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Post by Andyrids » Fri, 17. Oct 14, 19:58

kaistern wrote:Three HOURS of story lost tonight!!! Bangs head against stupid computer...

Well such is life, try again tomorrow lol

(I went to hit the submit button for the content and it asked me to log on and when I did the whole thing was lost :( )
On some forums when that happens you can use the browsers back button (usually twice) and be able to see the post you were working on again, sometimes you just get a prompt to resubmit the field data... most of the time you can usually get what you typed back through just messing about with that or even the history sometimes.

The safest way though when making a long post is to do it in either notepad or the old MS Wordpad then copy and paste it...
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Post by kaistern » Sat, 18. Oct 14, 00:43

my computer at work is running windows explorer 5 :P n such love on the bac button just an empty field.


Ill have to see if it has word and start using that. this is the 4th or 5th time this happened
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Post by Sabrina Bergin » Sat, 18. Oct 14, 02:30

Why explorer five we ate now up to explorer 11 any business should keep basic tools up to date. Also no excuse for not using word to write your stuff.

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Post by kaistern » Sat, 18. Oct 14, 08:48

shaun bergin wrote:Why explorer five we ate now up to explorer 11 any business should keep basic tools up to date. Also no excuse for not using word to write your stuff.
1)idk i think they are just being cheap

2)yeah ill have to check and see if they even have it.... the comps are not exactly top of the line
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Post by kaistern » Sun, 19. Oct 14, 11:15

Note: I checked some footage I have of an upcomming battle and realised that I only got 5 borons + Ninu Na from that first op. So I went back and edited the post for accuracy.

I have to cut todays short, i didn't have as much time as i thought I was going to and now i dont want to get started on the next part and run out of time and not give ya'll anything at all :D anyhow hope ya'll enjoy!

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"Main cannons, Fire!" My new XO, Rick Jones, shouted. Twin blue beam shot out of the forward cannons as the two ion pulse generators fired in tandom, and were quickly followed by six globs of green plasma from the HEPTs. The astroid didn't seem to care.

"As you see sir, the twin IPG deal a nasty blow and the HEPTs offer the ability to continously deal damage while the IPGs warm back up. Centuars weren't really made to continously dish out heavy weapon fire like the heavy centuars which is why I went with the combination of HEPTs to supliment the damage from the IPGs." Several weeks ago I had asked Miles to see to the repairs and manning the Centuar I had captured in President's End. In his usual manner, Miles had delegated. Instead of doing the man hunt himself, in addition to his other duties, he had hired Jones to oversee the job. Jones had gone about getting the repairs done, selling the older equipment off of it (well 6 of the 8 IPGs anyhow) overhauling the engines and hold, installing the new weapons and shielding, and finally signing on a crew. I had meet with him on several occasions durring the refit to check on progress, but this was my first time actually inside of the ship since we captured it. Jones had done an amazing job on the refit, everything had changed. Gone were the plain grey walls smeared in blood and pock-a-dotted with rifle fire. In was a two tone color set the somehow made the entire ship feel bigger and alive somehow.

We were standing on the bridge, me, Kar'l, Frankie, Elaine, Valse, Kult, and Ninu Na, as well as Jones and the three crewmen who were manning the controls. It was cramped. It was VERY cramped. The bridge on the Centuar was only barely big enough to be called such. There was a command chair against the back wall facing the main veiwport and overlooking the three control stations; Tactical(weapons, missiles, ect.), Operations(shield and hull status, engine status, ect.), and the Helm(you know, flying the ship and shit). The funny part though was that you could override all three stations from the command chair which kinda made them redundent. As of right now though, the command chair was empty (I was tempted to set down but as crowded as the room was I wouldn't be able to see anything), the three crewmen(whose names I do not know) were sitting at the control stations, and the other eight of us were trying to stand in a space that was not designed to fit three people comfortably.

"That seems to be fine XO," I stated, "May I suggest we continue the tour somewhere we all might fit?" Jones seemed a little crest fallen about not getting to show off the centaur more, but I was getting really claustrophobic. Jones showed us off the bridge and started showing us the rest of the ship. Valse was eating it up like candie. Frankie and Kar'l were being very academic about it, asking questions and making observations. Ninu Na was well he was being Nina Nu... He said nothing but took in everything. Since me and Kult had already throughly been threw out the ship we hung to the back of the group to talk.

"So what do you think?" I asked

"About the ship? Well it's Argon made so you know it's a well rounded ship. I think I'll keep my boys over on the Marine Lander though, it's much friendlier to marines. This ship could use some as security but It can't house enough of us to really be able to be an effective boarding crew. Too few and the ship is too slow."

"That's fine, I don't want your men in here anyhow." I said laughing "How about the Boron, can you make use of him?"

"I don't know, its impossible to talk to him. And I don't just mean hard, he won't say anything!" I glanced to the boron to see if he heard Kult's outburst but he was just staring at one of the walls. "Oh sorry sir. Anyhow, next time we are on an Op I'll take him with and keep him close to me and Liom. If he does anything funny we'll keep an eye on him. Oh by the way I hired some new guys, seven of them, that seemed pretty alright. Your finance guy, Gizmo? He autherized it." I nodded my head in acceptance

"We will defiantly need them. I don't know when the next time we run across a chance to board a ship will be but when it gets here I'll need all the help I can get."

