AT-ST

Probot

----Mechs----

Warwalker weapons platform:
Mobile (40kph), with strong forward shields, average shields elsewhere, 2
weapon mounts. Can carry a variety of weapons including:
Starcannon
Shuriken Cannon
Distortion Cannon
Bright Lance
Heavy Plasma Cannon - high-powered plasma burst, capable of punching through
armour and shields, with a several metre blast radius
Rocket launcher

Missile Walker:
Based on AT-ST chassis with shield generator
MLRS on each side of 'head' containing 8 proton missile launchers. Capable
of single, salvo and ripple fire. 10 missile available per launcher.

Air Defence Walker:
Based on AT-ST chassis with shield generator
Dual Type-XIV PPC turret on 'chin'
Type-XIV phaser strip on 'head'
2 missile launchers on each side of 'head'

Dreadnought
12ft high mech
80kph top speed
Tough armour and shielding
'Shoulder' mounted cannon (same choice as warwalker)
2 'arm' mounted flamethrowers
Power fists for smashing through armour. Ineffective against shields, but
can not be stopped by anything les than 10m thick heavy armour.

Stormwind Dreadnought
8ft high mech with limited flight capability
Light armour and shielding
Very maneuverable
500 kph
Twin heavy repeating plasma gun on one arm
Twin Bright Lance on other arm
Twin missile launcher on back

----Armour----

Falcon II Grav Tank

Falcon II Prism Tank
Same as Grav Tank, but
No troop capcity
Fire prism cannon (immensely powerful laser cannon channelled through a
large crystal

AT-AT
With top mounted turreted twin proton missile launcher

Vindicator Tank
Front mounted heavy flame-thrower and turret mounted heavy plasma cannon

Predator II Tank
Thick armour and shielding
Heavy plasma cannon on turret
Heavy repeating plasma cannon on side sponsons
Twin proton missile launcher

--------

All vehicles and mechs use an alloy armour consisting of tritanium,
durasteel and wraithbone (a psychic material which forms a shield against
psychic and magical attacks and enhances the abilities of friendly Force
users). the ratios of the components vary depending on the strength of the
armour. Wraithbone is itself a very strong material and excellent energy
dissipater. All computer systems are optical based to reduce size, increase
speed and negate effects of ion cannons. all vehicles, mech and artillery
are accompanied by at least 1 ysalimiri.

-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

"Bother," said Pooh, "Eeyore, ready two photon torpedoes and lock phasers on
the Heffalump. Piglet, meet me in transporter room three.  Christopher
Robin, you have the bridge."

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/02
Message-ID: <B4944BC3.4755%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

Boyd Fleet Admiral #9 Surveyed his armada. Over 900 capital ships and
thousands of support craft and fighters all at his command. They had
finished their 6 month shakedown cruises and participated in the subjugation
of the Borg Collective. How dare they take a name so similar to our own!
Longing further into the distance, he could see Earth, their destination.
They had had plenty of shore leave, but the chance to return home and visit
their cloning chambers was something none of them would pass up. Even Boyd
Marshall #42 seemed to have a smile on his face. But well he should, though
the Admiral. With 90 Corp of men at his disposal, he was one of the most
powerful military men in the galaxy.  Not all were onboard the fleet of
course. Most were in their cloning chambers, stored safely away in
unreachable intra-dimensional pockets. It would require the use of the
dimensional transporters carried aboard every capital ship in the fleet to
bring them out. The Admiral mentally checked the figures. 4 1/2 hours to
transport an entire Cor using only a single 20 cell transporter room.
Impressive. The _Drako_ his flagship and first of her class carried 10 such
transporters. In addition to that, she already carried numerous troops and
with the aid of standard transporters and her transport fleet, it would not
take long to below an army sufficient to invade any planet. All was well for
the Collective.

Declaration of Forces of the Boyd Collective 9th Fleet
======================================================

(there are a lot, but that's because people have a tendency to ally against
me. <plug> It does mean, however that you will have substantial support if
you join me </plug>)

Navy Forces
===========

5x Drako-class
Battlecruiser, 10km long delta with surface blisters (think what the
Concorde would have looked like if the Mon Cals had built it)
Similar shielding to Executor-class SSD, but with multiple independent
internal generators
1200 batteries of quad-MTL
360 point defence quad-lasers
60 anti-cap launchers (250MT+ warheads)
240 anti-fighter missile launchers (advanced concussion missiles)
All weapons distributed equally F/A, T/B, P/S
Forward weapons array - 15 heavy prism cannons - focus energy through prism
crystals producing an intense beam of energy. An order of magnitude more
powerful than HTL and travel at c.
Wing arrays 60 turreted type-XIV PPC (1 array T/B each wing - total 200) and
4 heavy phaser cannons (±45 degrees off forward firing in all dir)
Can carry 5 Corp of troops+transports and 12 wings of fighters (normally
carries 1 Corp Mech Inf+transports+1wing army aviation+5 wings naval
aviation)

30x Deathwing-class
Carrier, 1km long, flattened elongated rhomboid (I think that's the word)
Shielding four times as good as ISD-II
30 Type-XIV phaser strips for point defence and 20 MTL T/B P/S
10 Type-XIV phaser strips for point defence and 10 MTL F/A
All weapons can rotate in any direction
Can carry up to 8 wings, normally carries 4

50x Imperator II-class
Destroyer/pocket-carrier
Carries 1 wing
Can carry 1 division+transports

240x Akira-class
Missile-frigate
Refitted with QT launcher turrets and type-XIV phasers
Carries 1 squadron
Phase-cloak equipped

120x Lancer-class
Anti-fighter-frigate
All laser batteries upgraded from TIE-Bomber dual lasers to quad lasers

30x Nebula-class
Frigate/pocket-carrier
Equipment module carries high power sensors
All phasers upgraded to type-XIV
Torps upgraded to QT launcher turrets
Carries 2 squadrons
Phase-cloak equipped

80x Defiant-class
Gunboat
All phasers upgraded to type-XIV
Phase-cloak equipped

360x Assassin-class
Corvette
Carries 1 flight

24x Interdictor
Carries 1 squadron

5x Archammer-class
Support ship
Can carry 3 wings (normally 2)
Can carry 2 Corp+transports

All ships equipped with 0.5x hyperdrive. Starfleet vessels have warp drive.
Drako and Deathwing class have jumpgate generators. Troop carrying capacity
below division strength not noted.

2x mobile starbase
5km long cylinder, 250m radius, 500m radius sphere at each end
50 point defense type-XIV phaser arrays wrapped around cylinder
50 point defense type-XIV phaser stips on each sphere
axial super phaser cannon (two orders of magnitude more powerful than the
one in All Good Things)
50 quad HTL on each sphere
10 advanced CM launchers on each cylinder
10 QT launcher turrets on each cylinder
Can house 3 Corps+transports
Can carry 6 wings (normally 4)
Extensive repair and replenishment facilities
2x hyperdrive
Shields equivalent to 2x Executor class

    The mighty omnipotent warlord Gurkha dwelled deep within the recesses of
his mighty command ship, the Atlantis-class Dreadnaught "Carnivore." His bridge
splayed out in front of him, every crewman at attention. A metaphor for his
fleet. Every ship at his command. Every fighter in every ship ready to act as
his surrogate, his limb by which he would crush at last the weak Nefirea.
    "Commander Droge," he barked. "Have we yet received word on the location
of our dear Countess?"
    "No, Lord Gurkha, we have not. The fleet is ready to engage the wormhole
drive at your command, m'Lord, but we do not yet know where the Countess hides.
We do have word, however, of something else of some import."     Gurkha snorted at the very thought that anything else being of "some import,"
but he indulged the human. So impatient with their quick lives, which flitted
past almost unnoticeably to the god.
    For that was what Gurkha rightfully was. A god. The only remaining equal
to Nefaria herself, the Countess who thought -- thought! -- she had destroyed
him long ago.
    But it was he who had destroyed the most... Levaleshi... others. Earth itself.
A minor casualty compared to the damage that he himself had sustained, but he
was not to be beaten down by some brazen and weak Taloran. Far from it.
    "M'Lord, as I was saying?"
    "Yes, Cmdr. Droge, continue. I am listening."
    "Of course, m'Lord. There appear to be massive fleets assembling all over this
galaxy. Military activity is at an all-time high, apparently coincidentally... but
I do not believe that, m'Lord. Someone or something is gearing up for an attack."
    "The machinations of weaker beings mean nothing to me, Commander!" Gurkha
suddenly lost patience with the man. "You have one priority and one priority
alone -- find the Countess, find her Fleet, and you are authorized to rest only
when every last atom of her body is free-floating in interstellar space!"
    The officer, sickened with fear, acquiesced hastily and returned to his
post. Gurkha waited with the infinite patience of a being who will live forever,
waited in his command chair. Blood would be spilt before long. And as always...
Gurkha's hands would feel the first drops.
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Commander Mrith'hele'arana <cmdr_thelea@my-deja.com>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/05
Message-ID: <84umv0$8jk$1@nnrp1.deja.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars

 < snip >

 Nefirea's fleet drifted in Hyperspace, now, and a voice came to her
head. "It is ready. We are here." Nefirea grinned. It was time to test
something. The fleet wavered back into realspace, where a 2km long
vessel like looked like a goalpost for an american football game with
four shark-fins in an X on the aft bar, and a small protrusion for the
command tower, hung off, just out of weapons range from a Hirogen ship.
The hunters saw the fleet, but it was to far off, they though, to save
their target, and they prepared to attack. She activated her
com. "Tesla's Fire, you may begin the test."
 As the Hirogen ship rushed the Tesla's Fire, the ungainly mobile
weapon fired a faintly brown, half see-through beam from each of the
forward poles, angling slightly in.... Just infront of the Hirogen
ship, they met. Suddenly, crackling radiation and energy was sucked in
from everywhere, in a sphere of arcing energy, especially from the
Hirogen ship, sucked straight into the point where the two beams met.
Within seconds, they, and the energy drain, ceased to occur. Nefirea
smiled a smile of true pleasure. "The Bi-Magnetic beam weapon appears
to have been a success. Scan for results to the target ship." One of
the crewers calmly reported.. Exactly what Nefirea had expected. "The
Target ship has lost all energy, it's hull temperature is close to
absolute zero, and the crew has been frozen. All energy of all types
has been drained from the target vessel. It is only beginning to warm
very slightly from starlight. The test is an utter success. The Tesla's
Fire reports that all their Tesla Coils suffered no damage from firing.
The weapon is ready to be used operationally." She nodded once. "Then..
We've taken all we can from our asteroid base. Even the prototype. Now
that they're cloaked and safe.. We manuver for the attack. Let Gurkha
brag about his mysterious superweapon... I have my own." And she was
right.. Though defended only by four hundred PBC CIWS cannon and
carrying no Vimanas, the awesome, horrific power of the Tesla's Fire
and the Bi-Magnetic Beam Weapon put it firmly in the superweapon range.
No shields could defend against it, no armour could protect from it. It
sucked in energy like a hungry monster. The only way to defend yourself
from it would be to destroy it.. She reminded herself to make sure that
lots of Vimanas would have to be covering it when it dropped it's
shields to fire. No matter.. It was still very useful.
 On her order, the fleet and it's new mobile weapon returned to
Hyperspace, and moved again.
 

 The Nefirea

 < I absolutely swear this is the last addition to my forces. No more,
I swear it.. I just had to add this after I watched a television
program on the Phileadelphia experiment, the Bermuda Triangle, Tesla,
that Tunguska event in 1908 in Russia, and some massive mushroom cloud
seen over the Pacific after KAL-007 went down. So obviously fake, but
the Bi-Magnetic Beam Weapon they theorized about is very cool sounding.
Literally. >

From: Phong Nguyen <phong_nguyen_temp@my-deja.com>
Subject: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/03
Message-ID: <84r46k$qr8$1@nnrp1.deja.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

Long range sensor detected the forces of Nefirea leaving their bases
towards the marshalling point somewhere in the Sol system three
hours ago. Their ETA is sometime on 7 January.

Soon afterwards a massive fleet passed by our outsystem scanner
network and appear to be on a constant intercept course with the
Nefirean Forces.

Both parties signaled to USENET Command of their intention and
ordered the already present fleets to stand down or not to interfere.

On 7 January the mysterious forces known as the 'Moderators' shall
declare Weapons Free. At this point all alliances and forces shall
be frozen, though alliances are of course subject to change.

I welcome you to the Winter Structured 'The Good Old Days'. Good
hunting.

From: Graeme Dice <grdiceNOgrSPAM@home.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/03
Message-ID: <2750ac20.39aaddb3@usw-ex0107-042.remarq.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

In article <84r46k$qr8$1@nnrp1.deja.com>, Phong Nguyen
<phong_nguyen_temp@my-deja.com> wrote:
> Long range sensor detected the forces of Nefirea leaving their
> bases
> towards the marshalling point somewhere in the Sol system three
> hours ago. Their ETA is sometime on 7 January.
> Soon afterwards a massive fleet passed by our outsystem scanner
> network and appear to be on a constant intercept course with the
> Nefirean Forces.
> Both parties signaled to USENET Command of their intention and
> ordered the already present fleets to stand down or not to
> interfere.
> On 7 January the mysterious forces known as the 'Moderators' shall
> declare Weapons Free. At this point all alliances and forces shall
> be frozen, though alliances are of course subject to change.
> I welcome you to the Winter Structured 'The Good Old Days'. Good
> hunting.

In a universe that was slightly different from the one we are all
accustomed to, the Dice legions were preparing for battle.  Lord Graeme
surveyed the vast army that stood before him.  The troops stretched out
in solid ranks past the horizon on all directions.  The sun reflected
off the burnished platemail armour and pikes of the soldiers.  Upon
Graeme's command, forty million troops turned in unison and began the
march into RNG-1, Lord Graeme's personal worldship and random number
generator.  Above the troops, thousands of dragon's circled impatiently
overhead, waiting for their chance to join the battle.

Graeme retired to his war chamber, and waited for the several days it
would take to complete the boarding.  His chiefs of staff joined him.

"These people with their 'technological' advances think that we are so
backward, well, I think its time we showed them just what true
technology is," stated Grok, a rather large and strangely intelligent
Draconian.

"Rest assured, we are prepared for anything they can throw at us.  Upon
our arrival in the system, we will take up our position in the corona
of their sun.  We should remain undetected there due to the large
amounts of radiation" spoke the high elf Lolgan.

