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Awesome, guess I'll work up something for Mags tonight - beware!
Dammit Prisk, look what Selene's gotten us into! :P
Posted!
@Queen Raidne thanks for putting the Commonwealth in there for me :3.
@Hael You could probably replace the current map with Raidne's updated version.
@Queen Raidne thanks for putting the Commonwealth in there for me :3.
@Hael You could probably replace the current map with Raidne's updated version.
RCNS Anna Karenina
New Columbia High Orbit
As soon as the X’cor were in range, Anna Karenina had opened up with her long range variant missiles, sending barrage after barrage at the encroaching ships. As the X’cor drew closer, she switched over to high evasion ion missiles, to out-maneuver their point defence and tear at their shields. Her gamma lasers opened fire, mostly invisible but for the occasional flash of violet. Last came the railguns, a broadside of metal that barraged the oncoming ships.
Wellesley chewed his thumb nervously. This was one hell of a tight spot they were in, outnumbered and outgunned. As a battlecruiser, Anna Karenina was well equipped to pack a punch, but she was saddled with a diplomatic delegation that Wellesley was not keen to lose.
“Get the UFS Ambassador and our diplomatic personnel to a launch bay, prep an assault shuttle and tell them to stand by” he ordered. An assault shuttle would be better equipped to survive the firefight blazing across space, but it would still be perilous. Not that they would be much safer planetside, but better there than on an actively engaged warship.
Wellesley would have to do his best to create an opening for the shuttle, but he also had other responsibilities. “Prep 5 courier boats, 3 back to the Commonwealth and 2 to the nearest UFS systems. Load all missile tubes with ECM, and I want salvoes of mixed flak and beam attenuators from the port railguns. Ready all fighters for launch, and await my orders.”
A chorus of “aye’s” and “yes sirs” broke out in response. Wellesley waited patiently until the various stations reported in.
“The diplomats and the courier boats are ready to go sir.”
“All fighters prepared for launch captain.”
“ECM missiles and mixed defensive salvos ready sir.”
Wellesley nodded. “Launch!”
The battlecruiser exploded with activity. A full barrage of ECM missiles streaked towards the X’Cor, laden with jamming signals and decoys, scrambling sensors and generally causing confusion. A huge shell of flak erupted outwards, clearing away X’cor fighters and establishing a deadly perimeter of explosions between the oncoming hostiles and the Commonwealth battlecruiser, interspersed with EM flashes that scattered incoming energy weapons. Fighters were next, dropping from the ship’s main hangars and arching away beyond the flak shell to engage their X’cor counterparts. In the middle of all that, five courier boats and a heavily shielded assault shuttle broke away from Anna Karenina’s starboard hangars. The shuttle blasted towards the planet at breakneck speed, while courier boats hightailed it to a safe warp distance.
“Couriers are away sir,” an officer reported.
“We’ve been granted access to the UFS tac-net Captain,” another said.
“Good,” Wellesley replied. “Helm, move us in to support the UFS carrier, coordinate our defensive fire and targetting with their CIC. Get our fighters in there, I don’t want any more boarders getting through. And open commms to the UFS."
The comms officer obeyed, and Wellesley addressed his battle-forged allies; "This is Captain Wellesley. I know we have yet to conclude any formal diplomatic negotiations, but my ship and my crew are with you to the end!"
New Columbia High Orbit
As soon as the X’cor were in range, Anna Karenina had opened up with her long range variant missiles, sending barrage after barrage at the encroaching ships. As the X’cor drew closer, she switched over to high evasion ion missiles, to out-maneuver their point defence and tear at their shields. Her gamma lasers opened fire, mostly invisible but for the occasional flash of violet. Last came the railguns, a broadside of metal that barraged the oncoming ships.
Wellesley chewed his thumb nervously. This was one hell of a tight spot they were in, outnumbered and outgunned. As a battlecruiser, Anna Karenina was well equipped to pack a punch, but she was saddled with a diplomatic delegation that Wellesley was not keen to lose.
“Get the UFS Ambassador and our diplomatic personnel to a launch bay, prep an assault shuttle and tell them to stand by” he ordered. An assault shuttle would be better equipped to survive the firefight blazing across space, but it would still be perilous. Not that they would be much safer planetside, but better there than on an actively engaged warship.
Wellesley would have to do his best to create an opening for the shuttle, but he also had other responsibilities. “Prep 5 courier boats, 3 back to the Commonwealth and 2 to the nearest UFS systems. Load all missile tubes with ECM, and I want salvoes of mixed flak and beam attenuators from the port railguns. Ready all fighters for launch, and await my orders.”