"In regards to that I felt that a lot of the men, especially those borons we picked up, could use with some more learning. I enrolled them and the new guys in some classes at the Outpost. But while they are in school, our original team plus Ninu Na, and one other new guy who actually knows what the diffrence between a door and a marine is, are ready to go."

"Good, I don't plan on waiting to long. Once this tour is over I'll need you to take Elaine and Valse back home, and at the same I am going to take the Centaur and the Dragons and go hunting. So be ready."

Our tour finally came to a stop in the ready room adjacent to the command center. I stepped to the front of the group.

"Alright everyone, I hope you have enjoyed the tour, but it's time to go. Elaine, Mr. Kult will show you and Valse to the Marine Lander which will take you back home. Kar'l, Frankie, get the dragons ready. I want to run field tests in an hour. And by field tests I mean dead Xenon. I have a contract to patrol north from here to Antigone Memorial that starts in an hour, I want everyone breifed and ready to go." Finally I turned to Jones. "Mr. Jones, thank you for the tour but for me to really get a feel of the ship, I need to take her into combat. Please prep the crew and have them ready. In the mean time I will be in here familiarizing myself with the ship specs. Ok? Everyones dismissed."
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Post by kaistern » Thu, 23. Oct 14, 10:23

"Helm hundred percent, right stern thruster... NOW!" I ordered as we passed the Xenon P. The helm'sman complied pushing the tail of the ship hard away from the P and in effect bringing the Bow quickly around and the P back into our firing arc.I looked over to Jones who was currently manning the tactical consule "Jones, fire!" I shouldn't have wasted my breath as he was already burning hell into the shields of the Xenon corvette. We were in the Sector called "The Wall" doing a patrol through the muck that was called space here. We had been searching for xenon for hours now and in this Muck we had nearly run head long into a P! The Dragons were making short work of the fighters that accompanied it but they were leaving the P to us. In fact I had left strict orders that they were not to interfer unless things started to go down hill.

The P was trying hard to outmanuver us but with the speed and manuverability of the Centuar the Helmsman was easily keeping on it's tail. "Ops! Give me a status report" I still hadn't learned the names of the crewmen, not even the bridge crew.

"Aye sir. Shields at 90%, hull integrity uncomprimised. Energy reserves at 70% and falling. Enemy shields at 50% and falling." All of a sudden I was thrown forward against the harness of the command chair. The Xenon P had come to a complete halt all of a sudden to try an force us to ram it, but the helmsman had seen it just in time and had thrown the engines into reverse to keep us from hitting. All the while Jones was firing round after round into it's side.

"Come on burn, baby burn!" He said unleashing another volley from the IPGs. The P tried to use it's position thrusters to come about and face us from a stand still, but with a little manuevering we circled around keeping it in our's and us out of it's. 40%...30%...20..10... The Xenons shields fell Jones poured more fire into it, it's hull falling rapidy. 80%...50%...30%....and then.....BOOM! The Xenon disapeared in a flash of nuclear energy as a missile from a Sec Def ship impacted the side of it.


"Yeah!!" "WhoooHooo!" "We did it!" The bridge errupted in cheers. It's suprising how much noise three people can make in a small room. I just smiled shaking my head slightly. They were excited about the victory but the mercenary in me just watched sec def steal over 50k in reward money in a flash of light. I mentally sighed and then stood up to congratulate the crew. They deserved as much. Opening up the ship-wide intercomm I started,

"This is the captain. Stand down to condition two." I took a deep breath in and out before continueing, "Good work, everyone. You can all now notch a mark on your belts for a Xenon P." Short and sweet right? I was never good with talking. Turning off the PA I looked to Jones. "Anything left on the Sat feed?"

"Negitave, captain. This sector is clear."

"Helm, set a course for the northern gate to Antigone Memorial. Full ahead. XO you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room if something come up, and please get me when we are on final approach to the gate." I said as I stood up and started to the door to the ready room.

"Aye captain."

Closing the door to the ready room behind me I moved to the table and poured myself a shoot. I was mad. This wasn't the first time Sec Def had waited unitl the very end of a battle and then swooped in to steal the kill.... and my reward money to boot! True we would still get paid for the Patrol but 50 grand was a lot of money to lose. There had to be a way to work around this in the future.

"Gizmo, I need you to analize our last engagement. I want a way to increase our chances of landing the last blow, but without wasting money."

"Sure thing boss, give.. me... just.... a...... second... Ok, I think I have a way, but you may to sit down while I explain it though.


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It was such a relief to be able to see again. The diffrence between the soup that was called space in the wall and the clearness of Antigone Memorial was just intoxicating. Though the bliss didn't last long as alarms soon rang.

"Sir Xenon ships just warped in. The're right on top of us! Xenon P and assorted fighter less then 2km away!" Jones shouted.

"Understood. Go to red alert." I replied. Red lights breifly flashed as Jones sounded general quarters. The ship shuttered slightly as Beams from the Xenon P lashed out to kiss us.

"Helm hard over, bring us around to fire." The ship slowly turned to face the Xenon at the helmsman's touch. "Jones give them our favorite dose of medication."

"Aye, Aye." He replied with a grin, firing the main cannons into the P. Looking to the gavidar I could see the dragons breaking off to engage the enemy fighters, while in the distance a group of sec def ships sat idle watching as we went to work on the Xenons. Just like them, let us do all the hard work and then swoop in for the kill. Not today fellas.

