID: The Chimaera wrote in news:3B2FF978.2CE4@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk: > Phong Nguyen wrote: > > "General Sweevo, our force's commander, has travelled to Earth to see > for himself what has happened there. We were waiting for him to return > with orders from the TTA Council." > > /OOC The four ships thing - the sensors on these ships are really crap > (they couldn't even reach the Proximan homeworld from the system's > edge) so it's possible your other vessels are hiding out of range > somewhere. > [OOC] Well, I had them defold in formation... just call it a continuity gaff, they happen all the time [/OOC] "Perhaps your General Sweevo has met with Brother Kynes, the protector of Earth. But yes, it is fairly common knowledge that the major powers have left their homeworld. Many years ago, there was a great war between the two major power blocks - the Omnipotent Triumvirate and the Mars Pact. Those powers are immensely strong; to anger them is to court instant death. Only one has managed to raise the Triumvirate's fury. Their galaxy is now completely destroyed, no stars, no planets - nothing remains." Tendou sipped at her tea, watching Holley follow suit. A new faction, she mused, and one from yet another reality. And one so very weak... "As of yet, Proxima is uninhabited and has always been so. If the other powers cooperate, they may allow you rights to the system. But be wary, for despite all your technological advances, you are by far the weakest power. To anger another would mean quick death. However, if and when our diplomats arrive for official negotiations, we may be able to assist you. The Confederation stands for peace and harmony - a lofty goal we may never reach, but one we strive for." "And for what it's worth... I know about losing my home. My home planet was completely razed in the most recent of our wars, a war against a force of Chaos - the Trolls. They know nothing but war and devastation and sought to carry their banner across the stars. They were stopped at the very gates of our capital world... but at great cost. These trolls now pirate the spacelanes, destroying or capturing whatever-" The siren to General Quarters began wailing and over the PA systems raid warning was sent. A Troll raiding group - a frigate, a few corvettes, a wing of fighters. Normally an easy task... but there were people to protect. "It seems we're under attack, Commander. I doubt you can make it back to your taskforce in time, but perhaps you could accompany me to the bridge? They seem to be gunning for you, and perhaps you could coordinate your forces with ours." The two carriers opened their hanger blast doors... and in one, immense launch several hundred fighters were rapidly released to space, guided by mass driver catapults and tractor beams. Three escort frigates detached from the carrier group and began gunning for the enemy, feeling out the range. Energy fire and missiles crisscrossed space, but the Home Guard formation lacked the new stand-off missiles. A few fighters broke through the CSP and headed straight for the TTA's veteran fightergroup... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 18:16:40 -0700 Message-ID: <3B2FF978.2CE4@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Phong Nguyen wrote: > "However, enough about us, perhaps you would like to tell us about > yourself? Records of the 'Terran Trade Authority' do not exist anywhere > in the Confederation databases and queries to other powers have return > similar results. Especially strange is your message to Earth - no > spacefaring power has inhabited there for some time." Holley's mind was sent reeling the last comment, added in the manner of something that everyone knows. His silence drew a worried look from Tendou. "Are you all right, Commander." His mind still fighting the implications of her words, he spoke almost automatically. "The TTA has existed for thirty years. First contact was in 2036..." Tendou shook her head. "Where ever this TTA is, it is not on Earth." She paused, and then added, "You were expecting a response from your leaders." Burying his concerns, Holley pulled himself together. "Yes," he said. "We needed orders - and confirmation that we were in the right system. There's supposed to be an alien race here." Again, Tendou shook here head. "There aren't any inhabited systems for light-years around Earth." The Alphans will have lost their families too, Holley thought as he prepared to answer the original question. "The TTA was formed when the Alphans signed the Trade and Technology Exchange Agreement with the old World Trade Authority. Over the years, the WTA had grown to become the government of Earth, and the TTA continued this. "The Alphans had a history of conflict with its neighbour, Proxima Centuri, but the Proximans left Earth alone - until it destroyed a passenger ship in 2048. The TTA was dragged into the war against Proxima." "The war was nearly disastrous for the TTA and the Alphans, but from its low point in 2052, we fought the Proximans back to their homeworld over 15 years. And then we devastated it. "This was just a year ago. The Proximans signed a peace treaty with us that year. And we promised to help them rebuild their industries and infrastructure. "With that in mind, the TTA ordered the construction of a Nomad Industrial Complex, to provide for Proxima until its own industries could cope. "As we escorted the Nomad, we came under attack from a fleet of Proximan Pirates - raiders who felt dishonoured by the surrender of their Government. We fought them off, and continued here." Holley paused for a moment. "I would say it was easy to have overlooked us - we have only met two other races, after all. But you speak as if Earth's status is common knowledge. "General Sweevo, our force's commander, has travelled to Earth to see for himself what has happened there. We were waiting for him to return with orders from the TTA Council." /OOC The four ships thing - the sensors on these ships are really crap (they couldn't even reach the Proximan homeworld from the system's edge) so it's possible your other vessels are hiding out of range somewhere. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: lewir004@westberks.org (JOG Class of 2000) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 20 Jun 2001 11:00:15 GMT Message-ID: <9gpvnu$ac35b$1@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de> In article , phong.nguyen@usa.net says... >A few fighters broke through the CSP and headed straight for the TTA's >veteran fightergroup... Commander Holley rushed through the bridge doors on the heels of Captain Tendou. No keen to run through the battle outside in an unarmed Avery-Orion, he'd accepted Tendou's invitation. The bridge display showed several moving dots, which Holley quickly identified - the CIN vessels, coloured blur, the Troll forces, in red, and his own fleet, green. Impressed by how much damage the Trolls had already taken from the CIN, his attention was drawn to a handful of red dots that had broke the defenders line, and were rushing across the system to engage the TTA fleet, pursued in turn by several CIN fighters, and his own escort. An officer came to him and handed him a communicator. "To call your forces," he said, dashing back to his station. Holley looked to Tendou for instructions, but she had her hands full for the moment, dealing with the larger troll ships. Pausing for a second, he thumbed the communicator on. "Nomad, this is Commander Holley. Drop all warp-capable interceptors and prepare to engage..." he made a rough count. "...twenty-odd fighters, unknown class. X-shaped vessels are friendly, repeat, x-shaped vessels are friendly" Another pause, and then, "Interceptors are to engage the Troll forces as far from the Nomad as possible. The Nomad is to head for the warp point and be prepared to run." Normally, Holley would have ordered them straight to warp, but the Proximans had shaken his confidence in the safety of super-luminal travel. "Protect the Nomad at all costs. Get all that?" Confirmation came back. He hesitated, and then added, "Interceptors are to accept orders from the CIN. Holley out." Holley looked again at Tendou, who had caught that last. With little knowledge of their opponents, Holley had put his faith in Tendou's experience. His own forces outnumbered the small group of Troll fighters nearly three to one, and the pursuing CIN ships numbered half his own, the rest engaged in the main battle near the CIN fleet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 20 Jun 2001 16:47:58 GMT Message-ID: lewir004@westberks.org (JOG Class of 2000) wrote in news:9gpvnu$ac35b$1@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de: > In article , > phong.nguyen@usa.net says... > > > > Holley looked again at Tendou, who had caught that last. With little > knowledge of their opponents, Holley had put his faith in Tendou's > experience. His own forces outnumbered the small group of Troll > fighters nearly three to one, and the pursuing CIN ships numbered half > his own, the rest engaged in the main battle near the CIN fleet. > The Troll pirate fighters closed with the TTA fighter group, their shields flicking from the pounding from the Confederation's fightergroup, their hull wracked by the miniature shock cannons on the fighters. And then their prey was upon them, laser lances shattering hulls, plasma bolts ripping apart armor. A massive dogfight broke out, but the Terran and Confederation ships were coached by controllers, and losses were minimal. That left the enemy capital ships. The three escort frigates that broke off were already pounding the corvettes, and the two carriers began engaging in a gunline battle with their opponent heavy frigate. It was over in minutes. The enemy frigate lost her shields and her hull buckled with repeated salvos, then the reactor containment field failed. The ensuring explosion also destroyed the corvettes. "That appears to be all of them, Commander. It appears that they too detected your signal. Command has sent back a message; we are to escort you until the diplomats and you CO arrive here. We may recieve reinforcements, though probably not. Meanwhile, if you haven't any more questions, you're free to leave." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 22:15:29 +0100 Message-ID: To: Commander, SRDC forces From: Boyd Collective We request details of your industrial capabilities. Due to recent... internal difficulties... We are considering outsourcing some naval production to third parties. There is a sizable military budget available for this project. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 22:24:52 GMT "JOG Class of 2000" wrote in message news:9gq418$apr2s$2@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de... > >Sweevo thought back to the planet that was his home. "Earth suffered at > >the hands of humans for nearly a century," he said. "And all the while, > >we knew what we were doing to it. It was saved by cold fusion. Earth is > >a beautiful place now. Since a lot of the population went to live in > >Mars, we could devote more of Earth to nature. It took a lot of effort > >to clean, but it was worth it." He smiled. "To most humans, Mars is > >home, and Earth is a place to go on holiday. And there hasn't been a war > >between humans since 1999." Kynes nodded. Good. This was all extremely good. Sweevo raised his eyebrows, as if to say: Well? Now tell me where in bloody hell I am. "You're probably wondering where in bloody hell you are," said Kynes. "Yes," replied Sweevo. "Well, the Earth you see around you is a peaceful one, as well. Not since the Boyd Collective landed troops here years ago have any conflicts been allowed on her soil. And they were... very quickly dispatched." Sweevo looked at him questioningly. "Right, the Boyd Collective," said Kynes. "One of the many menaces you'll encounter in this universe. Or, should I say... these universes. The universe you're standing in now is linked to another, separate universe via a couple of jump gates and nexus points. I suspect by the time you return to your men, the relevant authorities will have already contacted you." Kynes continued. "These universes are quite different and I could never tell you all the things you need to know about all of them. But I can tell you a few things." "First, you have arrived in a time of increasing strife and hostility. Indeed, not in five thousand years have I ever seen things this bad. Although Earth herself remains untouched, the universe at large is not so lucky. War is brewing, and very quickly." Sweevo narrowed his eyes. "War between whom? And for what?" "For all purposes you can imagine. The galaxies are brimming with ultrapowerful corporations, remnants of ancient empires, wizardly immortals and large sector powers. Alliances are made, battle lines are drawn, toes are stepped on." Kynes could see he was still a little disbelieving. "Let me give you an example. You saw Mars. Mars is ruled by a trifecta of signatories to the Mars Pact; the Boyd Collective and the New Sith Empire are two of those signatories. The ruler of the NSE is a worshipper of Chaos. Recently, a force arrived in this universe from the far future, and this force happens to be dedicated to fighting the forces of chaos. Consequently, war has just been declared on the Mars Pact by this new force." "Go on." "The Collective has invaded Earth and threatened it on numerous occasions. As a result, the Pact and another trifecta, the Omnipotent Triumvirate of which I am a part, are in a permanent state of war." "One of the ultracorporations is a primary supplier of the Collective and the NSE; as a result, they are quite hostile to the Triumvirate and all who align with her." Kynes paused for a moment. "This is one of only dozens of complex conflicts that exist." The two men continued talking for hours, each informing the other of strategic and tactical information about their various universes. When Sweevo stood to shake Kynes' hand and leave, he did so with a much firmer grasp of the territory he now stood in. Frankly, he wasn't sure where he fit in yet; he'd need to talk to his men about that. But at least now, he wasn't in the dark. As Kynes watched Sweevo re-board his craft, it was dark; the two men had discussed things for longer than he thought. As he watched the lights aboard the craft and his escorts come to life, illuminating a pathway up through the Universe Shielding, he had hope. This one, at least, was a good man. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 19:29:40 -0400 Message-ID: <3B3131E4.3D00BFCF@rpi.edu> The Boyd. Mortal Enemies of the Omnipotent Triumverate. Just holding a neutral stance in regards to them was enough to raise the wrath of the Omnipotent ones and bring the fleets of Star Marshall Knopf down one's little empire. For months they had been strangely quiet, but now they were on move again, and Healey's clients wanted to know the intent and motivations for this move. Being one of the more established empires, it would take some doing, but it would not be impossible to plant some sort of spy device somewhere. Recruiting an agent was out of the question due to the nature of the collective. This was one of those times Healey wished he had sprung for the complete cloaking package when he bought his shuttle instead of just passive stealthing tech. However, the majority of Boyd activity seemed to be concentrated in one system. So Healey made his way to a point .75 ly out of the system and launched a space born probe in system to probe the defenses. -- Bob Healey AIM:darkjedi521 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 00:51:36 +0100 Message-ID: Robert A. Healey wrote: > So Healey made his way to a point .75 ly out of the system and launched > a space born probe in system to probe the defenses. [Boydingrad Military HQ] "Sir, a probe just entered our space." "Origin?" "Empty space sir. We picked it up about 0.75 ly out. Initial analysis suggests a cloaked vessel. We have a frigate patrol nearby that could be rerouted-" "Is the probe from the Sixth Imperium?" "No sir, the design is indicative of a much smaller empire." "Then leave it. No sense in making new enemies. Open a comm channel directed at the point." "Channel open." "This is Boydingrad Military Command. Please identify yourself." "his is Healey-" "Ah, Bob," replied the officer with a familiarity that suggested he had spent many a day becoming acquainted with him. One of the Collective ambassadors had, so in a sense, the officer had too. "Why not come on in. I think we can tell you more than your probe an. We would enjoy a small chat." -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 00:57:34 +0100 Message-ID: Kynes wrote: > "The Collective has invaded Earth and threatened it on numerous occasions. As > a result, the Pact and another trifecta, the Omnipotent Triumvirate of which I > am a part, are in a permanent state of war." [A library] The drone looked down at the map. It was a paper one, so uncommon in these times. Not an antique as most of them were, but a lovingly crafted work of art. His eyes scanned over the words and pictures before resting on a small solar system outside Collective space. It was marked "Here thar be wizards." Something in the Collective's memory shuddered at that. After several unpleasant incidents the Collective had disavowed all claims to the planet and indeed the system, deciding that it was wiser to be content with a galaxy. After all, how much land does a man need? (Just reminding people that I did say a while ago that the Collective was no longer concerned with Earth. Far too much trouble for one planet.) -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B313EDD.DFAB39BF@home.com> From: Strowbridge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 00:28:36 GMT Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > Robert A. Healey wrote: > > The Boyd. Mortal Enemies of the Omnipotent Triumverate. > "This is Boydingrad Military Command. Please identify yourself." > "his is Healey-" > > "Ah, Bob," replied the officer with a familiarity that suggested he had > spent many a day becoming acquainted with him. One of the Collective > ambassadors had, so in a sense, the officer had too. > > "Why not come on in. I think we can tell you more than your probe an. We > would enjoy a small chat." "Squeak." That's the most common noise you'll here in Brother Alpha's transdemensional bunker. Fill to the brim with evil artifacts and terrible tomes, the bunker housed the single biggest collection of forbidden knowledge. But at times there seemed to be more rats than demons to be summoned. At this particular time Brother Alpha wasn't summoning anything. He was bent over a silver dish while incense burned in a brazier beside him. "Hmm. This is an interesting development!" Brother Alpha spoke quietly to himself while gazing into his scrying dish. "What do you guys think?" "Squeak." "I think you have a strange definition of 'Interesting.'" "I couldn't agree more, Mr. Woodthrop. I couldn't agree more." He was obviously to preoccupied to listen to his guest. "And if the enemy of your enemy id your friend, then the friend of your enemy is your enemy too." "And the enemy of your friend's enemy's friend's friend's enemy is your enemy's enemy's friend's enemy's friend." "Exactly!" already nose deep in a particularly evil tome bound in human flesh. "Squeak." As Alfred left his cohort looking for the liquor cabinet the word, 'moron' muttered under his breath was his only response. Brother Alpha ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Robert A. Healey" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 20:50:38 -0400 Message-ID: <3B3144DE.D8E44DF2@rpi.edu> Jonathan Boyd wrote: > "Why not come on in. I think we can tell you more than your probe an. We > would enjoy a small chat." "I would enjoy that. Meet you in orbit of Boydingrad's primary moon. I'll be coming in at Warp 4. Be nice to have a friendly chat again after that fiasco with the Ingored Powers Treaty and the God-Emperor buisness." Disengaging the comm, Healey went back to the cargo compartment, extracted one of his Improbabilty torpedoes and loaded it into the craft's launcher. He then set course for Boydingrad at Warp 4. On the short trip enroute, Healey spent the time configuring the last of his nano probes for infiltration into the Boyd network. -- Bob Healey AIM:darkjedi521 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 20:10:35 -0700 Message-ID: <3B3165AA.52F8@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk> Phong Nguyen wrote: > "That appears to be all of them, Commander. It appears that they too > detected your signal. Command has sent back a message; we are to escort > you until the diplomats and you CO arrive here. We may recieve > reinforcements, though probably not. Meanwhile, if you haven't any more > questions, you're free to leave." [Commander Holley's Office, aboard the Nomad] Holley sat back in his chair, and thought about the days events. Outside his office's viewport, he could see the TTA interceptors mingling with the CINs fighters, forming groups that would patrol the system until General Sweevo's return. Whatever he learned from Terrae Kynes would be vital in ascertaining their next steps - whether they negotiated with the CIN, let the system with them, settled here, or maybe even got home. Home. He sighed. He was deceiving himself if he believed he was really looking at these developements. Taking a pen and paper from the draw of his desk, he started on what he would tell the crew about their home planet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: lewir004@westberks.org (JOG Class of 2000) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: 21 Jun 2001 08:31:55 GMT Message-ID: <9gsbdr$ac5j4$2@ID-59554.news.dfncis.de> In article <3B3165AA.52F8@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk>, the.chimaera@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk says... >He sighed. He was deceiving himself if he believed he was really looking >at these developements. Taking a pen and paper from the draw of his >desk, he started on what he would tell the crew about their home planet. > [The following day] The Skymaster emerged from Warp, followed closely by its four escorts. Sweevo's sensor board lit up immediatly, showing him the Hornets that were patrolling the edge of the Warp point - and several X-Shaped craft that he'd never seen before. And through his viewport, he could make out some largish ships... His communicator warbled, demanding his attention. He flicked it on. "Hello, Matt." "Glad your back, General. As you can see, matters have changed slightly..." "Can't leave this system for five minutes," he chuckled. "Who are your friends?" "This are fighters from the Confederation of Independant Nations," Holley replied. "They picked up our message..." "Tell me about it when I get aboard," he said, turning his ship in the direction of the Nomad. "I'll see you in a bit." "Yes sir. Nomad out." [Sweevo's Office] It didn't take long for Holley to bring Sweevo up to speed on the events of the past couple of days. In turn, Sweevo revealed everything Kynes had told him. "So you told the crew?" asked Sweevo. Holley nodded. "It didn't go down too well. Many people had families on Earth and Mars...Mars is gone too?" It was Sweevo's turn to nod. "Run by this New Sith Empire, and their Mars pact." "The Boyd, the Triumviate, this race of Chaos fighters...this is one busy universe." Sweevo looked out of his viewport, where he could see the largest of the CIN vessels. "I had hoped we'd be too small to attract attention," he said. A thought struck him. The relevent authorities, Kynes had said. "I hope we're not tresspassing..." "Tendou said no race has ever inhabited this system, and it doesn't sound like anyone's interested in laying claim to it." Holley's voice turned grim. "Although it sounds like, if anyone showed an interest in Proxima, our only hope would be to run." The room stayed silence for a few moments, before Sweevo said, "So what do we do now." Holley cleared his throat. "The CIN forces are under orders to escort us until their diplomats arrive." Sweevo raised an eyebrow. "You can read that any which way. I think they only want to see us become friends, rather than enemies. Naturally, I accepted their kind offer." He shrugged. "To be honest, I think that Troll force would have decimated us." Sweevo went quiet again, deep in thought. Odds were, they were never going to get home. But instead, they were in an empty system, with enough industrial capacity to sort out most civilised worlds in a transportable, if vunerable, ship. Once again, he looked out at the large vessel that drifted a little way from the Nomad. "I only hope the other powers are as friendly as the CIN. With any luck, no-one will object to our settling here. Although, from what Kynes said, it sounds difficult to exist in this universe without opposing someone." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Kyle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 13:07:03 -0400 Message-ID: <3B3229B7.50ED657D@Netzero.net> Wide Band Hyper Radio Transmission: From: Star Marshall Knopf and the Omnipotent Triumvirate To: General Announcement The Sixth Imperium is proud to today announce the construction of a new Joint Naval Base in the New Republic system of Hoth. This base will permanently house a Sixth Imperium Capital Warship Task Force consisting of: Heavy Battle Group x2 2 BB Squadrons 2 CA Squadrons 2 CL Flotilla's 3 DD Flotilla's Battle Group x8 1 BB Squadron 1 BC Squadron 2 CA Squadrons 2 CL Flotilla's 3 DD Flotilla's Carrier Group x6 1 CV Squadron 1 CVL Squadron 2 CA Squadrons 2 CL Flotilla's 3 DD Flotilla's The Hoth Naval Base will also be capable of supporting one Sixth Imperium Prime Warship Battlegroup consisting of Eighty (80) Asgerd class Planetoids. The Sixth Imperiums has pledged to defend New Republic space against any hostile incursion. The Sixth Imperium has pledged itself to the support of the New Republic so as to support it's policy of individual freedom of action and thought. The Sixth Imperium pledge to defend the New Republic is not dependent on a similar pledge by the New Republic. The New Republic is in no way obligated to join the Sixth Imperium in it's war against the Mars Pact or Duzarian Supremacy. The Hoth Naval Outpost will also function as a Trading Post and Custom Base for all trade between the Imperium and Republic. One Ershan class Heavy Transport (Planetoid grade) has been permanently assigned to the Imperium / Republic trade. The SITS Gellas will make two round trips per year between Republic Imperium space loaded with trade goods. The Ershan class was originally designed as a forward area resupply vessels and are therefore quite well armed and all trade goods will be secure within her hold. If any other local powers wish to begin a trading relationship with the Imperium they may do so at the Hoth Naval Outpost. Trade between the Sixth Imperium and New Republic will be conducted free of tariffs and taxes. All other trading partners will have to pay the standard Tariff and Tax Rates of both the Imperium and Republic. Construction of the Hoth Naval Outpost will begin immediately. -- Star Marshall Knopf. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 00:09:14 +0100 Message-ID: Robert A. Healey wrote: > "I would enjoy that. Meet you in orbit of Boydingrad's primary moon. I'll be > coming in at Warp 4. Be nice to have a friendly chat again after that fiasco > with the Ingored Powers Treaty and the God-Emperor buisness." Disengaging the > comm, Healey went back to the cargo compartment, extracted one of his > Improbabilty torpedoes and loaded it into the craft's launcher. He then set > course for Boydingrad at Warp 4. On the short trip enroute, Healey spent > the time configuring the last of his nano probes for infiltration into the > Boyd network. Healey was received on a Regent class guided missile cruiser. Its 4 km bulk was quite impressive from the shuttle view screen, bristling with missile launchers and gun ports and the occasional lick of gold paint on a mainly black hull. "Permission to come board?" "Commission granted, Mr Healey," grinned the Boyd ambassador that awaited him. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two men were escorted to a conference room on the top deck of the ship. As the door closed, leaving them alone, the ambassador ordered a couple of drinks from the replicator. "So Bob. We live in interesting times, don't we? How many wars have we seen? How many of our friends have died in the last couple of years? Too many." Healey gazed out at the stars through the conference room view ports and sighed. A regiment of Viper fighters was preparing to engage a squadron of the Collective's new Shade stealth fighters. War games. "More people are going to die, aren't they?" "I'm afraid so Bob, I'm afraid so. But we will not be the aggressors this time. The Collective has changed." The fighters were diving in at each other now, laser beams recording hits, practice missile pretending to launch. "I'm sure you find it hard to believe, but we are a pragmatic people. We cannot fight a universe. In some cases, we cannot even fight a solar system. We cannot change our nature, but we can guide it along new paths. We do not want war with the Triumverate. Or the Republic. Or anyone in these few galaxies. We have formed an alliance with a new race, the Eldar. They have fought for millennia against the powers of chaos, forces we are formally allied to, but never entirely trusted. Chaos is dangerous and unpredictable. It cannot ever be trusted. We don't want to be watching our backs forever. We have agreed to help the Eldar in the long war. We will have a purpose. Not random conquest and destruction, but a meaningful _purpose_. Not that anyone will believe us if we tell them." Outside, most of the fighters were limping away from the engagement, registered as kills. Healey couldn't pick out any of the Shade fighters amongst them. "If those weren't out Vipers, but someone else's fighters, how many friends would have died today Bob? How many more people must needlessly die? Help us, please." -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 22 Jun 2001 01:05:29 GMT Message-ID: And I think we can begin. Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Crayz9000 Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 6/21/01 11:13 PM Before he rembered his life-jacket on 22 Jun 2001 01:05:29 GMT, Phong Nguyen found "[STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001." while drowning in alt.startrek.vs.starwars: >And I think we can begin. > >Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond >until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and >ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. [SCEF Shipyard Gamma-3] "So how's the progress coming on those old Interdictors?" the shipyard's administrator asked another executive. "Well, we've just begun removing the gravity well generators. They'll be transferred to a few Dreadnought-II's we've been refitting. AR&D should have the special packages ready for installation in a week or two." "Ah." The admininstrator nodded. AR&D was the Advanced Research and Design division of Quaynar Industries. They'd been the ones who had perfected the MRG in its various incarnations. Not a terribly easy task, especially considering the complications of pulsing the coils in the proper intervals, as well as designing the specialized ammunitions loading mechanism. "Could you refresh my memory on the details of the package?" he finally asked. "Sure," the younger supervisor acknowledged. "Remember those troll BB hulks we salvaged a couple of years ago?" "Yeah, I know the vague details. What about them?" "Well, remember how the Troll Empire stole the C-II designs and duplicated one?" "Yeah..." He grumbled. "You don't need to give me a history course, you know." "OK, so what AR&D's done is they've been looking at what the Trolls did in modifying the C-II plans, and judging the effects..." His voice trailed off, remembering the results he'd seen. "Not terribly pretty, but I think they've fixed most of the problems." The administrator straightened up. "I hope you know that if anything goes wrong here, I'm bound to report to the High Command. This is a military facility, after all." "Don't worry, Sir." The supervisor briefly grinned, saluting even though Quaynar Industries was technically a corporation. "I think they've pretty much got things contained." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 21:20:24 -0500 Message-ID: <9gu9p7$b4oie$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Phong Nguyen wrote in message news:Xns90C7D6A9779D6phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > And I think we can begin. > > Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond > until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and > ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. Sanchez sat behind his replaced desk. The original sat forlornly in a corner, dozens of holes burned through the wood surfacing. Sanchez toyed with an Etch-a-Sketch, then tossed it to a corner of his work surface. The yards were working over time to quickly produce the orders from the CIN and O'Farrel, as well as being cleared for the anticipated Boyd purchases. There was nothing to do for the moment, but to wait. He decided to put on some light music. He hummed along quietly. "...ain't no sound, but the sound of his feet, machineguns ready to go..." It was a good opportunity to make money for the company, but that possibility seemed to have lost its luster. Simple profit had become boring, now that enough money to buy and sell thousands of star systems had passed through his hands. His personal fortune was the greatest of any private individual in the universe. The idea of getting cash had become somehow boring. "...hey, gonna get you too, another one bites the dust..." He would have to find something totally different to occupy his attention. But for the moment, stay the course. "...another one bites the dust..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 06:00:53 GMT [Earth] Kynes awoke from his daily rest, feeling refreshed, but very, very nervous. Today was the day. In a way, he felt like a nervous parent, sending his children off to school for the very first day. What would happen to them? What would *become* of them? The final stage in the process started by himself and Lord Graeme long ago was about to take its first steps into a dazzlingly bright Universe. He sighed, and looked in the mirror. Splashing a bit of water onto his face from the stone basin, he looked again. Grey-haired. Ancient. What business did he have asking his brothers and sisters to step into this world? The answer came, perhaps from his thoughts, perhaps from Planet: Because you alone cannot protect life anymore. On the tiny, very distant world of Althea, a young woman bathed in a stream. She had long, red hair, which remained a vivid red even when wet from the stream. Her skin mimicked that of her ancestors: freckled and fair. She was young and would be forever so, for she would always capture the youth Althea had at this moment. Althea was a very small world, much smaller than its older brother Earth. However, it harbored nearly every variety of Earth-born life. From the moss which coated the bottom of the stream that the young woman Alia bathed in, to the great trees which offered her shade, all of it was Earth-born and thrived in this oxygen- and nitrogen-rich atmosphere. Alia looked into the heavens. It was time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 22 Jun 2001 11:06:11 GMT Message-ID: Phong Nguyen wrote in news:Xns90C7D6A9779D6phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4: > And I think we can begin. > > Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to > respond until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled > up and ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. > It had been far, far too quiet in the Galaxies. In the past week, mighty fleets had been playing dangerous games of Chicken, daring to other to engage. Diplomats hurled invective at one another. And out of nowhere, several new powers arrived, and began their own preparations for war. And then, nothing. Military traffic on the Confederation's enormous early-warning system fell to near-zero. Not a cloaked ship on reconassance, nothing. And that could only mean one thing. War was coming. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars References: Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <0HHY6.6652$V5.14366@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 13:25:16 GMT Chris was sleeping. Which was a good thing. Even better was the fact that a rather cute female of the same species was in the bed. But that was mostly irrelevent. Mostly. The _Tripetz_ was in medium orbit of the capital planet of the O'Farrell Hemonongey in the Milky way. A mere two dozen star systems spanning the boarder of the Boyd colletive, it seved as soverign space for the Republic within the Milky way. She was loading and unloading some supplys, her support craft had been drilling for the last few weeks and the command battlegroup were as trained and ready as they would ever be. Outside their space, fifty of the sixty remaining Hemonengy _Eagle_ class AWACS were carefuly scanning space for tens of thousands of light years. Over the last 24 hours, a trend had become clear. Chris had thought for a second about demoting the General who had woken him, but chastised himself for it knowing that it would be importaint. He had quickly dressed in his 'dress down' uniform and took the the private turbolift the ten decks up to the command center. Deep in the massive ship, C&C was an impresive bit of work. It was three storyies high with the flag deck at the top, then the major systems then the numerous secondery and minor systems down the bottom and far away. Lining the curved walls were a number of high fidelity holoscreens that were under the control of certain sections on the 'floor'. Above all that and level with the flag deck was a large holoscreen showing whatever was wanted. As Chris walked onto the bridge returning the salutes of the marines who snapped to attention, he noticed it was the galaxy itself put up. He imediatly was met by a gaggle of high ranking officers who in no uncertain terms told him the galaxy had just become a more dangerous place. Fleets from the Collective, Both Imperium's, Confederation, CORE and others were moving. The data relayed via Tachyonic link to the C&C center and shown on the diagram made everything clear. Chris for some reason felt cold. War was near. "I want every ship as of this moment to maintain condition two alert. All leaves are cancled, and I want a full breifing in 30 mins in the wardroom". Chris assigned tasks and rapidly the personal around him started moving. On the main floor, more staff started to arrive from turbolifts and activity started to increase. Walking to his command chair overlooking the activity, he activated his personal holotank, cutting off the growing noise and leaving him staring at the galaxy, spinning before him. "This is not going to be pretty" he muttered to himself. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Enigma" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars References: Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 15:17:44 GMT "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns90C7D6A9779D6phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > And I think we can begin. > > Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond > until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and > ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. (In InterDim Space. Onboard the Psychonian flagship the _Wraith's Revenge_) "What's the fleet's status captain?" asked ET Enigma to the captain of the _Wraith's Revenge_. "They are all ready and are in position. Each captain knows there orders." the Captain replied. "Good. Now we wait. I'll be in my office." ET Enigma sighed at the thought of another war but it was forseen and therefore inevitable. He had wished for the use of his battlestars, knowing that he could put an end to it quickly but the Emporer deemed it necessary not to bring them into the fight. He got up from his command chair and hovered to his office. "What's up with him?" asked a lieutenant to another. "If you've been around as long as he has, seen and done as many as him then you'll understand." the other lieutenant. Both them shrugged their shoulders and got back to work. (ET Enigma's office) He sat back on his chair and summoned Oom (TM). With a mental command to Oom, holoimages of his entire fleet were projected to him. He studied them for a bit but couldn't concentrateon it much. But something in his mind reminded him of something he had long forgotten. When you're a technomancer, death and destruction is second nature to you. For the first time in countless years, ET Enigma laughed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 22 Jun 2001 16:13:47 GMT Message-ID: "Chris O'Farrell" wrote in news:0HHY6.6652$V5.14366@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au: > "This is not going to be pretty" he muttered to himself. > Fleets suddenly began moving out of their hiding places. Sky Watch One, the primary command center of the Confederation's sensor grid, began recieving data at an astonishing rate. All but a small fraction of the early warning system had been placed into passive mode, and they listened for the tell-tale signs of enemy ships. Then, movement in the Ether. Every platform began lighting up, activating powerful systems and looking outwards. A moment passed, and then the main screen flooded with color, symbols and lines tracking fleets. Vast fleets approaching borders, ready to invade. But disturbingly, no-one was yet headed for Nemesis. This was the perfect opportunity to launch an attack, to punch through her defenses and lunge for her heart. The interdiction field would not block ships from transiting at below lightspeed, and a force of sufficient size could pound their way through regardless of the interdiction field ... "Raid Warning! Tracking multiple inbounds approaching Confed space ..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 18:36:25 GMT [Althea] Across a gigantic, sweeping plain, Alia danced. In her hands was a light and powerful sword; as she twisted and turned, the blade turned with her, dancing along the fronds of the field as she danced along its rich soil. Clad in a green robe, her bare feet and powerful thighs moved her as if she weighed no more than a feather. She was fast. Amazingly so. As Kynes mimicked Earth's age and maturity, Alia mimicked Althea's youth, beauty, grace, and sheer speed. Althea had vigor where Earth had perseverance, and thus, so too did Alia have heart where Kynes had soul. This dance was not merely for pleasure, although it did give her that. This dance was training. [Earth] "Welcome, Mr. Healey." The banker shook Healey's hand and escorted him inside. It was drizzling outside -- it was London outside -- and the building was a welcome respite from the rain. Healey hung up his raincoat and brushed his hair away from his face. "Right this way." He followed the well-dressed banker down a hallway and into a medium-sized office, which smelled too good to be natural. They sat down on opposite sides of a desk and the banker removed a small box. "Mr. Kynes instructed that this be given to you upon your arrival. He said you would have something for him, as well." Healey removed from the folds of his attache case a sheet of paper, with the transceiver codes for the modified Boyd nanoprobes detailed on them. He handed it to the banker, who placed it inside the folds of his jacket and promptly stood up. They shook hands. "It's been a pleasure dealing with you, sir. Please remember our bank for any future needs you may have." Healey just made a grunting sound and left. Pleasantries were extra. [Chambers] "What do you make of it, Kyle?" "Kynes, where the hell did you get this?" asked the Star Marshall. "Apparently, the Boyd are far less adept at diplomacy than they think. Will it be useful to you?" "Are you kidding? Kynes, with the information we've gathered from the Boyd networks already, it should be possible to completely nullify their fighter shielding." "This will be an advantage to you?" In the mist, Kyle's image grinned. "Decisively so." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "WeeMadAndo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 04:48:44 +1000 Message-ID: <9h03rp$bbe3b$1@ID-21694.news.dfncis.de> Crayz9000 wrote in message e0n5jt0mcfem7re0o9lmg09od7qjtmh76d@4ax.com... > Sure," the younger supervisor acknowledged. "Remember those troll BB > hulks we salvaged a couple of years ago?" A jump-point opens up near the shipyard and a Whitestar flies through squawking neutral IFFs. "Hi I'm WeeMadAndo, anti-troll nutcase, did someone say troll?" The ship them leaves via the jump-point it just entered from, leaving behind a cloud of menu's for the various fast-food outlets ownded by the Jihad in its wake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "WeeMadAndo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 04:55:06 +1000 Message-ID: <9h048q$bjor8$1@ID-21694.news.dfncis.de> The Jihad fleet was hidden away far off the Hyperspace beacon, distant enough to avoid detection by any passign traffic btu also near enough to come to the assistance of the Fast-food empire if need be. WeeMadAndo reclined and looked at his desktop hologram, yes, the fleet was going well and soon the super-capital yards would be finished with their latest project. He reclined and looked out the window into the ever-changing world of hyperspace. The inter-com buzzed. "Yes" "Sir, its Phong, Commander of the Federation and supreme peacekeeper of the TGOD regime." "Yes." "He says its begun." "Excellent." WeeMadAndo stood and moved towards the door, it would be an iteresting weekend, thats for sure. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <6WNY6.487$D.18989@news.inreach.com> Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 13:29:51 -0700 Out on beyond the perimeter, the bold and desparte go, Kith Yos-Am-tai could be described as both. Sending in freighter shipments to all parties during the prewar boom, had turned ugly. Now remenats of the once proud empires of old, performed raids along side the bandits and scum. For the Kith trade was life. The latest ship ment of Radioactive fuels to Ancaris, and the shipments of Military grade ore to Deimos and The Star Kingdoms must go through, in that extent a military force had been constructed. The main force would continue mining as usual no comment yet from any of the big powers. Still war was comming, and those who wish for peace and trade must always prepare for war. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 21:10:11 GMT "Kyle" wrote in message news:3B3229B7.50ED657D@Netzero.net... > > Construction of the Hoth Naval Outpost will begin immediately. From: CNO New Republic Fleet To: Units 3648 and 3648-D Re: Transfer Both units shall immediately be moved to the Hoth Naval Base as the New Republic caretakers and administation staf for all New Republic military personnel and equipment present on HNB. Unit 3648-D is under orders to stand down completely when verification of compliance with the MDD destruction edict has been completed. Unit 3648 shall remain on HNB for the indefinite future in order to provide transhippment and personnel support functions as well as maintenance and security of New Republic facilities on HNB. Unit 3648 shall defer to the Sixth Imperium base commander on all mattersnot covered under directive "Delta Zero 314." Restar Andrenius Wilkens Fleet Admiral, NRF END END END ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 23 Jun 2001 03:29:47 GMT Message-ID: "It has begun." Beowulf stood up from his chair, and walked to the bridge. "Open a channel to the fleet." "Yes, sir," a technician answered. "Channel open." "Comrades, it has begun. From now on we are to be ready for attacks from anyone. All ships are to be at full alert at all times. If you are fired upon, there is authorization to use any and all force neccessary to defend your ships. If you must, run away. Good luck, and good shooting. For the Imperium!" His message was heard by every person, on every ship. Shouts of "For the Imperium" echoed inside the ships. Fighters were loaded with weaponry and prepared for flight. VLS tubes were loaded and armed. Powered armor suits were prepped and readied. The ships slowly shut down non-critical systems to combat powering. Capacitors charged to full power. Turbolaser batteries were powered up. Outside the ships, one could see the porthole lights disappear. The fleet turned inky black. Sensors were put in passive mode. "Thank you." Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 22:59:53 -0700 "Sir, we have one of the raiders comming around." The Medical Technition mentioned Standing over the rather groteque thing that had once been a human pilot, the captain supressed a moment of revulsion. Terminal Bozon poisoning was not pretty. "So who sent you, and how did you get exposed to the troll virus." The captian questioned. The pain killers left subject highly suggestable, but they were too, far gone, purhaps they could some day find a cure for the deadly troll retrovirus. Untill then all that could be done was to quarentine, and provide enough drugs to ease their passage. "nu wap-un, S-S-S-sh, fog us"came the disjointed reply. This was bad. Someone was using troll bioweapons against the Pirates and the Raiders. The spread unchecked could have very bad consequences. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 16:29:21 +0100 Message-ID: Kynes wrote: > [Chambers] > > "What do you make of it, Kyle?" > "Kynes, where the hell did you get this?" asked the Star Marshall. > "Apparently, the Boyd are far less adept at diplomacy than they think. Will > it be useful to you?" > "Are you kidding? Kynes, with the information we've gathered from the Boyd > networks already, it should be possible to completely nullify their fighter > shielding." > "This will be an advantage to you?" > In the mist, Kyle's image grinned. > "Decisively so." [Stalingrad Military HQ] The Field Marshall's office was sparse by anyone's standards. There was no ned to impress other members of the Collective was his power - his position was accepted as the natural order of things. The Ambassadors' on the other hand would have rivalled an Emperor's throne room. "The meeting went well?" "Completely according to plan. As you know, Mr Healey is a trader in information. We detected his nanoprobe intrusion into the data network shortly after his departure. A standard medical scan revealed their presence on my body and a simple computer diagnostic, using our own nanobots, precisely located them. We've been feeding them data ever since. There is some genuine information there - a handful of non-essential convoy movements, technical data on our infantry rail cannons, merchant IFF codes, but the juicy stuff - shields frequencies, warship IFFs - they're all faked. It should be interesting to see who Mr Healey's been selling to. Of course, if it's to our good friend Mr Nguyen, he'll see straight through it - he's quite aware that there's no way to nullify our shields without knocking them out first. But I doubt it's him. Our technology exchange is too lucrative an opportunity for him to spoil." "The Triumverate then?" "Most likely. The Sixth Imperium is wealthy enough to pay him." BFM-16 nodded sagely and stood. "Thank you for your time, ambassador." "Any time, sir." [Boydingrad orbit] At numerous locations, Viper regiments formed up with their SAWACS eyes and ears, before heading to their alloted patrol zones. The Sixth Imperium deadline was close and the invasion must begin soon. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 16:37:53 GMT "Jonathan Boyd" wrote in message news:B75A7425.F5C5%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk... > "The Triumverate then?" > > "Most likely. The Sixth Imperium is wealthy enough to pay him." [Somewhere in Sixth Imperium Space] "Hand me a soda," said one of the engineers. Clickity-click click... click. That was the only other sound audible in the large room, filled with network engineers, weapons specialists, and others. For days, they'd been working overtime, siphoning data from the Boyd networks. There had been two surprises so far. The first was how primitive the networks were. The Boyd had apparently been designed many centuries ago and had yet to undergo any improvements or advancements since that time. That, or they were well behind the curve to begin with. The engineers found themselves applying ancient principles they hadn't used since their education. The second surprise was that all of the real nanoprobes had yet to be detected. Healey's prices were high, but for that, he delivered. Mixed in with the true nanoprobes were several milligrams of decoys, designed to be detected and removed immediately... which they had. As was also expected, obviously false data was being fed to them, which went wholly ignored by the specialists. The deception would have been easy to spot anyway: even decrepit networks like the Boyd's worked on a pull, rather than push, methodology. You could no more "feed" false data to a network than you could "feed" someone a "false rope" in a tug-of-war. So they continued to mine data from the Boyd networks, unfettered and genuine. They even heard the conversation between BFM-16 and the others, which was duly stored, tagged, and processed. It was clear that the Boyd had no idea their information was public knowledge. "Show me," said the Star Marshall. Two of the weapon designers signaled to the one across the room, who activated what looked like a small windowframe. It was fitted with a Boyd fighter's shield generator which had been obtained from wreckage. As he activated it, a slight hum filled the room. "OK, obviously, shields up, our weapons aren't effective," said the first designer, who tossed an apple into the windowframe to demonstrate. The shield flashed, the apple sizzled and bounced backwards, producing a pleasant smell. "Go on," said Knopf, who understood how shields worked quite well, thanks anyway. "Well, the Boyd shields are interesting. Though the false data they've been handing out would suggest otherwise, they rely on a different shielding mechanism than virtually anyone we've ever met. Virtually." Knopf smiled. "A solution to our problem exists already." "Indeed, sir. Observe." From his pocket, the designer removed a small device: a sphere, half-covered by a metal backing, but transparent on the other side. Inside, there were two small bulbs. The designer pointed the open end at the windowsill and pressed a small activator button. The bulbs flashed briefly and then went dark. Knopf raised an eyebrow. That's it? The weapons designer removed a new apple from his jacket and tossed it at the windowsill again. This time, with no resistance, the apple sailed through the frame and hit the other wall, producing no smell but a very satisfying thump. Knopf nodded his head. "Good work. How quickly can these be fitted to our ships?" "To our fighters? Very quickly. It's still unknown if these devices can be scaled up enough to work on capital ships, but our capital ships can be mounted with generators enough to scatter the shields of an entire wing of fighters with one burst." Knopf nodded again. "Do it." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 19:49:08 +0100 "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns90C7D6A9779D6phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > And I think we can begin. > > Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond > until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and > ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. OOC. As I've been busy I'll cover my recce stuff in this post, so it'll be long. The Taelon stuff will follow shortly. With a cracking of his spine and joints Rob stretched in his seat onboard Lannie. With the lights out and the systems running in Powered down mode he had gone without a proper shower for the last 2 weeks, just giving himself a rub down with a damp cloth every day. The analysis programmes were running overtime on the systems he had already visited, the signals and other passively gathered intel on over 6 different fleets and their associated groups. He wondered how Bob was geting on with his Intel ops, the guy was good and doubtless the general info service he provided would do for the massive corporations out there, but Rob was providing an indepth brief for a military that depended on intel to give it an edge. The light of the gas giant he orbited shone weakly through the non-glint cockpit window, giving the interior a strange orange tinge, it just looked so peaceful out there, Of course it was anything but, the ESM systems were gathering a virtual hailstorm of signals from this latest group. They were conducting excercises of some kind apparently though he had noticed that the signals from one vessel put it *very* closeby - maybe within about 300,000 km, though on the otherside of the planet. As such he was ready to move Lannie fast if he needed to. "What the ..." He leaned forwards and touched a section of the window, the sensitive systems instantly started to magnify that area and kept doing it until he removed his finger - it wasn't as good as the normal set-up but it worked well in the low-power setting and didn't use active signals to obtain the image enhancement. - The section showed 2 small fighters moving slowly through space, following a set pattern and obviously checking the orbital paths of the planet. What made Rob nervous was the fact that they were not reflecting the signals from the Vessel in Orbit, which they should have quite easily. "Hmm, nice bit of stealthing for something that size. Should I... nah, I'll wait til I leave I think." Rob grabbed his notebook and wrote a reminder to drop a remote probe on his exit from the system. Next he grabbed the index of forces the computer had been churning out for the past hour. Running a finger down the list he checked it against another list. "Signal strength.. wavelength... cycle... hmm." He turned his chair to face the shuttles interior, "Lurker! How sure are you these charts are correct?" "Of course I'm not doubting you, but you know I prefer to work from info I know the source of. These charts all came pretty much out of the blue is all." "mm? Oh just ID'ing the ship trying to cook local space with it's emissions, according to these it should be the Lexington which is a carrier, but it's signals should make those smaller ships show up by reflection and they're not! It's annoying." "Because it emans there are fighters out there that appear to have very good stealth tech, but I can't corroborate it with Lannies systems because it would give us away... the joys of covert recce." Taking a long swig from his waterbottle Rob checked the sheets with fighter sizes of the relevant fleet "Defenders fits the bill, right size anyway, says here they're droid fighters.. nothing about being stealthed though. Looks like your source didn't give you the full skinny." Putting the charts down and writing up the new info, it was a second or so before Rob noticed the signal strength vanish, not just on the Lexington, but on all the ships insystem. Looking through the traffic log he saw a burst transmission from the Main fleet immediately prior to the shutdown. "Ok looks like someone has finished with the free handouts. I think it might be time to head back home and get the breifing underway." He wondered about putting out the probe he had wanted to use on the "Defenders" but the lack of other traffic would leave the signal sticking out like a sore thumb. Definitely not a brilliant move. Making his decision the view through the window began to flicker between different vista's as Lannie moved from system to system in an instant recovering stealthed listening probes that had been left after his first visits, before finally changing to one of a small hangar, it's lights in the red, night mode. Rob powered up the shuttle systems and instantly a man in a butlers uniform appeared. "Jeeves can you tidy up these charts and things while I grab a shower?" He waved a hand towards the piles of PADD's, paper and charts that liitered the floor in the cockpit, "Oh and there's more in the main section on the table." "Certainly sir, will you be requiring a meal before you leave?" The solid hologram of the ships AI enquired. "Um.. yeah go on then, I'll have a steak sandwich with chips and a pitcher of freezing Orange juice. Cheers mucker." Rob then headed into the rear of the shuttle for his shower. As Jeeves started to tidy up he heard an expletive followed by running footsteps - Rob came charging back into the Main section of the shuttle. "LURKER! Why the fuck do I have 4 crates of Banana's in my shower?!" "I know I haven't been using it lately but that isn't the point is it? There should not be *any* crates of anything in my shower! Where did they come from and why?" "I don't need to know? What the fuck do you mean by that?" "It's *my* ship numbnuts! I like to know why mysterious crates are present in my shower!" "OI, come back here. Don't you dare just disapp.... Bastard!" "Am I to understand Mr Lurker has left sir?" Jeeves moved towards the shower area, "I shall move the crates for you and then attend to the meal. Oh!" "What is it Jeeves?" Rob followed the hologram. "There are no crates here sir. I must presume Mr Lurker removed them when he left." Rob sighd and let Jeeves get back to his duties. One of these days he and Lurker were going to have to talk about the rules. He didn't mind the odd behavior, but he didn't like finding surprises on his ship. He steeped into the power shower and just let the jets sooth his cramped muscles, no matter what else he did after a long mission, a long shower was vital. ----- As he sat and ate, Rob worked through all the data he had compiled to date. Putting it all into context for the breifing he would give to Wilkens and his Intel Staff. After so many years of practice he could almost see the paterns of operations forming in front of him, the words, numbers and facts all merging into a picture of events - not a nice picture. There was definitely a war brewing. He turned to the new stuff off of the stealthed probes, "Oh shit!" he read further "Fuck!" then he got to the info from the outer system probes "Trolls?? Jeeves get me a link to the flight deck please." "This is Papa Flight ops, please Identify yourself." The voice over the speeakers sounded young, and not a little confused. No doubt the ensign wasn't used to recieving unidentified calls sourced from inside his own ship. "This is Lima Alpha November 01, Can you unlock Hangar 041alpha and inform the flag bridge of my arrival please." "Lima Alpha November 01, please confirm which doors you require opening. Hangar 041alpha is an internal storage hangar. It is not open to space." There was a brief sound of talking in the background, then a new voice came on the speaker. "Sorry for the confusion Lima, doors are open. Welcome home." "Thanks Papa control, can you make sure Flag knows I'm here and on my way up." Not even waiting for the acknowledgement Rob grabbed all the materail jeeves had helpfully placed in a box, and sprinted down the opening ramp. As he reached the hangar doors he shouted over his shoulder "Jeeves, clean off the stealth foam covering from Lannie, and get a new coating ready, we may be heading out again when I get back." ----- In the Peacekeepers Flag briefing room, Wilkens sat at ease - his staff and senior officers arrayed around the table - as Rob slowly and methodically built up the picture of forces presently ongoing in the galaxy, and the one on the other side of the Nexus. It was not a reassurng picture. Between the arrival of several new forces (two of which were presently maneouvering to hit each other - and with the size of their fleets this would not be just a skirmish) and the re -emergence of the Boyd Collective, things were shaping up for a war. More disturbing was the mention of a possible troll threat encountered by the Kith-Yos-Am-Tai. He would have to inform the Triumvirate of this. "Thank you Rob, a thorough breakdown of the situation. Your sure that everyone is prepping for a war?" "Yes I am. The movements, the exercises and the fleets moving into quiet modes all across the board make it pretty easy to see whats coming." Rob watched as his friend mulled over the information to date. He had the feeling he was about to do a lot of courier work very soon, not to mention more recce in detail. OOC. That will have to do for now. More to follow though I expect CmdrWilkens will write a follow up to this. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 23 Jun 2001 19:33:49 GMT Message-ID: "Attention all ships! A small craft has been detected on the outskirts of this system. Prepare for a gate jump to the following coordinates at 1300 hours. We shall hide there. That is all." Half an hour later, the fleet diappeared. In a system not far from there, in the middle of it's asteroid belt, the fleet reappeared. Shuttles started attaching small stray asteroids to the ouside of the ships. Hours later, it was done, and the ships looked just like the asteroids in the rest of the belt. Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 23 Jun 2001 19:48:12 GMT Message-ID: "Kynes" wrote in news:BB3Z6.349343$oc7.39510955@news2.rdc2.tx.home.com: > "Jonathan Boyd" wrote in message > news:B75A7425.F5C5%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk... > >> "The Triumverate then?" >> >> "Most likely. The Sixth Imperium is wealthy enough to pay him." > > So they continued to mine data from the Boyd networks, unfettered > and > genuine. They even heard the conversation between BFM-16 and the > others, which was duly stored, tagged, and processed. It was clear that > the Boyd had no idea their information was public knowledge. > > scaled up enough to work on capital ships, but our capital ships can be > mounted with generators enough to scatter the shields of an entire wing > of fighters with one burst." > Knopf nodded again. "Do it." > "They don't suspect a thing, do they?" noted a senior intelligence analyst. "No sir. The've been sending data to the Sixth Imperium, similar to the stuff we've been recieving, but we can't tell heads from tails. It's likely they've been sending misinformation with the datastream, but only time will tell," responded the tech. "But our probe managed to crosslink into the Imperium's stream, and they've been downloading shield information." "As a result, we've discovered something with their shield technology. It's possible to temporarily burn out hypershield generators using a modified Andermani-Sholtz tranciever. The burst simply causes a positive feedback reaction on the shield projector, forcing a shutdown. The system would be rather large and bulky, however - we've drafted some preliminary schematics. We'd need at least a heavy bomber to mount it on, perhaps even a gunboat. Luckily, our modification of the hypershield is inherently immune to this effect, as it is partially magic-based. The reality warp suffices to protect the generators and projects. " "So about our datastream...we can't figure out if anything is legitimate information?" the spook asked. "Not a chance in hell. For all we know, we've completely penetrated security. Or are being spoon-fed junk." replied the tech. "Since we already have the hypershield, it was a matter of verifying the Imperium's guess ourselves. Otherwise..." "Understood." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <4F6Z6.9097$mK4.916874@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com> Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 21:03:05 +0100 "Beowulf" wrote in message news:Xns90C979253TIEbeowulf@130.133.1.4... > "Attention all ships! A small craft has been detected on the outskirts of > this system. Prepare for a gate jump to the following coordinates at 1300 > hours. We shall hide there. That is all." > > Half an hour later, the fleet diappeared. In a system not far from there, > in the middle of it's asteroid belt, the fleet reappeared. Shuttles started > attaching small stray asteroids to the ouside of the ships. Hours later, it > was done, and the ships looked just like the asteroids in the rest of the > belt. The stealthed listening probe also detected the entrance of the small craft. Being a simple recorder it could not comment on the blundering stupidity of the newcomers entrance, nor the fleets reaction. It continued to monitor the sluggish movements of the small crafts flight, picking up on the ravings that occasionally flooded the local comms net and it's attack on a equally small floating rock (destroying the 3m lump of stone with a disproportionately large burst from it's beam weapon). As the ship left the system the probe also picked up large Bozon levels from the craft. OOC you had as much chance of spotting Lannie as I have of getting employed by NASA. It had a stealth coating, was powered down, made no emissions and it travels by my moving it with my mind (no drive signature). Admittedly you couldn't know the last bit as Dalton has not updated the FUQ with the character info on it *HINT, HINT Dalton*, but the rest was in the post. I wouldn't be a very good recce agent of reknown if I was that easy to spot. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B34F994.F578222E@home.com> From: Strowbridge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 20:21:02 GMT Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > Kynes wrote: "Squeak." Brother Alpha hadn't left the Scrying Dish for nearly a week. Which meant he hadn't bathed for that time either. All he did was search through the hazy images and make notes. He was particularly interested in the one-upmanship between Kynes and Boyd. "Ha. Naive fools. Technology is too easily deceived. To learn the real truth one must use magic. Isn't that right. Alfred?" "Squeak." "How the hell would I know?" He said while trying not to breathe, "You're the 'expert' in these things. I just gamble and look good." "Squeak." "I AM THE MASTER OF INTELLIGENCE GATHERING! MWU HA HA!" "I guess if you have none of your own you learn to take others." "Squeak." "So," Alfred continued, "Learn anything useful?" "Well, not yet. I haven't had a chance go through all the data. But as Tulzscha as my witness I will find a weakness." "Squeak." "And as this bottle of Lum as my witness I will be drunk by then." Brother Alpha ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 22:51:23 +0100 "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns90C7D6A9779D6phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > And I think we can begin. > > Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond > until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and > ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. The commonality was disturbed, the recent events had shaken the Taelons deeply. The loss of the Shipyards, the destruction of a research compound (the fact the attackers constantly claimed it was a military base just made the attack even worse, the implication being the scientists had died due to faulty intel on the other side), the attack on the embassy on Earth. All these were troubling, but on top of this a Taelon had been erased from the Commonality (a harrowing thing to feel as it happened, the lifeforce being ripped screaming form it's link to the others) and the kidnapping and subsequent desertion of the Companion protector Col. Transcend was also troubling. In light of these matters the decision was made that the Companions already in this universe would adopt a new policy : Stealth. Firstly they made a public announcement to the forces in this universe that they were leaving and made a great show of the vessels leaving through the connection between the universes (a subtle warping of the surrounding area making it appear as if the point was now permanently closed). Of course in all the fuss of ships in the area, the 4 destroyers had mamged to arrive from the other side and engage their ID drives. Following a haphazard course these ships made their way slowly but surely to their destination, sometimes only 2 would jump whilst the other 2 stood silent watch, sometimes multiple jumps were made with such speed that the crews themselves weren't sure where they were going. After 2 days of continuous breaking trail and ensuring they were not being followed they reached their new home, moving into orbit they fired off a probe each that immediately jumped out and continued a wild series of jumps to lead away anyone who had managed to follow them this far (the probes were destined to jump into a star as their last move). The destroyers slipped silently into the natural debris that orbited the world and moved slowly upto, docking with the remains of the Taelon baseship of this universe. On Earth the handing over of the embassy to the terrans was televised and braodcast to all interested parties. Da'or made a speech about how the Taelons wished the best for their "spiritual children" and that it hoped the Governments of the Universe would work with the Terrans to make a better tomorrow for all. It then boarded it's shuttle and the ship raised slowly into the air, before it's ID drive activated. The new Terran commander then proceeded to show the reporters around the Embassy showing off the technology that would be made available to Earth and the other governments in trade. Finally he came to the security control room, here with great ceremony he activated the destruct for the Antartic Forge Cannon. On the monitors (and from helicopters orbiting the site) the world was able to watch as the mighty weapons enclosure slowly changed colour, becoming decayed in a matter of seconds before collapsing in on itself. After a mere minute the enclosure was nothing but dust upon the snows. After the reporters had witnessed this, the Terran Commander led them through to the main atrium, there he made the announcement that from this moment on, the Terran component of the TTA was to be known as the Terra Protector Alliance. He hoped that more governments and individuals would join them in ensuring a bright future for Earth. Under the Embassy, Ta'on watched the repeat feeds from the security systems. It and 3 others had volunteered to man the Earth station with 30 Bio-Surrogates. The underground chamber was proofed against scans and appeared on no blueprint of the building, the entrance was sealed closed by the building itself (the advantage of structures that are grown). With a supply of Core Energy and repeat feeds from the building above, they were there to observe Earth and those that did business with it, storing the info until it was needed in the future... if they had a future. Almost unconsciously it stroked the control panel for their "surprise", an unfortunate necessity incase of discovery. 4 days later Da'or stood upon the bridge of the Baseship. As far as the universe at large was concerned the Taelons were no more, and in truth this was how it had almost been. The damage to the baseship was extensive, the repairs should have been done in a matter of hours. However the trauma of the attack and the need to collect new matter to feed the regrowth were factors in the slowness of the rebuild. The biggest was the fact that the base was damaged at the cellular level. The sheer amounts of free energy that had been used in the assault against it had radiated through its structure, and this worried the Taelon scientists. The matrix was supposedly impervious to hard radiation, it lived in space and took more X-rays in a minute than the average laser could pump out in a day. Yet whatever weapons had been used the excess energy had flooded the base, systems were failing irregularly, rooms were producing malformed growths and the new sections were appearing in spurts (some had been removed so a new attempt could be made after structures were found to be brittle and not of uniform density). The most optomistic estimate for the base returning to even normal operations was 2 months! A time scale almost unheardof in Taelon society, nothing should take this long. The 4 destroyers had each brought new genetic material for the base and fresh supplies of Core Energy, but there was only so much that could be done safely... and more importantly, stealthily. The new shipyards would be another 2 months away from completion, by which time the Commonality would have decided on the next move. OOC. Yes they are here to stay, but this is to set them up for a reintroduction to TGOD/STGOD continuity. They should not have a direct impact on the main story. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 00:08:32 +0100 Message-ID: Kynes wrote: > > Knopf nodded his head. > "Good work. How quickly can these be fitted to our ships?" > "To our fighters? Very quickly. It's still unknown if these devices can be > scaled up enough to work on capital ships, but our capital ships can be > mounted with generators enough to scatter the shields of an entire wing of > fighters with one burst." > Knopf nodded again. "Do it." [Boydingrad] "Interesting. This is turning out to be a lot more profitable than I thought." The nanoprobes, which had all been finally ferreted out by a Boyd Knight, had been implanted with a computer virus. The Boyd had total control over the information being sent out now. Not only that, but they could siphon limited information off the Imperium networks. They didn't entirely trust the connection however - the Imperium could discover the virus at any moment and turn it to their advantage. Spying was a tricky game. "The shield flaw is simple enough to rectify. All Boydingrad systems have ben updated and the rest of the Collective is refitting now. I recommend we sell the upgrade to the Confederation as soon as possible. We could use their input on getting improvements." "Agreed. And I think we should shut down our computer nets now." The Boydingrad comms network was one of the oldest in the Collective. Oddly, it had never been updated. The system as so large that it would have been quite time consuming in the past. Fortunately, technology had progressed significantly in recent years and replicators could simply transform the existing system, in place. It would take a couple of hours, during which time they would have to rely on the Collective mind and starship communication facilities. The planet itself would be largely out of contact. "send a destroyer down to the surface to act as a comm relay station until the networks are updated and double the patrols. We'll be vulnerable for a while. I don't want anyone taking advantage of that." It was fortunate, BFM-16 thought, that none of the shielding or weaponry systems would be affected by this. "Oh and have the nanoprobes destroyed by our Knights." Of all his orders, this was the first to be obeyed, the Knights feeling his thoughts through the force. The Imperium would know their intelligence was being cut off, but better that than risk having it continue without the Collective's knowledge. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Kynes" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 00:11:03 GMT "Jonathan Boyd" wrote in message news:B75AE000.F64F%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk... > > Of all his orders, this was the first to be obeyed, the Knights feeling his > thoughts through the force. The Imperium would know their intelligence was > being cut off, but better that than risk having it continue without the > Collective's knowledge. [Sixth Imperium DataCenter Tango] The computers hummed and whirred, and several entries were written to the log files: a few of the decoy nanoprobes had been destroyed. The computer virus the Boyd had attempted to transmit had been erased, being as it was incompatible with the Sixth Imperium's computer systems. The new shielding designs had been downloaded and the unresonators were already being modified and tested. Also, the logfiles noted that a section of Boydingrad's computer network had been shut down. Little matter, for the modified nanoprobes that Healey supplied, still undetected by any of the Boyd (who were now quite sure that they had got them all) allowed them direct access to the Collective itself. [A few hours later] The weapons engineer was done tinkering. It had only taken a few minutes: the Boyd innovations had been remarkably mundane, changing only a few key emitter locations and nothing else. That was the problem with collective thinking: never innovating, just shuffling existing designs around in a dronish attempt to defeat a fundamental flaw in their shielding systems. The engineer reached around and pressed a small button, which initiated the video log of the new unresonator design, which required only a software upgrade. "Beginning unresonator test, at current date and time. Operator ID, 259-122." The test shield came online. It was an exact replica, small-scale, of the shield system now protecting every Boyd fighter, capital ship, and Boydingrad. The emitter locations had been duly moved and the core voltage of one of the processors had been changed, requiring a slightly different unfrequency pulse to disable it. "Now firing test weapon." A small green burst flashed from the opposite wall and was stopped dead on the shield. "Confirm test weapon impact on shields. Now activating unreasonator pulse." From the same opposite wall, there were a few brief and very quick-paced flashes. There was no visible change in the shield, of course. "Now firing test weapon." This time, the small green bold traveled through the test frame and impacted on the opposite wall, which was somewhat scorched from dozens of weapons tests. Sitting at the control panel for the room, the weapons engineer ended the video log. Spoke for itself. The software patch would come online as soon as the retrofits of the Imperium's fighters and capital ships was complete, which would be another few hours. Standing up and stretching, the engineer went to grab a soda. [Boydingrad] At the microscopic level, the damage done to BFM-16 had been insignificant. Healey's modified nanoprobes, it must be said, were the best. They were completely indistinguishable from normal Boyd nanoprobes in every way. Which means, of course, that they were spreading. In the previous few hours, the damage had already spread from BFM-16 to the rest of Boydingrad. The modified nanoprobes were, like all Boyd nanoprobes, periodically instructed to create more of themselves to replace those which had grown old or simply to generate more. The only difference: Healey's nanoprobes lasted a little longer than the Boyd's. As a result, they weren't replaced as often. As a result, they spread like wildfire. Already, BFM-16's entire body was composed solely of the modified nanoprobes, and most of the ambassadors and senior officials were the same way. Low-level functionaries, routinely transferred to and from Boydingrad for various reasons, were en route to the Boyd homeworlds, and the infection would spread there, too. There was no doubt about it: simple mathematics dictated that the modified nanoprobes would have had to be stopped hours ago to ever be stopped at all. For better or for worse, the Collective was now public property. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 00:32:23 GMT The thing about having hte most advanced sensors in the universe was that you could pirate just about any signal you wanted. From the new Vega ultra XXX chanels to clasified military data. Of course there was the problem with decoding it, but often some things could not be encoded. As such, a Hemonogey _Eagle_ AWACS/ELINT craft patroling the colletives boarder in a small task force picked something up. It was a signal on a tight line between deep in collective space and somewhere in the Sixth Imperium. For whatever reason, it only had hte most basic encryption. After it was broken, the reason became clear. The data being beamed back from the nanoprobes was being shunted through a very precise and specific domain of subspace, near impossible to detect with conventional technology. The data being pulled down the link clearly if it was true was enough to easily comprimise the Boyds tactical defence and give the Kyle Dice and Kynes a big advantage over the weakened collective. In his ready room, the debate raged. Half of his senior officers were in favour of warning the Boyd. Half were against it. The Hemonegy had stayed neutral in the comming war until this moment. But now it was clear they had to chose a side. Doing nothing would put them on the side of the Triumverant. Alerting the Boyd to the datalink and giving the specific domain which to block and shut down the link would easily put his Empire in the camp of the Boyd. Adding to the complecations was the fact that the small bit of space he controled in the Milky way was directly between Sol and Boyd space. With a few words, Chris thanked his officers and dismised them. He had come to a decision. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <04bZ6.6979$V5.14772@news1.rivrw1.nsw.optushome.com.au> Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 01:08:12 GMT Chris set his face. "Comms, open a chanel to-" "Sir the data link is gone!" the sensor officer suddenly called out. Chris was at his station in ten seconds flat. "What happened?" "Well it appears the transmission was cut off at the source suddenly. I guess Boyd found the transmitters" the officer said, scaning the subspace domain every so carefuly for any trace of the signal and comming up empty. Chris was releaved. He could put chosing sides off for a little longer... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 22:24:56 -0700 Traveling Cloaked the Three ships were under employ to scout out new resources, however their Agressive, carnivorous occupants were not ones for quiet hours. still, there were always ways of releasing tensions. With no one yet threatening them, the Fenari Crews of the Birds of Prey scouts had taken to 'Wargames' to occupy their time. Presently the ships were 'Stalking' a friendly freighter convoy bound to make a delivery of fuel products to Ancaris. The addition of Hyperdrives, to their Klingon warships had worked well, and one of the warships had removed it's primary disruptor array, in exchange for a more advanced sensor package. Gathering intel, they prepared and moved themselves in position to perform a suprise 'attack', the attack would never come of course, it was the pursuit, and the challenge that mattered to them anyways. Still there were more destructive means of passing the time..... Scout Ship log, Bird of Prey: Garm, examining a small neubula for possible minable resources. The Cloaking device had started to act up, upon entering the neubula, full sessation of cloak and Hyperdrive systems occured some 3 hours into our opservation scan, proceeding to checkout energy readings in this sector. Captain Lancer keyed the message probe and fired it out the main Photon Torpedo tube. It would activate it's hyperdrive and relay the information back to Kith central command, a repair ship, should be by in a few days, still there were fights between the lesserwarriors for position. As a ships captain, Lancer was entitaled to a name, and considered to be an Alpha within the ship's heirachy, The Cheif Medical officer was the Alpha Female of the Ship, and the main officer's were considered Betas. This left a lot of very aggressive energy floating around the ship. "Energy Signature is Identified, it's definatly a ship!" Replied the young sensor tech. "Give me Specifics on the alien now!" Lancer Barked admiring the bitch's form. "Yes, sir, IT's a KZINTI!" she growled. Good, Lancer thought, The Fenari and the Kzinti never have gotten along, it was like a fued older then either race, yet the two predators would square off damaged or not. Besides it would take the 'cubs' minds off their boredom. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 12:19:46 +0100 "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:ez5Z6.8707$mK4.875129@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com... Snip > > "Yes I am. The movements, the exercises and the fleets moving into > quiet modes all across the board make it pretty easy to see whats coming." > Rob watched as his friend mulled over the information to date. He had the > feeling he was about to do a lot of courier work very soon, not to mention > more recce in detail. > A tired Rob made his way back to the Hangar that housed Lannie. As he walked in the door, he saw that the Stealth foam covering was gone, and a tank with a spray applicator sat ready to one side. The null foam was a nice addition to the Stealth capabilities that Lannie already incorporated and when on a recce job Rob was definitely a "belt and braces" person - infact Belt, braces, Elasticated waistband, piece of string and pinning the trousers in place would be a more accurate description.