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**sillyboy**

So....delete and wait?

**Darkvoidof40k**

sillyboy wrote:So....delete and wait?

Don't delete it just yet, it's Harrab's call as to what he makes of it.

**RaptorsTalon**

“KIRK,” Garan said, “Broadcast a message to the fleet, and the Arian ships, telling them that we will be hosting a party on board the Void Phoenix tonight, in order to celebrate our first victory.”
“Right Away Captain!” The AI replied.

A few hours later:
The party was in full swing, and there was music playing, in Hanger Bay 2. They had, in the course of a few hours, managed to turn it into a party venue. A DJ, one of the Interceptor Pilots, was manning a desk, and some of the engineers were working behind a hastily constructed bar, serving Salthrax and other intoxicating drinks to the crews of the fleet.
After a while, the music went quite, and the viewing panels in the hull wall of the Void Phoenix opened, to allow the party goers a good view of the stars. The voice of Garan Majoric boomed across the cargo bay from a microphone on the DJ desk.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, look out of the window, and prepare for a spectacular treat courtesy of Flight Sergeant Warrior and his Strike Fighter squad.”
The Strike Fighter zoomed up from underneath the belly of the ship, and launched rockets, these weren’t normal rockets though, but they had sparkling trails behind them. As the strike fighters broke off, ready for another run, the rockets exploded into bright coloured bursts of fire and light.
“Wow!” The crowd cheered as the fireworks exploded.
The strike fighters continued this display of fireworks, followed by an aerobatic routine, for about 20 minutes, before returning to the hangers and allowing the party to continue.

**TheWildHost**

Cheers erupted through the ship, not a man lost. The Strike craft had killed on average .927 enemy interceptors each, but one had killed 6, promoting him to ace. This meant The Night Crawler had designated fly sqauds."Red,open up a comlink with all other pilots in the 14th" Dylan told his AI.
"Fellow captains, on this day we brought pride, honor, and*Massive amounts of laughing explode over the radio* Im just flecking with you guys, but we all flew good and fought well, now the real reason im talking, we need to get together and Party! What do 'yall think? Annny way i was thinking we could dock at broadsword and have it there.

**lord commissar klimino**

(im back,ill post in a sec..)

**Darkvoidof40k**

There's already a party over on Garan's ship.

**TheWildHost**

(Rly, missed that.....ok i'll edit that out)

**lord commissar klimino**

issac sat in his room after the battle. he had destroyed a carrier. awesome. as he polished his sword he looked up at sir france who had appeared.
"sir,everything alright?"
"terrific...that fight gave me a headache,i need to learn to yell less...or better."
"i agree sir"
"go do something AIy" he saw a smile spread across the AI face.
"will do sir" and with that,issac layed back and rested.

**Lord Harrab**

sillyboy wrote:So....delete and wait?

Ideally i was looking for your reaction. You're obviously way way way off course. (No Stars.) and you've already attracted attention, (the huge contact.) I'm going to post what happens next, and you can edit it to mach if you wish.

As for the Prisoners, Captain Volk is inbound in a shuttle to take over interrogations, (Yes she is related to the news reader) and player should note that while she is a full captain, she is a member of the NIS, Navy Intelligence Service, so doesn't quite fit into the command structure of a fleet.

**Lord Harrab**

Unknown location

The contact kept coming straight towards them and soon the two Alliance ships got their first sighting and Trix could only gape as light blazed in the darkness of this horrible place.

The Ship was massive and blazed so bright that she found she couldn't look at it directly, so the only thing she knew about it for certain was that it was huge and great wing-like structures were spread behind it, glittering in the light cast by its body.

Her comm activated by itself and the bridge echoed to soft chimes, like dozens of people were running fingers along the rims of wineglasses as the giant vessel began to orbit the two smaller ones, moving far faster and nimbler than something that size should have been able to, yet Trix wasn't afraid, she realized with a jolt, ever since this ship had arrived her fear had gone and she felt reassured.

The Mothership-class vessel came to a halt before them again and she got the impression it was waiting for her to do something.

**sillyboy**

BIC:........First contact part 2.........

"So far for stealth" Nexus cursed. "Power up the engines, prepare the point defenses." She commanded, while instructing her crew to get to their locations. She activated the shields, wich created an unvisible shield around her ship. She watched The Horizon doing the same. "Prepare jump coördinates, if things go wrong, i want to get here out ASAP." Trix took a moment to calm herself down. "Now lets see what they want." She opened a comm-link with the unknown Vessle. "This is Lt Commander Zedong of the Navy alliance. Please identify yourself." "Should we load the torpedo?" Nexus asked. "Don't we don't want to aggitate them, just be ready to jump out." Nexus nodded as Trix identified herself again to the unknown Ark.

