New Condia
The Terran plasma shield started to dissipate, the beam weapons dispersing the plasma slowly but surely. The red haze began to fade away, the armor of the ship beginning to melt under the beams. The half of the small craft platforms that didn't rotate around to reveal cannons began to move. The first thing to be seen was grey armor, magnetically locked to the platform through metal treads. As the platforms continued to rotate, small two-barrel turrets could be seen on top of the rectangular platform, jagged angles giving the objects a menacing appearance. A radio message was transmitted to them, showing that they weren't fully linked to the ship.
"All armor, fire at maximum output!"
Metal slugs flew towards the enemy flagship, some of them were tiny and obviously meant to fight infantry, others were armor-piercing, and yet more were explosive. The weapons definitely weren't built for space combat. In an odd move, the Terrans suddenly switched to physical ammo in all their other weapons. Instead of the bright blue plasma bolts, tungsten slugs flew out of the railguns. It looked as if they had simply run out of ammo, and when the engines stopped glowing, it became obvious that they were running out of plasma. Since their shields used plasma, the battle was already lost for them. Still, they kept firing with every single weapon they had, choosing honor over their own lives. A message was sent to the alien flagship, surely last words.
"You can speak of how you are superior, you can speak of how we will fall to you. But we've heard those words before, spoken by Terrans to Terrans, many years ago. We've heard those words hundred upon hundreds of times, and every time someone said them, their enemies won. When someone claims superiority, says they will destroy us, we know that they are wrong. Terrans are stubborn, sentimental, superstitious, and so many other things. Those flaws are our strength, they make us who we are. They make others cringe at what we are willing to do, they make others look upon us in confusion and call us fools, they make others think that they can break our morale with threats. I promise, on behalf of my entire species, that you will regret crossing Terra!"
Suddenly, the red haze began thicker than every before. It began to turn purple as it obscured the ship's hull, and in a few short seconds, the entire ship was covered up by the shield. The shield moved to let the engines fire, and they flared up in orange fire instead of the soft glow of plasma. The ship accelerated faster than ever before, barreling down towards the flagship. Escape pods flew through quickly opening and closing holes in the shield, as if the crew was evacuating. They weren't.
The escape pods rammed into the flagship, causing massive explosions from the antimatter that had been stuffed inside. Still, the Normady rocketed towards the flagship, the purple haze localizing at the ship's bow into a lance of plasma. The Normandy's plasma shield smashed into the enemy ship, the plasma ripping into the shields and hull alike. The Terrans drove the lance deeper into the flagship, and suddenly it launched out in all directions, ripping through the hull of the ship and cutting it clean in half. The plasma extrusions tore through the ends of the two halves, tearing them up into debris. The Normandy flew right into the middle of the two halves, and pulled back the plasma into the shield generator, leaving the red haze. Interestingly, the red haze was strengthened, the tanks adding their own shield power to that of the ship.
Parked between the two halves, the Normandy opened fire with it's plasma weaponry. The blue bolts of argon savagely bit into the insides of the flagship, vaporizing the hull and interior indiscriminately. It was a truly insane strategy, and after it, the ship likely wouldn't have much of a weapons system left. Still, the Terrans carried through with it, refusing to let the enemy flagship get away.
The rest of the fleet moved to assist the Sazkarjhit and Iscandarians, moving to flank the enemy. Long-range missiles were fired, once again directed at the engines to decrease mobility. The fighters and bombers joined the allied fighter wings, filling the gaps in their squadrons and transferring their command channels to work with the allied commanders. With all of the enemy attempts to slow down their combat computers, they switched to manual. The moment they switched, the Terran fighters began to perform unorthodox that would never be programmed into the combat computer. Banking as if in atmosphere, high-g turns, and turning around entirely to shoot down pursuing craft. Realizing that the Iscandarian forces were using brute force tactics against the Hivemind, one of the two surviving dreadnoughts sent a message to their forces.
"Listen! You must focus on taking down their shields! I need you to send your small craft to take out their weapons emplacements, keep them away from the ships though! If your fighters are equipped with missiles like ours, then use them against the emplacements. If you don;t have any precise weaponry, then still keep away! A turret isn't worth ten lives! If at all possible, the aft weapons should be taken out, it'll give flanking maneuvers a much lower casualty rate! I know taking orders from a lower species must be demeaning to you, but we know how to fight! If you don't listen, you'll all die!"
Sol, Iscandrians
"I'll gather the Wings of Gliese, we'll meet at our base. Also... I recognize that Frigate, is Emily here too?"
Icarus, Ocean of Jul
A small door on the Terran ship opened, about two meters above the water. About five or so humans stepped out, wearing large backpacks. In an unexpected move, they jumped right into the air. However, instead of slashing into the water, they floated slowly down towards one of the speedboats. Their backpacks caused a gravity lens distortion just like the two giant rings on their ship, obviously some sort of antigravity harness. They lanced on the speedboat delicately, and took off the backpacks. They released them into the air, and they floated off towards the top of the ship. It was hard to see, but there was a team up there collecting them and bringing them back inside.
"Thank you for picking us up." Said a man dressed in a white suit with gold trim, bowing politely. "You have no idea how glad I am that we can translate each other's languages, our non-verbal contact protocol is extremely awkward."
Sol, Kuiper Belt, Draconian Fleet Location
A message was recieved by the Draconians, coming directly from the planet marked as "Terra" on the star charts.
"We have not encountered vessels similar to your own before, as such, we will assume that you are a new contact. We are the United Terran Federation, it is our sincere hope that our two peoples can coexist together without military conflict. If you have any specific first contact protocols, we are happy to accommodate for them."