The war conference continued on into the night.  As it ended, Lord
Graeme reminded his departing officers "Remember!  A sufficiently
advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
 

Begin commentary:
As you can probably tell, my startegy is similar to that of a group of
insects.  If you can put so many troops on a planet that the enemy
would have to destroy the planet to get rid of them, and the planet is
too valuable to be destroyed, then you have won.  Plus, I have some
interesting pieces of "magic" up my sleeve.  Lord Vlad will probably
also make an appearance.  Aren't undead fun!

From: "Gurkha" <kynes@choam.org>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/03
Message-ID: <AAac4.1998$406.38465@news1.rdc2.tx.home.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

    The Atlantis-class Dreadnaught "Carnivore" orbited the remote star of
Xyrrus. On board and in command, Supreme Omnipotent Warlord Gurkha ordered
the lieutenant to raise USENET Command on the main holoprojector.
    "And make it quick."
    The lieutenant nodded and, with the quick efficiency Gurkha expected
of his men, the top Admiral of USENET Command appeared on-screen:
Elim Garak, also the rumored Moderator who enforced the cease-fire in the
Sol system for the time being.
    "This is Admiral Garak, of USENET Command. Unidentified vessel, please
state your desig--"
    "I have no time for pleasantries, you pissant weakling. I am here to
make an announcement." Gurkha narrowed his eyes at the holo, confident
that the Admiral would not rudely interrupt him a second time. "There is
a fleet build-up in the Sol system. My second-in-command has informed me
of this. Though I was a bit short with Cmdr. Droge at first, the wisdom
of his words has become clear. Something is going on."
    He paused. Garak waited, wondering whether he should say anything.
    "This is the announcement: You are going to tell me *what* is
going on. You may now speak."
    Garak drew himself up to his full height, trying to regain an air of
dignity after being dressed down by a man whose name he didn't even know.
    "The fleet buildup cannot be adequately explained to a stranger
such as yourself. A variety of political factors precipitated it, and it
is certainly not rare, given the raw amount of military power present
in the sector. It is certainly none of your concern."
    Gurkha narrowed his eyes. Speaking with such a tone to a god who could
destroy his home planet with a single shot from one of the more powerful
weapons on his ship credited Garak with great bravery.
    Or idiocy. "It is most certainly my concern, and if you take that tone
again with me, I will see your entire solar system reduced to rubble.
Now you will tell me this: did anyone calling herself Countess Nefirea
make contact with any of you?"
    The Admiral's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. "Now that you
mention it... yes. I wasn't going to bring it up, but she is also a major
concern. She has expressed extremely hostile intent and her fleet is
scheduled to arrive in no less than four days. This--"
    Gurkha had all he needed to hear.
    "You may expect my fleet along with hers. I will tell you this once
and only once -- any of your ships coming anywhere close to getting in
the way of my engagement with the filthy Countess will be turned into
vapor with no warning. Do not doubt that I carry the armament and bloodlust
to convert even the populated worlds of that star system to dust if the
need arises. I am not a man to be spurned. Stay out of my way."
    Gurkha's lieutenant, recognizing the signal, cut the transmission off.
    "Commander Droge," Gurkha barked.
    Droge came immediately to attention. "Yes, m'Lord?"
    "For your foresight and attention to detail, you are hereby promoted
to Rear Admiral. Well enough anyway -- I'd rather have a flag officer as
the second-in-command of the 'Carnivore.'"
    Rear Admiral Droge saluted. "Thank you, m'Lord."
    "How soon can the fleet be readied to launch?"
    "Within 36 hours, m'Lord. We can reach the Sol system in two days."
    "Are our mechanized ground troops operational?"
    "Of course, m'Lord."
    "Good. While the fleet readies itself for the jump to the Sol system,
have them conduct training excercises on the developing planet Calle,
orbiting in this system. By the time we depart, I want the surface of
the planet completely uninhabitable and regular patrols established, with
any remaining population in internment camps."
    "Yes, m'Lord. We will be ready."
    "We'd damned better well be."
    And then, privately: "The Countess will not be so lucky this time!"
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/04
Message-ID: <B4970BA3.4C56%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

in article AAac4.1998$406.38465@news1.rdc2.tx.home.com, Gurkha at
kynes@choam.org wrote on 3/1/00 11:49 pm:

<snip>

> Gurkha had all he needed to hear.
> "You may expect my fleet along with hers. I will tell you this once
> and only once -- any of your ships coming anywhere close to getting in
> the way of my engagement with the filthy Countess will be turned into
> vapor with no warning. Do not doubt that I carry the armament and bloodlust
> to convert even the populated worlds of that star system to dust if the
> need arises. I am not a man to be spurned. Stay out of my way."
> Gurkha's lieutenant, recognizing the signal, cut the transmission off.

<snip>

The Boyd Master standing off-screen released smiled. "This one is also
arrogant. More so perhaps. You were able to obtain a fix on the signal I
trust?"

"Of course. He made no attempt to conceal himself. The signal originated in
Xyyrus system," Elim replied.

The Boyd Master tried to place the system in his mind, but failed. "It is
remote?"

"Yes. Outside your sphere of influence," Elim smirked. It was good to remind
Boyd that he was not as all-powerful as he wished to be. The smirking
expression soon vanished as the Master glared.

"You would do well not to take that tone with us," came the icy reply, not
quite quenching the fire now blazing through individual neurones in Elim's
brain. Before any permanent harm could be done, however, the Master released
his hold. "Have the relevant data transmitted to our fleet. Any trickery
will be dealt with in the usual manner." With those parting words the Master
shimmered from view, returning to an orbiting battlecruiser, the 'Balrog'.
Elim hurriedly checked the sensor readings and cursed. Its shields hadn't so
much as flickered during transport.

The Boyd Master greeted the shadowy figures in one of 'Balrog's conference
rooms. "We now know where Ghurka will strike from. Recon ships have been
dispatched from the 173rd Fleet in the nearest sector and intelligence
should be available to us within a matter of hours. If he so much as turns
on a light on any of his ships, we'll know. There will be no surprise
attacks against our forces, which, I trust, are ready."

"All will be prepared for Friday," replied one of the voices.

"How goes the training?"

"The Knights learn fast. They shall make excellent escorts," answered
another voice.

"And the logistical fleet?"

"The planetoids are en-route. Are the escorts ready?"

"Our Navy is always ready. There will be ample cover. Unless there are any
more matters to discuss, I suggest we return to our respective commands."

Silence greeted the question.

"Very well. Until next we meet, gentlemen, adieu." With that, the Master
once again shimmered from view.
-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

If we're not supposed to eat late-night snacks, why is there a light in the
refrigerator?

From: "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/04
Message-ID: <84t1lt$ln1$1@news8.svr.pol.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

A figure dressed entirely in black, the colour contrasting with his deathly
pale skin stood gazing out the bridge viewports of the ISS Slaanesh, his
flagship.  The figure's name is Vir Rog, he is the current director of
Imperial Intelligence and one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy.
His fleet cloaked held position in just outside the Sol system, passive,
listening to the communications between the assembled rival fleets and
USENET command.His purpose here was to gain ascendancy over these squabbling
warlords and use his victory to political gain back in his own galaxy.  In
the mean time however he was content to scan the list of opposing fleets to
see whether any of them would make suitable allies and to wait for the
shooting to start.

<Tech Specs>

I'm bringing 3 capital class ships to the battle; 2 Dominator class
stardestroyers and a world devastator.

Names: ISS Slaanesh, ISS Nagash.
Designation: KDY Dominator class star destroyer
Length: 1.4 Km
Crew: Approximately 30,000.
Hyperdrive: x 0.5.
Weaponry: 40 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 40 Turbolaser Batteries, 20 Ion
Cannon, 8 Tractor Beam Emplacements, 4 gravity well generators, heavy duty
jamming equipment.
Shields: Comparable to those of an ISD II, shield strength reduced by 30%
when gravity well generators are in use.
Fighter complement: 36 SHD-66 "Shadowdroid" class cyborg assault fighters,
12 TIE Defender class starfighters.
Transport craft: 8 Escort Shuttles, 16 Assault transports, 12 landing
barges, numerous dropships.
Troop complement: 48 Viper X1 "Automandon" war droids, 24 XR85 Tank droids,
12 chrysalid beasts - carbon frozen, 4 Darktrooper legions, several squads
of
special forces and intelligence agents, etc..
Additional Information: Fitted with a federation phase cloak, that we
"appropriated".  Thin layer of ablative armour based on that of the
suncrusher, in addition to the usual Neutronium alloy, estimated to provided
protection from one hit from an axial superlaser before becoming useless.
Enhanced repulsorlift systems to allow entry into planetary atmospheres.
 

Name: ISS Obsidian.
Designation: World Devastator
Dimensions: 400 x 400 x 800 (meters)
Crew: 10,000
Hyperdrive: x 0.5.
Weaponry: Currently 10 Turbolaser Batteries, 6 Ion Cannon, 4 Tractor Beam
Emplacements.
Shields: Currently comparable to those of an ISD II.
Fighter complement: None at the moment.
Transport craft: 4 Escort Shuttles, 3 Assault transports.
Troops: Several Imperial fleet security detachments.
Additional Information: Fitted with a federation phase cloak, that we
"appropriated".  The Obsidian is fairly young and may grow adding to is
armaments, defenses or producing new craft over time.

</Tech Specs>

--
Rog

From: Phong Nguyen <phong.nguyenNOphSPAM@usa.net.invalid>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/04
Message-ID: <0b90d704.c95446dd@usw-ex0101-007.remarq.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

In article <26f15c5e.cec5f41c@usw-ex0107-043.remarq.com>, Phong Nguyen
<phong.nguyenNOphSPAM@usa.net.invalid> wrote:

<snip>

Phong Nguyen's W-STGOD Forces

Final Draft

1 Wing = 10 Squadrons
1 Corp = 100,000 troops or 5 Divisions
1 Division = 20,000 troops or 4 Brigades
1 Brigade = 5,000 troops or 5 Battalions
1 Battalion = 1,000 troops

Naval Battleline.

   50x  Imperator-V DD
        Essentially evolutionary upgrades to the classical
        ISD-II design. More firepower, shielding and
        automation results in a better design. Each ISD-V
        can carry two divisions and ten fighter squadrons.

   100x Nova DD
        Modified from the Babylon 5 specs, it carries
        heavy turbolasers instead of plasma cannon and
        an extensive point-defense network. Each Nova
        can carry one division and six fighter squadrons.

   75x  Cotton Fleet Tenders
        Heavy transport ferrying supplies to and from bases.
        While large they are capable of planetfall. They
        are fast and well shielded and armored, but do not
        have a heavy weapons fit.

   50x  Iwo Jima Troopship
        Large ship with heavy point defenses but few heavy
        weapons. Can carry an entire corp into battle but
        usually less to minimize losses if one ship is lost.

   350x Nebulon-B2 FF
        Pickett ship acting as an anti-fighter screen, anti
        missile defenses and pocket carrier. Each carries
        four fighter squadrons and optionally a battalion.

   350x Carrack FF
        Cloak-capable frigates carrying extensive missile
        batteries to act like modern-day hunter-killer
        submarines. Fighter mounts have been removed.
 

Naval Aviation.

   2500 Squadrons
   250 Wings

   105W Vampire
        Highly maneuverable space-combat fighter. Approaches
        TIE/DEF manuverability and has heavy shielding and
        armor. Carries eight dogfight concussion missiles,
        four MIRV missiles each carrying four dogfight missiles,
        and eight proton torpedoes.

   60W  Devestator
        Heavy bomber. Carries one light turbolaser and a fighter
        laser in front, five laser turrets around it as gun
        weaponry. Carries forty heavy proton torpedoes and
        twenty dogfight missiles.

   60W  A-Wing
        Light fighter used for recon, quick strike and
        interception.

   10W  SWACS
        Sensor craft carrying a large amount of active and passive
        sensors for fighter coordination.

   15W  Tanker
        Refuels fighters in-flight to extend range.

   10W  Electronic Warfare
        Accompanies fighters with powerful jamming equpiment.
 

Logistical Craft.

   800x Heavy Dropships. Can carry several armored companies
        into battle plus supporting elements.

  1000x Light Dropships. Can carry a battalion of troops.

  3500x Shuttles. Can carry thirty fully-equipped troops or
        fifty personell.
 

Ground Forces.

   16x Mechanized Infantry Corp
   16x Light Infantry Corp
   12x Armored Corp
   11x Mecha Corp
   10x Airborne Infantry Corp
   50x Army Aviation Wings
 

Army Aviation

   30W A-10F
       Air-support craft that eats tanks and heavy mecha for
       breakfest. Highly maneuverable, heavily armored and
       shielded.

   10W Scimatar Bombers
       Strike bombers to level enemy targets or simply carpet
       bomb.