**lord commissar klimino**

issac awoke about an hour later. "uhhg,thats better. sir france,anything happen while i was out.?"
"sir garen is having a party and the horizion and aslinde are still not here."
"hu? they arnt? weird...hope they arnt doing anything we need to know about. as for the party,ill pass." as issac got up and took a shower. when he came out and got dressed,he sighed. "dang im bored.fighting was funner...hmmm,i wish to blow up aliens."
"why is that sir?" sir france replayed with a slightly tilted head. it amused issac,and gis old grin came back.
"cause most likely they will be ugly and evil. nah,im joking...i hope. lets just hope all we see out here is pirates and allies. wait scratch that just allies." and with that,issac left and headed for the food court.

**Lord Harrab**

Location Unknown.

The Huge contact watched the two smaller ships ready their defenses, rotating slowly on its axis as it did so, as if it was thinking, by the time it was back to its original position, an energy field of such power had formed around it, the Alliance techs could see the ripples upon its surface with their own eyes. Still it rotated idly, watching these new arrivals with apparent amusement.

"This is Lt Commander Zedong of the Alliance Navy. Please identify yourself."

The communication seemed to surprise the contact, as it stopped its rotating.

Again the comms echoed with soft chimes, then a single recognizable word spoken in a voice like running water.

"Youurself?"

**lord commissar klimino**

(err...any event comin for us at the station? or maybe just send me to scout cause there missing?

PS: im gonna be gonna all week on vacation in a house with no internet (i ate the beach...) so while im gone i give control to darko unless you say otherwise. might be able to get on tomorrow mourning.might)

**Lord Harrab**

Aria system.

"Break! Break! this is Broadsword to all ships, we have detected a single contact closing fast from the outer system, sensors indicate its a.. frigate? at this stage?"

"This is Vanguard we see it, thats not a frigate, its traveling too fast."

"The contact just dropped of our screens." Broadsword continued, "Wait, no. I'm detecting multiple smaller contacts on the same co-ordinates, registry is coming up blank."

"this is Eagle squadron, we have visual, they are missiles! Vangaurd we've got Atmosphere Depravation Missiles inbound on Aria!"

Sharpe's blood ran cold, but there was fire in her voice as she yelled, "Battlestations! All ships defensive formation! Don't let a single missile get past! Stop them with your damn bodies if you have to!"

You are now in combat.

Detected Hostiles

12 Atmosphere Depravation Missiles

hull 1/1

Notes: Very fast

Atmosphere Depravation Missiles are banned WMDs designed to strip a planet of its atmosphere by igniting it with a series of atomic explosions, the resulting firestorm razes the continents and boils the oceans and will wipe all life from a world in seconds, leaving nothing but barren rock. Although never used, the mere simulation provided horrified Alliance Officials and the team responsible was jailed, unfortunately their prison ship was attacked by unknown hostiles and the scientists were never found when an Alliance frigate group arrived to investigate the distress call.

Objectives
-Defend Aria

**sillyboy**

lol, you guys wish i was on Aria now...

**sillyboy**

BIC:.... First contact part four......

Trix felt a shiver go trough her spine as the unknown vessle answered. "What the hell was that?" Nexus said. "No idea, how's those jump coördinates going.?" "Thirty sec." Trix sighed. "You've got ten." She opened a comm link with the horizon. "Get behind me, if it goes bad.... Maybe one of use will got alive." She heared a mighty grumph from Reynolds. But he did what she asked him, slowly the Horizon moved behind her. "Now let's try this again." "This is Lt Commander Zedong from the Navy alliance. Please identify yourself. We need your ships log and identity-pass. I urge you to comply." She said. This was slowly getting on her nerves. She double checked her point defenses, happy to see them all online and ready. "I repeat, Please identify yourself." She looked at her officer. "Nexus see if we can get a link with the fleet." "From this distance?" "Just do it, if you succed give them our coördinates." Trix cleared her mind as she waited for the vessles response.

**lord commissar klimino**

(before i leave)

the mutt
status:firing
hull:4/4
shields:4/4

issac rushed to his intercom,slightly panicked by what it was."fire point defense! and try to move into a position to fire on that vessel when it appears!" he then ran out of his room in his pajamas.the only thing he stopped to grab was his sword. about a minute later he sat down and gripped his chair as his ship sped off.

