| From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: [V-STGOD] Kynes' Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/06 Note: I think we should all write a prologue for ourselves. Change the subject line, obviously, and write a bit about your motivation. This is ONLY a prologue, so please, let's keep it clean -- no fighting. :) Obviously, nobody has to do this, but I think it would be a good idea to get an idea of what's happening. --- Deep within the recesses of the Earth, Kynes had his eyes closed in silent meditation. He sat in the Central Chamber. The runes and patterns carved with a blade sharper than a diamond seemed to draw all the energy of the room into the very center of it, where Kynes was sitting. It was no accident. His eyes snapped open. He suddenly felt a tremor. He strode immediately to the Star Room. The door shut behind him, and the scale model of the Solar II System appeared in the darkened space. Kynes looked briefly to the outer orbits. "Not as crowded as they used to be," he remarked to himself. "Now, what's this?" For though some planets were indeed missing -- as they had been for months since the Gurkhan Encounter -- there was something somewhat new in those outer orbits. Describing them as "large" would be an understatement -- they dwarfed everything else in the display besides Sol II itself. Kynes crossed closer to them, at the same time speaking the command to zoom in. After a moment's inspection, it was clear. "No doubt about it -- Worldships," Kynes muttered. He left the Star Room immediately. Moments later, Brother Kynes was speaking to Lord Graeme of Dice in nowhere-space. Wizards of their power had no use for the primitive subspace or HoloNet communication; a direct meeting of the minds was far more efficient. "Good day, Lord Graeme, good day," said Kynes. "Well, truth be told, Kynes, it's night here, but thank you and good day to you," said Lord Graeme. "I see that the planetoid fleet has arrived. Will it be adequate for your purposes?" "More than adequate. I thank you again for your extreme generosity." "Oh, it's not generosity, Brother Kynes, though I wish I could say I was so kind- hearted. Keep in mind that we're both gaining something here." Kynes nodded. Lord Graeme, at least, understood the importance of safeguarding the origin planet of humanity. Kynes had known him to be a reasonable and wise man -- but he had surprised even Kynes with his immediate willingness to expend his own resources to defend the Earth against the near-certain attack by the Boyd Collective and its allies. "Your defensive wizards are on-board the planetoids, then?" Kynes asked. "Indeed." "Fantastic. The rudiment rune studies, then." Lord Graeme nodded. His statement earlier had not been one of self-depreciation -- he truly was gaining a great deal in this alliance. "We shall begin our mutual enlightenment when I come to Earth at a later date," said Lord Graeme. "It should give us both time to prepare the initial lessons. I expect that the training shall go quite fast for both of us... we're hardly untrained neophytes, after all." Kynes nodded and smiled. "Yes, hardly. Good then. If there's no further business, I shall see you soon. I'll begin the Eden Endeavour immediately." Lord Graeme nodded. "Be wise, Brother Kynes." "Light find you, Lord Graeme." -- -LK! [ kynes@choam.org ] [ ICQ: 795238 ] [ AIM: Kynes23 ] From: Kyle (kylejk@netzero.net) Subject: [VSTGOD] The Star Marshall's Return Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/06 From the Imperial Command Center in orbit of the planet Birhat a signal is sent. A young looking man in the trim dark blue uniform of a full Star Marshall of the Imperial Fleet, sits in a command chair and activating the comm systems using his implants he contacts a former enemy and possuble future ally to discuss the fate of a former ally and present foe. Boyd. The traitor who had used a treaty of alliance to attack and destroy a ship of the Fifth Imperium and slaughtering several unprotected transports. A confirmation is recieved and the hypercomm twists space and a point to point convergence is created allowing messages to be sent in real time over Inter-Galactic distances. The face of Kynes is resolved in a simple holo tank, a full mental link could have been created using hias implants but there is no need for such measures in this instant. Kynes stares at the Star Marshall with eyes that seem ancient beyond belief, eyes that had been born long before even the First Imperium was born, over two million years ago. "Yes, Kyle. I beleive you have something to discuss." Returning Kynes stare, and then breaking in to a grin. "I do. But before that I want to apoligize for my actions in the recent skirmish around Earth. The confrontation between us should not have happened, I acted to hastily in my attack on earth after the destruction on my ship, and I should have negoiated with you on the salvage of my ship from far earth orbit. Unfortunately I was begining to realize that my allies were not as reliable as I had expected them to be. I wanted to have something able to stop my so called allies from stabbing me in the back, unfortunately they did any way. Anyway's please accept my apoligies for the regratable incident." With a dignified acknowledgement Kynes respondd with, "You are new to this area of space, you could not have known of the treachary and deceit, the Boyd are capable of. It would not surprise me in the least to find Boyd subtly influenced you in to taking such a disatrous course of action." "Thank you. Now let us get to the heart of the matter. I am authorized in the name of Colin the First Emperor of Mankind, to offer a full alliance between our forces and that of the traitor Boyd. In addition to that he has given my the power to open full trade relations between the Imperium and the Sol II system." Kynes seems to think for a minute and then agree's with a simple nod of his head. With that acknowledgent Knopf continues after a heart beat."It seems likely Boyd will once again attack Earth. We will send assistance. I will need to review deployments to see what ships we can spare from our war with the Achuultani. What ever we can find will be sent to help you and our ally, now our ally as well, Lord Graeme. We will speak later, good bye." After that a simple mental command terminates the link. Kyle From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: [V-STGOD] Boyd's Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/07 "In conclusion, this court finds the defendant guilty as charged. The sentence is penal labour on the neutronium mines of H'gora P'tach." BFA-9's eyes snapped open. He was sweating. IT had been a month since the Board of Enquiry and still the dreams persisted. A gruelling week long trial, bombarded with continual questions from the Field Marshals and Lord Admirals of the Fleet. But they had found him innocent, attributing the loss of the 9th fleet to the treachery of USENET. Things had become tense within the Collective as a direct result of that ruling. All trade between it and USENET was by heavily guarded convoys. USENET's objections to such a show of force in their space had been met with silence. Silence and deeds. The arrival of the 1st Fleet, led by the Big E herself, engaging in war games with the 2nd Fleet had convinced USENET that such complaints were trivial and their only effect would be detrimental. That didn't mean they had sat by quietly and done nothing though. No, they were gathering their own fleets across the border. Over 100 star destroyers of various classes had arrived yesterday to bolster their patrols. In response, 1000 of the new Vesusius class destroyers had been dispatched by the Collective. Things were getting out of hand. All it would take is for one ship to stray a light second over the border and years of peace would dissolve away in the blast of a million turbolasers. The loss of the 64th Fleet could be just an incident. Over 1000 ships had jumped into the Sol system, sent to scout it out, ascertain whether Kynes had somehow survived the nuke. A solitary flight recorder had survived. The entire fleet had dropped out of hyperspace into the centre of a star. A new, uncharted star. Only the flagship, the Golden Hind, had survived long enough to launch the recorder. A new star. USENET's doing? Or Kynes'? Perhaps Ghurka had returned. Maybe one of Lord Dice's peculiar devices had plucked it out of randomness. All these were theories put forward and was BFA-9's job to find out. For weeks Boyd shipyards had laboured to produce new ships for his command. The 9th Fleet was to be reborn. New classes of ship had been commissioned and older classes updated. Nothing but the best for the 9th. 'Phoenix', has flagship, had been refitted and given a new coat of paint. Midnight blue and blood red, the colours of the new fleet. Millions of troops were boarding capital ships and transports and the last fighters were docking now. A week of shakedown cruises, then onward to the Sol system. The fleet was not complete, but circumstances demanded action. Circumstances and High Command. "Personal log, stardate... I'm not sure of the date. I am no longer sure of many things. My role in the fleet, the fleet's role in the Collective, the purpose of the Collective itself. We hurtle, seemingly inexorably towards the greatest military conflict this galaxy has witnessed, a conflict, that should we win, would leave us as the ultimate power in this galaxy. Should be lose, however, it could be the ruin of all we have accomplished. No quarter for the Collective. They fear us too much. I fear us too. I fear our purpose. A purpose I no longer understand. We go, in a week, to a system that is recorded as our birthplace, a system we longer control, or even inhabit. A system that has rejected us outright within the last month and caused the death of millions. A system that may well decide our destiny. If it is USENET we find, how will our encounter be remembered? As the precipitation of the bloodiest war in history? Or the most desperately needed peace settlement our peoples have known? That falls, ultimately, to me." BFA-9 pause and stopped the recording. He had at last voiced his fears. If the Collective knew of them, there would be no Court Martial, no Board of Enquiry. A simple execution. But the links between Boyd's was not total. Despite their nature as clones, individuality was bred into them at creation, in order to prevent a weakness in one being a weakness in all. A result was that their minds were not fully linked. His thoughts could only be read by a Boyd Master, and even then, not without great difficulty. To commit such feelings to a log was more hazardous, but who would consider that a Fleet Admiral could have such doubts? "Admiral to the Bridge." Time to get underway. Through the window BFA-9 could see the Province class fleet carrier 'Ulster', flagship of I Carrier Group, take onboard her last squadron of Vipers. As if aware of his gaze, they waggled their wings in perfect unison. A proud sight. 'Warspite', on of 'Phoenix's sister ships, was moving into position beside her. The 3km long battlecruiser was immaculately clean, fresh out of the yards, not a battlescar on her. The Deathwing escort carriers 'Redoutable' and 'Ark Royal' were assuming their positions in the formation as their County class cruiser escorts glided in. The Vesuvius class destroyers, bristling with sensors and weaponry, seemed impatient to get underway. Taking a final moment to savour the sight, BFA-9 turned and walked from the room. Duty called. -- Jonathan AIM: BoydClone | STvsSW website: http://www.jboyd.co.uk/index.html Computers make very fast, very accurate mistakes. From: Alex Moon (moonman_559@yahoo.com) Subject: [V-STGOD] Alex's Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/07 "Admiral, the fleet captains reports they are in position and awaiting your orders." "Good. Alert force commanders that I will holo conference with them in one hour. At that time, I will give them their initial assignments." "Excellent sir." Turning sharply on his heel, the young midshipman strode out of the room. Leaning back into his black leather chair, Moon rubbed his eyes. On the desk in front of him, a computer displayed current orders and attack plans. The data was in turn fed to a small holo field, giving the Admiral a three dimensional view of the subject. He was currently reviewing the ships in hs fleet. They were the pride and joy of the Colonial Navy. One hundred brand new _FREEDOM_ class heavy cruisers. Moon wondered if there was anyone in the Colonial Navy who could look at those ships, with their obsidian black hulls, blue letters glittering to pronounce their name, and not feel a sense of awe. Moon hoped they would be good enough. He was going up against armadas that were build with years of warfare to learn from, against commanders that had fought during those years. He, on the other hand, had been hastily promoted to his current command when his predessor, the late Admiral Takami, was killed in a shuttle accident. Now, he was about to command the greatest undertaking of all, the rise of the Colonial Republic, and the liberation of Earth. An alarm beeped, rousing him from thought. The clock on his desk read 0750, ten minutes until go hour. He stood up, and straightened his uniform. /It's time./ He thought "Admiral on the bridge." The same young midshipman said as Moon stepped off the lift. "Admiral, the bridge is yours." Captain Young said. "Thank you Captain." Moon replied. "Comm, open a channel to all strike force commanders, holo feed." In the center of the bridge was a single chair, facing a circular platform raise roughly three inches. From there, Moon could view battles on a holo field, as well as hold conferences with various ships. Now, the images of ten seperate men stood in the field. "Gentlemen, I assume by now you have recieved the packages. Due to security, those packages contain your orders, and are not to be opened until you reach your designated rendevous points. "We will begin manuevering for fleet collapsation in a few minutes. Once we have collapsed into the Orion system, you will immeadiatly proceed to your rendevous points. "I'm going to be honest with you; we don't know exactly what we will be facing. A 13 gigawatt laser is pretty powerful, but it may be nothing compared to what the enemy has in store. Therefore, I would suggest extreme caution in your first engagements. Use your tachyon missles, as well as rockets. Try not to use the stasis field generators if possible; I don't want to tip our hand completely." "Excuse me sir, but what about the molecular disruption devices." One of the Commanders asked. "Only as a last resort. If the enemy knows about those, later engagements will be a hell of a lot worse. If that is all, you are dismissed." They winked out of sight. Moon settled back. Unlike the other ships in the fleet, his ship was a _NOVA_ class command ship, over three times as powerful. "Helm, begin manuvering for collapsation into the Orion system." "Yes sir, activating engines." In a stattico of blue-green flares, hundreds of starships activated their engines and slowly accelerated. The smaller ships swarmed in toward Moon's command ship, the Destiny. Leaving the orbit of Lokki's third moon, the small task force winked from site. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: [V-STGOD] A prelude to conflict - Rog's prologue. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/07 In the months since the last great battle between the denizens of ASVS and the birth of Sol II, Rog had journeyed back to Bastion to address the council of Moffs. Unable to fault his campaign and that fact that along with securing the Empires interests and the safety of it's colonies in the Milky Way compared to the other combatants his forces had suffered very little losses they had been compelled to temporarily grant him the title of Imperial military executor for the purpose of expanding Imperial interests in the Milky Way. He was now Emperor in all but name and although still theoretically subject to recall by the council he could do mostly as he pleased including keeping control of Imperial Intelligence. The milky way territories the Empire controlled equalled about two sectors but although the worlds were small in number compared to the huge swaths of territory controlled by powers such as USENET the Boyd collective they were rich in resources and bristling with defences. They also had the support of the Empire back home which now controlled almost a quarter of the galaxy again as many systems had rejoined looking for security compared to the New Republics inner turmoil. Knowing that the Earth situation was far from resolved Rog had began to build a new fleet of powerful cruisers and other recent warship designs and had began to train an army of elite troops. Divisions had been despatched to Mars which had reaffirmed it's allegiance to the Empire and that world now had planetary defences that comparable to Coruscant's which should allow it to hold off almost any attack until reinforcements could be sent. Approximately 1 standard week ago Rog's ally Boyd Fleet Admiral 9 sent a transmission to informing the Imperial commander that he was going back to the Sol system with a newly rebuilt 9th fleet and that depending on what he found the galaxy could erupt into war. The return message Rog sent revealed the strength of his fleet and assured his ally that he would honour his treaty obligations and send forces to support the 9th fleet. The stage was set for the most bloody war in the history of this galaxy and Rog intended to be on the winning side. -- Rog "Everything is politics" ASVS Mastermind Website: www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/quiz.htm From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: [V-STGOD] Mars Pact prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/10 [Neptune Station] 'In faith whereof the representatives of the governments of the Boyd Collective, Lurker League, Galactic Empire and Colonial Empire have signed this these articles of alliance.' BFA-9 read the last paragraph once more to be sure. Logic overcoming pride he signed the document. His agonies had not gone without notice and Imperial Executor Rog was making little effort to hide his amusement. With a sigh BFA-9 handed the piece of paper to his companions to sign on behalf of their governments. The Mars Pact. The treaty that could avert a war, or trigger it. He cast his eyes over his fellow signatories once more. Xtreme, the commander of the Lurker fleet. A powerful ally, but an unusual one. No ties to government or apparent aims beyond causing mischief and mayhem. Why was he here? What part would he play? Imperial Executor Rog. To say he represented the government was not entirely true. To say he was the government wasn't either, but it was closer to the truth. His presence here was obvious. The Empire had commitments to Mars and were seeking to make inroads in the Milky Way. An Alliance with the Collective would help them no end in both respects. And lastly, Alex Moon of the Colonial Navy. The smallest contingent of ships and men and in many ways the least advanced. Many, but not all. He would have a role to play, or so the Masters had assured him. "Ahem." BFA-9 turned to see the treaty had been signed. Dutifully a Boyd bureaucrat approached to duplicate the document and receive thumb prints for the electronic version. Tradition was pleasant to indulge in at times, but lacked the security of the digital treatment. It took only a few moments, then he was gone, distributing copies to his equivalents among the allied fleets. "So. Now we are committed." "Doubts, admiral?" "No. Just wounded pride." "Perhaps you would like little doctor to patch it up for you?" "I'm sure we'll manage. I suggest our chiefs of staff convene tomorrow to discuss our campaign. Until then gentlemen, good day." Xtreme looked on admiringly as he vanished from view. The Boyd transporters lacked the whizz-bang-flash effect of most transporter systems, but boy was it stealthy. He'd have to arrange for a technology exchange sometime. Tomorrow perhaps. Reaching for his comm link he saw Rog was already departing for his shuttle, accompanied by Moon. Discussing joint ownership of the Solar System no doubt What was left of it by the time the enemy had been crushed that is. -- Boyd Fleet Admiral 9 B.S.S. Phoenix 9th Fleet Boyd Collective From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: (V-STGOD) Xtreme Psycho's Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/10 (Somewhere in the Universe.....) Silence..... Silence is what Xtreme experienced after the last battle in the Sol system. He had been meditating non-stop trying to tap into the heart of the universe. He stretched with his mind, the force and other abilities given to him by the Q Continuum. He probed all over the universe searching....... searching for the heart. But after a while he became discouraged and was about to stop his meditation when he was contacted by a superior being. A being vastly superior even the Q are in awe of it. It stretched it's hand out to Xtreme and he grabbed hold of it and was lifted up to his feet. Then the being spoke: +ACI-I'm aware that you wish to speak to me.+ACI- At first Xtreme was speachless but then regained his composure and spoke: +ACI-Y-yes, I do.+ACI- +ACI-What is it that you want of me?+ACI- Xtreme carefully thought for a second and then replied: +ACI-I know you would not help just anybody and I'm not asking you to help me but all I ask is that you do not interfere or help anyone in the Sol system. This system is near the edge of the Milky Way galaxy. There'll be another war over there as you know and it was a futile attempt to beat Kynes. My alliance has tried to defeat him but were rebuffed by him. I tried to defeat him by destroying the Sol and the Earth's moon but he had your help to restore the sun. Fortunately, Earth will still suffer because of the loss of the moon but it will take longer. But with the war resuming soon I wish to complete Kynes destruction. All I ask is that you be fair and act only as an observer. You can restore the Sol system again but only when Kynes and his allies are out of the picture, so to speak. Do I have your word?+ACI- The being replied, +ACI-It shall be done but that is it. I will not interfere with this petty war nor shall anyone receive my help but hear this. I will restore this system whether by replacing what is destroyed or lost, or by returning everything back to it's original place with the exception to Kynes, but the Sol system will have a guardian. A guardian of my choosing. Now I shall leave you to your petty war.+ACI- And with that the heart of the universe left leaving Xtreme alone in his quarters. Pondering what had just happened, he smiled and tapped his commbadge on his wrist and said,+ACI- Computer beam me up.+ACI- +ACI-Affirmative Admiral. Beaming you up now.+ACI- And with that Xtreme was beamed up to his new flagship +ACI-The Xterminator+ACI- a battlestar. He stepped off the platform and headed for the nearest turbolift. (On the bridge of +ACI-The Xterminator+ACI-) As the Admiral walked in, a commander said in a stern voice,+ACI-Admiral on the bridge.+ACI- +ACI-Thank you Commander.+ACI- +ACI-I hope your search was fruitful.+ACI- +ACI-Yes indeed it has. I got what I came for. Contact the fleet. Let's roll+ACEAIg- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here is the list of my forces: 1,000 Solar class battle stars (imagine stars that act as giant warships. Each battle star is at least the size of our Sun.) 500,000 D'recha class battle planets(at least Earth sized) 50,000 Death grip class Mk II FTL negator ships (firepower of 20 SSDs) 10,000,000 Death scream class destroyers (equivalent firepower of 5 ISDs, plus each have superlasers.) 6,250,000 Bloodletting class Battlecruisers(equivalent firepower of 100 SSDs) 400,000 Deliverer class Transports (equivalentfirepower of 2 ISDs Mk II) 10,000,000,000 fighters. Of those: 1,000,000,000 heavy fighter-comets with 30 heavy turbolasers and 10 missile +AFw- torpedo launchers (they areindeed large but as nimble as a TIE- fighter.) 1,000,000,000 YAY wing class fighters (imagine an Awing with 2 Y-wings on it's side, one for each side of the A-wing body.) 2,500,000,000 modified runabouts (same type used inthe previous two TGODs) 500,000,000 Screaming Eagle class interceptors 2,500,000,000 Killer Bee class drone fighters. (Eachwith a Superlaser and three med turbolasers.) 2,500,000,000 bio fighters with 30 type 20 phasers and5 Q-torp launchers. My ground troops are about 100 corps or 10,000,000 of various types. 5,500,000 Battlemechs from Battletech 3,000,000 battle tanks 2,500,000 AT ATs All of my forces are magic protect. Immune to all forms of magic. Plus all of these ships have the phased - subspace cloaking device with mass shadow suppression. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: [V-STGOD] Lord Graeme of Dice's Prologue. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/12 Lord Graeme surveyed his assembled troops from atop his mighty Red Dragon 'Broiler'. For as far as his enhanced eyesight could see in every direction, there was a sea of soldiers. The troops noticed Graeme's arrival and saluted their king. The force caused by a hundred billion soldiers snapping to attention was enough to cause small earthquakes miles away. Back in his war room, Lord Graeme planned his defence of the Sol system. "We must not let the Earth fall into enemy hands", spoke Graeme. "Agreed," replied Lorthien, one of the oldest and wisest elves on Graeme's council. "Aye, we canna let those slavering dogs take over our planet!" Galin said as he brought his axe down on the table, sending wood chips splintering through the air. "As we have obtained the assistance of Kynes, I feel that it is necessary that we erect a shield around the Earth." Lord Graeme informed his advisors. "A wise idea indeed," replied Lorthien. "Yessss, it issss indeed a wissssse idea. We musssst not let the Earth be captured." the large blue dragon intoned from a corner of the great hall. "So it is decided then. Now, let us commence the boarding operation." The massive troop transports of the Dice legions opened their doors, and the billions of soldiers, yaks and walking dice began to march into history... Lord Graeme of Dice, Defeater of the Boyd Legions, Tamer of Dragons -- Freedom defined is freedom denied. (Illuminatus) From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: [S-TGOD] Terran Alliance Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/15 Aboard Lord Graeme's worldship, a pair of images appeared. One was focused by a holoprojector: the image of Star Marshall Kyle Knopf. The other was focused by simple magical will. "Good morning, gentles. Star Marshall, good to see you up and about. Kynes, I see that the rudimentary projection spells I taught you are working out well." The projection nodded. Although not perfect yet, it was nearly indistinguishable from a high-quality hologram, or a person simply standing in the room. "Yes, Lord Graeme, indeed. And even with my relative newness at this projection, the runes on the walls have not escaped me! It seems we're both coming along well in the basics." The Star Marshall smiled politely and nodded, but truth be told, he was a bit nervous. He was a commander, a military man! He was used to strategy briefings and tactical discussions. Yet, here he was in the first meeting of the new Terran Alliance, talking to two wizards... one of whom did not even have an army! Lord Graeme and Brother Kynes continued talking about various magical oddities, and then they came to the business at hand. Kynes spoke first. "I am sure you are both aware of the looming shadow of the Boyd Collective. Recently, however, the situation has grown worse. The Universe spoke to me last night." Lord Graeme raised an eyebrow. Star Marshall Knopf merely peered. "I realize what you must both think, but keep in mind that the Universe is a living being, much as the Earth. It spoke to me of a pact, a pact made with the Boyd Collective, and two other individuals. One of these individuals actually had the audacity to attempt to speak with the Universe. The Universe, once it lowered itself to this pitiful individual's level, was able to completely milk this mortal of his secrets while still telling him everything he wanted to hear." Kynes closed his eyes for a moment and drew a few runes in the air. Over the next hour, he gave a rough sketch of the enemy. Their intent. Their forces. Their abilities. Their home planet -- Mars. Lord Graeme, as time went on, began to fill in more details, suddenly cobbling together some reports of his own wizards. Oddities in the magical fabric of the universe, and other such matters. Before long, Star Marshall Knopf began talking as well. As the time spun on, the enemy was revealed... from the sources of the Universe, Graeme's wizards, and Star Marshall Knopf's old-style intelligence gathering -- a bit unorthodox, at least to Kynes and Graeme, but still often the best way to get things done. The conversation, after a while, began to get more personal... until Star Marshall Knopf asked the question that was on both his and Graeme's mind. "Kynes," he said. "Yes?" Kynes replied. "The story about you killing a Boyd Master in single combat... is that true?" Kynes let a grin spread across his face and nodded slowly, his dark green robes seeming to shimmer... and even from light-years away, the air in the room seemed to warm with his mood. "Yes, 'tis indeed true." But the inquiries did not stop there. Kynes told his tale of defeating the Boyd Master. Graeme told his tale of dragging the whole solar system, and of how the Worldships were constructed... and the Star Marshall had his own tales. A few hours later, the holoprojector blinked off and Kynes ended his meditation. As Lord Graeme returned to his personal quarters, he reflected once again on what a good idea this alliance truly had been. The Mars Pact? Bah. -- -LK! [ kynes@choam.org ] [ ICQ: 795238 ] [ AIM: Kynes23 ] The World Is A Torus. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [S-TGOD] Terran Alliance Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/15 Meditating in his chambers, Xtreme concentrated in creating an image of the Heart of the Universe and sent it to Kynes. It wasn't hard to find him since he was radiating a strong magical aura, which can only be seen by those experienced in such arts. He gave misinformation to Kynes by way of the image and mixed in the lies was a bit of truth to give the message some credence. Among the truths were the name and the home planet of the Alliance. Information Kynes and his cronies would eventually find out. But he lied about everything else and Kynes took the bait. The Heart has promised and his promise was law. Besides even if the Solar System would end up destroyed, the Heart would restore it and place a new guardian of the Sol system. Once it was done, Xtreme opened his eyes and said,"Computer, on hailing frequencies to Admiral Boyd." "Hailing frequencies open." "Holocomm online" "Online" The holoprojector simulateously received and tranmitted Xtreme's image to Boyd,"Kynes and friends have been duped. Xtreme out." Smiling, Xtreme returned to his meditation, waiting for Boyd's responce. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [S-TGOD] Terran Alliance Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/16 The many years Rog had spent controlling Imperial Intelligence had led to the construction of some quite unorthodox surveillance equipment. The XJB-220 "Jedi Seeker" was just such a piece of equipment originally designed to monitor increased use of the force nearby, with a minimum of retuning it could be used to effectively listen in on the magical conversations of the primitive mages that inhabited this galaxy. Especially those of one as foolishly overconfident as Kynes, one so sure of his own powers that he refused to think that a non magical being such as Rog could possibly beat him, Rog on the other hand was intent on showing him just how wrong he was. Viewing Kynes' latest conversation with the universe being Rog decided to let the wizard know just how much he knew. "Computer begin recording a message to Kynes on Earth, no encryption I do not care who hears this" Rog moved in the holocam's field of view and began to speak. "For once you are correct Kynes. Earth will be healthier than ever soon once it accepts Imperial hegemony, your pitiful allies can not match us in space or on land and some you will be living your worst nightmare." "End recording and transmit" with that he activated the ISS Slaanesh's internal comm system and requested a status report from the bridge. "Sir we have almost finished the offloading of supplies and construction of Mars' defensive installations" "Excellent, as soon as the last transport craft is aboard jump to the following co-ordinates, Rog out" -- Martian Planetary Defences Quad layer planetary shielding, 30,000 interceptor missile batteries, 8000 planet defender Ion cannons, 4 CGT arrays, 50 mobile starbases in orbit Fighters garrisoned: 200 x TIE Defender Wings, 50 x Boyd Collective Viper II Wings Troops garrisoned: 500 x Storm commando divisions, 200 x Imperial armour divisions -- Rog "Everything is politics" ASVS Mastermind Website: www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/quiz.htm From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [S-TGOD] Terran Alliance Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/19 in article 88ge2q$47d$1@newsg2.svr.pol.co.uk, Rog at rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk wrote on 17/2/00 9:11 am: > This didn't show up on my server yet so I'm reposting it. <snip> > "Sir we have almost finished the offloading of supplies and construction of > Mars' defensive installations" > "Excellent, as soon as the last transport craft is aboard jump to the > following co-ordinates, Rog out" As the 'Slaanesh' departed the system a small detachment had arrived from the Boyd Collective. A Mobile Starbase had been secured to each of Mars' glorified asteroid moons. Work had already begun to hollow them out and convert them into fighter launch facilities. 