The P was quickly getting bigger on the screen as we headed straight on towards it both of us exchanging cannon fire. But we were giving better then we were getting.

1km... Our shields were at 80%, it's shields were at 70%.

"Ops, reconfigure the shields to profile Gizmo-3-7-1."

"Sir?"

"Just do it!" I shouted

"Aye, captain." He replied as he reconfigured the shields to a setting Gizmo had devised. It completely refocused the shields away from the rest of the ship and into a wedged shape in front of the bowfacing away from the ship.

"Sir, this leaves our back side completely exposed!" Jones said as he noticed the changes. I ignored him as I pressed a button transfering controls from the Helm to my seat.

"Helmsman, I have control." I pushed the trottle in completely bring us to full speed as we headed straight at the toaster.

500 meters... Us - 60%. Toasters - 43%

The P kept growing bigger and bigger as I dared the P to a game of chicken.But that's the ting about computers, no balls.

200 meters... Us - 54%. Them 40%

The P turned to the left, having had enough of this game. But it was too late, it was too slow.

100 meters...

"Captain! Change course or were going to hit!" Jones cried out

"That's the point." I said as I continued to bear down on the P. 100... 50...

It had taken Gizmo hour to convince me of this plan. Shield apparently used some sort of energy that gizmo had a horrendously long name for. I called it dark matter. Anywho, the way dark matter works is that when it comes into contact with any other form of energy it cancels it out. Gizmo tried to explain the physics of it to me. It didn't work, my mind just does not work like that. But in short by canceling the other energy for out the dark matter was depleted but so was what ever it came into contact with, be it a laserbeam, a bolt plasma or other darkmatter (Mass driver work differently, something about the alloy that they are made out of is uneffected by the dark matter). By focusing all of our shields to a wedge at the front of the ship we had effectivly made a sword out of dark matter. A sword that I intended to use. It had taken Gizmo a full five minutes to do that math to calculate how to correctly excecute the sword, and he said that meant it would take a full team of math experts several years to come up with the same results.

25 meters...

<COLLISION ALERT, COLLISION ALERT>

I ignored the computer as the edge of my dark matter sword started to impact the shield of the P. Everything seem so sureal in that moment. Joned viably cringed as he braced for the impact he KNEW was coming. The helmsman was staring transfixed on the view screen praying that this was only a dream. The Ops-man threw himself to the floor in an attempt to save himself. And I just grinned.

It was over in a flash. The instant the dark matter shields of both ship contacted they fought, each molecule canceling an opposing molecule out. But the P's shield were already low and they just didn't have enough dark matter left. It soon(as in less then a millisecond) ran out of shields and then my darkmatter impacted the Ps Hull. It cut through it like a hot knife through butter. The P was torn in half as my centaur charged though. Explosions ripped across our hull as the Xenons core went critical. But of course Gizmo had forseen this. As soon as the sword had cleared the P the shield remodulated itself back to it's normal shape to withstand the blast from the explosion. The bridge shook as the force of the explosion overpowered our inertal dameners. And then it was over. Looking out the veiw port nothing but empty space greeted us except the two halfs of the Xenon floated behind us. A quick glance at the now abandoned ops station showed our shields were down to 13%, with no scratchs on the hull. The bridge crew turned towards me with stunned looks on their faces. I smiled. I cheesed it.

"And that gentlemen is the Sword of Vengeance."


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"That was dangerous. That was irresponsible. That was... That was..."

"Effective?" I offered "Amazing? Revolutionary?" Me and Jones were in the ready room... talking... I was seated behind the table eating on a bowl of strawberry icecream I had had synthesised, with my feet propped up on the confrence table. Jones was pacing back and forth ranting about my ramming of the Xenon P.

"You could have killed not only yourself but the entire crew! And why? Why? To TEST a THEORY? You had NO idea if that was going to work."

"I had it from a good source that it was likely to work."

"Likely!?!" I winced at my bad choice of words there, "Likely! So you admit you didn't even know that it would work!"

"Well it sounded correct, and as it turns out it is. What more is there to talk about? I made a decision, my decision worked, no one got hurt, everyone got paid. End of story." Jones just turned away from me obviously trying to contain his anger.

"You could have killed us all."

"But I didn't. And now we know for the furture that it will work. We now have a method for preventing sec def from stealing kills from us, some of the time."

"From now on, SIR, I request to be kept informed about all decisions such as this."

"Granted. Now.." Gizmo intrupted me before i could finish my sentence.

"Boss, Boss, Boss, We got a problem!"

"What is it Gizmo?"

"Our Sat array in Red Light just got shot down. I checked the sensor log from before it was destroyed and there is another Nova fleet headed this way!" Me and Jones both looked at each other.

"What are we dealing with Gizmo?"

"A Morrigu plus one M3, two M4s and four M5s" I looked jones dead in the eye.

"You ready for this?"

"Are we going to ram it too?"

"No... We are going to capture it."


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A few hours later we were ready. in that time the Nova fleet had crossed through Home of light and were now headed north in President's End. We had assembled in Cloudbase Southeast. Kar'l and Frankie had their men ready. Kult had his men ready. And Jones had my men ready. it was time to go.

"Helm, jump the ship to PE."

We emerged from the east gate trailing the Nova fleet.