**RaptorsTalon**

Name: Void Phoenix
Status: Shields Up, Battle Ready, Firing
Hull: 10
Shields: 10

“Brrrb, Brrrb, Brrrb, General Quarters, General Quarters, All Hands Man Your Battle Stations!” The alarm rang across the ship. Immediately, Garan leapt up from his bed, where he had been resting after the party. He hurriedly got dressed into his captains uniform, and made his way to the bridge, arriving one and a half minutes after the alarm had activated.
“KIRK, Status Report!” Garan shouted to his AI, as he walked onto the Bridge.
“There are 12 Atmosphere Deprivation Missiles inbound, targeting Aria. If a single one hits its target, then the planet will be rendered inhospitable. The Void Phoenix is at condition one, and all weapons are active. Flight Crews are ready to launch on your mark.” KIRK said to Garan.
“Launch Interceptors and Strike Fighters, engage missiles, and take them down!” Garan said to his bridge crew, “Load the torpedo tube, and set for proximity detonation, as soon as it gets near to the missiles.”
“Launching torpedo… Now,” Lieutenant Valok Ling, the ships tactical officer reported, “Torpedo Away.”
“Launch Bay doors open,” Valok said, “Strike craft launched and inbound to target.”
“Daryl, open me a com link to the Squadron leaders.” Garan said to his communications officer.
“Line open, on channel 1.” He replied.
“Hunter here.” The lead Strike Fighter pilot said.
“Warrior reporting in.” The second Strike Fighter pilot said.
“Cobra ready for orders” The pilot leading the Interceptors said.
“Python here, what are my orders.” The second Interceptors squad leader said.
“Gentlemen,” Garan said to his pilots, “Hang back until the torpedo detonates, and then strike on what remains of the missiles. This sortie is of vital importance, as it is literally life or death for the people of Aria. So get flying, and take down those missiles! Majoric out.”

**Darkvoidof40k**

Edited in the info bit:

The Pioneer
Status: Raising shields, firing, moving into a defensive position.
Hull: 10/10
Shields: 10/10

"Warning, incoming projectiles detected on long-range sensors. Scanning.. The projectiles are Atmosphere Deprivation missiles!" Caretaker exclaimed.
LeGuin stood up, "ADM's? But they were banned!"
"But the prison ship that their designers were aboard was attacked by raiders. Obviously, said team were taken captive and forced to produce these WMD's," Chief Price explained.
"Sh*t! Where's the Aslinde when we need her?" LeGuin shouted.
"Lieutenant, please sit down. We have a job to do and I need your help," Natalie ordered quietly.
"You're right, lets focus on stopping those missiles," LeGuin replied, taking a deep breath as he sat down. Position our ship in the missiles' path and have our flank facing them and raise shields. If all else fails, The Pioneer will take the hits," Natalie decided as Brooks began to carry out the dangerous orders. Ten seconds later and they were in position as the other vessels began launching strike craft and firing at the missiles.
"Caretaker, load the Heavy Cannon's with timed shells and get us a firing solution - I want those timed shells to intercept and detonate amidst the missiles," Natalie ordered the AI.
"Acknowledged, making the calculations now," Caretaker informed them. A few seconds later and he spoke again, "Chief Price, I have sent the firing solution to your station. You must fire the cannons exactly when I instruct you to."
"Alright, just say the word," Chief said gruffly, no sign of doubt in his experienced voice.
"Three.. Two.. One.. Fire!" The AI ordered. Chief Price had already shot the timed shells; having done so immediately as Caretaker had given the command, pre-guessing the timing of the order. The shells fired, the recoil of the cannons easily absorbed by the great battleship's hull.
"Also readying the Point Defenses," The Chief informed the bridge staff.
Everyone on the bridge prayed that the combined efforts of the fleet, or at least those that were present, would be enough. If not, then they all hoped to the powers that be that their shields would hold. But something told Natalie that missiles designed to destroy planets wouldn't be stopped by a ship. It was like trying to stop a bullet with a pack of paper inside a balloon. There was no time to try and get to the escape pods - this was, in every sense, a hit-or-miss operation.

**Darkvoidof40k**

(Oh yes, mega brainwave!)

Status: Shields Up, Firing, doing stuff
Hull: 10
Shields: 10

LeGuin turned to Natalie, "Captain, I know you're planning on using this ship to block the missiles as a last resort, but instead couldn't we just use the captured Raider ships?"
Natalie nodded, "Good thinking, Lieutenant."
"It's what I do. You give the orders and I point out what's wrong with them," LeGuin grinned.

"Caretaker, open a communication channel to Broadsword station," Captain Rose ordered.
"Channel open," The AI confirmed.
"This is Captain Rose aboard The Pioneer, is it possible for you to remotely launch and pilot the captured Raider vessels? We could use them as a last resort to take the hit of the missiles if necessary. Otherwise, that job will fall to us," She said.