2 squadron of Vesuviuvs destroyers, 24 wings of Griffins 12 Wings of Viper-IIs and 36 wings of Vipers were being deployed to each along with a 5 Corp strong complement of Space Grunts. A small contribution in comparison to that of the Imperial Executor's, but they would serve a purpose. BFA-9, accompanied by Moon was touring the facilities, pointing out the technological marvels available on one of the Collective's smallest classes of station. Moon was suitably impressed, but there were still things he and his men could teach the ever-smug clones. "It's all very... spartan, isn't it Admiral?" "It is efficient, yes. It serves the Collectives needs without wasting space on such frivolities as lounges or recreation rooms. At least, not in the same numbers as the stations of other races." "We're really quite different, you and I. Us and our people." _How true_ thought BFA-9. He remembered touring Moon's flagship some days ago. So diffeent. Why? What makes us different? Being the superior race? Being Boyd? Are we really so different? BFA-9's doubts were continuing and it disturbed him. To question the superiority of the Boyd was unheard of within the Collective. I mustn't have recovered from that bout of Rigellian flu yet. Must check with the doctor, later. It wouldn't do any harm to check why we are superior though, would it? "Different, yes. And in that lies our strength. Mon paused in mid-stride. "Strength is determined by armies and fleets. Of them we have an abundance, but Kynes doesn't fight with a military. What use is our strength then?' BFA-9 didn't reply at first, instad turning to a viewport. Not an actual window, but rather a holoviewer set into the wall, simulating the outside view. Beneath the station, Mars glared angrily, bathing space in a red light. Anger, fear, aggression. Products and causes of war. How fitting that they would come to such a planet where the Darkside manipulations of the boyd MAsters seemed to have found embodiement. It was a different story with Mars' inhabitants, however. Good, loyal, law-abiding people. Once neutral, they had accepted Imperials rule without fuss and were reaping the benefits. They prospered with Imperial trade and defence and were asked to give little. A happy people. A people at odds with their planet, just as BFA-9 felt at odds with his nature. "What use is our strength? We can fight his allies, occupy planets, do any number of things a man alone can not do. But that's not what you wanted answered, is it? How to do we defeat Kynes is what troubles you. We are Boyd and in that you must trust." In that we must all trust, he thought to himself. > -- > Martian Planetary Defences > Quad layer planetary shielding, 30,000 interceptor missile batteries, 8000 Are the IM batteries the same kind my forces use? Are they MDBs or pure IM batteries? > planet defender Ion cannons, 4 CGT arrays, 50 mobile starbases in orbit The same kind I use? In that case you've got more troops in orbit than on the ground :^) > Fighters garrisoned: 200 x TIE Defender Wings, 50 x Boyd Collective Viper II > Wings > Troops garrisoned: 500 x Storm commando divisions, 200 x Imperial armour > divisions -- Jonathan AIM: BoydClone | STvsSW website: http://www.jboyd.co.uk/index.html Carpe Aptenodytes! From: Alex Moon (moonman_559@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [S-TGOD] Terran Alliance Prologue Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/19 Striding down the cooridor of the _Destiny_, Moon watched the bustle of the ship around him. Crewmen hurried from place to place, working with the utmost efficiency. In all his years, he was always amazed at the pure dedication the human spirit brings. He paused to let a young leutinant hurry by; using the time to shift his sword to a more comfortable position. He was a master swordsman, and constantly worked his body to the limit with it, as well as other weapons. In addition to the sword, he was skilled with the quarterstaff, the knife, the rifle, the hand blades, and twelve forms of martial arts. When he had been commissioned, he had been immersed into a nutrient solution, and fed training sims through a neurolink for three weeks. He had studied everything from hand to hand combat, something he had already been skilled at, to advanced fleet tactics. Reaching his quarters, he opened the door and stepped inside. He turned left and tossed his sword on the bunk, then pulled his sweat soaked shirt over his head. "Your late." He said turning around. The young man sitting in the corner didn't miss a step. "My shuttle was delayed at the collapsar gate. I apologize." "That's no problem," Moon said. "The others arrived two days ago. We were waiting for you. I suggest that you grab a hot meal while you can. I intend to proceed as soon as possible." "Yes sir. Thank you sir." The man nodded, then stood. "By your leave..." "You're dismissed." Moon motioned. "Oh, what's your name, Haraki?" "Palmer, sir. Palmer Aja." The man left. Moon stood for a few minutes, thinking. The Harakee Sorasi were an elite guard, super secret. They had been around since the Founding, nearly 500 years ago. In all that time, the Shadow Guardians had never failed in their tasks. Now would be their greatest test. Turning, Moon sat at his computer terminal and opened a communication to Captain Harred. The Colonial image appeared, then was replaced be the Captain. "What is it sir?" He asked. "The final angel has arrived, Captain," Moon said. "I will leave at 0200 tomarrow. At that time, you will assume command of the fleet." "What of the Boyd, sir?" Harred asked. "Give the Admiral my regards. Inform him that I had a pressing matter to attend to, and that I will be returning in a few weeks." "Very good, Admiral." Harred paused. "Sir, what if you don't return?" "Pull the fleet back to Colonial space, then send out a wide band signal on all general frequencies. The message is stored in my personal files. I have set the scanners to recognize only your genetic ID. Then, you wait." Moon nodded. "I am not to be disturbed. Godspeed, Captain." He shut down the communication. Standing, he walked over to the bunk and pulled out a pack. He began to fill it. There was much to do before he left... From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [TGOD Prologue] And so, it begins..... Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/19 The probe whirred to itself irritably. It had failed in its primary mission due to carelessness and it worried briefly about the punishment it might receive. No matter, it thought. The Outsiders had already done their damage and there was precious little it could do to change that fact. The Probe had waited for 35 million years in the Sol System before becoming bored. In its boredom it wandered. And in its wanderings it had forgotten about its primary duty. Its duty to watch and wait. For now, though, it had resolved to cease its wanderings and return to duty. It scanned deep space for any signs of intruders while reviewing the telemetry data taken from the automated listening post on Europa’s ocean floor. The Outsiders were tremendously powerful. They had managed to destroy several planets before leaving. Somehow those planets were back now. Odd, the probe thought. Planets usually stay destroyed once destruction has been visited upon them. Alderaan certainly had. No matter, though. It had reviewed the data and was ready to waken its master to make its report. But wait… there, on the edge of sensor range. What was that? New fleets approaching? New forces gathering? The Probe ran a quick self- diagnostic then cursed its bad luck. Yes, there were indeed new forces on the move. And that could only mean one thing. That the time its master had waited 50 million years for was at hand. It was time, or so it appeared, to awaken the fleet. -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Nathan Yates (Fifty_Caliber@webtv.net) Subject: [STGOD] Force Declaration Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/19 On the outskirts of the Sol system, a powerful invasion force awaits. It is commanded by King Nathan Yates of Guantletia, formerly of Earth. He had been abducted by some aliens, and this had pissed him off big time. So, on the way to the aliens' homeworld, he got loose, killed his kidnappers, and arrived at Guantetia. The leader of the aliens did not expect Yates to be free. Nathan killed him. By rule of the aliens' law, the person who kills the leader becomes leader. So he becomes King. Someone tried to eliminate him, but he turned out to be too much for any of the Guantletians to handle. It turned out this is where a lot of humans that had been abducted were brought to, so Nathan had them released. Eventually, he got homesick, and missed things he had on Earth, like his girlfriend and Monday Night Raw. He sent probes to check on the status of Earth, and he saw all kinds of changes going on. Changes he did not like. This simply wouldn't do. He always felt he could do a better job of ruling the world than anyone else. He was a nice guy, for one thing, and had some decent morals. The Guantletians had no complaints. He had already solved some of their problems. So, what's a King to do? He orders a powerful military force to be constructed. He uses designs and ideas that most people wouldn't consider, as well as some very standard ones. His force consists of: Warships: 1 Eclipse-class SSD 50 ISD-2s 200 Carrack-class cruisers 200 Corellian Corvettes 200 Corellian Gunships Starfighters:3800 ships Half of the Starfighter forces consist of Gunstars from 'The Last Starfighter' The other half consists of Scimitar bombers. Ground forces: Personell: 1,000,000 (enough men to conquer the Earth, with the right weaponry) Troops are armed with a variety of weapons:40% FAMAS 5.56mm Automatic rifles/or E-11s and grenades, 10% armed with Flame throwers, 10% armed with rocket launchers 40% are shock troopers, armed with Tesla coils and projectors. One shot could at least severly damage an M1 tank.(Note: get Command and Conquer:Red Alert Retaliation for details) Armor: Tesla Tanks, have similar lightining projector as shock troopers. Could take down an AT-AT with a couple of shots. Mammoth Tanks, huge double-barrelled tanks. Twice as powerful as an M1. AT-ATs, for APCs. Base defenses (to be set up when a base is established): Tesla Coils(Again, like the shock troops)(Note: requires a power plant nearby) Pillboxes w/ heavy machineguns/E-WEBs Razor wire Mines Morters and Artillery. Flamethrower towers. -- "Beat me if you can...survive if I let you". From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: [STGOD] Trade Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/29 On the planet of Earth the citizens watch as a new device is placed in every major city on the planet. A holo projection is visible over each construction site. "Hello people of Earth. I am Star Marshall Knopf of the Galactic Imperium. As you know the treacherous 'Mars Pact' has blockaded your peaceful planet. We will be doing our best to crush this Pact soon enough, but until then I am presenting your planet with a gift." He waves his hand towards the building behind him. "This is a matter-transmitter commonly called the mat-trans. With this you can travel intergalactic distances in microseconds. With this you will have direct access to the thousnads of worlds of the Imperium. With this there will be no more shortages!" The crowd goes craxt applauding madly and screaming, "Death, Death to Mars and Boyd" SMiling a knowing smile Kyle looks out on the crowd nad says, "Yes. Death and Destruction to Boyd and all who fight with him. Today we have eliminated one of Boyds most dangerous weapons. Soon we will eliminate Boyd himself. I pledge this to you, and I will not fail with the support of your leader Kynes and our ally Graeme of Dice. Together we shall rid this solar system of the Boyd!" Knopf walks off the podium and disappears from the holoprojectors, the crowd still cheering him and screaming, "Death to Boyd." The cunning plan of Rog has failed the people of Earth are fully behind Kynes and his allies. -- Star Marshall Kyle Knopf Commander 495th Battle Squadron From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Trade Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/29 On the ISS Slaanesh Rog views Knopf's transmission to Earth. Seeing that the people of Earth have been tricked into accepting alien domination he takes a decision. <Imperial broadcast to the solar system> "After seeing the proganda techniques that the members of the so called Terran alliance use to control their subjects and the destructive influences that it brings with it along with their threats against the Imperial protectorate of Mars, I am giving this ultimatum to the Terran alliance: you are to withdraw all your forces from Earth and turn the wizard Kynes over to the custody of Imperial forces. You have until March 1st, 12:00:01 am PST to comply with these conditions or a state of war will exsist between the Galatic Empire and the members of the Terran alliance. I fully expect my fellow members of the Mars pact to follow suit and declare war. As for the people of Earth this is not an action against you but an attempt to free you from oppression, I suggest that you rise up against Kynes and just as an incentive the person who delivers him to me will be awarded 100 million Imperial credits. Additionally the space around the orbits of Mars and Mercury is occupied by interdiction pickets designed to stop any form of FTL travel and patrolled by battlegroup 1 of the Imperial Terran Sector Expeditionary Force. Anyone who viloates this space will be destroyed. That is all" -- Rog "Elim Garak - the Che Guevara of ASVS." - Lord Edam de Fromage ASVS Mastermind Website: www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/quiz.htm From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Trade Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/29 Rog wrote: > > Additionally the space around the orbits of Mars and Mercury is occupied by > interdiction pickets designed to stop any form of FTL travel and patrolled > by battlegroup 1 of the Imperial Terran Sector Expeditionary Force. Anyone > who viloates this space will be destroyed. That is all" > Lounging on his flag deck Knopf observes the message from Rog. Is he supposed to be scared? The Terran Alliance will not bend. As for FTL travel, it is unimportant. Trade goods are going via mat-trans and his warships could handle the blockade when needed. All was going very well, the people of Earth were disgusted by the very nature of the Boyd, a race of artificial clones, they had pledged to fight till death if needed before giving in. OOC What's the size of the First Battle group? Also the Imperium isn't alien, I'm human. -- Star Marshall Kyle Knopf From: Nathan Yates (Fifty_Caliber@webtv.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Trade Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 In article <89h426$fag$1@news8.svr.pol.co.uk>, "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk> wrote: > Additionally the space around the orbits of Mars and Mercury is occupied by > interdiction pickets designed to stop any form of FTL travel and patrolled > by battlegroup 1 of the Imperial Terran Sector Expeditionary Force. Anyone > who viloates this space will be destroyed. That is all" > On board the Eclipse-class Stardestroyer _Enforcer_, King Nathan the First of Guantletia sat upon his command throne, and smiled with glee as he watched the transmission from Earth. Reports from dozens of stealth probe droids and cloaked recon fighters confirmed the positions of the enemies in-system. Other devices set up confirmed that other vessels were on their way to the Sol system. On the surface, it looked like the odds were against Yates and his 651-strong fleet of warships. The 50 ISDs, 200 Carracks, 200 Corvettes, and 200 Gunships were preparing to deploy to various positions in the space around the Sol system, ready to jump in at the right time... They appeared to have the disadvantage. HOWEVER, that wasn't neccessarily the case. It was going to be everybody for themselves. And that was how Nathan was going to win. "Excellent. They are about to go to war. We will let them wipe each other out, and then, we shall strike!" "Order all ships to their positions, and get ready!" In ten minutes all of the ships were in position. Each ISD had four Carracks escorting it, as well as four Corvettes and four gunships. The fleet deployed in groups of four ISDs and their escorts together, in different positions. The _Enforcer_ was escorted by four groups like this as well. Communications between the whole group was maintained by the way they were positioned; messages were realyed between the ships in a circle around the Sol system, so none of the messages were intercepted. They all eagerly awaited the attack order... -- "Beat me if you can...survive if I let you". From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] It has begun ... Ratings Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/02/29 Rog wrote: > > BTW, where are the ratings of the different combatants that you said > you were going to do? I've been busier that I thought. Here's a basic run down on the stats. Note: While reading these ratings remember 2 things: 1.) They are based on my personal opinions and they may not be accurate. 2.) I'm a lying bastard! ---===--- Boyd, Jonathan Classification: Hive Mind Rank: Unknown Personal: 3 Forces: Space: 2 Ground: 2 Reason: Redemption for past losses. ---===--- Brother Alpha Classification: Monk / Madman Rank: Unknown Personal: 8 Forces: Space: 1 Ground: 2 Reason: Watch the destruction. ---===--- Dice, Graeme Classification: Wizard Rank: Lord Personal: 9 Forces: Space: 2 Ground: 8 Reason: Defense of the Earth ---===--- Kyle Classification: Military Rank: Star Marshal Personal: 3 Forces: Space: 8 Ground: 6 Reason: Revenge against former Ally ---===--- Moon, Alex Classification: Military Rank: Admiral Personal: 3 Forces: Space: 1 Ground: 2 Reason: Acting on orders ---===--- Rog Classification: Force Hunter Rank: Military Executor Personal: 6 Forces: Space: 5 Ground: 2 Reason: Execution, Target Kynes ---===--- Samuel, Ian Classification: Wizard Rank: Archmage Personal: 10 Forces: Space: 1 Ground: 3 Reason: ??? ---===--- Skolaris, Kayle Classification: Ancient Rank: Lord Protector Personal: 6 Forces: Space: 9 Ground: 7 Reason: Fulfill ancient prophecy ---===--- Thesla Classification: Military Rank: Commander Personal: ??? Forces: Space: ??? Ground: n/a Reason: ??? ---===--- Xtreme Classification: Military Rank: Admiral Personal: 7 Forces: Space: 10 Ground: 10 Reason: Grudge against Kynes ---===--- Yates, Nathan Classification: Abductee Rank: King Personal: 5 Forces: Space: 2 Ground: 9 Reason: Conquer Earth and return it to its past glory ---===--- C.S.Strowbridge From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Trade Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kyle <kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net> wrote in message news:38BC9231.9953ECFE@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net... > Rog wrote: > > > > > > Here is my OOB not including reserves: > > > > www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/STGOD.htm > > Thanks and to return the favor > http://kylejk.homepage.com/TGODInfo.txt > It won't upload to my website so I'll post it here. Imperial Terran Sector Expeditionary Force Commander: Military Executor Rog Order of Battle Flagship: ISS Slaanesh, Executor II class command ship Main battlegroup: 50 x Wyvern class cruisers, 30 x Mordor class fleet carriers Secondary battlegroup: 40 x XMF-022 "World Devastators" General Notes Assault forces - unit operational strength; 1 division = 5 regiments of 2000 troops, 1 regiment = 4 battalions 500 troops, 1 battalion = 5 companies of 100 troops -- Storm commando divisions are organised as follows: 4 regiments mounted in P12 hover APCs, 1 regiment mounted on WW-676 repulsorlift platforms, -- Imperial armour divisions are organised as follows: 2 regiments of X1 Viper war droids, 2 regiments of P45 "Mars" heavy tanks, 1 regiment of P23 "Cobra" mobile artillery platforms -- Fighter command - unit operational strength; 1 wing = 2 groups of 36 fighters, 1 group = 3 squadrons of 12 fighters -- Multi purpose defence battery: 2 dual turbolasers, dual Ion cannon, tractor beam projector. Vortex missiles: Heavy combat missiles that can literally rip a ship apart by sucking it's constituent parts into hyperspace. A ship may survive one hit but hundreds of missiles raining down on it will almost certainly destroy any ship. Interdiction blister: gravity well generators and heavy jamming equipment designed to stop almost any form of FTL. Galaxy class hyperdrive: Advanced hyperdrive developed for the fast deployment of the galaxy gun's particle disintegrator warheads, capable of 1,000,000 c. Neutronium/quantum crystalline composite armour: Heavy neutronium armour combined with an alloy of the quantum crystalline armour used on the suncrusher. While not as indestructible as it's predecessor it is vastly stronger than standard neutronium armour and can survive a hail of fire from the heaviest weaponry before failing. Molecularly shielded armour plating: Medium armour that absorbs the power of an energy weapon blast and feeds it into the weaponry of the vehicle it protects. All droids and vehicles have been given a high degree of protection against EMP and Ion cannon based weaponry. All ships have enough landing craft to deploy and recover their ground troops from the battle zone. These craft are heavily armoured/shielded and fast but lightly armed. Naval Force Specifications Executor II class command ship Length: 17.5 km Crew: 500,000 FTL: Galaxy class hyperdrive Offensive capabilities: 2500 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 2000 general purpose warhead launchers, 2000 multi purpose defence batteries, 6 gravity well generators, CGT array Defences: Neutronium/quantum crystalline composite armour, ablative armour, shielding approximately 4 times that of an Eclipse class battleship, multiple redundant shield generators, cloaking device Fighter complement: 16 x TIE Defender wings Troop complement: 14 x Storm commando divisions, 6 Imperial armour divisions -- Wyvern class heavy cruiser Length: 4.8 km Crew: 80,000 FTL: Galaxy class hyperdrive Offensive capabilities: 250 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 300 general purpose warhead launchers, 300 multi purpose defence batteries, 1 gravity well generator Defences: Heavy neutronium armour, ablative armour, shielding approximately equal to that of a Sovereign class battleship, multiple redundant shield generators, cloaking device Fighter complement: 4 x TIE Defender wings Troop complement: 3 x Storm commando divisions -- Mordor class fleet carrier. Length: 3.2 km Crew: 50,000 FTL: Galaxy class hyperdrive. Offensive capabilities: 400 general purpose warhead launchers, 200 multi purpose defence batteries. Defences: Neutronium armour, ablative armour, shielding approximately equal to six times that of an ISD II, multiple redundant shield generators, cloaking device Fighter complement: 16 x TIE Defender wings Troop complement: 14 x Storm commando divisions, 6 Imperial armour divisions -- World Devastators and TIE Defenders have standard specifications for ships of their class. Assault Force Specifications Imperial Storm Commando; Elite infantry with access to a wide variety of equipment and protected by enhanced scout trooper armour. -- P12 hover APC Length: 12 meters Crew: 2 Weapons: 2 hull mounted e-web heavy repeating blasters Defenses: Durasteel/tritanium armour, shielding equivalent to twice that of an AT-ST, electro hull -- Modified WW-676 repulsorlift platform Length: 2 meters Crew: 2 Weapons: Variable fit, turret mounted light support weapon -- X1 Viper war droid Weaponry: 2 e-web heavy repeating blasters, 2 light turbolasers, 2 power claws Defences: Molecularly shielded armour plating, shielding equivalent to three times that of an AT-ST -- P45 "Mars" heavy tank; Length 30 meters Crew: 8 Weaponry: 2 turret mounted dual medium turbolasers, 4 sponsoon mounted dual e-web heavy repeating blasters Defences: Heavy durasteel/tritanium armour, shielding equivalent to twice that of an AT-AT, electro hull -- P23 "Cobra" mobile artillery platform Length: 15 meters Crew: 4 Weaponry: 4 heavy mortars, 2 hull mounted e-web heavy repeating blasters Defenses: Durasteel/tritanium armour, shielding equivalent to twice that of an AT-ST, electro hull Martian Planetary Defences Quad layer planetary shielding, 30,000 interceptor missile batteries, 8000 planet defender Ion cannons, 4 CGT arrays, 50 mobile starbases in orbit Fighters garrisoned: 200 x TIE Defender Wings, 50 x Boyd Collective Viper II Wings Troops garrisoned: 1000 x Storm commando divisions, 200 x Imperial armour divisions -- Rog "Elim Garak - the Che Guevara of ASVS." - Lord Edam de Fromage ASVS Mastermind Website: www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/quiz.htm From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 (I'm posting this now because I don't know when PST is and I'll probably be asleep then. Besides, TGODs are always timed to GMT. To keep within the rules though, it won't come into effect until 12:01 PST. Besides, it's not as if I'm attacking anyone. Just bringing in my reinforcements.) [Star #7896] It had no name. Just a number, an abstraction, meaningless to all but computers. No planets, no proximity to major powers, nothing of interest. Perfect for a rendezvous. 322 ships, their stealthy forms silhouetted against the raging inferno that marked the system's presence. In a flicker of light barely visible against such a backdrop, several flotillas of smaller craft appeared. Landing barges, transports, fighters. Just 2 more arrivals and they would be ready. 3 hours into the orbit they arrived. Mysterious black edifices. Metallic, yet with a strangely organic feel to them that registered, albeit faintly on the minds of the Boyd Knights and Masters present. 2 Blackstone Fortresses. The Empire had its Death stars, The Dice Legions their worldship, the Imperium their Asgerds. The Boyd had Blackstone Fortresses. Seconds after their arrival, the fleet came about, powering up engines. Minutes later, all signs of their presence were gone. [Neptune] The fleet reappeared in orbit around the binary system of Neptune and Uranus. Several Boyd starbases were in position, greedily consuming the planets and storing up supplies for the Collective's warriors. Upon the fleet's arrival, the battleships of I Battleship Group cloaked and headed for Sol, taking thier part in the Grand Vigil. Would USENET come? [BSS Phoenix] BFA-9 was as usual to be found staring out the portholes of his flagship. He never tired of the starry view. Few Boyds did. Random thoughts floated through his normally ordered mind, taking a break from the grim realities of potential war. "I am constant as the Northern Star" rose one thought, unbidden. A message from Kynes? Or the Collective? BFA-9 sighed. The only constant he knew was death. All his life he had fought for the Collective. His room, normally darkened, was temporarily illuminated by the arrival of II Carrier Group and the departure of I Carrier Group to relieve it. No skirmishes yet, but that was sure to change. at least the Mars Defences were complete. It was late and BFA-9 wanted to be fully rested. Tomorrow would see the shedding of much blood, of that he was sure. He was seconds from the bridge by transporter however and always carried a hypospray of stimulant. If they were attacked, an unlikely event given that they were phase cloaked, he would be battleworthy by the time a ship closed to firing range. Pulling the warm covers over himself, he relaxing, intending to enjoy what would likely be his last proper sleep. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 [Mars, Imperial Terran Sector HQ] A fleet of Imperial warships had just left orbit and were driving hard to leave the planets gravity well so they could make the microjump to Earth. These were not normal warships though but 80 of the Empires most deadly cruisers and carriers escorting the pride of the fleet, the virtually indestructable ISS Slaanesh. [Earth orbit, minuits later] Lord Rog, Imperial Military Executor and head of Imperial Intellegence addressed the cowering populace: "Once again I must address you, I am saddend by your continued resistence to our attemps at friendship but I really can't wait around all day for you to come around. I hope you are not inconvenenced by this action it won't take long and I am really sorry for any lives lost during this operation." With that the fleet opened fire on Earth's planetary shield's. Far below ground the wizard Kynes increased the power of the planets natural defenses, the shiled strength intensified and volcanoes began taking shots at the assembled fleet. The Imperial ships intiated evasive manouvers and rotated in and out of firing positions to give their shields a chance to recharge, this way very few Imperial ships took serious damage. Despite this the planetary shield stayed up, it looked as if Rog had lost as he would have to withdraw soon before Kynes' allies arrived, unless of course he wished to engage them in a space battle. Rog was not stupid enough to waste resources on a futile attack though and he gave a signal to his hidden forces on Earth to begin their attack, the space battle had been a diversion and the 40 World Deveistators of battlegroup 2 disengaged their phase cloak These superweapons had been retrofitted with this tech by the Boyd collective and had moved into position through the shield hours before. Undetected they had taken up position above the areas where the shield was being generated. Too many of these site exsisted for them to all be destroyed but the WD's had located and were now in the process of destroying those protected an area of central Asia. Through the hole in the shield this opened Turbolaser fire poured, destroying ground based weapons and allowing an invasion force to be landed. 500 Storm commado and 100 Imperial armour divisions were deployed on the planet. Immediately the Imperial fleet withdrew to Mars and after arriving safely at their destination and recieving the same cloaking tech as the Devistators took up defensive positions around the Red planet, phase cloaked and waiting they were ready to combat the expected attack from Knopf's forces. The World Devistators remained on Earth and provided the invasion force with theater shields, command bunkers and weapon emplacements before beginning to consume the ground itself to construct vast numbers of droids and tanks and a strange massive citidel covering many miles. A modified CGT array similar to the one now protecting Mars was set up that allowed it to detect any phase cloaked ships tat wanted to try the same trick that go they had tried. They were ready for anything and soon Kynes would learn the price of defying Rog. -- Rog From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 "They're doing WHAT???" Kayle shouted. "I'm afraid so, sir." his second in command, Supreme Admiral Tigellinus said. "A fleet has moved into position around both Uranus and Neptune and begin siphoning off atmosphere at a prodigious rate. I estimate both planets will be completely gone within one month." Kayle scowled irritably. "This is intolerable! Not only must they bring their thrice-damned wars here, they must wreck the entire ecosystem while they're at it! Fine, they want play that way, we'll play that way." Turning to his comm answer Kayle barked out "Commander, get Tralesta and Dorinia on the line now!" Seconds later the faces of both admirals appeared via hologram. Kayle, still visibly annoyed, spoke "Admiral Tralesta, you are to take the main assault fleet and engage the forces at Neptune immediately. Dorinia, relocate to sector 6 and continue preparations there. Transmission ends." Turning away from the holonet tranceivers, Kayle said "Admiral, have the Black Raptor prepped for launch immediately. You will have command here until I return." In the blackness of space, massive starbases and warships of the Boyd Collective siphoned off the layers of atmosphere which comprised the beautiful blue world of Neptune. Not completely oblivious to the possibility of attack, reconnaissance drones scanned space and transmitted a continuous data feed to the rest of the fleet. Suddenly their sensors had something to scan. Quite a lot of something. So much something, in fact, that 7% of the drones found that they could not contain the power surge necessary to fully comprehend what was happening. Filing a final status report, 7% of the Collective's recon drones emitted a mournful 5 microsecond sigh and self-destructed rather than burn out and be taken as salvage by the enemy. But their jobs had been done. The Fleet knew an attack was coming and trained its sensor arrays in the direction of the disturbances. What they detected was far more than they expected. Thousands of tiny points of light flared against the blackness of space then the fabric of reality tore as the points expanded into massive blue vortexs spewing thousands of warships into the vicinity of Neptune. Hundred of thousands of snubfighters streaked out into open space, spraying super- heated death at the Boyd Collective fleets. Massive dagger-shaped warships covered in ominous spiky black armor poured from the swirling spatial rifts firing wave upon wave of missile volleys, turbolaser barrages, and superlaser bolts into the Collective fleets. Staggered under the ferocity of the terrible onslaught, the Collective fell back momentarily to rally their forces, then the battle was joined in earnest. No quarter would be given, no quarter would be asked, and annihilation or triumph would be the only option this day. The wars had begun. ************************************************************************ The assault fleet attacking the Boyd Collective forces at Neptune are as follows: 1 Tarkin-II Class Star Dreadnought (50 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable, 1,440 strike fighters and 576 assault bombers) 6 Sovereign-II Class Star Battleships (15 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable, 240 strike fighters and 120 assault bombers each) 10 Retribution Class Star Battlecruisers 16.09 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable, 360 strike fighters and 240 assault bombers each) 8 Archangel Class Heavy Star Carriers (24.135 kilometers long, not Death Star Scale Damage Capable, but each carries 57,600 strike fighters and 28,800 assault bombers 8 Supreme-II Class Heavy Star Cruisers (12.872 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable, 144 strike fighters and 96 assault bombers each) 12 Valorous-II Class Light Star Cruisers (8.045 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable 96 strike fighters and 48 assault bombers each) 24 Allegiance-III Class Heavy Star Destroyers (3.6 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Damage Capable, 72 strike fighters and 48 assault bombers each) 72 Imperator-V Class Light Star Destroyers (1.609 kilometers long, not Death Star Damage Capable but mounting super heavy anti-capital ship guns, 48 strike fighters and 24 assault bombers each) 216 Carrack-III Class Star Frigates (480 meters long, mounting heavy anti-capital ship guns, 12 strike fighters and 12 assault bombers each) 1,296 Halberd-II Class Star Corvettes (275 meters long, mounts medium anti-capital ship guns, but extremely heavy anti-starfighter guns. 12 strike fighters each) 155,492 Nashtah Class Heavy Gunships (115 meters long, mounts a single super heavy anti-capital ship emplacement and numerous light anti-ship emplacements as well as heavy anti-starfighter defenses, no support craft) 80 World Shaper Class Supply/Repair Ships (34 kilometers long, Death Star Scale Capable, not front-line combatants, currently carrying no support craft) E-Mail me for more information. