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Sargatanus' diverion had given Slug the time he needed for Darvonsal's final humiliation.
......The Visigoth, now nearly crippled with all of the crew, save Slug, dead, rolled in space. It's shell pierced, it's only life form aboard, a dying Salrilian Admiral, keyed in the final sequence. "The years have been cruel to me." Slug said through the blood he choked on. The bridge was a mess, his fleet had been completely destroyed by the StarLance's fleet. Dead crewmembers were strewn about the ship. Slug eyed the viewscreen where the massive StarLance sat in the dead center. He watched as the last supership blew itself apart under the turret flames. Slug pushed the button. The screen flashed red around the rims, the broken computer managed to ramble "warning... cllis..sion..collision... cour...sssssss". Outside the purple engines on the visigoth gasped their last breaths, propelling the once mighty Salrilian Carrier forward.
Helms and stations all around him exploded and spat sparks as their systems finally gave out under the strain. Slug, with great effort, hauled his dying body into a sitting positions. His life passed before his eyes. He remembered his position in the Ring Battle as Lord Admiral. He felt the pain of demotion after his humiliating defeat. He sat the chairs of the Gaitori Isolationists, and he felt the sorrow of never have personally killing his enemy. Sargatanus. A final spite. They had won against him. "Cry havoc....." He coughed up more blood from his failing body "...and let loose the dogs of war......." The glow faded from his eyes and he slumped into his chair lifeless.
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The Carrier continued towards the StarLance, now desperately trying to hold it off with weapons fire and in a gigantic flash, it all ended. The StarLance emerged from the shockwave badly shaken up, yet that was not the purpose of Slug's sacrafice. The quasispace overload enveloped the fleet of dreadnoughts, surrounding each one of them with the green, boiling effigies of a wormhole. The wormholes collapsed and the fleet vanished into it's own dimension. The universe had been saved.
------------------ Those who make up the rules, do not play the game. We, however, do. -Imperial Captain Alexi Darvonsal StarLance
The universe had indeed been saved, but at a great cost. One of the greatest leaders was dead. The xenophobic fear of humans the StarLance battle had instilled in the many alien races throughout the galaxy lead to the harsh treatment of the UNS for decades.
A new page had been written in the history books of the Galaxy, and in the many years following his noble sacrafice, monuments were erected in memory of Slug.
Fleet Admiral Slug
Meanwhile back in his home universe, Human Civilisation had rebuilt.
Admiral Darvonsal knew the time for his ascent was at hand.....
(bah, I go out of town for two days, and its all over while I'm gone. Oh well...) :frown:
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Post losses here:
Slug: 100%
26 carriers 17 Heavy Destroyers 43 Gunships 30 Frigates 45 Heavy Cruisers 90 Intercepters 50 Fighters
Darkk: 94% of commitment, <unknown> of total NPM resources
15/15 Gunships (Barbarosa II is Pharris's) 0/1 Gateships ( StormBreaker , our only survivor) 1/1 Disruptor Cannon (it wasn't blown up, but is useless now)
16/17 Of All Types
(I think Pharris escaped.)
------------------ Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!! Them: Ooops Me: Let's resume this disscussion near airlock 13. (immediatly following the first disrupter missle test)
Spitfire Squadron: 77%
10/11 Ishiman Heavy Cruisers 0/1 UNS Scoutship 0/1 Salrillian Gunship
10/13 of all types
------------------ "You can get much further with kind words and a loaded gun than you can with kind words alone." - Al Capone
(Let's say Pharris escaped. I kinda need him later on.)
The Final Moments of the Starlance
"You hear me X!? I'm making my way to a hull breach on the starboard side of the Starlance, about 2 klicks ahead of the disruptors. If I'm not there in twenty minutes, I'm not worth waiting for. Pharris out."
He moved quickly, shooting the parasites when he saw them in time, pulling them off of his pressure suit and crushing them when he didn't. Every few moments, the ship would shudder and he could feel the Ship's gravity fluxuate as reduntant systems shunted power loads throughout the ship.