"Helm set pursuit course. Jones fire a standard missile barrage at all light fighters." The ship turned to chase the Morrigu while jones fired misile swarm after missile swarm at the enemy. We were running low on supplies with on 27 Wasps and 4 Silkworms left. So we had decided on a "standard barrage" of 2 wasps per scout, 3 wasps per light fighter, and then once we were closer we would fire the remainning silkworms and a wasp swarm to cover them at the heavy fighter.

It was beautiful watching the wasp swarms decimate the enemy fleet and when all was said and done only the morrigu and the heavy fighter remainned.

The Morrigu had come about to face us and we were now quickly closing with it, while the heavy fighter was some 7 km further behind it. My fighters were still on there way from CBSE since they did not have the jumpdrive needed to follow me directly. The Morrigu was just barely out of range but with it headed right at us....

"Fire the forward cannons." I said and watched as the cannon fire soared towards the enemy. It had technecially been out of range but since the morrigu was moving closer to us the cannon fire hit it dead-on. The cannons impacted the morrigu reducing it's shields to 93%. Enraged it returned fire. Closer and closer we came as we lobbed bolts of death at each other. Jones looked at me questioning weather I inteded to repeat my earlier manuever. I shook my head. Closer we came and closer. Finally with just a little over 1km seperating us the Morrigu dropped it's nose down in an attempt to pass us.

"Helm, stay the course, let them pass us. Jones target the heavy fighter and take it out." I watched as Jones fired another volley into the Morrigu before it left our firing arch and passed underneath us, bringing the heavy fighter that had been behind it into out view. Jones quicky let out the five silkworms as well as a swarm of wasps to confuse the pilot.

"Resume the attack on the morrigu." A quick glance to ops showed our shields at 86% and it's shields were at 79%. The helmsman turn the ship right as the fighter behind us fireballed. The captain of the morrigu, now without an escort and facing a superior ship and with numerous fighters inbound, decided to make a run for it and started to make for the north gate to escape. That just made it to easy me. I slid in behind the morrigu and ordered Jones to pounded it with the main cannons until its shields were dry. By this time the dragons had finally caught up and started to use their lighter weapons to keep the Morrigu's shields down. However Jones had been overzealous and had done a little more damage then I meant to, and now the wounded ship had only 52% hull left. Kult and his boys were quickly coming up from the rear and were about ready to deploy...

"Helm full stop. The rest is up to the DeathJumpers."


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"Alright ladies!" Kult yelled to the other Deathjumpers. "It's go time!"

Kult was in the launch bay of the Marine Lander with the other 7 marines who were about to jump out and try to capture the enemy Morrigu. Five of them had been with him when they had taken the Centuar. One of them was one of the new guys, and the only one that Kult thought was ANY where near ready for boarding ops. And the last member of their party was Nina Nu. Kult still thought it was odd that eight out of the twenty marines he had under his command were boron, had they forgot that they were suppose to be peace-loving? But where that was weird, Nina Nu was different. Nina Nu crept Kult out. NOONE should be able to waltz into a room with 7 guards waiting with automatic rifles and then walk out alive, but for that person to be Boron!?!

The ready light switched from green to yellow.

"FIVE SECONDS LADIES!"

The light turned from yellow to red. Kult held his breath as he steadied himself for the bay door to swing open and for the Void to pull them out. Something brushed against Kult's arm as the doors started to pull open. It felt like time slowed down as he turned to see a Boron sized space suit rushing past his, then jumping with tenticals spread wide. Kult just stared as he watched Nina Nu being sucked out, through the doors that were only barely open enough to let him through, like a bullet. Never had Kult seen anyone run and JUMP to get out of the launch bay before. Crazy fraking Boron! Was Kult's last thought be for him and the rest of the marines were sucked out into open space where all of his attention went to controling his suit.

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Lazy marines. Why stand around waiting to be hopelessly pulled out of the airlock, when with a little effort you are in control? Nina Nu thought as he SHOT straight to the morrigu where his suits built in system brought him safely to latch onto the side of the ship. Now where to get in?

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Kult watched as Nina Nu gracefully landed on the side of the Morrigu while the rest of the team was some 150 meters way from it. Damn it, if that is not effective. Crazy fraking Boron! Seconds later his own suit brought him down on the surface of the morrigu. Glancing over to where the boron was some 200 yards further up the ships hull then them, he called out. "Nina Nu over here!" Then he powered up his Photon cutter and started to hack away at the hull. That when the explosion went off.

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Argon were such odd folk. Didn't they realise that windows were weak? Nina Nu thought as he finished placing the charges on the window. Smiling inwardly he backed away from the window and pushed the trigger.

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Kult looked up from where he had dived for cover when he had head the explosion, his marine instincts kicking in. Looking around he saw debris floating by, coming from where Nina Nu had been standing only moments before. Standing up he rushed over as fast as his spacesuit would let him to find a perfectly round hole blasted away from the side of the morrigu just big enough to fit through. But no Nina Nu.

"Come on boys I guess that crazy ass squid made us a way in."