   5W  A-Wing
       Recon

   2W  Tankers
       Refueling Craft

   2W  AWACS
       Sensors

   1W  Electronic Warfare

Vehicles

   M85A8 Main Battle Tank
      Primary Battery
         120mm Railgun
         120mm Turbolaser
         2x 0.50-cal Miniguns
      Secondary Battery
         82mm Mortar
         2x Anti-Personel Turrets
            25mm Gatling Gun
            2x 30mm Grenade Turret
         2x Proton Missile Launchers
      Standard Sensor Package.
      Heavy SW Armor.
      Heavy AT Field (Hectoton)
      100kph

   M44A2 Air Defense Vehicle
      Air Defense Battery
         Rapid-Fire 73mm Railgun
         2x Quad Lasers
         4x Proton Missile Launchers
      Secondary Battery
         2x GAU-8 30mm Gatling Guns
      Air Defense Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      AT Field (Decaton)
      120kph

   HWR-00 Mk.X Heavy Artillery Mecha
      Main Battery
         4x 406mm Railguns (-10 to 45 degree elevation)
      Arm Batteries
         Proton Missile Launcher
         120mm Railgun
         2x EWHB
      Long Range Sensor Package
      Ultra-Heavy SW Armor
      Ultra-Heavy AT Field (kiloton range)
      40kph

   2S5 Artillery Vehicle
      Main Battery
         1x Rapid-Fire 155mm Railgun
      Secondary Battery
         3x EWHB
      Long Range Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      AT Field
      100kph

   5S12 Missile Artillery Vehicle
      Main Battery
         2x 2x2 Grid VLS Missile Launchers
         2x Missile Launchers
      Secondary Battery
         3x EWHB
      Long Range Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      AT Field
      110kph

   M34A3 Heavy Assault Mecha
      Weapons
         2x GAU-8 30mm Gatling Guns (body)
         2x 203m Railguns (shoulders)
         2x 105mm Turbolasers (shoulders)
         2x Weapon Pods (arm)
              2x 82mm mortar
              2x EWHB
              1x 120mm railgun
         2x Proton Missile Launchers (20 Rounds)
      Standard Sensor Package
      Heavy SW Armor
      Heavy AT Field
      95kph

   MBR-04 Mk.X Tomahawk Main Battle Mecha
      Weapons
         2x 0.50-cal Miniguns in head
         2x 50mm light turbolaser (arms)
         2x Proton Missile Launcher (10 Rounds)
         2x Weapons Cluster, containing
            EWHB
            120mm Railgun
            80mm Mortar
            Flamethrower
         1x Concusion Missile Launcher (6 Rounds)
      Standard Sensor Package
      Heavy SW armor
      Heavy AT field.
      110kph

   ADR-10 Mk.V Catapult Air Defense Mecha
      Weapons
         2x Quad Laser Cannons (arms)
         4x EWHB
         2x Proton Missile Luanchers (6 Rounds)
      Air Defense Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      AT field
      160kph

   M45A5 Anti-personell Mecha
      Weapons
         4x EWHB (body)
         2x GAU-8 30mm Gatling Gun(arms)
         2x Flamethrowers (arms)
         2x Grenade Launcher (shoulders)
      Standard Sensor Package
      Light SW Armor
      Medium shielding
      200kph

   ART-48 Mk.VI Infantry Support Mecha
      Weapons
         2x82mm Mortar, 1x 60mm mortar, 1 EWHB (each arm)
         4x 2.5mm railguns (torso)
         2x 20mm chainguns (shoulders)
         2x Grenade Launcher (shoulders)
      Standard Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      Medium shielding
      200kph walk / 400kph flight

   M25A3 Infantry Fighting Vehcile
      Main Battery
         2x GAU-8 30mm Gatling Gun
         30mm Grenade Launcher
         Proton Missile Launcher (8 Rounds)
      Secondary Battery
         Infantry Gun Ports
         1x EWHB
      Carries 8 Troops.
      Standard Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      Medium shielding
      150kph

   M115A7 Armored Personel Carrier
      Weapons
         3x EWHB
      Carries 12 Troops
      Standard Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      Medium shielding
      175kph

   ENG-34 Combat Engineering Vehicle
      Weapons
         165mm Demolition Gun
         2x 82mm Mortars
         2x EWHB
      Bulldozer, Crane & 'Scoop' Attatchements
      Engineering Sensor Package
      Light SW Armor
      Medium Shielding
      200kph

   M884 Command Vehicle
      Weapons
         2x EWHB
      Command Sensor Package
      Medium SW Armor
      AT Field
      210kph

Infantry

   Each GI is protected by an advanced BDU with light
   composite armor and magical spells interwoven that
   effectively immunizes the wearer against any light
   infantry weapons, such as light railguns, plasma
   weapons, blaster rifles and phaser rifles. It also
   protects against direct grenade blasts but cannot
   withstand thermal detonator hits. The suit contains
   a full NBC protection system and integrated sensor
   system. It is also connected to the battlefield
   sensor net. The is moderately powered through its
   extensive technology: a wearer has approximately
   twice the performance over an unpowered GI.

   M-19A2 Infantry Combat Weapon
      This is the standard infantry weapon in service.
      It mounts both blaster and railgun barrels. It
      accepts standard 100-shot energy clips and 50
      round 2mm AP ammunition/powerpack for the railgun.
      The weapon has a scope and intertial damper to
      protect against recoil. Each barrel is parallel
      to each other on the vertical plane. Underneath
      is a removable 30mm grenade launcher and bayonet
      attatchment.

   M-1911 Pistol
      This is the standard pistol used in all major
      services. It carries fairly long range with
      the firepower of a blaster rifle shot. Each
      clip carries 50 shots.

   MG-185 Light Machine Gun
      This is the squad light machine gun that fires a
      steady stream of either railgun ammunition or
      blaster bolts depending whether an ammo chain or
      energy source is used. It can also use 500 round
      boxes or 1000 shot energy clips.

   Other weapons such as sniper rifles, heavy weapons, etc.
   are not mentioned here in the name of space.
 

Notes

   All systems superhardened against TEMPEST, HERF and EMP.
   Most internal communications system are optical.

From: "Gurkha" <kynes@choam.org>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/04
Message-ID: <5tgc4.2342$406.108965@news1.rdc2.tx.home.com>#1/1
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

[The young human body I am currently controlling wishes to note his
wonder at just how many ways we'll be able to "start" the TGOD without
violating the cease-fire. This is one long prologue.]

"Jonathan Boyd" <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk> wrote in message news:B4970BA3.4C56%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk...

<snip>

> The Boyd Master greeted the shadowy figures in one of 'Balrog's conference
> rooms. "We now know where Ghurka will strike from. Recon ships have been
> dispatched from the 173rd Fleet in the nearest sector and intelligence
> should be available to us within a matter of hours. If he so much as turns
> on a light on any of his ships, we'll know. There will be no surprise
> attacks against our forces, which, I trust, are ready."

    Rear Admiral Droge stared at the forward holo tac-display as he stood in
command of the Carnivore. Occasionally, blips faded in and out, seemingly at
random, but Droge wasn't mystified. The attempts by the remote probes to
conceal themselves were not the most primitive that he had ever seen...
    But they were close.
    "Navigator," Droge said, addressing the dark-eyed woman sitting far aft
of him. Droge never ceased to wonder at the fact that on a bridge crowded
with dozens of people, he could still speak in a simple voice of command
and interact with anyone on it. Discipline was the word of the day on this
ship, always.
    "Yes, sir?" she replied.
    "You have detected the presence of the probe ships?"
    "I have, sir."
    "I take it they are manned, then?"
    "They are. But manned by beings completely unlike any I have ever
experienced."
    "Explain."
    "Each one of them appears to be of the same mind, the same purpose."
    "Clones?" Droge raised an eyebrow.
    An interesting turn of events, Droge speculated. If probes had been
dispatched, then that meant that USENET Command had betrayed them. Lord
Gurkha would have to be informed. If USENET Command was interfering, then
that surely meant...
    "That they mean to favor the Countess in the upcoming battle, Commander?"
    Droge nearly jumped out of his seat as Supreme Omnipotent Warlord
Gurkha finished his thought for him. Literally. Though he knew perfectly
well how powerful his Lord's psychic abilities were, it still always gave
him jitters to see it demonstrated on himself.
    "M'Lord," he said. "You have returned from your quarters."
    "Yes. My private preparations for the days ahead are many, but they
are not without end. At any rate, I will tell you this: the Countess is
no more favored by the pitiful human fleet in the Sol system than we are."
    Droge made only a quizzical expression in reply. Lord Gurkha was in
an unusally patient mood today, it seemed.
    "They are megalomaniacs. They fancy themselves able to interfere in a
war between Gods. The one who sent those probes -- Boyd -- especially him.
But pay it no mind. I have already assigned one of the Carnivore's psychics
to induce hysteria in each and every one of the dispatched crewmen. Their
reports back to USENET Command will be quite lucid and useless."
    "I see, m'Lord. A wise course of action, as always."
    Gurkha nodded.
    "Still," the Warlord continued, "we might as well demonstrate a fraction
of our technology to them now, to let them know just what it is they
trifle with. Instruct the Fleet to continue preparations for departure, but
to do so while cloak is engaged. Communication is to be done ship-to-ship
by psychic only."
    "And the ground troops, m'Lord?"
    "They should not require further instruction from us. They have thier
orders. Let them learn to deal with adversity."
    Rear Admiral Droge nodded and began relaying the orders to the other
ships in Lord Gurkha's fleet. As he did so, he trembled with a silent
imagining of what it would be like to be an enemy of this man.
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Commander Mrith'hele'arana <cmdr_thelea@my-deja.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD][DRAFT] Rough plotline
Date: 2000/01/04
Message-ID: <84s4if$hfv$1@nnrp1.deja.com>#1/1
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars

In article <C2bc4.35011$uj2.1036646@newscontent-01.sprint.ca>,
  "Xtreme Psycho" <xtreme02@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Well I've already posted along with declaring my forces. I've also
 made it
> known that my character has broadcasted first come first served
 alliance.
> Whoever accepts me first gets my help. But one thing also to consider,
> though I've declared all of my forces, I've only broadcasted 30% of my
> forces along with my allegiance.
>

 Nefirea now understood the nature of her penance, of her lover's
soul.. Never having been reincarnated. Vegeance had not been completed.
The true evil had not been dispelled. She had been willing to drown her
soul in blood to reincarnate her lover, but now... She must kill
Gurkha! A thought came to her.. A message.. And offer of allegience.
from this "Xtreme" man. Surely.. Such a primitive fleet couldn't.. Or
could it. She smiled. It didn't matter. Even if his ships were unarmed
barges, they'd still make Gurkha split his fire. She activated the holo-
communications systems on her raised command platform, overlooking the
main bridge level, and lower, the crew pits, of the Lord Krishna,
viewscreen forward, holoprojectors surrounding the hanging platform in
a full, spherical view of surrounding space, two officers standing
there with her, and a series of consoles. Looking into the holo-
projector, she spoke. "I am The Countess Nefirea Valera Lusankya
La'Venture. I will agree to your offer of alliance, unconditionally.
However, I do request that you be prepared to lend assistance to me
against the true threat... Please respond at once, on a general, wide-
area message. Though others can detect it, they cannot localize us,
then, and they can only fear our united strength." The message was
sent, and she grinned. Such a distraction would be perfect for the
primary thrust. The game had begun; blessed be the game of war.
 She called down to the bridge crew, through the hologram of
surrounding space. "All ships, enter hyperspace immedietly and move to
secondary attack coordinates. That transmission will be intercepted,
I'm sure of it, but it's worth the risk."
 Wavering like Shadow Battlecrabs, the Rama Imperial task force spilled
out of realspace.

 The Nefirea

From: "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/05
Message-ID: <8507c5$5m2$1@newsg4.svr.pol.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

<ISS Slaanesh, uninhabited system>

"Ship exiting hyperspace on Intercept course, it's a bulk freighter."
"I know I've been expecting it since shortly after our arrival" was the
reply the communications officer got from the shadowy figure standing at the
aft of the bridge.
"Prepare to decloak, allow our visitors to board" with that Director Rog
turned and left.

<15 minuets later, the Slaanesh's secondary command room>

Rog looked over the datapad detailing the freighters manifest.  Excellent he
though to himself, this would finally give him the ability to strike against
the pathetic would be gods in an effective manner.  Browsing further down
the he noticed the addendum, which almost made him jump for joy -
reinforcements and several more freighters containing equipment like this
one, but he had to work fast if the Obsidian was to be set to work so the
upgrades could be finished before Friday.

Reaching for the his communicator and keying it to the bridge the officers
on it were told to
"Inform the Boyd and his allies that we will join his fleet at the
prearranged co-ordinates on Thursday evening, tell him that we have to
complete some upgrades first,  then scan the system for a planet suitable
for the Obsidian to begin it's work".

As the World Devastator and it's escorts moved towards it's target the first
of Rog's reinforcements flashed out of hyperspace and manoeuvred to join
them.
 

--
Intelligence Director Rog's W-STGOD Forces - The Final Draft.

After extensive analysis of the forces that other people are fielding I
decided to request that Imperial high command send me some reinforcements,
I'm still not going to have an overly large force as hopefully numbers will
be provided by my allies but what I am bringing should be able to stand up
to it's enemies, especially the puny forces of the false gods that have been
posturing lately.
 

--
Order of Battle.

Capital warships;

2 Dominator class star destroyers,
8 Allegiance class light cruisers,
1 World Devastator.

Fighters;

4 wings of Byss Worx SHD-66 "Shadowdroid" class cyborg assault fighters,
2 wings of Cygnus Spacework XM-1 "Gamma" class missile boats.

Ground Troops;

30 Legions of Darktroopers;
40 Legions of Trade Federation "Droideka" class destroyer droids.
3 Legions of Viper X-1 "Automandon" war droids.
2 Legions of  XR85 Tank droids.
1 Company of Chrysalid beasts,
Several squads of special forces (already undercover throughout the galaxy).

--
Technical Specifications and other info.

Fighters;
1 wing = 2 groups, 1 group = 3 squadrons, 1 squadron = 3 flights, 1 flight =
4 fighters.

Ground troops (including mechanised units);
1 legion = 10 companies, 1 company =  10 squads, 1 squad = 10 troops.

--
Names: ISS Slaanesh, ISS Nagash.
Designation: KDY Dominator class star destroyer.
Length: 1.4 Km
Crew: 30,000.
FTL: Aing Ting stardrive, galaxy class hyperdrive.

Weaponry: 40 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 40 Dual Turbolaser Batteries, 20
Dual Ion Cannon, 8 Tractor Beam Emplacements, 4 gravity well generators,
heavy jamming equipment.
Defences: Neutronium armour, layer of suncrusher style ablative armour,
shields comparable to those of an ISD II (shield strength reduced by 30%
when gravity well generators are in use), federation phase cloak.

Fighter complement: 1 Group of SHD-66 "Shadowdroid" class cyborg assault
fighters.
Troop complement:  6 Legions of Darktroopers, 5 Companies of Viper X1
"Automandon" war droids,  3 Companies of XR85 Tank droids.

--
Names: I'll think of them when the TGOD is in progress.
Designation: KDY Allegiance class light cruiser.
Length: 2.2 Km
Crew: 50,000.
FTL: Aing Ting stardrive, galaxy class hyperdrive.

Weaponry: 160 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 80 Turbolaser Batteries, 80 Ion
Cannon, 20 Tractor Beam Emplacements.
Defences: Neutronium armour, multiple layers of suncrusher style ablative
armour, 3x the shields of an ISD II, federation phase cloak.

Fighter complement: None.
Troop complement:  1 Legion of Darktroopers.

--
Name: ISS Obsidian.
Designation: World Devastator.
Dimensions: 3.2 x 1.6 x 1.6 (Km).
Crew: 400,000.
FTL: Aing Ting stardrive, galaxy class hyperdrive.