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 > Seconds later Kayle spoke again, "High Admiral Tralesta, I want you to > move your battlefleet to sector five and await my assault command. High > Admiral Dorinia, you are to take the reserve fleet to sector seven and > begin consolidation and construction of a secondary fall-back position > in case this gets uglier than I think it will. Continue routing all > comm traffic through Europa. The longer they're looking for the true > source of our transmissions, the happier I'll be. Good luck and may the > Force be with us all. Transmission ends." > > 'Now,' Kayle thought silently, 'now we wait and see what happens.' BFA-9 listened with cool detachment to the message. That made at least 5 factions vying for power within Sol. 5 factions that did not include USENET. Several probed had been dispatched to survey the new sun and had confirmed it was not a creation of USENET. Kynes had constructed it obviously. BFA-9 sighed. Earth. The Collective's birthplace? Was it worth fighting for? A lump of rock and water that could be torn asunder by the fleets now arrayed. His treaties required that he protect Mars and that seemed reasonable. He had spent several days Shore Leave there. Good people, hospitable, passionate, dedicated. They had welcomed the Mars Pact and were all to ready to defend their home if attacked. Perhaps this was one interplanetary war that didn't require Boyd intervention. There were, however, other concerns. "Comms, open a channel to the Lord Protector." "Channel open." "Lord Protector, I am Fleet Admiral 9 of the Boyd Collective. You have already heard from our Imperial Allies, but perhaps you would like to hear our account of ourselves also. We have no intention of imposing on your rule. In fact we will gladly join you in liberating Earth from the tyranny of the Terran Alliance. We are here to settle a matter of honour, something I'm sure a race as ancient as yours will understand. We are here to avenge losses at the hands of those who hold dominion over Earth. Treacherous losses that were without honour. I trust you will understand. BFA-9 out. Open a channel to the Slaanesh." "Channel open." "The phase cloaks worked?" "Perfectly." Rog was grinning now. It wouldn't have been apparent to the casual observer, but BFA-9 knew him well enough now to see through the stern visage. "The invasion continues apace. Will you be sending troops to join us?" "Soon perhaps. We await a reply from the Lord Protector." "Very well. I assume you have detected the fleet outside the system?" "The small Imperial one?" Rog scowled at that. Renegades perhaps. A petty warlord who had set himself up as king no doubt. "My forces are occupied with the defence of Mars, currently. Perhaps you could..." "Of course. II Carrier Group will handle it." "I look forward to your battle report. Now, however, I have duties to attend to." From his expression, BFA-9 was sure it was more paperwork. It never ended. "Boyd out. Comms, inform II Carrier Group that the word is given." [II Carrier Group] Upon arrival of the reinforcement fleet, the carrier group had returned to Boyd space for refitting. Sufficient phase cloaks had been produced to every ship in the taskforce. It wasn't standard procedure, but the shipment of refined minerals and gases from Neptune and Uranus had supplied the raw material and there were few people who could overrule a Fleet admiral's orders. The carrier group was now drifting along the edge of the system. The recently arrived battleship, 'Sharnorst', of the Drako class, was accompanying them. All communication was telepathic and phase cloaks were active. No one could know they were there. The CGT array of the 'Scharnorst' had located all 651 ships in Yates' fleet and identified them by their transmissions. For now, their mission was to eliminate the greatest threat in Yates' fleet. The superlaser of the Eclipse. For the moment its shields were down to reduce energy emissions. It's armour was pretty thick however, especially round the superlaser. Not thick enough to stop Humpty Dumpties though. a squaron of Viper-IIs had been equipped with 2 of the 500MT bobms each. 12GT of high explosive. Already they had engaged their cloaks and were drifting through space towards there target. As the Eclpise came into visual range the thrusters began burning, gradually slowing the fighters they were at rest within the battleship. They separated into flights, one taking up position at the emitters for the laser, one at the reactor and one at the huge capacitors that were building up to full charge. A single fighter from each flight would decloak and deploy a bomb, destroying its target utterly, except in the case of the flight at the reactor. It would use CIlM-5s instead. They only wanted to cripple the ship, not destroy it. On queue they decloaked and fired. 4 missiles sped towards the gargantuan power conduits leading fromt he reactor. A second before impact they separated into 20 individual warheads, covering the area in a wave of plasma fire. As the fighter cloaked, the Eclipse shuddered as the bombs at the emitters went off, fusing them into uselessness. It would take a major shipyard to refit them. Again the battleship shook as the capacitors blew. The Boyd doubted Yates had access to a shipyard capable of replacing them, or enough credit to foot the expense. The superlaser was definitely out of commission. Their mission complete, the 12 fighters returned to their carrier, the 'Munster' for refuelling and rearming. As they exited the star destroyer, they detected a flurry of activity. Fighters were launching, shields were up and weapons were tracking, looking for targets and finding none. below each of the 16 ISDs guarding Yates' flagship, space rippled as a Vesuvius class destroyer decloaked for all of a second. Too fast for enemy gunners to respond, but fast enough for 80 QTs, 32 type-14 phaser arrays and 20 pulse phaser cannons to be fired at the launching fighters by each destroyer. A handful of fighters survived, having already begun jinking upon launch, but there were more proximity QTs than there were fighters. There was nothing pilots could do to react in time. A few turbolasers were loosed by the more aware gunners on the ISDs, but they were too late. With the fleet in disarray and the superlaser off-line, the mission was accomplished. Fading into hyperspace, the Boyd taskforce transmitted its report. [BSS Phoenix] "Comms, send to the Eclipse class battleship heading up the fleet: This is Boyd Fleet Admiral 9, your presence in this system had been noted. Please be aware that hostilities have commenced between multiple warring factions. Any attempt to enter the system without an alliance would be considered... follhardy. In light of the damage you have sustained we suggest you leave or join us. We have shipyards that can repair you Eclipse. Join our enemies, however, and you shall find no respire from our attack. End transmission." Rog probably wouldn't like it. Renegades, pirates, or worse joining the alliance. Of course they could reject the offer. From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kyle sat in his command chair on the flagship, Tamman. To a casual observer he appeared to be lounging, but if you had looked closer you would had noticed the look of intense concentration on his face. Pouring in through the neural feeds linked to his brain he observed the attack by Rog. He made a decision and commands raced through the ship computer. Tamman is going in to battle. Macintyre will support the Earth assault and then act as a tactical reserve for the coming battle over Mars. Above the planet of Earth an impressive sight can be seen. Two Asgerd class warships exit hyper space and take orbit at a distance calculated not to disturb the planets gravity. On both ships hatches are seen to open and launders spread out falling towards the planet at an unbelievable pace to any one unfamiliar with Imperium technology. Each warship is landing in these transports 30 Corp of Imperial Marines, supported by 5 Corp of Light Tanks , and a single Corp of Heavy Tanks. A fairly light force by the Imperiums standards but more then enough to destroy Rog's small landing force. "Soldiers of the Galactic Empire. I am Star Marshall Knopf, the commander of the Fifth Imperium Forces operating in this system. I give you one chance to surrender, for you will not survive if you persist in this hopeless fight. I plead with you to surrender, I have no wish to slaughter you as you stand. But if it is necessary I will do so, have no doubt of that." His grim face is seen on every Imperial monitor in the system. He knew it was a waste of time, but he had to try. Almost instantly a reply was made, "I'm General Seevix, Star Marshall. I command this invasion force and I can not and will not surrender. So come on, you'll find that a soldier of the Galactic Empire takes a lot of killing. You my kill us but we'll make it a battle to remember." He admired the courage of the young General but Knopf gave the order. The World Devastaters were taken out with a precision orbital bombardment. The planetoids then went silent. Sitting far above Earth as huge golden moons of firepower; and death to all who would oppose them. The first transports to hit the ground were the ones containing the thirty million Marines. They quickly formed a perimeter and the transports perform a rapid turn around as the marines pile out and streak back home. Several Divisions of Imperial Battle Droids are blasted into rubble as the perimeter is probed. Seevix soon begins to realize what he is facing, and as the transports containing the tanks begin to land he orders a full out assault by the droid units supported by 20 regiments of commandoes as an exploitation force. "MOVE IT, you lazy bastards. They've launched a full scale assault. It looks to be mainly droids, so watch all your sensors not just life sensors." With those final words of advice the Marines are off. The droids approached with mindless stupidity, trying to overwhelm with pure firepower and armor. Maybe tactics like that work when you outnumber and outgun the enemy, but neither applied here. Those were quickly slaughtered, but that had been the plan. As the Droids distracted the marines several regiments of commandoes snuck in and went straight towards the flight line; determined to destroy the tanks before they could unload. Several other regiments began to deploy demolition mines designed to turn the entire base into a burning hole. "Sir, team two has reported in. The mines are set and they're escaping as fast as possible. They recommend we de so as well." "Lets do it then. MOVE." The Regiments ran outside and were immediately hit by unbelievably heavy fire. As General Seevix died he realized it had been a trap, but he'd take them with him. He hit the remote detonation button. Nothing happened. It was being jammed. Seevix died as he erupted from a direct energy gun hit that left only fragments flying through the air. Several sensor posts had detected the raid. Team two was killed immediately and they had used a fake message to draw out team one and slaughter it. The attack beaten back, Knopf ordered General Collins to take command of the ground forces. Collins did so and set up a heavy perimeter and sat back to study the data on Rog's fortifications. *************** Ground force info, my units are different then the standard definition so here's this. Smallest to largest. Squad 10 men or 4 Light Tanks or 2 Heavy Tanks Platoon 5 Squads 50 men 20 L Tanks 10 H Tanks Company 6 Platoons 300 men 120 L Tanks 60 H Tanks Battalion 5 Companies 1500 men 600 L Tanks 300 H Tanks Regiment 4 Battalions 6,000 men 2,400 L Tanks 1,200 H Tanks Brigade 4 Regiments 24,000 men 9,600 L Tanks 4,800 H Tanks Division 4 Brigades 96,000 men 38,400 L Tanks 19,200 H Tanks Corps 5 Divisions 480,000 men 192,000 L Tanks 96,000 H Tanks -- Star Marshall Kyle Knopf From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Rog wrote: > > [Mars, Imperial Terran Sector HQ] <snip> > > The World Devistators remained on Earth and provided the invasion force with > theater shields, command bunkers and weapon emplacements before beginning to > consume the ground itself to construct vast numbers of droids and tanks and > a strange massive citidel covering many miles. A modified CGT array similar > to the one now protecting Mars was set up that allowed it to detect any > phase cloaked ships tat wanted to try the same trick that go they had tried. > They were ready for anything and soon Kynes would learn the price of defying > Rog. Unfortunately for the World Devastators, Lord Graeme took notice of them. Having learned of the plan to cause mass riots on the Earth, he had already infiltrated 5 billion of his troops into all major population centres to perform crowd control duty. The remainder of the troops were offloaded to defensive positions that had been prepared for months. Summoning his best black ops team, Lord Graeme informed them of his plan. "We are going to take out those World Devastators. They are an abomination in this universe and must be stopped. Here's the plan. You will proceed to the location of the WD's, and secure a landing zone. I will personally deal with these intruders." "Right. Move out men." ordered Bob Smith. Bob was a rather ordinary looking person. In fact, you might say he was superordinary. There was absolutely nothing to separate him from anyone else on the planet. He was however, a highly trained intelligence operative. As the completely loyal head of Lord Graeme's intelligence division, he ensured that all his agents were the stuff of heroes. Their pain tolerances extended well beyond unconsciousness, and they were all geniuses at their respective trades. ***** Later that night, at the site of the world devastators, the guards were as usual, keeping a close watch on their assigned areas. The night's insects buzzed through the air, causing an occasional oath to be muttered as they bit into the guards. Not all of the insects were interested in the guards however. A dozen of them simply flew by unnoticed, and unmolested. When they reached a safe location, the insects landed themselves, and suddenly, returned back to their human shapes. "Damn, those birds just about got us, next time make us bird-repellent of something." Mark, the group's computer expert whisperd to the magician huched down beside him. "Ahh, quit your whining. We made it here in one piece didn't we?" replied the magician. "Shut up and listen to me, we have a job to do, so lets get on with it. Spencer, you find a quiet place to locate the transceiver, Wiggins, run a tactical analysis on their troop strengths. I'll contact Lord Graeme and inform him that we are prepped for his arrival." ordered Mr. Smith. ***** Back on the worldship, Lord Graeme was overseeing the preparations for the departure of the protective wizards to the planet's surface. When they arrived, they would set up an alternate universe shield similar to the one that currently protected the Worldship. An aide rushed to inform Lord Graeme that his destination had been readied for his arrival. Leaving the war room, Graeme entered his personal chambers where he donned the armour and weaponry he had not had a reason to wear for a very long time. "It's too bad that our battles have come to this. Oh well, I suppose that its all for the best really." he thought to himself. Strapping his magical shield of reflection to his forearm, he stepped in front of his mirror and spoke to himself "It has been too long hasn't it. Well, it's now or never." Lord Graeme spoke the words to a teleportation spell and vanished into the night's air. ***** In a room deep within the bowels of the worldship, an ancient ritual was taking place. An oddly shaped circle was outlined on the ground, and a solitary figure sat within this circle, chanting words in a tongue not heard for a thousand years. Those with magical senses would notice the powerful pretective magics surrounding the room, and would also feel a sense of dread. Something was happening in this room, something rather frightening. As the figure's voice rose to a crescendo, a small crack appeared in the air of the room. The crack widened, and widened, a strange flickering red light pouring out of it. The crack continued to widen until a shape could be seen beyond it. Lord Graeme of Dice, Defeater of the Boyd, Tamer of Dragons From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 [Somewhere Inside the Earth] Kynes meditated in the Central Chamber. The events of the day had gone quickly. A momentary shield loss had been noted, and then Rog had landed troops. Normally, Kynes would have had to drain every ounce of his power to dispatch such a huge force, but... This time, had had allies. The World Devastators had been wiped out from above by Star Marshall Kyle Knopf's excellent fleet, and he had worked below in assisting Lord Grame's troops in removing the last of Rog's troops from the surface. In just a few hours, everything was again quiet. Not enough for Kynes... for he was furious. The Planet, drawing on its new reserves of strength, had healed the wounds of the World Devastators in instants. But vengeance was needed. Rog had to know that the price of defying the Earth was death. Kynes opened his eyes, and ascended to the Weapons Room. Tracing the runes into the sands on the walls, he almost shed a tear for the necessity of the action he was about to take. But he remained resolute. [Stonehenge] The stones began to glow... [Mars Orbit] "Sir!" a lieutenant barked. Rog turned. "Lieutenant?" "We're registering multiple hits on the Wyvern-class vessels, sir! 13... no, 14 shots so far!" "From who? Has Knopf's fleet moved out of its defense position over Earth?" "No, not that we can tell, Sir! Best guess is that Earth itself is firing these shots! 17 so far!" "Well, our ships are neutronium-armored and well-shielded. I don't think we're in much danger at the moment. What kind of damage are the blasts doing to our Wyverns?" The lieutenant could only redden. Rog narrowed his eyebrows and felt his heart skip. There were only 50 of them... "Lieutenant, what damage is being registered on those ships?!" "Sir, the force of the beam appears to have slammed them into the surface of Mars itself. So far, 25 have been hit, and the beams appear to have stopped." Rog closed his eyes and sighed, then asked the question that he already knew the answer to. "Impact?" "The ships have been damaged beyond all repair, sir -- totally destroyed. What's worse, two of the Wyverns appear to have hit major population centers... cities, sir. The others have hit mostly-uninhabited areas." Rog bit his lip and nodded. "I'll be in my ready room, Lieutenant." Entering his ready room and closing the door, Rog swung a hammer punch with all of his strength into the wall next to him. Even the reinforced steel visibly shuddered at the force, at the ANGER of the blow. "Damn you, Kynes! DAMN YOU!" [Another Planet, Elsewhere...] On the surface of one of the many Terrae Seed Planets, the jungles had already began to grow. A vision came to Kynes as he slept that night of a river, a river where fish swam -- the first that had ever been there. The acceleration and evolution continued. From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: [STGOD] Seeds Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 On a remote planet of unknown name, an asteroid streaked down into the atmosphere. The descent seemed almost calculated... and indeed, it was. The angle of entry and speed of descent were controlled precisely, for it was not just an asteroid, but a mechanical asteroid. With force not quite enough to crack the shell, it impacted on the world. It was small -- about ten meters in diameter and roughly spherical. It was covered in rock, and the rock in turn had runes inscribed into it. As such, it was indistinguishable from any other natural asteroid... at least, it had been while in transit. As the machinery inside began to click and whir, the world it had landed on turned slowly. The world was a fairly warm one, and a fairly watery, rainy one. It was slightly closer to its star than Earth was to Sol II, causing more of the natural water to be in gaseous form, whether in rainclouds or precipitation. In fact, it resembled Earth in many ways. There was abundant water -- about 50% of the surface was covered, but the actual water content was no lower than Earth's, since so much was constantly in gaseous form. There was a rich presence of nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. Even an ozone layer not unlike Earth's own shielded the world from the harmful effects of its nearby star. One thing it did not have, however, was life. The surface, while wet and moist, was barren. Rocky and dirty. Not a single cell lived anywhere on the planet. Such was the condition on literally millions of worlds throughout the universe, some in the Milky Way galaxy, and some not. Though the conditions for life were ripe, the right ingredients had simply never come together. Perhaps it is not proper to say that there was *no* life on the planet... for there was. Inside the tiny asteroid, which was now cracking itself open. Into the atmosphere was being released an airborne form of cyanobacteria, and the ground was already beginning to cover with blue-green algae. The runes glowed brightly. The natural evolution of this world would be enhanced dramatically, through the assistance of the most powerful nature wizard alive, the most powerful that had ever lived: Kynes, Brother of the Earth. And an unimaginable distance away, he slumbered, dreaming of freeing Planet from its prison... -- -LK! [ kynes@choam.org ] [ ICQ: 795238 ] [ AIM: Kynes23 ] "You can't fight City Hall, but you can for goddamn sure blow it up." - George Carlin From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: [TGOD] Brother Alpha's Return Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 NOTE: These are just some plot points, no need to respond. ---===--- In the icy blackness of space Private Jones floated in space. "Why do I get stuck with all the crappie jobs? It's not my fault my modifications of the forward battery didn't work. The physics should have worked perfectly." "JONES! Stop yer complaining and remove those parasites!" "Yes sir! Right away sir!" as Jones scrapped the microscopic life off the hull he contemplated his next attempt to redeem himself in the eyes of his superiors. flp ... flp ... flp Private Jones felt a chill travel down his spine, "Sir? Did you say something?" "Negative, what's the delay?" "I thought I heard something ... probably nothing." flp .. flp .. flp "There it is again, it sounds liking flapping of birds wings. But that is impossible." flp, flp, flp This time Jones turned around as fast as he could just in time to see ... something come at him. His screams were loud and quickly cut off. "Jones. Report Jones." Chaos started to erupt inside the ship. "What the situation out there, get me visuals." "Yes sir, got them and am punching them up on the main viewer." "What the fuck ...." he just trailed off as he saw a strange, wasp like creature, carry Private Jones off into the distance. So strange was this sight that the crew never fired a shot. ---===--- Meanwhile back on Earth. "Move forces to central Asia, we must stop the invading forces before too much damage can .. be ... done." Has he spoke those words Kynes felt weak. "Is everything OK sir?" "Yes, fine. You have your orders." Kynes just hoped he was able to cover up the panic he felt in his heart. ---===--- A little later and somewhere else ... "Hmm, he'll make a good sacrifice. Prepare him for the ceremony. This time we'll get it right." ---===--- Brother Alpha From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris was annoyed. That damned probe had failed in its duty and thereby caused Kayle to fail in his own. And to top it off, there was a new band of psychopaths threatening his system. He knew he had to act. He knew what he had to do. He knew it would do no good. The arrayed forces were arrogant and powerful, respectful of absolutely nothing. Reminded him of Palpatine, actually. No, that wasn't true. Even Palpatine respected the power of the Force. These starfaring highwaymen respected nothing. 'Very well', he thought silently, 'We shall simply have to teach them to respect something'. Gazing out over the massive bridge of his flagship, Kayle addressed his communications officer "Active the holonet post on Europa." As the comm officer turned to complete the command, Kayle mused over the fight that was to come. If they united against him, he could not win. Oh, it's doubtful they could harm his flagship, but very little could harm that massive warship. It was the rest of his fleets he worried about. He did not have unlimited resources and while the material losses were largely irrelevent, he was loathe to resort to cloning to replenish his manpower. "Sir," the comm officer said, "The channel is open now, sir." "Very good, Commander. Transmit to the arrayed forces." Turning to the holonet tranceivers, he addressed the entire system. "In the name of the Keltarrin Protectorate, I greet you. I am Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris. I welcome you to my system, but must ask that you cease your impending hostilities. This system is under the jurisdiction of the Protectorate and has been for the past 50 million years. You not only violate interstellar law by carrying your conflicts here but declare war upon the Protectorate, an offense which I, as Lord Protector, cannot abide. You must cease all hostilities within this system immediately and withdraw to a distance of 50 system diameters within the next planetary revolution of the system's third planet or suffer the consequences. Transmission ends." Looking away from the tranceiver array, Kayle said to the comm officer "Get me High Admirals Tralesta and Dorinia on the line. I want them to be in position when those fools out there decide to ignore me." Seconds later Kayle spoke again, "High Admiral Tralesta, I want you to move your battlefleet to sector five and await my assault command. High Admiral Dorinia, you are to take the reserve fleet to sector seven and begin consolidation and construction of a secondary fall-back position in case this gets uglier than I think it will. Continue routing all comm traffic through Europa. The longer they're looking for the true source of our transmissions, the happier I'll be. Good luck and may the Force be with us all. Transmission ends." 'Now,' Kayle thought silently, 'now we wait and see what happens.' -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Greetings Lord Protector, my name is Rog and I represent the Galactic Empire. I am here with my allies to protect one of our member worlds. Mars freely chose to become an Imperial protectorate and seeks help against the aggressive stance taken by the criminal Kynes and his evil allies. Kynes has enslaved the people of Earth and seeks to extend his tyrannical rule to Mars. I can not allow this to happen but you have my word that once Kynes has been apprehended and the threat to the peoples of this system stopped then I will reduce the forces in this system to only those needed for policing actions. I offer you the hand of friendship on the behalf of the peoples of the Empire and the members of the Mars pact and ask for your help in combatting this dire threat to all of us. -- Lord Rog Imperial Military Executor and Director of Imperial Intellegence. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kayle rolled his eyes in annoyance and said "Emperor Palpatine is dead, his Empire a memory. This system is under the lawful jurisdiction of the Keltarrin Protectorate and any attempt to usurp control of one of its worlds will be considered an act of war. You may challenge me if you wish, but I outlived Palpatine and I will most assuredly outlive you. I repeat my original ultimatum, leave or suffer the consequences." -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Ah I see your misunderstanding, the Empire of today has almost nothing in common with Palpatines Empire we are tolerant towards all species and do not oppress our people. I again offer you our friendship but be warned you will not make me leave this system save by force of arms. And to side with Kynes against me is to condone a despotic regieme in control of Earth. -- Lord Rog Imperial Military Executor and Director of Imperial Intellegence. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 To address your other point no one on Mars has ever heard of your Keltarrin Protectorate and have recently voted in a referendum to remain part of the Empire. -- Lord Rog Imperial Military Executor and Director of Imperial Intellegence. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kayle sighed heavily. This was not going to be one of the cooperative ones. "Interstellar law is quite clear on this matter. Whether the inhabitants of Mars have heard of the Protectorate or not is irrelevent. Those inhabitants have illegally colonized a world which does not belong to them. This system has been property of the Protectorate for over 50 million years. I should, by rights, be evicting the inhabitants of Mars. However, since they have a long- established colony there I am willing to ignore their illegal presence. I will not, however, tolerate a foreign power laying claim to that which does not belong to it. You will leave this system. Whether you leave it under your own power or as component atoms on the solar winds is completely up to you." From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Right I have had enough of your puny threats, if you expect me to leave then make me. The second you attack any Imperial installations an act of war will exsist between the Keltarrin Protectorate and the Galactic Empire. Once again I will expect my fellow members of the mars pact to also declare war upon you and if you are going to try to evict Kynes and his allies from Earth the Terran Alliance will probably follow suit. I suggest you leave this system or it will be the place of your death. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kayle smiled in amusement. "Same old arrogance... You say the Empire of today is much different than it once was. I don't see much difference from here. In any event, I'll deal with you soon enough. Quite frankly, you're not important enough to bother with at the moment." From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris wrote: > > Kayle smiled in amusement. "Same old arrogance... You say the Empire of > today is much different than it once was. I don't see much difference > from here. In any event, I'll deal with you soon enough. Quite frankly, > you're not important enough to bother with at the moment." > <FTL TEXT> Greetings in the name of the Fifth Imperium. I am Star Marshall Kyle Knopf, I have joined the organization known as the Terran Alliance. I have no claims on this Star System. I am only here because this is where Boyd is. I warn you, if you are considering an alliance with Boyd, reconsider. He is a coward and without honor. I had a treaty of alliance with him in the last war, he betrayed me. He attacked and salughtered a helpless ship with millions of people onboard that was being towed to drydock for emergency repairs. Do not trust him. I will leave this system when my obligations as a member of the Terran Alliance is fulfilled and Boyd is either dead or has left the system. Thank You. -- Star Marshall Kyle Knopf From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 in article 89ju49$s33$1@newsg4.svr.pol.co.uk, Rog at rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk wrote on 1/3/00 8:17 pm: > Right I have had enough of your puny threats, if you expect me to leave then > make me. The second you attack any Imperial installations an act of war > will exsist between the Keltarrin Protectorate and the Galactic Empire. > Once again I will expect my fellow members of the mars pact to also declare > war upon you and if you are going to try to evict Kynes and his allies from > Earth the Terran Alliance will probably follow suit. I suggest you leave > this system or it will be the place of your death. BFA-9 read the transcrpit of Rog's conversation. "Oh arse." "Not exactly a diplomat is he?" "Order all ships to up up their readiness levels. I want informed of any more transmissions between these two." "Will we assist Rog if there is a fight?" "We are bound by our treaty agreements." "But will we help?" "If Kayle attacks, then we must honour our treaty. If Rog attacks first however... Open a channel to the Slaanesh. I'll ask Rog to show some restraint. A war on 3 fronts is never good." -- Jonathan AIM: BoydClone | STvsSW website: http://www.jboyd.co.uk/index.html Computers make very fast, very accurate mistakes. From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kynes listened to the transmission once more and furrowed his brow. If indeed it was true, then the system of Sol had been under the protection of some unknown alien entity since before humans walked her surface... back when Planet was young. Kayle Skolaris. Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris, that is. Peering at the data in the Mechanical Room, the source of the transmissions was Europa. This, too, made little sense -- Europa was completely devoid of life! He made a note to later request that his Star Marshall ally examine what was there. But for now, this Lord Protector deserved an answer. But how to answer? Kindly, decided Kynes. A few minutes later, the machinery of the Pyramids clicked and whirred, and the following message was sent to (for lack of a more clear return address) Europa: "Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris, this is Kynes, Brother to the Planet and protector of Earth. I received your request to cease hostilities some hours ago, and I have thought on this response. Frankly, Lord Protector, I am left with nothing but questions. "Of course, I applaud your goal of peace in this system. I share it. In fact, the edict you issued is much like one that I myself issued some months ago -- a cessation of hostilities on and around Planet. Around Earth. Naturally, your disagreement is not with me; as a Protectorate, you do understand the need to guard the provinces under your watch, even with force, if necessary. "But where were you, Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris, months ago when this system needed you most? You have no doubt noted the fact that the star which currently burns in this system's center is a new one, similar to Sol but not identical. Sol II was created at my request. Where were you and your starfleet to defend it when it was needed? "Where were you when the Boyd came, when they landed troops on Earth and I myself was forced to destroy them? I do not revel in violence, Protector. Far from it. But I could not allow them to move in... and as such, I killed not only the landing force but was forced to destroy nearly the entire Ninth Fleet of the Boyd. Millions of lives were lost because of me. Where were you when there was still time for less drastic measures? "As you welcomed me to your system, I welcome you to the system of my planet. May our mutual goal of peace for the Earth be obeyed... and may we guard one another's back when it is not. "Respectfully submitted... "Terrae Kynes, Brother of the Earth." Pausing for a moment, Kynes added: "Apprentice and Instructor of Lord Graeme of Dice." From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/01 Kayle, at the controls of his personal assault craft, noted the incoming transmission and grimaced at the message it contained. He was exceedingly embarrassed over his obvious failure several months back. Their was, unfortunately, nothing he could do to change the past. Kayle was incredibly powerful, but even he could not alter the course of what had already happened. He could only affect the path of what was yet to be. A thought-command activated the Black Raptor's comm systems. "Supreme Admiral, patch me in to the Europa base and transfer command control from the base to my ship." Several minutes later he felt his consciousness expand to include the base on Europa. Thought-commanding a secured and encrypted channel to be opened to Kynes, Kayle spoke again. "I failed in my duty several months back. The sentinel I'd left to watch over this system grew bored over the eons and wandered. It did not notice the changes wrought until shortly before this latest group arrived. It informed me immediately and has been punished for its inattentativeness. Under normal circumstances I would be required to question your claim to the third world of this system, but I am compelled to overlook it due to my own inexcusable failure. I have been informed that the inhabitants of the fourth planet of this system have aligned themselves with a foreign power. This I cannot abide. Local governments are one thing, but a foreign Empire laying claim to a world legally owned by the Protectorate is intolerable. I have already engaged one of the enemy forces in combat due to their flagrant violation of interstellar law and blatant rape of two of this system's gas giants. Since you seem to have the inner planets guarded to an extent, I suggest you concentrate your forces in the defense of them. I shall have my own forces ensure the sanctity of the outer worlds. I would like a face to face meeting with you as well. You will find me waiting at what...." Kayle accessed the information the probe had gathered for a moment then continued "what the natives of your world refer to as 'Uluru'. We can discuss this further at that time. Transmission ends." -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 I have no wish in provoking a war with the Lord Protector but I can not just abandon Mars as he demands. If he leaves Imperial forces alone I will not attack his. As for being a diplomat I did try in earlier transmissions to be dimplomatic and he just micked me. -- Lord Rog Imperial Military Executor and Director of Imperial Intellegence. From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Ultimatum Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Lord Protector, I will meet you at Uluru in the oldest cave carved by the wind. I trust you will have no trouble finding it. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [STGOD] Meeting at Uluru Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Kayle circled the immense monolith that was Uluru toying with the sensor panels and grumbling to himself, "The oldest cave carved by the wind, he says... I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding it, he says... What the hell does he think I am? A magician?" Checking the sensor array again, Kayle finally caught a trace reading that looked promising. Immediately locking on and focussing the Black Raptor's powerful sensor package on the spot, he confirmed that it was indeed one lone humanoid in a shallow cavern at the base of this world's largest rock. With practiced precision, he eased the Black Raptor down to a suitable landing area a few hundred meters from the cave. From the cockpit of his ship, Kayle activated the 50 Storm Reaver class Battledroids aboard the ship and gave them a Gamma Echo Seven order. They were to patch into the ship's sensors and maintain a constant scan of him. If at any time the droids lost his life signals they were to assume he had been betrayed and killed and were to take control of the ship and melt the entire edifice to slag. Afterwards they would ravage as much of the planet as possible before their own destruction. Kayle did not plan treachery, but he could not know what this man, Kynes planned and he was determined to be as best prepared for the worst as possible. Disengaging from the neural interface with the ship, Kayle walked to his small private quarters and knelt on a two meter long onbsidian slab. Clearing his mind of all thoughts and closing his eyes, he slowly relaxed until he located the core of his being. For several long minutes he did nothing but consider his own choices, goals, actions, motives, and purposes. Organizing the chaos that was his mind, he methodically re-assembled his psyche into one harmonious whole. Kayle opened his eyes, a new fire of dedicated purpose burning in them. Standing and donning his custom-fitted battle armor, he readied himself for the meeting. He checked the power cells on his sabres then tucked them both into the arm-mounted quickdraw sheaths of his armor. Finally, Kayle donned his favorite robe, a blue one with silver highlights and green trim. The robe was older than the massive stone outside his ship and had been given him during a time when the galaxy, indeed the universe, was a much happier and innocent place. The robe reminded him of those times and comforted him in these times. Having prepared himself, he walked forward to the bridge once again and checked the sensors. Still there... The human was still waiting. He was patient. That was a good sign. Lowering the boarding ramp, Kayle strode out into the midday sun. It had been 50 million years since he'd felt a planet under his feet, and it felt quite exquisite. Savoring the sensations of hot sun on cool skin for a moment, Kayle started off in the direction of the cave. -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Meeting at Uluru Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Kynes sat quietly in the midday sun, smiling to himself. The Planet had felt Kayle's approach for quite some time, and Kynes could only grin at his own whimsy. "The oldest cave carved by the winds," indeed. Kynes had no more idea where that was than Kayle did. He could guess -- he was a nature wizard -- but it had mostly been a ruse to give him a few minutes to calm himself while Kayle looked for him. The burgundy rock underneath him was solid... and very old. Kynes liked that. It reminded him that while he was the Brother of the Earth, he was still the *younger* brother. "And you always will be, Kynes..." The Planet and he had talked many times today about Skolaris. The Planet said it remembered the events of 50 million years ago. The fall of the dinosaurs, the ice age, the disarray. It remembered the visitors from afar... that they did not stay long. Just long enough to claim the system and go. And to dispatch a probe, the Planet seemed to recall... but it was not long before that probe had wandered. Kynes was betting that Kayle didn't know that he knew any of this. He doubted that Kayle could convene with the Planet the way he could -- Protector he might be, but he was not a wizard. It remained to be seen if he was a reasonable, honest man... though this meeting was a good start. His thoughts briefly flitted to the disturbance earlier. What was that terrible feeling he had felt? Lord Graeme had not felt anything, nor had anyone else. Kynes made a mental note to himself to find Brother Alpha and ask him about it. "Good luck," whispered the Planet. "Brother Alpha? Why not search for Shangri La instead? Let him come to you." Kayle approached. Kynes let himself sink further into the shadows, allowing the light rays to sink into his robes and body and emit no light. By doing so, he *became* a shadow. Not invisible... merely hidden in the darkness. "Kynes?" came the call. "Good day, Kayle Skolaris, Lord Protectorate of the Sol II system. I trust you had no trouble penetrating the Universe Shield? If the membrane functions the way that Lord Graeme and I designed it, it should have let you through without incident." "No, no trouble at all." "Good." There was a pause. Kynes could see the eyes of the man searching for him. He was obviously quite calm and in absolutely no rush to do anything. Kynes liked him already... his patience seemed almost a match for Kynes' own. "He is older than you..." the Planet whispered. At that, Kynes arched an eyebrow. Really? Was he? This was a rarity. All the more interesting. Kayle spoke, then. "We have a lot to discuss." "We do," replied Kynes. "You made your own apologies for your recent absence when war broke out in the solar system. I should make mine, now, and admit that I was not free of wrongdoing." Kayle raised a hand. "No need. I have heard." "You know, then, about Gurkha and the atrocities attempted? The fact that he was ready and willing to ram a neutron star into the Earth?" "I know." Another moment of silence. "All is forgiven," said Kynes. "Indeed," said Kayle. "So," continued Kynes, "what of the rumors I hear that you have trounced the Boyd on the outskirts of the system? Such a fleet much indeed be impressive. Don't waste your time explaining the specifics to me -- I'm a nature wizard, and have never been on board a starship as far as I can recall. But I must say that I am impressed." "There are rumors of you as well," said Kayle. "Of course I am somewhat out of the loop, what with my recent arrival, but as I monitor transmissions in this system I cannot help but pick up constant references to you... and even rumors that you defeated a Boyd Master in single combat." "True," said Kynes. Another pause. "You had a purpose for this meeting, I assume." Kayle nodded. "Tell me more of the Terran Alliance." "It is simple enough. We are bonded together by a common cause: defense of the Earth. And as I can see that you know it already, I will say this as well... we three have no great love for the Boyd. They betrayed Knopf, attempted to kill me and Lord Graeme... well, wizards' affairs are always a bit curious." "Is it true what Rog says -- that you hold the people of Earth in slavery?" Kynes laughed then, a warm and loud laugh. "Far from it. Most of the people on this planet doubt I even exist! They call me a fairy-tale or nothing at all. They are not enslaved. I care not how they live their lives." "But I suspect," Kynes went on, "that there is a more... specific purpose for your request of a meeting. I am open to it. Tell me, Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris: what truly brings you here?" Dropping pretenses, Kynes slid out of the shadows and stood in full illumination of the cave's entrance. He arched an eyebrow, allowing Kayle to see him for the first time, and also waiting patiently to hear what brought him to Uluru. -- -LK! [ kynes@choam.org ] [ ICQ: 795238 ] [ AIM: Kynes23 ] "You can't fight City Hall, but you can for goddamn sure blow it up." - George Carlin From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Meeting at Uluru Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Kayle sighed sadly, thinking back to a time 50 million years earlier and said "Let me tell you a story..." "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away a great darkness spread itself over my home galaxy. It was a darkness born of raw evil. The kind of darkness that can be horrific and seductive in the same breath. That darkness was named Palpatine. He had lied, cheated, and murdered his way to the position of Emperor of a vast Galactic Empire. Mind you, before he took the reigns of power it had been a Republic in the classic sense of the word. A republic spanning three quarters of a galaxy and twenty-five thousand years of civilization. The guardians of this old republic had been a semi-mystic order known as the Jedi Knights. I was known as Davis Keltarrin then and I was one of them, a battlemaster, dedicated to the ways of righteous warfare. We were not true mages as exist in some corners of the universe, but we had access to a universal source of power we called the Force. Palpatine was a master of the Force such as had never been seen. His mastery of the force was only matched by his corrupt evil. When he gained control of the galaxy and declared himself Emperor, he began a purge of the Jedi Knights. His favorite hound was a Dark Lord of the Sith known as Darth Vader. Vader was himself a powerful fallen Jedi Knight and it was his duty to hunt down the members of the Jedi order and either bring them to kneel before his master, or kill them where they stood. When he came for me, I fell to the Darkness. I willingly served the evil that was Palpatine. And for the next thirty years I committed atrocities that would make Adolph Hitler of your world seem like a rank amateur. I once used an entire species in a mass genetics experiment. When the results did not meet my expectations, I had their world sterilized. I murdered 36 billion sentients because they were a contaminated, and therefore useless, sample group. And that was not the greatest of my atrocities. In my lifetime I have been responsible for the deaths of hundreds of trillions of sentient beings. Then one day, after my master had died for the final time, for a master of the Force does not die easily, I looked at my life and realized that I had nothing to show for it. I had once been a great war hero and then thrown my honor away to a dark- armored demon named Vader. I had once been a symbol of liberty and justice and I had spit upon myself at the orders of a madman. I took what forces I could gather, as by this time the Galactic Empire was in shambles, and I resolved to seek redemption. I struck out on my own with what forces I could muster and carved out my own place in the universe. I named this place the Keltarrin Protectorate. I ruled it for over fifty years when one day I realized that though I had built a good and lasting government, one which cared for the whole and the individual at the same time, I still had not redeemed myself. I still heard the cries of trillions of souls screaming for justice deep within my soul. I consulted with members of the re-formed Jedi order which had arose from the ashes of the Galactic Empire like a phoenix from the flames, and I was told that for true redemption, I must die. I had done too much. I could never truly be redeemed while I lived. I was told that I must die in the service of justice and only then would my soul be at peace. I did not know what to do about this for a very long time. Then beings from outside my home galaxy appeared within the borders of the Protectorate one day. These beings were incredibly old and powerful. They hailed from this galaxy and they told me of a world which would one day need a champion. That world is the one we stand on now. The one you call Earth. So I put out a call to the men and women of my military. I called for the bravest and most loyal. I called for the ones who would be willing to stand with me at the doors to a world and defend that world for however long it took, no matter the cost. And they answered. Millions of them. Nearly a hundred million men and women swore themselves to me body and soul, without my having asked them to, and they became my sword. My blade of justice with which to redeem my lost soul. We set out across the gulf between the galaxies and in slightly less than five years we arrived here. Sentient life had not yet risen here at that time. The evidence of a massive extinction some fifteen million years earlier was plain to see. So we resolved to wait. We sealed ourselves in stasis inside the eight world of this system, the planet you call Neptune. And we waited for the day we would be needed. That day came several months ago, but the sentinel we had set to awaken us had wandered. Now, however, with these new fleets assembled, it seems I have yet another chance at redemption. Another chance to be free of the screams that have haunted my soul for over fifty million years." Kayle looked down for a moment in contemplation then looked up again, a fire burning in his eyes, and said "I come to you to offer my services in defense of not only this world you call home, but this entire system. I have a duty which I must perform. I would greatly prefer to do it alongside the inhabitants of this system, rather than in opposition to them." -- Any Technology Distinguishable From Magic Is Insufficiently Advanced - Haughton's Corollary to Clarke's Third Law From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Meeting at Uluru Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Kynes nodded. "You are indeed wise," he said, "and your experience will be invaluable to us. I will inform my allies that now the Terran Alliance numbers four. I look forward to fighting alongside you... but I look forward even more to the time when fighting on this planet is forgotten." -- -LK! [ kynes@choam.org ] [ ICQ: 795238 ] [ AIM: Kynes23 ] "You can't fight City Hall, but you can for goddamn sure blow it up." - George Carlin From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 (Graeme, who does one infiltrate 5 billion troops?) [BSS Phoenix] "Sir, emergency transmission from Earth. It's from Imperial Executor Rog's forces. they're under heavy attack and urgently need reinforcing." To commit, or not to commit. Not an easy question. Was Earth worth it? No, but Kynes was. And Kyle would have to be confronted some time. Better now when the Collective can take the initiative than late when an ambush might somehow be accomplished. The first order of business was to clear space for troops to land. In order to do that the Asgerds would have to be removed. A simple enough task for the reinforcement fleet. 6 Drako class battleships. Yes, they would do nicely. "Instruct the Battleship Squadron to engage targets Alpha 1 and 2." [Earth orbit] Unseen by all, the 6 battleships faded out of hyperspace, still phase cloaked and dashed towards the Asgerds. Passing effortlessly through their shields they began searching for a suitable place from which to destroy the Asgerds. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon the 'open sky' living area. Several kilometres long and high, there was plenty of room for the battleships. With weapons at full charge, 1 Drako declaoked in each Asgerd. The displacement of so much air created a shockwave that knocked hundreds of thousands of people below off their feet and slammed them into the ground. Several tried to sound the alarm, though what could be done about a battleship inside the Asgerd was open to debate. The ships left no chance for such a debate. The tech exchange with Moon's fleet had been most beneficial. Moon had acquired a phase cloak while the Collective had received collapsible drive schematics and little doctors. Though useless against shields, they were devastatingly effective against matter. Well inside the Asgerds' shields, the battleships opened fire with several hundred emitters each. Before they could be affected they phase cloaked and watched as the Asgerd's began to suffer the ffects of the shots. The atmosphere seemed as one huge aurora borealis as energy coursed through it, intensifying with each molecule of gas encountered. Before long, the effects had spread to the bulkheads. It was accelerating, faster and faster, greedily consuming the Asgerds from within. Some were sensible enough to run for escape pods. Others were dumbstruck by what they saw and were devoured on the spot by the uncaring wave of energy. All in all it took about 30 minues for the 2 Asgerd's to be destroyed. A highly efficient weapon. A handful of capital ships had managed to launch however. And several more corp had landed on Earth. A few thousand escape pods had also been launched, including command pods. If Kyle was still alive, he was now on Earth and on foot. A relatively easy target. [BSS Phoenix] BFA-9 was impressed by the power of the Little Doctors. Moon would return to a hero's welcome. However, there was still the matter of the cap ships to attend to. In all, Kyle had about 300 ships remaining. They would be the next targets. For now, however, Rog needed reinforcements. "Generals, you may begin landing your troops." [Earth] A significant portion of the Earth was rocked by sonic booms as Titan and Liberator class transports faded out of hyperspace in Earth's atmosphere. It required precise co-ordinates to be fed to the navigator, but with Rog's forces already on the ground, that was no problem. Immediately they ran for cover under theatre shield and began disembarking their troops. The 200 Liberator class transports deployed infantry and mecha corps. 40 of light infantry, 30 mechanised, 10 airborne and 30 mecha. While this went on, 20 Titan class disembarked 40 armoured corp. The remaining 30 Titans deployed a handful of reinforcements. 15 corp of Orks. Green skinned, ill disciplined, but deadly fighters. Their corp were 10 times the size of a standard Collective corp, at a million Orks each and utilised this to the full potential. Last to arrive were the fighters of army aviation. 50 wings of Griffin attack fighters to begin with and 20 of Vipers. By the time they arrived, prefab airports, hangers, theatre shields, garrisons, transporters and defence batteries were in position. The light infantry, accompanied by 20 Psyker Regiments possibly the most deadly warriors on the planet, being composed purely of Boyd Knights and Masters, were patrolling the perimeter with fighters and tanks less than 2 minutes away. As soon as they got the word, they would march for Rog's forces and relive them. From: Alex Moon (moonman_559@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 [System 24563: Deep inside Colonial Space] Moon severed the neural link to the controls of the shuttle and stood. Farrex seated himself and jacked in, talking control of the craft. Moon looked up at space ahead of him and spoke. "I really hate what were about to do. Unfortunatly, this project cannot be allowed to continue." The 'project' Moon spoke of lay ahead of them; a gigantic spherical array, nearly three times the diameter of Earth. Thousands of focusing sattelites were connected to hundreds of power generators. Inside, a sphere of boxed were positioned, each holding a four nuclear tipped warheads. Their total number exceeded six thousand. "How the hell did they pay for something like this?" Warren asked. He was thirty-something, a carrer warrior, and one of the most loyal men Moon knew. If anyone understood the stakes of what was about to happen, he did. "It's simple accounting tricks. They siphone off bits and pieces from various budgets, and transfer it to here." Moon sighed and shook his head. "It makes me sick to think that our own kind would build something like this to use against other humans." Ferrax spoke. "We're almost in range of the array sir." "Good, set the ship on autopilot and come with me." Minutes later the six warriors stood in the belly of the shuttle in full spacegear. Each was heavily armed, including blasters, flamethrowers, and grenade launchers. In addition, each wielded a bladed weapon of silverfire, a metel with inherent magical immunities. It created a field four meters in diameter that dissipated any magical energy directed at it. The silverfire also could change its shape, allowing it to be carried as a simple heavy rod until activated. Moon wielded a longbladed spear, with a short sword at his hip. "Lets go." He said. They opened the airlock, waiting until all oxygen had fled the ship before they unlocked their mag-boots and pushed off. Leaving the shuttle, they glided throught void, landing gently onto the arrays primary command structure. Within minutes they were inside and headed towards the control room. "Ferrax," Moon spoke. "Is the ship set to transmit the signal to Boyd and Rog?" "Yes sir. It should arrive soon." Ferrax replied. "Good. Let's hope it's not too late." From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > (Graeme, who does one infiltrate 5 billion troops?) Simple, you cover up their armour with trenchcoats and make them wear dark glasses, hats and read newspapers. Anyways, my questions: How did you manage to land? I had already deployed the universe shielding on the Earth? Oh well. Do collective members eat? And my response: ***** Deep in a secret chamber hidden in the depths of space, the summoning was completed. The being that stepped through the portal was a being one would hope to never meet. The fiend found itself on the surface of a planet it had not seen in a hundred thousand years. Exalted to be released, it fell upon the humans surrounding it, ripping them limb from limb. The troops leaned lazily on their swords as they waited for the order to charge. Kynes' knowledge of the terrain surrounding the Boyd encampment had allowed them to arrive uncontested. As they waited, they noticed bodies flying through the air in the distance, accompanied by a tremendous battle cry that seemed to originate from the depths of hate itself. "By the beard of Nahlakh", the officer swore, "that demon will be the end of us if we attack the Boyd know." "I will remove its evil from the world." Lord Graeme stepped forward from where he had been standing, invisible to his troops. "I will not stand by and let such an atrocity live." "This will be a day long sung about throughout the galaxy. Those who will fall in this battle, know this. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. We shall defend this planet to the death, and beyond if necessary." Turning to the officed beside him Lord Graeme ordered "General, you may begin the attack." The illusionary wall protecting the troops dropped, and the legions of Dice knights leapt forwards as they strained to reach the enemy. The Boyd, suddenly realizing the trap they had fallen into turned to face this new threat. Surprised, and unprepared they scrambled to their positions. Bullets flew through the air, but bounced harmlessly off the full plate the knights wore. As they knights rode into the enemy, the force of their charge was enough to falter the Boyd lines. Seeing a weak point, the foot soldiers streamed into this opening, widening it and driving a wedge into the Boyd forces, a wedge aimed at the heart of the encapment. Lord Graeme strode boldly through the front lines of his troops. He spoke words of power in an ancient tongue, the troops on both sides suddenly stopped, and turned to face this solitary figure walking towards them. Lord Graeme called out to the pit fiend, "I will not have you remain on this planet, your presence hear is intolerable. Fear me, for I am your death." "Puny human", the demon replied, "You will fall, as all have before you." The demon leaped through the air towards Lord Graeme, hoping to rend him open with his claws. Lord Graeme calmly sidestepped the outstretched arms and taunted the demon once again. "You'll have to do better than that, for I am the bearer of the 'Justifier'." Lord Graeme unsheathed his sword from his scabbard, and held it up to face the demon. The sword seemed to shine from within with an inner purity. The demon shrieked in pain, as its eyes were seared by the blinding light. Steeling itself, it spoke "You will not live to see the end of this day. I promise you that." There was no more need for words, as both combatants knew they would merely be wasting their breath. This was a fight to the death, and they both knew it. The demon attacked first, its huge claws slicing through the air. Lord Graeme ducked under these and stabbed the blade forward. Both attacks missed, but both had nearly been fatal. Only now realizing the full danger of the "puny human" standing before it, the demon realized that if it were to live it would have to with its intelligence as well as its claws. The struggle seemed to go on for hours, though it could not have been more than minutes, cut and parry, slash and block, the opponets knew that the one to die would be he that made the first mistake. Then, Lord Graeme stepped back from the battle. Seeing an opening, the demon rushed in to destroy Graeme. Lord Graeme simply smiled a sad smile and pointed at the demon. Engaged in trying to rip Graeme to shreds, the demon failed to notice the cords of magic that had begun to collect around it. Strange runes filled the air and constricted the demon's arms, binding them to its sides. Only now realizing its peril, it struggled vainly to escape, its movements only tightened the runic restraints. Completely helpless now, the demon could only glare at Lord Graeme as he approached. Graeme took his sword and plunged it deep into the heart of the demon, sending it back to the hells from whence it came. "I knew Kynes' rune magic would come in handy," thought Graeme to himself. The spell ended, the troops stared in shock at the immense battle they had just witnessed it took several moments for both sides to regain their senses at continut with the matters at hand. Namely, killing each other. Overhead, dragons wheeled in the sky, waiting for the Boyd air support to scramble and attack them. From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 [North America] Kynes rustled through the bushes and finally reached his destination. The quiet mountain stream still led where he thought it did. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rarefied air. He loved nothing more than the natural, quiet Earth. He would give his life for it -- indeed, he had! Rustling in the other direction came Lord Graeme of Dice. "Lord Graeme!" called Kynes. "Ah, Kynes!" he called in return, as they both entered the clearing in the forest. "What with your scrawly handwriting, I thought I'd never find this place!" "Bah," Kynes said with a grin far understating his years, "maybe if you got off of that worldship of yours more often, you'd remember how to navigate a stream!" The jocularity was then gone, for they both knew what had brought them there. "The recent attacks are unacceptable, Lord Graeme." "I agree completely, Kynes. The question is, what can be done to stop them? The planetary shield simply can't hold up to phase-cloaked vessels of the kind the Boyd use." Kynes nodded. "The Terrae never predicted anything like that. Nor have I been able to devise a way to use runic scripture to counter the phase cloak." "Ah, don't be so quick to judge, Kynes. I was thinking about this... what about a Universe shield?" "The effects could be disastrous. The Earth needs to reside within this Universe -- they're like father and son. And I, as the Planet's brother, need contact with my Universe as much as the Planet does." Graeme nodded thoughtfully. "What if the connection could be maintained somehow? Apply our magic jointly to create the Universe shield but maintain contact with this one?" "A keen idea. Shall we attempt it?" They nodded jointly. For the next hour, they discussed, tinkered, crafted the spells and runes that would be needed. [Mars] And suddenly, the residents of Mars saw Earth blink out into nothing. The Earth was now part of a new Universe while maintaining contact with this one... a Universe that had but one law: protect the Earth. From: Nathan Yates (Fifty_Caliber@webtv.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 In article <B4E325D5.6B57%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>, Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk> wrote: > [BSS Phoenix] > > "Comms, send to the Eclipse class battleship heading up the fleet: This is > Boyd Fleet Admiral 9, your presence in this system had been noted. Please be > aware that hostilities have commenced between multiple warring factions. Any > attempt to enter the system without an alliance would be considered... > follhardy. In light of the damage you have sustained we suggest you leave or > join us. We have shipyards that can repair you Eclipse. Join our enemies, > however, and you shall find no respire from our attack. End transmission." > > Rog probably wouldn't like it. Renegades, pirates, or worse joining the > alliance. Of course they could reject the offer. King Yates swore softly as he heard the damage report. "Where is my intellegence officer?" "Here, sir!" A Guantletian approached. ~THWACK~! Yates backhanded the officer and made him fly back 10 feet across the deck. "You should have found out if they had a CGT array. You're fired." Four fighter squadrons decimated. And a busted superlaser. Nathan considered his options. Dangit, he should have had better preperations. They were onto him now. He had heard of the Boyd. He did not particularly like the idea of siding with clones. Especially when said clones just messed up things with him, and have some advantages over his forces. But the idea of siding with Kynes just plain disgusted him. So, if you want to make orange juice, you have to squeeze a few oranges. "Open a channel to the Boyd Fleet Admiral" "Open, sire" "Boyd Fleet Admiral 9, this is King Nathan Yates, formerly of Earth, and now ruler of the Intersystem Kingdom of Guantletia." "I wish to discuss terms...of an alliance" > I will not make alliances with those more powerful than myself. Such a > person would only double-cross me in my moment of glory. I will make > alliances with those less powerful than myself. I will then double-cross > them in their moment of glory. - The Evil Overlord list > I am more powerful than you think. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 [World Devestator Pikachu] "Sir the the attack by the Star Marshall's forces has taken a deadly tole on garrisson here. We have lost 200 divisions of storm commandos and nearly all our armour the rest have safely retreated to our World Devestators. On the up side almost all the World Devestators manage to engage their phase cloaks just before the orbital bombardment hit and the destruction of the installations they were constructing served to convince the attcking forces that they had been destroyed. Oh and Seevix got himself killed." On the Slaanesh Rog responded to this latest irretation. "While the lost of 2 million men and almost 1 million tanks and war droids is not to be taken lightly you still have the Devestators at your command wait for the Boyd attck and provide support." "Land on Knopfts head and suck his forces into the molecular furnaces." "Oh I see, that should work vet well actually" "And this time stay phase cloaked until you are ready to attack, you are in command of the Earth garrisson now General Streng" From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 in article 38BDD3BD.195B8E14@home.com, Graeme Dice at grdice@home.com wrote on 2/3/00 2:32 am: > Jonathan Boyd wrote: >> >> (Graeme, who does one infiltrate 5 billion troops?) > > Simple, you cover up their armour with trenchcoats and make them wear > dark glasses, hats and read newspapers. Right... and no-one's going to notice the sudden increase in population? And how do you pay them all? :^) > Anyways, my questions: > How did you manage to land? I had already deployed the universe > shielding on the Earth? Oh well. You hadn't. I posted my post before you posted yours about the shield. A couple of hours before hand. And no, the Collective doesn't eat. It can, but it doesn't need to . > The spell ended, the troops stared in shock at the immense battle they > had just witnessed it took several moments for both sides to regain > their senses at continut with the matters at hand. Namely, killing each > other. Overhead, dragons wheeled in the sky, waiting for the Boyd air > support to scramble and attack them. Distracted by the launch of several Viper squadrons, the dragons were caught unawares by a company of troops behind them. Within seconds, hundreds of Pokéballs had been cast into the air releasing squads of Zapdos, Charizard, Pidgeot and Blastoise. With their powerful water cannons, the Blastoises used hyperpump on the ragons, knocking several out of the skies. Several Zapdos were shocking the dragons, leaving them dazed and unable to respond as Charizard and Pidgeot attacked. It was barely 2 minutes before the skies were clear for the Griffin bombers to launch. By then troops were already mobilising. Accompanied by their Pokémon, Grunts charge into battle, eager to avenge the death of their comrades. The knights in their plate armour soon found themselves fried by hundreds of Pikachus and while icebeams filled the air, freezing them in place. The wedge that had force itself into the Boyd camp now found it cut off from the main body of the army. Grunts began transporting in beside Dice's troops, using their gruntification tubules to swell their ranks while Howling Banshees rushed those immune to gruntification. Armed with C'tan phase swords, no armour, whether it be magical or physical, could stand against them. Weapons emplacements were being manned now and starcannons were lashing out against Dice's forces, driving them back. With Dices front ranks on the verge of breaking under the sudden onslaught, the Griffin bombers swooped low, raining napalm death on division after division. The sight of several thousand Vindicator tanks racing out from the main body of the army, flames hungrily searching for flesh to consume, finally broke the lines and Dice's army fled. They were, however, still too numerous for the Collective to pursue without significant loss. The tanks, firing a final salvo, turned and returned to base. As the heat haze faded and the dust settled, one figure shone still. Sir Graeme still stood before the Boyd. Within seconds of identifying him, 10 Boyd Masters were on the scheme, shimmering into existence bare metres from him, darksabres igniting. Dice halted as he surveyed the force now pitted against him. 1 Boyd Master he could, probably 2, maybe as many as 5 if he was lucky, but to brave 5 was sheer madness. With a flare of light that would have left the Masters blinded if not for their Force vision, Dice was gone. The attack had been repelled. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 in article 89kt83$sab$1@nnrp1.deja.com, Nathan Yates at Fifty_Caliber@webtv.net wrote on 2/3/00 5:12 am: > Four fighter squadrons decimated. 16 wings actually. > And a busted superlaser. Yep :^) > Nathan considered his options. Dangit, he should have had better > preperations. They were onto him now. > He had heard of the Boyd. He did not particularly like the idea of siding > with clones. Especially when said clones just messed up things with him, and > have some advantages over his forces. > But the idea of siding with Kynes just plain disgusted him. > So, if you want to make orange juice, you have to squeeze a few oranges. > "Open a channel to the Boyd Fleet Admiral" > "Open, sire" > "Boyd Fleet Admiral 9, this is King Nathan Yates, formerly of Earth, and now > ruler of the Intersystem Kingdom of Guantletia." > "I wish to discuss terms...of an alliance" BFA-9 smiled. The young whelp had been brought to heel. "Very well you majesty. Our terms are simple. You will halt all hostilities towards the Mars Pact. Any fraternising with members of the Terran Alliance will be halted. Half your fleet will be deployed in defence of Mars, while the rest may remain under your command. All members of the Pact are obliged to assist each other if attacked. This will include you and therefore be to your advantage. Of course as a member of the Pact you will be permitted access to the Mars shipyards to repair your superlaser and combat veterans from the Boyd Collective will be present on your vessels to help train your crews and act as advisors. If you reject our terms we shall be left in peace as along as you do not interfere, however if you intend to accept I expect your reply within 12 hours. > I am more powerful than you think. That could be a good thing. From: Nathan Yates (Fifty_Caliber@webtv.