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Corporal Johnson had been friends with Private Marton ever since they both joined with Nova Corp. They had always taken the same assignments, and they had both agreed that this one was to good to pass up. 5 millions credits for everyone if they managed to kill one guy!?! To good to be true they had joked. Now Johnson was not so sure that it wasn't to good to be true after all. From what the captain had broadcast over the intercome their fighter escort had already been blown away in a hellstorm of missiles, and in their attempt to get away they had been shelled and shelled and shelled. Now with their ship limping, the automated system had activated to anounce that they had enemy boarders. Johnson and Marton they were patroling down on othe the level two corridors when they turned a corner to find a boron in a spacesuit halfway down the hall. Johnson glanced at Marton who had a confused look on his face, and then shrugged. Johnson walked over to the spacesuit and nugged it with his toe. It felt hallow. Johnson felt his neck twist suddenly to look at Morson. His last thought before darkness overtook him was how strange Morson looked with his head cocked at that angle... And why was there a tenticale wrapped around his neck?

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Kult rounded the cornor to see an odd sight. The was Nina Nu laying on the floor with two argons heaped over him. Ah frak, he got him self killed Kult thought. But he wanted to make sure that the Boron was dead be for he left him so he walked over and pulled the two marines off of him, their head rolling oddly to the side as he pushed them to the side. well at least he was able to break the necks of two of these bastards before they got him. Kult turned to inspect Nina Nu but for the life of him he couldn't find anything wrong with his space suit. Kult pressed the open button on the suit. The facemask slide open to reveal an empty suit.

"Motherfraking Crazy-ass INSANE BORON!"

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The rest of the trip to the bridge was uneventfull. Kult and the rest of the marines moved slowly clearing each and everyroom. Several time their position was broadcast by the ships computer to warn the crew where they were. Oddly though the enemy never once tried to ambuse them. Kult stared down the corridor at the doors to the bridge. By his count there should be at least 6 marines on the other side of it just waiting on them. Where the frak is that Boron? he thought as they started inching their way up. Suddenly Nina Nu dropped down from a vent in the ceiling.

"I wouldn't go any further if I was you."

"Why the FRAK not?" Kult shot back. But Nina Nu just shrugged and then sat down in the middle of the hallway. He pulled something out of his pocket and proceded to light it up. He puffed on it and then smiled.

"How the hell can you be smoking a fraking blut in the middle of a boarding op!?!" But the Boron just puffed on his cigar and smiled. Frak it we have a job to finish. Kult thought as he stepped forward. BOOM! The door to the bridge blew out of it's frame as fire rushed towards them, and rocked the ship. The explosion knocked Kult off his feet and onto his back. Once it was over Kult groaned as he sat up to find a grinning Boron in front of him.

"I told you." Ninu Na said taking another puff

CRAZY FRAKING BORON!

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(1) Here is a Video of the battle. I change a few detail to make for better reading. I think I was holding my baby durring this battle because I normally don't frak it up so bad. I mean at one point i CIRCLED the morrigu instead of launching marines??? And I normally use my mouse when i am fighting, unless I am holding my baby then I only use the keyboard. I am luck I didn't bite the dust when I accendentally rammed the morrigu :P
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Post by kaistern » Thu, 23. Oct 14, 11:17

I hope ya'll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I throughly loved this chapter and it took me DAYS to write it. I especially like the sword of vengeance since this is actually one of my favorite tactics to ensure I get a kill when sec def is hammering on my target. Works REALLY well :D

Anyhow let me know if ya'll like it!

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Post by Sabrina Bergin » Thu, 23. Oct 14, 13:03

Loved it and unlike Kult Ninu is growing on me.

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Post by kaistern » Fri, 24. Oct 14, 11:20

"He destroyed half the ship!" Kult ranted.

"He blew up the bridge," Miles replied defending Nina Nu, "Compared to the REST of the damages to the ship, it is very minor."

The morrigu had been VERY badly damaged durring it's capture. First by Jones and my overzealous assault, and then after we captured it we tried to tractor it with the centaur only to have the enitre left engine nacelle rip completely off. After that we used the morrigu's own directional thrusters to slowly move it by its own power. It took days.

Today found us sitting in the ready room abourd my Centuar. All of my Leuitenants were here. Miles I had asked aboard to for updates to the repairs on the morrigu as well as the on going afairs of the missile complex. Kult came to nearly every meeting to keep informed as the the operations of the fleet so that he could keep the marines ready when we needed them. Frankie and Kar'l also came to every meeting as they had been with me from the beginning and they were my top two men.

"As to the rest of the repairs," Miles continued, "I think I can have the morrigu ship shape by the end of the week. I already have a crew stripping the ship of all damaged areas, and a couple other crews back at the factory fabricating replacement parts. It wouldn't take so long but I am going to have to replace all four of the engines, AND completely rebuild the nacelle you ripped off."

I nodded, truth be told it was better news then I had feared. By the computer readings the morrigu had had less then 20% hull integrety left when it made it back to Ore Belt. Oddly though Miles had already told me that I didn't have to worry about any costs assosiated with the repairs. He had told me that he had enough spare parts and materials laying around the facotry that he would just retask some of the workers to building ship parts instead of missiles. What was really diffrent about it though was that he also told me that missile production wouldn't even be slowed down. I was at least 50% sure that there was more to this then meet the eye but my factories were outproducing most other factories in the area and some how Miles alsway seemed to buy the resources at rock bottom prices and sell the excess missiles for more then what they were worth. I smelled something fishy going on but as long as I was making money from it....

"Kult, besides Nina Nu how are the rest of your marines doing?" I asked

"Well I picked up another 8 men, who are now in school. I swear it take forever to teach these numbskulls how to breach a ship."