A chorus of “aye’s” and “yes sirs” broke out in response. Wellesley waited patiently until the various stations reported in.
“The diplomats and the courier boats are ready to go sir.”
“All fighters prepared for launch captain.”
“ECM missiles and mixed defensive salvos ready sir.”
Wellesley nodded. “Launch!”
The battlecruiser exploded with activity. A full barrage of ECM missiles streaked towards the X’Cor, laden with jamming signals and decoys, scrambling sensors and generally causing confusion. A huge shell of flak erupted outwards, clearing away X’cor fighters and establishing a deadly perimeter of explosions between the oncoming hostiles and the Commonwealth battlecruiser, interspersed with EM flashes that scattered incoming energy weapons. Fighters were next, dropping from the ship’s main hangars and arching away beyond the flak shell to engage their X’cor counterparts. In the middle of all that, five courier boats and a heavily shielded assault shuttle broke away from Anna Karenina’s starboard hangars. The shuttle blasted towards the planet at breakneck speed, while courier boats hightailed it to a safe warp distance.
“Couriers are away sir,” an officer reported.
“We’ve been granted access to the UFS tac-net Captain,” another said.
“Good,” Wellesley replied. “Helm, move us in to support the UFS carrier, coordinate our defensive fire and targetting with their CIC. Get our fighters in there, I don’t want any more boarders getting through. And open commms to the UFS."
The comms officer obeyed, and Wellesley addressed his battle-forged allies; "This is Captain Wellesley. I know we have yet to conclude any formal diplomatic negotiations, but my ship and my crew are with you to the end!"
Thanks @Rockette!
I posted. I couldn't resolve the post I had been working on so I ditched that and went with something short and simple.
I posted. I couldn't resolve the post I had been working on so I ditched that and went with something short and simple.
Kinabalu Mission Entrance to the Mines Cameron Thael Conrad
Thael froze, wracked by indecision. Selene’s brash attack had thrown the situation into absolute chaos. His first thought was to save Selene; her current predicament was entirely her own fault, but she was a fellow soldier, even if he didn’t care for her very much. But a darker notion wormed its way into his mind; leave her to her fate. Despite the strangers foreboding appearance, she hadn’t actually harmed any of them yet. Selene was reckless, a danger to her teammates and impossible to control; let the stranger have her, and it would be one less headache to deal with.
Subira was faster to respond than he was, darting out and plucking Selene from danger and solving Thael’s dilemma in one swift motion. It was only then that he noticed a dark tendril of shadow that had slipped past his shield and wrapped around his ankle. He sliced it away with the tip of his spear, and his darker doubts seemed to vanish. That was it then, the time for diplomacy was over.
Subira and Selene were now well clear. Thael’s glowing barrier abruptly dissipated as he hefted his spear, sighting it at the core of the stranger’s molten shadows, and let it fly with superhuman strength. A flight of luminous lances materialized from the air, all bearing down directly on the shadowy adversary blocking the mine’s entrance.
13 days since my last post waaaaaaattt?
Quick, back to my google doc!
Quick, back to my google doc!
RCNS Anna Karenina
New Columbia High Orbit
Under the pretense that it’s port-side hangars were all busy at the moment, Anna Karenina’s landing control directed the ambassador’s shuttle on a sweeping detour to a starboard hangar. Their approach took them around the bow of the Commonwealth battlecruiser, past the enormous hatches that concealed her axial superlaser arrays, then around her starboard broadside and the rows of railguns and missile tubes, then down towards an upper hangar, just close enough to catch a glimpse of the dorsal gamma laser turrets, crouched and inactive like sleeping dogs.
The UFS delegation was greeted by Ribbentrop and Captain Wellesley with great ceremony, then whisked off on a brief tour of the ship, then down to the diplomatic stateroom where a small reception had been whipped together seemingly out of nowhere. There was food, drink, even a string quartet and a large crystal sculpture of the UFS sigil. Where exactly such things had come from aboard a warship was anyone’s guess, but there they were. There weren’t all that many guests; the rest of the Vit’azny diplomatic delegation, a few off duty senior officers, and a scattering of civilian specialists who happened to be on the ship.
Captain Wellesley excused himself back to the bridge after a while, while Ribbentrop chatted with the UFS Ambassador. The Commonwealth and the UFS had shared borders for years, and the quality of available translation software was quite good. Despite not speaking the same language, Ribbentrop and the ambassador were able to converse quite easily with their in-ear translator devices. As the reception began to wind down, Ribbentrop decided enough time had passed to broach the topic of why they were there.
“Ambassador,” he began, “I’ve certainly enjoyed learning more about you and the Federation. I think it’s time we got down to business, if you’ll pardon my bluntness.”