- the extra safety of having a secondary coating that added to the RAM/RAS protection and worked against a whole host of additional sensor systems as well as the micro-granulated surface preventing a visual sighting from being easily made, all increased the peace of mind you needed to operate for an extended period in secrecy. Having said that, the attempts to get close to the Hegemony had been a wake-up call. Their sensors were something else, even after appearing inside the gravity well of a planet and not emitting any radiation, Rob was astounded by the return strength of the sensors in use. Though he was sure his incursion had gone unnoticed he had immediately moved much further out and conducted his recce at a stupidly long distance. This had led to a degraded intel gathering (Nowhere near good enough to build a 99% accurate picture of force dispositions, hell not even a 80% accurate picture!), but he simply could not risk detection, plus Bob had compiled some backup info through his own methods that corroborated some info and filled in the blanks on some of the rest. Rob was definitely going to have to get some upgrades and conduct a proper probe of the Hegemony to get a clearer assessment of their systems. Unfortunately with a war brewing, now was not the best time to do so. Something else for the to-do list. The young Marine corporal followed him into the shuttle, looking around at the strictly non-spec interior. "Excuse me sir, where are the personal items I was asked to collect?" "Hmm? Oh right, I'll start putting them together, and it's Rob not Sir. I work for a living." Rob said, looking around and clearly distracted. The traditional reply raised a smile in the Marine as he walked over to the table in the corner, and promptly fell on his arse. "What the fuck! Si.. Rob, what is this?" He held up a squashed brown and yellow fruit. "I knew I could smell Banana's! LURKER! Get in here." Rob moved over to the Corporal and helped him up, taking the Banana from him in the process. The Marine stood and tried to wipe the mush off his sole, jumping visibly when Jeeves materialised and handed him a cloth. "LURKER! Where are you?" Rob stalked throughout the shuttle shouting. "Um, Rob. Would this be Lurker?" The Marine pointed to Jeeves, who sniffed distainfully at the suggestion. "No that's Jeeves, he runs the shuttle. Lurker is the bastard whose been using my ship as a fruit and veg warehouse recently... Ah speak of the devil. Well? Whats the big idea with the fruit?" Rob faced the entrance to the cockpit, waving the damaged Banana in the air. Corporal Mayers looked at the empty doorway, edging round the table to look into the cockpit, and saw nothing. The Gotal tuned his horns to allow him to pick up the emotional resonances of the entire shuttle, but only picked up the human, a faint sensation from the light-construct next to him (a surprise that) and nothing else... Apparently the Human was talking to himself, ah well it took all sorts and extended Recce's could have that effect on some people. "Why am I finding fruit everywhere? What next, pineapples in the Weapons cabinet, Mango's in my bedroom?" "I am not being Melodramatic, nor am I exagerrating! I want to know what is going on. And I want no more unexplained fruit on this ship!" Rob threw the banana at the doorway, and it vanished. Mayers stared at the point the fruit had ceased to exist at, there was definitely something there then, he just could not see or sense it. He took his scanner off his belt and started to do a quick scan of the doorway, which produced nothing. This was definitely a turn up for the books. "Yes I do have a valid point! You've been acting mighty fucking weird lately, not just with the crates stuff either." Rob grabbed a bound booklet out of the box he had carried onboard. "What about these then? Books, charts, PADD's and fucking data tables! This isn't how you operate. I normally ask you a question and you answer it, not provide fucking flip charts and Appendixes. Where is all this coming from?" "No I do appreciate it I... " "Shut up you, I'm trying to answ..." "Will you just stop your bloody 'No one appreciates me' Shtick for two bastard seconds and let me answer you!" "Right then, Yes I like the new stuff, I just want to know where it's coming from. In 10 years and god only knows how many dimensions you have never done this and I would like an Answer." Rob moved back into the main compartment and sat at the table. As Mayers watched he noticed Jeeves moving around picking up items and placing them in bags. Obvoiusly it/he was used to these 'arguments'. Mayers decided to follow the construct and maybe get some answers. "Um, Jeeves isn't it?" "Yes Sir, And I know - you work for a living, most droll." Jeeves began to pack a holdall with a few items from the bedroom. "Do you require some assistance in any matter Sir?" "Well yes, Who's Lurker?" Mayers picked up one of the already packed bags, full of paperwork by the looks of it. "Mr Lurker is a visitor to this, and other Universes. He is... a spectator." Jeeves zipped up the holdall and moved into the Med Area. "Oh, so he's from another Universe then." "No Sir, he *is* another universe. Could you pass me that container please Sir?" Mayers stood in the doorway, his mind trying to understand what he had just been told. "I'm sorry I thought for a second, that you said .. " "Another Universe? Yes Sir I did. Could you please pass me the Container?" Jeeves moved past the Marine and picked up the container himself. "Is there a problem Sir?" "He's a Universe? How.. Why... I.." Mayers stammered as he thought of what this meant. "Very well said Sir, doubtless you are the shining cornerstone of diction in your unit. However I beleive the correct pronoun would be IT in this case." Jeeves moved back to the main compartment. "So, what does he look like?" Mayers managed to ask, as he trailed behind the Hologram. "I have no idea Sir. Only Master Wilson has ever seen him to my knowledge." He stoped and turned to Mayers, "Perhaps you should ask him Sir." "Yeah, Ok. Thanks, I think." Mayers walked into the main compartment to find Rob waiting on the ramp. "Got everything mate?" Rob asked, waving Mayers over. "I think so, Jeeves did the packing." "Did the sanctimonious stuck-up toff give you any trouble?" The smile on Robs face was mirrored by the put upon expression on Jeeves'. "I merely pointed out the stunning use of Diction and erudition displayed by this fine example of the Marine Corps, Sir." "I bet, just tell him to fuck off next time Cor'al" Rob turned and walked down the ramp, carrying a couple of boxes. Mayers followed and wondered what he had missed in the conversation between his temporary charge and the mysterious Lurker. As they reached the door he was about to remind Rob to close up his shuttle, when he felt a change behind him. Turning he saw an empty Hangar except for a tank and sprayer. "Don't worry, it's somewhere safe. So where am I bunking until His Nibs gives me my mission profile." Rob waited for the marine to lead on. He knew Wilkens would have him moving within a couple of hours, probably as a high-speed courier but he wanted to go through all the info to date. ------ A Space station deep in the interstellar void, inside the air carried the heady aroma of information. The walls lined with books, computer terminals and the occasional papyrus scroll. Deep inside the central area a small desk lamp illuminated a pen as it covered a new sheet of paper with knowledge, this knowledge was of a universe unknown to others here. The pen apparently suspended in thin air actually could be seen to end just before it's top as if held by a prescence not of this realm. As the sole visible occupant of the room watched in quiet contemplation of the new found information, it peeled a slightly mushy banana. Being a good host he offered one to his writing guest. "Ook?" Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] Posturing Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 13:24:26 +0100 Message-ID: Pablo wrote: >>> Uh, no. That's for SW tech level, not the Boyd. It would take about twice >>> as long :) >> Only twice? > I know they are more than twice as advanced, but the growth in time-use > isn't geometric. Okay. >>> And, since you'd be tying up the entirety of our facilities, you'd have to >>> pay us reimbursement for breaking our other contracts. >> How much available production capability do you have at the moment? And do >> each of your factories produce 960 fighters/day? > We have about 500 very large yards (lots of people nude superfreighters) > open, 1,000 large ship berths open, 4,000 medium size unreserved, and about > 6,500 small vessel yards available. No fighter factories are in use. Well in that case.. To: SRDC Minister form Trade From: Boyd Collective We wish to place an order for the construction of the following vessels: Medium berths 60x Durandal CV 480x Drako BB 180x Regent CG 1620x Avenger DG 1440x Sentinel DD 120x Bushmils AOE 60x Shorts AR Small berths 480x Wolf FF 120x Tempest SDG Fighters Sufficient fighters to full the bays of every ship ordered. Use Vipers to fill the fighter slots, Griffins to fill the attack slots and Barracudas to fill the bomber slots. Payment will be made through the usual channels. > And yes, the fighters are made at 960/day. As I've said before, our small > ship production is extremely fast. Well, that wasn't really the question - what I meant was does each individual factory make 960/day, or is that the total for all the factories? >>>> What's the Collective's credit rating like? Why don't I just get you to >>>> join the Mars Pact and incorporate your industry into mine? >>> Hephaestus (Finally found the right spelling :^)). Extremely well defended, >>> if you'll remember. It is near the galactic core, in the center of a >>> heavily populated but non-aligned area of space. >> Okay. This galaxy, or G2? > Both. Which has pissed Phong off, but anyway... How come? >>> That's what most people say. > >> Could make good laundry ships, though you'd probably need a whole cruiser >> for the Lump Club's undies. > More like two of them! Sorry, I should have made that clearer - I meant one ship for each member of the club. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <_QqZ6.8016$Ga.1405165@news1.rdc1.md.home.com> Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 19:04:26 GMT > "Don't worry, it's somewhere safe. So where am I bunking until His Nibs > gives me my mission profile." Rob waited for the marine to lead on. He knew > Wilkens would have him moving within a couple of hours, probably as a > high-speed courier but he wanted to go through all the info to date. > > ------ > > A Space station deep in the interstellar void, inside the air carried the > heady aroma of information. The walls lined with books, computer terminals > and the occasional papyrus scroll. Deep inside the central area a small > desk lamp illuminated a pen as it covered a new sheet of paper with > knowledge, this knowledge was of a universe unknown to others here. The pen > apparently suspended in thin air actually could be seen to end just before > it's top as if held by a prescence not of this realm. As the sole visible > occupant of the room watched in quiet contemplation of the new found > information, it peeled a slightly mushy banana. Being a good host he > offered one to his writing guest. "Ook?" > /OOC there seems to be no good direction for things here so I'm gonna move towards livening things up. "Well Corporal," Wilkens asked casually. "How is our guest, and for Force's sake stand easy in my office, this isn't the kriffin flag bridge." "Aye, sir," Corporal Mayers was somewhat totured now, one didn't disobey a Fleet Admiral nor did one act 'casual' in their prescence. "Mr. Wilson is bedded down on the Flag Deck, about twelve sections aft of here. The mess stewards already are seeing to his needs." "Very good," Wilkens replied leading the uneasy youngster right into a little trap, just because he needed to have some fun. "So anything mysterious happen Mayers?" "Sir?" Mayers managed, trying not to look like a cuc describing invisible trans-dimensional beings. "Ummm.." "Sorry I missed that Corporal." "Sorry sir," Mayers said, still trying to figure a way to expresws his odd little conversation with Mr. Wilson. "Mr. Wilson spoke to a friend of his." Wilkens knew exactly who it was but decided to lead the youngster along a bit more. "A friend of his? What did this friend look like lad?" "Ummm, he didn't look at all sir," Mayers said trying to be truthful and not knowing that his Admiral was meerly leading him by the nose. "Really, well tell Mr. Wilson that I would like to know the next time Lurker shows up." "Sir you know?" "Dismissed son." "Aye sir." Wilkens sat back, enjoying this little game, it was the only game he could afford to enjoy even if it wasn't all that grand. His problem was profound, the New Republic's populace now felt strangely secure. The felt that the protection of the Sixth imperium now garunteed their continued existence. Wilkens knew beter. They would be a speed bump should the Mars Pact attack. Yes the asgreds and the battle fleet at Naval Station Hoth, plus his other assets, would be of great use but the New Republic was backed into enough of a small realm of space that should the pact attack his nation would be wiped from existence before the Imperium was able to mount a full scale counter. Certainly the protection and trade were more than fair compensation for surrendering the MDD but it left his nation severly crippled in the military strata. He was now a lsower and weaker power against the large denzins of the universe and even when your big brother is protecting you he can't stop every bully. Stil in a year's time the increase in trade and technology gleamed from exchange with the Imperium would enable a fifth and sixth Peacekeeper to come on line, IF the people approved. Always it was hard, defending a nation that doesn't realize it needs defending. That was hardly the least bit of bad news, the rest of the known powers were expanding outwards and even with the newfound friends with Admiral Ray's group out practicing in his own backyard to help develop tactics and work on general skills things were starting to look too tense. O'farrell's sensor patrols were more frequent, Boyd's actions were becoming slightly mroe aggravated and his newfound protectors were moving towards confrontation. Wilson's information would be valuable should war break out, and with the tension up on all sides this seemed nigh on impossible to avoid. Unfortunately this was still not the worst bit of information for Wilkens. No, that bit had come in the form of a routine patrol around the edge of Republic space. The fighter group had reported seeing capships with NR markings and squaking very similair codes BUT they weren't his, and more importantly they were still armed with the MDD. This was not in the least bit pleasent. With the Fleet disarming as fast as possible, and even with the advanced hyeprshielding, they would be no match for a new foe with the MDD's ship busting ability. The strangest part of the whole deal was that they appeared to be pure Republic-design ships, straight off the slipways at Fondor, back when the Republic held such places. This was too troublign and he needed Wilson's assistance. "Duty section," Wilkens called out as he activated his comm unit. "see if Mr. Wilson is awake and if so escort him to my officer. I have a few things to discuss with him." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <1_sZ6.7266$QM1.922858@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com> Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 22:29:40 +0100 "Cmdrwilkens" wrote in message news:_QqZ6.8016$Ga.1405165@news1.rdc1.md.home.com... Snip > > Unfortunately this was still not the worst bit of information for Wilkens. > No, that bit had come in the form of a routine patrol around the edge of > Republic space. The fighter group had reported seeing capships with NR > markings and squaking very similair codes BUT they weren't his, and more > importantly they were still armed with the MDD. This was not in the least > bit pleasent. With the Fleet disarming as fast as possible, and even with > the advanced hyeprshielding, they would be no match for a new foe with the > MDD's ship busting ability. The strangest part of the whole deal was that > they appeared to be pure Republic-design ships, straight off the slipways at > Fondor, back when the Republic held such places. This was too troublign and > he needed Wilson's assistance. > > "Duty section," Wilkens called out as he activated his comm unit. "see if > Mr. Wilson is awake and if so escort him to my officer. I have a few things > to discuss with him." The Steward showed Rob into the Flag office, the Marine guards stood smartly at attention at either side of the doorway. Stepping in he saw Wilkens stood in front of the main window, looking out across the expanse of space that surrounded the Peacekeeper. "Whats the glad news boss?" He said as the steward closed the door. Andrenius was silent for a moment, then motioned towards his desk, "Read the report on the desk. Take your time." Shrugging Rob walked over to the desk and picked up the hardcopy PADD then sat in a chair and started to read. "Oh fuck. Has this been corroborated?" He asked, running through the report a second time. "Thats why I sent for you. I need this checked with all possible speed!" Wilkens walked round to his own chair and sank into it, for a brief moment the fatigue he felt showing through, then the military man was back. Leaning forward in his seat and staring intently at Rob he gave his very specific orders. ----- The ships cruised through space, their course and speed suggesting a cautious recce of unknown territories. Rob watched them from the edge of the system they were currently residing in. The NR reports had been spot on, these vessels carried identical ID's and sensor sigs as the NR ships they resembled. He had been watching them for over an hour and had reached a definite conclusion : these were not an attempt to infiltrate the NR military, these *were* the NR military - just not of this Universe. This made his job harder not easier. If these were who he was positive they were, then he worked for them as well, but they were a serious threat to the balance of power in this universe. He would have to follow his orders in a different fashion to that he had wanted to. This would require some prep and spectacular timing. ----- The burst of light and radiation was huge, the reflection off the hulls of the vessels was almost as blinding as the thing itself. There then followed 14 seperate but identical explosions spaced throughout the formation. The fleet temporarily blind - as were the fighters on patrol. Lt Myaj'nar struggled to control her fighter, it's systems were going crazy from the massive spectrum of alternating radiation from the blasts that had appeared as if from nowhere. Her flight path became more erratic and the fighter began pulling heavily to the left, she looked out the cockpit to a shocking sight. The fighter was on the edge of a planetary atmosphere and the drag on the left wing was causing it to glow. Almost on stunned autopilot her head turned to look all around desperate for a sighting of the fleet, or to find out how she had arrived here. It took a second for her to register what she saw behind her. A patch of the starry sky was definitely blurry, and she was positive there was something there. The fighter was now out of the atmosphere and she could tell it was being steered from the outside. Whoever was out there had her in a tractor lock and had the power to hold her fighter steady. She reached for the self-destruct only to find the on-board systems had reset and the command protocols were offline. Damnit! What had they used to fry the hardened systems of an NR military grade computer system? She heard a thump behind her, and turning saw a suited figure stood on the rear of the fighter. As she watched it drew back it's fist, she scrambled to unhook her harness and draw her pistol. *SMASH* The cockpit canopy shattered and, with a thud, something hit her head. As unconsciousness claimed her, the last thought she remembered was "What the hell does he use as a Punchbag? That hurt...." ----- Rob looked at the bound female Twilek. He had lucked out, it had taken longer than he had planned to get to the fighter from Lannie and if she had thought to use the manual charge to fire the Self-destruct he would have been in trouble. As it was, she had been stressed from the events and obviously overlooked it in the quickfire events. He had spent a lot of time planting the ECM charges around the fleet (it really helped that he had an intimate knowledge of the sensors and abilities of the vessels in question.). He had then had to wait for a fighter patrol to pass close to one, made easier by his observing their patterns beforehand, then set off the dets, appear and tractor one of them. He knew the split second of use the tractor would have shown as on the sensors of the fleet, would have been completely drowned out in the background noise from the charges. Bringing the fighter to a system 6000 LY away just ensured nobody would find them. He could only wonder how Andreius would take the news he had to give him .... in all probability both of him, eventually! "God, I hope he gives me a nice easy courier mission after this, I need the rest!" "Sir is of course speaking in jest! How would you possibly endure the cruelty and horror of a normal, easy mission?" "Shut the fuck up Jeeves." Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Enigma" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 04:37:53 GMT > (ET Enigma's office) > > He sat back on his chair and summoned Oom (TM). With a mental command to Oom, holoimages of his entire fleet were projected to him. > He studied them for a bit but couldn't concentrateon it much. But something in his mind reminded him of something he had long > forgotten. When you're a technomancer, death and destruction is second nature to you. For the first time in countless years, ET > Enigma laughed. > > (Onboard the _Wraith's Revenge_) (Bridge) ET Enigma hovered over to the bridge from his office. He had a few days rest and meditation, so he was refreshed and all charged up. To the surprise to the whole crew, ET Enigma pulled back the hood over his head to reveal his face. The crew just stared at him. It was very rare for anyone outside of the Technomancer Council to see his face. His face looked normal as humans go, but there were some enhancements made to it. His short jet black hair was streaked with lots of metallic hairs. This was not cosmetic, but functional. It serves as a sensor array. One could also see faint traces of his veins and arteries as his blood was saturated with pico, femto and nanodroids. There were small implants on his temples that serve to enhance his vision and served as a universal data jack in which he sometimes uses to interact with computers personally. "S-sir! It is an honour to see your face." stuttered a lieutenant. "So? I have a face? What's so grand about it? Must one gawk at someone who rarely reveals his face? Back to your post." chastised ET Enigma. Not only did the lieutenant returned to his duties but so did the rest of the crew. They knew that the chastising of that lieutenant was also aimed at them. "What brings you to the bridge sir?" asked the captain as he tried not to stare at ET Enigma. "I felt a disturbance in the Force." "A disturbance sir? There's a war waging out there! It would be obvious that you'd feel some sort of disturbance." The captain's remark infuriated him but he decided for the moment not to do anything. "No idiot. I always tuned out such disturbance. This was different. It came from the Vicker Sector." ET Enigma hovered over to the communication panel and hooked himself to it. Immediately he was in the main computer. He reached out with his mind and in a few nanoseconds began transmission to the Sector Military HQ in the Vicker Sentor. Beginning Recording Triple terabit encryption and compression methods used To: Admiral Digital Re: Request for information Greetings Admiral. I apologize for the intrusion but I have detected a disturbance in the Force and it came from your sector. I would like to know if there was anything unusual happening in the sector. Please respond ASAP. Elder Technomancer Enigma End Recording The message was sent. But it took over an hour before the reply came. Begin message Message decompressed and decrypted To: Elder Technomancer Enigma Re: Your request for information I apologize that Admiral Digital could not send you a reply personally and I will state the reason soon. You were not the only one to feel the disturbance. Every technomancer and force-sensitive person felt it. The Council and the homeworld's HQ have all sent messages wanting to know what was going on and to tell you the truth it's not good. Three Sol class battlestar drones have gone rogue and has destroyed the main shipyard in the sector. The casualties have been numbered in the tens of billions. Not only was the Vicker shipyards destroyed but also the ships that were in it and the planet that the shipyard orbited. Five WDC battlestars were immediately dispatched to track down the rogue drones but unfortunately they too were destroyed. [a brief pause] Admiral Digital was onboard one of the battlestars that was destroyed. On top of that they have cloaked and has gone into hiding. We cannot find them at the moment. I'm sorry elder but that is all we can do at the moment. HQ at homeworld is helping out but they too cannot find them. The total of rogue battlestar and battleplanet drones that have gone into hiding is now at 521. Something has to be done. A fleet that size is devastating and should they go to normal space we would be in serious trouble from every major power in existence. But first the emporer wants you to complete your objectives first before getting involved in this. Good evening. Vice- Admiral Ceedee End message. ET Enigma gently disconnected himself from the communications panel before he smashed it into countless pieces. Sparks and shrapnel flew everywhere. The crew once again just stared at him. They also never seen ET Enigma enraged at that level before. ET Enigma yelled, "WHAT!" to the crew before storming off into his quarters. The sparks subsided as the ships auto-repair program kicked in. In a matter of moments, the console began to reshape itself as the debris all began to return to it's original place. After a minute the damage to the panel was completely reversed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001., The Great escape Message-ID: Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 22:10:40 -0700 I looked around the cell, I had only intended to cast a transportation spell to visit Jon for a social Call. However, I was now trapped in the dungeons of the evil lord Greame. The Silver studs his torturers had riddled my body with were causing me a great deal of pain, and mild infection. If I attempted to transform the pain would overwhelm me, if not kill me. The cell itself was perfect for a magical creature like my self. No mirrors to walk through, no corners to slip between. The jerk had even taken my bag of holding full of food. No salmon, no jellies, nothing but gruel. My jailer came by to torment me. "Stupid Bear, this isn't even Kyrnish steel, what kind of people make coins out of Cold Iron?"He jeered as he threw the bag painfully hard at me. crawling over, I looked down, Djinn coins, the only thing their illusions could not duplicate, or their spells enchant was Iron, thus it was valuble in their bazzar, since it could not be counterfeited. As the Ogre trodded by I dragged by straw pillet off to the floor, placing one coin down their I focused on it as the mattress began to rise.The wall shimmered and I was blasted by hot air as The coin made it's connection to it's home. The Bazzar was in a constant state of change, but it really had not changed much in a couple of thousand years. The Illusions matched what ever they figured the clients wanted to see, and once you realized that 97% of what was there was only hot air, and glamour. The Djinn had a few vices I could appeal to, their war with the Efreets, Gambling, and their vanity. After Purchasing some real food, I paid a massuess to remove all of the silver splinters from my body, (most of them were in area's I could not reach). This 'service' cost a pretty penny and I was to exhausted to use her for anything else. Recouperating I noticed that my bag of Iron coins were gone, I knew one could trust no one in this forsaken place. Well Time to get down to work. Shifting into bear form I headed out into the desert, surrounding the walled city. I hadn't tapped the magic of storm in a while, and there were Manicores, Hydras and other minions of the effreets laying seige to the Djinn. The first thing that I encountered was a Knight of Fire riding atop a Dragon, (FOOL!), a wind spell created a pocket of Turbulance, causing the Leviathon to crash to the sands below, shattering bones and pulping the knight within his unbreakable armour, taking the dragon's teeth, and the Knight's armour and gear, I planted the teeth at a nearby Oasis. Now I realized that Greame's jailers would soon be missing me dilination between realities or not. So I took my army and prepared for a suprise. Reopening a rift back to my most recent abode I waited. Ten Minutes later the Ogres came by to take me in for more interrogation, They were most suprised to encounter an army of Skeletal Dragon Warriors, and me in Red Armour, bearing a flaming sword. Killing the ogres and stipping them of all of their valubles I was about to head down the hall when I heared a groan from another cell, Looking in I found Jon. Greame had made a terrible Mistake, Jon's cell actually had a mirror!, Dragging Boyd with me my undead minions and I steped through the mirror and out of Greame's hell ship. About Six months later in the time line of a very Fast Reality (a week in the STGOD universe), Boyd and I had started to recover, The natives, here looked upon my new troops with certain dread, fearsome warriors of bone and fire. Still wondering what to do with the Deposed Emporer of the Boyd Empire/Collective.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B36CCF5.75BB5DCF@sk.sympatico.ca> From: Graeme Dice Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001., The Great escape Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 05:34:27 GMT Colin Brian Witz wrote: > > About Six months later in the time line of a very Fast Reality (a week in the > STGOD universe), Boyd and I had started to recover, The natives, here looked > upon my new troops with certain dread, fearsome warriors of bone and fire. > Still wondering what to do with the Deposed Emporer of the Boyd > Empire/Collective.... *Message from Lord Graeme of Dice to the Werebear* "My apologies at your treatment. After accepting the honeyed dew from yourself, I neglected to inform my jailors that you were to be given free reign of the Worldship. Please accept this gift of 1000 picnic baskets as my apology. I believe that they are considered the proper food for intelligent bears, but I may be mistaken." Graeme Dice -- "During the heat of the space race in the 1960's, the U.S. National Aeronautics and Space Administration decided it needed a ball point pen to write in the zero gravity confines of its space capsules. After considerable research and development, the Astronaut Pen was developed at a cost of about $1 million U.S. The pen worked and also enjoyed some modest success as a novelty item back here on Earth. The Soviet Union, faced with the same problem, used a pencil. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B379037.6FE3084A@home.com> From: Strowbridge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 19:27:59 GMT "Robert A. Healey" wrote: > As soon as the opertune moment occured, Healey fired the torpedo launcher > three times, sending the homing becaons to their targets. Finally the > improbability torp detonated, scrambling boths ships sensors and targetting, > while Healey made a beeline for safety at Warp 9 for 30 seconds before > reverting to realspace and drifting, waiting for the assmbled ships to > disperse. While waiting, Healey fired off a message to his employer, > informing him of this development. "Squeak" "Hmm, an Improbability Torpedo. Finally, some intelligence I can use." Reaching for an ancient text entitled, "Monstyres and their Kynde" Brother Alpha quickly gathered the required ingredients. "Magical dagger, incense and of course some blood." And with lightning fast reflexes and deadly accuracy he launched the dagger at the nearest sacrifice. "Sqea ..." After the chanting was completed an abomination stood before him. Not quite ape, not quite insect and definitely not to be seen by human eyes. "I have a job for you and after you complete it, meet me in Celephais. What I want you to do is ...." ---===--- Meanwhile onboard Healey's ship warning sirens were blaring and internal sensors picked up an intruder in weapons room. By the time anyone got there it was all clear. All the security cameras detected was a large pink ... being phasing through one wall and out another. Nothing was damaged, nothing was stolen, nothing was even disturbed except for trace radiation on everything the beast passed through. The walls, the floor, the improbability torpedo. Brother Alpha ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 27 Jun 2001 03:30:08 GMT Message-ID: Phong Nguyen wrote: >And I think we can begin. > >Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond >until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and >ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. "Strange. It's incredibly quiet even though there is ostensibly a war going on in this galaxy. I wonder why." Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 05:54:38 GMT "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:1_sZ6.7266$QM1.922858@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > > "Sir is of course speaking in jest! How would you possibly endure the > cruelty and horror of a normal, easy mission?" > > "Shut the fuck up Jeeves." > > Rob Wilson > Wilkens wasn't quite sure what to do with the information the prisoner had volunteered. Literally and that was the scariest part of it all since it made perfect sense. His Republic was not the only New Republic in existence. Somehow in the vast midst of broken timelines and divergent realities a mirror to his own nation had grown and ruled all of his galaxy in a seperate reality. There was really just one big problem with all this. His counterpart in this reality was every bit the strategist with all the same support people but with the resources of an entire galaxy AND the MDD AND one more little secret the pilot had revealed. Currently every scientist who'd ever touched an MDD was trying to figure out the exact working but the underlying physics were at least becoming clearer. This New Republic was in fact a military dictatorship with the equivalent of an instantaneous tranport system for Cap Ships. Somehow research into the MDD had slowly turned a corner into a deeper understanding of the physical reality of the multi-verse that allowed the scientist of this Dictatorship to build what they were calling an "Ansible Drive." Suppossedly the theory was sound and the appearence of this pilot and her ship in this reality confirmed, to a degree, the usefullness of this tool. With it a ship could, utilizing a vast amount of computer power, jump "outside" reality. There they would be in an infinite sea of randomness held together only by the computer's "desire" to keep things ordered. The only key then was to figure out where in reality you wanted to jump back "in" to because in the confusing midst of non-reality concepts like time and distance no longer mattered. Quite literally you could move a ship ANYWHERE in the blink of an eye. It was a frightening development and one that was horrifying for Wilkens because of two new reports on his desk. The first was a projection for manning requirements for the next five years in the Fleet and it showed a decrease in manpower across the board. The second report was worse. HOTH, the base had been laid to waste in a lightening raid by M-Wings sporting tags of the NRMD who had appeared in the midst of the defensive formations and fired before any counterfire errupted. The squadron had been destroyed but the defenses were severely damaged and trading would likely be impossible for the near future. Above all it served notice that this new power was here and meant buisness. /OOC I'm bringing in the TGOD version of the NR since they need to be killed off. Basically when I first worked the civil war I didn't know anything about the STGOD "reality" so I blindly created this galaxy owning force supposedly in control of the SW Galaxy but this is unwieldy and having a smaller, elite force, fighting agaisnt Rog and the SGE works better so I want to kill the "other" NR off and hopefully give some direction to this STGOD. In other words kill them all but remember what they can do with the MDD and Ansible Drive. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 27 Jun 2001 14:03:58 GMT Message-ID: "Cmdrwilkens" wrote in news:yye_6.18185$Ga.2706170@news1.rdc1.md.home.com: > > /OOC I'm bringing in the TGOD version of the NR since they need to be > killed off. Basically when I first worked the civil war I didn't know > anything about the STGOD "reality" so I blindly created this galaxy > owning force supposedly in control of the SW Galaxy but this is > unwieldy and having a smaller, elite force, fighting agaisnt Rog and > the SGE works better so I want to kill the "other" NR off and hopefully > give some direction to this STGOD. In other words kill them all but > remember what they can do with the MDD and Ansible Drive. Confederation Deep Space Probe E5A89B6F The small stealthed probe jumped out of hyperspace far from the system with a flash of radiation, the event cone narrowly missing the fleet whose composition the probe was about to track. The Defense Early Warning (DEW) line detected new contacts - but their preliminary report was that they were Republic ships. But their signatures and IFF codes weren't quite the same, and there were far more ships than there should have been, especially with the disarmament taking place. Then, an Escort Frigate undertaking supplies at the Hoth Naval Base stood party to an attack by M-Wings - M-Wings with markings of a 'New Republic Military Dictatorship.' A lone fighter had turned to engage the frigate, but was shot down before it could reach MDD range. No reason to risk testing if Confederation shielding would stop it. Based on intelligence information aquired from the 'real' Republic, probes were sent out. Top-of-the-line stealthed probes, designed to even minimize their wake in the magical Ether, designed to get in, take a peek and get out. The information relayed to Sky Watch One was frightening. M-Wing squadrons, fully armed with Molecular Disruption Devices. A drive that opened a hole in reality...and who knows how *that* particular drive worked. It should be blockable by interdiction field...but maybe not. The anticipated war between the Omnipotent Triumverant and the Mars Pact appeared to have fizziled before it started. The Void Stalkers were cautiously probing Core space, but the latter had not yet reacted. The Galaxies' people had been relieved that open hostilities did not yet happen. And then, this. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001., The Great escape Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 22:19:49 +0100 Message-ID: Colin Brian Witz wrote: > About Six months later in the time line of a very Fast Reality (a week in the > STGOD universe), Boyd and I had started to recover, The natives, here looked > upon my new troops with certain dread, fearsome warriors of bone and fire. > Still wondering what to do with the Deposed Emporer of the Boyd > Empire/Collective... Jonathan rose unsteadily to his feet and stared groggily at his liberator. "Jelly baby?" Jon gratefully accepted and, after performing minor surgery to switch the heads of the green and orange babies around, greedily consumed them. It had been longer than he cared to remember since he had been fed by Graeme. For a long while, the two sat by the fire, discussing all that had happened, while the skeleton army guarded the encampment. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Crayz9000 Date: 6/27/01 11:36 PM Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Before he rembered his life-jacket on 22 Jun 2001 01:05:29 GMT, Phong Nguyen found "[STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001." while drowning in alt.startrek.vs.starwars: "CONDITION RED" the alarms blared without emotion. A harried tech came running around a corner at full speed, only to run into an automated freight transport. He impacted against the bulky transport, and collapsed to the deck unconscious. The droid's limited programming attempted to make sense of the situation, and finally decided to pass the limp technician on the side. However, it certainly didn't expect to run into a squad of Marines, which instantly opened fire on the droid with railguns and blasters. Soon, it was a destroyed hulk, left blocking the passageway. In another area, teams of SCEF Marines squared off, only popping up from behind cover to send killing barrages of plasma and uranium slugs at each other. Yet even the cover wasn't enough; the millimeter- width hypersonic slugs fired by the railguns blew meter-wide holes in the durasteel walls, often instantly killing those sheltering behind them. The location: Centerpoint-II station Gamma, currently assigned to Starforce Fleet Yard #3 The time: 1600 UTC, 29 June 2001 Having the lights turned off forcibly while sitting in the command center isn't exactly the best thing that can happen to oneself. Yet Commodore Ian Kramer of the SCEF Starforce was sitting in this very situation, the only lighting available that of some emergency glowlamps. Nervously, he kept his hand near his remanufactured DL-48, hoping that he wouldn't have to use it. Things had been going downhill ever since sometime around 800 hours, when reports had come in about a massive explosion in the AR&D facility, where the fifty Interdictors so recently purchased were being refitted. The only problem was that for security, the AR&D facility was a part of the Centerpoint-II battlestation, which in turn was officially stationed in orbit of one of the yard's planets. At 1000 hours, all power to the command center had been cut, leaving him and the officers inside effectively sealed off behind the blastproof walls and doors, which naturally couldn't open without power. Now, six hours later, the air was beginning to get rather stuffy, and many unpleasant odors floated about. In designing the Centepoint-II battlestations, Quaynar Industries had done their best to make the command center all but impenetrable. Unfortunately, if you couldn't get in, you couldn't get out, and there were no Jedi handy to open an air hole or two, or perhaps an "emergency exit." His ears picked up some subsonic reverberations, and although Kramer was sleepy, he snapped to attention. _Was that another explosion?_ he thought. That was another problem with the command center; in the tradition of the first Centerpoint, it was heavily isolated. In theory, you could detonate a 15 kiloton warhead outside the doors, and hardly notice it from inside the command center. Of course, Kramer somewhat doubted the theory. The subsonic reverberations grew more intense, vibrating the floor a little. Nervously, he turned to the rest of the officers. "Get your hazgear ready. If they turn the power back on, they might slice into the computer net and open the door." It was a somewhat feeble reassurement; the hazgear was really meant as a last resort, and wasn't exactly intended for combat. The last time it had been used was when someone had come to duty after eating a load of stuff that the Commodore probably would have shot the cook over. The vibrations became even more intense, and Kramer subconsciously gripped the stock of his blaster, prepared to pull it out of its holster at a moment's notice. Then, in an anti-climax of sorts, the lights flicked back on, while the vibrations ceased. And the supposedly blast-proof door blew apart in a cloud of smoke, almost instantly blinding the officers inside. SNW _Sonoma_ The Sonoma-class Command Ship. It was the first of its class, a monument to engineering. At 18.3 kilometers in length, it could theoretically take on two Executor-class vessels and win, being almost twice as massive and carrying two times the firepower. Yet at the moment, the _Sonoma_ was sitting in dry-dock with countless thousands of droids flitting about over its surface, slowly repairing damage inflicted on it in the Great Troll War. A gleaming new bridge tower, several hundred meters wide, had been fitted into place only weeks before. In what passed as a temporary bridge, several flag officers paced nervously. They were wondering the same thoughts as Commodore Kramer; that is, why C-II Gamma had gone silent. "Commodore!" A technician hurried up to one of the officers, clutching a datapad, his face graven. "We're getting some energy readings on C-II Gamma. Looks like they're preparing to fire the repulsors." The officer spun around. "They're WHAT?" he said in a shocked tone of voice. "Preparing to fire the repulsors, Sir." "Contact-" THe officer's voice trailed off as he remembered that somehow, the jammers aboard Gamma had been activated, rendering any transmissions other than point-to-point laser useless. "I forgot, the jamming. Looks like we sit here and see what happens. Keep me updated on the situation..." He glanced at the technician's rank badge. "Lieutenant." "Yes, Sir..." He glanced down as the datapad beeped. "Uh... you're not going to like this, Sir. Bozon fields. Emanating from the AR&D installation." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Enigma" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 02:59:01 GMT "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns90CD668D7E4E8phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > > The Galaxies' people had been relieved that open hostilities did not yet > happen. > > And then, this. (Onboard _Wraith's Revenge_, in InterDim) ET Enigma paced back in forth in his office with such a fury that if one were to see him they would have swore that smoke was rising from him. He seethed with rage. /What the hell is going on here? Must I wait for a war that is yet to happen when I could be tending to the rogue dilemma?