((Sorry for no Nouvelle, I'm just glad I managed to get this done today))
The Terran plasma shield started to dissipate, the beam weapons dispersing the plasma slowly but surely. The red haze began to fade away, the armor of the ship beginning to melt under the beams. The half of the small craft platforms that didn't rotate around to reveal cannons began to move. The first thing to be seen was grey armor, magnetically locked to the platform through metal treads. As the platforms continued to rotate, small two-barrel turrets could be seen on top of the rectangular platform, jagged angles giving the objects a menacing appearance. A radio message was transmitted to them, showing that they weren't fully linked to the ship.
"All armor, fire at maximum output!"
Metal slugs flew towards the enemy flagship, some of them were tiny and obviously meant to fight infantry, others were armor-piercing, and yet more were explosive. The weapons definitely weren't built for space combat. In an odd move, the Terrans suddenly switched to physical ammo in all their other weapons. Instead of the bright blue plasma bolts, tungsten slugs flew out of the railguns. It looked as if they had simply run out of ammo, and when the engines stopped glowing, it became obvious that they were running out of plasma. Since their shields used plasma, the battle was already lost for them. Still, they kept firing with every single weapon they had, choosing honor over their own lives. A message was sent to the alien flagship, surely last words.
"You can speak of how you are superior, you can speak of how we will fall to you. But we've heard those words before, spoken by Terrans to Terrans, many years ago. We've heard those words hundred upon hundreds of times, and every time someone said them, their enemies won. When someone claims superiority, says they will destroy us, we know that they are wrong. Terrans are stubborn, sentimental, superstitious, and so many other things. Those flaws are our strength, they make us who we are. They make others cringe at what we are willing to do, they make others look upon us in confusion and call us fools, they make others think that they can break our morale with threats. I promise, on behalf of my entire species, that you will regret crossing Terra!"
Suddenly, the red haze began thicker than every before. It began to turn purple as it obscured the ship's hull, and in a few short seconds, the entire ship was covered up by the shield. The shield moved to let the engines fire, and they flared up in orange fire instead of the soft glow of plasma. The ship accelerated faster than ever before, barreling down towards the flagship. Escape pods flew through quickly opening and closing holes in the shield, as if the crew was evacuating. They weren't.
The escape pods rammed into the flagship, causing massive explosions from the antimatter that had been stuffed inside. Still, the Normady rocketed towards the flagship, the purple haze localizing at the ship's bow into a lance of plasma. The Normandy's plasma shield smashed into the enemy ship, the plasma ripping into the shields and hull alike. The Terrans drove the lance deeper into the flagship, and suddenly it launched out in all directions, ripping through the hull of the ship and cutting it clean in half. The plasma extrusions tore through the ends of the two halves, tearing them up into debris. The Normandy flew right into the middle of the two halves, and pulled back the plasma into the shield generator, leaving the red haze. Interestingly, the red haze was strengthened, the tanks adding their own shield power to that of the ship.
Parked between the two halves, the Normandy opened fire with it's plasma weaponry. The blue bolts of argon savagely bit into the insides of the flagship, vaporizing the hull and interior indiscriminately. It was a truly insane strategy, and after it, the ship likely wouldn't have much of a weapons system left. Still, the Terrans carried through with it, refusing to let the enemy flagship get away.
The rest of the fleet moved to assist the Sazkarjhit and Iscandarians, moving to flank the enemy. Long-range missiles were fired, once again directed at the engines to decrease mobility. The fighters and bombers joined the allied fighter wings, filling the gaps in their squadrons and transferring their command channels to work with the allied commanders. With all of the enemy attempts to slow down their combat computers, they switched to manual. The moment they switched, the Terran fighters began to perform unorthodox that would never be programmed into the combat computer. Banking as if in atmosphere, high-g turns, and turning around entirely to shoot down pursuing craft. Realizing that the Iscandarian forces were using brute force tactics against the Hivemind, one of the two surviving dreadnoughts sent a message to their forces.
"Listen! You must focus on taking down their shields! I need you to send your small craft to take out their weapons emplacements, keep them away from the ships though! If your fighters are equipped with missiles like ours, then use them against the emplacements. If you don;t have any precise weaponry, then still keep away! A turret isn't worth ten lives! If at all possible, the aft weapons should be taken out, it'll give flanking maneuvers a much lower casualty rate! I know taking orders from a lower species must be demeaning to you, but we know how to fight! If you don't listen, you'll all die!"
Sol, Iscandrians
"I'll gather the Wings of Gliese, we'll meet at our base. Also... I recognize that Frigate, is Emily here too?"
Icarus, Ocean of Jul
A small door on the Terran ship opened, about two meters above the water. About five or so humans stepped out, wearing large backpacks. In an unexpected move, they jumped right into the air. However, instead of slashing into the water, they floated slowly down towards one of the speedboats. Their backpacks caused a gravity lens distortion just like the two giant rings on their ship, obviously some sort of antigravity harness. They lanced on the speedboat delicately, and took off the backpacks. They released them into the air, and they floated off towards the top of the ship. It was hard to see, but there was a team up there collecting them and bringing them back inside.
"Thank you for picking us up." Said a man dressed in a white suit with gold trim, bowing politely. "You have no idea how glad I am that we can translate each other's languages, our non-verbal contact protocol is extremely awkward."
Sol, Kuiper Belt, Draconian Fleet Location
A message was recieved by the Draconians, coming directly from the planet marked as "Terra" on the star charts.
"We have not encountered vessels similar to your own before, as such, we will assume that you are a new contact. We are the United Terran Federation, it is our sincere hope that our two peoples can coexist together without military conflict. If you have any specific first contact protocols, we are happy to accommodate for them."
((Sorry for no Nouvelle, I'm just glad I managed to get this done today))