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Captain Wellesley tapped his fingers along his chair idly. Hopefully things in the stateroom were proceeding well. Ribbentrop was certainly a capable diplomat, so Wellesley wasn’t particularly worried. A disturbance on the main holotank caught his attention. Wellesley glanced up, noting a number of white icons that had appeared at the edge of the system. He frowned. “Clear civilian traffic off the display,” he called out. Much of the clutter on the display winked out, letting him get a better look at the white icons. CIC evidently still couldn’t identify them, but gravitic sensors gave an idea of the mass and position of the signatures. They were larger than most signatures around the system, and arranged in formation. Wellesley felt the fur on the nape of his neck bristle. He opened an interior channel.
“CIC, Bridge here. What’s the holdup on the unknowns at the system’s edge?”
“Gravitics are still analysing the signatures. At the moment we believe it’s a Federation patrol; we’re waiting to hear back from New Columbia traffic control.”
“Understood.” Wellesley closed the channel.
Half a minute or so passed as Wellesley continued to frown at the display. Suddenly, the signatures flickered orange. Wellesley swore, and began issuing a stream of orders.
“Sound general quarters throughout the ship, battle stations! Helm, bring the IDC to full power, evasive maneuvers, as far as we know there are already missiles closing on the ship. Comms, request access to the Federation tactical net, I don’t want us shooting eachother by mistake. Tactical, load missile tubes with long range cruise missiles and interceptors, half and half. Look lively people, we have company!”
New Columbia High Orbit
Under the pretense that it’s port-side hangars were all busy at the moment, Anna Karenina’s landing control directed the ambassador’s shuttle on a sweeping detour to a starboard hangar. Their approach took them around the bow of the Commonwealth battlecruiser, past the enormous hatches that concealed her axial superlaser arrays, then around her starboard broadside and the rows of railguns and missile tubes, then down towards an upper hangar, just close enough to catch a glimpse of the dorsal gamma laser turrets, crouched and inactive like sleeping dogs.
The UFS delegation was greeted by Ribbentrop and Captain Wellesley with great ceremony, then whisked off on a brief tour of the ship, then down to the diplomatic stateroom where a small reception had been whipped together seemingly out of nowhere. There was food, drink, even a string quartet and a large crystal sculpture of the UFS sigil. Where exactly such things had come from aboard a warship was anyone’s guess, but there they were. There weren’t all that many guests; the rest of the Vit’azny diplomatic delegation, a few off duty senior officers, and a scattering of civilian specialists who happened to be on the ship.
Captain Wellesley excused himself back to the bridge after a while, while Ribbentrop chatted with the UFS Ambassador. The Commonwealth and the UFS had shared borders for years, and the quality of available translation software was quite good. Despite not speaking the same language, Ribbentrop and the ambassador were able to converse quite easily with their in-ear translator devices. As the reception began to wind down, Ribbentrop decided enough time had passed to broach the topic of why they were there.
“Ambassador,” he began, “I’ve certainly enjoyed learning more about you and the Federation. I think it’s time we got down to business, if you’ll pardon my bluntness.”
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Captain Wellesley tapped his fingers along his chair idly. Hopefully things in the stateroom were proceeding well. Ribbentrop was certainly a capable diplomat, so Wellesley wasn’t particularly worried. A disturbance on the main holotank caught his attention. Wellesley glanced up, noting a number of white icons that had appeared at the edge of the system. He frowned. “Clear civilian traffic off the display,” he called out. Much of the clutter on the display winked out, letting him get a better look at the white icons. CIC evidently still couldn’t identify them, but gravitic sensors gave an idea of the mass and position of the signatures. They were larger than most signatures around the system, and arranged in formation. Wellesley felt the fur on the nape of his neck bristle. He opened an interior channel.
“CIC, Bridge here. What’s the holdup on the unknowns at the system’s edge?”
“Gravitics are still analysing the signatures. At the moment we believe it’s a Federation patrol; we’re waiting to hear back from New Columbia traffic control.”
“Understood.” Wellesley closed the channel.
Half a minute or so passed as Wellesley continued to frown at the display. Suddenly, the signatures flickered orange. Wellesley swore, and began issuing a stream of orders.
“Sound general quarters throughout the ship, battle stations! Helm, bring the IDC to full power, evasive maneuvers, as far as we know there are already missiles closing on the ship. Comms, request access to the Federation tactical net, I don’t want us shooting eachother by mistake. Tactical, load missile tubes with long range cruise missiles and interceptors, half and half. Look lively people, we have company!”
Guess I'll work on one next.
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