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 In article <B4E4530B.6DD5%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>, Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk> wrote: If you can write your way out of a situation, so can I. My fighters are built a bit tougher than most. And besides, no bombers were launched. Each SF wing on an ISD=72 craft. A squadron would be 12. > > And a busted superlaser. > > Yep :^) > :( > BFA-9 smiled. The young whelp had been brought to heel. "Very well you > majesty. Our terms are simple. You will halt all hostilities towards the > Mars Pact. Any fraternising with members of the Terran Alliance will be > halted. Half your fleet will be deployed in defence of Mars, while the rest > may remain under your command. All members of the Pact are obliged to assist > each other if attacked. This will include you and therefore be to your > advantage. Of course as a member of the Pact you will be permitted access to > the Mars shipyards to repair your superlaser and combat veterans from the > Boyd Collective will be present on your vessels to help train your crews and > act as advisors. If you reject our terms we shall be left in peace as along > as you do not interfere, however if you intend to accept I expect your reply > within 12 hours. > Nathan considered the deal, and decided that it could work. His goals were the same as the Boyd's. And, he still had a few aces up his sleeve... "Very well, but there are certain conditions of my own." "First, I would like it if damage to the civilian population of Earth was kept to a minimum. To do otherwise could cause irreparable damage to the Earth's civilization." Second, I want recompense for my fighter losses. Give me extra squadrons, and agree to my other terms, and we have a deal." From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 General Collins watched the Boyd troops unload. It was an interesting sight. Especially the Orks, odd looking troops organized in corps of a million, a standard infantry Corp for the Imperium was slightly under half a million men. His Recon platoon zoomed in another unusual formation, the fabled Psyker units. His troops were quite immune from any direct mental assaults and so he would leave those units to his allies. Collins had not been present in the last war in this system, but he had known many of the people Boyd had slaughtered friends, and even family. It seemed Boyd planned on rendevousing with Rog's forces, Collins didn't want to commit to an open field battle at this time. So instead it was time to rip open the Boyd forces with mechanized cavalry raids. He'd lead the raid from his command tank, a Cataphract class heavy tank. "All units report in and signal readiness and position." One by one the various mech forces reported in via secure fold space comm systems. The primary strike force will be a single corp of heavy tanks, with two corps of Mongol class light tanks, on each flank. The remaining light tank corp is staying behind with the infantry at the fortifications surrounding Rog's landing site preventing him from moving on any cities in the area, he was bottled in and essentially waiting for the killing stroke. Sitting in his tank as it rocketed over the landscape at a pace of 200 mph. Collins watched as the tanks erupted on the scene of Boyds landing site. The plan was to hit hard, hit fast, and then get out. And thats what they did, Collins hade made the decision and told all of his subordinates that they needed to move quickly, so no time for drawn out battles. To follow this doctrine they decided that they would bypass the armored units and mecha, firepower would be concentrated on the infantry and airborne units. Several Boyd units were destroyed in the initial salvo, eight light infantry corp were decimated and another ten were hurt hard with most of the commanders dead. After penetrating the perimeter and bypassing the Psykers, Collins ordered all units to switch targets to the airborne units and then too reverse course and exit through a spot on the perimeter emptied by troops rushing to intercept the tanks. When the battle is done Collins reviews the after action reports and records the destruction of one mecha corp and heavy damage to four heavy armored units. The raid was a success, but now they had to make it back to base. The chase lasted six hours. Collins soon outran Boyd ground forces, now it was the fighter he had to worry about. The Boyd were able to get six wings airborne to pursue him, the pilots for other wings could not be found, presumably injured or buried in the rubble of the barracks. The Boyd pilots attack skillfuly and with determination. By the time Collins reaches base he has lost a Regiment of heavy tanks, and eight Brigades of light tanks. But four wings are destroyed, many pilot choosing to take out tanks with a death dive after taking fatal damage instead of ejecting. Unfortunately the Boyd pursue to aggresively and the final two wings are destroyed by the ground defenses protecting Collins base. (BTW I'm ignoring the death of my Asgerd, since it wasn't there and your tactic wouldn't have worked even if it was there.) From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 in article 38BDF5ED.358E7D2C@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net, Kyle at kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net wrote on 2/3/00 5:02 am: > The chase lasted six hours. Collins soon outran Boyd ground > forces, now it was the fighter he had to worry about. The > Boyd were able to get six wings airborne to pursue him, the > pilots for other wings could not be found, presumably > injured or buried in the rubble of the barracks. The Boyd > pilots attack skillfuly and with determination. By the time > Collins reaches base he has lost a Regiment of heavy tanks, > and eight Brigades of light tanks. But four wings are > destroyed, many pilot choosing to take out tanks with a > death dive after taking fatal damage instead of ejecting. > Unfortunately the Boyd pursue to aggresively and the final > two wings are destroyed by the ground defenses protecting > Collins base. [Boyd Encampment] Now, however, Boyd had the location of the base. By openly dispatching 6 wings he had fooled Collins into believing his aviation capacity had been crippled. This was far from the truth. An orbiting AWACS had been collecting and analysing data on the anti-air defences and had concluded that jamming was possible. The pilots that had been lost were green anyway, so they were no great loss and would serve to lull Kyle's forces into a false sense of security. The base was still hurting though from the loss of tanks and troops. All that they had gained through gruntification of Dice's forces had been lost. The tanks were not a total loss however. They were damaged, but replacement parts were in good supply and they were soon up and running again. The mecha corp had also been partially salvaged. 2 divisions had been made operational again and would lead the reprisal attack. 8 regiments of Stormwinds would comprise the majority of the assault force. 2 War Walker regiments, configured with distortion cannons or starcannons. 5 wings of Griffins, accompanied by a squadron of AWACS would provide air support. a relatively small raid, but one that would be devastatingly effective, especially since Collins had no air support of his own (yeah, that's right, you didn't declare any). [Imperium Base] The attack began with a squadron of Griffins, flying low to avoid sensors, blazing through the base at hypersonic speeds, firing cluster missiles at shield generators. In the first pass, 80% of the base's coverage was wiped out. By the time the fighters had left, however, the base was alerted and weapon emplacements were powering up. Sensors began searching for further raids but found none. To make sure this would continue, a further squadron, their presence masked by the AWACS, dive bombed the sensor arrays with 500MT Humpty Dumpty bombs set with shaped charges. The resulting explosions took out the command and communication centres located nearby. Realising that their sensors were useless, anti-air guns began firing wildly, trying to take out the Griffins manually, but they were too fast to track and all made it safely to their rendezvous point, 10km up where the rest of the airborne strike force awaited. The next phase of the assault involved landing troops. While everyone was busy watching for a ground attack, the mecha regiments were beamed into the middle of several infantry corps form high flying Liberator transports. At once the Stormwind regiments took to the air, using their speed and manoeuvrability to dodge fire while launching missiles at anti-air batteries. Of course, they weren't as fast or manoeuvrable as the Griffins and there were, inevitably, several losses, but within 2 minutes the anti-air guns had all been silenced. In that time, the War Walkers had not been idle. Those with distortion cannons had been busy relocating troops randomly about the base. Some had materialised 500m in the air, falling to their death. Others had appeared underground, exploding as they tried to occupy the same space as rocks. Still more reappeared in the same location as tanks and fellow troops, wiping them out of existence. A handful were simply deposited in the open, relatively unarmed, but, by and large, these were the exception. Those troops that got to close were hit by dual starcannon fire. Even Imperium battlesuits were no match for the high energy plasma bolts spewed by the starcannons. As the infantry fell back to provide space for the armoured divisions to fire, the Stormwinds returned, turning their bright lances on the tanks. Though immensely powerful, the tanks lacked dedicated anti-air guns and were unable to retaliate. The bright lances, weapons that acted independently of shield strength, pierced the defences of the tanks, concentrating on the command units and then moving on to any that showed signs of intelligent arrangement, presuming these to be the more elite units. The carnage continued for about 10 minutes before the hail of fire around the Stormwinds finally grew thick enough to be a threat and they withdrew several kilometres into the air, sending a microtransmission back towards the Boyd base. For the loss of 2 regiments, they had mauled 5 Heavy Tank corp and 12 Light Tank corp. With the air attack seemingly halted, the tanks resumed their task of destroying the war walkers. Before long, their massed firepwoer had reduced their number to 1 regiment. Then 3 battalions. Then relief arrived. The Griffins, having obtained precise targeting details from the dying warwalkers, dropped their Humpty Dumpty bombs. In total, 1080 bombs were dropped. An explosive force equivalent to 540GT, all focused by shape charges. The units that did not die in the initial blast found themselves falling into a deep fissure blasted open by the explosion. 10 corp of tanks and 50 of infantry were destroyed. Still, however, Boyd was not finished. A division of Basilisks 50km away opened up with their main cannon, smashing every building in the base to rubble. infantry formations were decimated as the huge shells exploded in their midst. After 10 minutes of solid firing, during which tanks began racing for the Basilisks, they fell silent. Swiftly boarding their Liberator transports, they ran for safety, leaving the pursuing tank division 10 minutes from base. The PPCs and phaser arrays of the Griffins took a few seconds to penetrate tank shielding, but the results when they did were devastating. While 5 squadrons from each of the 4 attacking wings engaged a brigade, taking down their shields, the 6th squadron kept its distance, firing cluster missiles every time a group of tanks was deshielded. Barely half the division made it safely back to base. Their mission complete, the Griffins followed the Liberators back to base. Upon their return, all shield systems were activated. There was now no way into the base. Back at the Imperium base, Collins stepped out of his command tank to personally survey the damage. He never had a chance to regret his decision as several Exitus longrifles opened up on him from a distance of 10km. First a shieldbreaker, then an armour piercing round, then another shield breaker and finally a hollow point round. All rounds hit within a second, all along the same trajectory, blowing Collins' head off in an impressive display of accuracy. Several more salvoes rang out as troops and commanders dived for cover. The shots continued until a squad of personnel carriers arrived at the projected location of the snipers. They found traces of Boyd transporters, but no men. The 5 highest ranking army commanders, with the execution of Kyle, had been cut down and squads slaughtered around them for nothing. Several tanks had been destroyed by a combination a shieldbreakers and armour piercing rounds and the last remaining shield generators had been dissolved by acid rounds. Imperium moral was at its lowest point ever. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [STGOD] Battle for Neptune aftermath report Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 High Admiral Tralesta gazed impassively at the debris field that had been the Boyd Collective forces. It had been a near-perfect victory. His vicious assault had caught the Boyd Collective off-guard and letting the non-superlaser capable ships open the jump points had been the winning strategy. With his superlaser capable ships fully charged and ready to fire once the points opened, the Collective quickly withered beneath the massed firepower of his fleet. In four hours the entire battle was over. His fleet had only suffered minor losses among the smaller capital ships, no more than a few hundred ships lost in all. The Boyd Collective forces, by contrast, had been utterly shattered. The World Shapers were already cruising through the debris field, siphoning the shattered wreckage of the enemy starbases and ships into their massive molecular furnaces and churning out replacements for his own losses. The Lord Protector would be extremely pleased. His aide handed him a datapad with the latest status reports. The World Shapers had finished replenishing the fleet with droid- operated warships. Not as intuitive as organics, but fearsome tacticians and strategists nonetheless. Looking down to his communications officer he said "Send a message to the Lord Protector informing him that our objective has been accomplished and we are proceeding to sector five to await further orders." Waiting the few moments it took for the message to be sent and a reply to be forwarded the High Admiral pondered the ease with which the Collective had been defeated here. They would not be so easily taken the next time. 'Just as well', he thought, 'this was more of a slaughter than a battle.' "Sir, the Lord Protector is on a solo mission. Supreme Admiral Tigellinus acknowledges our victory and sends you his personal congratulations. Our relocation to sector five has been approved and acknowledge." the comm officer said. Tralesta smiled briefly then said "Good, signal the fleet. We jump in two minutes." From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Battle for Neptune aftermath report Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/02 BFA-9 slammed his fist down on his armrest, not quite shattering it. The Entire X-Group shattered. Half of them had been crippled in the initial volley, caught in realspace. According to the last transmission, however, Cannaught and Revenge had had dropped their cloaks and deployed fighters. Torpedoes form them and the surviving destroyers hit destroyed hundreds of the Lord Protector's ships, but it wasn't enough. 'Revenge' was hit firing its singularity cannon and the resulting gravitational disruption had knock Cannaught's phase cloak off-line. Next the starbases had been destroyed, deprived off their escorts, but still possessing their fighters. Hundreds more ships had been destroyed by their thousands of torpedoes and heavy turbolasers, but even their shielding couldn't hold forever. Fortunately the vast majority of their crew and those of the other ships had been safely evacuated via the dimensional transporters and were waiting in Boyd space . From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Kayle's Black Raptor plummeted through Neptune's atmosphere at terrifying speeds. He was in a hurry to return to his flagship after the events of a few hours ago... when Kynes was captured. His head still rang from the psychic assault which had temporarily rendered him unconscious. The attack had been made just as he was getting ready to lift off. The wave of mental energy that had struck him had been immense, more than he'd felt in decades. By the time he regained consciousness Kynes was gone. His ship's sensors had recorded the whole thing, of course, and there was precious little he could have done at that point. The Black Raptor was a fine ship, extremely able in many ways, but she could not hope to win alone against the 50 kilometer warsphere which had taken Kynes. Kayle had opted for a completely different approach. Disengaging the Raptor's SEP Field as he approached the immense flagship, he pondered his next moves. Something must be done, and soon. The enemy forces were more powerful than he'd thought and this posed a problem. Not an insurmountable one, of course, but a problem nonetheless. Easing the Raptor into her docking berth, Kayle felt a plan forming in his head. Kynes had been captured, but he was not inexpendable. If necessary Kynes could be sacrificed to save Earth itself. Kayle entered the lift pod and said "Bridge, emergency speed." The lift doors shut and Kayle felt a slight jolt as the pod raced off towards the bridge. A second after the jolt, Kayle heard the muffled thump that was the sound barrier breaking down before the fierce speeds at which the pod travelled. 'The one downside to a ship this enormous' Kayle thought, 'is that it takes forever to get anywhere on it.' A few minutes later the pod doors opened and he strode out onto the bridge. Supreme Admiral Tigellinus rose from the command chair and said "Good to have you back, sir. Were their any difficulties?" Kayle grimaced and replied "A few. Get Tralesta and Dorinia and the line" "At once" said Tigellinus, as he turned to relay the order. Moments later Kayle spoke to his two High Admirals "Tralesta, Dorinia, you are both to suspend current operations and rendevous with the Command Fleet at sector 359, my plans have changed. This charade has gone on long enough. If we cannot convince the enemy forces to leave one way, we shall convince them another way. You have your orders, transmission ends." Looking out over the bridge, Kayle said "Signal the Command Fleet that we are about to jump to sector 359. We jump in two minutes." From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 in article 89pa02$2ln$1@nnrp1.deja.com, Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris at omega_zero_day@my-deja.com wrote on 3/3/00 9:14 pm: > Moments later Kayle spoke to his two High Admirals "Tralesta, Dorinia, > you are both to suspend current operations and rendevous with the > Command Fleet at sector 359, my plans have changed. This charade has > gone on long enough. If we cannot convince the enemy forces to leave > one way, we shall convince them another way. You have your orders, > transmission ends." Looking out over the bridge, Kayle said "Signal the > Command Fleet that we are about to jump to sector 359. We jump in two > minutes." The Boyd Master had been waiting of this moment. He had trailed Kayle, using his personal cloak, site-to-site trasnporters and own psychic powers to mask his presence. He felt near the end of his powers, but he didn't have to last much longer. Reaching to his belt, he killed the cloak and dropped the psychic shroud. The snap-humm of a light or darksabre was unmistakable. The bridge crew at least heard the cause of their deaths, even if they could not see it. The whirlwind of death that was the Boyd Master scythed through the entire crew in an instant before throwing several grenades and using his transporter to beam out. Flinging himself towards a turbolift, Kayle felt a searing blast as the grenades, a combination of haywire and HE types exploded, totally destroying the bridge. Stabbing at his comm link, he immediately ordered security teams to trace the transporter and kill the Master. Supreme Admiral Tigellinus' death would be avenged. The Master was not going to be easily found however. Out of Kayle's presence, the psychic shroud was easier to maintain and it made a perfect accompaniment to his personal cloak. It was doubtful that anyone would be able to detect him except Kayle at short range. Hopefully, however, things would not get to that stage. Finding an isolated crewmember, he decloaked and knocked him unconscious. Extending the cloak and shroud to include both of them, he began assimilating the contents of his mind. 5 minutes later, at the heart of the SATAN field generator, the walls were freshly painted red. The Master had been fast, but the room was too big to kill all the guards and engineers before the alarm had been sounded and he knew he had 30 seconds at most to disable the device. Pulling out his last set up grenades, he hurtled them into the heart of the device and dived for cover. The explosion was impressive, even to one who had witnessed a thousand conflicts. The feel of reality was altering now. Yes, the SATAN field was most definitely off-line. Tapping his comm-link, the Master requested his phase cloaked Viper-II, lurking in hyperspace, to come to his position. It answered that it was a minute away. The Master would be fortunate indeed it last that long. Fortunate or skilled. His Force sense warned him, almost too late, off the bolts headed his way. Backflipping, he spun his sabre round, reflecting the bolts back at the shooters. A couple died from the return shots. Standard troops then, not the Force adepts he had sensed earlier. They would arrive soon, no doubt. Again his danger sense flashed, this time from behind as part of the wall blew in and a figure leapt in, Force Pike raised. Rather than begin a hand-to-hand fight, the master whipped out his SOCOM and shot him 3 times in the head, Force-guiding the bullets to their target. The Viper-II was now thirty seconds away. A new presence registered with him. Close, very close. And very powerful. "You have 30 seconds to surrender. Do so and it'll be a clean death. Refuse and you'll suffer the 50 millennia I spent in isolation in the core of this ship, kept alive only by your link to the Force." Out of curiosity, the Master tried his transporter. Nothing. They were jamming him now. Mildly peeved at losing the SATAN field no doubt. The Viper-II was 15 seconds away. The Master could sense activity all around now. Force adepts and Phoenix protectors were gathering in the adjacent rooms. He was going to be cutting it close. "10 seconds." Kayle had a nagging feeling that he should get back. Now. Stepping slightly further down the corridor, he called for a transit pod. "5 seconds." The Viper-II arrived and declaoked. Though long, the room was so cluttered that there was barely room. At this range, the Master's transproter was able to burn through the jamming and place on board the fighter. With a searing flash, the walls of the room all caved in as the attack to stop him was launched. Thumbing the hardpoint release toggles, he reactivated the phase-claok and went to full throttle. Blazing out of the station with an acceleration of thousands of gees before jumping to hyperspace, he was unable to scan to see how much damage had been done, or to see if Kayle was still alive. The report to the Collective would be incomplete, but satisfying none the less. Kayle was indeed alive. As soon as the Viper had decloaked he had felt the danger and dived into the transit pod. He was already a couple fo kilometres away by the time the 2 500MT bombs detonated. It some ways it was fortunate that so many Force adepts had been present. Realising they were dead, they had sacrificed the last of their strength to contain the blast and only the SATAN room had been lost. The generator was a total loss. AN irreplacable piece of equipment was gone. They would operate transporter jammers continuously now. They couldn't afford another incident like this. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > Right... and no-one's going to notice the sudden increase in population? And > how do you pay them all? :^) They are but a fraction of the trillions of troops I control. > > You hadn't. I posted my post before you posted yours about the shield. A > couple of hours before hand. > > And no, the Collective doesn't eat. It can, but it doesn't need to. Rats. Pokemon can't take out a dragon, so I'm ignoring that. We are talking a thousand Smaug level dragons here. > The attack had been repelled. That demon was a Pit Fiend put of AD&D, the damn thing is worth 56K exp, more than any other official monster. It was ripping your Boyd Masters limb from limb. I think you forget that I am immune to force powers, _and_ magic, by virtue of my grey dragon scale mail. Let me put it this way, in the computer games I created Lord Graeme's persona from, he has over 1000 hitpoints, regeneration, human slaying weapons, and enough armour to ignore anything up to around 2000 lb bombs. Besides, I have given you two chances now to have an interesting fight by not specifically crushing any of your forces so here goes. Here's my reply. Unfortunately for Boyd's army, the dragons had already regrouped. They swooped down on the Boyd lines, scattering the infantry, and slagging the tanks. Troops screamed as they were burned alive by the molten metal that had once protected them. As Dice's troops regrouped, a solitary black figure, hunched over and twisted from dark magics stepped forward. Speaking vile words, he began to animate the dead. The corpses of both Boyd and Dice troops began to rise from the ground. Shambling slowly towards the Boyd lines, they were an unstoppable force. Cut off their legs, and they dragged themselves by their arms. Burn them and they walked on until completely consumed. For every Boyd killed, another zombie rose to take their place. The army of undead walked on, completely decimating an entire battalion of Boyd's troops. Under the cover of the undead, and the dragons, Graeme's forces were reinforced with an extra ten billion troops from the worldship, and the assault began anew. Your lucky I'm in an alliance with Kynes, or I'd just drop an asteroid on you. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Almost as soon as the Boyd troops had finished their assault and were safely inside their shielded encampment the sky was blotted out by a massive presence. The ISS Shadow Sword a 50 km in diameter Pulsar class battlestation (fresh from my reserves) had dropped it's phase cloak. It had infiltrated past the shield at the same time as the World Devastators but had stayed hidden until needed, even shielded from Kynes' magical detection by the presence of 10 corps of Boyd knights and masters (1 million in total). They instantly moved to safeguard the battlestation from his preditions by emitting a massive psychic scream that resonated across the planet knocking anyone with the slightest bit of magical or psychic potential into unconsciousness, they then concentrated their energies on keeping the Imperial and Boyd forces safe from anything this hostile new universe tried to throw at them. The ground forces of Knopf, recently made leaderless by Boyd's snipers fled in disarray upon seeing this immense new threat only to be stopped in their tracks when the World Devastators that they thought had been destroyed dropped their phase cloaks and descended on them. Their terror was complete as many of their number were sucked into the molecular furnaces and the ISS Shadow Sword opened fire with it's hundreds of turbolaser batteries and launched thousands of vortex missiles into them dragging them into non-space. Barely 1 million of Knopf's troops survived when the Shadow Sword launched it's troops. 500 storm commando divisions and 200 Imperial armour divisions moved to engage the marines and the encirclement was complete when a further 300 divisions from the World Devastators attacked. Within an hour the Fifth Imperium forces had been slaughtered to a man a fitting repayment for their foolishness in attacking the Imperial garrison. The Shadow Sword moved into orbit over the vast area of land know as Africa to this planets inhabitants where the legions of Dice were being successfully bottled up by Boyd's forces (that will teach you to under estim ate the power of Pikachu). Aboard the station the commander Admiral Gallows gave a familiar order: "Commence primary ignition sequence" A giant gout of green flame shot out from the station towards the troops below, although being fired on low power it was easily enough to destroy over 4.5 billion of them without doing too much damage the continent itself. Luckily the population had been evacuated by Dice so Gallows didn't have that many civilian deaths on his conscience. Dice's remaining troops withdrew further into the continent's interior and attempted to fortify their position. Knowing that soon the killing blow would come from Boyd's forces and with their wizards incappacitated they would not be able to summon undead reinforcements. Meanwhile a Corp of Boyd Knights left the Shadow Sword to search the area around where Kynes was last seen. They found him lying on the floor with his ally Lord Protector Kayle Scorlaris kneeling over his prone form. A titanic battle took place between 200 of the collective's most powerful masters and the Lord Protector which resulted in him finally fleeing, wounded but not destroyed back to his transport and escaping the planet. Kynes was left behind, unconscious from the masters psychic scream and his last protector defeated. The Masters carried him back to the mighty Pulsar station and bound him in chains of sheer energy. A few hundred of them continued to assault his mind, effectively keeping him under control for the time being. The rest of the psychics turned their energy outward, battling against the titanic magic's that Boyd and Dice had unleashed to protect this world. Strong was the spell that bound Earth to this reality but assailed by 1 million psychic minds it eventually fell, catapulting Earth back into sync with the rest of the solar system. A battalion of masters stayed aboard while the station departed for Mars, the disembarked to take over Kynes' control centre's While the Imperial troops deployed around the planet taking up garrison positions and the World Devastators began the construction of defensive installations they worked to decipher the controls. Learning how to use them they healed the planets injuries and raised a powerful shield to protect it. Volcano guns were now brought online and the powerful weapon system at Stonehenge was readied. Anything coming into Earth orbit that was not a member of the Mars pact would be blown away. The planet was now under Imperial rule and when the Boyd defeated the rest of Dice's legions resistance would be at an end. <Mars> Kynes awoke alone in a cell on the Red Planet. He barely remembered what had brought him here and tried to reach out to Earth for guidance. He could not feel it, he was on Mars and here he was totally powerless. Since he was no longer on the planet he missed it's conforming presence. He felt more alone than he ever had before and began to cry. Outside the cell the Boyd Master's that were acting as his jailers had finished calibrating a device designed to thwart and rescue attempt, simple in form it was a boyd dimensional transporter which would beam Kynes into the dimension where all the Boyd grunt are kept if he tried to escape and the lock on him was constantly maintained by the immense mental powers of the Boyd masters. Above the planet the Pulsar station once again phase cloaked and jumped to a secret location, it's purpose unknown. -- Lord Rog Imperial Military Executor and Director of Imperial Intellegence. Here are the specs for my Pulsar Station: Reserve group 1: ISS Shadow Sword, Pulsar class battlestation. Pulsar class battlestation Diameter: 50 km Crew: 3,000,000 FTL: Galaxy class hyperdrive Offensive capabilities: Axial superlaser (360 degree coverage - 10 second recharge rate), network of Interdiction blisters, 100,000 multi purpose defence batteries, 75,000 Heavy turbolaser batteries Defences: Neutronium armour, shielding approximately equal to half that of the first Death Star, phase cloaking device Fighter complement: 100 x TIE Defender wings Troop complement: 500 x Storm commando divisions, 200 x Imperial armour divisions From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: [STGOD] Main Thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 "No, no no! I will _not_ permit the destruction of Earth while my troops are present." "Then evacuate them." "Perhaps you haven't been paying attention, but Rog has troops there too. They need my support." With Dice and Kynes gone he won't need his troops and neither will you." "And what about that last Asgerd? And Kayle? They wont take the matter too likely." "We're already fighting them. Why worry about what they think. Our forces can handle them." "I still refuse to abandon my men. I would consider any hostile action against them as an act of war." "Well, I guess I only have one choice. You'll be hearing form me again" From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 in article 38BF11CC.B6A21A0@home.com, Graeme Dice at grdice@home.com wrote on 3/3/00 1:09 am: > The corpses of both Boyd and Dice troops began to rise from the ground. > Shambling slowly towards the Boyd lines, they were an unstoppable > force. Cut off their legs, and they dragged themselves by their arms. > Burn them and they walked on until completely consumed. For every Boyd > killed, another zombie rose to take their place. The army of undead > walked on, completely decimating an entire battalion of Boyd's troops. > Under the cover of the undead, and the dragons, Graeme's forces were > reinforced with an extra ten billion troops from the worldship, and the > assault began anew. Suddenly the chanting ceased and the spellcaster fell to the ground, unconscious. Several kilometres distant, watching over the battle, Dice stumbled and cried out, his mind assailed by the scream of a million voices. Nothing was ever truly invincible and a million minds were certainly enough to penetrate even his defences. They were not, however, sufficient to knock him into unconsciousness. He stumbled again as a green glare blinded him. There was a sudden flash of heat as the superlaser shot impacted in the centre of his troop formations, wiping almost half of them out. A billion more troops were on the ground, screaming from burns and blindness. The shield protecting the Boyd encampment was flickering but it soon stabilised itself. Not before several hundred thousand of Dice's troops had passed through however. They had slaughtered the outer perimeter guard, a battalion of mechanised infantry and were moving to engage the inner perimeter guard. "Let em' rip, boys." An artillery battery, dug formly into the ground, opened fire with its vibrocannons. Waves of seismic energy lanced through the ground, throwing a cavalry formation off its steeds. Before the knights could recover, Holwing Banshees were charging towards them. Wielding C'tan phase swords and emitting a psionic scream, they cleaved their way through the first line of knights. The second was more resistive, the psionic amplifiers now recharging. The battle was not a fair one, however, the phase swords slicing through armour and skin effortlessly. The banshees were soon joined by squads of Farfetch'd, their deadly sword dances keeping even the most skilled knight busy while they were battered to death by a leek. Salvation, for the knights came in the form of dragons. Swooping low over the battlefield, they were able to flame their targets with perfect accuracy. Unfortunately, it also left them vulnerable to air defence walkers. Type-XIV phasers sent the dragons spinning while concussion missiles knocked them senseless. Slamming into the ground at several hundred km/h, they ploughed massive furrows that grunts immediately began deploying in, using them as trenches. A handful of stasis generators were immediately deployed around each dragon to keep them out of the fighting. Despite early successes, the inner perimeter guard were pushed back, being barely a corp strong. Boarding transports, the grunts redeployed as several armour divisions rolled into range. An artillery division deployed immediately behind them to provide covering fire and began sowing mines. Within a minute, Dice's troops had caught up and were charging into battle. Archers fired neutronium tipped arrows as zombie companies groaned their way forward. One of the companies stumbled on the outer rows of mines, going up in a firework display that outclassed the Millennium celebrations of centuries ago. Witnessing this, the grunts began cheering. That is, until they saw the scattered limbs start clawing or hopping their way forward again. Loathe to use bombs at such close range, the general commanding the divisions ordered plasma cannon fire and gradually the limbs were totally incinerated. The process was a lengthy one, however and the troops were getting closer. Neutronium arrows were taking a heavy toll on the front line of troops and a squad of Vipers that had tried to strafe their position had been blown out of the sky. Finally, the armoured divisions were forced back. At the expense of 7 regiments, they had eliminated almost 100,000 of Dice's men, perhaps a a quarter of the initial force that had broken through. By now, Dice's wizards were beginning to recover, They could not yet cast spells, but they had regained consciousness and were being attended to by medics. Mumbling orders, they initiated the next phase of the attack. Magical ballistas, covered in runes even Kynes did not comprehend fully, opened fire on the shield. A full 10,000 of them fired, bringing it down in less than 5 volleys. Immediately 4 billion troops advanced into the base, sufficient force to overrun 10 Boyd armies. That is, if you went by numbers alone. A corp of light infantry transported into the massive army. Seconds before they were overrun by stampeding troops, they activated their pokéballs, releasing hordes of Jigglypuffs upon the Dice's legions. Picking up their microphones, the balloon pokémon began singing their lullaby. "Jiggillypuff, jigg-illy-puff..." Yawning, the 4 billion troops cast aside their weapons and began to sleep. As everyone knows, Jigglypuffs like an audience. The sight of 4 billion potential listeners had very nearly overwhelmed them and now the sight of them all asleep made them mad enough almost to burst. Taking their marker pens, they began to scribble on every sleeping troop in sight. Only Sir Dice, a couple of kilometres away and snoring soundly, went unnoticed. They were not, however, normal marker pens. They were Boyworks gruntification markers. Inside the ink was secreted enough nanites to gruntify 100 billion men. Soon all 4 billion had been transformed into fresh grunts and were beginning to stir, their genetic immunity to Jigglypuff's song kicking in. The battle was not yet over, however. 