**RaptorsTalon**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:(Oh yes, mega brainwave!)

Status: Shields Up, Firing, doing stuff
Hull: 10
Shields: 10

LeGuin turned to Natalie, "Captain, I know you're planning on using this ship to block the missiles as a last resort, but instead couldn't we just use the captured Raider ships?"
Natalie nodded, "Good thinking, Lieutenant."
"It's what I do. You give the orders and I point out what's wrong with them," LeGuin grinned.

"Caretaker, open a communication channel to Broadsword station," Captain Rose ordered.
"Channel open," The AI confirmed.
"This is Captain Rose aboard The Pioneer, is it possible for you to remotely launch and pilot the captured Raider vessels? We could use them as a last resort to take the hit of the missiles if necessary. Otherwise, that job will fall to us," She said.

Thats a great idea!

**Darkvoidof40k**

Yeah I'm just a tactical genius like that. Hell I even make Creed look bad and he isn't even a real person.

*Idle whistle*

Yup, an event any time now would be pretty sweet, eh Harrab ma ol' buddy, ol' pal, ol' crazy bastard, goin' around all sneaky like as ya do.

Yeah, you'll obviously be the one to answer my question to Broadsword station. 'n maybe a certain Admiral will be intently listening to the comm channels and observing every move of a certain battleship.

**RaptorsTalon**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeah I'm just a tactical genius like that. Hell I even make Creed look bad and he isn't even a real person.

Heresy...

There is only one Tactical Genius.... CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**Darkvoidof40k**

Nah, my character is blatantly the superior tactical genius of the two, purely on the basis that she has boobs which are far superior to Creed's moobs.

**RaptorsTalon**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Nah, my character is blatantly the superior tactical genius of the two, purely on the basis that she has boobs which are far superior to Creed's moobs.

And back to the story line...

**TheWildHost**

The Night Crawler
Status: Firing weapons, battlestations, moving to defensive postitions
Hull:8
Shield:8

"Fire heavy cannons and flack cannons, focus strike fighters on one at a time, torpedos couldn't keep up, or hit home." Dylan yelled looking at the projectiles.
" Sir,, are you sure we should launch strike fighters, that seems pretty risky." Camden(The XO) says.
"YOu're right, only send the ones who agree to do it" Dylan says and Camden relays the order over the intercom. "How many agreed?" Dylan asked with a glare
" All of them"Camden said sullenly.

**EagleArk**

"Looking up from the data pad which he had been reading in his chair, Joesph Inkheart was surprised to see the sirens blaring out in the bridge, turning back to his slate and closing the page on the ships history, somthing he had been intent to read, and opened up the radar report, he could see nothing on his ships radar, but he knew the long range radar of the capital ships of the fleet would of picked somthing up and transmitted a warning.

"Jane, what is it?"
" I am unaware captain, but i have sent orders to bring the ship to condition 1, for the Pioneer has broadcast a warning of fast moving projectiles to the rest of the fleet, i am to understant it came from the AI"
"Get me a link to Captain Rose, i need to know whats going on"
"Doing it now captain"
The screen fixed at the front of the bridge changed from its optical view to a distraught looking Captain Rose.
Glancing again at his slate, still not seeing anything, joesph spoke
"I recieved a warning signal from your ship, care to enlighten me?"
"ADM`s, 12 of them coming in fast, we need to stop them. Oh, and the raider ships are being prepared to take the hits, if needs be."
"Thank you, see you when its over."

Turning towards the data slate again, he searched for ADM in the search engine, and found their devastating potential.
"Launch the inerceptors, and fire on the missiles when they get in range, use every weapon we have, and relay targeting data from other ships, we`re gona need it. And jane?"
"yes captain?"
"Raise shields if any new signatures are detected on the radar!"

The Havok
Firing
Hull: 8/8
Shields: 0/8

**Darkvoidof40k**

Not raising your shields? A Raider counter-attack could indeed be imminent - who knows? It has been a few hours IIRC.

Provided my ship with it's mighty plot armor survives this missile strike, I am going to beat the location of the Raiders' stronghold out of the prisoners, then go there and start kicking ass and taking names.

Also, may I advise that strike squadrons consider themselves expendable and should sacrifice themselves to destroy the missiles if necessary? Martyrdom is a good way to go out.. usually..

**EagleArk**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Not raising your shields? A Raider counter-attack could indeed be imminent - who knows? It has been a few hours IIRC.

Provided my ship with it's mighty plot armor survives this missile strike, I am going to beat the location of the Raiders' stronghold out of the prisoners, then go there and start kicking ass and taking names.

Also, may I advise that strike squadrons consider themselves expendable and should sacrifice themselves to destroy the missiles if necessary? Martyrdom is a good way to go out.. usually..

Saving power, remember my damaged engine?
Edited my post about raising shields if any new radar signatures are detected, just for you.