Weaponry: Currently 400 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, 300 Dual Turbolaser
batteries, 300 Dual Ion Cannon, 200 general purpose warhead launchers, 60
Tractor Beam Emplacements.  Dimensional transporter system.
Defences: Neutronium armour, Multiple layers of suncrusher style ablative
armour, shields comparable to those of a Sovereign class battleship,
federation phase cloak.

Fighter complement: 3 wings of Byss Worx SHD-66 "Shadowdroid" class cyborg
assault fighters, 2 wings of Cygnus Spacework XM-1 "Gamma" class missile
boats.
Troop complement: 10 Legions of Darktroopers, 40 Legions of Trade Federation
"Droideka" class destroyer droids, 1 Company of Chrysalid beasts, 2 Legions
of Viper X-1 "Automandon" war droids, 1.4 Legions of  XR85 Tank droids.

The Obsidian may also create new vehicles during the W-STGOD along with
repairing itself or other vessels if it has access to the necessary
resources.

--
All ships carry enough transport craft to land and recover their troops.
The Aing-Tii stardrive provides instant transportation within 30,00 LY.  All
the capital ships have a layer of ablative armour based on that of the
suncrusher.  It will protect from a hit from an axial superlaser before
becoming useless, the Dominators only have one layer of this armour while
the Allegiances and the World Devastators have multiple layers and could
survive several hits.  All driods have been given a degree of protection
against EMP and Ion cannon based weaponry.  Intelligence Director Rog has a
vial of the luck virus which he obtained from the crew of Red Dwarf during a
recent visit to a parallel universe.
 

</End>

--
Rog

From: "LT.HIT-MAN" <hit_man303@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: [WTOG][NFOR] Begin the countdown
Date: 2000/01/06
Message-ID: <s78o58doj86@corp.supernews.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

The 30 grim cyborg waited for there orders and they waited, they knew that
if some one that there LT.Hit-Man knew found themselve in a bind they'ed go
in and bust them out if needed and so they stood there waiting, knowing that
it was only a matter of time
--
" The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
I'll give you something to cry about! "
LT.Hit-Man

From: ack-man@iname.com (Phong Nguyen)
Subject: [W-STGOD] FINAL RULES
Date: 2000/01/06
Message-ID: <3873edf2.18005059@News.CIS.DFN.DE>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

Final Rules, Quick & Easy

1. Declare all forces, you may *not* bring in more besides your declared
forces.

2. You may build resupply industries, harvest the Gas Giants, etc. You
may not build replacement units, clones or whatnot: supplies and spare
parts only.

3. You may have a reserve force, of course. This must be part of your
declared force.

4. Planatary action limit of 100MT/hr/planet. 

5a. Special weapons that do not conform to physics, such as dimensional
transport weapons will be classified as the vaporization of the target. 

5b. Magical weapons shall be considered as actual physics weapons when
possible, otherwise the above rule is used.

Good Hunting.

From: ack-man@iname.com (Phong Nguyen)
Subject: [W-STGOD] Y2K Compliant Initation Order
Date: 2000/01/06
Message-ID: <38752ad1.13086459@News.CIS.DFN.DE>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

ASSOCIATED PRESS REPORT ON USENET COMMAND AUTHORITY (USEMAD) MEETING
WITH MEMBER FORCES. 

The recent political destabilization of sector alt.startrek.vs.starwars
(ASVS) has recently mandated a Moderation by USEMAD High Command. After
weeks of tense negotiating it appears the squabbling leaders of the
largest military and political forces have agreed to a non-aggression
treaty signed at the conference.

Less than an hour after the treaty signing, two extremely powerful
hostile forces signaled their intent. One party appeared ready to engage
USEMAD forces in direct contempt of the INTERNET/ARPANET Treaty of 20IY,
of which both parties were signatories to. The other party demanded a
general stand down in order to "privately engage" their mortal enemy. 

Long-range packet sensor then detected two large incoming blips
designated November and Golf on approach to the Sol System, center of
USEMAD command. 

The USEMAD mandated cease fire currently in effect will expire at 0000
UTC on 7 Jan 2000. This corresponds to 1900 EST on 6 Jan 2000.
 

To all, good hunting. 

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Y2K Compliant Initation Order
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <B49ADFDA.5705%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

[23:58 Z 6/1/00 - 1 light day outside the solar system]

Boyd Fleet Admiral #9 (henceforth referred to as BFA-9) observed the sensor
station. 2 minutes until the cease fire expired. This far out from the solar
system he was theoretically under USENET protection and could conduct the
battle in safety. Even if someone dared violate USENET directives, there was
still 1/3 of the Grand Alliance Fleet arrayed around him, reserves for the
forthcoming conflict. A few more seconds ticked off on the chronometer.

"Still no contact?"

The sensor officer shook his head. "They're probably still in transit." And
the only way to track them would be to contact the Boyd Knights, but that
would only put their plan at risk.

"Status of our taskforces?"

"Fighters have been deployed, picket lines are in place and all combat
systems are powered up. SWACS are on stand-by."

BFA-9 nodded. Everything was proceeding smoothly. The chronometer reached
23:59. The sensor board showed a sudden flurry of activity.

"Taskforce Mars reports multiple sensor contacts, energy signatures
inconsistent with any known craft. They're detecting fighter launches. The
commodore requests clarification of Rules of Engagement."

Ghurka. About time. Arrived to intimidate the arrogant mortals no doubt.

"is the number of ships consistent with Ghurka's fleet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Send to the commodore: RoE are engage and destroy, effective midnight."

"Aye sir," grinned the comm officer. Memories of the war to destroy the Borg
were fresh in their mind. An easy victory, though one which had taken
considerable time and resources. This would be an altogether different
experience and there were few things Boyds, no matter what their
designation, enjoyed more than fresh experiences.

"Raid 1 is closing with our Taskforce Mars. Estimate weapons range in 50
seconds."

BFA-9 could see that raid one comprised over 1000 fighters. Taskforce Mars
could deploy 10 times that number easily.

The chronometer reached 23:59:30.

"Transmission from Ghurka fleet."

"Ignore it. Analyse the signal to determine origin and make it 'Goliath's
first target."

BFA-9 watched as the last few seconds ticked away and Raid 1 continued
towards Taskforce Mars.

23:59:50

"Fresh fighter launch, designating Raid-2."

23:59:52

"Instruct Taskforce Mars to launch fighters and interceptors. Hold back the
bombers."

11:59:54

"Ghurka fleet accelerating towards Taskforce Mars."

23:59:56

"New contacts, Jupiter orbit. It's another fleet.

23:59:58

"Send Taskforces Mars and Jupiter, prosecute contacts."

00:00:00

BFA-9 slammed hi hand down on the priority comms button. "Wraith Strike,
Wraith Strike, Wraith Strike!"

Throughout the solar system and indeed the rest of the galaxy, the signal
was sent as FTL communications and more importantly as a psychic message.

[Bridge of Ghurka's flagship, on attack vector to Taskforce Mars]

Ghurka spun, warned by a premonition. Faintly, through the bulkheads, he
heard a scream from one of us psychics. A sudden blast knocked him off his
fleet and to the deck. His first officer was not so unlucky. A Viper cloak
fighter had decloaked in the middle of his bridge, reappearing in the space
his first-officer had occupied. The shockwave of air displacement as the
phase cloak had disengaged had knocked most the bridge crew tot heir feet.
Those that were still conscious could see the designation "Ant-One" scrawled
along each side of the fighter. And 2 ominous looking, limbo-black objects
hanging from the Viper's hard-points. The pilot, a Jedi Knight, one of a few
couple who could have hidden on board with his fighter undetected by
Ghurka's psychics waved and hit the remote detonator. Ghurka had barely
summoned enough bluster to order the fighter destroyed when the explosion
engulfed him. 2 1GT bombs exploded, raging plasma fire vaporising the bridge
and much of the surrounding ship.

Throughout Ghurka's fleet, a similar event occurred. The attacks, however,
were not limited to the bridge however. In engineering sections, vital
controls were annihilated and the full raging fury of the black holes that
powered the ships was unleashed. Consuming them from the inside, the black
holes finished the job the Viper pilots had started, disposing of the
remains and depositing them in a nether void, cut off totally from this
universe, for all eternity.

-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

By the time they had diminished from 50 to eight, the other dwarves began to
suspect "Hungry".

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
Message-ID: <3875333E.8033FF21@netzero.net>
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Jonathan Boyd wrote:
> 
> Throughout Ghurka's fleet, a similar event occurred. The attacks, however,
> were not limited to the bridge however. In engineering sections, vital
> controls were annihilated and the full raging fury of the black holes that
> powered the ships was unleashed. Consuming them from the inside, the black
> holes finished the job the Viper pilots had started, disposing of the
> remains and depositing them in a nether void, cut off totally from this
> universe, for all eternity.
> 

Star Marshall Kyle Knopf observed the damage done by his ally from his
flagship the Sub-Light Battleship(SBB) War-Hammer, and grinned in
anticapation.

"Thats it men, lets get moving. Power up our drive, and send the signal
to Dahak to remain fully hidden until we order him into battle."

With that sixty-four battleships raced in to the fray at .85c covered by
hundreds of escorts and with a foward screen of 1,536 fighters. Missiles
began to suddenly flash in to life in the middle of Gurkha's reeling
fleet, each missile anhilated hundreds of fighters and began to crumple
his ships. Return fire was spotty as the fleet tried to recover, but it
was next to impossible as they lost ships upon ships, In total the Star
Marshall lost only a token amount of fighters, and most of those were
accidents as they flew to close to exploding hypermissiles. 

Suddenly a signal went out, "Good work, reform at the rendevous point
and get ready for the next mission." The fleet warships raced away.
"Signal the marines, tell them we'll drop them off before the next
attack starts.

Star Marshall Knopf

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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 < snip >

> Star Marshall Kyle Knopf observed the damage done by his ally from
> his
> flagship the Sub-Light Battleship(SBB) War-Hammer, and grinned in
> anticapation.
> "Thats it men, lets get moving. Power up our drive, and send the
> signal
> to Dahak to remain fully hidden until we order him into battle."
> With that sixty-four battleships raced in to the fray at .85c
> covered by
> hundreds of escorts and with a foward screen of 1,536 fighters.
> Missiles
> began to suddenly flash in to life in the middle of Gurkha's
> reeling
> fleet, each missile anhilated hundreds of fighters and began to
> crumple
> his ships. Return fire was spotty as the fleet tried to recover,
> but it
> was next to impossible as they lost ships upon ships, In total the
> Star
> Marshall lost only a token amount of fighters, and most of those
> were
> accidents as they flew to close to exploding hypermissiles.
> Suddenly a signal went out, "Good work, reform at the rendevous
> point
> and get ready for the next mission." The fleet warships raced away.
> "Signal the marines, tell them we'll drop them off before the next
> attack starts.

 She spoke softly. "They have made us obsolete. They have made us
obsolete..." And she laughed. As hard as she could. "Maintain our
position just outside the heliopause and in hyperspace for now.
Continuing scanning.. I want to watch all of this. If you any of you
sense any of evidence of Gurkha still being alive.. Let me know. If he
isn't... Then I'll feel who I've been searching for... And this quest
of our's that's lasted far to many millenia, will be over. Just to be
safe, though.. Launch all the fighters, but keep them in hyperspace.
I'm going to the observation deck." She turned and walked off the
bridge, chuckling to herself at the disturbing yet wonderful event she
had just seen... It seemed peace was finally her's. The fool, Gurkha...
Oh well. Now was the time to wait and see.

 The Nefirea.

From: "Gurkha" <kynes@choam.org>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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    Gurkha sat, alone, in the meditation chamber aboard the "Carnivore."
    Rear Admiral Droge waited outside with rapt anticipation. It had been several
hours since they existed hyperspace, hidden physically from the mortal ships
by the on-board cloaking devices, and hidden from Nefirea by Gurkha's constant
mental straining.
    The psychics had reported the events with the calm that was typical of those
who could see into the fabric of space-time.
    "They are preparing to engage the false images we are projecting. One of
their primitive telepaths on each fighter is heading for the bridge. They are
self-destructing. The fleet's activity has stopped. They are recalling fighters.
Nefirea's fleet is nowhere to be found, yet, though we sense her unmistakable
presence in hyperspace."
    For hours this had continued, Gurkha patiently masking his forces from the
view of Nefirea. His concern was not for the mortals. None of their technology
had the remotest capability of harming any ship in the fleet; Gurkha's own
god-like backing ensured that even if the ships failed, he could hold the fleet
together via force of will.
    Without warning, he exited his chambers.
    "The Countess has been fooled," he announced calmly. "She will not bother
us for a while. My concentration is no longer required to trick her; she has
tricked herself."
    "Yes sir. Shall I launch attach against the mortal ships, then?"
    "Yes."
    Gunners engaged.
    The entirety of the Boyd fleet was ripped asunder in the initial volley, save
for the Phoenix-class capital ship that Gurkha had ordered avoided. Allies as
well. Each and every ship that has opposed Gurkha exploded, ripped apart by weapons
fire or, in some cases, the commanding officers simply persuaded to initiate the
self-destruct order by the psychic caste on-board.
    Two minutes later, it was over.
    "He is surprised," Gurkha muttered.
    An officer suddenly spoke up. "Registering multiple impacts on the shielding
by a vessel with a primitive cloak. Fighter-class, piloted by primitive psychics.
No damage."
    And then another officer, on the longer-ranged scanners:
    "A small singularity is forming."
    Gurkha smiled. The mortals had no idea that they were only feeding his power
each time they engaged that foolish device.
    "No damage," the officer said a moment later.
    "Very good," Gurkha said.
    A moment later, a small, fragile boy materialized on the bridge. In his eyes,
a look of terror. He was no older than twelve, with ruffled, dark hair and a
misshapen nose.
    Gurkha gestured at him. "Take him to the torture chambers."
    "For interrogation, m'Lord?" one of the guards asked.
    "No," Gurkha said. "Just for torture."
    With that, Gurkha left the bridge to begin planning the true start of the
battle ahead -- the one with the Countess. The mortal fleet who had opposed him
was gone in the first few moments, just as Gurkha said, but the Countess was
still out there, as was the enormous worldship in the corona of the star that
Gurkha felt was... different, somehow.
    Every officer of the bridge knew this as well as Gurkha did, and Rear
Admiral Droge once again noted to himself that he was glad he served under this
man... this God... rather than against him.
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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In article <Pfbd4.6025$406.416284@news1.rdc2.tx.home.com>, "Gurkha"
<kynes@choam.org> wrote:
>     Every officer of the bridge knew this as well as Gurkha did,
> and Rear
> Admiral Droge once again noted to himself that he was glad he
> served under this
> man... this God... rather than against him.