"So that brings us to 28 marines including you?" Its not every day that you realise you have a full squad of marines at your beck and call.

"Yeah, the borons are ready to go, I am fairly confident that they can tell the diffrence between an enemy and a bulkhead now. I also gave them some basic trainning in hacking as well."

I pulled a bottle out from under the desk and poured myself a glass of spacefuel before passing the bottle around the table. As usual Miles and Frankie passed while Kult and kar'l both helped them selves.

"I am going to suspend operations until the repairs on the morrigu are finished. I feel that the pilots and marines have all earned some valuable R&R and I see no reason to deny that to them. Well gentlemen I feel that about wraps things up. Frankie, Kar'l if you wouldn't mind staying on board for a while I need to speak to each of you privately." With that I stood up while Miles and Kult made their good byes and then I asked Frankie to join me on a walk.

I had a difficult desicion in front of me. The morrigu needed a captain, and I was torn between giving it to Kar'l or to Frankie. On the one hand, outside of battle Frankie was much more professional and would was a better example. On the other hand, DURRING combat Frankie had a tendency to lose his head and THAT was not something I wanted someone in control of so much firepower to do.

"So Frankie where do you see your self going in your career?" I asked hoping it sounded innocent enough.

"Well sir, I really enjoy were I am at right now. Leading the men in a fight is more then I ever would have asked for. The feeling of being in a dogfight is like nothing I have ever experianced before. The thrill when you take down a Xenon L." Frankie got a misty look in his eye as he thought about flying, "I guess sir, to answer your question I hope that going forward You will keep me in my current position as wing leader. I Love the thrill of flying with the Dragons."

"That's good to hear Frankie. Oh I picked up a present for you the other day. I know you have been fighting in that Mako since we meet but I picked up a Nova Raider. It has MUCH more shielding and firepower while still being able to keep up with most M4s and even some of the slower M5s."

"Really sir? I have seen the Nova Raiders before. The Argon navy like to show them off after the war to remind us that they were ready if we were ready. I... ah that is.... Thank you sir I'd love to fly it."

"Good, well that's all I had to talk to you about. If you want to hitch a ride over to the shipyard the Raiser is waiting on you." As Frankie walked off I shook my head with a smile. I think the smile on his face was the most expression I had ever seen on that boy's face outside of battle. Turning around I head back to the ready room when Kar'l was already half way thoug hthe bottle I had left with him. I sat back down in my chair and pulled out another bottle, taking a swig without even thinking of pouring it in a glass first. God I had missed this stuff.

"Ha! Truely as I live it has been to long since we drank together!" Kar'l roared in his usual fashion.

"It is true, it is true." I replied "My friend I have a question to ask of you. What do you see in your future? Will you always be a fighter pilot?" For the first time that I had ever seen Kar'l was silent. The he took a long swig from his bottle.

"Most people do not know the name of fmaily Trukon. Once a long time ago I am told that we were a proud family, but now.... now I am all that is left." Kar'l paused while he took another long swig from his bottle. "That is why I came to Argon space. In split territory all of the best contracts and promotions go to those who have the highest regard with family Rhonkar. There was nothing for me there, to family Rhonkar I am worth less then dirt, and they have plenty of dirt. You have been good to me Wil'helm and I owe you a debt of blood. You I will follow until you have no use for me, and with luck you will bring honor to my name."

I took a long pull from my bottle, this had gone much deeper then I had intended. "I need a captain for the morrigu, and the captain I need is you. I do not now much about Split honor or about these blood debts you and Nina Nu keep throwing in my face but what I do know is that together we are stronger then anything this universe can throw at us."

"Ha! That squid! Now he has the soul of a warrior. Did you know I dueled with him? Never have I had so much fun at losing! And the bad part is he was smiling the entire time!" Kar'l laughed hard at this and I even found my self laughing to, Imagine a Boron wrestling a SPLIT! So yeah this was some good space fuel obviously, I'll have to remember to pick some more up. "But the morrigu? me? Truely Wil'helm it would be a great honor to command such a fine vessel." Kar'l drained the last of his bottle and started eyeing mine. I handed the still more then half full bottle over to him, I could feel the alcohol coursing through my veins... I didn't need any more.

"I am planning a GREAT party for when we finish it. Lots of spacefuel. Lots of spaaaccceefeeuullll." Oh yeah it was really starting to go to my head. "We need changes here, many changes."

I don't remember much after that but later Kar'l assured me that we had a hell of a time. I got to get some more of that spacefuel.


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Several days later the morrigu was done ahead of schedule. As I told Kar'l I had planned a big party with mandatory attendance for everyone who worked for Dragon Corp well except for the factory workers this was more for the benifit of the military side. I rented a hall at the trade station and had a local resturant carter food. Fresh BBQ Argnu Ribs. I also had Miles procure several kegs of spacefuel. The hall was not anything fancy, I mean after all it was soon gong to be full of drunks eating BBQ... I didn't want anything breakable to be in a thre block radius much less in the hall itself. There was a podium set up at one end of the room and then many tables set up where they would all have a good view of the true reason behind the feast. I arrived early to oversee the preperations, not that I knew ANYTHING about how to prepare this, but my nervous were jittery and it helped to ease them. Finally everyone started to file in and I made my way around welcoming everyone and leting them know that the waitstaff would be able to bring them drinks and that we would break out the spacefuel later on in the night. After everyone had arrived the wait staff served us the ribs which turned out to be delicous and then I made my way to the podium.

