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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:20:35 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 21:20:35 GMT -5
"Open up with all guns, I want that ship destroyed. Malrakee, what's the sheild status?" '60% and rsing quickly, sir. Mulitple projectiles incoming, the sheilds will deflect them.' "Good...." All turrets open up, and eight plasma torpedos streak out towards the enemy ships, just as the missiles strike against the shields.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:29:47 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 21:29:47 GMT -5
Sensors: We have multiple projectiles incoming!!!
Captain: Give me 15 degrees to port, and drop 50 degrees... full burn!!!
Navigator: Aye, sir!!!
*the frigate turns and drops, then begins accelerating*
Captain: I also want a port roll of 1 per 10 seconds.
Nav: Yes, sir.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:32:50 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 21:32:50 GMT -5
As the ships turn the plasma follows them and gets to within 2000 yards. "We have them now, Malkree, how are the sheilds?" '100% sir, and all turrets are ready to fire on your command.' "Hold fire, I don't want to waste plasma on a dead enemy." 'Yes sir, holding fire."
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:40:26 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 21:40:26 GMT -5
Sensors: Sir, the plasma is... following us... and closing
Captain: What the hell? Get us closer to that ship, they wouldn't hit themselves...
Nav: Yes, sir.
Captain: Do we have any nukes?
Me: Yes sir, we have three Shivas armed and ready.
Captain: Launch one to 64 degrees starboard of that ship, set it for manual detonation.
Me: Yes, sir.
*a single Shiva nuke is deployed and begins drifting toward the ship*
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 21:53:39 GMT -5
'Sir, we have a floating thermonuclear weapon heading towards us. Destroy it?' "Yes, quickly." A single plasma bolt shoots out and strikes the warhead, obliterating it. The torpedos continue closing in and are now 500 yards from the ship.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 21:58:29 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 21:58:29 GMT -5
Cpt: Damn, the got our nuke, luckily they were between it and us. How far are we from the ship?
Nav: 3km and closing.
Cpt: Ready another nuke.
Me: Yes, sir.
Cpt: Fire Archer pods B through F. And have some Longswords fly cover for the nuke.
Me: Aye, sir. Archers away.
Cpt: Tell the Heracles to fire it's MACs right before we detonate the Shiva.
Comms: Yes, sir... message sent. They are ready to fire.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 22:12:42 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 22:12:42 GMT -5
One of the eight plasma torpedos is heading towards the Heracles and is with 100 yards of the ship. "Launch the Seraphs, tell them to take out the human fighters, then begin attacks on the ships." 'Aye commander.'
Hundreds of tear drop fighters launch from their bays and move to intercept the dozens of Longswords.
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 22:25:32 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 14, 2006 22:25:32 GMT -5
Cpt: GET POINT DEFENSE ONLINE!!!
Me: Aye, SIR!!!
*many 50mm autocannons open up on the incoming Seraphs*
Cpt: Tell the Heracles to fire its MACs!!!
Comms: Right away, sir!!!
*two MAC rounds slam into the enemy ship (this would kill its shields)*
Cpt: Launch the nuke!
Me: Nuke away!!!
Cpt: Roll under the enemy ship!!!
Nav: Dropping 25 degrees, rolling to starboard. That should bring us right under them...
Comms: SIR, the Heracles took a hit. They aren't responding.
Cpt: They can handle themselves. We should try to buy them some time... Disengage reactor safeties... just in case. Fire the rest of the Archers.
Me: Firing Archers...
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Grond
Private
Lekgolo Leader
Posts: 6
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 22:25:40 GMT -5
Post by Grond on Jan 14, 2006 22:25:40 GMT -5
IC: The worst part of being a ground force is when you're stuck in a ship, with nothing to do and no one to fight. So, Grond, his group of Lekgolo, and a battalion or so of the other races amused themselves by watching the ancient-like machines the enemy were using dodge and weave to try and stay out of trouble. And then you had the spectacular excitment when one would get hit and absolutly explode. But other than that, it was just waiting for "the order" and trying to keep the unggoy out of the "drinking pleasures".