 Softly said were her words. "He's done it again... Masterful. The old
bastard always was tricky." Her words were spoken some three minutes
before Lord Gurkha's ships shredded through the fleets of the Boyd
Collective and it's allies. By the time it was all over, she was on the
bridge, and they were in place. "Leave hyperspace and begin the drop..
Now!" The nine Lord Sivas, the Tesla's Fire, and eighteen Kazakhs, all
that remained of the Golden Horde of millenia past, rippled out of
hyperspace like Shadow Battlecrabs, their hangars open, and all their
landing barges and dropships screeching down through the atmosphere of
Earth below... To the continent of South America. Gurkha's home
continent. The landing barges leveled off at 1km, launching their
Combatcloudcars, Intimidator Hover Battleships, and the regiments of
hover vehicles, followed by most of the power armoured troops in the
legions, in their heavy hover-transports. The dropships landed on the
Nazca plains, using the remnants of the massive Asvin Airbase that had
been there millienia ago to land, and disgorged thousands of troops
into the Andes. A few of the Dropships carrying Commando power armours
came down fast, landing at the ruined fortress of Sascahuaman, and
seizing it in the name of the Rama Star Empire. Within a matter of
minutes, the occupation of that continent, of which only Atlantis had
been a more glorious Asvin holding, was complete. Lord Gurkha would
have to be furious. Nefira smirked. "All ships... Re-enter hyperspace
and begin coordinated evasive manuvering.. Cloak while in hyperspace,
maintain navigation and communication by psychics only. They can sense
the beacons. Once in Hyperspace, launch the Gunships and Recon ships
and have them do the same! Initiate now!" The twenty-eight ships and
the Vimanas that had been launched faded out of reality, into
Hyperspace, and cloaked for double-protection there, as they began to
manuver through the Solar System. The game had begun.

 The Nefirea.

From: Graeme Dice <grdice@home.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <38754C62.59509D92@home.com>
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Gurkha wrote:

>     Every officer of the bridge knew this as well as Gurkha did, and Rear
> Admiral Droge once again noted to himself that he was glad he served under this
> man... this God... rather than against him.
> --
> -The Mighty Gurkha!

From the worldships hiding place deep inside the sun, Lord Graeme threw
his plans into motion.

"Well, chalk up another victory for our illusionists.  Gurkha nas no
idea of the true power he is facing.", commented Lord Graeme.

Pug replied, "He is far too arrogant to see his downfall."

"Has the lifestone been prepared?" Lord Graeme inquired of his
enchanters.

"Yes, your majesty, it has been readied and linked to every member of
Gurkha's forces, including himself."

"Good, now we have our ultimate weapon of destruction.  If Gurkha does
not surrender, then we shall activate the lifestone, irrevocably killing
every being linked to it.  Not even the true god's of Midkemia could
withstand its power, Gurkha will surely perish.  Transmit our
ultimatum."

From the outer rim of the solar system, a massive communications array
sprang into action.  As the ancient communications device was once again
reactivated.  It sent out a message on all known frequencies,
electromagnetic and otherwise.  The message was a simple one. 
"Surrender, Gurkha, or die.  You have one day."

"Activate the universal barrier." stated Lord Graeme.

Upon his command, a large pulsing, humming noise ran through the bowels
of the ship.  An immense array on the surface on the worldship began to
pulsate and emit an eerie green colour.  As the pulsating grew brighter,
the green seemed to envelope the worldship.  Suddenly the pulsating
stopped, and the worldship vanished entirely from view.  A new universe
had been created around the worldship, one that had but one physical
law.  That law was to protect the worldship.

Lord Graeme of Dice

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
Message-ID: <38754D35.47DF7D34@netzero.net>
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Graeme Dice wrote:
>
> Upon his command, a large pulsing, humming noise ran through the bowels
> of the ship.  An immense array on the surface on the worldship began to
> pulsate and emit an eerie green colour.  As the pulsating grew brighter,
> the green seemed to envelope the worldship.  Suddenly the pulsating
> stopped, and the worldship vanished entirely from view.  A new universe
> had been created around the worldship, one that had but one physical
> law.  That law was to protect the worldship.
> 

Incoming signal to Lord Graeme:
It worked, he has no clue that not a single ship of mine was even hurt.
It seems the hyper shields do indeed totaly block all Psychic attacks. I
have even deceived him of the power of my hyper missiles. He does not
know where Dahak is hidden and so will be completely unprepared for the
onslaught.
End signal from Star Marshall Knopf
 

Kyle

From: "Xtreme Psycho" <xtreme02@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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After the deadline was up and all hell broke loose. Jedith Adm. Xtreme
Psycho just watched from his viewscreen. All troops were on battle ready
status. His transport ships were ready to deliver his troops, cyborgs, mechs
and tanks to the Mars surface. 3,000 of his fighters were sent to defend the
transports. Though they weren't needed since they were cloaked in
hyper-subspace. Their mass shadow signatures were hidden to any scanners or
sensors, but there was always a chance of being discovered. The captains of
those ships are instructed to stay hidden until given the word to release
the troops.

The Admiral closed his eyes and began to mentally scan for the scream of the
dying. Smiling, Xtreme opened his eyes and said to his right hand man,
"Captain, send an encrypted tight beam message to the Boyd Collective and
ask them where do they want our ships positioned. Make sure the encrypted
message is bounced around before reaching them. I don't want our enemies to
discover our position."

"Yes Admiral." replied the captain. After half a minute he said. "Message
sent Admiral."

"Good. Now let's wait."

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <3876747D.AFB952@netzero.net>
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Earth,
A blue planet with it's small silver companion. The ground war was
recently ended due to a peace treaty beetween Lord Graeme and Countess
Nefirea. Star Marshall Knopf is aware of his allies treaty and while not
pleased with it will abide by it, for now. But the terms only specified
the end of all conflicts on the ground to save the planet from
destruction. So he has made a decision, he'll starve her out. Massive
warship, rivaled by only Lord Graemes worldship in size, appears and
takes up orbit around the planet, specifically over the continent called
South America. A signal goes out over all bands.

"Countess,this is Star Marshall Knopf. I have this planet under
blockade, only forces of members of the Grand Alliance shall be allowed
entrenance or exit priveliges to this planet. This blockade will be
maintaned until you have relinqueshed your conguered territory or have
been defeated."

So it begins, The Siege of Earth.

On the planet below the inhabitents gasp as a new moon appears in there
skys. This moon is larger then the old one and glows with a bronze sheen
not the silver of Luna. 

"Comm Officer, recall our task force from Titan and order them here to
support us."

"BFA-9, I have begun my planned siege. I will contain the countess,
begin to gather all necessary resources. I have ordered the Colliers in,
they'll rendevous with you at Neptune. Star Marshall Knopf out."

From: ack-man@iname.com (Phong Nguyen)
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <387677ed.3541654@News.CIS.DFN.DE>
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On Fri, 07 Jan 2000 18:19:25 -0500, Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net> wrote:

>"BFA-9, I have begun my planned siege. I will contain the countess,
>begin to gather all necessary resources. I have ordered the Colliers in,
>they'll rendevous with you at Neptune. Star Marshall Knopf out. "

General Nguyen noticed a new blockade fleet. No matter, really, he was
concentrating on Gurkha and was not engaging the Countess. 

From: Strowbridge (strowbridge@home.com)
Subject: Re: [TGOD] Boyd challeges Brother Alpha
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
Date: 2000/01/07


Jonathan Boyd wrote:
>
> Strowbridge strowbridge@home.com wibbled the following:
> >
> > Or just use your enemies. How many Boyd Clones are there?
>
> There should be 1 more once we Grunity you :^)

"First, you got to find me!" Brother Alpha laughed as he heard Boyd and
his empty threats. "Let's see, rats reproduce at a rate of ... " Brother
Alpha starts scribbling on his black board, "minus the toll the cats
will take ... this would be a lot easier if I did this at the King's
place. And a LOT more economical chronologically."

And if by magic he was sitting at the steps of the King, who was at his
other Palace. "He wouldn't mind if I borrowed it for a week, maybe
10,000."

Meanwhile, aboard the 'Carnivore' one of Boyd's Clones was doing at last
minute inspection looking for any traces of Ghurka's troops. While
looking in a hallway he heard the sound of paper ripping as the very
reality of one of the walls seemed to pull apart.

"Squeak!" A lone rat walked timidly towards him.

"That's strange, I was sure there was nothing in this room."

"Squeak!" And another rat was there. "Squeak!" .. "Squeak!" .. "Squeak!"

One of the rats had a medallion attacked to it's leg. The Boyd Clone
reached to picked it up, not realizing it wouldn't the last mistake he
made.

Within seconds Brother Alpha had drained what little life force the
clone had while the rats continued to poor out of the wall. Soon the
hallway was over flowing with the disease ridden vermin.

"March my pretties, by the power of Nikki Cox's silky under things seek
out the one called Boyd and destroy him! Tehe he he! Hey, I just gave my
self an idea. This could just work." As he fades back into the wall.

...

Meanwhile back at the Alliance Fleet.

"Sir, the 'Carnivore' is arriving."

"Excellent. Boyd will be pleased. Move the 'Asgerd' into position for
the ceremony."

The huge hulk of a ship lumbered into position.

"Sir, I can't seem to get the ship on communication, and there's a sorts
of energy spikes throughout the ship. Oh Mon dieu! [That's right, Boyd
uses FRENCH troops] Her FTL engines just powered up."

"Move us out of the way."

"We'll never make it ..."

The 'Carnivore' rammed the mighty Asgerd in a last act of vengeance
racked with problems caused by hundreds of rats eating away at the
circuitry for an extended trip.

...

Meanwhile, back on Earth.

"What do you mean she won't come out of her dressing room? We have a
show to make!"

"But Norm, she said someone came in and stole all her underwear! Hey,
did you just hear high pitch laughter?"

Brother Alpha!

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>        
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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In article <3876747D.AFB952@netzero.net>, Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
wrote:

> "BFA-9, I have begun my planned siege. I will contain the countess,
> begin to gather all necessary resources. I have ordered the
> Colliers in,
> they'll rendevous with you at Neptune. Star Marshall Knopf out."
 

 "They're what!?" The officer briefly paled, but she continued to
speak. "M'lady, a vessel slightly larger than Earth's moon is currently
in orbit, establishing a blockade over South America. Not only that,
but the vessel is wreaking havoc with Earth's orbital mechanics!"
Nefirea made up her mind in a instant. "Leave hyperspace and prepare
for combat. Tesla's Fire is to engage the enemy battlestation with
Bi-Magnetic fire as soon as we leave hyperspae.. Initiate!" The Golden
Horde, twenty eight capital warships, thousands of fighters and support
ships, wavered into reality, bearing down at full acceleration on the
Worldship. The odd-looking Tesla's Fire reach full power, the massive
Tesla coils along it's twin booms reaching maximum charge and firing at
a point next to Kyle's Battlestation, the sphere of drainage engulfing
part of it.. Energy sucked into the rift in reality from that sphere,
shields and weapons drained by incredible forces. Inside the
Battlestation near the edge of the sphere, crewers burst into flames,
parts of the ship were phased in and out of reality, some crewers
instantly finding themselves half inside walls before they died, entire
pieces of the inner structure simply vanishing as reality was torn
apart by the awesome energies produced by a Bi-Magnetic beam weapon.
Still, that secondary damage would have been nothing. The energy
draining was the real killer. The Tesla's Fire didn't have enough
energy to freeze up the entire Battlestation, but it left it drained
and unable to resist the primary attack. To additionally surpress the
Battlestation, the Kazakhs, gunships, recon-ships, and Vimanas began
firing a heavy barrage at the parts of the worldship unaffected by the
Tesla's fire, manuvering as swiftly as possible to avoid counter-fire
and staying at a range of 300,000km. Nine Lord Siva class Command
Astras, their sleek forms nearly plowing into Earth's atmosphere, and
swinging up, oblisk bows pointed towards Kyle's worldship, which was
still under heavy attack by the Tesla's Fire and the rest of the fleet.
 "All Lord Sivas.. Fire Indra's Dart, maximum duration, maximum power!"
The nine ships, in perfect formation, closed with Kyle's Battlestation,
the crackling golden energy lanced from four points in the fuslages of
each ship, then along the edges of the oblisks, while a ninth beam went
along the center. At the tip of the oblisk, they met, and formed into a
sphere of energy.. Before lancing out as a single beam from each ship
towards Kyle's Battlestation. The beams slammed hard against the
failing shields, and they held, somehow. One.. Two.. Three.. Four..
Five.. For five seconds they held, and then the shields overloaded and
collapsed. Instantly, the beams hit the armour, punching through...
Six.. Seven... The beams ceased firing. They'd split the Battlestation
through with pure firepower, the Indra's Darts putting nine holes
through the Battlestation from one side to the other, and sending the
craft spinning away from Earth at slightly faster than escape velocity,
the lesser ships ceasing to fire... And the Countess Nefirea grinning a
predatory grin, as Kyle's massive Battlestation broke into sixteen
different chunks, all of them still spinning away from Earth at a speed
that would send them into a solar orbit in a week or two. Still, she
couldn't help but admire the station. Nine full powered blasts from
Indra's Dart. One could destroy an unshielded planet, or punch through
planetary shields with enough energy left over to leave a crater the
size of Australia in the planet.. And yet it had taken nine such beams
to split the Battlestation into those sixteen pieces, and they'd barely
done the job. Still, they had to get out of here.. Fast. "Kyle's fleet
will arrive in firing range in thirty seven seconds, and it's forty
nine seconds until we can fire our Indra's Darts again at even minimal
power.. All ships.. Form up for a Spacefold operation!" The Kazakhs and
the Tesla's Fire, Vimanas, gunships, reconships staying close to their
hulls, shields on many vessels badly depleted, some from draining
shield energy to their weapons for extra punch against the
superstation, but luckily the Vimanas had been manuverable enough to
avoid fire, and all ships were intact. As Kyle's fleet prepared to
engage them, a white sphere of energy engulfed Nefirea's fleet,
twisting reality as they executed a Hyperfold in orbit of Uranus, just
in time to avoid fire from the rest of Kyle's fleet. That done, all the
ships engaged their cloaks, and split up, navigating and communicating
by psychics. They had strict orders to not fire upon the Boyd
Collective... But the crazy commander of that Worldship had crossed the
line with his blockade, and Nefirea had just demonstrated the firepower
of her fleet.