"Attention, Attention please." I started. "First off i want to thank all of you for coming to my party, which of course was mandatory if you wanted a paycheck tomorrow." I got a round of laughter from that one "But now I am sure you are all curious as to why I asked... er ordered.. you here. Less then six months ago I was a nobody, broke and with only a pegesus scout to my name. And from there I started Dragon Corp. Today We stand at over 50 millions in networth and over 50 combat members and over 200 non-combat members. Until now we have been very informal as far as rank and position goes. You have always known that I signed the paychecks, Kar'l and Frankie lead the Dragon Wings, Major Kult leads the marines and Jones is the XO of the Centuar. But with the addition of a second corvette to our forces that is no longer enough. Today we rectify that." I took a second for every thing to sink in. "Now for all the marines in the room Major Kult has from the get go given you ranks and a command structure. This will remain. And for the rest of you... Frankie please step up." Frankie slowly got to his feet and made his way to my side. "As of today I bestow to you the rank of Commander. From today forth you are given command over the fighters. ALL the fighters."

Frankies eyes went wide, "Thank you sir, it's an honor." I penned an insigna that I had designed for this to his collar, and then motioned him back to his seat. "Next Kar'l please step forward. I also bestoy the rank of Commander to you and to you I give the new Morrigu "Wrath" Kar'l accepted his insigna and then resumed his seat. "Mr. Jones... You will be know as Lieutenant Commander and will remain the XO of the Vengeance." I said as I penned his insigna on. The rest of the men also receive ranks. The new wing leaders for the Dragons became lieutenant commanders, and the rest were pilots. The Cheif engineer on the vengence became a lieutenant and the rest of the crew were well crewman... orignal I know but it worked. With the Promotions out of the way I broke open the first keg and then the party began. I did nto drink to excess that night, which as I am sure you know by now is not my norm but I wanted to stay level headed. The night mostly went as planned with everyone cheering for each other and proposing toast to each other until Jones all of a sudden turn straight to me and said "What about you sir? What do we call you now?" That was something I had been thinking about for a while now. Obviously I was no longer just a captain, but could you really be a Admiral of only two ships? "Commedore" I replied "For now I am Commedore McCloud."

"To the COMMEDORE!" Jones shouted raiseing his glass the room rocked as every one cheered and shouted. I smiled and set back down. Everyone was happy. You know I throw really good parties.


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Game time: 3-1/2 days?

ASSETS:

Credits: 2,456,345


--- Centaur "Vengeance" -Personal Ship-

--- Morrigu "Wrath" -Kar'l-

The Dragon's Wings
--- Nova Raider: Frankie "Maverick"
--- 10-M4s
--- 4-M3

Missile Complex
---Wasp Factory
---Typhoon Factory
---Silkworm Factory

Trade Fleet
---8 Uts
---2 Sts (Ore Belt)

The Death Jumpers (marines)
-Major Kult 3 star fight
-Lt. Rider 3 star fight
-Nina Nu Rank 100 fight, 3 star everything else
-5 marines
-20 marines in trainning



NEXT TIME: Becareful not to bite off more then you can chew......
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Post by kaistern » Sun, 26. Oct 14, 04:06

just noticed that the link to that battle was not a view able link lol

try this one instead
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Post by kaistern » Mon, 3. Nov 14, 09:56

Sorry for the delay in updates.... I am trying to add more dialog and interation to my story and this is my weak pint when it comes to writing. I can write the most beautiful combat ever but when it comes to people.... any way just wanted ya'll to know that I am working on it lol
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Post by Kual » Tue, 4. Nov 14, 08:47

Looking forward to it :-)

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Post by kaistern » Tue, 4. Nov 14, 10:10

argg I HATE writing dialog. especially since I feel that I need to flesh out just about EVERY character in the story... which requires DIALOG! lol With the main storyling (combats and building stuf and running missions and what not) it is very easy for the words to just flow and then after one go through to make it easier to read, and another for spelling and grammer, and it done. With Dialog.... I end up going over the same sentence ten to fifteen times.

Anyhow like I said I'm working on it lol
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Post by kaistern » Sun, 9. Nov 14, 11:52

"Concusion impulse cannons all around!" Kar'l demanded hold his flash of spacefuel high.

"I understand that CIGs would be devastating on the Wrath, but after a few volleys you'll be out of juice and a sitting duck. Not to mention that it will be harder to hit fighters with them." I explained, pouring my self another glass of spacefuel on ice. Kar'l and I were sitting on a crestent-moon shaped couch in the den of my house, enjoying the finer aspects of spacefuel and descuissing the load out for the Morrigu he had dubbed the "Wrath."

"But against another corvette the CIGs will be invaluable. We would quickly reduce it to space dust."

"True but I can handle other corvettes with the Vengeance. I need a dedicated anti-fighter boat, and THAT is what the wrath will be. Beside I don't want to just destroy every ship we come across, I want to capture them." I pointed out sipping at my glass.

"Of course she is your ship so what ever you think is best, but just think about how much damage we could do with CIGs. Nothing could stop us!" Kar'l drainned the last of his flash as I shook my head.

"Except for a couple wings of fighters!"

"NONSENSE!" he roared in return. I was about about ready to change topics to another contervisial subject, selecting a crew for the wrath, when Elaine walked up.