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 23:11:05 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 23:11:05 GMT -5
As the Seraphs begin the attacks on the ship, one sees the thermonuclear warhead get launched and begins to fly towards it on an intercept course, and reaches it at top speed. The pilot shouts a final uncromprehensible phrase, then slams into the warhead sending it flying far away from the Covenant carrier towards the planet.
The sheilds, recharging, are now at 25% when the missiles strike the bottom of the carrier. The missiles break through and hit critical subsystems, disabling the weapons, and cutting off power to the engines. But as the enemy ship rolls beneath them, Drakssus brings the ship to a high orbit away from the enemy, and is in the edge of the blast zone when the plasma torpedos hit and destroy the Vostok, and setting off it's rounds.
The near by Seraphs are destroyed, leaving only 150, some damaged heavily, confused about the explosion, then begin returning to their hangers to report for debriefing.
"I want power, and I want it now!" Drakssus shouts the order to the crewman in charge of the engineers. 'Yes sir, right away.'
Drakssus turns back to the center console, "Where in all of the Holy Rings are you, Molag?"
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 23:38:49 GMT -5
Post by Molag Mal on Jan 14, 2006 23:38:49 GMT -5
Molag enters the command bridge via the turbolift, and quickly asseses the situation. "Commander, report status."
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Harvest
Jan 14, 2006 23:54:06 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 14, 2006 23:54:06 GMT -5
(MSN biotches!)
"Sir, we have successfully destroyed two enemy ships, and heavily damaged a third, but after the second ship was vanquished we lost power to the engines, and weapon controls. We're dead in space, and the third ship managed an escape after the explosion. I take full responsibilty for the escaping ship."
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Harvest
Jan 15, 2006 0:12:51 GMT -5
Post by Molag Mal on Jan 15, 2006 0:12:51 GMT -5
"Of course, the responsibility is yours. Whether that is a failure or an unfortunate low point in a victory is yet to be decided, though."
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Harvest
Jan 15, 2006 10:32:13 GMT -5
Post by Spec Op Commander Drakssus on Jan 15, 2006 10:32:13 GMT -5
Drakssus kneels before the Elite, and shows his bear neck. "I offer myself to your mercy."
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Harvest
Jan 15, 2006 14:58:07 GMT -5
Post by Lt. Hutchinson on Jan 15, 2006 14:58:07 GMT -5
As the Seraphs begin the attacks on the ship, one sees the thermonuclear warheadget launched and begins to fly towards it on an intercept course, and reaches it at top speed. The pilot shouts a final uncromprehensible phrase, then slams into the warhead sending it flying far away from the Covenant carrier towards the planet. The sheilds, recharging, are now at 25% when the missiles strike the bottom of the carrier. The missiles break through and hit critical subsystems, disabling the weapons, and cutting off power to the engines. But as the enemy ship rolls beneath them, Drakssus brings the ship to a high orbit away from the enemy, and is in the edge of the blast zone when the plasma torpedos hit and destroy the Vostok, and setting off it's rounds. The near by Seraphs are destroyed, leaving only 150, some damaged heavily, confused about the explosion, then begin returning to their hangers to report for debriefing. "I want power, and I want it now!" Drakssus shouts the order to the crewman in charge of the engineers. 'Yes sir, right away.' Drakssus turns back to the center console, "Where in all of the Holy Rings are you, Molag?" *the Vostok is struck by the plasma and the thick Titanium-A hull melts away* Cpt: We're hit!!! Give me a status report!!! Sensors: Sir, the reactor is ruptured, the nuke fried them and us. That blast took out decks 7-12 on the port side. This ship can't hold itself together. Cpt: Take us closer. We can try to take them down with us. *the ship shudders* Me: SIR! The weapons are cooking off!!! It'll rip the ship apart!!! *explosive decompressions tear through most of the ship* Cpt: It has been a pleasure to serve with you all. Nav, take the ship in... *the reactor goes critical... and creates a miniature sun in the middle of the battle* *the enemy ship is severely damaged in the blast, but the Heracles manages to limp away*
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