 The Nefirea

From: "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <8556jm$aiu$2@news8.svr.pol.co.uk>
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Phase cloaked and holding position with Boyds Mars taskforce Rog witnessed
the attack by Gurkhas forces, already knowing not to believe what his eyes
told him and how unlikely it was that Gurkha could do any real damage - no
matter what he believed.  Not intervening he only sent one signal to Gurkhas
fleet, one that, undetectable to the pompous fool it activated Rog's
intelligence assets on those ships.

--
Rog

From: "Rog" <rog2@slaanesh.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <8556jo$aiu$3@news8.svr.pol.co.uk>
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In orbit of Mars a fleet of eight light cruisers disengaged their phase
cloaks, they had been in that state for several hours during which time
their crews had witnessed the apparent destruction of both Gurkha and Boyd.
Their commander however knew better than to trust his eyes on such matters
and that on the planet below the key to his victory lay.

On the surface of the red planet the panic that you would normally associate
with the appearance of several heavily armed capital ships had failed to
materialise, the reason being that Mars's populace was currently being
address over the planetary comm net.

"Once again I congratulate you on your foresight, by becoming our allies you
have secured a safe future for your world.  Together we will strike back at
the forces that have endangered our homes and when they are vanquished build
a better future for all mankind".  A wave of applause swept the planet as
Rog brought his transmission to a close.
"Rather poetic don't you think" he remarked to Captain Dahran.
"Yes sir, but how did you know that they would be receptive to your
advances".
"Intelligence personnel have been on the surface for several weeks now,
convincing both the people and their leaders that allying with us was their
best choice".
"Certainly better than an invasion by Gurkha or Nefirea."
"Precisely, they have gained everything and lost nothing.  We have given
them protection, the technology to construct advanced planetary defences and
even allowed them to remain self governing all for the price of letting us
garison a few troops here."
A smile appeared on the Intelligence director's face.
"And do you know what is best of all, to take this planet from me any enemy
forces will have to fight 3 billion armed and loyal Imperial citizens, an
amount that will swamp almost any invasion force."
"Anyway we have business to attend to elsewhere, organise our defences and
jump the remainder of the fleet to location gamma 5".

The captain on his return to the bridge signalled 4 of the 8 Allegiances to
take up defensive formation around the planet.  Each cruiser present would
deploy their legion of Darktroopers on to the planet along with those from
three of the bulk freighters in their reserve force.  Waiting just long
enough to watch the Martians raise their new planetary shield and begin to
conduct tests with the heavy turbolasers now installed on their space docks
Captain Dahran ordered the ships to jump to hyperspace.

In his secondary command room Rog prepared a message to the Grand Alliance
fleets requesting more ships and troops to defend Mars and a second message
to all ships in the Sol system, stating that Mars was now closed to any
force that had hostile intentions towards any alliance members.

--
Rog

"Remember, frag everything that isn't you"
ASVS Mastermind Website: www.Slaanesh.Freeserve.co.uk/quiz.htm
 

From: "Gurkha" <kynes@choam.org>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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    The Carnivore was, in some respects, a ship of utter horrors. Though its
bridge was clean and its officers trained in the minutiae of military protocol,
there was one level of the ship that no one but Security ever ventured to, and
even then, only when ordered.
    Level 23.
    The Torture Chambers.
    That is where the young creature that had teleported onto the bridge not
long ago was taken now. Or rather, had been teleported, by Gurkha. It was a
feat not many knew he was capable of, but using enough concentration, each
atom in a structure could be broken down to its individual superstrings, strung
together and pulled to a location at the speed of light, or even through
hyperspace. Once pulled to the desired location, the strings were broken down,
reassembled, and the teleportation was complete.
    Gurkha, in a private conversation with Droge once, had called it a "bothersome"
procedure.
    The young child was all that was left of the Boyd Collective. Gurkha had,
after all, not wasted time on transporting every single being in the Collective.
Rather, to save effort, he had endowed a single small child with the mind of
the Collective, broken contact by force with every other member, and moved the
child here.
    The child was bodily led down the halls by the rough forces of security.
Though he had the body of a child, in his mind was pure rage: "Gurkha is no
God! Who is he to do this to us?! Surely, this is some sort of trick! I'll
show him! DAMN, DAMN IT ALL!"
    A door in the dark hallway slid open and security motioned to the boy. The
interior of the revealed room was no larger than a telephone booth, and had
very little room to stand. The floor had an opening in it, with a glowing green
liquid sloshing over the sides. The guards pushed him in and the door slid
shut.
    The boy yelped in panic and rage. He fell feet-first into the cylinder of
the liquid, which he could see now was only ten feet deep and four feet across.
He quickly fell deeper and, struggling to breathe, lost consciousness... his
last thought being a wonderment at why they would simply resort to drowning
him.
    The security guards reported back to Lord Gurkha:
    "The boy is submerged in the artificial reality chamber. His hallucinations
will begin any moment; full universe simulation mode. For a twist, he has even
been given full knowledge of his chamber, that he might hallucinate and think
to escape it."
    "Very good," Gurkha said, and returned to his tactical display.
    The next curiosity: The Worldship.
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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Commander Thelea wrote:
>  The game had begun.
> 

Six divisions of Fifth Imperium Marines landed under the cover of total
darkness. With there supporting forces of a Battalion of Light Tanks and
a single Company of Heavy Tanks begin a lightening war of inhuman
manuver and devestating strikes. They struck like thunder at the Nazca
plains, destroying 20% and injuring 60% of the ground forces before
withdrawing and leaving the disarrayed forces to try to learn what had
happened, Thry had never seen anything like some of the troops had been
bodily sent in to hyper space, others had been shredded by relativistic
darts and still more had been burst like water balloons as energy beams
ripped apart there molecular bonds. The building and fortifactions hit
by the Tanks main armaments had erupted in nuclear explosions as the
heavy energy guns mounted on them had destroyed the very atomic bindings
holding them together.

Next they struck at Sascahuaman completing the destruction of the
fortress and devsasting the forces placed there, over 40% destroyed and
another 35% injured. They then withdrew as fast as they could determined
to meet up with the forces under Phongs command.

Kyle

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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 < snip >

> They then withdrew as fast as they could determined
> to meet up with the forces under Phongs command.
> Kyle

 The general of Nefirea's ground forces was anything but inconpetent.
The psychics who used the Commando power armour had caused the
attackers at Sascahuaman to hallucinate their deaths and the
destruction of the fortress, and now those Commandos had boarded the
tanks and taken control of them, their crews slaughtered.. And the
tanks promptly opened up on the Fifth Imperium Marines' Divisions.
Hitting hard, and with surprise on their side, the Battalion and the
Company attacked the two rearguard divisions of the force, slaughtering
them with their anti-personnel weaponry, any vehicles taken out by the
heavy weaponry. Then they fled at maximum speed back towards
Sascahuaman... As one nuclear, 500 kiloton cruise missile was launched
from each of four Intimidator Hover Battleships. Each one detonated at
the center of one of the tightly packed fleeing divisions, the fireball
and supersonic shockwave rose, instantly slaughtering 80% of the troops
in each division, and leaving the other 20% injured, from radiation,
overpressure, and EM-pulse. Meanwhile, the troops at the Nazca plains
had taken heavy losses, but they were only a secondary force with none
of Nefirea's armoured vehicles, and the vehicles and primary groups of
power armoured troops were currently seizing and occupying all cities
and towns with populations of greater than 10,000 in South America. The
enemy could nuke them, but only if they were willing to kill millions.
 

 The Nefirea

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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> Meanwhile, the troops at the Nazca plains
> had taken heavy losses, but they were only a secondary force with none
> of Nefirea's armoured vehicles, and the vehicles and primary groups of
> power armoured troops were currently seizing and occupying all cities
> and towns with populations of greater than 10,000 in South America. The
> enemy could nuke them, but only if they were willing to kill millions.
> 

Nice try, The Marines got up and rushed on towards the safety of Phongs
artillery. (Read my force declaration each of my marines can take a
nearby megaton range explosion and it takes a 5 megaton direct hit to
penetrate my heavy tanks armor). Also my marines were not tightly packed
they were spread out over several dozen miles and equiped witht he best
ECM and ECCM available to a civiliztion over 100,000 years old who had
been at war with an unrelanting enemy for the entire length of its
existence. 

Watching as the decoy's are slaughtered the boobytrapped disguied bombs
hidden with in the fake tanks detonate destroying all the commandoes.
Star Marshall Knopf then orders all marines and Tanks to concentrate all
fire power on the nearest South American town full of troops and fire a
short burst. They do so and the town goes up in a giant fireball of over
60 megatons, slaughtering all within, soldier and civilians. The Fifth
Imperium understands that they can not allow hostages to sway they're
planning and prove it with that bombardment. The rapidly moving forces
now reach the hidden sanctuary of the Grand Alliances Command Center
fully secure from all spy systems. Umfortunately as he reviews his
casualties Star Marshll Knopf Relaze that he has taken over a battalions
worth of caualties, to costly. From now on, now more lone raids it's
time for a combined offensive.

From: Graeme Dice <grdice@home.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <38755A03.891B903@home.com>
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Commander Thelea wrote:
> Meanwhile, the troops at the Nazca plains
> had taken heavy losses, but they were only a secondary force with none
> of Nefirea's armoured vehicles, and the vehicles and primary groups of
> power armoured troops were currently seizing and occupying all cities
> and towns with populations of greater than 10,000 in South America. The
> enemy could nuke them, but only if they were willing to kill millions.
> 
>  The Nefirea

Readying the landing boats, Lord Graeme's troops began their quick drop
to the planet's surface.  There they disembarked, and regrouped to begin
their charge.  A million troops had been allocated for each and every
city that the countess had taken control of.  Hefting their weapons
high, Lord Graeme's inhuman soldiers lept forwards, slaughtering all
resistance.

A heavily armed main battle tank division made a vain attempt to stop
the berserking warriors.  It was simply hacked to pieces by thousands of
soldiers.  They pried open the tanks and decapitated the soldiers
inside.  Moving on, Graeme's troops managed to retake 30% of the cities
on the continent, having being beaten back at severe losses to the
countess' forces in the other cities.

Summoning Lord Vlad, Graeme ordered him to reanimate the bodies of the
soldiers that had died for their cause.  As Vlad worked his terrible
dark magics, the Countess' troops were horrified to find the soldiers
that they had defeated only hours before rising from the ground and once
again advancing on their positions.  They were even more shocked to find
their own dead comrades turning on them, shambling along mindlessly,
completely ignoring all weapons fire.

Lord Graeme of Dice
If everyone is simply going to use illusions to say that something never
happened, then I am going to simply throw your own dead troops back in
your face.

From: Strowbridge <strowbridge@home.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <38758563.E45AAA36@home.com>
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Graeme Dice wrote:
> 
> Summoning Lord Vlad, Graeme ordered him to reanimate the bodies of the
> soldiers that had died for their cause.  As Vlad worked his terrible
> dark magics, the Countess' troops were horrified to find the soldiers
> that they had defeated only hours before rising from the ground and 
> once again advancing on their positions.  They were even more shocked 
> to find their own dead comrades turning on them, shambling along 
> mindlessly, completely ignoring all weapons fire.

Meanwhile from inside his bunker Brother Alpha watched the battle
progress with a small rat scurrying about his feet. 

"Hehehe!" High pitched laugher rang out. "Undead, undead, I certainly
can take advantage of this." The deranged one hobbled from from his
looking glass and order one of his minions, "Fetch me 'The Cultes Des
Ghouls' my faithful servant!"

The only response was "Squeak."

"By all that is fragrant and pleasant to the touch fetch me my tome!"

"Squeak!"

"That's it," Brother Alpha shouted as he brought his cane upon the
creature. It glowed brightly a few times then stopped as the last of the
life was drained from the rat. "Next time I'm going to bring some more
helpful servants."

After briefly consulting his tome Brother Alpha set at work creating a
fine powder. "Just a sec to consult the 'Gran Albere' there it is,
weather manipulation. That should do the trick."

...

Back at the battle the clouds turned dark and the winds grew strong. A
sudden sand storm ravaged the area causing the undead horde just
summoned to fall, twitching helplessly. Or so it would seem. Moments
later the horde rose, stronger, faster and much more dangerous than
before. Lord Graeme will be pleased.

Brother Alpha

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/06
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> Lord Graeme of Dice
> If everyone is simply going to use illusions to say that something
> never
> happened, then I am going to simply throw your own dead troops
> back in
> your face.
 

 The General was rather furious. "We lost two regiments of hover
vehicles to the latest assault... And two entire legions of Power
Armoured troops. Counter attack Immedietly.. With the Hover Battleships
and Combat Cloudcars!" 576 Hover Battleships moved into action, CIWS
plasma cannon firing at Graeme's troops, Anti-tank particle cannon
shots exploding in flak bursts that vapourized hundreds of troops a
shot, and massive volleys of hundreds of unguided rockets turned his
men into chips of flesh and bone, as the floating battleships,
flying-tops decorated in battle pendants, flags flying, sailed serenly
through Graeme's troops, firing 0.5 kiloton shells from their railguns,
their shields protecting them from counterattack, the awakened undead
blown into microscopic bits by the awesome amount of firepower expended
by the Hover Battleships during their counter attack. Some 18 megatons
worth of energy was used by the armoured, shielded, and armed monsters,
accelerating at incredible speeds and changing altitude effortlessly,
moving in sweeping turns to corner and slaughter thousands, then tens
of thousands of troops, finally, hundreds of thousands of dead, the
Hoverbattleships routed the enemy, forcing their retreat into the
Amazon Jungles of Brazil and regaining control of the cities.
Immedietly, they began to remove the populations, sending them into the
massive network of Asvin caves that stretched under the Andes and was
imprevious to even orbital bombardment, followed by the surviving Power
Armoured troops, while the armoured vehicles and Hover Battleships,
supported by close-in defence groups of power armour voulunteers to
defend against Commando raids, guarded the entrances, while to Power
Armoured troops prepared firing positions for some of the vehicles
inside the massive network of caves. Nefirea's troops had turned the
Andes Mountain Range into a single massive fortress, thanks to the
anti-bombardment tunnels dug by her arch-enemies around fourteen
millenia before.
 