"William, there is a very polite Boron at the front door asking to see you." She said frowning at the several empty bottles of space fuel laying about. A POLITE Boron? Who could that be?

"I'll go see him." I tried to get up, only to have my legs betray me and drop me back down on the couch. "On second thought, Elaine, would you mind showing him in?" .

"You are setting a very bad example for Valse when you get drunk like this. You need to clean your self up, for his sake." Shaking her head disapprovingly, she turned and left the room. I looked over to Kar'l who shrugged with a smile before lifting another bottle to his lips. Moments later Elaine came back with a Boron in tow, then quickly left after shooting me, and the bottles, with a viscious glare.

The Boron had the largest smile on his face as he slid onto the far end of my crestent-moonshaped couch. Odd, he looks just like Nina Nu. If it wasn't for the fact that Elaine had said he had ASKED POLITELY to see me i wuld think it was him. Everyone knows the Nina Nu doesn't ever talk, and is never polite, maybe it is his brother.... yeah that must be it. I wonder when his Brother came in.

The Boron that I had decided was Nina Nu's brother kept grinning as he lit a cigar and took a huge pull from it, then slowly exhaled an odd smelling cloud of smoke.

"Nina Nu!" Kar'l exclaimed as he passed a a bottle of space fuel to the Boron "Ha! I heard Kult's rendition of how you single handedly wiped out a ship full of marines. Are you sure your not secretly asplit?" Wait so this was Nina Nu? I thought in confusion as my fuel clouded mind tried to sort through facts.

Nina Nu took another puff from his oddly smelling cigar before he looked at Kar'l "Yesss he wasn't to pleased wasss he? Isss think he is just mad he didn't get any fun."

"YOU TALK!?!" I exclaimed.

"Of courssse. When the time is right." Now was the right time? I thought looking at all of the alcohol thrown about. I would have MUCH prefered that the RIGHT time was when I was sober and clear headed. Aww well, I'll take what I can get. Nina Nu took another drag off of his oddly smelling cigar and then passed it to me. I had never been much of a cigar man myself but this was such a rare oppertunity, that I decided not to risk insukting the boron. I took the cigar and took a long puff and immediatly bent over coughing my lungs out. I had NEVER had such an odd cigar, it's taste was even odder then it's smell and it took me severl minutes to recover from my coffing spell. Nina Nu
and Kar'l were both laughing histerically at me as I recovered, quickly handing the cigar to Kar'l who also took a drag.

"You are brave indead, life-savior. Such a big hit of spaceweed will surly be intrestinnng."

"Space weed!?! I thought it was a cigar!" Both Kar'l and Nina Nu started laughing all over again, I found myself joinning them, unable to stop myself, yet unsure of what was so funny. "What is this about life-savior? I have a name."

"But't issss who you are to me. You saved me from Phantom, and in return I owesss you a debt. Until I repaysss, I am your servant."

"Servant? What do you mean? You will do what ever I ask?"

"Of a sortsss. It is different from slavery. I retain my honor. But Isss will help you when needed. Until our debt is settled." I let that news sink in as I battled for control over my own head. To say that the room was spinning was not correct, yet to say that the room was NOT spinning was also not correct. Such an intresting feeling. I was soon lost in my own head just feeling the motions of my own body and marvelling in them. Sometime later as the room stopped... not-spinning?... My attention wandered back to the table and Kar'l and Nina Nu. I was not sure how long I had been lost in my own head but it seemed like it had been forever, and I had not been aware of anything that had happened around me. Kar'l and Nina Nu must have decided that my first drag should also be my last drag of the night as the space-weed was now nothing more then a pile of ashes in a ash tray. Several more empty bottles now surrounded Kar'l though oddly the bottle Kar'kl had handed Nina Nu still sat there full.

"Welcomess back." Nina Nu and Kar'l laughed at my obvious state of bewilderment. I found myself once again unable to stop myself from joinning them in a laugh even though for the life of me I wasn't sure what was so funny. Even though my world was no longer not-spinning I still knew everything was not back to normal.

"How long was I," I stuttered confused as to how to describe my prior condition.

"Higher then a kite?" Kar'l offered "oh about three hours or so. Next time you shouldn't take such a big hit. You are way to small for it." We all cracked up laughing all over again. When we managed to stop i looked again to the Boron's still full bottle of space fuel.

"Did you forget about your booze?"

"No lifesaver, I do not drink. It dulls the sences and clouds the mind." And the spaceweed doesn't? My stomach rolled at the very thought of spaceweed, and I suddenly found my self rushing to the bathrroom where I puked my guts out for the next hour or so. By the time I finished and I was feeling better I came back out to find that Kar'l and Nina Nu had felt. I stumbled back to the bedroom and fell into bed.

"Gizmo..."

"Yes boss?"

"Remind me not to take big hits of spaceweed."

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Blahhhh...... Ok that is all the dialoge I can stand to write at one time. Next update should be quicker as it is very action oriented, and I likes writing action :D
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Post by Kual » Tue, 18. Nov 14, 16:48

How can you not like writing dialogue? You got some really great characters like Gizmo, Frankie, Valse, Elaine, Kar'l and Nina Nu.

You are doing very well in giving them life already, look at them as your friends. If there is something you do not like, embrace it and practice all the more.

And btw: waiting eagerly for the next chapter :-)
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