/ He stopped pacing and threw a fireball to the chair opposite to his desk. The result was the vapourization of the chair. But just as it disappeared, a new chair took its place. Then out of nowhere a red flashing dot appeared in front of him. ET Enigma reached out and pressed it. The red dot then shaped itself into a letter. On it, it said: Use of ether has increased 25% above normal. Have faintly detected a probe and have tracked it. The result is new empire discovered. This empire is an alternate version of the New Republic. This "ANR" posses greater technology than the regular "NR". Threat assessed at 45%. Awaiting orders. - Oom ET Enigma erased the letter and wrote a reply: Maintain position. Use maximum stealth. If attacked, you are to immediately return to the _Wraith's Revenge_. You are not to attack anyone for any reason. Keep me informed. - Elder Technomancer Enigma With a wave of his hand and a mental command, the letter changed back into a red dot and disappeared into the ether. ET Enigma then walked to the bridge. "Ah sir! How are you this evening?" asked the captain. "Crappy. I want you to signal the fleet to engage their P.C.M.S.S (phase cloak with mass shadow surpression) and to exit into normal space." "Aye sir!" replied the captain. He then issued orders to the rest of the crew. At once, every ship in the fleet engaged their P.C.M.S.S. and left the Inter Dimension. When that was done, the three mobile bases then scanned the area for uninhabitated planet for them to use. Each one of them found what they were looking for and disengaged their cloaks. For three hours the mobile bases encased themselves over the planets and then engaged their cloaks and returned to the fleet. /At last./ ET Enigma thought. /We are ready./ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 03:31:28 GMT > The Galaxies' people had been relieved that open hostilities did not yet > happen. > > And then, this. New Republic Shpyard Beta-4 Ulithi Sector It was perhaps the most well guarded of any New Republic station in existence outside the command posts at Ord Terrelo. There were obvious reasons for that, the two most prominent of which sat in the largest slipways ever constructed by the New Republic. They were the /Magnificence/ and the /Grandeur/. Eah was over seventy kilometers long and bristled with the lates in armor and weaponry that their owners could provide. Certainly they would be one of few ships that could stand toe to toe with the ever present enemy of the Second Galactic Empire. In the history of these ships only one had ever been lost to combat action and that in the midst of a brutal attack by a pair of troll battleships that had hammered down shields and slowly picked through the armor to unleash the furry of twelve miniature hypermatter reactors held within each of these vessels. To guard these pricless treasures stood one of the three operational sister ships to those in construction. The Reliance was patroling the yard, launching and maintaining a fighter patrol while also coordinating with the half dozen Executor-II class vessels present. Along with a host of support personnel and a rapid response team from the New Republic Navy, combined with a location deep inside Republic space, this point would be unassaliable to any but the strongest foe. Unfortunately almost would be not nearly enough today. Appearing as if from nowhere a full THREE counterparts to the Reliance suddenly appeared in system. With them cam a swarm of M-Wings and upgraded A-Wings that soon tore into the defenses surrounding the shipyard. MDDs were out of the question for fear of killing the planet. The objective was capture the shipyard and kill the defenders. For this task the three pEacekeepers of the New Republic Military Dictatorship squared off agaisnt the lone battleship of the Republic. Odds being as they were some might be suprised that the fight lasted more than forty five minutes with the defending fighters making a more than respectable showing of themselves while the Executors managed a concentrated offensive that helped keep one of the three Peacekeepers off-balance. In the end it simply wasn't enough, there were too many targets and not enough firepower, or manuever room, on the Republic's side. Finally after firing off a disabling burst of Ion Canon radiation the Reliance sucumbed to a repeated pelting of her engineering section and began consuming herself from within as fighters raced to add to the carnage, dropping CM-9s and CM-11s into gaping holes that tore wider and wider as new internal explosions speeled the end of the second Peacekeeper. With the main threat gone the Executors were swept away and in the strategic blink of an eye a third of the New Republic's combat avaliable firepower was swept aside as casually as a pile of dust. Things, were far from good. -- cmdrwilkens ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Message-ID: <3B3AC036.1F82FF66@home.com> From: Strowbridge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 05:29:49 GMT Beowulf wrote: > > Phong Nguyen wrote: > >And I think we can begin. > > > >Alas, it's storming outside right now, and I might not be able to respond > >until tomarrow. At any rate, Her Majesty's Starfleet is spooled up and > >ready to go, and please don't kill me yet. > > "Strange. It's incredibly quiet even though there is ostensibly a war going > on in this galaxy. I wonder why." Things were about to change ... ---===--- "Squeak." "Alfred, come quickly." Brother Alpha was in the most excited mood. "What is it now, you crackpot?" Alfred said, entering the room drinking straight from a large bottle of Lum. "Squeak." "I have important news," obviously oblivious to Alfred's response. "I've gone through the data and have come up with a winning strategy." Brother Alpha waved his hand in front of his scrying dish and repeated the power words first taught to him by a mysterious figure only known as the Bookman. "Look at this." he said. "God that ugly." "Squeak." "This is the Phallus, a star ship used by one of the factions currently ... oh what's the word?" "Pussy footing around." "Posturing." More images flashed in the dish. "Other ships include the Asgerd, Dice World ships, etc. And lastly we come to your ships." http://members.home.net/strowbridge/temp/Starcab.jpg "Squeak." "Ha, I remember that! ISD captains sure aren't chosen based on their sense of humor. Or their ability to hold their alcohol." "Your ship, 70 meters of archaic technology. Compare that to the Phallus, 80,000 KILOMETERS of ..." searching for the right word. "Ugliness." "Clearly, you can see what this means." "Yeah, it means I have a much larger penis that any of these other guys." "Squeak." "Exactly, and that why we need to travel to here ... Ceres." "Why." "That's the last place he's been." "Who?" "Squeak?" ---===--- That's right, squeak indeed. Brother Alpha ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 28 Jun 2001 05:32:34 GMT Message-ID: Beowulf sat at his desk in the _Mercury_. "Let's see if we can spice things up a little bit." He started typing out orders. 1 hour later: The men of the _IMS Concord_ were busy loading up shuttles, destined for the _Yamato_. On board the shuttles were the new Uber-torp 2 missiles, with increased yield warheads. As each shuttle was filled to capacity, it undocked, and ignited its engines. On the Yamato, technicians were busy unloading the old missiles from the launch tubes and moving them to the storage bay. Another set of technicians reloaded the freshly emptied tubes. Reloads were readied for a possible second salvo. 2 hours later: On board the _IMS Seawolf_, the cloaking device was engaged, and the ship disappeared from sensors. The Gate drive engaged, sending it to its destintation, a small outpost of the Boyd Collective. Simulatenously, its counterpart the _IMS Nautilus_ performed the same actions. On both ships, keys were turned, activating the tubes. The anti-starfighter weapons were readied and aimed at the planet. A salvo of 60 missiles were ejected. 30 seconds later, another one was ejected. After ten more seconds, the motors on both sets of missiles fired. Out of the forward tubes, 6 more missiles issued forth from each ship. The missiles accelerated to the planet. Behind them, the CGA-1As fired, the bullets moving past the missiles and vaporizing on the shields. The missiles impacted, and detonated, with a combined yield of 2520 peta-tons or 2.268e22 joules and instantly knocked down the shielding in that section of the planet. Meanwhile, the _Yamato_ had Gated in, and begun firing with all weapons through the break in the shields. After a minute, it, and the rest of the Imperial ships in the system Gated back to the asteriod field. Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Date: 28 Jun 2001 21:41:30 GMT Message-ID: "Cmdrwilkens" wrote in news:kyx_6.21150$Ga.3135204@news1.rdc1.md.home.com: > > >> The Galaxies' people had been relieved that open hostilities did not >> yet happen. >> >> And then, this. > > New Republic Shpyard Beta-4 Ulithi Sector > > With the main threat gone the Executors were swept away and in the > strategic blink of an eye a third of the New Republic's combat > avaliable firepower was swept aside as casually as a pile of dust. > Things, were far from good. > The personell of Sky Watch One were stunned. Data relayed by deep-space recon probes portrayed a ghastly tale of ruthlesness and destruction. Three immense warships appeared of out nonreality and simply opened fire. And no system could track their nonreality drive, though the Interdiction Fields would block any attempt to reenter realspace. Any offensive would have to march at sublight speeds, perhaps taking months to reach their objectives - and fractional-cee strikes would take just as long. Amazingly, the Republic had managed to hold the enemy off for forty five minutes. Forty five minutes of sheer carnage. The Peacekeeper battlewagons dwarfed anything in the Confederation's Starfleet, and it was doubtful if even a concentrated superlaser barrage would bring their mighty shields down. Meanwhile, scanners had detected a bozon spike near the Centerpoint Stations. If the Trolls had managed to take one of them, the consequences would be lethal - the system defending the Confederation could not shield ships far away from home. It was then the alarm klaxons went off. A NRMD Peacekeeper and her taskforce jumped back into reality immediately outside the Kothis naval base's interdiction field, which extended for several light hours. Launching her fighters and redlining her engines, the behemoth advanced on the fleet, while frantic defenders screamed for help. A powerful taskforce at the station began maneuvering. A superdreadnought and escort heavy dreadnoughts were already released, the interdiction fields allowing them passage into hyperspace. Starfighter squadrons formed up and waited for the enemy. Planatary defenses activated, ready to vaporize any M-Wings attempted to make an MDD run, and the enormous guns prepared to fire on command. First contact was made when an inbound medium destroyer found herself defolding right next to the monstrosity. There were no survivors. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: <3XN_6.953$Kf3.12715@www.newsranger.com> Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 22:10:07 GMT In article , Cmdrwilkens says... > > >With the main threat gone the Executors were swept away and in the >strategic blink of an eye a third of the New Republic's combat avaliable >firepower was swept aside as casually as a pile of dust. Things, were far >from good. > > > >-- >cmdrwilkens >AIM: cmdrwilkens > >Star Trek writers are saying "This is great! Ever since Star Wars >came out we haven't had a need for an original thought!" >- Chuck > > "Three of them, destroyed?" "Yes, sir. Three of the New Republic's Peacekeeper class vessels. But remember, two were still under construction." "Still, this is... disturbing." Admiral Ray sat thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Orders for the fleet. All vessels except Inteligence ships to withdraw above the galactic plane. Intelligence vessels to coordinate with New Republic Command, to monitor high-value targets, and, as far as practical, to monitor these newcomers. Maintain constant wormhole com links with the main fleet. Watch for any opportunity to strike." As the fleet assembled, preparing to carry out these orders, Admiral Ray recorded a short message: To: Admiral Wilkens, CNO, NR In light of the recent emergence of a new power in this galaxy, I am withdrawing the bulk of my fleet to a position somewhat above this galaxy. My fully cloak-capable vessels will remain behind in order to monitor enemy fleet movements, as well as maintaining a watch wherever you consider necessary. For now, I suspect that the enemy does not know of my fleet. I intend to maintain his ignorance until an opportunity to strike presents itself. As a final note, I understand that the commander of the opposing forces is an alternate version of yourself. If you have not already considered this, I suggest that you are in an excellent position to predict his actions. Admiral Ray, Commander, Outworld Fleet "Assign a corvette to deliver this message to Admiral Wilkens, immediately." (OOC: My fleet is now roughly 5000 LY above the SW galaxy. (Above determined by whatever frame of reference is generally in effect for that galaxy.)) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Crayz9000 Date: 6/28/01 10:05 PM Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Before he rembered his life-jacket on 28 Jun 2001 21:41:30 GMT, Phong Nguyen found "Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001." while drowning in alt.startrek.vs.starwars: >Meanwhile, scanners had detected a bozon spike near the Centerpoint >Stations. If the Trolls had managed to take one of them, the consequences >would be lethal - the system defending the Confederation could not shield >ships far away from home. [1800 UTC] A massive sausage shape, not exactly the most awe-inspiring form. But its scale more than made up for that; at five hundred miles in length, it dwarfed most anything. The Centerpoint-II stations weren't exactly what one could call mobile. Spheres with cylindrical ends, they rolled around a central axis. Yet, one was about to become _quite_ mobile. "Sir! Repulsor readings have gone off the scale!" The lieutenant hurried back on the bridge of the _Sonoma,_ still clutching his datapad with fear. "Communications still can't get through on wide-band laser, so we don't know what's happening." The commodore aboard the _Sonoma_ grimly nodded. "There's nothing we can do but wait, Lieutenant. Wait, and see." He peered out of one of the viewports, looking at the moon-sized station as it serenely hung between the two supporting planets. "They should've never built those things," he muttered. "Always more trouble than they were worth." [1825 UTC] With a flash that seemed as if a supernova had occurred, the massive battlestation vanished, causing the flag officers aboard the _Sonoma_ to blink in surprise through the darkened viewports. "OK, Lieutenant, what did they do this time?" the Commodore sarcastically inquired. "Not a clue, Sir. Perhaps we should contact the High Command?" "Yes, yes," he acknowledged impatiently, "put them through. And tell them that the DBFG was a failure." [OOC - DBFG: Defensive Bozon Field Generator. Emulates the bozon fields generated by trolls almost perfectly, originally intended as a last-ditch defensive measure. It was a high-security project, being worked on at the AR&D facility on C-II Gamma. In other words, think a disaster of Black Mesa proportions, but with the scientists themselves causing havoc. In addition, C-II Gamma fired a stationary repulsor burst, in effect causing trans-universe teleportation. Don't even ask what universe they're in, because I have no idea either.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 2 Jul 2001 21:47:13 GMT Message-ID: In a futile gesture designed to attempt to revive the STGOD, the NRMD is on a rampage, and we want people to stop them. Forces are 2-3X the size of the NR's force declaration, 'cept they have some sort of drive for instant transit and MDDs. Go kick their ass or something. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] It is 0100 UTC, 22 June 2001. Message-ID: Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2001 22:08:20 GMT In article <9SX%6.4070$Kf3.33145@www.newsranger.com>, Namothil says... > >In article , Cmdrwilkens says... >> >>"Namothil" wrote in message >>news:VVP%6.3857$Kf3.32210@www.newsranger.com... >>> In article <3XN_6.953$Kf3.12715@www.newsranger.com>, Namothil says... >>> > >>> >In article , Cmdrwilkens >>says... >>> >> >>> >>> So, is this STGOD over already? Or is everyone just taking a break? >>(Hopefully >>> the >>> latter is correct, considering the severe shortage of combat thus far.) >>> >> >>Well YOU could post something since there is a huge fleet of NRMD ships >>armed with MDDs and Ansible drives floating all around where the NR gave you >>space, remember the agreement in Posturing thread? Anyway if you want >>something post it, I've already destroyed a HUGE frickin portion of the >>avaliable forces I declared even if I include the reserve declaration I sent >>the moderators. Seriously I've been blowing up shite left and right of mine >>and NOBODY is doing anything except watching as the NRMD is slowly tearing >>apart the NR. I understand that the defense pact with the Imperium doesn't >>cover it but you'd think that the total destruction of Naval Station Hoth >>would at least motivate them some. Seriously folks I've lost half a dozen >>worlds and three Peacekeepers that half my fleet firepower and NONE of you >>are writing? Is this Greg writes about total anihilation while waiting for >>help or is this a frickin STGOD? Post Already, damnit. > >Sorry. I've been having some odd computer problems (added to an unreliable >power company. No, I'm not in California.) or I'd have posted something >earlier. >I have to go to work in few minutes, but I'll post something when I get back. As promised, a post. "Admiral, I think we have something." "Oh? Another mixup?" "No, sir. Confirmed hostile task force. One Peacekeeper, two Executors, and escorts. They do not appear to have detected our scout." "Status of their shields?" A fiendish grin covered the commander's face. "Down. On all vessels." "Excellent. Orders for the fleet. All ships to jump within 1000 light years, except the picket on station. From that point, all wormhole missile equipped vessels will fire a salvo of Mk. I missiles at the Peacekeeper class. All ships to follow this salvo. Target priorities: Communications, Sensors, Shields, Weapons, Drives. Execute." The fleet leapt into motion, ready to strike back against this foe. Empty space. Or, at least, what would have been empty, were it not for the technological leviathans that drifted serenely within it. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered, as hundreds of massive missiles erupted out of nowhere, slamming into the greatest of these monsters. The Peacekeeper class SMCV reeled, hammered by multi-gigaton detonations. Point-defense managed to pick off a few missiles, but the mighty ship had been caught by surprise. And behind those deadly missiles came the fleet that spawned them. A tsunamai of lesser missiles crashed into the Executors, and their lesser escorts. In seconds, both Executors were reduced to shattered hulks. But the attackers were not unscathed. Even caught by surprise, the crews of the doomed warships returned fire, with deadly results. In the end, the attackers left. Not because they were beaten, but because they had achieved their purpose. Behind them, the shattered remnants of the battlegroup departed as well, seeking refuge with another force. "If this is any indication of how this war will go, we'll have won in days, Admiral." "Restrain yourself, Captain. We were lucky, this time. Unless our enemy is led by an idiot, this will not happen again. This war will become worse before it gets better." (OOC: Yes, I know that was a bit of an unbalanced battle. OTOH, I had complete suprise, superior firepower (Excluding the Peacekeeper), and their shields were down. Not happening again. (Written to harmonize with the stated reason for my fleet's withdrawl, which was to watch for a chance at an ambush like this.) Note: The Peacekeeper is not destroyed, just badly damaged. BTW, what was that about six worlds lost? Going back through those posts, I only find two, assuming your shipyards were in orbit of a world (shipyards, and Hoth) Am I missing a post or two?) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: ryanwolf@erols.com ("Barking Mad" MKSheppard) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2001 23:21:24 GMT Message-ID: <3b40faa6.14045796@news.erols.com> On 2 Jul 2001 21:47:13 GMT, Phong Nguyen wrote: The massive mining ships moved through the wreckage spread all over the galaxy by the latest STGOD....sucking up the ruined hulks and converting them into their raw materials in massive plasma furnaces. Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, several dozen SDRC transports dropped out of superluminal travel over a dead world which had been chosen as a meeting point by their mysterious customer. The order for five million advanced proton torpedo warheads had specified that the warheads be shipped in external containers, to be dumped at the co-ordinates specifified. Payment would be in a series of containers surrounded by a massive minefield. Flashing the IFF code their customer had given them to shut down the minefield, the SDRC forces quickly transferred the cargo and brought aboard their payment, leaving nearly 100 cargo containers full of munitions floating in space as they flashed out of system in a blur of light. For several minutes, nothing happened. A massive dagger shape suddenly emerged in a flash of Cronau radiation, and began to tractor in the various containers. On board the bridge of the _Yavin_, Sheppard watched the various containers come aboard. He had contracted the production of the warheads needed for his missiles out to the SDRC through a series of cutouts, which would cease to exist now that their purpose had been served. Sheppard walked off the bridge and into his private quarters. Once inside his quarters, he brought up an instanteous holo-net transmission with his chief designer, safe out in the Outer Rim of the Milky Way. "How is construction proceeding?" asked Sheppard. "Well, we've told those World Devastator-As to continuously replicate themselves, so we'll have enough to ensure completion of the First Fleet by July 30th, and the Second Fleet by September 1st." "Good work. Sheppard out." After the man's image had faded from view, Sheppard brought up the plans for his new ships on the holoprojector, watching them rotate slowly to present all views to him. The biggest one was 50 kilometers long, and was named the SA _Albert Speer_, and it would contain the manufacturing base of the Sheppard Alliance, as well as have several large training facilities inside it, including nearly 25 square kilometers of training ground for his land forces. The next biggest class of ship after the _Speer_ were the AEGIS XXI Executors, of which an additional one was being built, the SA _Mantooine_, named after the (in)famous Mantooine massacre by Grand Moff Tarkin when he was merely Captain Tarkin of a Republic Corvette. The bulk of the Sheppard Alliance fleet would be made up of the new _Scharnhorst_ class battlecruisers, which clocked in at 8 kilometers in length, and were dedicated entirely to ship combat, with two full wings of TIEs thrown in (288 starfighters). Each fleet would consist of a AEGIS XXI command ship and it's escort of four _Scharnhorsts_, along with several smaller ships, usually ISD-IIs. 1st Fleet: (Operational by 7/30) SSD _Yavin_ BC _Scharnhorst_ BC _Gneisenau_ BC _Deutschland_ BC _Prinz Eugen_ 2nd Fleet: (Operational by 9/01) SSD _Mantooine_ BC _Emden_ BC _Blücher_ BC _Graf Spee_ BC _Tirpitz_ Sheppard punched up a new set of plans. These plans were for the same class of freighters that the SDRC and various others used to transport raw materials and finished goods through space. He smiled at the thought of his new fleet of Auxiliary Cruisers (aka commerce raiders) moving through the spacelanes uncontested until they decided to raise the SA flag. AC _Thor_ AC _Atlantis_ AC _Orion_ AC _Kormann_ AC _Komet_ No, ASVS had not seen the end of Sheppard yet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2001 04:02:39 GMT "Enigma" wrote in message news:8Ta07.81223$Mf5.22804407@news3.rdc1.on.home.com... > > "Dalton" wrote in message > news:3B413779.96AE25C@daltonator.net... > > Enigma wrote: > > > > > How powreful are the MDDs? What is their exact function? I need to know > before I > > > start my post. > > > > MDDs are like the ultimate phaser. Molecular Disruption Device; fire one > > at a planet and turn it into a clump of dirt. > > But how powerful are they against shielded targets? > > The MDD goes through shielding and "detonates" at a set distance. At the focal point of two beams (both carried on a single M-Wing and also part of several NRMD CapShips) a field is created where matter simply cannot hold together. this field expands but grows weaker except where it touches more matter and then the field in essence "reenergizes" and expands more. Basically it is a self feeding giant sphere o' death, the only catch is that is requires matter so phase-cloaking works well against it. As to the drive system it is being called "Philote Drive" (i chose to rename it) and its origins are based upon some of the theoretical ramblings of the underpinning of the unvierse in Xenocide by Orson Scott Card, since the NR and NRMD have drawn liberally on Card, Heinlein and SW it seemed sensible to give them this. Anyway back in character now: Fleet Staging Area Celeph Four Glactic Coordiante Position: Clasified Wilkens, one of two he now guessed, paced restlessley across the bridge of the NRS Peacekeeper. He was caught in a huge fire that was already billowing outwards. Whatever means this alternate history version of his nation had used to find his galaxy was not important, what mattered was stopping them. The problem here was that his enemy could quite literally step outside the universe if the pilot and his technicians were correct. Rob had done well to bring an M-Wing as it gave him a huge set of clues as to how his enemy got there but unfortunately it gave him little in the way of his opponents mission. for now the reports on his desk indicated random destruction was their goal and SGE worlds had suffered side by side with New Republic worlds. On orders from the Senate he was stashing away the remaining mobile fleet assets as rapidly as possible. The catch was that not all of his forces could easily be recalled into safety, SOP for most patrols was to open comms only at pre-specified intervals so as to keep Patrol locations classified and hidden from the SGE. For now that meant that Wilkens's fleet was but a third of what it could be since of his avaliable forces by the OOB only three of the six fleets were active and the Peacekeeper was only her because she was his personal conveyance. It was a potent force but not against an enemy who would knwo every limit of his technology and had at least six Peacekeeper-class vessels operating in this galaxy. He had to find a way to strike back but to do that he needed some things and he was hoping his salvage team had turned up what he needed. Three Hours Later Yes, they were still there. It was good news for Wilkens, the most welcome sort since it meant he had the means to operate against his enemy in the same way they fought him. At first he had felt slightly guilty for leaving this litle part of the agreement with the Sixth Imperium out of the public light but now it garunteed that only a few people in the whole multi-verse knew what he possesed. Now it was time to start moving. datapad in hand Wilkens rushed to the Flag Bridge where his first object of attention was a yound duty Lieutenant at the comm station. "Single Salvage crew alpha," Wilkens ordered. "Tell them to rev the packages up and meet us at Rendevous Twelve in seven standard hours." "Aye sir." -- cmdrwilkens AIM: cmdrwilkens Star Trek writers are saying "This is great! Ever since Star Wars came out we haven't had a need for an original thought!" - Chuck ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Enigma" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <25n07.85424$Mf5.23963987@news3.rdc1.on.home.com> Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2001 17:15:42 GMT > Swearing a blue curse, the Captain muttered "Send out an all-out warning > to the rest of the main powers, unencrypted, of course. 'Sheppard has > begun employing disguised merchant raiders. Under no circumstances > should you allow strange ships, especially innocuous cargo/support > ships close to your ships. Carrier out'." > (Onboard the flag ship _Wraith's Revenge_ , phase cloaked in a dead system) ET Enigma was trying to relax when the captain pressed the door chime. "Enter", ET Enigma said irritatingly. The door opened and the captain rushed inside. "Sir!" the captain said with excitement."We might get to do battle after all. We received a transmission that a maniac named Sheppard has begun raiding unsuspecting ships using some sort of disguised raiding ships. I have sent a reply asking if they have been attacked and what was their location. They gave us the information we needed and more. Apparently the containers that Sheppard stole had tracking beacons on them in case of such a situation. The Kushans have given us the codes to the beacons in hopes we might take them down. Shall we sir?" ET Enigma was quiet for a moment then spoke,"Might as well. I'm sensing that the fleet is restless so it'll be target practise when we fight Sheppard. Signal the battleship _SkullCrusher_ and the movement negator _Black Hole_ with their accompanying destroyers to join us in this battle. When they reply I want you to track down Sheppard. When we find them then this is what I want you to do...." Within an hour ET Enigma's task force reappeared out of InterDim, decloaked and was forty million klicks away from Sheppard's location. The movement negator ship stayed behind the battleship and their 10 destroyers as they raced forward at .9c. They expected Shep's forces to attack them, infact they were expecting it. When they were almost within Shep's weapons range ET Enigma's task force stopped. The movement negator ship _Black Hole_ began charging up the MN generator. The field began extending itself outwards at all directions. To an outsider looking at the field, it looked like a black ball was expanding but in fact that was the MN field. Everything within the field ceases to move except for ET Enigma's ships. Light, ships, you name ceases to move, as if time stood still. Soon the field covered Shep's fleet rendering them immobile. It stopped expanding when it reached 6 light hours then the battleship and it's escorts went in for the kill. Firing up their hyper impulse drives they raced forward with guns blazing. They picked off Shep's escorts one by one with ease. While one wouldn't see the ships destroyed yet but nevertheless they did their jobs. Then one of the destroyers positioned itself near the containers and gently extended the shields to surround the containers and to take them off and place them on the destroyers hull instead. Then the destroyer resized the shields back to it's normal state and returned to the taskforce. When that was done, the battleship and it's destroyer escort hyper impulsed out of the MN field. While they did that, the flagship _Wraith's Revenge_ hyper impulsed into the MN field and headed toward Shep's ship. The fighters disabled the weapons and destroyed the drive section. The fighters returned to the flagship and ET Enigma signaled the _Black Hole_ to deactivate the field. In an instant, everything returned to normal except that Shep's escorts suddenly exploded and explosions rippled through Shep's ship, leaving him defenseless and immobile. ET Enigma ordered one of his subordinates to open a channel. "Sheppard be glad I didn't kill you. You've tasted what I can do and I expect you to stop raiding and killing innocent people. Good day and get lost." When the channel was closed a tractor\repulsor beam shot out from the flagship and pushed Shep's ship into an out of control spin. With their task complete, the task force jumped into InterDim and returned the stolen goods and went back to rejoin the fleet and to resupply. Shep, you were not supposed to destroy medical ships. Remember? Funny how I showed mercy to you when you didn't show mercy to those in the medical ships. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 3 Jul 2001 19:27:44 GMT Message-ID: "Cmdrwilkens" wrote in news:ztb07.16057$p41.2977391@news1.rdc1.md.home.com: > "Single Salvage crew alpha," Wilkens ordered. "Tell them to rev the > packages up and meet us at Rendevous Twelve in seven standard hours." > > "Aye sir." > The enemy Peacekeeper continued accelerating towards the Kothis Naval Base, her starfighter squadrons screening her from attack by fighters, but no contact was expected for some hours. The interdiction field had been a nasty surprise. They should have been able to bypass it, but instead found it impossible to reenter realspace within it. Instead, they had to exit outside and continue at sublight speeds. The levithian should still be enough to shrug off the enemy; their largest ships weren't even twenty kilometers long, though heavily shielded and armed for their size. Then it happened. As they closed the range, their subspace sensors turned to static, the planet-based systems completely jamming their system, blinding them to attack. However, such systems could be burned through at short range; long enough to deal with any attacks within several thousand kilometers. And even proton torpedoes needed to close to a few kilometers before detonating. At forty thousand kilometers, their scanners were able to get intermittant tracks on the enemy missiles cruising through subspace at faster-than-light speeds. In the middle of an interdiction field, something obviously that shouldn't have happened. But as they closed, their tracks became more and more clear, and them mighty Peacekeeper's defensive weaponry began to seek out their enemy, mostly missing but some shots scored hits. It didn't help that the missiles intermittantly cloaked, popping out to take a peek and recloak, hiding themselves. At ten thousand kilometers, the impossible happened. Every missile decloaked and reverted back into realspace from warp. Then spread out in formations designed to force the enemy to split their fire...and recloaked. Twenty seconds later they uncloaked, pointed their noses towards the enemy ship and detonated as one; their datalinks coordinating the strike. Five thousand immense antiship warheads blew in a spectacular show of fireworks, but instead of a diffuse cone of energy, each channeled their energy into twenty-five proton beams of unprecented strength. The beams spread in a pattern to ensure at least one hit. For a target that big, all of them did, centered on the command superstructure. "Damage report!" barked the Captain of the ship. "Bridge shields have completely failed. Attempting to compen---" The command structure actually shook as a hidden, second salvo of warheads decloaked and and detonated. "We've lost the generators! Power surges have knocked out multiple circuits! Armor breached in sectors nine-hotel and twenty-delta! ECCM systems degrading!" The first two salvos had managed to pierce the bridge shields and begin knocking out systems. Already the next salvo, three times as large, was on the way, but this time targetted on the critical screening fighters. Specifically, the M-Wings. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <4Dp07.8636$9K4.2465908@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com> Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 21:07:34 +0100 > > Rob had done well to bring an M-Wing as it gave him a huge set of clues > as to how his enemy got there but unfortunately it gave him little in the > way of his opponents mission. for now the reports on his desk indicated > random destruction was their goal and SGE worlds had suffered side by side > with New Republic worlds. On orders from the Senate he was stashing away the > remaining mobile fleet assets as rapidly as possible. > > The catch was that not all of his forces could easily be recalled into > safety, SOP for most patrols was to open comms only at pre-specified > intervals so as to keep Patrol locations classified and hidden from the SGE. > For now that meant that Wilkens's fleet was but a third of what it could be > since of his avaliable forces by the OOB only three of the six fleets were > active and the Peacekeeper was only her because she was his personal > conveyance. > > It was a potent force but not against an enemy who would knwo every > limit of his technology and had at least six Peacekeeper-class vessels > operating in this galaxy. He had to find a way to strike back but to do that > he needed some things and he was hoping his salvage team had turned up what > he needed. > The breifing had been fast and furious. The events of the past 36 hrs were enough to supercede everything else, having carried the emergency message to all of the NR's allies and ensuring it's disemmination to to all parties he had gathered some equally troubling news. Scattered reports of installations and ships (even whole fleets in some cases) going insane and acting with violence and stupidity towards everything in their path. It smelled of Troll, though there was largely no signs of known troll ships in the area's.... except for the one encountered by the Yos- ma -tai. It never rained but it poured. On top of that Colin had given Rob a gift. A gift that could have serious ramifications, god but rob really needed a cold beer and a hot woman! Restar had been clearly troubled with the news, sitting in conference with his senior officers for 2 hours before calling Rob in for his orders. "Rob, I have two things I need you to do. Firstly I need a message taken to Anobis, then I want this package taken to Earth." The Admiral motioned his head towards the table and the object that sat upon it. "Make all best speed then return here. I feel I may have a very important mission for you soon." ---- The Anobis system, near the hert of NR territory it was a hive of activity, one of the hubs of manufacture for the transport industry in the NR, it's 3 major life-bearing planets produced 2/3rds of the light - mediium transport vessels for the civilian government as well as the majority of the NR's fleet tenders and auxilary vessels. The volume of trafic on a given hour in and out of the system nearly rivaled that of the capital systems, it's defences based around a light fleet of RSD's and VSD's, planetary TL's and Ion cannon Installations ensured that any hostile visitors could be held at bay until further reinforcements could arrive if needed. Admiral Towani of the NRMD 3rd Fleet "Third Time Lucky" contemplated the view from his Flag bridge. He enjoyed these brief jaunts, the concept of small lightning strikes was working and he was having the time of his life. The defenders had fought bravely, moving their vessels to protect the outbound civilian traffic. He sighed, it had been a noble move, and agsinst the Imps doubtless a necessary one, however all it had done here was pull them ointo range of the M-wings sooner than norml and sacrificed all maneouvring abilities to guard against a threat that had not existed. After all why would he have wasted firepower on the Transports now when he could chase them down at his leisure later on. Of course the damage to his Mediator's and, surprisingly, one of the Allegiances spoke of the trouble they had saved him from if they had prolonged the combat. Now the bulk of the /Static/, an RSD (comms variant) hung on the port flank of the Executor he rode upon, it powerful jammers ensuring no one outside of the system would hear it's death cries. He had chosen to command the Alpha Detachment because they were simply the cream of the Fleet (plus Fleet General Alpdi had decided that the command element should stay and secure the fleet RV point.) Still, having an SSD as a flag with over 20 Cap ships of RSD size and over, plus the 30+ cruisers and the myriad Frigates and gunboats made this a heavy hammer to have fall on a target. "Sir, we are ready to commence operations." Captain Kil'resh stood at a respectful distance behind Towani's left shoulder. "Very well Captain, Tell them to begin." Towani turned to look over his shoulder "I want the Pickets ready and all crews to remain at Battle stations, if there are any defenders left out there this will bring them out in a hurry." The Verpin Captain acknowledged his superior and sent the orders through the fleet. ---- Lannie appeared on the edge of the transport routes for Anobis. The sensors lighting up instantly as the active systems of the fleet swept space on full power. "What the fuck!" Rob stared through the cockpit window, he didn't even remember standing. He knew Restar was supposed to be stretched thin so what the hell was a taskforce detachment doing here? Had the NRMD struck and these guys had arrived to scare them off? "Sir, please direct your attention to the Anobis 3 sector." Jeeves said as the systems he commaded auytomatically began to zoom that part of the system space to prominence. "I believe you are familiar with that type of Fighter? there was one just like them hanging from our tractors not 30 hours ago." "oh god!" Rob breathed the words out, realising what was coming. "no." He screwed up his fist and then "*NO*!" Smashed it back against his pilots chair, the whole assembly sheering off the floor and flying against the backwall of the passenger compartment. ---- "Sir!" The shout distracted Towani from the strangely anti-climactic spectacle of a world imploding on itself. "Yes Lieutenant." The young sensor officer suddenly became aware he was the centre of attention for the whole bridge, not just the Captain and Admiral but everyone, the unusual calm that had been in place as a world quietly got on with the job of eating itself outside the windows had made his voice carry further than normal. "Sir, our pickets have detected a small vessel on the trade routes, it just appeared. No energy signature, possibly decloaked ready for running. The /Stalwart/ is intercepting." "Very well, it's possible they want to get the info of our attack out to their superiors... I think we will allow them to carry the Glad news, don't you Captain?" The Admiral smiled at his little joke. "I'm sure the sight of a Bulwark Cruiser bearing down on them will have them running at the double sir." Kil'resh agreed. "/Stalwart/ reports them as vanishing again sir, No energy signature." The Sensor operator relayed. "The Captain is going to instigate a full power scan of the area sir. Drive them away as ordered." Towani was suprised, "They must have had a temporary power failure. I'm glad I'm not that ships semior officer right now. Run or -" The Bridge shook as a massive explosion resonated throughout it's superstructure. Automatic alarms blared across the ship, drowned out my further rippling detonations. The Admiral threw himself into the crewpits, running to the internal systems post. The harrassed Ensign there was doing her best to buil a cohesive picture of the situation onboard. "Sir, we have a catastrophic explosion in the main hangar and engineering. Our shiedls have lost power and our engines are offline. I think we may have lost powwer to comms as well. Internal comms are patchy but we hould have co ordinated damage control efforts in a minute tops." "Very well, find out what works for now." He lost his footing as a nova burst into life outside of the Bridge windows. The hulk of the /Static/ spun in space it's underbelly ripped open along it's length, the sphere of it's SIR conspicuous in it's absence. "Comm's message to the fleet, jump to the ERV immediately and send fast pickets to the Flett command at th main RV!" "Sir. We have no comm's yet." Another flash of light, this time an Allegiance cooking off in the distance. A few seconds later anothe set of flashes sparked in the ebony of space. What was attacking him? "Sir, message sent. The fleet is leaving." "Captain, get this ship moving at the earliest possible time." Towani was now doing his upmost to project calm and assuredness to his crew. Make them calm down and take it from there. His mind raced to work out what had hit them. Was it sabotage? Had the small vessel set off a sequence of explosives on his ships? ---- The rage boiled inside Rob, these fucking bastards had killed a planet of civilians just like that. He had worked with these people for a year and this was intolerable. He should feel weak after firng so many medium power blasts from ll the cannon points on Lannie. Teleporting into the ships had only been possible with such precision because he knew their layouts backwards. Crippling the SSD and gutting the Escorts had assuaged some of the anger, but he had only gotten 10 before the fleet had escaped. Now he had an SSD to deal with. His Poncho came into being, his hat as well. The cigar between his teeth was practically incandescent adn the guns in his hands were a blur of shapes. Lannie arrived in one of the smaller adjunct hangars, the surprised troopers on guard puddles of molten flesh/plasma before they even registered the person running down the ramp. The Blastdoor smashed open as Rob hit it at full pelt. His mind targeting troopers and crew almost before he was really aware of them. ---- The alarms on the Bridge were the sharper, higher pitched Intruder/Security breach ones and they added to the manic calm of the sensor operators. There were multiple breaches acrross the vessel and the security systems insisted there was no cause for them. Camera's were going offline in sequence yet the sophisticated multi-spectrum scanners were showing no physical cause, only the constant flow of plasma bolts from apparently nowhere. Marine Major Genred marshalled his men over the dedicated comms net, but the units were going off air as soon as contact was made. The loss of the main and secondary power systems wasn't hepling, as the tertiary systems were partially damaged as well. Whole plattons of men were unable to move around the ship as doors failed to open and turbolifts refused to work. He wished that General Worrrkruusharraa was here, but the Wookie had been among the first to go off air. The force that was assaulting them was obviously making it's way to the bridge, so there was 4 E-Webs set-up and a company guarding the Lobby area, with another 3 companies set in depth throughout the corridors leading to it. He looked up at the sound of heavy thumps, his Forehead furrowing in a frown. ----- Rob smashed through the bridge crewpit floor, his arms sweeping round, plasma igniting the crew in immediate proximity. He charged through the press of burning Naval personnel and punched the chest out of a Marine Major as that worthy tried to bring his sidearm to bear. Screaming with primal rage Rob tore through the Bridge, Towani being thrown against the bulkheads. The door to the lobby opened and a Marine captain in Power Armour looked in, "Shit". The exclamation drew Robs attention as he stalked towards the Admiral. Turning he virtually flew at the door, The blasts from 4 E-webs outlineing him against the doorway , the second set of blasts knocking him back. Stun grenades filled the air and the Marines poured in to the Bridge in ordered squads, determined to put this intruder down hard. ---- 1.30 hours later. Admiral Wilkens stared at the barely alive figure in the Bacta tank, looking back at Admiral Towani. "Incredible, that he could have been capable of such cold-blooded slaughter. You say you caught him and his ship in the Anobis system? How much damage did he do before you stopped him?" "Enough, more than enough really." Rob replied, staring at the crippled doppleganger of Admiral Towani as it twitched in the Bacta. "He killed the planet just like that." He snapped his fingers. "Hard to believe it's the same person.". The 2-1B droid gave it's report. Negative on Drugs, Mind alteration or Bozon fields. This man had operated under his own cognizance. Restar pinched the bridge of his nose. "You did the right thing Rob. Did you manage to take that package to Earth before you came here?". "No, I went straight to Tolerai and grabbed the 4th Fleet. Told them the details and then Moved them with Lurkers help into the Anobis system." The voice was quiet and the strain of just standing was plain. "I think we know where their 3rd fleet is" Said Restar, not looking at his freelance agent. "If we could hit them now we could shift the balance of power for their forces." "I couldn't move another group the size of a fleet again. If Lurker hadn't helped.... It hurt him to carry that much of our matter inside him safely. I don't want to ask him to do it again." "I wasn't asking you to. You look like a feather could knock you acros a room right now." Restar smiled briefly "No, it's just I'll be leading the assault on them and when i get back I have a *very* important mission for you. I want you to take that package to Kynes and get as much rest as you can. Be back here in 24 hrs." Rob left the two men to stare at the battered prisoner (one of a handful Rob had left alive on the SSD, the other ships providing a great deal more.) The Ships were now in the custody of the NR, hopefully the drives (what mangled remnants there were) would help to decipher the tech behind them. He wearily stumbled on making his way to Lannie and his next mission. -------------- OOC Will write a lighter follow up later. Hope I didn't miss quote your fleet arrangements Greg (you don't specify a comms ship in your OOB.) Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: ryanwolf@erols.com ("Barking Mad" MKSheppard) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2001 22:38:47 GMT Message-ID: <3b454785.13387357@news.erols.com> Cursing, Sheppard fought for a grip on a railing as the SA _Orion_, a converted Action VI freighter, spun out of control. The bastard Enigma had used time-bending technology against him. It was devastatingly effective against converted freighters and other various former civilian craft, but not against military grade gravity-wave systems of the type that would be standard equipment on the _Scharnhorsts_ and would be retrofitted onto the _Yavin_ by the end of the week. Sheppard's hunch to use the biggest ship in his raiding fleet to act as flagship for the raiders 1had paid off. Enigma had thought that he had dealt him a great blow, but in reality, he'd simply blow the _Orion_ after capturing another ship to convert. With a flash of cronau radiation, the starliner _Bright Star_ jumped in system, to show the tourists on board the sights of the nearby Redlin nebula. A predatory smile spread across Sheppard's face. "Send the distress signal and ready the boarding parties. We'll transfer our flag to the _Bright Star_ shortly." [One Day Later] Hundreds of flash-frozen bodies wearing uniforms with _Bright Star_ emblazoned on them, and other garishly ugly outfits on them tumbled end over end in the cold vacuum of space as the _Bright Star_ disappeared in a flash of radiation for one of the many unscrupulous ship dealers in the galaxy, for conversion into an Auxiliary Cruiser. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 16:40:14 -0700 "Damage Report!" The Captain Responded. "Three of our medical ships have been destroyed, the Medical Research vessel, _Gaia's Mercy_ is still with the Mothership. We could replace the vessels in about 3 days, however, the medical training of the crews will take some time. And the Civilian casualties are not our people, and we can not just clone new ones, besides over use of cloning out side of the warrior caste tends to cause damage to future generations" "How are our workers doing?" "We lost all of them, and began constructing new ones." "Still, our fleets are working on a means of countering Sheppard's missiles. Our Defenders and gravity well generators will protect our mining operations for now. How goes the troll virius research." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 3 Jul 2001 23:54:40 GMT Message-ID: (OOC: I guess I could break out the dirty tricks section of my fleet. How many Peacekeepers you want dead?) On board the _Concord_: "Come on, men. We need to get the parts in these crates outside, and assembled." Outside the ship, a cylidrical object was taking shape. Into the rear section, several sublight engines were being mounted. In front of that, the reactor core, and the Gate drive were installed. In the nose, the warhead would soon be installed. The computer systems were being unloaded, and would be installed in the center. Not far off, three missiles identical to this were being assembled. Covering the construction were the cloak capable ships, with shields and cloaks extended to fully enshroud the construction zone. Ten Hours Later: The Starkiller missiles had been assembled, and two were slowly being moved to the front of the _Seawolf_. Two hatches opened up, revealing an inky black cylinder, just large enough to hold the missiles. The conduits were hooked up to the missiles, and the missiles were locked in place. The armoured hatches then closed. The _Nautilus_ underwent the same procedure. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 17:31:50 -0700 I am sorry, I thought that you had attacked me. oops. Information: The first article of warfare, know not just your enemies, know your self. The Captain picked up a data Padd, with the writings of a long dead Terran Human. Kushans had encountered the technology of Holographic Emmiters early in their war with the Beast. Fenari, like the Kushans were more then willing to sacrifice them selves for the beneifit of larger pack. As a result the Mimics and the Cloaked fighters were equiped with scuicide charges, both to prevent the capture of sensitive information, as well as to be used as a weapon of desperation. Research was underway on possible means of dealing with the Troll Virus. Weapons research teams were working on building a missile defense system, The best option they had so far were proximity fused explosive warheads, since Kushan technology could manifacture warheads as soon as they were needed. This could be used as a defense against future missile attacks. Still the Yosemite Bear was working on some sort of Project with lots of Mirrors and Cloaked ships. Still, the workers were trying to salvage what they could of the unfortunates. Converted Q-ships now, another atrocity, the captain watched the frozen bodies of the passengers drift by. Nothing could be done for these ones. Remembering lost relatives from Khara the captain poured another drink. This was getting messy. He wondered why the Birds of Prey had ordered so many Quontum Detonation Charges, a few kilos would have been sufficiant to insure the total destruction of the cloaked Warbirds, why did each one need several tons of them! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 01:53:40 GMT In article , Phong Nguyen says... > >In a futile gesture designed to attempt to revive the STGOD, the NRMD is >on a rampage, and we want people to stop them. Forces are 2-3X the size >of the NR's force declaration, 'cept they have some sort of drive for >instant transit and MDDs. > >Go kick their ass or something. Well, since I seem to have plenty of time available, another post. "Admiral, recon has located the Peacekeeper we hit. Unfortunately, it does not appear to be a viable target." The commander handed over a detailed report. "Not with two other Peacekeepers escorting it, at least. How many are accounted for?" "Five, sir. At least one more remains undetected." "I see. Was there any immediately useful information in the latest reports?" "Not much. There is this little item, though." "Hmmm. Assemble my staff. We have a strike to plan." A small picket group hung in orbit over an otherwise unremarable world. Three ISDs, with gunship escorts. Not exceptionally remarkable, except that these ships were not in their own universe. On the planet below, NRMD forces had secured a small colony, and were in the process of constructing what would eventually be a valuable fleet base. On the ISDs, crewmen chafed at the higher alert status that had been imposed on them. Recreational time was effectively non-existent, and would be for the forseeable future. No one knew why this order had been given, but rumor supplied an abundance of reasons. But none of the crewmen knew that they were about to gain plenty of first-hand knowledge of at least one cause for their orders. It would be a very brief education. Suddenly, dozens of monstrous ships appeared out of nowhere. Statled gunners bit back curses as hundreds of missiles streaked in, blasting shields with titanic energies. Several were intercepted, but there were far too many of them. First one, then another of the ISDs exploded. The captain of the third ISD had just begun to order the helmsman to engage the Philotes drive when his own ship erupted in an incandescent ball of flame. Admiral Ray surveyed the devastation. Not directly, but through a relay from a monitor over a thousand light-years away. Assigning two divisions of monitors to attack each ISD had been excessive, but it had ensured that no news of the attack escaped. His ground troops were mopping up what resistance was left on the planet. A chiming noise alerted him to an incoming transmission. "Yes?" "Admiral, all objectives have been achieved. Minimal casualties were sustained." "Status of the civilian population?" Barely restrained fury resonated through the general's voice. "These vipers started slaughtering them when it was evident they had lost. I'd guess there's maybe two, three hundred still alive. Most of those will be dead in a few days." Two or three hundred left. Out of a population of at least ten thousand. A drop in the bucket, next to all the other blood the NRMD had shed, true. But a tragedy nonetheless. "I presume the survivors want transport off-planet?" "Yes, sir." "Two carriers will be detailed to provide it. Organize an evacuation. I want all units out of this system in the next hour." "Yes, sir. I will see to it at once." The ISD captain stared at the planet, as if his stare could somehow change what he saw. The picket he had been ordered to reinforce was simply... gone. On the planet's surface, the only sign of the fleet's presence was a blasted patch where the base had been. He turned to his com officer. "Transmit a report to fleet command." "At once, sir." The captain turned back to look at the view. Quietly he muttered, "Maybe this post wasn't that important. But I doubt command will be very happy about this." (OOC: I know, not a substantial loss for the NRMD. OTOH, sorting this one out should be interesting for them. Keep in mind that they don't really have much data from my last attack. They know someone showed up without any warning, but have no idea who or how. (Yes, they'll probably link the two incidents.)) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 03:26:23 +0100 "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:4Dp07.8636$9K4.2465908@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > > "I wasn't asking you to. You look like a feather could knock you acros > a room right now." Restar smiled briefly "No, it's just I'll be leading the > assault on them and when i get back I have a *very* important mission for > you. I want you to take that package to Kynes and get as much rest as you > can. Be back here in 24 hrs." > > Rob left the two men to stare at the battered prisoner (one of a > handful Rob had left alive on the SSD, the other ships providing a great > deal more.) The Ships were now in the custody of the NR, hopefully the > drives (what mangled remnants there were) would help to decipher the tech > behind them. He wearily stumbled on making his way to Lannie and his next > mission. > > -------------- The Ebon vastness of space, deep in a deserted system faintly bathed in the glow of a dying white dwarf a station sat spinning slowly. Inside it, the owner moved through the countless aisles with a sureness that spoke of great knowledge (both in general and the specifics of navigating a card index numbering in the billions), his gait was slow but steady.... slightly comical to those easily amused. In one long hand he held a scroll, in the other a soft banana. Arriving deep within the stacks, the Loremaster paused, reached up and quickly climbed the shelves (his Banana held gently between his teeth). Slotting the scroll into place on a shelf thirty feet up, he moved sideways and down slightly. He selected 2 older scrolls and a Leatherbound tome. Clutching his bounty he moved back to the ground. Placing them on a trolley he moved deeper into the stacks, looking for the knowledge he felt would soon be needed. The present situation was grave and he had much research to do, the thought of a few hours spent pleasantly reading helped to calm his nerves about the furor happening in the galaxy at large. Biting into his Banana, he checked his list of books, "ook" he whispered. ------ Lannie arrived above the Earth at a distance of 300,000 miles, Rob was so tired he didn't want to be too close incase he made a mistake. The heavy cloud cover hid most of the continents from view, but the oceans were clearly visible and the sparkles of the reflected light was beautiful... if only he could have seen them. "Oww. Careful Jeeves thats my fingers under this chair." Rob took a couple of seconds to suck his index finger where the pilots chair had landed on it. "Yes sir, I'm sure that they are. However, if you will insist on taking your frustration out on the funiture these little things are the price you must expect to pay." The ships avatar commented, lifting the chair again to allow Rob to reaffix it's mounting rails. "I think I was entirely justified in my actions. Or would you have prefered it if I had hit the Console instead?" Robs muffled voice asked, the sound of various power tools being used drowning out the reply from Jeeves. "What did you say?" "I merely commented on the fact I would prefer it if you didn't hit any of the fixtures and fittings, sir." With a clunk the chair was mated to it's new guides and the Avatar released it, turning to the plate of food he had prepared for his charge. "Ah, it would appear we have been given permission to land sir. Doubtless co ordinates to follow." "Don't keep it to yourself, put it on the speakers." Rob clambered out form under the chair and reached absently for the plate as he looked at the console for the blinking Comm's light. "I feel it would ruin the speakers if I poured you dinner over them Sir." He handed the plate to Rob and moved back towards the galley "I shall hasten to prepare your pudding, I look forward to see the co ordinates spelt out in Pineapple chunks and Ice-cream." Rob stared at the departing solid hologram and then looked at his plate. Sure enough there was the permission to land from Kynes, clearly laid out using the Peas, carrots, potatoes and sausages of his dinner. Grinning he switched on the comm's to the frequency Wilkens had given him, "This is Whiskey November Five, understood. If it's easier for you, there's a pencil and pad on the console. Over." As he sat to eat, Rob noticed a slight suggestion of haze over the pad. Looking closely he saw the acknowledgement and co ordinates appear on the paper. He quickly shovelled a couple of forkfuls into his mouth, watching the letters and numbers burn themselves into the top microns of the cellulose. "Whiskey November Five, Eta minutes one five, Ok out." "Ah, I see we are in for no more culinary caligraphy sir. Shame, I've added extra sprinkles to aid in the punctuation." Jeeves placed the dessert infront of Rob, as he wolfed down the last of the main course. "Cheers Jeeves, your a lifesaver. Any chance of a cuppa while your up?" Rob grabbed the bowl and proceeded demolish the dessert, whilst the ship cleaned up behind him. ----- The fighter plowed through Hyperspace, Exiting well outside of the normal traffic lanes for the system. It started to flood space with the transmissions from within. Imprecations against nature, science, logic and research poured forth, all the time the fighter barreled in towards the nearest object. With a particularly animated cursing of Physics - tailing off into incoherency - the pilot managed to lock his weapons on target. "I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT, I'M RIGHT -" Space blossomed briefly into a small patch of light and the debris of the fighter floated away. Onboard the Dreadnaught the Weapons officer reported the target destroyed to the OOD. "Comm's. Report. What was the heathen spouting before his death?" The Officer Of the Deck demanded. "It made no sense what so ever Sir. I have it recorded but nothing of substance or import was uttered." The Communications officer reported. The litany of the dead idiot was still fresh in his mind but only as a background noise. Marshalling his attention he returned to his tasks. On the end of his shift, he turned over the duty to his replacement, informing of the new log entries and passing on the news of noteworthy events. He made his way to his quarters, and settled down for his mandatory 6 hours of sleep. After a couple of minutes he started to mumble to himself, the words faint and garbled but occassional ones were understandable "Watts" "I'm right" "Tyranny" "No Effect" "I'm Right" "False". Deep within the bowels of the Vessel, the Psykers eye's snapped open. There was a grave disturbance developing inside the crew quarters. He immediately contacted the ships captain and the Chaplain, this needed to be dealt with at once! ----- Lannie hovered next to the top of the Mountain, it's ramp touching the ledge at the plateau's edge. Rob slowly walked down and saw an old man in a brown robe standing in front of him. "Hi, you must be Brother Kynes", He drew the Variable sword Wilkens had given him to deliver, it's tech close enough to the MDD to provide a possible avenue of defence for Planet to evolve. "This is for you, any chance of a seat and a drink? I'm shattered." ------ In orbit, the warp field that embodied Lurkers prescence in this universe was pressed against the universe Shield that enclosed Planet. The Skein that marked the boundaries of both pressed together, with vast energies coursing between them. It had been a long time since he had been able to sit down and chat with a new universe. OOC thats me for the night. Have fun guy's. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 04:07:12 GMT "Do people even realize what the NRMD is doing Connor?" Wilkens asked. There was a reason the NR had been largely disperesed. Sure others had smacked at advance fleets that were out patrolling but Wilkens knew his opposite number and was positive that the other shoe was still to fall. "What do you mean sir?" Captain Rivgel Connor, NR Marine Corps, asked his commander. "I believe they are all aware that a new enemy has been presented on their front." "That's not it, they are acting differently against us than agaisnt virtually all the others." Wilkens began. "That's why I had Rob go speak to kynes, this behavior they are exhibiting just doesn't make sense. They have ansible drive, they don't need but one or two bases in this universe. They don't need to keep fleets in this universe. Hell, we've interviewed a few officers that got captured along the way and you knwo what they said." "Yes, sir," connor replied uneasily. 'I've seen the debriefing holos." "Don't give me that look," Wilkens sighed. "It's bad enough having a conscience but tat information was VITAL and we needed it regardless of means." "I'm sure the Emporer said the same thing a few times," Connor said bluntly. A raised eyebrow was Wilken's immediate response but more was to follow. "You know the situation isn't the same, and even if it is I'm too scared to care about the rights of those prisoners. They are copies of people in our lives in some cases and that is an abomination fo the Force nigh upon equal with cloning. At that the same time the data is priceless enough I would have taken it from them no matter. The NRMD usually keeps most of its ships in this other reality where they can't be touched. Hell, you realize a high powered computer in random philote space can instantly reproduce a Peacekeeper and her rew?" "Yes it is scary," Connor allowed still uneasy with the means the data had been gained with. "You know enough of the science. This is the way things are, the NR doesn't NEED to be present, they should be jumping in just long enough to attack then jumping out. Unless our data on their computer power makes them an order of magnitude less powerful than our own systems then it doesn't make sense and I just don't think any amount of searching will find the NRMD with less computing power than us." Without another word Wilkens dismissed his aide and turned back to the wall in his Flag Bridge office after thanking Connor for the new datapads. He saw quickly that the NRMD had struck again taking down yet ANOTHER one of his production yards and no amount of work on his part was going to disperse his fleet properly so that they could respond to threats like this. Also included was Rob's initial progress report. much hope lay in that mission and Wilkens doubted that even Rob knew how desperate the situation was. A holdover from generations ago the New Republic intelligence still was the best at infiltration and right now those agents were telling him bad things, like trolls on the move, units running amok, and the NRMD planning a massive strike. He needed his secret weapon and he needed it now before the NRMD could strike again. The tally to this point was nearly half his combat strength, more than a dozen systems raided or destroyed, and the Navy was sucking hind tit in an effort to get its reserve units activated to replace the losses. Morale was low and fears were high, the Republic needed a victory before the NRMD was able to simply walk right up to Bontali and demand the surender of the government. For that he waited for one last report. At the very end of a minor supply manifest for his signature there was a smal link to a non-encrypted spam file. In reality it was a highly encrypted packet sent from some of his personal agents within Alpha Blue. The fighters were ready and the weapons were still operational. Now all he needed was to get them to the right place at the right time. For that he had to wait, and waiting was murder. -- cmdrwilkens AIM: cmdrwilkens Star Trek writers are saying "This is great! Ever since Star Wars came out we haven't had a need for an original thought!" - Chuck ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 21:41:55 -0700 Else where Gravity Well Mines, Multibeam and Multimissile frigates and Kushan defenders guarded the mineral rich field near a star system with three suns and Seven gas giants. Launching attacks on this system would be difficult, still, the system was also functional hospital base. While there was nothing that could serve as food, the rest of the fleet all had their hydroponics facilities. Food, was essential for miners and doubly so for the wounded. The Doctor looked down at his display. *Paitiant 65231 died of massive neural collapse. His brain had literaly melted, as a result of the Troll Virus.* Sheppard's actions of late had greatly concerned the Kith Yos-Am Tai. What could we do to reverse this. The new superdreadnaught _Legomaniac_ was still under construction, after weeks of repair trying to undo the damage caused by Sheppard's betrayal at Endor. The bay doors now possessed replicators capable of manufacturing the large missiles in rapid deployment. The new cannons were being slowly installed in broadside bays, while connections for the seige cannon were still troublesome. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 16:16:18 GMT In article , Namothil says... >Well, since I seem to have plenty of time available, another post. > >"Admiral, recon has located the Peacekeeper we hit. Unfortunately, it >does not appear to be a viable target." The commander handed over a >detailed report. >"Not with two other Peacekeepers escorting it, at least. How many are >accounted for?" >"Five, sir. At least one more remains undetected." >"I see. Was there any immediately useful information in the latest >reports?" >"Not much. There is this little item, though." >"Hmmm. Assemble my staff. We have a strike to plan." > >A small picket group hung in orbit over an otherwise unremarable >world. Three ISDs, with gunship escorts. Not exceptionally >remarkable, except that these ships were not in their own universe. >On the planet below, NRMD forces had secured a small colony, and >were in the process of constructing what would eventually be a >valuable fleet base. On the ISDs, crewmen chafed at the higher >alert status that had been imposed on them. Recreational time was >effectively non-existent, and would be for the forseeable future. No >one knew why this order had been given, but rumor supplied an >abundance of reasons. But none of the crewmen knew that they >were about to gain plenty of first-hand knowledge of at least one >cause for their orders. It would be a very brief education. > >Suddenly, dozens of monstrous ships appeared out of nowhere. >Statled gunners bit back curses as hundreds of missiles streaked >in, blasting shields with titanic energies. Several were intercepted, >but there were far too many of them. First one, then another of the >ISDs exploded. The captain of the third ISD had just begun to >order the helmsman to engage the Philotes drive when his own >ship erupted in an incandescent ball of flame. > >Admiral Ray surveyed the devastation. Not directly, but through >a relay from a monitor over a thousand light-years away. Assigning >two divisions of monitors to attack each ISD had been excessive, but >it had ensured that no news of the attack escaped. His ground troops >were mopping up what resistance was left on the planet. A chiming >noise alerted him to an incoming transmission. "Yes?" >"Admiral, all objectives have been achieved. Minimal casualties >were sustained." >"Status of the civilian population?" >Barely restrained fury resonated through the general's voice. >"These vipers started slaughtering them when it was evident they >had lost. I'd guess there's maybe two, three hundred still alive. >Most of those will be dead in a few days." >Two or three hundred left. Out of a population of at least ten >thousand. A drop in the bucket, next to all the other blood the >NRMD had shed, true. But a tragedy nonetheless. >"I presume the survivors want transport off-planet?" >"Yes, sir." >"Two carriers will be detailed to provide it. Organize an >evacuation. I want all units out of this system in the next hour." >"Yes, sir. I will see to it at once." > >The ISD captain stared at the planet, as if his stare could >somehow change what he saw. The picket he had been ordered >to reinforce was simply... gone. On the planet's surface, the only >sign of the fleet's presence was a blasted patch where the base >had been. He turned to his com officer. "Transmit a report to >fleet command." >"At once, sir." >The captain turned back to look at the view. Quietly he >muttered, "Maybe this post wasn't that important. But I >doubt command will be very happy about this." > >(OOC: I know, not a substantial loss for the NRMD. OTOH, >sorting this one out should be interesting for them. Keep >in mind that they don't really have much data from my last >attack. They know someone showed up without any warning, >but have no idea who or how. (Yes, they'll probably link the >two incidents.)) > >Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show by good >conduct that his works are done in the meekness of wisdom. >James 3:13 I seem to have misunderstood NRMD activities. So, in order to bring this post somewhat into line with their actions: "Admiral? I have reviewed the reports from our latest action. My conclusions are somewhat troubling." "Oh?" "Yes, sir. The NRMD did not need a base in that system. There was no point to that installation. If, that is, it was in fact intended as a fleet base." "And your interpretation?" "I don't know. Maybe bait. Maybe something else. It certainly was not a base." (OOC: It was an attempt to gather data on my ships. Presumably this would have some priority, but not an exceptionally high priority. Three ISDs would be a fairly meaningless loss for them.) Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show by good conduct that his works are done in the meekness of wisdom. James 3:13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 04:25:43 -0700 Discovery of the reward, had sparked interest in my ears, a need to continue making funds was without a doubt as important as anything else. Still, stranger things had caused me to be traveling in side a Klingon Vessel, waiting for the NRMD to show in an area. The Warriors knew that this was going to be a one way trip only, yet bizarrely enough they had volunteered for the duty. As the cruiser group passed close by our powered down cloaked vessel I started the ritual. The large mirror's that adorned the room began to glow and take the image of various areas on the ships, first scrying ,then locking the portals I fully opened them, Fenari and Kushan warrior's charged into the mirrors, planting Quantum Charges thought the Engineering sections of the various ships. With a cry of vengeance the soldiers detonated their cargo within the ships crippling them, a dispatch was sent via a small summons spell, and we waited for a stronger force to arrive and claim them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 6 Jul 2001 02:19:17 GMT Message-ID: (OOC: very superficial design specs of the Peacekeeper into my hands) "Sir, our scouts have found three NRMD Peackeepers. One appears to be heavily damaged, with the others nearby as protection for it." "Excellent, I'll have a plan drawn up by 2000 hours. Have the captains of all battle ships be assembled in my briefing room." 2000 hours: Captain Weepul of the _Seawolf_ and Captain Ivanov of the _Nautilus_ were seated with Captain Chin of the _Yamato_ on the port side of the table. On the starboard side, sat the captains of the _Ticonderoga_, the _Lexington_, and the _Vinson_. "The plan is knock out the two protective Peacekeepers, using the recently assembled Starkillers, two for each Peacekeeper. The _Seawolf_ and the _Nautilus_ will accomplish this by using the damaged Peacekeeper as a shield. They will then jump out, leaving a full salvo of Uber-torp-2s in the damaged Peacekeeper. "The rest of the ships will try to knock out a portion of the rest of the fleet stationed there. They will use the destruction of the Peacekeepers as a cover for the jump into the area. Each ship will be 2400 kilometers off the center of the engagment area. The _Yamato_ will be stationed on the front end of the area. The Lexingtons will be positioned on the port and starboard edges. The fighters will be lined up at the mouth of the hanger, such that each can fire out. The _Vinson_ will be behind the enemy, with a similar arrangement of fighters. "The _Vinson_'s Rapiers will be arranged on the top and bottom of the formation, 5 each. The Akulas will be joining them after they deliver their cargo. Scattered around the edges, are the shuttles. "30 seconds after we jump in, we will leave, regardless of the damage taken by the enemy. during those 30 seconds, all weapons are to be fired, regardless of power. The more we shoot, the less able they are to shoot down the incoming projectiles. This operation will occur at 0930 hours. Good luck, and good shooting. Copies of the layout will be sent with you to your ships." Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 7 Jul 2001 02:57:00 GMT Message-ID: (OOC: where is everybody?) 0855: On board the _Nautilus_, Weepul waited tensely. On a screen, the countdown was running. The missile launchers were prepped, and ready to go. He nervously paced around the bridge. when the clock ticked to 1 min., he sat down, and buckled his seatbelt. The clock ticked: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... The gate drive activated and started the familiar jamming of its own sensors 4... 3... 2... 1... 0... and the ship disappeared into the bowels of the damaged Peacekeeper. Whatever had been there was now in the heart of the nearest star. Weepul inserted the key into the console and turned it. Simultaneously, his first officer, ten feet away, did the same thing. The Starkiller missiles went active and were fed targeting data from the sensors. NRMD Peacekeeper _Tyrant_: "Sir! We are picking---" One Starkiller from each Akula found its mark in the _Tyrant_, and detonated. On the other intact Peacekeeper, only one found its mark, but it was enough. Both ships instantly vaporized, the debris taking down the shields of the accompanying Executors, and destroying several hundred M-wings. The remaining, damaged Peacekeeper was still there, armor boiled off by the force of the explosions, but not for long. For in its depths lay enough explosives to blow it apart, courtesy of the departing Akulas. And when they were gone, they went up, shearing the ship apart. Outside: The Imperial fleet jumped in, and began blasting away. The ships caught in the center moved, trying to escape, their interstellar drives inoperatable, their comm systems knocked out, moving to avoid the terajoules of energy that were coming at them. The missiles went undisturbed through the carnage, until they reached thier targets. Executor-class ships blew up like fireworks, their shields taken down by the previous explosions. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The Imperial fleet had disappeared without a trace as to who, or what had caused the spectacular destruction of a large portion of the NRMD fleet. Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 21:52:00 +0100 OOC As a summary and bringing everything together sort of. Seeing as Greg is not writing as Mirror Restar I'll use him for this. --------- The SMVC /Peacekeeper/ sat in space, dominating the other ships in the fleet through her sheer size. Larger and bulkier than the Executors and RSD's that formed her escorts there was something to her that braodcast command, that all in her presence were under her will. Inside her Flag briefing office the situation was duplicated, this time it was the CiC of the fleet projecting control over his staff as they went about their tasks. Fleet Admiral Restar Wilkens, the supreme commander of the NRMD stood with his back to the room, as he listened to the reports he appeared to be more interested in the viewscreens projections of local space. However everyone there knew differently, they were used to the way his mind worked. "We are getting some good info back from our attacks sir." Commodore Marf'kas, the Chief of Operations for the Fleet Intelligence arm reported. "There are multiple factions spread across these galaxies. A number of whom are vastly different to any we have encountered before." He pressed a button on his Datapad and a small section of the viewscreen in front of Wilkens expanded and started to produce pinpoints on a map, at the same time a second section began to scroll data. "Thank you Commodore. Admiral De'Jud De'Jud, what news on our little 'diversions' ?" Wilkens eye's were working over the info he now had in front of him, his attention was still firmly on the staff though. "There was a complication sir. The group that took the bait on the Planet were *not* the ones that then took the bait on the /Silencer/. The drive signature information was not relevant and the trap was not implemented successfully. Having said that, we do now have two sets of drive signatures for our attackers and Navi-comps are already programmed to activate on their detection." Though they could not see his face, the tightening of his shoulders told them of the scowl it surely contained. The plan had been brilliant and the speed of it's conception and implementation had been classic Wilkens. The damage to the SMCV /Deterrent/ had prompted a fast deception plan. The SMCV /Silencer/ had been quickly moved to a remote location and two Holo-shrouded groups of RSD's and VSD's from the 4th fleet had been placed around it. The Shrouds and Repeaters had been set to convince the enemy that there were two SMCV's protecting a wounded comrade. The /Silencers/ IFF was set to /Detterent/'s freq and an SSD heavy Attachment was designated as the escort force. The hope had been to lure the enemy into a decapitation strike against a large portion of the NRMD's fleet. At the same time a planet, near to the area that had been the site of the /Detterent/s crippling, had been made up to resemble a new base of Ops. Sure enough the enemy had struck the base (the nearest threat) and the info on their drive signatures had been forwarded immediately to the /Silencer/ group. The idea being that when the sensors picked up the drives, the vessels would jump immmediately to defilade positions around the emergence zone and smash the enemy. The /Silencer/ would fire a tracer tag through the emergence point and jump straight to the staging area of the enemy. Hopefully hitting any bases or ships with it's M-wings. "So we now have a second enemy with a fast jump system. Make sure the Computers of all ships are set to implement a defilade jump immediately on detection of unknown drive units emerging in their proximity." Wilkens pointed to the area nearest the planet trap. "Get this sector of space flooded with probes, find traces of these enemies. We will have our victory against them." He motioned for Admiral De'Jud De'Jud to continue. "Our raiding fleets have been successful to date sir. They are hitting any inhabited planets they find inside the False Republic's borders and we are sure we have found one of their allies. The CIN, is based here," the area on Wilkens veiwscreen showed a flashing border "plus we beleive this," a pinpoint flashed in red "Is the location of a gateway between this universe and our own." Wilkens stood deep in thought, then turned back to his staff. "Marshall Kl'vit, I am intrigued by these "SpaceMarines" I am assigning Taskforce Token from the remnants of the 3rd fleet to attack their fleets in space. I want your forces to attack and take the planetary forts they have already. Use all the divisions you feel necessary." The head of the NRMD Army signalled his acknowledgement and left the room to begin his planning. "Fleet Admiral Ustinoz. You will take your fleet and conduct diversionary assualts across CIN space, keep your Flagship and Taskforce Vanguard ready to make a strike against the gateway as soon as they disperse to meet the diversionary threat." The Commander of the 2nd fleet deactivated his holo-prescence in acknowledgement of his orders. "Marshall Cindel Fll'll, your Fleet is to intensify all raids on the False Republic. Detach Taskforce Apex to scour this area for the 'Yos-am-Tia' salvage Corporation reported by our scouts. They are to be coerced if possible, I want their production capabilities." The 4th Fleet Admiral also vanished. "Fleet General Grett Decol, You have a difficult task, split your forces and find those two enemies that struck us. Use overwhelming force and crush them." the 5th fleet commander was the last hologram to vanish. Wilkens turned to the remaining men; Fleet General A.J. Skywalker, the CIC Starfighter Command; General Reaper Breen, the CIC Special Operations Command; Fleet Admiral G.L. Uuulut, the Commander of the 1st fleet; Fleet General J. Alpdi the commander of the beleaguered 3rd fleet. Gentlemen, there are a few matters I need clear thought and action on. General Skywalker, the starfighters *must* improve their performance. We are losing ships to failed intercepts of missiles, this will stop now!! Please ensure the pilots know their jobs for the future." The troubled man he addressed acknowledged him, but there was a strong feeling of doubt within him. The force was trying to tell him something, but he was having more and more difficulty contacting that which normally flowed with strength through him. "Uuulut, I want you to assign Taskforce Outbound to General Breen for his operations, also send Taskforce Corsica to the Sol analogue here and have them set up a watching brief for now." the Admiral nodded and left. "Alpdi, your fleet has taken the brunt of the action and damage to date, I want you to send the remnants of Taskforce Filter and send them with a message to Sanchez. Be creative, be intimidating, be direct. His processing abilities must be ready for our use by any means necessary. You are to conduct unlimited warfare against the Boyd using all assets of Taskforces Perigee and Bellbright concurrent with this. Make sure the commander of Filter knows to act on his own cognizance but any force is authorised to him to complete his mission." The huge Massassi snapped to attention and left. "Breen, I want you to start finding everything you can about the "Sixth Imperium" use the assets given to you to commence massive hit and fades, hit them hard where it will hurt. However I want you to let them drive you off towards this area." He motioned to a part of the galaxy near the borders, an ugly pink splotch denoted the demarkation of known troll activity. " I think we shall soon have these systems burning with righteous fire. Dismissed!" ------ Deep within that pink area, a small minded grotesque cradled a grime and filth encrusted childs toy. The mishapen mouth moved constantly and random sounds constantly emerged. They would make no sense to a sane person, but to the Trolls that knelt before him they were great commands. "Paul, my Shitlicker General, I require that you bring me one of these ~unknownword~Keepers. I need the power they will give to me." TOWNMNBM's demanded. "But my Crepulous Highness, we have Shuttles and a Delta Flyer! What need have we of the inferior weapons and ships of the infidel?" The blast of Bozon Energy that was the reaponse to the Gallic ones question, was enough to cripple even him. "Sorry Master, please let me suck upon the nubbin between your legs in a sign of supplication." "Elim, you are to find the hateful ~Unknownword~Master and destroy his Station." The sucking and slurping of Paul, all but drowned out Elims answer but the Troll left to do his masters bidding. A smaller female troll shuffled forwards, her flaps of dry skin sweeping the floor as they swung suspended from her toast-rack chest. The lank, lice infested hair hung in strands from her partially bald head. "Kathryn, how I long to pleasure you with my Mighty Organ, you are to depart and find the cause of the massive false Bozon fields coming from the twin stations. Take a force and cleanse the wrongness from space. There must only be the putrid light of my own Bozons in this universe. Go now!" Kathryn stared at the nubbin between his legs as it barely quivered in excitement, her desert dry pudenda rustling in response. ------- Aboard Lannie Rob was finishing answering a call. "Ok, Wilkens I'll be right there. Good to hear from you again and welcome to the new Universe." He signed off and turned to the person standing at the entrance to the cockpit. "Well that saved you the difficulty of trying to call him!" Said Fleet Admiral Restar Wilkens of the NR. "Are you sure he doesn't realise I was the one that crippled part of his fleet?" rob asked worried by the fact he was about to walk into the Lions den, and was being sent by (to all intents and purposes) the same lion he would have to fight in there. "No, his minds on other things and he has ships that can jump anywhere instantly. He needs a recce specialist who can do the same thing. You can do this, I have faith in you. Carry on." With that Wilkens walked down the ramp and into the hangar onboard the NR's SMCV /Peacekeeper/. ---------- On planet Kynes contemplated the Variable sword that Rob had forwarded from Wilkens of the NR. If the Wilkens of the NRMD were to try his MDD trick here, he would be in for a nasty surprise. Brother Kynes walked into his hut on the beach and smiled to himself. --------- The frigate was a mess, the systems going on and off constantly, the CIN HomeGuard Cruiser watched as the ramshackle Frigate (broadcasting an Intermittent CIN IFF) spent its time attacking the rings of a gas giant. All the time the crews rantings were poisoning the airwaves. The Cruiser Captain decided enough was enough, the frigate disappearing in a burst of weapons fire. It's intact for'ard section spun in space and the Cruisers Marines moved in to board and capture the obviously trollish crew. Unknown to them the Mneme virus carried in the messages braodcast before was starting to bury it's way into the minds of the criusers command crew. -------- OOC There you go. Sorry for the time it took. Hope this gives everyone something to work from and fills in the blanks for others. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 7 Jul 2001 22:46:24 GMT Message-ID: (OOC: I'm going to get two Peacekeepers whether you like it or not Rob! I'm going to have wasted my only 4 Starkillers just to destroy one Peackeeper.) Briefing room of the _Mercury_: Lieutenant Bibble stood at the Podium, giving the after action briefing. "After analyzing the sensor reports, we found that the ambush that we set up only contained one Peacekeeper. The other ships in the ambushed fleet were apparently much smaller ships. THey were vaporized when the Starkillers went off. However, there were only 3 Starkiller explosions detected. "We also found that there was another ship, possibly a Peacekeeper, was waiting outside the system. That is apparently where the fourth Starkiller is lodged. Fortunately, the autodestruct mechanism should activate... now." Onboard the _Tyrant_: The Starkiller sat in a storage room, undetected by the crew. Inside the primary detontation controller had had its connections shaken loose. The autodestruct mechanism, however, was to operative, and was counting down to zero. Meanwhile the _Tyrant_ haad positioned itself to guard the captured NR shipyard, unaware of what lay in its belly. By a remarkable twist of fate, the missile exploded when the _Tyrant_ was closest to the shipyard, destroying it, the shipyard, and the two Peacekeepers underconstruction. Beowulf (: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sat, 07 Jul 2001 22:47:40 GMT In article , rob.wn5 says... > >OOC >As a summary and bringing everything together sort of. Seeing as Greg is >not writing as Mirror Restar I'll use him for this. >--------- > > > Wilkens stood deep in thought, then turned back to his staff. "Marshall >Kl'vit, I am intrigued by these "SpaceMarines" I am assigning Taskforce >Token from the remnants of the 3rd fleet to attack their fleets in space. I >want your forces to attack and take the planetary forts they have already. >Use all the divisions you feel necessary." The head of the NRMD Army >signalled his acknowledgement and left the room to begin his planning. >"Fleet Admiral Ustinoz. You will take your fleet and conduct diversionary >assualts across CIN space, keep your Flagship and Taskforce Vanguard ready >to make a strike against the gateway as soon as they disperse to meet the >diversionary threat." The Commander of the 2nd fleet deactivated his >holo-prescence in acknowledgement of his orders. "Marshall Cindel Fll'll, >your Fleet is to intensify all raids on the False Republic. Detach >Taskforce Apex to scour this area for the 'Yos-am-Tia' salvage Corporation >reported by our scouts. They are to be coerced if possible, I want their >production capabilities." The 4th Fleet Admiral also vanished. "Fleet >General Grett Decol, You have a difficult task, split your forces and find >those two enemies that struck us. Use overwhelming force and crush them." >the 5th fleet commander was the last hologram to vanish. Vice Admiral Malthus scowled at the data he had received. The NRMD seemed to have mobilized a force to hunt down the fleet. Thus far they had only found a handful of corvettes and frigates, but that could change. He sighed, and opened a wormhole link to the command sphere. "Admiral, we seem to have a problem." Admiral Ray scanned the data, and looked up. "So, they want to find us that badly? Admiral Malthus, take your battlegroup and lure them to these coordinates." "As ordered." Vice Admiral Malthus cursed quietly. What did it take to get this commander's attention? His battlegroup had spent the past week trying to be as visible as possible without arousing undue suspicion. And thus far, there had been no reaction. Suddnely alarms sounded, as enemy warships flooded into realspace. Energy weapons and missiles snarled as the fleet moved past each other, the NRMD moving to cut off escape, and Malthus's forces moving to escape. A shout from one of the sensor stations attracted Malthus's attention. "Sir! Gravity well generators coming online!" Malthus bit back a curse. The NRMD couldn't know how the gravity field would affect wormhole drive, but obviously they wanted to learn. And they could not be allowed to learn that. Not yet. "All ships, jump now. Repeat, jump now!" Dozens of ships engaged their drives, vanishing before the gravity wells could activate fully. Barely a lightyear out, they reappeared, scattered. The fleet regrouped as fully as possible, and proceeded with their task, moving just slowly enough to ensure that the NRMD fleet would follow. At the target coordinates, Admiral Malthus stopped. Moments later, the opposing task force reverted to realspace, and opened fire. And then, behind them, the rest of the outworld fleet flashed into existence, firing on surprised ships. Unfortunately, the trap was incomplete. Behind the outworld fleet, a monstrous shape emerged, escorted by several additional vessels. Tiny next to the bulk of the SMCV /Guardian/, the Executor and Sovereign class cruisers were still impressive in their own right. Even so, their crews were momentarily stunned by the behemoths they faced. But, this did not impair their effectiveness. Turbolaser bolts lanced through space, accompanied by MDD beams, as fighters skirmished between the two fleets. And then, the outworld fleet vanished, and reappeared behind the NRMD fleet, firing again. In the fighter duel, it was quickly apparent that the NRMD was fatally overmatched. Except for the M-wings, their fighters could not withstand the bolts fired by those infernally tough fighters. The M-wings could match them, but there were too few of them to turn the tide. And, while they were locked in combat with the enemy fighters, they could not attack the enemy fleet. The capital ships exacted a higher toll, but they were heavily outnumbered. And then the missiles crashed in, the same weapons that had crippled the /Deterrent/. Or rather, similar weapons, but with greater firepower. ISDs and RSDs erupted in flames, shattered by devastating hammer blows. An Executor spun out of control, crashing into an escorting ISD. On the other side, a Vindicator was speared by several MDD beams, and disintegrated. Cruisers, and Destroyers on both sides shattered under concentrated fire, as both sides danced around each other, jockeying for position. Finally, the NRMD commander broke off the attack. Most of his lighter ships were gone, and his heavier units were battered. Only the /Guardian/ remained undamaged. Admiral Ray looked over the reports. By most standards, it had been a solid victory. But most standards did not account for a fleet with his limited resources. That one battle had cost nearly a third of his total supply of Wormhole Missiles. Even worse, dozens of ships had been lost, including four irreplaceable Vindicators. Many ships had sustained varying degrees of damage. Maybe most would count this as a victory, but he could claim no more than a draw. And, if some of the information from the Republic on this enemy's capabilities was accurate, this had been a disaster. At least he should have delayed any pursuit for some time. "Orders to the fleet. Proceed to rally point Epsilon. We will hold there for the moment." (OOC: Tracking my ships is a bit difficult. There is almost no energy signature at the emergence point. You can tell where they were very easily, but it isn't so easy to tell where they went. As for the gravity wells, they won't really stop wormhole drive, but they would have caused extra wear on the drives, bringing them closer to failure. Not too important for this post, since they were never online around my ships, but it could be important later. Final note: It probably isn't clear from this, but I took higher losses in this battle, in terms of tonnage lost, and hulls destroyed. This was a minor disaster for me. Nothing that approaches the losses cmdrwilkins has taken, but still severe.) > >OOC >There you go. Sorry for the time it took. Hope this gives everyone >something to work from and fills in the blanks for others. > >Rob Wilson > > > > > > Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show by good conduct that his works are done in the meekness of wisdom. James 3:13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 00:13:16 +0100 Message-ID: (Could I have a brief update on what's happened in my absence?) [Insignificant Boyd Collective system] It was a relatively small convoy - 20 Kerry class cargo ships, carrying a loose assortment of industrial tools and self-sealing stem bolts. Nothing valuable, nothing worth escorting. Nevertheless, a pair of Spear class patrol boats joined up with the convoy on the edge of the system. The ships had spent the last week in transit at relatively low warp and the crew were looking forward to seeing what few sights planet BCP-69853 had to offer. [Bridge of Boyd Collective Merchant Ship Kerry-45942] As the convoy dropped out of warp for the final planetary approach, the sensor officer was surprised to see a fighter squadron escorting them as well. He had never been trained in the navy and didn't recognise the formation they were now assuming, or understand the reason why the patrol ships had suddenly accelerated away. [Lead M-Wing] The squadron leader's grin was not visible through his flight helmet, but the Boyd officer's eager wave clearly as through the cargo ship's view port. Unbeknownst to the cheery sensor officer, the grin widened as the fighter acquired its target. The pilot practically became the Cheshire Cat as the first shots flared out across the void between his fighter and the cargo ship's bridge. 10 of the ships were dead in space, flames blackening their hulls, inside and out, before the rest of the convoy could react. Jumping to warp, they fled away from the fighters, leaving the 2 patrol ships as the only targets. For a couple of frantic minutes, SLIM7 missiles and railgun shots spat out at the fighters, before the squadron retreated as reinforcements sped out form the planet, leaving one of the Spears a floating wreck and the other in need of a major refit. [BCN High Command] "We have to act now." "The attacks have done negligible damage. A few cargo ships and minor patrol ships lost - it's _nothing_, especially compared to what other nations are going through." "If that much damage is being done to them, how long will it be until the NRMD turns such attention to us?" "Do they even have the ships to hurt us?" "Can we afford to wait and see? We're still rebuilding. Who knows what damage they could do if they attack in force?" "I know." There were 4 men in the room. The CinC of the Navy, silent until now. 2 aides, each assigned to present opposing views. And potentially the Collective's most important ally. Not Rog of the Sith Empire. Not the Techromancer, Enigma. No member of the Mars Pact was present. In the far future, a kinsman would guide his people through a path that would save a few thousand of their lives, but cost billions of human and Ork lives. Ruthless, uncaring of others' lives and totally devoted to their own survival, they were allies who the Boyd could understand and respect. Chaos was unpredictable. But the Eldar - the Boyd knew exactly where they stood wit them. They were tools to be picked up, used to aid their survival and discarded when they could no longer help. They knew it and the Eldar knew they knew it. They also knew that the Collective viewed them the same way. The CinC spoke for the first time that day. "And what of what you know, will you tell us?" The Farseer smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile. "Planets. Armies. Entire fleets. All gone." "The NRMD doesn't have the power to do that." "But the war they will trigger does." There was no need to question what had been said. The Farseer wouldn't lie to them - not with a dozen Boyd Masters watching him from outside the room. And there could be no doubting his kill in reading runes. "And what course do you advise?" "Destroy them. Destroy them now, before they can destroy you." [Boydingrad Military HQ] "They want to do WHAT?!" Ordinarily, the Boyd, as a people didn't sweat much. It would be inconvenient to have a weapon slip out of your hand just because you were nervous. But this aide was sweating. "Navy Command is requesting that we release our naval assets for offensive operations against the NRMD." "And they are of course aware of our situation aren't they? They know we're short of ships. They know we're short on troops. And they know we're in danger of an Imperium invasion. But they also know that The Big Picture don't they? And if they think we've got the best men for the job, well then I guess we've got the men for the job." "What shall I tell them?" "What can we tell them? Say that we are, as ever, at the Collective's disposal." "We've still got 2 taskforce's en-route sir." "But what have we got until they arrive?" [Boydingrad orbit] A battleship squadron and its escorts broke orbit and warmed up their translation drives, setting a course for the site of the latest NRWD attack. Painted on the bow of an Avenger destroyer was 3 words. "Hunting Season's Open." -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 8 Jul 2001 00:07:52 GMT Message-ID: "rob.wn5" wrote in news:MhL17.6640$B56.1383962@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com: > > "rob.wn5" wrote in message > news:OEK17.6382$B56.1351006@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > > Last but not least, the number of Peacekeepers. There were 6 in the > NRMD fleet. One is dead (Silencer in Beowolfs ambush) 1 Is crippled > (Deterrent by Namothil), Tyrant was monitoring the ambush from > outsystem and was able to detect and record the signatures of the > Empire fleet. It is presently the Guard for the Captured NR Shipyards. > 1 is attached to the forces against the CIN and will be part of the > force to take the gateway, 1 is part of the force against the Boyd and > Peacekeeper is surrounded by the 1st fleet. > NRMD warships were roaming the Confederation at will. Only a few systems had the massive system-wide interdiction field that could stop or at least slow such attacks, the rest had fields far, far smaller. In the opening moments of the offensive, the Home Guard had been smashed aside, her surviving carrier and amphibious groups ordered to run to the massing fleets preparing for a counterstroke. Planatary shields were holding, but MDD-armed fighters kept attempting to make their runs against bases, only held off through the sheer amount of flak sent their way. The plasma fire was bad enough, the brilliant clouds of energy interfered with sensors and played havoc with the pilots' concentration. But there was another weapon, one with completely unknown physics behind it. As enemy fighters closed to their launch point, they began to literally shake themselves apart. Others were heavily buffeted, their control systems shot, their computer disabled, their engines wrecked. The reviews of the sensor records and recovered blackboxes (the ones that worked, anyways) showed absolutely nothing before the carnage began. Shields did not stop this new weapon, but did lessen the effects. And it wasn't only the fighters that were taking losses. The all-important escort destroyers had been badly mauled by enemy missile fire. Cloaked warheads streaked in via a subspace submergence drive and detonated at standoff ranges. Point-defense had no time to kill enough warheads, and the lighter ships were systematically destroyed by the defenders. But when the missiles ran out, that was that. None of the ships could even think about energy-range combat, for the massed turbolaser batteries of the enemy could cripple any light ship that came into range. The Confederation was preparing large fleets to mount a counteroffensive, using their fold drive to counter the enemy nonreality drive. But at a cost. The Congress of Worlds was screaming for support for their constituants, but the Admiralty recognized the danger and what their enemy was trying. They were going to attempt to disperse the Fleet in order to leave Nemesis lightly defended, perhaps with a stripped Home Fleet. For the first time in the Confederation's history, The Eighteenth General Directive of Congress was issued to the Fleet. Heavy weapons were authorized for orbital strikes against planets. Including superlasers. And far more frightening, The Queen's General Order 3 was issued. If Nemesis was to fall, the Nexus Point's massive jumpgates were ordered to be destabilized via any means possible. Preperations were already beginning for invasion. The Army (there are no Marines in the Confederation) was prepping for invasion. Plans drawn up to evacuate the populace; or arm them if neccessary. The Senshi were discussing the best ways to utilize their unique skills. Meanwhile, a Home Guard cruiser had arrived in port...with bozon field readings on her. There was a troll outbreak, but they didn't know how far it spread. Every starship in orbit fired upon her the moment the PCL exited foldspace...but no-one knew the damage that had been done and how far the infestation had spread. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cmdrwilkens" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <_4O17.10176$PF2.2091228@news1.rdc1.md.home.com> Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 00:47:54 GMT > OOC > There you go. Sorry for the time it took. Hope this gives everyone > something to work from and fills in the blanks for others. /ooc Rob thanks for a great jump start post, anyway this will be my last post for this STGOD and I really want it to be a popper but any loose ends feel free to tie on up. Also Rob feel free to manuever the NR after this post. /ooc off It was a rainy day on Nevisariat, then again almost every day was rainy on Nevisariat. Thunder clouds rolled over the vast plains of this world like a speeder on the Guluscian Speedway. Right now the weather was the least of problems for Restar Andrenius Wilkens, the loss of more than half his fleet elements and the continued persecution of his space by the NRMD were. But now he had the means to fight back. Nearly no one knew about this little secret, the exception being Knopf and Rob but they were trustworthy and he had kept them only at Knopf's leisure anyway. He had in his possesion the last operational MDD equipped M-Wing squadron in the New Republic. He now had to plan and conduct the destruction of a fleet of almost 2000 ships with only a dozen starfighters. To be sure they were the best fighters his nation had ever produced with a manueverability that would stretch even a Tergian's high g-load capability with the compensator set to a low value. For now he had to content himself with mad missile rushes against patrol elements of the enemy always hoping for a clue as to which of his mirror officers he was facing. TRD-009 She was called "Glorious Mist" in the closest translation to basic ever attempted. For military purposes the suystem retained the simple catalouge designation to aid in campaign plotting. The NRMD detachment here was well aware of all this, the same system was a well defended Army training center in their own universe. Here it was little more than a grain colony. The size of the force indicated bounds about the NRMD's confidence. Only a small portion of taskforce Sumner's gamma (recon) detachment was present. Despite only having four /Folna? class patrol cruiser's the detachment was hardly packing lightly. The eight A-Wing Mk IIIs carried within were speedy sentries armed with CM-7 anti-ship missiles which could crack open anything up to a line frigate with the load onboard a single fighter. Unfortunately for the NRMD pilots their prescene was expected and despite having philot drive to jump them in to the edge of the system the /Folna/s simply weren't powerful enough to get a precise lock on any spot closer in system. The neccessity to use standard Ion Drives killed them. On the /Inscrutible/ a New Republic destroyer of the /Republic/ class alarms lit off the entier CIC as one. The ignition of unexpected ion drives clued the controllers as to the location of several unknown vessels whose prescence would almost certainly make them hostiles. captain Hiram Deg had been in the midst of a half sleep that only a ship's captain ever entered and found himself magically in the midst of the CIC even as his uniform lagged behind him in several pieces. "Report" "Intruders detected in grid 3594 by neg 7555 by 6328 bearings all fall between 341 and 342 at declination 20 sir," the senior watch officer responded snapping off an academy perfect salute that her captain returned while still forming up in his uniform. "We have initial drive analysis that seems to indicate they're something like our /Folna/ sir." "Good fast work commander," Deg responded, turning to address the CIC crew. 'and good work to all of you. Comms, get a tightbeam low power signal off to the rest of the unit, have them use manuevering thrusters only to begin clearing manuevers. CAG load up the K-Wings and send 'em packing heavy." A quick duet of "aye, sir"s greeted Deg's ears as his small force began preparing to strike back at the invaders. The CIC and the Bridge of his RSD suddenly burst into activity as the small force he commanded charged up turbolasers and set shields and engines to standby. Meanwhile the fighter bays were hives of activities as K-Wing Mk II bombers were brought into launch readiness with pilots streaming from hastily prepared breifings giving the vaugest of descriptions of the enemy but reminding them of one thing: the NRMD had MDD equipped vessels so keep manueverability up and target profile down. With that in their ears engines spun up and the last tags were removed from the attached concussion missiles. With all prepared Deg ordered his battle formation forward with only the quietest puffs from their thrusters. A vessel such as his was nigh upon undetectable if stationary at a mere 5000 kilometers, well inside weapons range. The fact that his opponents were smalelr and harder to see didn't bother Deg as he had good initial fixes on position, velocity, and base course that would give his fighters the chance to persecute an effective contact before things got too ugly. This they did, finding the NRMD scout vessels slowly tooling along their straight line course in system, displaying a contempt for the local forces present by having a mere four A-Wing Mk. IIIs on patrol. With a final signal between ships the RSD and her attendant frigates picked off the wayward fighters and turned their batteries on the patrol cruisers that had housed them. As one the four NRMD vessels began a tight cornering move designed to provide maximum shield protection against the heavy guns of the RSD and Nebulon B2 frigates. There was only one problem with this tactics, in turning they exposed their ventral hulls, with weaker shields as they sought maximum protection on the dorsal side, to the K-Wings of the New Republic. "Rapier one, firing seven," Captain Chelsa Mad'cet cried out. The space where the /Folna/s had been suddenly became a mass of twisting wreckage as over fourty CM-7 missiles vaporized all but one of the vessels, though the last one escapd with only dead engines, no shields, and a puntured hull. Nevisariat 'Sir," a yound ensign, so many of them around here Wilkens thought, called out rushin in to the main plannign room. "Data from the encounter at TRD-009. It appears that the units attacking us are a mirror to our own 4th Fleet with one of the taskforces detached, Apex it is believed." "That's Cindell's fleet," Wilkens said quietly. "He's dead of course but if his mirror twin, whatever is commanding then he's likely to try the same tactics and disposition. Anakin do you remember any of the critiques that came up with 4th fleet movements over the years?" Wilkens longtime advisor, and sometime Jedi friend took his time before responding. "Their operational pattern was always by the book, however we must assume that the 'book' for them is different from ours." "Not true," Brigadier General Hutniel K'lister said bluntly. "Their spec ops units have used almost exactly the same tactics we would and thats why we've been succesful against those pot heads. However their fleet just has enough firepower not to care about us knowing their tactics." "So they'll use the ones we expect," Wilkens said softly, a thought turning over in his head.. "An, you forgot one thing, we always planend out our forces with minimum dispersal because we were the only ones with MDDs and the rest had better conventional weapons." "So they'll keep them too tight in formation flight because they don't know we have the M-Wings back." "Which means the key is finding them before they find us." "Force save us if we don't, force save everyone if we don't" -- cmdrwilkens AIM: cmdrwilkens Star Trek writers are saying "This is great! Ever since Star Wars came out we haven't had a need for an original thought!" - Chuck ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 20:37:52 -0500 Message-ID: <9i8d5i$hq86c$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> Incoming Transmission Encrypted by Diplomatic Code 1092 Origin: Pablo Sanchez, Supreme Commander SRDC Armed Forces Destination: First Fleet Headquarters; HMS Hood; Hephaestus Defense Forces; Boyd Fleet Headquarters Despite our time spent on the sidelines, the SRDC is ready to begin operations. Because of obligations to our stockholders, were are reluctant throwing in our support to the Mars Pact. Due to a recent failure of our diplomatic communications network, we were forced to restructure it on a fundamental level. During this operation, we were temporarily cut off from communications. Because of our current lack of knowledge about the galactic situation, we are receptive to temporarily recieving marching orders from Boyd Command. The first fleet is being mobilized along with her reserves. This engagement will hopefully not last too long. It is time to prepare for a fundamental change in our managing structure. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 8 Jul 2001 02:35:21 GMT Message-ID: "Cmdrwilkens" wrote in news:_4O17.10176$PF2.2091228@news1.rdc1.md.home.com: > "Not true," Brigadier General Hutniel K'lister said bluntly. "Their > spec > ops units have used almost exactly the same tactics we would and thats > why we've been succesful against those pot heads. However their fleet > just has enough firepower not to care about us knowing their tactics." > > "So they'll use the ones we expect," Wilkens said softly, a thought > turning over in his head.. "An, you forgot one thing, we always planend > out our forces with minimum dispersal because we were the only ones > with MDDs and the rest had better conventional weapons." > > "So they'll keep them too tight in formation flight because they > don't > know we have the M-Wings back." > > "Which means the key is finding them before they find us." > > "Force save us if we don't, force save everyone if we don't" > HMCMMS Wayfarer. (A cookie to whoever gets the reference) A heavy freighter tore through space, pursued by an enemy cruiser. Bright red bolts of energy splashed against her rapidly flickering shields, probing for a weak point. The ship returned fire with a few small purple shots, but those failed to do anything more than irritate the cruiser. The A-Wings supporting the cruiser dove for the killing blow The freighter immediately shifted her fire to the fighters, blowing most of them out of space. The others went evasive and escaped destruction, for now. "I want that freighter destroyed. Now!" barked the captain of the NRMD cruiser. "Her shields are flickering, sir. Any moment now they'll fail." replied the tactical officer. "Sir, ship is maneuvering....she's opening gunports, sir!! Detecting multiple heavy gun emplace-" Wayfarer was a not an ordinary merchantman. She was a Q-Ship, roving the spacelanes, hunting pirates and privateers. And now, an enemy cruiser had decided to hunt her. The ponderous freighter completed her rotatation...and opened fire. Plasma batteries that should have belonged on superdreadnoughts accelerated their deadly cargo towards the enemy. Space filled with purple burst of energy, rending through shields and punching deep, gaping holes through hull. CIC was vaporized, the tibanna gas storage areas ignited, blowing straight through the hull, but the ship somehow surivived. The return fire that the cruiser managed to get off shredded the Q-ship's shields...and very nearly punched through the hull. The remaining A-Wings dove in for the kill. The weakened sensors and weaponry of the Wayfarer could not stop them all. A single CM7 missile broke through her outer screen...and detonated a fraction of a second before the ship folded. The detonation knocked the computer out, sending the ship's fold drive out of control... And straight into the Republic's secret staging grounds. "Any ships in the area, this is the Her Majesty's Armed Merchant Cruiser Wayfarer to any Republic ships in the area..." If you want it, Rob, you've got a Q-Ship complete with fold drive, hyperdrive, warp and B5-hyperspace (Confed's military likes flexibility, even if it takes more space), and a nice, big hanger. Shove some M-Wings in it and have fun. Needs a bit of repair, but I'm sure that can be arranged. Wayfarer-class Armed Merchant Cruiser 4km Long 10 Light MATRAP Visible, civilian-grade mounts. 30 Superheavy MATRAP (10 P, 10 S, 5 F, 5 A) Carried behind blast doors, sensor-stealthed 50 Point Defense ETHS 30 Superheavy Missile Tubes (9 P, 9 S, 6 F, 6 A) Currently mounting Standoff Proton Warheads 4 Octuple 'Box' Missile Lauchers Currently mounting short-ranged defensive missiles. Hanger Bay, support for 36 starfighters, 12 shuttles + crew Currently carrying 18 SF-4P starfighters, 4 Tanker/Tender, 8 Intersystem Shuttles ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 22:45:41 -0700 Ahh, good new postings, my newsreader had deleted the thread, in favor of more Spam, until now. "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:MhL17.6640$B56.1383962@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > > "rob.wn5" wrote in message > news:OEK17.6382$B56.1351006@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > > Last but not least, the number of Peacekeepers. There were 6 in the NRMD > fleet. One is dead (Silencer in Beowolfs ambush) 1 Is crippled (Deterrent > by Namothil), Tyrant was monitoring the ambush from outsystem and was able > to detect and record the signatures of the Empire fleet. It is presently > the Guard for the Captured NR Shipyards. 1 is attached to the forces > against the CIN and will be part of the force to take the gateway, 1 is > part of the force against the Boyd and Peacekeeper is surrounded by the 1st > fleet. > > There are 2 currntly under construction in the captured NR shipyards. I > suggest everyone take a look at the OOB on CmdrWilkens page so they realise > the size of the units arrayed against them. > > Rob Wilson > The Captain of _Gaia's Womb_ looked through her artificial eyes, It had been years since she had been mortally wounded by a Tiadani raid, her body had been crippled and had almost died when the collapsing bulkhead had shattered her 3rd and 4th Vertebrae. Paralyzed she had sought some means to maintain a forfilling life, despite her injuries. A chance had come when her Kith, built a new mothership class vessel, needing a central control, her body was placed in a tank of nutrient rich, oxygenated liquid, her brain was patched directly to the ship's vast sensors. She could not feel her old, body, have children of her own, but her new 'body' could, and with this body she could defend herself. Looking through the internal camera's of the Medical ship, she watched as the medical technicians tried to implements an 'Anti-Bozon' plasma bath treatment, on one of the Troll infected raiders. While she hated raiders, part of her stil l had doubts about experimenting with humans, or even creatures that were once sapient. Elsewhere she heard her sensor grid shout out warnings as parameter scout was suddenly silenced, with a thought she issued commands to the rest of her mining fleet. Her 'Children' were being attacked, it was time for her to defend, through her tac feed back she felt pain, as ships died, a massive attack on her mining base was underway, shredding through her defensive network of Defenders, Acolytes, and others, Her main ore processor was consumed in a maelstrom as the MDD's took their toll, desperate for measures, she recalled, the carrier's data link, and the blueprints of a damaged capitol missile of Sheppard's design, quickly she began making these weapons inside her, releasing them from the large opening in front of her rounded vessel. Trying desperately to flee, she found their interdiction cruisers had blocked her escape. Still she managed to kill a few of the invading ships with 'her' missiles, and some suicidal mimic scouts. Her energy absorbing fields managed to drain some of there power but still it was helpless. She woke up, and felt pain thought her body. Blackness followed and then it too was fallowed by cold. It was weird she was totally cut off from her sensors, blinder then she had been in years, she had the strange sensation that she was lying on something, hard, her body ached all over, deep down in her bones. she watched as a man entered her blank white cell. "We have reconnected the damaged neurotissue using some force techniques, and replaced your missing bones." He stepped closer to her, and she felt pain all over. "Your cyberlinkages are still intact, however your muscles have become greatly atrophied." he laughed "Your too valuable to kill, and people say that the Darkside can't be used to heal." he laughed again as he 'stimulated' her muscles with another jolt of force lightning. Elsewhere, The Farseer scanned the Variable sword with intensity, the weapon was sharper then his own powersword, and seemed to exist in more then one place at once. The distress call from Yos-Am Tai fleet command had came in the last transmission, was a report, the Anti-Bozon plasma could not reverse the troll process, but it could shield a ship from troll infection, and did have devastating potential as a weapon against them..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <8G%17.8275$WS4.1207938@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com> Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2001 17:12:26 +0100 "The Chimaera" wrote in message news:3B48AA11.475B@sweevo.cjb.net... Snip > > Again, Sweevo had worried. The Home Guard ships were vastly outdated by > CUIN standards - any threat that would need their help would devasted > his own forces... should he be worried? > > No, he was reassured, his fleet was...insignificant. > > But the trolls...? > > They couldn't speak for the trolls. Acting to no kind of logic or sense, > they simply...turned up. You dealt with them when they appeared. > > Any advice, he'd asked? Keep your head down... > > And so, here they were. Alone. Again. Nearly defenceless against a > galaxy full of nations large and small, any one of which could take > exception to the new arrivals. > > Sweevo sighed. The CIN would return. They'd bring techs, word of how > their negotions on the TTA's behalf were going with regard to > sovereignity in the Proximan system. Or they'd tell them to run, far and > fast. > > Sat now at his desk, Sweevo turned his attention to the exploration of > Proxima Prime, mentally wishing the CIN the best of luck. Captain Agtpi signed off on the encrypted orders he had recieved and made his way from the secure comms area to the main bridge. The Yevetha was always uncomfortable in his uniform, and took the opportunity to tug it this way and that in the turbolift, being the Captain of an RSD had many advantages but it also meant he had to act properly in front of his men. Curiosly this didn't include pulling the trousers out from the crack of his arse, he smiled in a predatory fashion as he thought of forwarding a request for new drill manouvres to be incleuded in the manual 'The Agtpi Dress shuffle'. The doors opened onto the busy bridge area, the quiet bustle of the many working sentients was augmented by the scents in the air, determination, calm, an undercurrent of concern and the tinge of fear. The last was upsetting to his stomaches, he had learnt that other species felt fear readily, but it was still alien to his thinking - the trouble that had caused him in the academy was the only real blemish on his record. Marshalling himself he moved throughout the room, talking to his crew, using the senses he had to tailor his comments to the individuals concerned. He found himself thanking his uniform sleeves for hiding the movement of his dewclaw in it's wrist sheathe as he talked to the young ensign who poluted the air with the stench of fear. Finally he motioned to his XO and Nav officer. They stepped into the breifing room off the main bridge and Agtpi told them of their orders. "Gentlemen, we have some excitement ahead. We are to take an Interdictor and control of Detachment Delta and move to these coordinates." He activated a screen built into the table and the map showed their destination. Lt-Commander Freia Magellan looked at the location, as the Nav Officer it was her job to get them there in the fasted time possible *and* coordinate the various attached ships plus recommend dispersals on arrival. "This area is well outside our borders sir, In fact it's practically on top of Sol!" "I know that Mr Magellan, However there is an ally of the CIN out there, and we are being sent to aid them whilst the CIN deals with it's own problems!" Agtpi wasn't angry with his subordinate, though deep in his ancestral mind the impulse to kill raged briefly. He was used to this, it was how the military operated. If he took the stiffly blinkered veiw his blood screamed was correct he would make easily avoided blunders. He saw it as a matter of pride how easily he fought down the kill reflex these days, indeed his claw hadn't even flexed. Freia was used to the military address protocols, with so many different species it was hard to tell who was male or female. The decision to go with purely male adresses was made to simplify matters (and as the female officers agreed, it stopped the bruising of the poor little male ego). "Sir! We'll be ready to go as soon as the ships join us." "Good, XO. We may have to face either Trolls or even elements of the NRMD. I want us on Alert from Jump minus 20 minutes and all fighters are to be ready for immediate dispersal on threat recieved." Commander Woomeesarklaa Barked his understanding, the furred haed bent over his personal datapad as he organised the necessary matters, his bandolier mounted translator switched off at the moment. "Very well Gentlemen, that is all. Carry on." Agtpi watched them leave to carry out their orders, he sighed - a curiously effective stress relief mechanism he had learnt at the Academy - the NRMD. He remembered the scuttlebutt flying around the 1st Fleets Senior Officers mess; they were Clones; they were truned to the Dark side; They were clones who turned to the Dark side! So many theories all designed to do one thing, keep their minds off the obvious conclusion all had reached. they were us, but with a different purpose, somewhere out there was a version of you committing atrosities without realising it as wrong - because to him it wasn't. Agtpi wished he could meet the other him, ask him Why? Take sup with him and talk on the ways their lives differed, was the other a Family head with a strong brood? Yes it would be nice to do that, then slice it's throat open and watch the scumsucker wriggle like a hatchling caught by a hungry Elder Sibling. ------- The NR RSD /Moon's Glory/ with it's attendant force jumped from the 1st Fleet area, towards the TTA to begin it's guard duty. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 8 Jul 2001 16:29:20 GMT Message-ID: The Chimaera wrote in news:3B48AA11.475B@sweevo.cjb.net: > Phong Nguyen wrote: >> > > > > Sweevo sighed. The CIN would return. They'd bring techs, word of how > their negotions on the TTA's behalf were going with regard to > sovereignity in the Proximan system. Or they'd tell them to run, far > and fast. > [three days later] A large freighter jumped out of foldspace, escorted by pair of medium frigates and a light carrier. The final delivery to the TTA's fleet was at hand...but time was short. Shuttles immediately began departing, moving their precious cargo. "This is a unique form of FTL drive, General. You've undoubtly been briefed on our 'hyperdrive' system, and why we can't mount it on your ships, or the fold drive, for that matter." "Yes...the stresses would tear our ships apart. Not something I'd be looking forward to." "Quite. However, what this drive does is open what is essentially a wormhole straight into hyperspace. Thus, any ship with even a Newtonian drive system may enter at will. We've also included the navigational systems for it. Also, we've given you a load of munitions, how to manufacture them, as well as some more advanced weaponry." "There's a specific reason for the drive we gave you. In case of a major enemy attack, run." "Furthermore, the diplomats have asked us to send word that you have been granted full rights over the Proxima System. You won't have to worry about another nation claiming it for themselves, not when most of the powers have concurred with the Confederation." "So essentially, we have full rights to the system, new technologies for our disposal, assistance whenever feasable for you...what do you want in return?" "Trade." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2001 18:20:24 +0100 "Phong Nguyen" wrote in message news:Xns72E284F84898Dphongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4... > Phong Nguyen wrote in > news:Xns90D87F10675A1phongnguyenusanet@130.133.1.4: > > > The Chimaera wrote in > > news:3B48AA11.475B@sweevo.cjb.net: > > > >> Phong Nguyen wrote: > >>> > >> > >> > >> > >> Sweevo sighed. The CIN would return. They'd bring techs, word of how > >> their negotions on the TTA's behalf were going with regard to > >> sovereignity in the Proximan system. Or they'd tell them to run, far > >> and fast. > >> > > "There's a specific reason for the drive we gave you. In case of a > > major enemy attack, run." > > > "Furthermore, the diplomats have asked us to send word that you have been > granted full rights over the Proxima System. You won't have to worry > about another nation claiming it for themselves, not when most of the > powers have concurred with the Confederation." > > "So essentially, we have full rights to the system, new technologies for > our disposal, assistance whenever feasable for you...what do you want in > return?" > > "Trade." ----- With a burst of Cronau Radiation the /Moon's Glory/ and her Escorts arrived at the edge of the Proxima System. The fleets sensors sweeping the area and picking up a number of contacts, including 4 CIN IFF's 2 frigates a Carrier and a freighter. The Forna's were already dispersing in 3 ship elements to open the available killing ground around the Force. A-wings and K-wings luanching in waves from all ships carrying them and forming up in Squadron formations with CAGs designating vectors and area's of responsibility. On the Bridge, The LT overseeing Comms was desperately trying to get the CIN to acknowledge the NR ships as friendly. Captain Agtpi moved to tactical to oversee the dispersal, the massive bulk of his XO moving to his side. The growls of the Wookie blending out in favour of the Translator on his Bandolier. <> "I concur, Ensign drop Shields. CAG move the Fighters to Fleet Flanks. Weps, Lock down all weapons sensors and set the emplacements to safe. Mr Magellan Turn us head on to the CIN ships." The Yevetha paused, then moved to the Comms station. "Lt make an immediate coded message to NR Fleet Command, a safe signal is needd to identify our vessels to all friendlies. immediate implementation strongly recommended." He then strode to the centre of the Bridge, "The next move is theirs... XO please ensure all damage control parties are in place and ready to act!" ------- Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 8 Jul 2001 17:53:40 GMT Message-ID: "rob.wn5" wrote in news:XF027.8481$WS4.1244794@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com: > > "I concur, Ensign drop Shields. CAG move the Fighters to Fleet > Flanks. > Weps, Lock down all weapons sensors and set the emplacements to safe. > Mr Magellan Turn us head on to the CIN ships." The Yevetha paused, then > moved to the Comms station. "Lt make an immediate coded message to NR > Fleet Command, a safe signal is needd to identify our vessels to all > friendlies. immediate implementation strongly recommended." He then > strode to the centre of the Bridge, "The next move is theirs... XO > please ensure all damage control parties are in place and ready to > act!" > Onboard HMCRS PCL-189 "Cronau Burst! Republic-class Destroyer, three Nebulon-B2 Frigates and two Ranger Gunships exiting hyperspace! IFF codes correspond to New Republic-Actual forces." "Any sign that they could be MilDict forces? Anomolies in design or transponder readings?" "No sir...we're recieving a hail...they're claiming that they friendlies. They've just dropped shields and have kept their fighters in close, but have position their bows towards us." "Keep the shields up, sensor focus on the ships. Inform Command, and see if those ships are friendly or not. And expedite the shuttle movements." "Aye sir...wait, incomming transmission from High Command; they've just informed us that we are to expect an Republic taskforce to relieve us." "Good...hail the Moon's Glory, and ask for some assistance in offloading our cargo." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 11:44:34 -0700 Message-ID: <3B48AA11.475B@sweevo.cjb.net> Phong Nguyen wrote: > > NRMD warships were roaming the Confederation at will. Only a few systems > had the massive system-wide interdiction field that could stop or at > least slow such attacks, the rest had fields far, far smaller. In the > opening moments of the offensive, the Home Guard had been smashed aside, > her surviving carrier and amphibious groups ordered to run to the massing > fleets preparing for a counterstroke. [Proxima Centuri] Through the viewport, General Sweevo watched as the Home Guard fleet disapeared into foldspace. Their withdrawal was sudden, but, said their captain, with good reason. The CIN faced a new threat, a powerful enemy, and they needed every vessel they could get. Sweevo was worried. The CIN had promised to help in bringing the TTA's tech up to a reasonable standard for this galaxy. In fact, they'd gone beyond reasonable - their ships would be very powerful for something that size when the techs had finished, with new missles, and new power-plants to greatly increase the capabilities of the laserlances, shields, and Warp drives. Sensors and communications too - being blind to half a system was clearly no good here. Of course, even with the CIN's generous help, the TTA would never be able to stand against even a minor power of this galaxy, altjough they may be able to run. But, he'd been told, this was an area of troll activity, and it had seen a marked increase since that first encounter. Nothing that they hadn't been able to handle - with the CIN's help. And, promised their Captain, nothing that they wouldn't be able to handle with the new weapons systems. But work hadn't even begun on these systems. They'd been awaiting the arrival of the CINs techs when the recall had come through. Again, Sweevo had worried. The Home Guard ships were vastly outdated by CUIN standards - any threat that would need their help would devasted his own forces... should he be worried? No, he was reassured, his fleet was...insignificant. But the trolls...? They couldn't speak for the trolls. Acting to no kind of logic or sense, they simply...turned up. You dealt with them when they appeared. Any advice, he'd asked? Keep your head down... And so, here they were. Alone. Again. Nearly defenceless against a galaxy full of nations large and small, any one of which could take exception to the new arrivals. Sweevo sighed. The CIN would return. They'd bring techs, word of how their negotions on the TTA's behalf were going with regard to sovereignity in the Proximan system. Or they'd tell them to run, far and fast. Sat now at his desk, Sweevo turned his attention to the exploration of Proxima Prime, mentally wishing the CIN the best of luck. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2001 20:02:42 +0100 "Namothil" wrote in message news:gkM17.11113$Kf3.120020@www.newsranger.com... > In article , rob.wn5 > says... Snip > > Vice Admiral Malthus scowled at the data he had received. The NRMD > seemed to have mobilized a force to hunt down the fleet. Thus far they > had only found a handful of corvettes and frigates, but that could change. > He sighed, and opened a wormhole link to the command sphere. "Admiral, > we seem to have a problem." > Admiral Ray scanned the data, and looked up. "So, they want to find us > that badly? Admiral Malthus, take your battlegroup and lure them to these > coordinates." > "As ordered." > Snip > > Admiral Ray looked over the reports. By most standards, it had been a solid > victory. But > most standards did not account for a fleet with his limited resources. That one > battle had > cost nearly a third of his total supply of Wormhole Missiles. Even worse, > dozens of ships > had been lost, including four irreplaceable Vindicators. Many ships had > sustained varying > degrees of damage. Maybe most would count this as a victory, but he could claim > no more > than a draw. And, if some of the information from the Republic on this enemy's > capabilities > was accurate, this had been a disaster. At least he should have delayed any > pursuit for some > time. "Orders to the fleet. Proceed to rally point Epsilon. We will hold > there for the > moment." ------ Decol fumed in his office, Taskforce Virtue had successfully found an element of the Enemy, and Beauty had jumped in to close the trap. They had even used one of the few Peacekeepers left to help crush the enemy. The fact the /Guardian/ ws undamaged was besides the point. It was now reassigned elsewhere by Wilkens so he was operating with an an escort light set of taskforces. He ordered the deployment of more probes and a watching brief on the fleets they knew of already. Admiral Dober didn't know how lucky he was to have died aboard his SSD in that little farce. Decol wanted to find the planets of these enemies and put the hurt on them, An invasion or two would even the balance and draw their ships to a place of his choosing. He looked into the reports from Taskforces Strength and Unity, they still had not located thier prey but were intensifying their efforts. ------- OOC All I can say is Fucking A. Nice job Namothil, I understand Beowolf is looking for an Ally. Might be the smart move. Have fun killing these guys. I'm off for a while, so will see everyone in about 2-3 hours. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2001 12:55:55 -0700 Weak as a kitten, the ship's soul crawled to the food left at the door to her cell. Her body was bruised from the violent contractions of muscles for the first time in longer then she could remember, she remembered who technitions had gentaly moved her limbs to keep the damage to a minimum, however, she had not felt resistance of real weight since the accident, much less the dark force fueled 'Isometric Therapy'. Cutting her off from her ship, wouldn't last, it couldn't they would die without eachother, however the invaders were trying to break her. The only reason for giving her back the use of body was so that she wouldn't die collaping into her grief like Dortea had. (Homeworld Cataclysm, after the battle for Higaria Dortea Senjak went into a catatonic state, since then the mothership, has been only operating at partial capacity) Still her body was still being maintained by a number of small robots, technology developed as a side effect of the Beast war. She knew she could safely eat just about anything, her microscopic robot's digested for her, once crippled body. Her tormentor walked in, "It's time for you to take a little walk" he sneered, throwing a hospital ship gown to the floor. "Now." he said as she felt the force lightning rip through her. Inside her she felt a ripple as the and the inorganics in the food she had eaten were turned into a new generation of machines, her first action was to double over in pain and vomit nanites and bile onto the floor of her cell. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Crayz9000 Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 14:20:51 -0700 Message-ID: Before he rembered his life-jacket on Sat, 7 Jul 2001 21:52:00 +0100, "rob.wn5" found "Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture" while drowning in alt.startrek.vs.starwars: >OOC >As a summary and bringing everything together sort of. Seeing as Greg is >not writing as Mirror Restar I'll use him for this. An Admiral tapped his cane expectantly, as he paced the floor of the briefing room. Other Admirals of the High Command sat assembled, but they were not going to debate anything. All the debates had taken place in the conference rooms beforehand. "Now," he began, using his cane to point at a holographic projection. "As you know, the New Republic has requested anyone's assistance in resolving the conflict with the New Republic Military Dictatorship. The Outworld Fleet has already launched several attacks on the NRMD, and destroyed one of their several Peacekeepers. However, from Intel reports, the NRMD brought nearly a half-dozen Peacekeepers into this universe. Using recent Intel data, we are going to attempt to destroy at least one." He paced the floor several times, surveying all the assembled commanders. Finally, he turned back and continued speaking. "You are all aware that we recently lost C-II Station Gamma due to a failed experiment. Unfortunately, we still do not know how to recapture the station, as no perfect countermeasures to the bozon generators have been developed. That will come in time, no doubt, but time is a precious commodity. "We will be commiting two Centurions, two Dreadnought-II Supercruisers, fifty Dreadnought-II Heavy Cruisers, seventy-five Victory-II mk.A Star Destroyers, one hundred Dreadnaughts, one hundred fifty Loronar Strike Cruisers, two hundred Nebulon-Bs, and two hundred Corellian Corvettes and Corellian Gunships." The Admiral paused to manipulate the hologram's controls. Soon, two galaxies appeared with a hazy reddish line connecting them. "The red line marks the path of the wormhole that C-II Station Beta will create. Permission has been obtained from the Outworld Fleet to insure that we will not be infringing on their space, but nonetheless we will not go near their worlds if at all possible." Several green dots moved along the red line, finally coming to a stop near several yellow dots. "The green dots represent our assembled taskforce. The yellow dots are the NRMD forces in the area, as specified by Intel." He cleared his throat, and looked expectantly at the commanders. "As for tactics, I trust all of you to follow these outlines. The two Centurion battlemoons will engage only a single Peacekeeper if at all possible. Supercruisers will engage only Executor-II Star Destroyers, and stay away from the Peacekeepers until all other threats are neutralized. I do not wish, and I suspect nobody wishes, to lose any of our heavy hitters." The hologram 'zoomed in' on the battlefield, which began to look like a blizzard of yellow and green dots. "D-II Heavy Cruisers will be assigned to fend off any Allegiances, Imperator-IIs, IIIs, or MonCal Star Cruisers. Victory-IIAs and below will cover any lesser ships, such as Republic-class Star Destroyers, Victory-class Star Destroyers, and MonCal Star Cruisers of the MC-70 series. If possible, the smaller ships should double up on the NRMD ships to ensure victory." Finally, one of the rear Admirals raised his hand. "What do we do about the Molecular Disruption Devices that their forces allegedly carry?" The Admiral on the podium sighed. "We don't know. Due to an alliance with the Omnipotent Trirumvirate, the New Republic has removed all such weapons, and as such we are unable to obtain basic design principles to study." He turned to a commander who was waiting on the side of the dais. "Now, Commander Morris will continue the briefing for the fighter squadron leaders." Morris stepped up on the dais, and looked at the rows of officers. "As the Admiral pointed out, we only have sketchy details to work with. But the NRMD's fighter force is divided evenly like our own, so we expect to be at least evenly matched." He tapped the controls for the holographic display, clearing the old wireframes. Shortly, a schematic of the M-wing starfighter appeared. "This is the M-wing starfighter, the heaviest starfighter in use by the New Republic and NRMD. It has been deemed roughly equal to the H-wing mkII in some respects, mostly because of its Dr. Device weapon, which is still used by the NRMD." He cleared the display again, and a schematic of the H-wing mkII appeared. "Now the Two is a faster ship, although somewhat larger. The M-wing is more manueverable, however, which means that H-wing squadrons will have to use their speed and heavier firepower to balance out the field." Morris consulted his papers. "Intel wants us to retrieve at least one intact M-wing, preferably with a working Molecular Disruption Device. They feel that Dr. Device may be our key to recapturing the missing Centerpoint II. As a result, all H-wing starfighters are advised to use their ion cannons on the M-wings." There was murmuring as the assembled commanders talked it over. "May I have your attention, please? Thank you. There are some other differences in our forces and theirs. Our A-wing starfighters, although they have been refitted by Quaynar Industries, are not as good as the ones employed by the NRMD, which are apparently at revision 3 or so. In addition, the X-wings employed by the NRMD are Enhanced X-wings, with the faster-fire wingtip cannon designed for use against the Yuuzhan Vong. And their B-wings have been mostly phased out by the M-wings, while we still use them. It is unknown if they still employ Sienar Fleet System's TIE designs." "Our priorities, commanders, will be to neutralize all NRMD starfighters as soon as possible, to lower the threat to our capital ships. Intel expects losses to be heavy, but do your best. Thank you." Morris stepped down from the dais, and took his seat again while the Admiral stepped back up. "I believe that covers all questions raised. Are there any more?" Everyone in the room shook their heads. "Then may the Force be with you." == Crayz9000 - - - - - - - - mhm28x12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 22:17:02 GMT In article , rob.wn5 says... > > >"Namothil" wrote in message >news:gkM17.11113$Kf3.120020@www.newsranger.com... >> In article , >rob.wn5 >> says... > > >------ > > Decol fumed in his office, Taskforce Virtue had successfully found an >element of the Enemy, and Beauty had jumped in to close the trap. They had >even used one of the few Peacekeepers left to help crush the enemy. The >fact the /Guardian/ ws undamaged was besides the point. It was now >reassigned elsewhere by Wilkens so he was operating with an an escort light >set of taskforces. > > He ordered the deployment of more probes and a watching brief on the >fleets they knew of already. Admiral Dober didn't know how lucky he was to >have died aboard his SSD in that little farce. Decol wanted to find the >planets of these enemies and put the hurt on them, An invasion or two would >even the balance and draw their ships to a place of his choosing. He looked >into the reports from Taskforces Strength and Unity, they still had not >located thier prey but were intensifying their efforts. "Admiral Cook, your report." Admiral Ray waited. Vice Admiral Cook, Intelligence Chief, replied. "Sir, there is little to report. The only item of any significance is related to the Peacekeeper that participated in our last conflict. It seems to have dissapeared. Intel provisionally considers it to have been reassigned, pending further data." She sat down. "Continue investigating. Admiral Sherman, your report." "All missile stocks are either fully replenished, or will be replenished within the next two days, with the exception of wormhole missiles. Wormhole missile stocks will not be replenishable for another two days, as production capacity needs to be devoted to replacing ordinary missiles. After that time, we can continue producing normal munitions, or replenish wormhole missile stocks, as you choose. Stocks of raw materials are running somewhat low, but not critically." Vice Admiral Sherman, Logistics Chief, sat down. "Very good. Continue production of normal munitions until wormhole missile stocks drop below twenty percent. General Young, your report." Each officer reported in turn, and received their orders. Finally, the meeting ended. Admiral Ray stood, and spoke one last time. "Proceed as planned. Destroy as many probes as practical within the decoy region." A corvette emerged into realspace, scanned, and fired on a nearby probe. It then vanished before any hostile forces could respond. Over and over this, or similar scenes were played out, as light units targetted every probe they could find. The attacks were insignificant, in and of themselves. But, in total, they produced an unmistakeable pattern, pointing to a nearby star cluster as a region of heavy outworld fleet activity. Compared with prior operations, this would lead inevitably to the conclusion that this cluster contained something to valuable to risk an enemy probe detecting it. That conclusion would be perfectly logical, and perfectly wrong. The cluster was in fact completely empty, aside from a handful of scattered smugglers. But, it would serve to draw the NRMDs attention. (OOC: The NRMD will not be able to find any of my systems, for the very good reason that I effectively don't have any. (Well, I do control one star system out in the middle of nowhere, but it would take a small miracle to find it, given that there are effectively no unnatural emmisions from it. Even if they do find it, there really isn't much they can do to cause damage there. Everything in- system is automated, and readily replaceable. (For now. That will change in the future.) As far as allying with Beowulf, I think we already have some sort of treaty. (Posturing thread.) Helping him is a bit problematic, since I cannot readily contact him. Beowulf, if you're reading this, and want assistance from my fleet, it would probably work best for your fleet to find mine, since my scouts are sort of busy smashing probes, and I don't want to disperse my main fleet quite yet.) Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show by good conduct that his works are done in the meekness of wisdom. James 3:13 Email:ray1@purdue.edu ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <1d627.9480$WS4.1442545@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com> Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 00:40:46 +0100 "Namothil" wrote in message news:yZ427.11869$Kf3.124834@www.newsranger.com... > In article , rob.wn5 > says... > > > > Snip > > A corvette emerged into realspace, scanned, and fired on a nearby probe. > It then vanished before any hostile forces could respond. Over and over > this, or similar scenes were played out, as light units targetted every probe > they could find. The attacks were insignificant, in and of themselves. But, > in total, they produced an unmistakeable pattern, pointing to a nearby star > cluster as a region of heavy outworld fleet activity. Compared with prior > operations, this would lead inevitably to the conclusion that this cluster > contained something to valuable to risk an enemy probe detecting it. That > conclusion would be perfectly logical, and perfectly wrong. The cluster was > in fact completely empty, aside from a handful of scattered smugglers. But, > it would serve to draw the NRMDs attention. ----- Colonel Dasker finished briefing, Waitng for the Fleet General to give his pronouncement. "So your sure it's a trap?" Decol sat in his chair, thoughtfully rubbing the knuckles of his left hand with his right. "Yes sir, though the probes being destroyed are giving no information, the probes in surrounding area's and stealthed probes are giving us a reasonably clear picture. They are earmarking this system for us to blunder into." The Rodian punched up the relevant charts on the main veiwer. "Hhmm. Well Blesm, you upto a scrap?" Decol brought the new commander of Taskforce Beauty into the discussion. "Yes sir I think so. The loss of the majority of our light ships and M-wings stung us, but we have analysed the assualt and think we can give a better showing of ourselves this time." The young Admiral was clearly eager to make up for the blemish on his units scorecard. "Take a couple of days to integrate the remains of Virtue into your own." That raised the eyebrows of all present, the lack of a new commanding officer assignment to Virtue had not gone unnoticed in the mess, but no one had seen them being disbanded as a possible future. "I only wish I could give you more but some of Virtues big ships were in need of repairs. Get in there, spring this trap and then hound the shattered remnants of the attackers back to their home. Level the place and then get back here." "Yes Sir! What should I do with the rest of the day sir?" The Bothan grinned. Grett Decol wheezed with laughter, he liked the confidence in this Staff - even after their recent setback. "Why not visit the local hairdresser and get your body permed." The Staff room disolved into further laughter, and The Fleet General allowed it to die away before turning to the Head of Taskforces Strength and Unity. "I understand the probes are gathering some nice results for you. I suggest you start to close the net on that force in your area. Lets start getting off the back foot and ramming our fists down these guys throats!" ------- OOC Have fun Namothil, make it bloody and make it good. All yours. The opponents are mostly large ships expecting an ambush, they have no clue as to where your home system is and are lacking in M-wing units (Half a squadron at most in the Taskforce facing you) they are spoiling for a fight and are expecting an ambush. If you can get an ally to join you in hitting them it could help. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: hooloovoo@acmemail.net (Beowulf) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 8 Jul 2001 23:55:43 GMT Message-ID: Namothil wrote: >(OOC: The NRMD will not be able to find any of my systems, for the very >good reason that I effectively don't have any. (Well, I do control one >star system out >in the middle of nowhere, but it would take a small miracle to find it, >given that >there are effectively no unnatural emmisions from it. Even if they do >find it, there really isn't much they can do to cause damage there. >Everything in- system is automated, and readily replaceable. (For now. >That will change in the future.) >As far as allying with Beowulf, I think we already have some sort of >treaty. (Posturing thread.) Helping him is a bit problematic, since I >cannot readily contact him. Beowulf, if you're reading this, and want >assistance from my fleet, it would probably work best for your fleet to >find mine, since my scouts are sort of busy smashing probes, and I don't >want to disperse my main fleet quite yet.) OOC: Right. My fleet is at your disposal. "Sir! Our scouts have found the Outworld Fleet," an anonymous technician said. "Send the _Ticonderoga_ to contact them," Beowulf responded. Beowulf ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars From: Namothil Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Mon, 09 Jul 2001 01:50:41 GMT In article <1d627.9480$WS4.1442545@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com>, rob.wn5 says... > Grett Decol wheezed with laughter, he liked the confidence in this >Staff - even after their recent setback. "Why not visit the local >hairdresser and get your body permed." The Staff room disolved into further >laughter, and The Fleet General allowed it to die away before turning to >the Head of Taskforces Strength and Unity. "I understand the probes are >gathering some nice results for you. I suggest you start to close the net >on that force in your area. Lets start getting off the back foot and >ramming our fists down these guys throats!" > "Sir, they seem to have taken the bait." "Excellent. Signal Admiral Malthus. It is time to begin the dance." "Understood." A division of Vindicators dropped into realspace, escorted by almost six hundred lighter units. HVMs lanced out at point-blank range, as lances of energy snarled across the gulf of space. Turbolaser bolts tore at fleet shields, and HBMs answered. And then the MDDs came into play. One Vindicator disintegrated, along with a few lighter units. And then the second jaw of the trap struck. Hundreds of missiles slammed into the NRMD fleet. After the last battle, they were expecting this, and turbolaser bolts lanced out to meet the missiles. At the same time, a force of ships (OOC: remnants of one taskforce's alpha detachement) transited to the position of the firing ships. They emerged into an inferno. The counter had been anticipated, and every one of the waiting ships was expecting the attack. Missiles flashed out, and then the ships disappeared. To anyone watching, it would seem to be a complete rout. Anyone, that is who had failed to note the nature of the firing ships. The NRMD had not completely failed, but they failed to realize how many ships had been present, rendering the retreat completely believable. And likewise rendering the initial strikeforce's retreat equally believable. The NRMD fleet followed, convinced that they were being lead to their target. They dropped into realspace, and into an empty system, just in time to see the last traces of outbound jumps fading. And then the missiles crashed in again, this time targeting the heavier ships exclusively. Following hard on their heels came a massed fighter strike. Thousands of fighters charged through, hammering the command ships again. What fighter screens could be prepared were brushed aside with laughable ease. Turbolaser fire proved more effective, but could not stop the tide. And then the final hammer-blow fell. Every ship battlecruiser-size or larger jumped in, englobing the NRMD fleet. Missiles crashed home, and ships died. A Sovereign exploded, hammered by hundreds of missiles. An Avenger disintegrated under massed MDD fire. Both fleets blasted away, the fleet commander determined to destroy his enemy, and the NRMD admiral refusing to admit defeat. Pride had brought him to the field, and that pride doomed his command. But it was still a potent force, and it exacted a heavy toll. Finally, the outworld fleet broke off, vanishing too rapidly to be followed. The NRMD fleet was in ruins, but to continue the battle would invite more losses than it was worth. Two more Vindicators had been lost, and nine more would be out of action for several weeks. Over three hundred ships of various classes had been lost. In exchange, they had destroyed or disabled almost every ship lighter than a cruiser, and left a shattered fleet. But the price was far too high. The fleet had expended more missiles than expected, and lost too many heavy ships. "Resume raiding operations. No concentration of ships containing a command vessel is to be attacked without my specific authorization." Admiral Ray stared out into space. He had no choice but to maintain the tempo of operations. The NRMD could not be allowed to realize his weakness. But the price was terrible. (OOC: Once again, higher losses for my fleet. At this point, I've lost roughly a fifth of my total complement of Vindicators. (As it stood at the start of this STGOD, that is.) The Vindicators are being kept somewhat out of action, since their shields don't help against Dr. Device. OTOH, those two task forces are effectively out of action. As a side note, I'd call this something of a pyrrhic (sp?) victory for both sides Outworld fleet objectives were obtained, but at an excessive cost. NRMD objectives were not really obtained, but then, they were unobtainable, seeing that they couldn't follow my fleet to its non-existent homeworld. :) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: uni-berlin.de!fu-berlin.de!news1.ebone.net!news.ebone.net!diablo.theplanet.net!news.theplanet.net!newspost.theplanet.net!not-for-mail From: The Chimaera Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 19:24:09 -0700 Lines: 93 Message-ID: <3B4915C8.1D04@sweevo.cjb.net> References: <3B48AA11.475B@sweevo.cjb.net> <8G%17.8275$WS4.1207938@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com> Reply-To: the.chimaera@hungerfordtownband.fsnet.co.uk NNTP-Posting-Host: modem-494.munchkin.dialup.pol.co.uk Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Trace: newsg3.svr.pol.co.uk 994616305 4504 217.134.93.238 (8 Jul 2001 18:18:25 GMT) NNTP-Posting-Date: 8 Jul 2001 18:18:25 GMT X-Complaints-To: abuse@theplanet.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.04 (Win16; I) Xref: uni-berlin.de alt.startrek.vs.starwars:225848 rob.wn5 wrote: > The NR RSD /Moon's Glory/ with it's attendant force jumped from the 1st > Fleet area, towards the TTA to begin it's guard duty. > > Rob Wilson [Briefing room aboard the Nomad] Four days had passed now since the CIN freighter's arrival, with it's cargo of weapons and technology, devices that the scientists back on Earth would never have dreamed possible. All of it had been ferried across to the Nomad's holds...and there it stayed. "...and they fled," finished Holley, putting his report on the table. "It was only a small force," he added. "Under any other circumstances, this would have been a marvellous victory." Sweevo shook his head, but didn't speak. Everyone down the table knew what Holley meant. Under any other circumstances, two Stingrays would be en route from Alpha Prime already to replace the losses of their latest troll encounter. As it was, those were two more ships - four more lives - that he just could not afford With the increase of troll activity, the frieghter's arrival had posed Sweevo a problem. Should he start outfitting his ships with the new technology, essentially taking them out of comminsion for a few weeks? Or should he keep them out there, vigilante against the constant troll threat? In the end, he'd gone with the latter. Not that the CIN's techs had been left to amuse themselves. "How's the work on the production lines going?" One of the techs answered. "No problems so far, sir. We'll have them ready by tommorrow." Good, he thought. Soon, the Nomad would be producing the new munitions needed for the CIN's strange new weapons. It had, as it turned out, been the right decision not to take the ships in. Mere hours after the Home Guard had made for Confederate space, a message had arrived from yet another power, this one calling itself the New Republic, saying that the CIN had been in touch, and they were sending a task force now to aid them against the Trolls and whatever else threatened them while they upgraded their ships. Soon, that taskforce would arrive, and the first of the inteceptors brought into the safety of the Nomad's hanger. Another officer started his report, and Sweevo listened with half an ear. The mining of resources from what, in their own galaxy, would have been the Proximan Homeworld, had started, and was going well. The sources of the materials had been easy to find, located in the same places as they were on the planet's war-torn counterpart. Some of this was already being taken to the freighter, to replace the munitions that had come from its holds. What Sweevo worried about was what the CIN expected in return. They had been very generous, but surely they couldn't expect much? Trade, the freighter captain had said, but had been unable to elaborate when pushed. The TTA fleet had little to offer, its own tech vastly inferior, and its new mining operation barely off the ground, and at increased risk of destruction with every Troll raid. But there was huge potential - the Proximan system was fairly rich in minerals and resources, although the galaxy's events and the system's proximity to various other nations had caused the powers that be to leave it alone. Maybe that was what the Confederation hoped for - a grateful bunch who'd mine the system for them, at least for a while until the debt was repaid. And then there was the prospect of more trade... There was a warbling from Sweevo's pocket, interrupting the officer's report. Sweevo lifted the device from his pocket and listened. Ah, good - the Republic taskforce had arrived. Now, work could start on the intecepters. After walking the Nomad's own people through the ships refitting, the CIN techs could get back to the freighter, and they and their escorts could head back to the main fleet, to defend their nation against the new threat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 00:03:00 -0700 She hated being dependant on others, now others were dependant on her, if she gave in, she could be _Centre_ again, but it would be at the whim of her captors. Her 'Uniform' was somewhat embarrassing to her, having spent the last few years inside a heated tank, in her 'dreams' she had been allowed to do anything she had want to experience, wars, adventures, romances, as _Centre_ her body had been capable of devestating asteriods and had controlled fleets of drones through her Phased Tachyon Telemetry systems. "Yes, I will do what ever you ask just let me link, again." the addicts quaivering was not faked, she need the connection, she also had a plan, being dependant on conquerers was not her style. Her memories recalled the images of Khara, and the hospital reports of a liberated resourcer crew that had been captured by Taidani soldiers during the first war. Still leaning against her captors she slumped unconcois as her body gave way to her other body. She was _Centre_ information flowed to her, restricted by the locks her captors had implanted on her machine body, just as restaints bound her flesh body. On board, Commander Greysen looked down at his prisoner, she was starting to fill out some, over that last week, still the cybernetics left her bald, and looking simular to a 'Lobot', He had been chosen for this mission because of his expertise in using his force abilities to 'Presuede' others into seeing the NRMD's point of view. Purhaps Wilkens would promote him for his rapid sucess, he had figured right, she cared too much for the others under her authority, and she was addicted to the interface. "Sir, she is starting to build a new Peacekeeper for us!" came the cry from a nearby ensign. He smiled as soon as this was completed he would show her both carrot and stick. He would have her moved from her cell, but he would also intensify his work on her body. Elsewhere, a leech probe, had disengaged it's self from one vessel to another, small in size, and mostly cloaked the tiny machine, traveled on it's preprogrammed route looking for vehicle ID signatures. Finaly it found what it was looking for an ISD turned Cargo ship. Moving with speed the droid completed the mission that _Centre_ had sent it on over a week ago. Sheppard watched as _Centre's_ holoavatar hovered before him, the small droid had sent a message, she was going to be in need of assistance, and while she found him personally reulsive, her situation had left her desparte, and he was the nearest person with sufficient force that could help her. Her last plan before capture had been to make a deal with a devil. Knowing of the capture of the Mothership, and her Centre the remnaints of Kith Yos-Am Tai looked about with, suspicion, there were enemies everywhere. With the Kith and Fenari raids, and my travels earlier I had taxed this power to the maximum, I fought the need to sleep, I had to find out about Centre's safety. I moved to gaze in the mirror, just as a graceful form stepped through. With a gental push, the Farseer knocked me to the floor and blackness consumed me. "Is he dead?" asked the Boyd Grunt "No, he's a Werebear, when magical fatigue get's the better of them they Hibernate. The beast should awaken in a few months." Ending Dispatch ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 04:26:33 +0100 "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:1Gs27.18302$B56.3306153@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... > OOC > > Hopefully there should be enough impetus to carry this through the > week and I trust you all to make this a fun read for all. With the return > of Boyd, I predict the future return of Kynes and a lot of background > politiking as they settle things here.... hopefully tying you all in for > some real fun and games. So much for my amazing prediction powers! Ok Jon has left for whatever percieved reasons, so instead it will be upto the Mods to come up with new idea's to follow your writing the gradual destruction of the NRMD (could i ask sonme of you to leave small elements of the NRMD to be collected by the NR for after the STGOD. not many the odd Carrack and such maybe damaged ships and troop formations.. you don't have to if you don't want to.) I couldn't find a force post for Pablo's forces so i played it safe, Am I right in Calling them the SDRC? -------- From high above the galactic plane, it was impossible to distinguish individual stars, let alone the fires of destruction that ran rampant across differing sectors. From this perspective the titanic energies and climactic changes to the lives of trillions simply mattered for naught. Even the removal of planets was having no real noticeable effects, though as the millenia progressed and the Galaxies spun in their courses, gradual infintesimally small wobbles would occur among the star clusters ; possibly a star system might collide with another 2500 millenia sooner than otherwise and the resultant flash would be briefly visible. Yet even this mattered less than nothing to the power and majesty theGalaxies themselves embodied - of course some had an entirely different veiw on the matter! ------ Retaining clamps fired and the engines screamed to life, the thrusters spinning the bulk of the freighter even as it backed out of it's berth at it's best possible speed. Onboard the Merchant crew were on the brink of panic, with nervous energy and fear-produced adreneline all that allowed even a semblance of functionality. The comms officer screaming out the repeats of the Stations Traffic Control designated exit lanes. The Captain trying to will her ship to new speed almost tempted to get out and push if she thought it would make a difference. Her Eyestalks swept to the left viewpoint as something swept past at speed. "Shields! Now!" The K-wings swept across the huge craft as it ponderously manoeuvred, Their heavy rockets locked to the stations defenders. The SDRC fighters were big and heavily shielded, but they were heavily outnumbered. The ones hit were smashed around hitting those around them and disrupting the formations. The K-wings broke and ran, with A-wings running interference with their ability to cycle in and out of the SDRC range as the fighters played their games. The M-wings appeared from the haze of jamming on the opposite side of the Station, the stampede of Civilian traffic providing them with excellent cover to close on their target, weaving through the ships trying to escape. The Stations guns unable to track and engage them, as from relative safety they fired their MDD's. The Station and the palnet it orbited were dead and they had about 2 minutes to realise it. Running well ahead of any pursuit the NRMD fighter elements took advantage of the confusion as the SDRC controllers vectored the fighters in two different directions as differing orders were passed from the planet and the local command on the Station. Normally this couldn't happen but the command structure was disintegrating almost as fast as the MDD targets. The appearance of an RSD put paid to any lingering thoughts of vengance, with no more calls from their controllers the Squadron Commanders exercised their executive powers and moved their men to cover the Civilian traffic from further threat, knowing that the safe transport of cargo was the lifesblood of their Trade Empire. Onboard the NRMD RSD /Spire/ the CAG signalled all fighters as retreived with minimal casualties, none amongst the M-wings. The Captain looked at the next target on their hitlist, again a border outpost and again one that traded with the False Republic. He motioned to his XO to engage the Hyperdrive and then walked into his Office to have a soothing Caf. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Enemy reinforcements started to arive at his targets ahead of him, but atleast he had the easy ones, there were units of 10-15 Cruisers hitting other targets as the squeeze was put on the SDRC's wallet. --------- The Confederacy was having a bad day the HomeFleet was thankfully doing it's job, but the fringes were taking a hammering. However the news that the Hindenburg Class Heavy Dreadnaughts were proving a good deterrent to the enemies cruisers in combat (using their ranged weaponry to try to prevent the Cruisers from using thier MDD's and the fighters were making it a costly place for M-wings to play.) was one that made things nearly bearable. The enemy cruisers had been by far the most numerous of the raiding parties to date, seemingly flitting Hither and Yon smashing againast planetary defences in one system only to carve out trade convoys half a galaxy away within minutes. In the R&D Labs the CIN Techs worked feverishly to find a way to Counteract the damnedable Dr Device. The Variable swords the Yos-am-Tai had provided had been a godsend, but it was only a start, they needed to pool research with their allies and soon. -------- The 6th Fleet hung well outside the influence of their Target. The massive energies of the Sensor systems eminating from the systems they were to hit ironically made pinpointing the actual projecting units harder *not* easier. The massive power meant that so far the ESM specialists had largely been reduced to saying "Somewhere in this quadrant of x system" instead of the usual string of coordinates that nailed a transmitter to within 100 metres. The General Staff were forced to plan attacks that involved flooding area's with dispered ship groups unitl they could all converge on target. Their use of an instantaneous drive meant that they could still converge within 5 seconds of arrival insystem, but it still left a window for mistakes and was not the best allocation of resources. At least it would allow for the blinding of the enemy before the real campaign of invasion could progress. The "Targets" watched their Class-II sensors displays. The Fringe returns were indicating a possible build-up of a large force but whoever it was, was not giving them a good enough picture, even from the combined data from all th border AWAC's. O'Farrell ddi *not* like this. He started to plan with his staff to deal with any possible attacks. He had heard of the drive of this "New Republic Military Dictatorship" and the fact they would have almost no warning was something he needed to counter with a good deployment. --------- The Troll Force under the command of Kathryn Jordan moved at it's best speed towards the stricken Centerpoint II Station. The Decrepit nature of the Taskforce meant it was not exactly breaking any records, but then they had the advantage of sheer numbers, plus the luck of the SCEF concentrating on a different enemy. The abomination of Non-TOWNMNBM's worshiping Trolls needed to be cleansed. On the Straw and filth matted bridge of the lead vessel, Kathryn squirmed and writhed. The Skin of her abdomen bulging and crawling, accompanied with the rustling and tearing sounds of the dry skin. Finally there was a massive expulsoin of gas, and her bowels voided acros her chair, the noxious fluids and mushy solids sliding everywhich way. The cloud of green fumes parted as the female troll bend over the mess of semi-solid and liquid waste, picking carefully through it. With an exclamation of delight she shambled into an almost erect posture and lurche d to the walls, the cupped hands overflowing with choice effluent. Screaming her triumph she began to smear and scrawl it against the wall, the other trolls wtching with rapt attention. Finished she stepped back and bathed in the radiance of her own genius. The crews applause confirming her witty and sophisticated missive was another masterpiece of creative expression. \\ yu allll sux. I aM Goimg To Baetz Ever1\\ ---------- The NRMD 5th Fleet Briefing Room was not a place for the faint-hearted, The sight of a Correlian Fleet General in a cold rage was frightening, the room temperature almost dropping in sympathy with the ice from his stare. The performance of Taskforce Beauty had not been exemplary. He now had to turn to his most experienced commanders those of Strength and Unity to deal with the problem he faced, the Probes had detected the drive signature of the second enemy - inside the area of the first! However they had also been detected elsewhere and that meant a possibility of a united threat. On top of this there was a trace of a Third Drive signature, hard to pin down but a definite different technology. With a new element the NRMD veterans would have to draw on all their knowledge and wits to extract the best from the situation. ET Enigma stared at OOM as it zipped across to him. The globe displaying a a gruff heavily-built man. His voice came across with a slight accent, "Well the Transponder sigs definitely mark them as ships from the 5th Fleet, Taskforce Beauty mainly, though a few were Unity. You say your allies, these Outworlders, Gave them a drubbing? Not bad!" New Republic Fleet General Grett Decol put down his Datapad and looked at ET Enigma "I have to say though the worst is yet to come. You have and your friends have to face Strength and Unity. Lucky for you, their Commanders are right here." He smiled and motioned to Admirals forward. " At least I presume they are the same on their side. We will send you some wargame data, just sorry we couldn't be there in person." ------- The Soveriegn appeared next to the Massive processer ship, and the NRMD crew moved with one purpose. The Officers quarters onboard were hit simultaeously with the bridge and garrison barracks. The former commandant Placed in Force Chains and dragged off. Numerous Jedi moved through the other crewers, struggling to contact the force and scan the possibly tainted members. How a Dark side adept had managed to get into place was scary, that he had been confused and twisted enough to actually contact the Fleet command and boast of having used his abilities to subdue the control entity of the Processer was staggering. Touching the Force here was hard but the Idiot had clearly become totally unhinged. In the control centre the new Command staff tried to talk with the Entity but it was feared the damage was done, They would have to continue with the plans but a watch was needed to ensure the jobs were done properly. In the mean time the Jedi were readying their prisoner for questioning. They had to know how many more Dark siders there were in the Fleet. -------- OOC Will get the next parts out soon, they are standalones so No worries. I hope everyone enjoys playing with their NRMD toys. :-) Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "rob.wn5" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 06:16:00 +0100 "rob.wn5" wrote in message news:OEK17.6382$B56.1351006@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com... Snip > > Deep within that pink area, a small minded grotesque cradled a grime > and filth encrusted childs toy. The mishapen mouth moved constantly and > random sounds constantly emerged. They would make no sense to a sane > person, but to the Trolls that knelt before him they were great commands. > > > "Paul, my Shitlicker General, I require that you bring me one of these > ~unknownword~Keepers. I need the power they will give to me." TOWNMNBM's > demanded. > > "But my Crepulous Highness, we have Shuttles and a Delta Flyer! What > need have we of the inferior weapons and ships of the infidel?" The blast > of Bozon Energy that was the reaponse to the Gallic ones question, was > enough to cripple even him. "Sorry Master, please let me suck upon the > nubbin between your legs in a sign of supplication." > > "Elim, you are to find the hateful ~Unknownword~Master and destroy his > Station." The sucking and slurping of Paul, all but drowned out Elims > answer but the Troll left to do his masters bidding. > The room itself was larger than most would feel necessary for what was, to all intents and purposes, an Airlock! The walls were wood panelled, the floor Deep-pile carpeted and the ceiling covered in exposed beams and rafters of Oak. If properly lit, doubtless it would give the air of a grand old manor house - A tudor mansion perhaps or a well appointed country house. It