 The Nefirea

From: Graeme Dice <grdice@home.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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Commander Thelea wrote:
> 
<snip>

> Nefirea's troops had turned the
> Andes Mountain Range into a single massive fortress, thanks to the
> anti-bombardment tunnels dug by her arch-enemies around fourteen
> millenia before.

Upon his mighty worldship, Lord Graeme made his decision, one that would
change the balance of power in this solar system.  "Begin a full-scale
invasion of the Earth," he ordered.

"Are you sure about this?" inquired his high commanders.

"Absolutely, we must not let this planet fall into enemy hands."

With this order, the massive military machine of the worldship sprang
into action.  Thirty billion of the fourty billion troops aboard the
ship boarded their transport ships.  The massive shuttles fired their
engines, and began their descent to the surface of the planet.  The
citizens were amazed to see their sky blackened by the approaching
ships.  The ships landed in every major political and population centre
on the planet, where the troops quickly took control of the world's
governments.

"Now we will see how long the Countess can wait in her fortress.  She
may have won the battle, but I have won this war."

Thus began the occupation of the Earth.

(In short, I'm smart enough to try and avoid getting caught by geurilla
warfare.  You'd have to wipe out millions of people to get rid of my
troops now.)

Graeme Dice
-- 
"Peace is merely a temporary ceasefire in the neverending war that
encompasses the universe."
--Paraphrased from one of the Robotech Invid novels.

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
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Date: 2000/01/06
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> "Now we will see how long the Countess can wait in her fortress.
> She
> may have won the battle, but I have won this war."
> Thus began the occupation of the Earth.

 Nefirea was in psychic contact with her general on the surface. "You
are to begin raids for collecting replicators at once. After that is
done, since the cities of South America have been evacuated.. Annilate
the enemy forces on the continent with nuclear devices." That was the
mental order, and it was acknowledged. Immedietly, the Scouting Mecha,
held in reserve until now, left the confines of the fortress, using
their stealth systems to steal thousands of replicators, carried in
their large hands, that could support the civilian population of South
America, and then escaped back into the Andes megafortress. A few times
they ran into patrols of Graeme's troops, but annilated them without
loss. After that operation had been completed, Nefirea's general on the
surface gave the orders for a nuclear strike. No less than 120 500
kiloton nuclear cruise missiles were launched, each one set to detonate
so that the fireball would barely be an airburst, the bottom of it
stopping only ten meters above the surface. They streaked in towards
the 120 largest cities in South America, south of the Panama canal, and
detonated, annilating millions of Graeme's troops who'd occupied those
cities, a total of sixty megatons expended. As the fireballs faded,
Nefirea, from the bridge of the Lord Krishna, sent a telepathic message
to Graeme. "I'm offering you this only once.. We maintain a cease-fire
on the planet Earth to avoid further casulties and damage to that
world. I will control the South American continent, up as far as the
Panama canal, and you might have all the rest of the world, except a
small area in Pakistan around one of the Rishi cities, which I ask that
you defend for me. I have no desire to fight you anymore than I already
have. To do so will just mean millions more dead on both sides.. It is
your choice." As she sighed briefly, at using the necessary strength to
send that message, she turned back to her bridge crewers.. particuarly,
the overworked psychics. "What is the status of the Boyd Collective's
fleet?" One responded, a cool, composed woman who had a faint smirk.
"As I had predicted, m'lady... Two thirds of the Boyd Collective's
fleet was destroyed. We're one hundred percent sure of this.. There's
no chance for any tricks there. However, somehow, the Boyds have
managed to deceive Lord Gurkha, in believing the collective has been
wiped out, when one third of the fleet, and it's flagship, lays beyond
the system in wait." Nefirea smiled slowly. "Perfect.. We will allow
the Boyd Collective to strike back on an unsuspecting Lord Gurkha.. And
then we, too, shall dive and slash like Condors down upon him. Victory
is now assured...!"

 The Nefirea

From: Graeme Dice <grdice@home.com>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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Commander Thelea wrote:
> 
> Nefirea smiled slowly. "Perfect.. We will allow
> the Boyd Collective to strike back on an unsuspecting Lord Gurkha.. And
> then we, too, shall dive and slash like Condors down upon him. Victory
> is now assured...!"
> 
>  The Nefirea

Lord Graeme responded to the telepathetic message with a simple
response.  "As long as you do not attack my troops, I will not attack
yours.  There will be peace in our time."

Graeme Dice

I just had to add that last line in.

From: "Gurkha" <kynes@choam.org>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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    While Gurkha meditated in his private quarters to best decide how to
handle the assault against Nefirea, Rear Admiral Droge had the bridge of
the Carnivore.
    The main holo display showed the stellar system full-size. Lord
Gurkha had instructed his crew to monitor the situation on Earth only for
now; the apperance of Lord Graeme of Dice seemed to have changed things
somewhat. Their ground troops were limited in number, making it neigh-
impossible to engage the Dice troops in conventional warfare.
    A psychic on-board spoke up.
    "Admiral Droge, sir," she said.
    "Yes, Navigator?"
    "I sense a disturbance outside the Solar system."
    Droge cocked an eyebrow.
    "What sort of disturbance?"
    "It is interesting. I believe... yes, the computer is confirming my
initial thoughts. It is a small fleet of Boyd ships. They are waiting
out-system."
    "That's all?" Droge asked. "Waiting?"
    "For now."
    Lord Gurkha would have to be informed, Droge resolved. If he was paying
particular attention to the events on the bridge, he may already know... but it
was impossible to know. Droge would inform him as soon as the opportunity arose.
    "What of the other fleets deployed in this system?"
    The psychic responded, "They appear to be inactive. It would appear that all
the active fleets are focusing primarily on ground combat at this point. A treaty
has been reached on Earth, as you know, so this condition is not expected to
continue."
    "What of the Knopf fleet? Any explanation as to the strange transmissions?"
    "None, sir. Aside from the message transmitted to Lord Graeme, detailing the
fact that they were unharmed, no further communication has been noted. Their ground
forces are on Earth, however, mostly dead."
    That was quite a conundrum. Shortly after the creation of the mini-universe near
the corona of the star in this system, a message from the commander of the Knopf
fleet had told Lord Graeme that their ships "totally blocked all Psychic attacks"
and that Lord Gurkha did not know "the power of my hyper missiles." It was an odd
transmission, since only the Boyd fleet had so far been fired upon. It would be
explained some other time, no doubt.
    Rear Admiral Droge then activated a comm channel to Security.
    "This is RA Droge. How is the Boyd being responding to the simulated
universe?"
    "So far he's still inert, sir," the reply came back. "We expect his brain
functions to re-activate in just a few hours; six to seven, actually. He's
definitely alive, he just hasn't... woken yet."
    Droge nodded. As it should be. "As soon as he does, Lord Gurkha has requested
a log of the highlights of his thoughts. Any perceived escapes by him or
hallucinations that the events since our arrival in this system were unreal would
be of particular note; you are authorized to notify me personally in case of that.
Otherwise, your daily reports will suffice."
    "Yes sir." The transmission ended.
    A young lieutenant by the name of Andrew Metzroth turned in his chair to face
Droge.
    "Pardon, sir, but I have a question which may be relevant to my duties."
    Droge nodded. "What are your duties, Lieutenant Metzroth?"
    "I supervise the operation of the ship's heavy weaponry."
    "And what is your query?"
    "How can the Boyd collective still exist, if Lord Gurkha," and with that the
Lt. became a bit nervous, "unified their consciousness into a single will and
took it to, er, took him... to... Deck 23?"
    Droge paled a bit. No one liked to talk about Deck 23.
    "It is my best guess, Lieutenant, that the Boyd collective in its current
state is lacking a unity, a sense of purpose. The beings are still biologically
alive but unlikely to act in any significant fashion. Think of a group of ants
devoid of their queen."
    Lt. Metzroth nodded. "Thank you, sir."
    "Think nothing of it, Lieutenant."
--
-The Mighty Gurkha!

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
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[Author's note - I request that Ghurka's post be declared non-canon. We had
no illusion in the Thanksgiving thread and it just eliminates the point of
having rules. This is supposed to be a more serious thread. I f people are
just going to ignore what happens to them just because they don't like it,
then nothing's ever going to happen. I killed Ghurka fair and square.

[Alliance Fleet, outside Solar System]

To say that Boyd was pissed was a gross understatement. It had been
centuries since anyone had dared send illusion ships against the Boyd. It
was not a surprise that Ghurka had attempted to destroy the Alliance fleet
once his real fleet had arrived. It was an unfortunate set-back, but not a
crippling one. All those vessels equipped with phase cloaks had survived, as
had the ones with jump-gate generators. They had fled to safety and
regrouped with the reserve fleet outside the system. BFA-9 checked the force
listing. All of Intelligence Director Rob's ships, every Boyd ship (the only
ones present in Taskforces Mars and Jupiter had been cloak or jump gate
ships) had survived. Those of his allies in the other taskforces, Taskforces
Mercury, Uranus, Earth, Saturn and Neptune had all survived and had formed
up with the reserves. That fool Ghurka had actually considered the 2
taskforces he had encountered, to be a fleet. No matter now.

"Status?"

"All ships are combat ready. We can go in at any time." The fleet was eager
for vengeance.

"Not until we get the signal..." Though thoroughly angered at Ghurka's
dishonourable actions, Boyd was disciplined enough to show restraint. To
lose one's temper, was to lose the war.

[Deck 23 of the Carnivore]

To say that Boyd Master 35 was pissed was even more of an understatement. In
order to fully deceive Ghurka, it had been necessary for him to arrive on
his ship, providing the illusion that the Collective had been unified into a
single being. The fact that a single clone's thoughts were so powerful as to
appear to be an entire race, numbering well into the trillions was amusing
to him, but not sufficiently so to take away his anger at seeing the total
incompetence of Ghurka as a torturer. Torture, under the Boyd Collective,
had developed as an art form, studied and appreciated by many. From the
being known as Sheppard, they had learnt much and the most promising
students were sill sent to study under at Hit-man's Academy. To have to
endure torturers that were so lacking in school and art was the most
irritating thing to any Boyd. At least he'd soon be able to give him a
lesson in person.

The Universe Simulation was just beginning. Boyd had known Ghurka would
attempt this and was fully prepared. Deception was impossible. Especially
since he was still linked to the Collective, unknown to Ghurka. The psychic
links were undetectable to those who were not of the Boyd. He could hear him
gloating and feel his life-force, ticking slowly away. The rate was
infinitesimally small compared to humans, but it was there. Ghurka was
mortal indeed. And mortals could be killed. Or maimed. Or tortured. Time to
open with something dramatic, show this 'god' what real power was.

A flare of light blinded Ghurka as he reached for the simulator
environmental controls. Staggering backwards and shielding his eyes, he was
able to open them again after several seconds. The light, however had not
abated and he was forced to squint to see anything. Bolts of energy arced
from the pod hold Boyd, lancing out at control panels and power conduits.
There was an almighty bang as every light on the ship blew-out from the
sudden overload of power. Waves of blue fire streamed from Boyd's position,
sweeping round the room, creeping up the walls and surrounding Ghurka,
making him break into rivulets of sweat. A raging wind erupted, blowing with
the fury of a hurricane, smashing Ghurka against the wall and ripping
equipment from the walls. It was happening too fast and without sufficient
explanation for Ghurka to counter any of it.

Then it stopped. The light vanished, replaced with an oppressive darkness.
The fire was gone, replaced by an icy presence. Ghurka could feel the
temperature plummet and the air began to turn liquid around him, then
finally solid, sealing him in.

Once again, it stopped. The temperature and returned to normal and there was
light. An unearthly glow from a rod 1m in length. Crimson it was, burning
with an inner fire that put the Cracks of Doom to shame. 2 smaller glows
appeared, round and higher, but also flickering with flame. Ghurka heard the
grin in his mind. A malevolent presence, clawing at the recesses of that
inner-most sanctum, prying his thoughts apart and dissecting them, before
discarding them, spent and useless. The presence vanished, having learnt all
that was required.

"Your screams will be the trumpet that sounds our victory" the Boyd before
him whispered, before everything went away.

Ghurka found himself lying in the centre of a circle composed of psychics.
Not his own, but those of te Countess. She hovered above them, staring down
at Ghurka.

"The price was worth paying. Our quarrel shall never be with Boyd for this,"
she whispered, before striking. The vengeance of millennia was about to be
wrought and Ghurka could not stop her this time.
-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

All Scottish food is based on a dare.

From: Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <000b8d9b.aae56a47@usw-ex0102-011.remarq.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

In article <B49B9D7C.5823%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>, Jonathan Boyd
<jonathan@jboyd.co.uk> wrote:
> [Author's note - I request that Ghurka's post be declared
> non-canon. We had
> no illusion in the Thanksgiving thread and it just eliminates the
> point of
> having rules. This is supposed to be a more serious thread. I f
> people are
> just going to ignore what happens to them just because they don't
> like it,
> then nothing's ever going to happen. I killed Ghurka fair and
> square.

 ( A fleet scale illusion is a capability of one of the Rama or Asvin
genetically engineering super-beings. With just a few dozen of them,
the otherwise equal Rama Star Empire brought the Asvin Star Empire to
it's knees until they introduced a planet destroying weapon. Then they
turned the tide until Rama introduced it's on, the Asvins started
loosing ground again, and they finally copied the genetic
engineering/psychic enhancement/nanite system for creating those
beings, and from then on the war was a total annilation slugfest that
lasted two millenia. Asvins and Rama Imperials are not nice people. )
 

> [Deck 23 of the Carnivore]
> "The price was worth paying. Our quarrel shall never be with Boyd
> for this,"
> she whispered, before striking. The vengeance of millennia was
> about to be
> wrought and Ghurka could not stop her this time.