500 million troops, a 'small reserve' element, remained as did Lord Dice, albeit in a weakened state. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main Thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Seeing the destruction on Earth, and the capturing of Kynes, Lord Dice returned to his worldship to issue an ultimatum. Withdraw all forces from both Mars and the Earth within twenty-four hours, or face certain destruction by being cast into the core of the sun. The massive tractor beam emplacements on the worldship sprang into life, and the worldship began to move. Flying directly towards the sun, it dove deep down through the stellar core, ensuring a collision course with the planets. "You have been warned," Lord Graeme informed his opponents. "This solar system is not for you." Lord Graeme contacted his troops on his home planet, and ordered them to send another twenty worldships. Lord Graeme of Dice From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > in article 38BF11CC.B6A21A0@home.com, Graeme Dice at grdice@home.com wrote > on 3/3/00 1:09 am: > <snip> > Suddenly the chanting ceased and the spellcaster fell to the ground, > unconscious. Several kilometres distant, watching over the battle, Dice > stumbled and cried out, his mind assailed by the scream of a million voices. > Nothing was ever truly invincible and a million minds were certainly enough > to penetrate even his defences. They were not, however, sufficient to knock > him into unconsciousness. He stumbled again as a green glare blinded him. > There was a sudden flash of heat as the superlaser shot impacted in the > centre of his troop formations, wiping almost half of them out. A billion > more troops were on the ground, screaming from burns and blindness. The > shield protecting the Boyd encampment was flickering but it soon stabilised > itself. Not before several hundred thousand of Dice's troops had passed > through however. They had slaughtered the outer perimeter guard, a battalion > of mechanised infantry and were moving to engage the inner perimeter guard. > Was that fired from orbit? If so, it didn't impact, as the universe shielding is still active. <snip> > The battle was not yet over, however. 500 million troops, a 'small reserve' > element, remained as did Lord Dice, albeit in a weakened state. I calculate that Gruntifying my 4 billion troops should take you a couple of months to actually reach them all, as they would be spread out over an area the size of the U.S., so they are out of the fight. The stream of troops from the worldship continued. They were Elves now, completely immune to all charming and sleeping magics. The Dice horde continued in their relentless attacks on the Boyd legions, overwhelming entire armour divisions and defenses. Aboard the worldship, a phased wizard was preparing a rather poweful spell. Upon the completion of its casting, every single one of the phase cloaks on the ships in orbit burned out, prevented from operation by the universe shield. The worldship moved into position, and using its massive tractor beams, lifted the world devastators, and every other single enemy ship off the surface of the planet, and threw them deep into the sun. Out numbered, and without aerial support, the Boyd began to falter. Graeme Dice From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 As the door to Kynes' cell opened the tearful wizard raised his head from the pathetic heap on the floor that he had collapsed into. "Who .. who are you?" The black clad figure stepped out of the shadows. "I am the person who's nice new cruisers you destroyed, actually I'm suppressed you don't recognise me, you know being omnipotent and all that" "Don't hurt me, please" "I think I may have got the wrong word, you are not omnipotent, impotent maybe but not omnipotent" "What do you want from me " Rog walked towards his guest. With a sickening thud the Imperials booted foot caught Kynes in the stomach. "Owwwwwwww, please don't hurt me" Rog grabbed Kynes by the throat and hauled him to his feet. Most men in this situation would have at least put up some sort of a fight, after all Kynes had nothing left to lose. But brother Kynes was not most men, powerful he may have been on Earth but here cut of from the source of his magical energy he was as weak as a new-born kitten. [Smack] Rog punched Kynes full force in the face, breaking his nose and causing blood to shoot across the room. "You are a presumptuous f*ckhead, you wiped out 25 of my best ships, for that you are going to suffer pains beyond belief. Come on fight back, you though that you could attack my ships with impunity on Earth, you though you were safe from me, well guess what your not on Earth any more." Another punch connected with the helpless form. "Fight back for gods sake" "Please stop, what do you want I'll do anything" "Really, good I want to know everything that you know about your allies, their weakness, their plans everything" "I can't" Kynes coughed blood coming from his mouth onto the floor. "I can't betray them" "Then you will die here on Mars" Rog reached for his communicator "bring in the interrogation droid and when its finished dispose of the prisoner" "No please, I just want ...." "Want what?" Kynes didn't answer and for his trouble received a vicious kick to the head. "I want to go home" With that Kynes broke down in tears again "I love Earth and just want to protect it, I'm sorry, I never wanted a war with you I just wanted the planet to be safe, please take me home" Rog, contrary to the image that he liked to project was not totally heartless and began to feel some sympathy for the poor creature in front of him. "I'll tell you what, if you help me to end this I promise that you will see your planet again" "You .. you promise" "If you cooperarate and behave yourself" And with that Kynes began to talk. Two hours later Rog left the cell and arranged for medical treatment for his prisoner a Boyd master approached him. "I hope you were not serious about releasing him, BFT-9 will be most displeased" "It made him talk didn't it, I will not release him until this is over and only then if I am convinced that he is reformed. After all don't you believe that everyone deserves a second chance" "We will see what happens. Do not cross us Rog" "Don't threaten me, and in future stay out of my mind" With that Rog walked away to put the knowledge he had gained to good use. He resolved to carry Ysalmiri more often and speak to BFA-9 that Boyd master. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 Rog wrote: > > As the door to Kynes' cell opened the tearful wizard raised his head from > the pathetic heap on the floor that he had collapsed into. As Lord Rog sat down to eat his evening meal, he noted that the chef had prepared corn-on-the-cob. This chef was extremely talented, so Rog knew that this meal would be superb. As Rog picked up the corn and went to bite into it, a huge mouth and pair of eyes appeared on the cob. The cob launched itself at Rog's throat, ripping into it with razor sharp fangs. Hearing their leaders screams, dozens of stormtroopers rushed in to defend their master, only to be attacked by more cobs of corn that came rushing from the kitchen. Battered and badly wounded, the stormtroopers managed to defeat the killer cobs of corn and rescue Rog. Unconsciousess and having lost fully half the blood in his body, Rog would be spending at least the next two weeks in a bacta tank. Back on the worldship, Lord Graeme read his aide's report. The Death Cobs had done their job well, incapicating Rog at a crucial moment. Lord Graeme signalled for the rescue of Kynes to begin, causing hundreds of kilometre sized asteroids to smash into the planetary defense shields of Mars, crippling them. The special operatives team moved silently through the black airless night. The chaos in the enemy was evident even this far out, Rog's near death having thrown the stormtroopers into a state of shock. They moved quickly and unnoticed, fading through walls invisibly and silently. Entering Kynes cell, they motioned for him to be quiet, and quickly returned back to their transport area. "We have the cargo," they informed the worldship. "Very well, Lord Graeme will be most pleased." The operatives and Kynes vanished into nothingness, returning to the total safety of the worldship. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main Thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 "No, no no! I will _not_ permit the destruction of Earth while my troops are present." "Then evacuate them." "Perhaps you haven't been paying attention, but Rog has troops there too. They need my support." With Dice and Kynes gone he won't need his troops and neither will you." "And what about that last Asgerd? And Kayle? They wont take the matter too likely." "We're already fighting them. Why worry about what they think. Our forces can handle them." "I still refuse to abandon my men. I would consider any hostile action against them as an act of war." "Well, I guess I only have one choice. You'll be hearing form me again" With that, the argument between Xtreme and Boyd ended. Xtreme wanted the Earth destroyed but Boyd wanted it whole. Enraged at the fact that he cannot destroy Earth without severe repricussions, he tapped his comwrist signaling the transporter chief to transport him to the flagship. He could have teleported himself without any outside aid but today he was to angry for that. Once he was transported back to his battlestar, he stepped off the platform and was greeted by the transporter chief. TC:"Glad to have you back sir. How was your meeting?" In reply, Xtreme stretched out with his mind and telekinetically grabbed the chief's head and smashed it through the transporter console. Sparks flew momentarily and the chief twitched for a few seconds before stopping. Xtreme lets go of the chief's head and said,"How's that for an answer?" A bit of the tension was relieved but it wasn't enough. He quickly rushed to the nearest turbolift and headed straight for the Bridge. [Bridge] The turbolift doors opened and out came Xtreme. The battlestar's captain stood to attention and said,"Admiral on the bridge." Instead of exchanging a few pleasantries, this time the Admiral said," Anything interesting happened while I was away?" The captain replied saying,"Yessir! We've just received a message from Lord Dice sir. Here's the gist of it:":Lord Dice :returned to his worldship to issue an ultimatum. Withdraw all forces :from both Mars and the Earth within twenty-four hours, or face certain destruction by being cast into the core of the sun. The massive tractor beam emplacements on the worldship sprang into life, and the worldship began to move. Flying directly towards the sun, it dove deep down through the stellar core, ensuring a collision course with the planets. : :"You have been warned," Lord Graeme informed his opponents. "This solar :system is not for you."" "Is that it Captain?" "Yessir, that is all." "Hmm.. His threat is useless against me. Nevertheless, get the battlestar "Ragnarok" ready for battle. His worldships are useless against the battlestar so the battle will be quite lopsided. Have 100 million of our fighters to the defence of Mars and Earth. Now if there is nothing else to do, I'd like to meditate in my quarters. Oh and by the way, Rog is in need of some troops so give them to him but not the elite troops. Dismissed!" He turned away from the captain and headed straight for his quarters.'Tomorrow is another day." From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: [STGOD] The Plot sickens. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/03 As the sun rises over Mars Control and the new day begins hundreds of bulk cruisers come and go, dropping off raw materials, picking up cargo for the front line. The stories of the men in charge of these glorified cargo boxes are long and arduous, with almost no hope of a lasting impact on history. They were the lucky ones. ---===--- "Mars Control here. State you name, destination and cargo." "Mars Control, this is Boyd Unit 15677874 request landing to Moon Base Phobos. I have the delivery of supplies. Uploading manifest now." "10,000 Calvary units complete with Wolf's Bane Armor and Kamacite Weapons! What the fuck is going on?" "Apparently the Evil Forces are using magic, almost exclusively. I guess you have to fight fire with fire." "Damn, I'm glad I'm stuck here. Manifest checks out and landing permission granted." ---===--- Meanwhile a small man walked, or should I say lurched, through what use to be Phobos Base. The walls were splattered with the remains of those who chose not to join his cause. Despite the fact that the base was taken over more than 3 days ago no one had noticed, it's amazing what a Yithian or two will do in the right places. All the supplies were ready, save for four things. A fine powder made from the hooves of a beast of burden, Aconitum Napellus also known as Wolf's Bane, metal from a Ferrous meteorite and of course, more willing disciples. Hopefully more people will be willing to join than last time. If not, he'll have to convince them. Stage two can not be delayed further. Brother Alpha From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 "Send a message to the Mars pact leaders. It is to have only this text." Lord Graeme handed his aide a sealed note. "Don't read it out loud whatever you do." As the respective leaders received their copies of the message, they all looked at it in a quizical manner. "Hastur?" said Rog. "Who's Hastur? And how do you pronounce that anyways? Has-tur, Hast-ur, Ha-stur...." BFA-9 took one look at the message and asked the same questions. "What is this Hastur?" An ominous presence gathered in the solar system... From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <0dfc8dcc.81570417@usw-ex0106-046.remarq.com>, Graeme Dice <grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid> wrote: <snip> >An ominous presence gathered in the solar system... "What do you mean you sent the message wrong?" Lord Graeme asked his communications officer threatingly. "I'm sorry sir, but I mistyped it. What was it anyways?" replied the officer. "Oh just an incredibly nasty parting gift. Oh well, it's all for the best anyways. I'd hate to have it hanging around." From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] The Plot sickens. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 in article 38C027B1.42CC3A7A@home.com, Strowbridge at strowbridge@home.com wrote on 3/3/00 9:07 pm: > All the supplies were ready, save for four things. A fine powder made > from the hooves of a beast of burden, Aconitum Napellus also known as > Wolf's Bane, metal from a Ferrous meteorite and of course, more willing > disciples. > Hopefully more people will be willing to join than last time. If not, > he'll have to convince them. Stage two can not be delayed further . "Phobos Control, this is Boyd Unit 15677874 requesting final landing permission." no answer. "Phobos Control, this is Boyd Unit 15677874, requesting final landing permission. Please acknowledge." Still no answer. Grumbling about the inefficiencies of the bureaucracy, the Boyd pilot attempted to telepathically contact the base. Still no answer. In fact he couldn't even detect the presence of Boyd personnel there. A veteran of several wars, he knew something was very wrong. Starbases like that didn't suddenly lose their crews. Within minutes, a lone Viper-II was on its way from the surface of Mars. [Phobos Base] The Boyd Master disembarked from his fighter, looking about warily. His nightsabre was in his hand but not yet ignited. He could feel a presence on the station, the like of which he had never before experienced. The Collective had, however. Guided by this feeling, he approached the presence, a trail of destruction spreading out before him. "Impressive. Most impressive." In one corridor, an entire grunt company had been slaughtered. A Boyd Knight seemed to have been standing with it. After several minutes of walking, the Master heard footsteps ahead. The gait was a lumbering, lurching one. Some monstrosity, no doubt. He was partially right. Brother Alpha spun faster than his appearance would have suggested possible and tried to transfix the Master with a powerful gaze. It failed. "Who are you and what do you want?" The Master was no longer acting of his own volition. The Collective Mind of the Boyd possessed him totally now. It was hungry for answers and Broter Alpha found himself with a captive audience. From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] The Plot sickens. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > "Phobos Control, this is Boyd Unit 15677874 requesting final landing > permission." Not enough to complete stage two, but enough to run the base. <SNIP!> I'll assume I was waiting for Boyd Unit 15677874 and he asked the same question. > "Who are you and what do you want?", the soldier asked, not knowing if > he truly wanted to know the answer. "All I want is, your mind." And with that the soldier was attacked by some ... creature so terrible his mind blanked it out forever. Which for him was not long. When he awoke he found himself on a plain, a warm moist plain. Strange cone shaped creatures moved nearby. Maybe they're grazing he thought. Certainly smelled bad enough. No wait that was coming from the nearby lake. He heard the faint call and deep within his soul he knew the Hunter had come for him. No one escapes the Hunter. Tiki lele ... Tiki lele ... ---===--- Meanwhile what was the Body of Boyd Unit 15677874 stood in front of a please Brother Alpha. "Yithians are such fun. Now, unload the troops and take them to the 'Reeducation Center.' Those that don't convert, feed them to the rest of the troops." "Yes, sir." "Oh, get some Star Steeds to move the ingredients to the theater, The Harbingers coming for diner." From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 in article 38C04A32.D3FF739A@home.com, Graeme Dice at grdice@home.com wrote on 3/3/00 11:22 pm: > "We have the cargo," they informed the worldship. > > "Very well, Lord Graeme will be most pleased." > > The operatives and Kynes vanished into nothingness, returning to the > total safety of the worldship. Lord Graeme was most displeased. "You morons, didn't you think to check it was really him?" "Well... ummm.... the cell said 'Kynes' cell'" In reply, Lord Greame zapped the unfortunate operative into oblivion. They had failed to retrieve the real Kynes, bringing back a mere clone created by Boyd. A clone with a deadly variant of the Ebola virus that left him dead half an hour after his retrieval. They had panicked at first, thinking it was the real Kynes until someone decided to try a post-mortem. Scrawled across Kynes' chest in black indelible marker were the words "Hah, hah, tricked you" and a large face with its tongue sticking out. [Mars] "So, the mighty Imperial Executor's been laid low by his food," sneered the Boyd Master. It had little respect for Rog, but would obey its duty. Drawing on the Force it began to heal Rog's wounds. It took less than an hour to restore him to full health after which he thanked the Master, a clearly painful task. In orbit, the Mars shipyards had completed the task they had been set several days ago. Construction of a new class of ship. 10km long and sparkling in the sunlight, she was the pride of the 9th fleet. The first of the 'Purification' class. It had used up the vast majority of spare parts available, but it was now ready fro action. All systems had been fully tested and she her crew was all aboard. manoeuveruing away from on thrusters only, she appeared to ripple as the phase cloak engaged and she vansihed from sight. Combined with her wraithbone armour and psycher complement, she was undetectable. Here are her stats: Purification class dreadnought ====== 4 superlasers (+/- 45 degree firing arc) DS-II equivalent, 2 minute recharge (these are the blue cylinders visible round the ship and have independent shield systems the equal of the ship's own shields) 200 Singularity Cannons turret emplacements 5000 GDB Shields strong enough to withstand 4 full power superlaser blasts instantaneously, our 1 every 20 seconds indefinitely. Phase cloak Neutronium-wraithbone composite armour CGT array 75 degrees/sec turning 60,000g acceleration Warp 9.999 B5 hyperdrive 6W Viper-II 10km long 1 corp light infantry security force 1 battalion Boyd Knights 1 squad Boyd Masters From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Main thread Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Rog entered the control room of Mars command. "Did they fall for it" "Yes sir the escape shuttle is on it's way" "Excellent I can't believe that Dice fell for that, the fact that the fake base was staffed with stormtroopers when I only use stormcommandos should have been a clue and that the HRD of me didn't have a food taster should have been another one. Dice must be really stupid." "The Boyd masters touched the rescue teams minds, they believe that they have rescued Kynes" The escape shuttle landed on the worldship and the Kynes impostor was helped down the ramp. "Welcome back Brother Kynes, we will soon have Earth under your control again" an elf said "Take me to the control room, please" the fake Kynes responded While in the turbolift leading the control deck of Dice's worldship the HRD that had replaced Kynes was alerted by its sensors that it was at the nearest point to the universe shield generation equipment. It detonated a 5000 GT bomb. The ensuing explosion ripped through the interior of the worldship. Most ships would have been destroyed by this but Dice's vessel was truly massive in structure it survived but was heavily damaged the entire area surrounding the explosion was vaporised creating a gigantic hole through which 10,000,000,000 of Dice's troops were sucked to their death including the mage who was on the verge of casting his anti phase cloak spell. Even worse for Dice's plans the tractor beams that were dragging the sun were totally destroyed and the universe shield had failed. The worldships normal shields held and it was able to flee the sun before being burned to a crisp. The ship was forced to flee to the outer solar system to attempt to make repairs. It was unable to come anywhere near Earth or Mars because of the vast power of the Stonehenge gun. The plan to destroy Earth and Mars had failed and Dice's troops on Earth were cut off without any hope of reinforcement. [Back on Mars] "Kynes has settled into his new cell, yes and the Boyd Masters have scanned him and everyone else here they are who the claim to be and with their force powers keeping us under guard no one should be able to infiltrate the planet" "Well done lieutenant, let the troops know that our plan worked and the worldship has been damaged" "Yes sir, thank you sir" From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 in article 89pif1$8on$1@nnrp1.deja.com, Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris at omega_zero_day@my-deja.com wrote on 3/3/00 11:39 pm: > last post that as I approached my flagship I DISengaged my SEP field, > implying that it had been ENGAGED up until that point. There is no way > whatsoever that I could have been tracked. SEP fields are untraceable. > Period. I was on your ship. Sorry, I should have made that more clear. I stowed away on it, cloaked and with my psychic shroud. That's why it took a while for the Viper to arrive - until the Master started disabling systems, it didn't know where the ship was and couldn't get on board anyway with the SATAN systems active. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 You wanna explain how you got on board? And how you concealed yourself from an Force User who is significantly more powerful than Palpatine was? And how you tracked me to Earth in the first place? Sorry, Boyd, this don't wash. Not at all. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 I tracked you on Earth yes. Remember you were weakened from the psychic scream. That's how the Master was able to conceal himself. Wjile you were unconscious, he located you and followed you back to your fighter which he stowed away on. Due to your weak state, he was able to find himself, but the strain was rather great as I explained at the beginngin of my original post. In fact by the time he got aboard the Rocinant you were sufficiently recovered to defeat him which is why he beamed away after destroying the bridge, rather than kill you. Boyd Masters are pretty powerful anyway. One of tem defeated Luke Skywalker. Took over his body in fact. Very effective disguise. This was in a TGOD ages ago with Sheppard. You can probably find it on the fanfic archive under Boyd vs Sheppard. Boyd Masters have always been very powerful. The fact that Lord Dice was surprised that Kynes managed to beat one is a pretty good hint about that. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Boyd, how stupid do you think Kayle is? You seriously think he let you just walk onto his ship? And having a headache due to being knocked unconscious is a far cry from being totally oblivious to the existence of a master of the Force following me around. This is bullshit and you know it. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 No it's not. It's a TGOD. Anything can and generally will happen. His mind was assaulted by a million Boyd Masters and Knights. that's going to leave him more than a little confused. If you go back and read some earlier TGODs you will see that Boyd Masters are generally very powerful and very skilled. It was more than a headache you had. From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <89qu6r$7ge$1@news5.svr.pol.co.uk>, "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk> wrote: > >Oh and your allies are going to be so pleased about you killing Earth. You notice that I sent both Earth and Mars on a collision course with the sun. They are currently still spiralling into the sun, and you have about 8 hours left to either repair my worldship so I can rescue the Earth as I was planning, or to evacuate. Gravity is a rather powerful ally. From: Alex Moon (moonman_559@yahoo.com) Subject: [STGOD] Strike Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Wrapped in phase cloaks, twelve heavy cruisers lay waiting near Venus. Ahead, Dice's WorldShip was aproaching. As he passed by, they powered their engines and swung out towards the enemy. Gaining speed, the powered up their collapsar drives, and prepared to disengage cloaks. As one, they decloaked and jumped, bypassing the shielding and appearing above the suface. They fired their little doctors, and jumped away. Reappearing over 50,000 km away, their crews watched as the giangantic beast was torn apart. It took nearly three minutes for the worldship to die, giving Dice plenty of time to escape. However, they had severely weakened him, and in the process strengthened their own hand. Turning, the ships jumped to rejoin the rest of the fleet, and strike at their next target, Earth. "Move it goddamn you!" Moon shouted. Around him, blaster bolts tore bulkheads and sent shrapnel flying. The four soldiers ran faster. Moon had been shocked to learn that the Colonials were preparing to switch sides, but even more suprised that they would think of constructing a weapon like the array. Usually they were too weak-kneed to think of something of this magnitude. Whatever had changed their minds, Moon would not know. All he knew was that the array had to be destroyed, or else the Terrain Alliance would have a powerful weapon. They reached the shuttle bay, and, after a brief but furious firefight, reached a LRHRV (Long Range Heavy Recon Vehic). Taking the controls, Moon jacked into the system, and guided the shuttle out into space. Two Colonial cruisers were moving to intercept, launching fighters as they glided into position. Moon sent the heavy fighter twisting and diving, dodging enemy fire as he powered up the collapsar drive. In an instant, they were gone. Back on the array, technicians rushed around wildly, trying desperatly to stop the countdown in progress. They couldn't. Five thousand, five hundred, and fifty missles lauched, rushing toward the center of the array's field. The dissapeared, only to reappear nanoseconds later around the Colonial capital of Venos. They detonated, extinguishing all life on the world. A second later, the remaining fifty launched, arcing deep within sections of the array and exploding, destroying it. Setting the ship on autopilot, Moon went back to look at his men. Farrex looked down at a datacube resting in his palm. "I hope this data is worth the price we just paid." He said. "We're rebels now; we are hunted men." Moon replied, "This war has to end. If we can do that with these design schematics, then perhaps we can save a lot more lives than we take." "I know." Said Farrex. "But in a war that is already into the billions of casualties, who will notice any?" From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Graeme Dice <grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid> wrote in message news:00ad3911.0daf5654@usw-ex0106-046.remarq.com... > > You notice that I sent both Earth and Mars on a collision course > with the sun. They are currently still spiralling into the sun, > and you have about 8 hours left to either repair my worldship so > I can rescue the Earth as I was planning, or to evacuate. > Ah you see we have a little problem there, while it's universe shield was down it got destroyed by Alex, sorry about that (well no I'm not at all sorry really). And as for Earth and Mars falling into the Sun I believe Xtreme has solved that problem for us too. But don't be too disheartened you are still on Earth with 500,000,000 of your troops (for now anyway). From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Storm clouds gather Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <89rmul$om1$1@news5.svr.pol.co.uk>, "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk> wrote: > <snip> > >Ah you see we have a little problem there, while it's universe shield was >down it got destroyed by Alex, sorry about that (well no I'm not at all >sorry really). And as for Earth and Mars falling into the Sun I believe >Xtreme has solved that problem for us too. But don't be too disheartened >you are still on Earth with 500,000,000 of your troops (for now anyway). I'm not on Earth, I escaped the destruction of the Worldship as per Alex's post. Besides, you have your own problem back on Mars, namely, I've just randomized your command centre. From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Well, thanks to your destruction of my worldship, I win. I had already sent both Mars and Earth into an unstable orbit around the sun, which will end approximately eight hours from now. Even now, your troops should be starting to feel a little, shall we say, warm? Gravity is a powerful ally. Since you destroyed the only tractor beam system capable of restoring the planets to their original locations, you have effectively killed yourself. Oh, and the universe shield is down on the Earth as well, because you killed the only wizards that were capable of supporting it when you blew up the Kynes replica. Have a nice day. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 : :Since you destroyed the only tractor beam system capable of :restoring the planets to their original locations, you have :effectively killed yourself. Oh, and the universe shield is :down on the Earth as well, because you killed the only wizards :that were capable of supporting it when you blew up the Kynes :replica. : The captain rushed in to Xtreme's quarters without giving him prior notification and it had cost the captain dearly. Just as he rushed in he made contact with an energy field and disintegrated. Xtreme didn't move from his position and using his telepathy, he promoted a commander to the position of captain. He knew what was happening and he couldn't let it happen. Even though he could just stay put and let both planets fall into Sol II but with since Boyd wanted those planets intact, Earth and Mars might as well be returned to their original position. Concentrating hard, Xtreme visualized the solar system in his mind. He saw the orbits of the Earth and Mars destabilize. Then he mentally reached out and grabbed hold of each planet. Xtreme began to sweat, grabbing hold of the planets was no problem but to stabilize their orbit required extreme precision. It took him nearly an hour to stabilize Earth and Mars but it was a complete success. He released his hoold over them and surveyed the area. "Good." he thought to himself. An mental projection of Xtreme appeared before Boyd. At first he was surprised but then realized that it was Xtreme. Before Boyd could say anything Xtreme said," I've saved Earth and Mars. You know now my response to our discussion, though I do not like it but hey, there is other stars and planets to destroy in this universe." From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Graeme Dice <grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid> wrote in message news:18145108.10976b0f@usw-ex0106-046.remarq.com... > Well, thanks to your destruction of my worldship, I win. I had > already sent both Mars and Earth into an unstable orbit around > the sun, which will end approximately eight hours from now. > Even now, your troops should be starting to feel a little, shall > we say, warm? Gravity is a powerful ally. > > Since you destroyed the only tractor beam system capable of > restoring the planets to their original locations, you have > effectively killed yourself. Oh, and the universe shield is > down on the Earth as well, because you killed the only wizards > that were capable of supporting it when you blew up the Kynes > replica. > > Have a nice day. > > Dice the Kynes replica was a HRD, I still have the real Kynes as a captive on Mars. From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <89rm5h$o5q$1@news5.svr.pol.co.uk>, "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk> wrote: >Dice the Kynes replica was a HRD, I still have the real Kynes as a captive >on Mars. I know that. I'm just accepting the consequences of the loss of my worldship. You should have thought of that before you blew it up and used the little doctor on it. Oh, and a legion of randomizers are on their way to Mars. They have the equivalent of phase cloaks, except that anything they come near is randomized. The giant walking dice launched themselves out of their mothership towards the planetary defense shield of Mars. Hitting the shield, they stopped and rolled themselves a few times. The shield in their vicinity turned into a film of< ar> molasses, and the dice continued towards the surface. As they walked slowly towards the location of Kynes, subtle changes could be noticed in their vicinity. The sky would be blue one second, and purple with pink dots the next. Weapons fire sped towards the dice, but was harmlessly diverted and changed to other forms randomly. One laser blast was transformed into a cartoon character, who spoke to her companion, "Boris, we must catch moose and squirrel!". Boris Badanov and Natasha Fatale ran off the screen, chasing after Rocky and Bullwinkle. When the Dice reached the bunker, they began once again to roll themselves around on the ground. The bunker, and the stormcommandos guarding it, were transformed into a children's playground complete with slides, swings, and merry go round. The commandos weapons were all replaced with lollipops, and their armour with normal sized children's clothes. The commandos themselves however, remained normal sized, and found their new attire uncomfortably small. Kynes sat in the centre of the chaos, unaffected by the disruption around him. "Thanks to your master, Lord Dice's, teachings, I was able to maintain a probability stasis field." Kynes informed the dice. "Quickly, let us return to your troopship." As the dice returned to orbit, they created a protective perimeter around the body of Kynes, who had been placed in a stasis field by Lord Graeme to ensure his safety. Lord Graeme also ensured that this was in fact the real Kynes, by making mental contact. There would be no repeats of the earlier debacle allowed this time. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Dice, are you immune to vaccuum? Plus why do the randomizers randomize to your favor? If that is true then it could not be a true randomizer. : :"Thanks to your master, Lord Dice's, teachings, I was able to :maintain a probability stasis field." Kynes informed the dice. :"Quickly, let us return to your troopship." : :As the dice returned to orbit, they created a protective :perimeter around the body of Kynes, who had been placed in a :stasis field by Lord Graeme to ensure his safety. Lord Graeme :also ensured that this was in fact the real Kynes, by making :mental contact. There would be no repeats of the earlier :debacle allowed this time. : : Still meditating in his quarters, Xtreme sent a telepathic to the new captain. It was to have the "Ragnarok" to lower it's phased subspace cloak in a part of the battlestar that faced Dice's shuttle as it was heading to his ship. The captain acknowledge and sentthe message to the Ragnarok's captain. All of a sudden just a few thousand kilometers from Dice's shuttle, Ragnarok drops a portion of it's cloak. But it was enough, immediately the shuttle began to heat up, everyone inside the shuttle were immediately burnt to a crisp except for Dice and Kynes. Ragnarok flared brighter and the result was total disintegration of of Dice's shuttle. Kynes's survived due to Dice's stasis field but Dice himself wasn't faring well. He began to clutch his throat, trying to keep himself from dying but it seems to be failing. Xtreme smirked. Here was a chance of eliminating Dice and Kynes once and for all but it wasn't to be. Boyd needed Kynes alive for whatever reason and as for Dice well..... it didn't seem proper to die this way, besides he sensed that Dice is a true warrior. Once again Xtreme reached out with his mind and grabbed hold of the both of them. He sent both of them back to the bunker and placed a triple Force and Q field. The field blocks out everything imaginable except for air, light and those belonging to the Mar Pact. With a sigh of relief Xtreme releases his hold over Dice and Kynes. Before bringing the phased subspace cloak back up over the exposed section of the Ragnarok, the battlestar released a minor solar flare that engulfed Mars, destroying all remnants of the randomizers. Once everthing went back to normal, the cloak went up. From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <iofw4.11376$3z.119605@newscontent-01.sprint.ca>, "Xtreme Psycho" <xtreme02@yahoo.com> wrote: >Dice, are you immune to vaccuum? Nope, although I do have a helmet of magical breathing sitting in my bag of holding. > Plus why do the randomizers randomize to >your favor? If that is true then it could not be a true randomizer. > Randomizing to my favour is just as likely as any other outcome. I just have to give them a little nudge to make it happen more oftenly. > The field blocks out everything >imaginable except for air, light and those belonging to the Mar Pact. With a >sigh of relief Xtreme releases his hold over Dice and Kynes. > >Before bringing the phased subspace cloak back up over the exposed section >of the Ragnarok, the battlestar released a minor solar flare that engulfed >Mars, destroying all remnants of the randomizers. Once everthing went back >to normal, the cloak went up. "It was indeed lucky that I always keep a simulacrum of myself handy." Lord Graeme told Kynes as they sat in one of the twenty worldships that were now speeding away from the solar system, undectable and unassailable. "It would have been embarassing to be captured so soon after your rescue." "Definetly," responded Kynes, "I am grateful for your rescue." "It's a pity that my forces were destroyed, but what can you do against one so ridiculously over-powered as Xtreme Psycho." "Especially when his allies have to stoop to damage redirecting tactics and ancient children's shows to defeat you." responded Kynes, referring to Rog's use of a human replica droid, and Boyd's use of Pokemon. "We will have our revenge, especially when they find out just who it was they captured." smirked Graeme. Back on Mars, Rog aproached the cell that they thought held both Lord Graeme and Kynes. As he opened the door, he gasped, both were dissolving in front of his eyes. Lord Graeme had discarded his magic ties to the animated golems that were his replacements, and they had begun their self-destruct sequence. **** let me make it clear, I'm now out From: Graeme Dice (grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 In article <14dd5468.62e3cb30@usw-ex0106-046.remarq.com>, Graeme Dice <grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid> wrote: <snip> >let me make it clear, I'm now out But I can still make one last blow, which you guys can't even argue about seeing as you "phase-cloaked" all your ships constantly to prevent us from damaging them. So, here goes. Lord Graeme pondered his next move. It would have to be decisive, so he decided to reverse the changes the Xtreme had wrought on the solar system. Reaching out with his mind, Graeme gave Mars a nudge. Well, actually, it was more like Jupiter had just rocketed into the planet at .95c, but you get the point. Mars flew through the solar system at close to the speed of light, headed directly for the sun. As it approached the orbit of mercury, the frozen ice caps began to melt, and the water in the sands of Mars, frozen for eons, flash-boiled and escaped into space. With just five minutes left until the impact with the sun, Lord Graeme issued his final statement to the enemy forces. "You attempted to defy me, and this has brought your doom. All we wished was peace for Earth, and you would have none of it, so there is no choice but to enforce that peace. Mars will be destroyed, as will all who oppose me." ***** Just so you don't try to change this Xtreme, take a look at our relative personal power stats. I am more powerful than you, so anything you can do, I can undo. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 : :"You attempted to defy me, and this has brought your doom. All :we wished was peace for Earth, and you would have none of it, so :there is no choice but to enforce that peace. Mars will be :destroyed, as will all who oppose me." :***** Xtreme ended his meditation and headed straight for the bridge. Once there he had an officer open up hailing frequencies. "Dice this is Xtreme. You know you are a hypocrite. You want to protect Earth but instead you tried to destroy it. I had to save them myself. You wish to destroy Mars' innocent civilians just because they have sided with us. Now I will have to save them again. Xtreme out." He raised his right arm forward and stretched out his finger and mentally reached out and stopped Mars. Then he signalled the nav officer to head for Mars. Once there Xtreme mentally guided Mars back to it's original orbit. It took hin half an hour to make adjustments in order to get the precise orbit correct. "Damn." he thought,"How did Dice escape?" Xtreme closed his eyes and searched for the bunker on Mars. When he found it he saw Rog inside and a bomb. A bomb! Mentally he quickly shoved Rog out of the way before the bomb exploded. Fortunately the bunker was the only thing that suffered thanks to the Force and Q field. : :Just so you don't try to change this Xtreme, take a look at our :relative personal power stats. I am more powerful than you, so :anything you can do, I can undo. : And vice versa. It means little. Boyd and Rog have a lot larger ground forces than me but they are rated lower than me. Ratings mean little to me and to a few others. The Stats aren't based on a set of established rules or guidelines. Plus to get to me you'll have to get through my immense fleet since I am magically immune. Plus you know why I have my fleet cloaked phased subspace . From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] I win. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 in article 12891142.68b38f73@usw-ex0106-046.remarq.com, Graeme Dice at grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid wrote on 4/3/00 10:31 pm: > But I can still make one last blow, which you guys can't even > argue about seeing as you "phase-cloaked" all your ships > constantly to prevent us from damaging them. So, here goes. Really, and that would be why 25 of Rog's cruisers are destroyed and one of my taskforces at Neptune? I'm sick of this incessant whining, especially considering the way you use universe shields so frequently. > Lord Graeme pondered his next move. It would have to be > decisive, so he decided to reverse the changes the Xtreme had > wrought on the solar system. Reaching out with his mind, Graeme > gave Mars a nudge. Well, actually, it was more like Jupiter had > just rocketed into the planet at .95c, but you get the point. > Mars flew through the solar system at close to the speed of > light, headed directly for the sun. As it approached the orbit > of mercury, the frozen ice caps began to melt, and the water in > the sands of Mars, frozen for eons, flash-boiled and escaped > into space. With just five minutes left until the impact with > the sun, Lord Graeme issued his final statement to the enemy > forces. > "You attempted to defy me, and this has brought your doom. All > we wished was peace for Earth, and you would have none of it, so > there is no choice but to enforce that peace. Mars will be > destroyed, as will all who oppose me." It was not yet time for the main attack, but BFA-9 couldn't just sit bakc and watch Mars be destroyed. A wing of destroyers, refitted with the collpasable drive system employed by Moon's forces, dropped out of hyperspace at equidistant points around Mars. Linking their nav systems they engaged the drive, creating a field large enough to catapult the planet out of the solar system where one of Xtreme's battlestars awaited, providing heat, light and gravity for the rescued planet. The effort of moving so colossal an object burnt out the destryoers' drive systems however and they were unable to save themselves from destruction at the hands of the sun. There wasn't even time to evacuate the entire crew via dimensional transporter. A few thousand men were nothing however to the Collective. > ***** > Just so you don't try to change this Xtreme, take a look at our > relative personal power stats. I am more powerful than you, so > anything you can do, I can undo. Strowbridge said he was a liar, That makes the stats unreliable. They were completely off for me. From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: [STGOD] The Stars are Right Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 On the small moon of Phobos chanting could be heard. The legion of loyal, albeit mindless, servants chanted for the return of The Harbinger. P'tau dne'l ghroth Luo p'ti ghroth The potions were mixed, the sacrifices were made, all that remained now was to wait for his return. "Nothing can stop us now." Brother Alpha thought as he watched the stars in the sky, when one of them seemed to move ... <GAME NOTES: Yates, Kynes, Kayle and Dice: All feel a sense of unease, especially Kayle. The rest feel the completion of their goals come closer.> Brother Alpha From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: [STGOD] Dark Revenge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 Five hours now since the Boyd Master's assault on Kayle's flagship. The damage had been severe, but repairable. The bridge of the Rocinante was still painted in the blood of the bridge crew. For five hours now Kayle had held the cold body of Supreme Admiral Tigellinus and wept. Only once had anyone approached him. Once was all the crew needed to learn the lesson, for that one poor fool was a still-smoking carbonized husk imbedded in the far wall of the bridge. Kayle had been friends with Rufaan Tigellinus, a Grand Admiral during the reign of Palpatine. He had been present when Rufaan's child, Joran, had been born on Coruscant. He had been present at the Battle of Chandrila when Rebel Alliance forces shot down the Grand Admiral's star cruiser over Chandrila's capital city. He still remembered the Grand Admiral's last words as his ship, devoid of thruster power, plunged into the atmosphere... "Watch over my boy, Kayle... Watch over him..." Kayle Skolaris had spent 50 million years in the Sol system seeking redemption. Now, as he finally laid the son of his old friend down to the deck, he sought only one thing. Vengeance. Rising to his feet, Kayle reached out with the Force. The Boyd Collective had more Knights and Masters at their disposal, but he had forgotten secrets of the Force that the Boyd never dreamed existed. In seconds he had contacted and consolidated the melding of minds with the Phoenix Legionnaires and Phoenix Praetors assembled at sector 359. Drawing on their power, he reached out to the one who had ordered the attack... To BFA-9. 3.7 light years away, BFA-9 stiffened as he felt a presence enter his mind. With a thought, the Boyd alerted the millions of Boyd Knights and Masters among his forces. As one they turned their attention to the intruder. 'We are Boyd. You will become one of us. Resistance is futile.' Kayle responded, 'We are Kayle. You will die. You've just fucked up.' A mental sneer sounded from BFA-9, 'We are millions, you are but thousands. You have no chance of success. Surrender now and you will serve well. Kayle mentally chuckled and thought-said 'Boyd, you fool... Millions though you may be, you have no true grasp of the Force. You believe that being connected by means of your blasphemous artificial hive-mind can save you? Oh, you would have had much to learn about true Power... If you had survived this experience. Which you will not. You are indeed millions connected through the cold, sterile link of circuitry and electronics, but my mere thousands are melded through the cosmic all that is the Force. You have been found guilty of high crimes against the Keltarrin Protectorate. The penalty is death by brain-burn. The sentence to be executed immediately.' Still confident of his strength in numbers, the Boyd began a response when a wave of pure, unadulterated rage and hatred struck at him. Frantically he drew energy from the millions of Knights and Masters connected to him. Surely his millions could succeed against this arrogant fool! Surely there was no hope of success for this sad relic of individuality! But no... The wave still pressed upon him... threatened to breach his defenses... Struggling to resist, the Boyd overloaded multiple links, drained the very life energy from thousands of Knights, hopelessly damaged hundreds of Masters... And still it was not enough! For while the Collective allowed BFA-9 to draw upon the energies of millions, Kayle assaulted him with the a united soul spanning thousands... The Boyd Collective's vaunted unity was shown as the sham that it was as the individual links failed to deliver on the promise of victory. Kayle had melded his very soul to that of the 145,000 Phoenix Knights and 144 Phoenix Praetors in his armada. This was no drawing of individual energies at work, this was the willing mesh of thousands of spirits into a single blade of justice. That justice struck at the Boyd's defenses, hacking again and again... Thousands of Knights and Masters died, some with their frontal lobes seared into charcoal, others with their entire nervous systems shattered beyond repair... Remorselessly, Kayle drove home the dagger of vengeance deep into the heart of the Boyd. BFA-9 staggered under the onslaught, reached out for more, but there was none left. In his mind's eye, he looked up and saw the deadly cold eyes of a man 50 million years old boring back into his very soul. And then blackness claimed BFA-9. Kayle gasped violently as the union dissolved... Falling to his knees, his head seemed to crash in upon itself as the backlash ripped at his psyche. He stayed there for long moments... knelt down and trembling... When at last he rose, his eyes were dead inside. Two black orbs, devoid of feeling or pity. He had dealt with the Boyd. Now it was time to deal with the rest. For the first time in five hours he spoke. "Signal the fleet. We jump in-system in two minutes. Issue a Zed Omega Nex order. This time they all die." 3.7 light years away, BFA-9 abruptly sat up, screaming and clutching his head. Something was terribly wrong... A quick self-diagnostic turned up nothing. It seemed to be functioning well within safe parameters. Had Kayle failed after all? He stood, and brushed himself off. The diagnostics insisted everything was okay, but still, he felt wrong somehow... He reached out through the Collective link and staggered instantly... Millions of others felt the same wrongness... And then as one, they realized what Kayle's true vengeance had meant. He had not killed them, no. That would have been mercy. Kayle was beyond mercy now. As one the Knights and Masters of the Collective reached out to the Force... And as one, they felt nothing... Kayle had severed their link. Forever. Elsewhere within the Sol system, Brother Alpha stiffened and looked up. His abilities were tuned more towards the ineffable horrors of the Elder Gods than to the timeless mysticism of the Force, yet he felt the soul-war. He noted with some amusement the ripping away of the Boyd's link with the Force. Turning his attention briefly to the intentions of Kayle, his eyes widened for a moment. He'd not planned on this. Still, it did make his work easier. On the cold moon of Phobos, Brother Alpha smiled. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Dark Revenge Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/04 [BSS Phoenix] In many ways, BFA-9 found the peace relaxing. It was pleasant to have private thoughts for the first time in his life. However, it was also discomforting to not feel the chatter of a trillion other voices, the presence of unnumbered companions. holonet communications with Boyd High Command had revealed that the damage was limited to the 9th Fleet. It was fortunate indeed that such precautions as dividing the collective into independent local nodes had been taken. each fleet has acted as a separate Collective, protecting the rest of the hive mind from the attack they had just experienced. Of course, with the entire Collective to draw upon, the attack would have been repelled, but the precautions were still worthwhile. This was, however, no comfort for the Boyd Knights and Masters whose very existence centred around using the Force to the benefit of the Collective. They would be attended to by skilled psychologists and retrained. They retained their excellent physique and intelligence and could still work to the benefit of the Collective. As could the crew of the fleet and the armies it ferried from system to system. The Collective was not dependant on the Force. TO them, it was a tool, a means to secure victory. It was not the be all and end all of their existence. The Fleet would function just as well without it. Nevertheless, it would be useful to have Force users available. "Number one, I think it's time we brought in the reserves." "Both the 12th and 81st fleets, sir?" "Yes, both of them. Comms, signal BFA-12 and BFA-81 to bring in their fleets and rendezvous at position charlie." "Fleet Admirals report they are now enroute." "Helm, recall the fleet. Plot a course for position charlie and engage." All throughout the system, Boyd ships shimmered and faded into hyperspace. The troops deployed on Earth and Mars either returned tot heir transports or were beamed directly into Boyd-space by the dimensional transporters. As the last ship departed, it sent 2 messages. The first was to the Mars Pact, informing them that their absence were tmeporary. They would return at a time and place of their choosing and finish what had been begun. The second was to Borther Alpha. The killing of a Boyd Master was not appreciated. The Phoenix-calss battlecruiser, 'Warspite' made a brief flyby of Phobos, dropping her cloak as she approached. Until now, she hadn't fired a single shot in anger. As the singularity cannon she mounted came to bear on the moon, however, that changed. A blackhole the size of a turnip erupted into the middle of th moon, almost instantaneously consuming the small moon. A second later it vanished, almsot in sync with the battlecruiser. They had tried talkign with Brother ALpha. That hadn't worked. The Collective learnt from its mistakes. It adapted, changed tactics. Got even. The ship soon rejoined the fleet at position charlie. Even the Neptune defence forces had been called off. The 2 Blackstone Fortresses were at the centre of the formation, flanking BSS Phoenix. It would have been an impressive sight had anyone been around to witness it. "All taskforces report in sir. We're ready." BFA-9 merely nodded. At a time and place of his choosing. That's what the message had said. They would wait and then they would kill. It was that simple. From: Lord Protector Kayle Skolaris (omega_zero_day@my-deja.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 As his fleets departed the Sol System at 24,000 light years per hour, Kayle stiffened and a look of horror crossed his face. "Gods above and below" he gasped, "Not the Unspeakable...." From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: [STGOD] Fear! Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 [Worldship 5] Kynes' eyes snapped open. For a moment, he lost his bearings. Then he remembered where he was: The Fifth Worldship, the one that held both himself as well as Graeme. Collecting these thoughts, he instantly traced the communications runes in the air and an image of Lord Graeme appeared in his mind moments later. "Yes, Kynes? What is it? You seem perturbed." "To say the slightest. How far are we from Sol II?" A moment's pause, and then: "About 60 lightyears right now. Why?" "We need to move farther." "How far?" "How far can we go?" "We could be outside of the galaxy in under a day." "Good enough. I'll need a star chart to show you where." "Kynes, slow down! What's the meaning of all of this?" Kynes took a deep breath. "I've found the Boyd Homeworld." [Somewhere Else] The Boyd officer manning the System Shield frowned for a moment. His superior glanced at him. "Something wrong, BO-52317?" "Not a thing, Sir. Well... actually, no. A moment ago, the system's cloaking shield flickered. Only for an instant, and I registered no passive or active scans at that time." The superior raised an eyebrow. "BO-52317, you know as well as I do..." "Yes, sir! I know. I'm tracing the cause to an unusual energy field that's recently developed in a few neighboring systems." "What systems?" "Two: the yellow star ERS998 and another yellow star, PNY128." "Could this be related to the recent loss of contact with the Ninth Fleet?" "I don't see how, Sir." "Hmm. At any rate... dispatch a few probes to investigate the planets and see that it doesn't happen again." [Discordia] On the second planet of the Erisian yellow-star system, life was flourishing. Ferns grew wildly and dinosaurs roamed the planet. It was a warm world, with an average temperature about 10 degrees Celsius higher than that of the first world to hold such life. Still, it didn't matter. Life had adapted and went on quite plainly and normally -- albeit with a rate of evolution billions of times that of normal. As the small metal Boyd probe entered the Erisian system, in fact, it registered all of this and began to submit a report to the Collective regarding it. The Erisian system was supposed to be devoid of life -- how had a complex ecosystem arisen without the Boyd noticing? Questions that were, unfortunately, never to be answered. The Planet felt the presence of the Boyd, and with its newfound energy from spreading itself over several worlds, quietly winked the probe out of existence. It then made a note to itself to be quicker with the Boyd shield next time... From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 The Boyd Masters from the 12th and 81st Fleets could feel that something was amiss. Kayle, a beacon of dark side energy, impossible to miss, had been detected leaving the Sol system hours ago. Dice was nowhere to be found and Kynes was undoubtedly with him. Of Star Marshall Knopf there was no word and even Rog seemed to be departing the system. Something truly terrible must be happening. There was still Boyd technology on Mars which Rog had failed to take with him on evacuation. If anyone was to find it... No, that was unacceptable. It would have to be reclaimed or destroyed. With some reluctance, BFA-9 dispatched a destroyer from the 12th fleet to retrieve the equipment. [Mars] It was very odd dropping out of hyperspace into such a quiet system. All reports form the 9th Fleet to date had been of terrible fighting, but now there was silence, which concerned the crew more than it reassured them. the Boyd Masters were growing increasingly agitated and through the link they all shared, the mood was being transferred to the crew. Even worse, their ship, not being part of the 9th fleet, had not been refitted with a cloaking device. The quicker they got the job done, the better. "Energise." The 6 man squad beamed down into the command centre of Mars. From here, the lives of billions of people had been fought over. "Right, let's get this over with." The squad leader moved to a nearby control panel and powered it up. The schematics for phase cloaks were still in the central computer and there were several dimensional transporters located in the complex. The transporters would be beamed back tot he destroyer, but the records would have to be erased. As the rest of the team went to deal with the transporters, the squad leader attempted to navigate the relatively unfamiliar computer system. [Dimensional Transporter Room 1] The vital components that made the transporter a dimensional one had been removed and were being beamed up to the destroyer. A simple task that even a 3PO droid could have accomplished. The grunt detailed to the task was about to return himself to the ship when he heard a noise from outside the room. "#8562957239, is that you? #97665297?" No reply. Perplexed, the grunt strolled out, reaching for his pistol. He never got the chance to draw it. [VD-48736] The Vesuvius class of destroyers had no names, merely numbers, so numerous were they. It seemed more appropriate to do things this way, given the nature of the Boyd. Numbers; no names. She was just like her crew in this and other ways. Relative fragility was another. The sensors had just registered that Grunt #7725523's life signs had disappeared when the entire ship found itself transformed into a a block of Swiss cheese. Screams were audible for a few seconds before the air was sucked out into the vacuum, followed by the bodies of hundreds of men. [Mars Command Centre] The computer was in the process of deleting the schematics when the alarm went off on Grunt #1863's communicator. Contact with the ship had been lost and despite his best efforts, it could not be re-established. Focusing, he tried to make telepathic contact, but there was nothing. His ship had just died. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the inevitable orbital bombardment that would begin with the levelling of command centres and planetary defences. After a minute, when no bombardment came, he began to relax. By now the rest of his squad had returned. "Where's #7725523?" "No idea sir." "#1863 to #7725523, Come in #7725523." Useless. The squad immediately drew their weapons and powered up their HUDs. No life forms beyond the door. Forming a line, they headed for the transporter room. About 50m away, they stopped. something was registering on the HUD. A life form, mammalian, no detectable weapons. Grunt #8562957239 was sent on ahead to investigate. "Sir, I think you'd better take a look at this." The rest of the squad approached the transporter room rather cautiously. They were astonished at what they saw. In front of the door, dressed in the uniform of a Boyd Grunt, was a penguin. "Dice," muttered #1863. "What do we do sir?" "Capture it." #1863 was a veteran, unlike the rest of the squad. He knew the value of captured enemy equipment and was rather more confident about his ability to obtain it. "How sir?" "Where's the nearest sick bay?" #97665297 studied the map. "About 20m that way." "Let's move." It took about 5 minute to cover the 200m distance, crawling cautiously along to make sure there were no surprises waiting. Along the way they discovered a banana tree, 3 goldfish, a copy of the Oxford English Dictionary and a paper by Professor Timothy Jones lying in a wastebasket. The dice had obviously passed this way. The squad was able to relax somewhat upon entering the sickbay. With its own independent power supply, they were able to establish isolation fields that should be able to stop the dice for a few seconds. Long enough to make a dash for safety. "So, why are we here sir?" "Stasis fields." At last they understood. Mars, though it had been extensively equipped with modern equipment by the Empire, lacked certain medical facilities. Instead it had stasis chambers that critically ill patients could be placed in and sent off to better equipped planets or starbases. The chambers were mobile, had their own power supply and were big enough for a dice. Being able to hold a dice was thing, but capturing it in the first place was another. Once again, #1863 had the solution. Sickbay was equipped with its own replicator system, also independent of the command centre's powers supply. Fortunately, they were bulk replicators, capable of reproducing large pieces of equipment such as beds. All it took was a little creative programming and they had their bait. At last the trap was set. The single remaining die on the station had survived by lying dormant, undetected by anyone. Only Lord Dice knew of its continued existence. Upon the departure of the major powers from the Sol system, he had reactivated it, ready to take care of anyone who tried to reclaim Mars. The die however, had a fatal flaw. It had been wondering round the command centre for about an hour after turning one of the grunts into a penguin, using its powers at random intervals. It was making its way towards sickbay when a rattling sound caught its attention. Peering round the corner it was greeted by something it thought it would never see. At the end of the corridor, wearing a bikini that teasingly covered u the centre of its spots, was a female die, provocatively shaking a Yahtzee set. The die had always yearned for female companionship. Lord Dice had refused that, saying that tit would interfere with their duty. Male and female dice were always set on differnt missions and never allowed to fraternise. The die understood the wisdom of such an action, but that didn't stop him feeling lonely. Now, however, he had his chance. He began rolling about on the spot, oblivious to the changes occurring around him until he found himself dressed in a suave suit. Giving his faces a quick polish, he rounded the corner and ran for the girl of his dreams. A metre away from her, the floor collapsed underneath him and he found himself inside a stasis chamber. Before he could roll himself, the chamber was activated and he was trapped in a timeless world. "Yes!" "We are _good_!" exclaimed various members of the squad. All they had to do was get home now. With the dimensional transporters off-line, they would have to use the emergency exit. "To the library!" [BSS Phoenix] The ship's library was one of the most heavily guarded places in the fleet. A company of grunts constantly roamed it and most of the rest of the ship's security force was in the next room. Emitters form a type-XIV phaser array adorned the ceiling and a weapons locker hung on the wall every few metres. The librarian, a veteran of many conflicts and chosen for that precise reason, was one of the best equipped soldiers in the fleet. Personal cloaking device, site-to-sit transporter, fusion gun with grenade launcher attachment, C'tan phase sword. All his standard armament. There was a lot more sitting behind his desk. he made stormtrooper regiments look undergunned. And for a very good reason The instant movement was detected in the far recesses of the library, 2 squads were sent to investigate, accompanied by the librarian. Each squad had a couple of E-webs and a missile launcher with them, just in case. On this occasion, the use of excessive force was not required. It was a squad of Boyd grunts, accompanied by a penguin that had arrived through L-space, not a horde of flesh-eating iguanas. The Librarian shuddered in recollection of that incident. Such was the price of literature. As the die and stasis chamber were towed away to be kept under constant guard, the squad was ordered to report directly to BFA-9 for debriefing. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 in article 89to34$flm$1@newsg3.svr.pol.co.uk, Rog at rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk wrote on 5/3/00 1:35 pm: > To clear up a few things. My fleet is still above Mars and Imperial troops > on the ground are still in control of both that world and Earth so you have > no need to remove any tech. AFAIK Alex's fleet is guarding Earth. I am > spending this time reparing my ships and resuuplying before future > confilcts. I have no intention of abandoning this system and will be > investing a large amount in developing it. OH right. How about you evacuated because you thought Mars was going to be destroyed and hadn't returned by the time I retrieved the equipment? That sort of keeps things consistent? From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 While sitting on his command chair, Xtreme felt a great presence in the system. "Damn" he thought, "I guess it is time to take a little break." He signalled his fleet to go position themselves at 1,000 ly from the current position. When that was done, Xtreme closed his eyes and began to survey the events in the solar system. From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 Knopf did not understand magic, or the force, but he had learned to respect it. After being for some time as his scientists worked on the flaw that had allowed one of his ships to be destroyed. It had been fixed and the information passed on to his reinforcements, no more Phase Cloaks would penetrate his warships. "What the hell." Something odd was happening, everyone was evacuating the solar system, perhaps he should too. "Commander set position three hundred light-years away and engage hyperdrive on my signal. Now." The single ship disappeared and soon reappeared far away from the suddenly imposing star system. He would wait and learn and when it was safe return. From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 Jonathan Boyd wrote: > > Buck, buck, buck, buccha! Chicken! > OOC OK, you asked for it. Say bye-bye to Mars Fleet. BTW I forget which planetoid was destroyed so I might use the name of the destroyed one by accident, don't worry; one of them is dead. BIC Knopf changed his mind, first he would cause some damage. "ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS. This is Knopf now we will do what we have come hear to do, we will rip out the heart of the Mars Pact. Prepare for combat, we will jump in to far mars orbit in ten minutes. Parasite crews prepare for battle, fighter crews will be ready for emergency combat launch. Fight well." The monstrous ship becomes frantic as the well trained crews rush to combat stations. Macintyre is the pride of the fleet, only the best are assigned to this ship, only Dahak is a more prestigious posting. The monstrous core tap deep inside the ship is powered up and reaches deep in to hyper space to provide energy for this behemoth. "Five, Four, Three, Two, One. REVERSION. All ships launch; combat formation now." With those words, this solar system sees for the first time the full might of an Asgerd class planetoid. It is a blood chilling sight, a giant golden sphere larger then Luna with millions of lesser warships, and fighters swarming around like locusts looking for something to kill. They find the target and at high fractions of light take off for there target, a blood read planet that would soon be red for another reason. Mars was only a small disk at this distance. With in the warships hyper missiles are armed and on command race forward, flicking in to hyperspace briefly and then reverting all around the planet of Mars. Then they detonate, millions of black holes causing massive gravitational disturbances. Mars is pulled apart in every conceivable direction, it is not, quite, destroyed. Over 90% of the civilian population is dead, and most of the defense installations are gone as well, only 40% of the planetary garrison is still alive, and most of those are injured. But that is not the most devastating part of the attack. The entire defensive fleet, safe in phase cloak, or so they believed, is knocked in to real space with massive damage. Surprisingly only three salvo's are fired, it is soon seen why. The planetoid advance at a stately .7c but the fighters race ahead at .95c and sub light warships follow in a conical spearhead formation at .8c. When they arrive the fighter begin dog fighting, they battle is quick and to the point, the few surviving fighters are decimated. They now turn to form a blockade around the planet, Knopf wants no ship to escape. The parasites are next to arrive, and the small ships tear in to the disabled monsters, with devestating result, the fleet begins to die at an unbelievable rate as their own ships become fission bombs. As horrible as this is, it does not compare to what happens when the Macintyre arrives. The huge ships fires and no ship can survive even one hit from it's massive batteries. The fleet is gone and so is every space station or shipyard in orbit. "Well done. Order all ships to begin recovery operations." For all the damage done it is still only a raid. "I don't want a pitched battle at this time, we've done enough damage here. Next we must find Boyd himself." When all ships were recovered Knopf and his ship left. Among the wreckage that had been the Mars Defense Fleet was many escape pods. Including Rog's he had barely escaped the destruction of his flagship the Slash. OOC Yes I destroyed everything in MArs orbit, Rog. But you said earlier you also had ship scattered throughout the solar system, so you should still have a fleet. From: Xtreme Psycho (xtreme02@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/05 : : "Well done. Order all ships to begin recovery operations." :For all the damage done it is still only a raid. "I don't :want a pitched battle at this time, we've done enough damage :here. Next we must find Boyd himself." When all ships were :recovered Knopf and his ship left. : (1000ly from Sol II system) During Xtreme's meditation, he felt the minds of countless people on Mars scream before perishing. He telepathically commanded the captain to go back to Mars. The captain acknowledge and in a brief moment they arrived only to find Kyle's fleet leave. "Captain, track Kyle's fleet and seat a dozen teams of engineers to the planet. Once that is done let us surprise Kyle." Xtreme said telepathically. "Aye, aye sir!" came the reply. (five minutes later) "We're ready sir" the captain said telepathically to Xtreme. "Good." Xtreme answered. "Let's pay Kyle a visit." It didn't take long to track Kyle down but when he did he had his captain locked on to Kyle's ship. Xtreme ended his meditation and went to the bridge. Kyle is going to pay for this. No one messes with his allies and gets away with it. Upon entering the bridge he commanded the captain saying," Fire a solar spiral flame towards Kyles engineering section." "Aye aye sir!" the captain replied. "Now!" Xtreme said with earnest. All of a sudden the battlestar dropped it's phased subspace cloak and a huge spiral of intense fire streaked from the battlestar and headed straight to Kyle's Asgerd planetoid. It struck the planetoid and melted it's drive section. The planetoid kept going but it lost propulsion. The battlestar fired again and this time it engulfed the ship. The flame didn't destroy the planetoid but it melted all of its weapons hardpoints and increased the hull's temperature by several thousands of degrees. Most of the crew died on the planetoid. Happy with the result, Xtreme commanded for a solar fire sphere attack. At once the battlestar spun on it's axis at an incredible speed. After a minute, a sphere of of intense flame appeared from the star an engulfed Kyle's fleet. All of the smaller cap ships were destroyed immediately but only a small remainder survived in various stated of damage. The battlestar raised it's cloak and return to the fleet. From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 [Macintyre] The communications light on the Macintyre began to blink. It wasn't the one on the bridge, however -- it was the private link in Star Marshall Kyle Knopf's private quarters. Sitting, as he was, in his quarter s at the time, he pressed the blinking "Receive" button. As he did, a wide smile spread across his face. The message was from Dice -- there was no mistaking that. Though the comm. channel could theoretically be used by any member of the Terran Alliance, Kayle Skolaris had unfortunately withdrawn and Kynes had an aversion to technology of any kind. But beyond the logical facts, it beared no mark of Dice. The entirety of the message was a set of coordinates, as well as this identifier: "BOYD HOMEWORLD." [Deep Space] Several minutes later, there was a brief flash as the Macintyre, as well as the rest of the Star Marshall's powerful fleet, jumped to hyperspace. Their mission was unmistakable: vengeance! [Worldship 5] Lord Graeme nodded to Kynes. "The Star Marshall confirms receipt of the coordinates, and says that he will meet us at the staging area in one days' time." "Good," said Kynes. "But what assurance do we have that the Boyd will not be there waiting for us?" "The Boyd have other matters to contend with. The destruction of Mars will rock the Mars Pact to its core, and the Boyd still have no idea that we have discovered their home -- how could they?" Kynes nodded. As long as Boyd remained on Earth, the Planet could read their minds with perfect accuracy... the only reason that Kynes had not yet returned to Earth to scour it from the intruders. The focus of the Boyd was unmistakable. The compromise of their home -- and, as Kynes had learned in the brief flash of vulnerability mediated by Planet, the key to their existence -- was still known to just three men. The Terran Alliance. "Besides," Graeme continued, "the location was chosen randomly." At that, both men grinned. "You're a good man, Dice. But now, if you'll excuse me, I've other matters to attend to right now." Graeme nodded. "As do I." [Elsewhere in Worldship 5] Kynes looked out at the stars, seeming still but truly, Kynes had grown to see, rushing by at a tremendous pace. He did not like being so far from home -- so far from life. But such was necessary in order to allow the young one, Rog, to go on believing that he had really discerned Earth's secrets. In truth, Kynes knew, the Planet's secrets could not be discerned, or told. The chambers that Kynes had left only recently ceased to exist when he was not there. They were merely pragmatic abstractions that allowed him to focus on his communion with the planet. There was no physical "Star Room," any more than there was a physical "Easter bunny"... But Rog did not know that. Yates did not know that. BFA-9 did not know that. None of them were aware that their seeming control of Earth was a grace allowed by the Planet at the request of Kynes. Much valuable information could be gained that way -- not just by Kynes, but ever-more by Lord Graeme, who was not far from the point where he would be able to hear the voice of Planet. Converse with Planet? No. But at least to hear its voice. Kynes and Dice were both beginning to reach the limits of their mastery of the other's art; Kynes could create stable random fields, but only about himself. Dice would hear the voice of Planet, but not speak to it. And so forth. But even with the limitations, there was little doubt: both men were even more powerful than before. The Boyd Offensive *would* succeed... if only because it could not fail. From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 Xtreme Psycho wrote: > > Happy with the result, Xtreme commanded for a solar fire sphere attack. At > once the battlestar spun on it's axis at an incredible speed. After a > minute, a sphere of of intense flame appeared from the star an engulfed > Kyle's fleet. All of the smaller cap ships were destroyed immediately but > only a small remainder survived in various stated of damage. > > The battlestar raised it's cloak and return to the fleet. Xtreme I'm going to reply to this, but to make this fit I'm going to say you ripped my ship from hyperspace to make this attack. If this is so then my fighters and sublight warships would all have been in the hangars since they don't have FTL drives, OK? Knopf sat and observed the damage reports. The conclusion seemed to be that the attack had been minor, slight damage only. the damage had been worse on the point defense systems, they were operating at only 2% capacity, several sublight missile launchers were fused shut and only 12% were ready to launch, the hyper missile launchers within the hull were fully operational, and the energy batteries, in heavily armed turrets were operating at 35% percent. "Commander, I don't want to wait here for three days while all repairs are completed. Order the mobile yards to jump in." "Aye, Aye, Sir." The brisk young commander stepped around the command chair and walked to the secure comm link. With the help of the mobile yards the ship would be operational in only a few hours. Nine hours later, the final collier jumps out to return to the heavily stealthed and armed base hidden in the Sol system. "Reload co-ordinates for the Boyd planet and activate." The massive warship once again in full fighting trim takes off in to hyperspace, this time fully shielded and weapons ready for another ambush. From: Rog (rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 The blackholes had not damaged Mars as badly as was first thought, most of the population had been evacuated to Earth after Dice' second attampt to destroy the planet. The deaths of several million people was not to be taken lightly but it could have been far worse. The ecosystem of the planet was largely mantained by technology and once this was repaired the planet should be habitable again. The damage to defensive installation however was more severe. The entire fleet guarding the world had been wiped out, dozens of Wyvern class cruisers, Mordor class fleet carriers and mobile starbases had been destroyed and the most grevious loss of all was that of the ISS Slaanesh. Rog still posessed a formidable fleet though, it currently consisted of 100 World Devstators from battlegroup 2 and his reserves , the pulsar station ISS Shadow Sword and four patrol groups of 3 Wyverns and 2 Mordors each. The World Devstators had also spent the last few days constructing the first two vessels of the new Nightsaber class of cruiser. The ISS Nightsaber and ISS Nagash were intended to act as escorts to the Slaanesh but since the destruction of that ship Rog had moved his flag to the Nagash. Xtreme had also dispatched 2,000,000 heavy fighter comets 400,000 Killer bee class drone fighters for system protection and they were now berthed in the abandoned hangar facility on Demos. Within 3 days most of Mars was once again habitable thanks to the World Devestators, the population starting to return and the plantary shields along with some of the ground based weaponry were again working. The debris field had been cleared and useful material was being used to re-construct the Utopia Planetia shipyards. Rog was now spending his time reorganising the forces at his disposal for system defense. This is what he came up with: Earth Plantary Defense Force Ground based defenses: Quad layer plantary shileding, back up theatre shields over major population centers, 10,000 multi purpose warhead launchers, 2000 planet defender Ion cannon, several natural weapons systems. Troop complement: 600 Stormcommando divisions, 100 Imperial armour divisions, 100 TIE Defender wings. Orbiting ships: ISS Shadows Sword (carrying 1,000,000 heavy fighter comets and 200,000 Killer bee class drone fighters), 6 Wyvern class cruisers, 4 Mordor class fleet carriers, 40 World Devestators. -- Mars Planetary Defense Force Ground based defenses: Quad layer plantary shileding, back up theatre shields over major population centers, 10,000 multi purpose warhead launchers, 2000 planet defender Ion cannon. Troop complement: 600 Stormcommando divisions, 100 Imperial armour divisions, 100 TIE Defender wings. Orbiting ships: Demos (carrying 1,000,000 heavy fighter comets and 200,000 Killer bee class drone fighters), 6 Wyvern class cruisers, 4 Mordor class fleet carriers, 40 World Devestators. -- Reserve Forces: ISS Nightsaber, 20 World Devestators. -- Happy with this arrangement Rog transmitted the order to redeploy his troops in this configuration and took his new flagship to Bastion so he could order the construction of more forces to finally crush his enemies. (in the next STGOD) -- Tech notes: Demos has been fortified with neutronium armour, heavy shielding, 2000 plasma cutting beams and 3000 general purpose warhead launchers. It's hangar contains 1,000,000 heavy fighter comets and 200,000 Killer bee class drone fighters. It is garrisoned by 20 stormcommando divisions. Heavy fighter-comets have 30 heavy turbolasers and 10 genral purpose warhead launchers, they are large but as nimble as a TIE- fighter. Killer Bee class drone fighters have a light superlaser and three medium turbolasers. -- Nightsaber class cruiser (yes I have declared this to Strowbridge) Length: 3.2 km Crew: 40,000 FTL: Galaxy class hyperdrive Offensive capabilities: 7 particle disintegrator warhead launch tubes, 8 plasma cutting beams, 100 multi purpose defense batteries, molecular furnace, interdiction blister, CGT array Defences: Neutronium/quantum crystalline composite armour, shielding approximately equal to that of an Eclipse class battleship, multiple redundant shield generators, phase cloak Fighter complement: 2 x TIE Defender wings Troop complement: 1 x Storm commando division Partical disintergrator warheads are based on those developed for the galaxy gun. These models do not have hyperdrive capablity meaning that they must be laucnched relatively near their target. The hyperdrive isn't the only feature of the original that is missing, these warhead are not as powerful but still posses the ability to sear a continent off a planet of destroy almost any ship. They do however retain the enhance sensors and tracking system of the originals as well as their formidable shileding and armour. Partical disintegrator warhead launchers are 2 km long tubes that are used to propel the partical disintergrator warheads at near lightspeed towards their target. They also have the ability to fire the resounance torpeados developed for the suncrusher or rapid fire normal types of warheads such as protons torpeados or vortex missiles. The molecular furnace is the same as those used on World Devestators but approximatley one third the size. It is capable of performing all the same functions. Plasma cutting beams are long beams of plasma that extend like a lightsaber and literally slice pices out of the oppositions hull. Each of them has the power of about 20 heavy turbolasers. (see babylon 5 or the borg cutting beam for ideas about how they work). From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com) Subject: [STGOD] All Good Plans ... Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 "Lieutenant Michael Souris of the deep Solar recon ship official log. Nothing to report. For the 5th day in a row. OH GOD I WANT TO SEE ACTION BEFORE THIS WAR ENDS!" "Lieutenant!" his co-pilot spoke, "Do you mind, I have to sign off on these reports too. Maybe you don't mind looking like a nutcase in front of your superiors, but I do." "We're trained fighter pilots, combined we have more kills than the average squadron of those losers they're using. It just not fair." "Well, all we can do is hope something happens out here." "There not a snowb-" "Wait a sec, I'm getting something. Something large." "Powering up weapons and shields. Redirecting to 172 mark 43. What do we have here." "Unknown, it appears to be on a collision course with Pluto. At this speed it could destroy it." "What a shame." "Lieutenant! Do I need to remind you about your duties." "Later, what's the ETA?" "30 seconds to visual range." "What are you talking about? I can see it now ... oh my god. Reverse direction, we got to get out of here immediately." As it flashed by the small ship was the only one to witness the impact. Pluto was ripped from it's orbit, momentarily, and in an act that defied the laws of physics was repositioned millions of miles down its path. And then all was calm. It's unfortunate that these two men, the first to witness such an event would never remember it. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 [Boyd Homeworld] "They come..." The voice came as a whisper, but its power was such that the foundations of the ornate palace trembled. There were few among the Collective who could match his power. Few among the universe. He was The Watcher. Through him fragments of time were seen. things past, future and present. Through him the Boyd had achieved victory after victory in their quest for galactic domination. And now, in his mind's eye, he could see the fleet hurtling towards the Homeworld. Inexorably pulled towards its destiny. [Boyd Shipyards #1 -> #37] The structures were a couple of thousand kilometres long each. Entire worlds had been stripped to construct them and keep them supplied with material. From them powered a constant stream of ships, large and small departing to distant fleets, or joining those within the system as needs dictated. No-one had ever discovered the Homeworld until now, but its fleet was not untested. It had fought in many of the great wars. and featured ships of every class. The Purification class dreadnought, though a recent design, was already present in large numbers. Drako class battleships and Phoenix class Battlecruisers numbered into the thousands and the number of fighters carried by the Province and Deathwing class carriers was well into the millions. 10 Blackstone Fortresses orbited the Homeworld. More were present among the Grand Fleet, bare seconds away now thanks to the collapsible drive. In the past, it had been the Grand Fleet's job to protect the Homeworld, but that honour had passed to the Home Fleet. Now the Grand Fleet patrolled the Collective's borders, keeping the peace with its millions of warships. The introduction of the collapsible drive had now put virtually the entire Collective within seconds of the Homeworld in fact. M<ore ships than could be counted within a life time. [Boyd Homeworld] Few would have expected the appearance of the Homeworld. Green rolling fields, blue, pristine air, rolling, unpolluted seas and alternately craggy and gentle mountains. Every sign of civilisation was hidden. The Boyd enjoyed the outdoors. Canoeing and hiking were favourite past times. Only the massive shield generators were visible. Huge structures, 100s of kilometres in diameter, they projected a shield so powerful that the entire Imperial Starfleet, even if gathered together with their firepower increased 5 orders of magnitude, could not have caused more than a minor fluctuation. It had been established at great expense and required prodigious amounts of energy, but was worth it for the protection it afforded the Collective. It was not the only thing safeguarding the planet however. Millions of specially trained Force adepts maintained a constant psychic shield, preventing any form of magic from interfering with the planet. It was the safest place in the Collective to be, save one, and possibly the safest (save one) in the entire galaxy. From: Kyle (kylejk@NOWAY.NOSPAM.netzero.net) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 Knopf was ready for battle. His ship was ready as well, this was the moment they had waited for, there would be no holding back like he had at Mars. The Macintyre had used its hyperdrive, capable of speeds that no other drive could match, to reach the Boyd Homeworld long before his allies. This time he would not play with them, death and destruction, that was the goal. He had been joined enroute by his reinforcements. Six more Asgerds. The seven warships observed the Boyd fleet, a powerful force, even possible in a conventional engagement of hurting his flagship possibly destroying hit. This would not be a conventional battle. Boyd's ships had one great weakness, the lack of hypershields, missiles could be dropped dead center in to each ship from outside the Boyd's range. "FIRE," he screamed, and fire they did. Hyper missiles launched at maximum rate and poured death on Boyds fleet. First the command ships, shipyards, defense stations and orbiting structures were killed. The Boyd responded quickly, the fleet formed up and charged forward, they were limited to real space drives due to the horrible gravitational stresses. Knopf responded with a change in firing pattern, sublight missiles were now launched, they combined with the hypermissiles to destroy the fleet as it closed, only a few survived to attack range, those that did shortly became incandescent gas as they erupted in self consuming fission reactions. The Boyd raged, there entire fleet destroyed, The Grand Fleet: Gone, The Home Fleet: Gone, The First Fleet: Gone, The Second Fleet: Gone, The Third Fleet: Gone, The Fourth Fleet: Gone, The Fifth Fleet: Gone, The Sixth Fleet: Gone. It was the worst defeat in the history of the Boyd. And it was not done, The seven warships closed on the defenseless planet, they would not waste time on a bombardment. Instead a volley of hypermissile from each ships appeared deep inside the planet and erupted. Nothing remained save dust. Knopf was satisfied, he ordered his fleet home and left. From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/07 BFA-9 was not happy about it, but they had to make a show of solidarity for their ally. The 23rd fleet was to be sent in to assist in the defence of Mars. They would risk the menacing presence that was gathering in the system. There would be no more betrayals from the Collective. The time for such things was past. "Lord Rog, we stand together or not at all. We're dispatching a fleet to Mars to assist in defence. It shallb e placed under your direct control. Use it as you see fit. Until THe Battle." From: Jonathan Boyd (jonathan@jboyd.co.uk) Subject: Re: [STGOD] Take it away Brother Alpha Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/07 I would just like to note that when I talk about the Boyd fleets and hyperspace I mean B5 hypersapce, whereas I mean SW hyperspace with Knopf's fleet. And as for me using undeclared forces, well they attacked my Homeworld and I feel I'm perfectly justified in doing this. ------ No-one had dared assault the Homeworld. No-one, no-thing. Perhaps the Collective had grown overconfident in their security. Fortunately though, the damage to the Collective was minimal. Only a small fraction fo the military had died and the Homeworld was such in name only. There were other more important planets. The Collective would endure. But first there must be vengeance. The 162nd Battlefleet was allotted the task of intercepting and destroying the Asgerds. 45 Purification class dreadnoughts, 300 Drako class battleships and 200 Phoenix class battlecruisers. A handful of ships had been refitted with Little Doctors, mostly the Phoenixes to give them a bit more punch. Every ship had a collapsible drive a report on the recent battle. There would be no mistakes. Not by these men. ... The shock of 300 ships powering up their gravity well projectors was enough to overload every hyperdrive on the Asgerds and drag them back to realspace. Immediately the Purification classes fired on 3 of the Asgerds, 60 superlaser blasts punching first through the shields of the Asgerds and then into the armour. Before they could react, Phoenixes were swarming over them, Little Doctor's firing. Within 5 seconds of the commencement of the battle, half of Knopf's force was effectively dead. Leaving the writhing planetoids, the Battlefleet ducked back into hyperspace before return fire could hit them. Before the remaining Asgerds could spin up their hyperdrives however, the dreadnoughts and battlecruisers reverted to realspace and fired their singularity cannons. Over 6000 black holes erupted into being around the planetoids, once again immobilising their hyperdrives and putting immense stress on their shields. Realising they would have to stand and fight, they began launching their support craft. That was the queue for the 76th Fleet to make its appearance. A destroyer heavy fleet, it was able to bring several thousand QT tubes to bear instantly on the launching ships. Firing at the rate of 240,000 a second, they screamed through the void of space, into the hanger bays of the planetoids as the particle shields dropped to allow ships out. Entire squadrons were annihilated as the hangers erupted and the planetoids visibly shook under the impact. At such close range, the destroyers suffered casualties, despite their brief appearance, but they had done their job. The Asgerds had been denied the use of their hangers. By now the black holes had faded into nothingness, and the Asgerds attempted to flee, but again the battlecruisers and dreadnoughts assaulted them, stranding them in realspace. A minute had passed and the Collective was about to land the killing blow. A single warship, the BSS Phoenix hersel collapsed intot he system and launched a small pod. Before it could be targetted, the pod opened and a small object tumbled out and began spinning through space. On board his flagship, Knopf ordered increased magnification. "A die..." Point defence batteries began firing on the deadly cube, but the shots turned first into jelly and then to a shower of ancient bubblejet printers. All throughout the Asgerds, equipment was being randomised into uselessness. Officers and enlisted men alike were being transformed into trees and cows. Soon there was a veritable menagerie crewing Knopf's bridge. On the main screen, a figure was no visible on the die. A Boyd Master. I had to be. Manipulating the die and its effects. Knopf screamed for the die to be destroyed, but there was no-one left to hear him. With a flickering of lights, power on the ship died and with it, the shields. The same pattern as being repeated on the other Asgerds. Defenceless now, they could do nothing to prevent the battlefleet reverting to normal space and firing its Little Doctors. Fortunately, perhaps for Knopf, the field of effect moved too quickly for any pain to be felt. One moment he existed as a distinct person, the next he was a foam of destabilised sundered matter, drifting and merging with his ship. No one lived to regret an attack on the Collective. the 6 Asgerds totally destroyed, the fleets turned and headed for home, the die first being secured once more within its stasis chamber. There was news from Sol. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: [STGOD] The Purification Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/06 Lord Graeme walked over to Kynes, a look of disgust on his face. Grabbing the smaller wizard by the neck, he lifted him struggling off the deck. "So, I have finally learned of your true nature. You thought you could hide from me forever, and for that, you will die." Kynes struggled vainly to escape the iron grasp Lord Graeme. Lord Graeme unsheathed his sword, and with a single cut, sent Kynes' head flying from his body. Discarding the lifeless corpse, Lord Graeme stepped over it, and instructed his crew to burn the body. "I can only stand so much before I become forced to act. To think I sacrificed a trillion lives to rescue you, a trillion souls that no longer speak, because of you. It makes me sick to realize what I was consorting with," Lord Graeme spoke as he watched his crew remove the body. "Send a worldship to every world we have seeded. Sterilize the planets. We will make the Earth our next stop." From: Kynes (kynes@choam.org) Subject: [STGOD] So it is written. Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/07 "This will certainly come to pass! Amen." -- The Book of Revelation, Chapter 1, Verse 7 The Universe, so myth said, had three sons. The first had been named Planet. Planet was the oldest and wisest of the three. From the bosom of Planet had come life; life begat life, and life begat Planet. For uncounted millennia since its inception, Planet had steered all life. Then had come the Second Son. When Planet joined in communion with the humans, it had found followers; but only when those followers had joined to become one had Planet found its Brother, and on that day, the Universe gave proper birth to its second son. Named Kynes, the one who called himself "the brother of the Earth." But Kynes was different from Planet. Kynes had been unable to let go of his coporeal body. He focused his existence through it. While Planet existed everywhere and nowhere at once, Kynes confined his perception to a single point. Only through his rune magic could he realize his true powers, and then only briefly. Kynes did not know the extent of his power. As the madman Gurkha he had displayed only a small part of them -- and even that tremendous power had been enough to rend apart starships with only a force of will. Then had come the Third Son. This son was born of another power entirely, a perverse power. As was Satan to Yahweh, so too was Aneris to Planet. It had been a cosmic mistake of the worst order, and the story of its creation is never told. But it, too, was ancient. Eons ago, it had found a new race, a young race: the Boyd, they called themselves. Aneris had inhabited them, bred them to its will, become their Watcher. Through it, they had been led to countless victory. They inhabited fully half of the Milky Way galaxy and had dreams of others one day. They had millions of capital warships. They had trillions of drones, mindless perversions of life which enacted only the will of the Watcher -- the will of the Collective. But the Watcher, too, was different. For it did not, as Planet did, exist everywhere and nowhere at once. No, it was too greedy for that, too greedy to remain aloof from power and control. But it was not as Kynes was, either. It was, again, far too greedy to remain in a single body. That is how the Collective was born, that is how their linkless link, their machineless consciousness held together. That was the derivement of their psychic power -- the Watcher. The evil one. As he possessed their bodies and souls, they conquered star systems, enslaved races into their demonic ever-existence. Each mind was destroyed and taken only for the body, as the Watcher destroyed their very souls and replaced it with his own. And via this mechanism he spread, and spread terribly. The Universe knew, however, that one day its Two Sons would combat its Third; but even the Universe could not know the outcome. Would it be justice, life, and rightness? Would the rush of water prevail? Would it be good? Or would it be evil? Would the being known as Satan, as Beelzebub, as Mephostapholes, as Lucifer -- would it prevail? The Universe knew that it had three sons and could have no more. And if Kynes and Planet could not destroy Watcher, then they would be destroyed... and nothing would stop its march of evil. From: Graeme Dice (grdice@home.com) Subject: Re: [STGOD] The Purification Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Date: 2000/03/07 Graeme Dice wrote: > <snip> > > "Send a worldship to every world we have seeded. Sterilize the > planets. We will make the Earth our next stop." Lord Graeme awoke and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "That was a rather odd dream, why on Earth would I have any reason to hate Kynes that much? |