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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:09:45 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:09:45 GMT -5
"Incoming ship, identify yourse--what the hell are you? What do you want here, and whhy are you here?"
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:11:18 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 18:11:18 GMT -5
(it's out of order...)
Comms: Sir, we're getting a message.
Captain: Put it through...
Comms: Yes, Sir... "Your destruction is the will of the gods; and we are their instruments."
Captain: What the hell? All hands to battle stations!!!
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:13:18 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:13:18 GMT -5
"Your destruction is the will of the gods; and we are their instruments." "Chickenshit... OPEN FIRE!!"
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 18:15:21 GMT -5
Captain: TAKE IT DOWN!!!
Me (Ensign Hutchinson): Aye, Sir. Archers lauched...
*the missiles fly toward the ship, but are prematurely detonated*
Captain: What the hell was that?
Sensor Tech: Sir, they appear to have some sort of shielding...
Captain: Contact the other ships.
Comms: Yes, sir.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:16:38 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 18:16:38 GMT -5
(Okay, I said what Hutch just did... now it's my move)
"Bring turrets 3 and 5 to bear on the closest enemy ship, we will show them the power of our Covenant." 'Yes sir.'
The turrets begin to glow and then fire off two blasts of plasma at the Arabia.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:19:28 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:19:28 GMT -5
The bombers fly in, and are destroyed out of nowhere. Macule hails the next wave to turn around. "Launch an EMP!" The Gunners do so, and obliterate the shields of the cruiser.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:19:41 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 18:19:41 GMT -5
*static*
"This is the Arabia, over."
Comms: Missiles are ineffective. I repeat, missiles are...... *static* Sir, I've lost contact with the Arabia.
*Two plasma torpedoes slam into the Arabia and kill the comms*
Captain: What the hell was THAT?
Sensor: I don't know, sir.
Comms: Heracles, do you copy?
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:21:40 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:21:40 GMT -5
"Sir, we've been hit with the enemy's weapons, it seems to be plasma energy" "Sir, we've lost communications" *Macule bangs his head on the wall, then lifts his head to get the messagel* "I saw that, i got hit as well, but not as bad."
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:22:57 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 18:22:57 GMT -5
The sheilds begin to slowly recharge, and are almost at 50% when the plasma strikes the Arabia and destroys it. "Open up turrets 2 and 4 on the next target." The turrets charge up and fire on the Vostisk.(sp)
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:24:49 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 18:24:49 GMT -5
Sensor: Sir, they've locked onto us!!!
Captain: EVASIVE ACTIONS!!! NOW!!!
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:25:23 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:25:23 GMT -5
"Launch another EMP charge, and follow it up with a squad of bombers! I don't care where it hits the ship! just hit it with everthing you got!"
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:28:09 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 18:28:09 GMT -5
*The Heracles fire one MAC round at the ship*
*the shields flare and die*
Sensor: SIR, the Heracles took out the shields!!!
Captain: Fire everything we have!!!
Me: Aye, sir!!!
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 18:32:21 GMT -5
Post by General Macule on Jan 14, 2006 18:32:21 GMT -5
*The bombers are a distraction, the covies don't know this, and so the Heracles open fires on the ship with missles and anti-space fighter guns and everything they have*
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 20:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Drakssuss on Jan 14, 2006 20:04:00 GMT -5
(Um....nice god mode guys....)
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 20:42:02 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 20:42:02 GMT -5
(1 MAC round can take out a shield, and there are 3 of us... 2 1/2... fine 2 1/4)
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