 Her own psychic powers straining to contain Gurkha's, her people
adding their own, sometimes meager, sometimes fairly strong powers to
aid that task, she spoke again. "I thought you should know, Gurkha...
You're sitting on the primary maintaince hatch to the forward
Artificial Quantum Singularity reactor core. Of course, the force
shields and anti-grav equipment below would protect the ship.. Even
with the hatch open." Gurkha, for once, didn't talk. He just moved...
in a blur to anyone but Nefirea, who brought a core-gem (Gems made from
the diamond core of a rare Gas Giant where the core was
super-compressed into an earth sized diamond, and then it collided with
another planet and was ripped apart.) studded glove into Gurkha's face
with enough strength to shatter the hull of a starship. He fell back,
his face already beginning to heal, but it was to late for that.
Nefirea nodded to the Lord Krishna's Chief Engineer, and the woman
activated several controls... The hatch slid open.. and Gurkha fell
through the containment.. And into a Black Hole. (Incidently, because
every 73.7 years they have to replace the Artificial Quantum
Singularity, that's why they have that hatch. For maintaince on the
chamber while they're in dock, re-coring the ship.) Nefirea tossed her
head back, crying out in almost obscene pleasure to the gods of her
homeworld, and then lowered her head, calm again, mismatched eyes
sweeping over her arrayed psychics, silent, as she turned away, heading
back to her bridge, and speaking softly. "In a matter of hours, his
presence will clear.. And then I shall sense that lovely spirit,
wherever it is.. And I will be re-united with the one whom I have loved
through two lives and a thousand ages.. And it shall be finished. I'll
be in quarters. Take up a defensive position around Earth... Should
anyone attack Graeme's forces in such a manner as to harm civilians,
alert me and attack their fleet. I will not have anyone killing the
reincarnation of my lover before we are reunited.. I'm sure Boyd will
understand that, as a favour. As for Gurkha's fleet.. Well.. His
commanders are probably so frightened of him they aren't capable of
independant action." She laughed softly, and entered one of the lifts.

 The Nefirea

From: Kyle <kylejk@netzero.net>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <387650BA.D3F4B1E1@netzero.net>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

Commander Thelea wrote:
> She laughed softly, and entered one of the lifts.
> 
>  The Nefirea
> 

Well, well, well. Ghurkha's gone. I do believe its time for my task
force to do some anhilating. And with that Task Force Dahak One under
Star Marshall Knopf went to full power and and raced towards the
confused Asvin ships and continued to close till they were in energy
range, and protected by there hyper shields from Psychic detection began
to fire. thousands of massive beams of pure ravaging Gravitonic forces
beagn to rip at the ships. Each beam destroyed the atomic bindings
holding the ship together and each Asvin ship began to go up in the
titanic forces of nuclear fission. Racing away at full speed the
lightely damaged ships with the only losses beibg the SBB Axe-God, two
SCA were crippled and abandoned to be scuttled, and 24 SDDs were lost.
Small losses, an Achultaani fleet of comparable sizes would have
anhilated the miniscule ships. Now they took of ar full speed fleeing
towards the moon of titan.

Star Marshall Knopf

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <B49C28C6.591D%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

[Alliance Fleet]

The remains of Ghurka's fleet were indeed as crippled as the Countess
believed, as Boyd was about to prove. 10 Carriers escorted by 60
Assassin-cass corvettes, 2 Drako battlecruisers and 30 Nova destroyers were
clearing the Alliance fleet and preparing to jump to lightspeed. 20
Deathsgrip FTL negators escorted by 40 Deathscreams and 200 Mangles had also
formed up in 4 groups, in a tetrahedral formation. At a command from BFA-9,
they jumped.

[Ghurka Fleet]

Pursuing Star Marshall Kyles forces, the fleet had lost its formation there
were collisions from shock as a result of seeing the Alliance Fleet drop out
of hyperspace to engage them. Immediately the Alliance Deathgrips powered up
their negators. Recognising the danger, the captains of Ghurka's remaining
capital ships ordered an all out attack on a single group of 4 they were
already hurtling towards.

2000 fighters blasted towards the Deadthgrips furthest from the sun,
followed by the capital ships. The Alliance fleet was already launching
fighters to engage them. The carriers alone were launching 4320 fighters of
varying classes, holding back 1/4 of their force in reserve. 144 fighters
from each fighter, TIE Defenders for fleet defence, held back as the rest
blazed of, all of them racing for the fighter grade weaponry wasn't powerful
enough to stop the cap-ships. That would be left to someone else.

As Ghurka's fighters reached weapons range of the Deathgrips, space
shimmered in front of them as Boyd vessels decloaked. 50 Akiras, 20 GCSy-IIs
and 10 Nebulas. All escorted by a total of 40,000 Vipers, just over a third
of those assigned to naval aviation. and enough to outnumber the Ghurka
fighters 20:1. The vacuum of space suddenly became no longer so as torpedoes
ripped from the Akiras, all 15 tubes one each opening up in a ripple
pattern. These were joined by torpedoes from the other Starfleet vessels. As
explosions rocked the fighters, point defences opened up, striking their
shields and knocking them off-course. Jammed by the Nebulas and SWACS craft
that had launched , the fighters were unable to co-ordinate their attacks
and soon split into their wing pairs, trying to shake the Vipers that
hammered at their tails. Into the swirling mass of phaser and laser fire
blazed additional fighters from the carriers and missileboats, their SLAM
systems allowing them to keep up with the fighters.

One of the few places the entire battle could be appreciated from was the
attack centre of the Nebula-class starship 'Columbus'. Twice the size of a
typical stellar cartography room and a 10 strong crew, it allowed the battle
to be displayed on every battle, permitting a view round the whole ship,
providing unrivalled tracking and command ability. It was from here that the
battle was being co-ordinated by a holographic BFA-9.

"Vampire, vampire, vampire!" warned one of the tactical officers. It
appeared that the Nebulas were finally coming under direct attack and from
the powerful missiles carried by Ghurka's fighters. There was always the
option of cloaking, but that would reduce their effectiveness in the battle.
Much better to test the point defence systems. There was no need for orders;
the crew of the 'Columbus' was well trained, as was that of every Boyd ship.
Each clone had been designed specifically to fulfil a certain role. Around
the ship Type-XIV phasers lanced out on widebeam, several beams combining to
destroy each incoming missile with a titanic explosion that temporarily
blinded some of the Nebulas' sensors. The number of missiles remaining
quickly decreased until none remained. The number of Ghurka fighters was
also steadily decreasing under the fire of phasers and lasers from the
fighters and missies from the missileboats. The capital ships, however were
getting dangerously close.

[Carnivore]

The Boyd Master had reached the auxiliary bridge without incident. Over 100
of Ghurka's crewmen who had deigned hit to interfere were dead, but that was
not worthy of comment. The psychics had posed a mild challenge , attempting
to block his powers, but they were unable to block against both the Force
and a lightsabre at the same time. Having picked their brains for the access
codes to Carnivore's computers, the Master was ready to complete the revenge
against Ghurka. Sealing the access ways with the Force he accessed the main
computer and redirected all command functions to the auxiliary bridge.
Setting up a comms link with every one of Ghurka's ships, he ordered their
tactical computers to drop shields. No command from the Carnivore, Ghurka's
flagship, could possibly be disobeyed and they complied without question.
Smiling, the Boyd Master retraced his steps until he reached an escape pod
and departed the doomed flagship just in time to see Fireships drop out of
hyperspace. As one, they smashed into Ghhurka's unshielded capital ships.
Crews, panicking when the shields had dropped, had already begun evacuating.
Those not already launched in escape pods were already doomed. The explosion
as the warheads piled in the Fireships detonated was fit for comparison with
that of the DS. Each ship was ripped asunder, keel blown away and reactors
going out of control. As black holes greedily consumed the ships they had
formerly served, the few remaining ghurka fighters signalled their surrender
and wished for death while the Master awaited rescue.
-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <B49C05FD.58A6%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars


[Boyd flagship]

"Sir, were receiving a psychic signal from our man on 'Carnivore'."

"The plan was successful?"

"Yes sir, Ghurka was delivered to the Countess for execution. The Master
wishes to know if 'Carnivore' should be neutralised?"

BFA-9 paused, thinking. The 'Carnivore' would make quite a prize. "Crew
only. Ask him to avoid collateral damage as far as possible. Once he's
finished, we can send a prize crew to take her."

"Aye, sir."

The Admiral turned to one of his aides. "Are preparations complete for
resource acquisition?"

"Star Marshall Kyle awaits your orders."

"Open a channel to USEMAD first."

Within moments, a harassed-looking official appeared on screen, obviously
nervous. Boyd Fleet Admirals didn't often contact USEMAD unless it was to
inform them that they had expanded the Collective and that such and such a
sector was now out-of-bounds for civilian traffic. He hoped they hadn't gone
for Sol this time.

"I wish to receive clarification of the size of the solar system. It's point
of origin is the centre of the sun? And the position of planets has no
effect on this?"

"Y-yes, it is defined as a sphere centred on the centre of the sun of radi-"

The Admiral signalled for the channel to be cut. He had all the information
he needed. "Inform the Star Marshall that he may begin.

[Neptune]

The Asgerd class planetoid dropped out of hyperspace in close orbit, flanked
by a pair of Drakos, 20 Akira missile-frigates and 36 Assassin corvettes,
which immediately deployed their combined 12 squadron wing of Vipers and
moved to picket positions. A trio of Nebula-class frigates decloaked moments
later and began scanning for hostile vessels with their powerful sensor
modules. Satisfied that none were present, the planetoid began its work.
Powering up its immense enchenac drive it began generating a gravimetric
distortion field large enough to engulf the entire planet. Slowly, it began
to move, Gradually at first, its orbit velocity increasing by a small
fraction its second, but a fraction that was continually increasing. Then it
happened. The drive kicked in at full power and the planet vanished, along
with the Asgerd. Moments later, the escorts had collected their fighters and
engaged their hyperdrives, returning to the fleet.

[Alliance Fleet]

The Asgerd had cautiously disengaged its drive a couple of light minutes
away from the Fleet giving itself time to slow down before Neptune reverted
to real space. The sight that greeted the crew when it did was nothing short
of spectacular. Various parts of the planet reverted fractions of a second
out of sync with others. Given their relatively small sizes, this was not a
problem with ships and larger ones such as the Asgerd had specially refined
and accurate systems to prevent the stress affecting them. Neptune had no
such systems. It appeared to ripple before their eyes, as if in a heat haze.
The effects, however, were very real. Atmosphere swirled off, as if the arms
of a celestial dancer. As the rest of the Alliance fleet approached, they
spread out to give their sensors a better view of this unique sight. They
had captured a planet and made it dance.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" commented BFA-9, staring at the viewscreen. "Inform
the 'Obsidian' and our Archammers that they may commence harvesting and
processing operations immediately."

[A short time later]

Obsidian and the Archammers had taken up equidistant positions and were
hungrily devouring the ready supply of gas from the planet. Soon they would
begun harvesting its rocky core. The mobile starbases were already receiving
processed supplies and were in turn resupplying the fleet. The Alliance
Fleet now had a source of supplies untouchable by the enemy. Time to make
use of them. 3 carriers, fully loaded with fighters, a Drako battlecruiser,
10 fleet colliers, an escort force of 20 Shadow-lurks, 10 Akiras and 10
ISD-Vs and a picket screen of 30 Gunships, 30 Carracks and 50 Mangles formed
up beyond the fleet and went to hyperspace for the brief seconds it took to
reach earth orbit. Immediately the naval forces took up a defensive
semi-spherical position above the carriers. With the patrol screen in place
and all possible ships cloaked, SWACS were launched by both the ISD-Vs and
Boyd ships. Moments later, Alliance Army Aviation began deploying fighters.
4 squadrons of A-10s from each carrier and another from each of the ISD-Vs.
22 squadrons of bombers ready to pound the Countess' forces if they so much
as twitched the wrong way. Accompanying them were 8 squadrons of E-Wings
from each carrier. A small fraction of the forces available to them. Next
came the AWACS, each one defended by a flight of E-Wings and a single
electronic-warfare fighter from Phong's forces. Control of the skies was the
Alliance's.

With control established, 4 Boyd garrison bases, each with a regiment of
troops beamed began dropping and transporting into the Alps. Within 15
minutes they were in position, a theatre shield had been raised and
airstrips were ready. Within an hour additional transport craft had arrived
and 4 Corps had been deployed in the Alps area. 2 Mechanised Infantry, 1
Airborne Infantry and 1 Mecha. With a land base established, all that
remained was to seize the orbital starbases.

--
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | email: jonathan@jboyd.co.uk | http://www.jboyd.co.uk/

By the time they had diminished from 50 to eight, the other dwarves began to
suspect "Hungry".

From: Jonathan Boyd <jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Subject: Re: [W-STGOD] Initation Order: READ
Date: 2000/01/07
Message-ID: <B49C1442.5918%jonathan@jboyd.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
 

Commander Thelea <LusankyaNNOLuSPAM@Aol.com.invalid> wibbled the following:

> ( A fleet scale illusion is a capability of one of the Rama or Asvin
> genetically engineering super-beings. With just a few dozen of them,
> the otherwise equal Rama Star Empire brought the Asvin Star Empire to
> it's knees until they introduced a planet destroying weapon. Then they
> turned the tide until Rama introduced it's on, the Asvins started
> loosing ground again, and they finally copied the genetic
> engineering/psychic enhancement/nanite system for creating those
> beings, and from then on the war was a total annilation slugfest that
> lasted two millenia. Asvins and Rama Imperials are not nice people. )
 

But Boyd Knights and Masters are not easily fooled. Especially not with an
entire Collective's mind supporting them. Additionally, we had been
shadowing his fleet, undetected, having slipped in while he was laughing at
my 'recon' ships.

<snip>

> through two lives and a thousand ages.. And it shall be finished. I'll
> be in quarters. Take up a defensive position around Earth... Should
> anyone attack Graeme's forces in such a manner as to harm civilians,
> alert me and attack their fleet. I will not have anyone killing the
> reincarnation of my lover before we are reunited.. I'm sure Boyd will
> understand that, as a favour. As for Gurkha's fleet.. Well.. His
> commanders are probably so frightened of him they aren't capable of
> independant action." She laughed softly, and entered one of the lifts.

BFA-9, having been informed of the destruction of Ghurka by his Masters and
Knights instructed a communication channel be opened with Nefirea.

"Countess," he began, bowing, "we rejoice at your victory. We trust that
hostilities will now be somewhat... reduced. You may have noticed the
stationing of forces on Earth by our fleet. That is merely a peacekeeping
force. We have no intention of conducting offensive exercises against you.
As you yourself have said, enough blood has been spilled. We have other
battles to fight, but not with you. Good-day."

Short and to the point. The best way to talk to an equal. Or near-equal. Or
someone who believed themselves to be an equal and had the power to try and
enforce that illusion. The difference right now was immaterial.

"Comms, oen a channel to USEMAD. Tell them I want to speak to Admiral Garak.
It would appear that he has not joined the fleet yet."

"Channel open."

"Admiral," opened Garak, nodding in respect, a gesture reciprocated by
BFA-9, "it would appear that one of our planets is missing," he continued
dryly.