was not well lit though. In fact it was quite dark, almost pitch black, the only light coming from the large panelled door at one end. A cherry glow was slowly spreading from the edges and as it spread, it change d to an angry red and then a fierce white! Finally it became bright enough to blind ..... and then vanished. With a dull, muffled thud the Door fell inwards onto the carpet, it's crossection betraying it's nature as a foot thick outer airlock door. There was a slight shuffling, then two large figures lurched into the doorway Shouting "Hut,hut,hut,hut AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh". Both fell to the floor, the air filled with the smell of burning rubber and flash-fried Flesh. The Trolls rolled about clutching at their feet where they had stood on the just thermited doorframe, trying to overcome the pain of having their bootsoles melted into the bones of their feet. "Fools" Shouted Elim, "It are 'Cottage' not 'Hut'! What type of fool you make us look?" He shot both injured trolls in the Ass with his Taser and watched them freeze as their muscles locked. He motioned 4 others forwards and pointed at the 2 prone figures. "Now you use your heads!" He said grinning. After the passage of a few more minutes he turned to the 4 others, "What you waiting for? Pick them up!" "But you say, them to use heads. We waiting!" "Fools! Pick up and use as Rams on Door!" Elim grimaced, he had been waiting years to use his toy and say that line and the Idiots had spoiled it. He despaired sometimes, he absently bit off a mouthful of Chewing Turd and watched as the 4 Trolls reduced the other 2 to mush against the inner door. Obviously they just were not of the right callibre! Well if you wanted something doing... "Time to use *my* head", With that he Tasered himself. ---------- With a series of bangs and crashes the Inner door gave, it's 6 inch thickness of DU inferoir to the density of the object hitting it. The slightly woozy figure of Elim wobbled into the Stations main ring corridor, Looking around he called back <> Nothing happened, he thought deeply for an hour then scratched his arse. He snapped his fingers - producing a muffled click as they were deep between his leathery cheeks at the time - of course! He had been speaking in High Troll, and these cretins were not sufficiently evolved to understnd that yet, not having bathed in the piss of TOWNMNBM's. "Get fat bodies here now!" He yelled and then was flattened as 40 trolls steamed through the doorway. "Get off my leg, good. Now we find the Low...Lon...lin...Lop... GRrr MonkeyMaster." A young and still unevolved troll raised it's hand tentatively "Should we split up into search parties sir!" The Howls of derision almost blew him back into the ship. "FOOL! FALSE! What if find Monkey? Will bring back to me? Will call me? IDIOT! If all together will be faster to get back with Monkey. Look at firgures, you divide the numbers and the Number of Groups rises. That make amount of time rise by same number. Don't you now about Chaos Theory? I am Master of Numbers and I say 1 group is faster!" --------- They moved through the darkened stacks, the creak and rustle of the books making then all instinctively walk in the centre of the aisle. Curious a small troll reached up and picked up a book. "What are this?" "That are a False book thing." Proclaimed Elim, glad to show off his knowledge to the others. "Unlike real book, this have no pictures, only scrawl!" The collected gasp of the trolls bolstered him to continue expounding his expertise "They am dangerous, hateful things. Try to trick person into believing FALSE! Bad, wicked things. No pop-up, no pictures, no schematics even. No not laugh, is true. Just scrawl and nothing el - NOOOO!" He lunged forwards but it was too late, the small one had opened the Book. With a flash the words had him, the intro credits contained many syllables and this alone hurt, but the addition of the word 'Thanks' did the big damage. The explosion of his head covered all in goo and slime his expanding brain stem gleaming in the light of their torches. "Destroy it NOW! Stop it growing or we in trouble." The trolls needed no encouragement flailing with clubs and knifes they butchered the threat and tried to hit the book. Yet it serenly flapped it's covers and sailed off into the darkness. "Now all know, Libraries BAD. Never trust False books. Never go to Libraries!" Elim lead his frightened men deeper into the stacks. ------- Onboard the Troll ship something strange was happening to the Airlock tube. The door had developed a series of ten dents in it's lower surface and was slowly grinding downwards. With a clank it locked in place, then a slit appeared in the wall and strated to move up and around. It was about an inch wide and described a circle around the circumference of the tube. For a wonder the automatic inner door systems still worked and after a minute of outrushing air it closed. In the bridge the Duty troll hit the alarm until it stopped making the infernal racket and went bck to reading his Pig/Horse Porn Mag. The veiw through the heavily encrusted windows would have shown the receding station - if he had looked. Lurker moved around the ship, down towards it's powercore, there he stood for a while enjoying the flow of Anti-matter across his warp field, then he followed the flow to where it met the matter. Once there he started to absorb the matter flow, letting the Anti-matter bulid without a full reaction. "What are the light?" The junior engineer asked, pointing at his console. "Nothing!" the Chief Troll Engineer announced and went back to picking his nose. "But are flashing. Must be something. Is a problem?" The Junior frowned at the light. "False! We use bestest Techy. It are perfect. Not go wrong." The Chief had 4 fingers up his nostril, this one was a toughy, really jammed in there. "Is light wrong?" The puzzled junior asked. "False! We use bestest Techy. It are perfect. Not go wrong." The Cheif rammed his entire fist up his nostril. "So am my eye's wrong?" The junior asked, whilst secretly astounded at the ease with which his superior ahd handled the tricky technical aspects of his questions. "False! We am Perfect. Not go wrong." The cheifs elbow disappeared into his nose and soon the shoulder would be touching it. "Wow, you am Genuis, chief!" Lurker stepped through the core containment wall and looked around, behind him he ahd left a Lurker shaped hole in the Wall. The unreacted AM flooded the compartment and in a series of reactions the troll ship ceased to be. --------- Inside, the Troll party moved to the desk at the centre of the Stacks. It had a small lamp, switch was on, In the middle of the desk was a piece of paper. Elim motioned on of his group forwards. The nervous private picked up the sheet and frowned. "E-e-k, O-o-o-k, E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-k!" He looked at the bottom of the page "P-T-O! What mean Pto?" He truned back to Elim and let the paper go, as it fluttered he noticed more on the back, "Silly Idiot. Him not put paper down right way. Scrawl on the back, see!" He held it for the others to see, they all agreed - whoever had written the scrawl had been silly to put it down the wrong way up. "O-O-K, S-M-A-S-K. What am OOK Smask? Oh wait is H. What am OOK Smash?" 30 feet above their heads, an exasperated Loremaster thought "Finally!" and dropped from the rafters. SMASH!!!! "Look Monkey fell on 812. It killed him! Silly fat monkey.... Why it grinning....AAAaarrggghhhhh" Went the Anonymous troll. ----------- Lurker drifted through the station, this time not concentrating so not reacting with the material it was made of. He moved towards the sounds of the screams. He saw a troll running towards him and smiled to himself. The troll went in onestep from running scared to drifting spray. Of course inside Lurker it had taken days of incredible torture for the Troll to die, but that was part of the Fun for the Sentient Dimension. He arrived to find the LoreMaster patiently slapping Elim with a large piece of Bitumen. The thunk and tear noises were pleasing. The Loremaster Motioned to a chair nearby and lurker lifted it, leaving ten imprints in it. Oh good he thought, experiments. --------- OOC OK, There's a little bit of silliness for you all, see if you can get the references and a truckload of Daltons cookies to the first one to get the pun. Near the end. :-) I was going to write the attack on the NRMD 1st fleet and the PeaceKeeper, but I have to run for the train so it can keep til I get back. For Continuity, Phong can you declare NRMD's Admiral Wilkens dead, the Peacekeeper is damged and in the hands of the NR and the NRMD 1st fleet is destroyed and captured with only the three detachmenbts escaping to spread the bad news. For the most part the NRMD will now fight to the death fir vengance though some units may wish to surrender (small units only, individual ships) Indipendant bounties are being offered for the collection ot the Admirals/generals in charge of the NRMD. See you all on Saturday. Enjoy. Rob Wilson ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 14:14:11 +0100 Message-ID: The CVBG's T-drives, now fully warmed up, engaged, translating the group to the Antari system. Unlike hyperdrive, their was no burst of radiation created by the fleet's appearance and they arrived undetected by the Republic listening posts in the system. First order of business was recon. Cyclops early warning craft began launching from the flagship of the group, the BCS 'Crimson Sky'. With all active sensors in the group shut down, it was up to the emission detectors of the capital ships and SAWACs to pinpoint the Republic ships and any NRMD vessels that might have entered the position. Hiding behind a gas giant near the edge of the system, the group dispatched the Cyclopses to various points where they could cover every hyperdrive approach to the system. Within a matter of hours, the sensor web was complete, with data being relayed over LPI communications. The commander of the Republic's systems defences was experienced form the point of view that he had been working in that position for the last decade, but not from the point of view of combat. The worst the system had had to contend with was minor pirate and raider attacks, which had easily been seen off. The system had never been faced by Imperial assault or become embroiled in territorial conflicts with the other indigenous species of the galaxy. It had never really been tested at all. In addition to planetary shielding and planetary weapons batteries, the trade centre was defended by orbital platforms and a small fleet consisting primarily of destroyers and frigates. A handful of cruisers were occasionally present, when they weren't being employed elsewhere, putting out bushfires, but for now they were in system to help defend against NRMD attacks. It was thought that they would present a sufficient deterrent, by the NR Navy High Command. They had guessed wrong. The NRMD taskforce was an off-shoot of the 6th fleet. Heavy on cruisers and carriers, it was intended to overwhelm its opponents with firepower and numbers. They knew exactly how many ships were present in the Antaris system and their game plan accounted for the position of each and every one. A narrow hyperspace corridor, which had taken several days to compute precisely, had been chosen to take the taskforce within point blank range of the planet. The fight was going to get bloody very fast. First out of hyperspace were the jammer craft. Specially adapted for the situation, they began pumping out huge levels of EM and subspace radiation, blinding the NR and BC sensors. Behind them came the cruisers, guns already locked in position and firing as the bulky vessels decelerated out of hyperspace. Half of the NR vessels were docked with an orbital station and would require at least a minute to disengage. The first shots from the NRMD fleet put paid to that notion. Heavy turbolasers ripped into the shield emitters of the station before they could be activated, leaving it defenceless before the missile and turbolaser barrage that followed, targeted on the magazines, fuel stores and power systems. While red alert was still being sounded in most of the vessels and captains were being called tot he bridge, explosions were being set off throughout the station. A few enterprising crew members began returning fire from the docked vessels, but ceased abruptly as the power core and main magazines of the station erupted, vaporising their surroundings and casting the docked vessels loose. A Mon Cal cruiser, most of her portside hull ablaze, tumbled into an orbital defence platform, smashing it in two. As what had just happened began to register in the minds of the survivors, the NRMD carriers arrived and the jammers departed. With sensors suddenly free to operate again, the rest of the system defence force was horrified to see they were outnumbered and outgunned. Where their own cruisers and fighters should be rushing to engage the enemy, red dots indicating hostiles filled the screen. The Collective battlegroup, waiting for such an event, were quick to react. Sending out a brief message to fleet command, detailing their position, the capital ships brought the gravitic drives up to full power and raced for the scene of the battle. The NR commander had died in the initial attack, asleep in his head and blissfully unaware of the chaos around him. With the defences now largely uncoordinated, the NR was fairing badly. The surviving NR vessels had been rounded up by the NRMD taskforce and were gradually falling to their concentrated fire. They were refusing to die alone however. Every time a ship's shields seemed on the verge of collapse, it would surge forward to ram the lumbering NRMD cruisers. Consequently, the NRMD had backed off, trading time for survivability. The 2 Tempest SDGs of the CVBG were relatively lightly armed. They had the enviable advantage, however, of a subspace cloak. They had spent the hours it taken the SAWACs to get into position, creeping in-system and were perfectly positioned to launch the attack on the NRMD. As another NR destroyer, its shields flaring and fading, lunched forward, causing the NRMD cruisers to scatter, the 2 ships opened fire. With only 43 VLS tubes and 21 guns, they had to choose their targets carefully. SST7 torpedoes and SRAM missiles flashed between the ships and their targets. Coming from totally unexpected directions, the point defence gunners were unable to respond, as multiple gigaton level explosions smashed aside first shields then then the hull of their vessels. Taking advantage of the cap in NRMD lines, the NR ships surged forwards to relative safety. NRMD fighters that had been busy buzzing orbital defence platforms, were reassigned to locate and destroy the cloaked aggressor. [BCS Monsoon] The bridge had lit up with grins as their missiles and torpedoes slammed home, but for only the briefest of moments. "Sensor emissions are intensifying and fighter sweeps are beginning. Estimate 15 seconds to detection." "Reload all tubes with SSM2-MRs. Set yield to 150 MT." "Someone just tried to lock guns on us." "Stand by to drop cloak and go to warp." "Confirming lock from multiple sources, all fighter." "Are those tubes loaded?" "We've got enough to take the fighters down." "Do it." One again, missile streaked away from the destroyers, taking the A-Wings by surprise. They had finally pinpointed the cloaked ships however and the cruisers were now beginning to track. Turbolaser shots began peppering the are around their projected course. "Direct hit to aft shields medium turbolaser." "Disengage cloak and ready all batteries." "All fire control stations report ready." "Fire." As the destroyers disengaged their cloaks, they brought sensors up to full power, obtaining locks on their pursuing fighters. Point defence cannons opened up, causing the fighters to scatter, but not before they released their missiles. 6" guns fired on the cruisers, their shots streaking in at virtually the speed of light. Bright lance shots followed them in, a handful penetrating the shields and knocking out sensor arrays and weapons batteries. As the destroyers' shields began to feel, their warp rives engaged, catapulting them out of danger. [RSS Sword] Aboard the NR vessels, confusion reigned. Under no circumstances had they ever expected the Collective to come to their aid, and yet those had unmistakably been Collective ships and weapons. "Sir, were those really-" "No time for chit-chat mister, keep your eye on your controls." "Aye sir." "New sensor emissions detected, I'm getting IFF signals- Sir there's more Collective vessels inbound!" "How many?" "Looks like a carrier group." "Helm, take us through them. Weapons, keep your guns silent. Looks like we just made some friends. That or we just got between two enemies." "Aye sir," both stations reluctantly replied. "Ship count climbing - they're launching fighters." "How many does a carrier carry?" "It's a new class of ship, sir. We estimate close to 1000 wings." The captain grinned. That would give the NRMD something to think about. Over 15,000 bombers would sure ruin a cruiser squadron's day. "The NRMD ships are breaking off pursuit - they just entered hyperspace." "Send our thanks to the Collective ships and plot a course for home. Let's home." [BCS Cortana] "Acknowledge the captain's message and take us out of here. Full warp until the T-drive is warmed up." "Plotting course for Boydingrad sir." "Engag-" "Incoming message from fleet command. The SRDS is coming under heavy attack from the NRMD. We've been ordered to assist. Receiving co-ordinates now. The rest of the taskforce is being deployed to defend key systems. Elements of the 7th fleet are also being assigned to defend their capital." "Helm, you heard the orders, take us out." [Boydingrad] The woman was regaining consciousness. The Farseer had already spoken to her dreams, but such conversations were never as lucid as he liked. There would be much for tem to discuss. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 10 Jul 2001 20:11:36 GMT Message-ID: Jonathan Boyd wrote in news:B770BE31.12652%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk: > "Incoming message from fleet command. The SRDS is coming under heavy > attack from the NRMD. We've been ordered to assist. Receiving > co-ordinates now. The rest of the taskforce is being deployed to defend > key systems. Elements of the 7th fleet are also being assigned to > defend their capital." > > "Helm, you heard the orders, take us out." > The sight that greeted the Collective's fleet was one of pure carnage. SRDC ships were valiantly fighting, but were hidiously outclassed, no match for the MilDict ships steamrolling their way through. A few ships from the Confederation that hadn't made it back to home space entered the fray, unloading their external missile racks as fast as possible. The Boyd CO raised an eyebrow as the missiles immediately cloaked and engaged a warp drive, only to reappear tens of thousands of kilometers away from their targets...and detonate, sending proton beams lancing into shields, armor and hull. Again and again they came, but there weren't enough to do the job, not with so few light warheads. The ships waded straight into combat, pounding on escort vessels, but ignoring the heavies. Confederation ships were built immensely tough, originally designed to defend against a possible Collective invasion; an invasion that would leave them heavily outnumbered. A bright cone of light lanced out from the sole destroyer present, vaporizing any unfortunate fighter in it's path and disintergrating an enemy ship that foolishly chose to cross her T. But it wasn't enough, not with so few ships and the recharge time that the reflex cannon required. Such a shot would destroy many a vessel, but a destroyer only had so much energy to recharge her capacitors with. Her more conventional guns pounded the enemy, and occasionally scored a lucky hit that disabled some system...but those were few and far between. The allied fighters were not doing so well. Badly outnumbered, the attack craft and bombers couldn't get through to their targets, with their defending interceptors constantly drawn off in a fight for their own survival. The torpedo bombers were forced to launch from maximum range, and their missiles could not warp. Standoff warhead or no, many were felled by the combat space patrol defending the MilDict fleet. Until the Collective arrived, it was a loosing battle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Pablo" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 15:36:30 -0500 Message-ID: <9ifokl$iap4v$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de> 15 cruisers would have been an ant against a lion if they had attacked the core of the SRDC territories, but deployed as they were, they were hard to stop. They simply jumped in, blasted apart few freighters and perhaps a planet, and fled before retaliation could arrive. The best option was a trap to neutralize the cruisers and give the SRDC some breathing room. The plan was simply, and well within the limits of any commander's brilliance. ---- The captain said, "Mining Station TK-Beta-Four, this is Mega Class freighter 'Good Liar' requesting approach information. We are arriving with a prefabricated refinery." The mining station took about a minute to respond. The planet was right in the area that NRMD was prjected to hit next, and preperations were feverish. "We recieve you, 'Liar.' Uh, aren't you a little big to be carrying a prefab refinery?" The 'Liar' was 160 klicks of pure cargo-carrying majesty, one of the largest mass-produced freighters. The captain cursed. "This only one leg of our dropoff journey, station control. We've got some other things on board, and we'd appreciate it if you didn't delay us." "Roger. You are cleared for lane number 102." "Thank you." The 'Liar' lived up to her name nicely. The massive size of the Mega Class hull allowed her to carry not just the decoy refinery, but some sundry other odds and ends. Included in this was a heavily upgraded sensor suite, which was just now pinging with urgency. The sensor officer winced. "Shit, we've got something in the system periphery. Outside the range of the station sensors, probably a scout. I can't tell what make, but the sensors must be military grade to see that far." The captain licked his lips nervously. "Steady, we've got to wait. Don't do anything to give us away." The crew past a tense minute, until the sensors again lit up. "This is it, sir. We've got five contacts, probably NRMD cruisers." "Okay, detonate explosive bolts." ---- On the outer hull of the 'Good Liar,' millions of explosive bolts detonated. An outer hull plate, a square more than 50 kilometers on an end, was blasted away from the ship by concealed thrusters. Out of the new gap in the hull, a portion of the SRDC first fleet boiled angrily. The number of Belisarius destroyers that were inside the freighter was excessive. With eight destroyers to a cruiser, it was over before it started. The SRDC's Khan fighters were big, fast, and tough. They brushed the A-Wings aside and struck at the M-Wings in what could be best termed as a bum rush. They didn't inflict more than a few casualties, but they scared the special weapons platforms enough to force them away from the planet. Meanwhile, the NRMD cruisers were hopelessly outgunned by the great numbers of advanced destroyers. One cruiser, then the next fell. In what seemed like a single heartbeat, none were left, at the cost of one Belisarius lost and another crippled. The NRMD fighters fled into hyperspace. A good victory, but one that was unlikely to be repeated. The NRMD would be ready for another such surprise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 00:58:23 +0100 Message-ID: Phong Nguyen wrote: > The allied fighters were not doing so well. Badly outnumbered, the attack > craft and bombers couldn't get through to their targets, with their > defending interceptors constantly drawn off in a fight for their own > survival. The torpedo bombers were forced to launch from maximum range, > and their missiles could not warp. Standoff warhead or no, many were > felled by the combat space patrol defending the MilDict fleet. > Until the Collective arrived, it was a losing battle. This wasn't the seal hunt that they'd had in the Antaris system. It was more like a bar room brawl, with a pro-wrestler jumping on a couple of 120 lb weaklings. Fortunately the carrier group was the equivalent of a grizzly bear. It took only a glance form the admiral to set the Boyd war machine in motion. With so much chaos to coordinate, he had to trust his officers to take the right actions. He'd give what few orders were vital to the operation and let his subordinates handle the rest. With the intensity of the fighting, the battle group's arrival had gone relatively unnoticed, but the Boyd knew that wouldn't last for long. Fighters were boiling out of the massive Durandal class carrier, to plug the gaps in the defensive screen that the group's escort ships were forming. In another minute, the bombers would begin launching, ready to deliver death to the MilDict fleet. Unsurprisingly, it was the Confeds who were first to spot the Collective vessels. There were few who could hope to compete with the sensor technology - the Boyd were thankful to get engineering specs for a small number of them through tech exchanges, but the high power, super accurate stuff was still way too classified for them to hope to get without turning over the blueprints of some of their own high-tech equipment. The Confed CO, upon being informed of the news, ordered all vessels to run for the Collective formation. Powering all their fire into a heavy cone, they opened a hole in the MilDict lines and blazed through. By now, everyone was aware of the carrier group's presence. By far the biggest threat to them, the NRMD rerouted every available M-Wing to attack the carrier. Over a thousand Viper fighters clammed their throttles open and punched on the 2 attacking M-Wing squadrons. They were not, however, alone. Fighter after fighter form the MilDict fleet was rushing to support the M-Wings now. A colossal rolling dogfight, spanning almost a light second had erupted and was drifting towards the Collective vessels. The A-Wings and X-Wings were getting hammered by the Boyd fighters, but in the confusion, they were doing there job of keeping them off the M-Wings, none of which had been so much as scratched. As the M-Wings finally broke free of the dogfight and found themselves free to attack the Collective ships, thousands of streaks of light appeared, flashing from the carrier group, and into the dogfight. Hundreds of Cyclops SAWACS were helping guide SSM2 missiles against the NRMD fighters. The sensor displays of the M-Wings, once solid colour, unable to represent the individual fighters, with so many in action, rapidly began to clear out as squadron after squadron fell victim to the missiles. Despite the targeting data, Boyd fighters were dying too, but the net result was a huge Boyd victory. All this meant to the M-Wing pilots was that there was even more reason to kill the carrier group. The cruiser VLS cells had been emptied by the bombardment and they were hurriedly reloading, but for now, it was up to the destroyers and frigates to screen their flagship. Hundreds of Vipers had broken off from the dog fight and were now screaming towards the M-Wings, but they wouldn't get them before they hit the group. Between them, the escorts had over 4000 VLS tubes, most of which were loaded with SSMs. Volley after volley was launched at the fighters, but they were flown by the elite of the MilDict pilots and fitted with the best jammers and shields they could afford. Half the fighters were destroyed, but that still left a squadron to threaten the carrier. She had over a million VLS tubes, many times more than the rest of the group combined, but they were mostly loaded with SLIM7 point defence missiles, designed to engage incoming missiles at close range. Most of the remaining tubes were occupied by SSM2-MRs, with a sublight range of only 100,000 km. The Boyd weren't sure what kind of weapons range the M-Wings had and they didn't want to find out it was better than that of the MRs. The destroyers and frigates launched forward. It was one of the more bizarre sights in space combat. An escort squadron was attempting to dogfight with a fighter squadron. They had huge numbers of guns available, but bare seconds in which to use them, and a ridiculously small area of space to fire them at. To the external observer, it appeared rather lacklustre and boring - railcannon shots were effectively invisible against the black of space. Over 80 gun batteries were being targeted on each of the 12 fighters, each capable of dealing out 16 megatons per second. The escorts fired from the moment they began moving, knowing that at several lightseconds range, they had little hope of a bit, but still hoping. As the range closed, the shots grew nearer and nearer, the occasional round slamming into an M-Wings shields. Finally, as they true almost level, a couple of frigates managed to land sustained fire on one of the flights, shredding them with raw kinetic energy. One of the remaining flights dived at the escorts, firing with everything they had, while the remaining 4 fighters continued to drive in at the carrier. MDD shots hit every destroyer before point defence fire annihilated the fighters. One ship's shields succeeded in repelling a shot, but the vessel was unlucky enough to have been targeted by two fighters and was removed from existence. Another destroyer suffered the same fate, but the final one survived, its wraithbone armour dissipating the attack into the warp. The cruisers had reloaded their tubes by now and were firing again. The 4 pilots were brave and brilliant beyond the skill of most men, but even they couldn't beat the odds, with thousands of missiles targeted on each one. All 4 were immolated, still a couple of light seconds out. The Boyd admiral was angry. 2 destroyers had been lost to a single flight of fighters. Hardly a glorious death for them. Giving one of his few commands, he ordered the battle group towards the MilDict fleet. The bomber squadrons had all launched and formed up with their fighter escorts. Attack fighters were launching now as well, to supplement the several thousand strong attack force. At a word, the almost one thousand carrier wings sprang forwards to engage the NRMD. With many of their fighters lost in the dogfight with the Vipers, the MilDict fleet was finally finding itself pressed by SRDC and Confed forces. They still had the numerical advantage, but they didn't have the fighting spirit of the SRDC, who were furiously defending their home. A young SRDC lieutenant, having assumed command of his squadron after the death of its commander, became the hero of the hour, as his 7 fighters blasted a hole in the NRMD patrols that Confed and SRDC bombers poured through. Squadrons of allied fighters were picked off the hole closed behind them MilDict fighters engaged them, but they pressed on towards the core of the fleet, finally getting close enough to hit the lumbering capital ships with missiles and torpedoes. A cheer went up in the SRDC flagship as the big red icons depicting NRMD vessels winked off on battlefield displays. They quickly fell silent again, however, when it became apparent that their fighters and bombers were now trapped and about to be annihilated. Until the Boyd arrived. Launching at maximum range, their missiles force the NRMD patrols to scatter, opening the hole again for the allies. This time, however, it did not close as Vipers rushed in to hold and widen the cap. For every allied fighter that exited it, several Boyd squadrons poured in, as Barracuda bombers opened their bay doors and unleashed a torrent of missiles. Again the cheers went up as the MilDict fleet turn and, as at the Antaris system, began to run. This time, however, their escape would not be so clean. The Tempest destroyers, silent up until now, had worked their way round to the likely hyperspace exit route. They had used the half hour warm up period for the T-drive in the Antaris system to load enough SRAM missiles from the accompanying Bushmills class UNREP vessel, to fill every VLS tube. As in the Antaris system, they fired while cloaked, the 86 high speed missiles with their 50GT warheads, seeming to aware out of nowhere. There wasn't time for most of the NRMD vessels to dodge and several capital ships were disabled or destroyed, reduced to floating hulks or debris. The survivors limped off into hyperspace. The Boyd admiral silently congratulated himself and vocally congratulated his small fleet, before requesting permission to enter planetary orbit and commence repairs and refitting. He wanted every ship and fighter fully operational for the next attack. They'd been lucky this time and it had gone a lot easier than he expected. The NRMD hadn't committed it's best ships or crews to battle with the SRDC so far. There was no way they were expecting a carrier group, certainly not a Boyd one with an 18km monster in it, to appear. But next time they would. Next time they'd be ready. Knowing it was a futile gesture, the admiral sent a request for replacement destroyers. Few thoughts were given to the thousands of dead - they ere clones and easily replaceable. There would be none of the memorial services on Boyd ships that would be taking place ina few short hours on Confed and SRDC vessels. Time was too precious to be wasted like that, though the admiral. -- Jonathan Boyd ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Phong Nguyen Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: 11 Jul 2001 00:54:16 GMT Message-ID: Jonathan Boyd wrote in news:B77154F0.1276D%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk: > Phong Nguyen wrote: > > Unsurprisingly, it was the Confeds who were first to spot the > Collective vessels. There were few who could hope to compete with the > sensor technology - the Boyd were thankful to get engineering specs for > a small number of them through tech exchanges, but the high power, > super accurate stuff was still way too classified for them to hope to > get without turning over the blueprints of some of their own high-tech > equipment. The Confed CO, upon being informed of the news, ordered all > vessels to run for the Collective formation. Powering all their fire > into a heavy cone, they opened a hole in the MilDict lines and blazed > through. > Hmm...Confed magitech vs. Collective tech? It'd be interesting... > The Boyd admiral silently congratulated himself and vocally > congratulated his small fleet, before requesting permission to enter > planetary orbit and commence repairs and refitting. He wanted every > ship and fighter fully operational for the next attack. They'd been > lucky this time and it had gone a lot easier than he expected. The NRMD > hadn't committed it's best ships or crews to battle with the SRDC so > far. There was no way they were expecting a carrier group, certainly > not a Boyd one with an 18km monster in it, to appear. But next time > they would. Next time they'd be ready. Knowing it was a futile gesture, > the admiral sent a request for replacement destroyers. Few thoughts > were given to the thousands of dead - they ere clones and easily > replaceable. There would be none of the memorial services on Boyd ships > that would be taking place ina few short hours on Confed and SRDC > vessels. Time was too precious to be wasted like that, though the > admiral. > Aboard the surviving Sanchez and Confederate warships, somber ceremonies were taking place. Many pilots had been felled in the sudden attack, many fighters destroyed, many ships lost. And on the Confed ships, many had been reservists, the infamous 'Weekend Warriors.' The losses hit them hard, for many came from the same town or county. Even worse, their precious ships had been mauled badly, with one escort carrier sporting a huge hole on her outer flight deck. Many in the hanger died from the sudden depressurization. Much time in the Yard was ahead for her. The CIN ships were desperately making repairs to their stardrives in order to make it to home space before another attack, for the next might be against a Peacekeeper, and there would be no surviving that, Collective carrier group or no. For that matter, nothing in the Confederation's arsenal short of a massive planatry-based ETHS cannon could damage one, or perhaps the defense systems of Nemesis herself. Meanwhile, the pilots of the three nations present were undergoing excercises against each other, officially for 'training purposes,' though all knew what the real reason was. One-upmanship still survived as Man went to the stars and beyond. As the mock dogfights continued outside and repairs hurriedly made to ships, it perhaps dawned on no-one that the Collective was cooperating with the Galaxy it had once terrorized. In another corner of the Galaxy, in a room known as Sky Watch One, a new icon appeared on a sensor board. Then another, and another. All were outlined in the dark green coding of the New Republic Military Dictatorship. Most had symbols representing ship type: the Executors and Eclipses had the triangle of a dreadnought-scale warship. The Star Destroyers and Star Cruisers had the square of a destroyer-scale warship. Others had the diamond of a light escort. Points of light designated fighters and squadrons. Attatched to each plot were vectors, acceleration rates, energy readouts, shield strenghts and more. The carefully constructed system had been designed to provide as much information as needed, or as little was warranted. There was one symbol that hushed the room. The pentagon of a warship of such immense size and power that the Confederation had nothing to compare with on their own. Several Boyd Collective warships would warrant such a symbol, though ships such as Asgerds and Battlestars were classified as mobile battlestations, and as such had circles. No, this was a Peacekeeper and her taskforce, ready to take the Nemesis system and seize the Nexus Point. Their nonreality drive allowed them to penetrate deep within the interdiction field, where their hyperdrives would instantly fail, even with the sustaining fields. Then their immense drives began lighting up, and the ships began moving. New plots appeared, estimating targets and time. Gold icons began lighting up, designating Confederation forces. A squadron of superdreadnoughts and dreadnoughts were already lighting up their drives, preparing for action, while the rest of the Home Fleet were preparing to engage. Other displays noting planatary defenses and system defenses showed maximum readiness. Then attacks began all over Confederation space. Contacts were plotted at many a base and planet, holding forces that were earmarked for the defense of the capital planet. Pleas for reinforcements were recieved, but there were none to give. The Confederation always had a small military, never willing to build the large defense force that she so badly needed. As a result, her armed forces had the best equipment money could buy for them...but quantity has a quality all of its own. Gold diamonds began dissappearing off the boards. The Confed escorts, powerful as they were, could not match off against enemy cruisers for long. Green icons began winking out as well...but not quickly enough. Many of the outer worlds were fast losing their defensive fleets...and troops were being landed outside the shield perimeters. The remaining forces defending Nemesis should be able to annihilated the Peacekeeper's escorts well outside of their home; but whether even a GERTCAM-assisted Senshi or mage could breach the shielding on the enemy levithian was unknown. It was entirely possible that the battle would be lost, or won only at great cost. The planet's defenses could handle it, but how much damage could it do to the system's infrastructure in return? And what if enemy reinforcements come? And thus, across the hypercomm channels that linked the Galaxy, distress calls came out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Colin Brian Witz" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Message-ID: <9vS27.2221$D.65731@news.inreach.com> Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 23:37:18 -0700 "Jonathan Boyd" wrote in message news:B76FD654.123B5%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk... > > At last, the admiral acquiesced, as he had intended all along. But captains > must learn to think as admirals. As the fleet split, a carrier group warmed > up its T-drive for a jump to the Antaris system, an important Republic > trading sector near the sectors with the heaviest NRMD raids. Many light > years away, an NRMD taskforce prepared to the same. > -- > Jonathan Boyd > The two ships, emerged far away, and immediately engaged their cloaking shields. Traveling out side of sensor range while the NRMD, task force was converting the Kushan mining colony to their use. Running Silent, diffusers would make any ionic energy leaving the shields look like nothing more then back ground radiation. This endeavor was furthered by the Kushan choice of a system rich in radioactive and minerals, there was a lot of 'junk' out their to hide in. The first salvo went inactive shortly before transiting the shield barrier, made out of the best stealth coating available the shipwrecks traveled on inertia until their controlling droids recognized the target silhouettes. Activating their Ion drives the corvette sized missiles slammed into place, Three Interdictor Cruisers, a cluster of fighters on Patrol, and The Group command ship, all were shattered by Sheppard's sudden attack. Aboard the _Womb_ Seth Greysen looked out at the carnage, a sudden blue washed over his view as the remaining ships transited into hyperspace. Greysen Looked around realizing he hadn't ordered her to activate her remote linkages. No one could resist torcher for long, especially when administer by a force sensitive. Grabbing her face, she smiled, in a wicked expression he hadn't seen before. "She's not here anymore, _Centre_ has placed me in charge." she spoke with a voice and emotions he didn't recognize. Quickly he reached for his saber, and fought against the ship's gravity field, intensifying around him, She was moving now with a level of speed he hadn't seen her display before, when had she developed these skills? Hours later, Elisabeth soaked in a warm bath, was contacted by _Centre_ it was time for Lizzy to go below the surface and let one of the others have a turn. Lizzy smiled, Julie had been the best for the prisoner status, she was the weakest of them, there were more, _Centre_ was the artificial personality, the shock of waking up to find her whole family had either died on Kurask, or in the attack on the Cryotrays had been too much for her five year old mind to handle, Chris would deal with Sheppard, and the business end of the deal, but first Lizzy, would make sure that she always had a weapon near by. Sheppard and Hitman, looked at the ship's Centre with a puzzled, look, while she was obviously female, her mannerisms, dress, and speech seemed very male, and business like, the transfer of funds and technology for the raid had commenced, and through cut out corporations would continue. Provided both sides continued to honor their agreements and keep their silence. Leaving Sheppard shook his head, cold calculating, all business, _Centre_ certainly didn't act like a woman who had spent the last two weeks being torchered and probably raped as well. Still she seem a stable enough negotiator. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jonathan Boyd Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: Re: [STGOD] In A Probably Futile Gesture Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 17:58:32 +0100 Message-ID: Phong Nguyen wrote: > Jonathan Boyd wrote in > news:B77154F0.1276D%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk: > >> Phong Nguyen wrote: >> >> Unsurprisingly, it was the Confeds who were first to spot the >> Collective vessels. There were few who could hope to compete with the >> sensor technology - the Boyd were thankful to get engineering specs for >> a small number of them through tech exchanges, but the high power, >> super accurate stuff was still way too classified for them to hope to >> get without turning over the blueprints of some of their own high-tech >> equipment. The Confed CO, upon being informed of the news, ordered all >> vessels to run for the Collective formation. Powering all their fire >> into a heavy cone, they opened a hole in the MilDict lines and blazed >> through. >> > Hmm...Confed magitech vs. Collective tech? It'd be interesting... Certainly would be. Our shielding would be virtually identical, though I'm not sure about armour - I've a nice little wraithbone/neutronium composite that works wonders against physcial and magical attacks. I actually meant that you were running for safety in my presence though. > The remaining forces defending Nemesis should be able to annihilated the > Peacekeeper's escorts well outside of their home; but whether even a > GERTCAM-assisted Senshi or mage could breach the shielding on the enemy > levithian was unknown. It was entirely possible that the battle would be > lost, or won only at great cost. > The planet's defenses could handle it, but how much damage could it do to > the system's infrastructure in return? And what if enemy reinforcements > come? > And thus, across the hypercomm channels that linked the Galaxy, distress > calls came out. [SRDC Mining Colony 52] The BCN 7th Fleet had arrived, not as small elements, as had originally been agreed by the Collective, but in its full might and majesty. Unexpectedly, it had also arrived at a mining colony, rather than the SRDC capital world. Jet black hulls cast an ominous silhouette over the sun as the ships glided into orbit. It was a sizeable contribution to the SRDC's defences and yet, it was not alone. Ships originally destined