He kept running. The ship continued to jump, and the lights continued to flicker. He would stop at junctions, read the signs and keep moving. Sometimes he would come to a sealed door or a containment forcefield, and he'd retrace his steps. Every few moments, the ship would shudder again, and he would be knocked off of his feet byt the surge in the failing artificial gravity systems.
suddenly, he felt a huge rumble, and everything went black for a moment. The blue backup lighting illuminated the corridor as Pharris floated up off the floor. He kept moving, pulling himself along the handrails, deeper and deeper into the belly of the Starlance. He passed through the failed security fields, escaping the quarantined section, but he kept on moving. After a few minutes, power was restored to the gravity systems, and Pharris started running again.
He was sure he was clear of the quarantine when he began seeing Medical teams and Damage control teams running again. Their ship in its death throes, they paid little attention to one extra man running through the halls. The armor had been blasted to shreds, outer sections had been entirely vented to space, more of the crew was retreating to the Innermost hull, where the most vital systems were protected by the sheer mass of the ship. Pharris reckognised these hallways. He passed what had once been Spammo's guest quarters, the mess hall. He passed abandoned security checkpoints, pushed his way through dozens of wounded crewmembers, being treated on the floors of the wide hallways. Finally, he saw the huge, familiar blast doors. The guards had long since abandoned their post to help the wounded, trickling in from all sections of the ship.
He opened the door. and there, at the front of the room, he could make out the imposing figure of Admiral Darvonsal. Pharris looked at his watch. he had ten more minutes. He drew his pistol, and turned off the safety. He walked across the cavernous bridge, past scores of crewmembers bent frantically over their consoles. Only one man was unphased by their current situation.
"Darvonsal!"
Pharris levelled his pistol. Darvonsal turned slowly on his heel.
"Are you still here!?" He was more annoyed than surprised
"I do not understand you, Captain Pharris. You are a good pilot and a reasonable man. You of all of all people should appreciate what I am doing here. How can you... a Human not appreciate the great favor I am performing for you? I am placing Humanity where it was always meant to be! I am making Humanity as a whole the sole rulers of more than just the universe, but the entire temporal plane! I will not rest until Humankind has control over all creation!! Can't you see what I am offering!? My universe made an immense sacrifice to build this ship, and I will use it to ensure that no Humans anywhere will have to suffer at the hands of aliens."
Pharris couldn't help but sympathise with this man. He sincerely believed that he was saving Humankind.
"Maybe aliens have done nothing but subjugate humanity in your universe, but has it occurred to you that Aliens may not be the same? Earth was saved only because of the intervention of aliens! The Ishinians, the ones who donated that gateship to stop you are the only reason that I'm here today! The Nijayais may as well be humans themselves! Even Earth has sent ships after you! You have served to unite races that have been warring for eons. And most importantly, they are rallied under a Human Admiral! We don't need your favours, Darvonsal. We don't need to be rulers of the universe! What is the point if there is noone to rule over!?"
Darvonsal looked out the windows at Slug's carrier careening towards him, then slowly back at Pharris. He sighed.
"You had better leave now, if you hope to see your friends again. The lift over there will take you to an airlock. You can get out that way. Goodbye Captain Pharris. I hope to see you again someday."
Darvonsal turned back to the huge bay windows, watching the Salrillian Carrier grow larger and larger. A siren sounded, and huge doors began to seal over the windows.
As the doors closed, Pharris saw Darvonsal walk slowly forward along the walkway between the bridge pits, reassuring his bridge crew, even in their apparantly hopeless situation.
The lift doors shut, and in less than a minute, Pharris was walking along the surface of the Starlance. He checked his watch. He was right on time.
He watched the hulk of Slug's carrier grow closer and closer. The Starlance was trying, unsucessfully, to evoid the collision, but its manouvering thrusters were all but destroyed.
Pharris turned on his Comlink and raised his first officer.
"I'm on the Starlance, but I'm further forward than I planned. I'm going to set off a flare, watch for it."
He turned on the flare, and watched as his ship, battered and torn slid towards him. It matched speeds with the Starlance, hovering a hundred yards over Pharris' head. Through a crack in the hull, he could see two crewmembers in pressure suits waving at him. He jumped and floated to his ship. As he landed, he clipped his harness onto the safety rail, and activated his comlink.
"I'm aboard and secure, Move it!"
As the ship rocketed away, Pharris had an amazing view of the Salrillian Carrier smashing into the Starlance. He turned his head and covered his eyes as the huge dreadnought disappeared in a brilliant flash of light.
(This message has been edited by Captain Pharris (edited 11-06-2000).)
Far from the battle, invisible on all screens, unaffected by terrawatts of pure energy lancing and splitting and crashing, a dark fighter hung motionless in space. Within it, Sundered Angel watched the fleets engage the Starlance, and nodded to himself. He watched the various races unify to destroy this common threat, and nodded to himself. He watched Slug's Carrier smash into the Starlance, and titanic forces engulf the ships. At that, he nodded to himself.
"They stand as one, united. They will take this as a sign, and seek peace with one another."
Eyes glowed red in the darkness of space as Sundered Angel peers into the shrouded future. A thin smile twists the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, but will they find it?"
------------------ Sundered Angel , The One and Only Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
8 LightningForce:
Obish Escorts: 4/5 Elejeetian Cruiser: Heavy damage Lightnings: 3 heavily damaged
Pride: Damaged by 83% Mentality: Confused
"Anything that can be achieved using magic can be achieved using technology." -Salrillian Illegal Publicist ekt-Herna in his last message to the Salrillian public.
Military Octicate Nerec:
The Phylydia II wasn't actually destroyed, but it was extremely badly beaten up. In two months, it will be fully back online.
80 cruisers 60 gunships 35 carriers ten fighter squadrons
Acting-High-Commander Cicion's fleet's losses:
15 Kiojeas three fighter squadrons
------------------ -Traek Cicion of the Taeskor "Never tell me the odds!" -Han Solo "Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
Captain Pharris's Losses:
one torn up Nijayais heavy gunship
whoah... Did I say Nijayais? I meant uhh... Human!...
you mean , DAMN U ALL. Im trying to catch up on these stories but i leave for a weekend and what happens. I have 53 freaking more posts to read.
okay im done
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Originally posted by Taeskor Cicion: The Phylydia II wasn't actually destroyed, but it was extremely badly beaten up. In two months, it will be fully back online.
Years, you mean?
I agree. They'd have to practically rebuild the entire thing.
Originally posted by Pyro: **DAMN U ALL. Im trying to catch up on these stories but i leave for a weekend and what happens. I have 53 freaking more posts to read.
okay im done **
Yeah, I leave for a weekend and all the fun is over.
In either case, can somebody please edit Sumo's post. He is really screwing up the format and making it harder to read. Also, I think that was a lousy attempt to abuse the img tag.
I just added more to my recent post. If anyone else has a battle scene or anything they wanted to get in, email it to me and I'll edit it in.
Oh, and:
DGA Losses
Heavy Capital ships (carriers, destroyers, battle cruisers): 226 Escorts (gunships, cruisers): 332 Interceptors (fighters, similar ships): 633 Support vessels: 121
------------------ Throughout their history these "unenlightened" beings have continually opposed and fought abuses of power wrought by their own bretheren. We, as the prophets would do well to learn from these Humans. -Final statement of the Salrilian reformist Sirthis shortly before his execution.
I mean MONTHS. If it was in good enough shape to fire for a short time and Omni its way back to Dominus, its core systems and superstructure won't have to be heavily repaired. Oh, and two months is wartime emergency absolute minimum repair time until it is spaceworthy. It's not enough time to make it fully, optimally operational.
That's a tad little, but oh well. This is getting off topic.