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**Sundered Angel's voice crackles over the staticy channel.**

OK peoples, the attack is on.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

Angel flight, reportin' in.
All weapons primed and ready. Assuming flight positions.


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-Semper ubi sub ubi-

*Cicion's voice comes over the speakers.* This is Cicion. My armada is in position, ready to engage Omnispace drive. The independant fleets are about to assume formation. Shields up, weapons ready. The Taeskor Battlegroup is ready to land.

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

[Listen up Andrew M. YOU'RE NOT IN THIS!!! And you obviously have read little (if any) of the topic about the ring, or the little part where I said "No more fleets alowed." So stop cluttering my plot and GO AWAY!!!]


[This message has been edited by Admiral Sargatanus (edited 03-15-2000).]

*Encrypted message come through*

The Nijayias border harassing has worked; all fleets except Trisar's have left Salril, and I have been put on defense alert to "intercept a possible threat to the home system."

Alright people, let's kick the tires and light the fires. Engage slipstream jumpgate.

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

Lieutenant, prepare to engage Omnispace! All ships enter Omnispace on my mark! All fleets, stand by! Three, two, one, mark! *The entire PPA is shrouded in a multi-colored shroud as they engage Omnidrive.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

*gei's voice crackles over the channel*
My two destroyers and the diversionary force are ripping these carriers to shreds. This is easy. Too easy, as a matter of fact......

Th*re has be*n a ch**g* of plan*. My ships will te** *nto the** car***r wing *nd lure *he ***my's 5th fl**t aw**, giv*** yo* >BOOM< r shi*s a w**d*w of time to m*k* a d**ect run a* the r*ng.

Hey, where did all the stars go?
*H SH*T!!

*static*

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Don't play stupid with me,
I'm better at it.

Whaaa??
My entire force has been teleported somewhere. The Sals sure have one hell of a gateship! I'd like to study it!
Just before I was thrown out here, I received a transmission from one of the dreadnoughts.
Here; I'll replay it for you :
*presses button*

'Hi guys, remember me? This is what you get for telling me to shut up.
Sincerely : **** (former agent and rebel)
can you guys make any sense out of this?
I'm new here.

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Don't play stupid with me.
I'm better at it.

Hmmm, it seems that so far the battle is going as planned, but I have a funny feeling about this...

El Spamo, you prepare the rest of Angel Flight. I'm taking Angel One to check something out. Wish me luck.

Sundered Angel, out.

Roger Command. Angel flight is moving into attack formation.

Angel 4, Angel 5. Move to the fore. Prepare all weapons and arm your warheads. We'll be going in hot and fast. Don't screw it up.

Angel flight, accelerate to attack speed. Time ta light 'em up.

*The quintet of fighters streaks towards the massive ring in the distance, the space between starting to swarm with enemy ships*

Distract those ships, or we'll never make it thourgh!!

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-Semper ubi sub ubi-

**As the other five fighters close on the Ring, the sixth fighter, with Sundered Angel piloting it, is lost within the blackness between the stars.**

Don't worry everyone, I'll be back...

Sundered Angel, over and out.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

need some help?
(Xwarp Human enhanced-gunship jump's in and start's distracting enemy ships)

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I will not salute to a Ares Admiral.
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The Warps.
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[This message has been edited by Xwarp (edited 03-17-2000).]

*The PPA drops out of Omni space right on top of Trisar's fleet.* All right, people, let's show these slugs Phylydia's opinion of the Salrilian Empire! All ships, assume attack formation! Lieutenant, launch three squadrons of fighters to soften up the Sal fleet! Target that HVD that's headed for us. Steady... Gunnery, fire main flare bolt cannons! *Crimson flare bolts project from the Phylydia's main guns, hitting the HVD and snapping it in half.* All turrets, fire at will!


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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

Trisar has just asked for assistance with the Phylydion fleet. Let's see what he thinks of this...

*Sargatanus' flagship Absolution maneuvers to the bulk of Trisar's capitol ships, who don't suspect a thing. The Death blossom fires, lancing all the surrounding heavy ships.*

It's too bad Trisar wasn't in that group. Anyway this fleet should be as much of a problem. But it looks like it caught the attention of the Cantharans, I've got two distinc fleet transponders coming through.

*Alarms sound wildly*

Everyone move! We've just picked up a large magnetic anamoly coming from the star. We have about eight minutes before the plasma stream hits.

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

*A flight of 15 Salrilian and a carrier smashes through gei's fleet*
*The carrier starts chewing away on Commander Cicon's ships*
I'm Ba-aaaack!

(this is what you get for telling me to shut up )
Have a nice day!
-Slug (former agent and rebel)

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In accepting the inevitable, one finds peace.
In denying it, one finds hope.
-Last words of Admiral Williams before the fall of Earth.

*boom*
MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!!
I have 3 destroyers on my tail!
*boom*
W*'r* taking he*vy damag*!!
I'm ordering my entire fleet to retr*at, th*t me*ns -
*boom*
- T*at means y*u guys are on y*ur own.
*heavy static*

-you treacherous basterd, Slug
I will h*nt you d*wn if it'* the l*st thing I ever do!
*boom*

*night sky begins to flash as dozens of ships warp out*

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"Clubs, bills, and partisans ! Strike!
Beat them down! Down with the Capulets; down with the Montagues!"
-Officer
-Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet
Act I, scene I

*Ships lie burning in space all around. Several Sal gunships and two carriers burst apart as they are holed by focused fire from multitudes of ships. Another spear of Sal cruisers lead a charge into an arm of the Phylydian's fleet. A carrier and several cruisers shudder apart, spewing shrapnel and debris as they are ripped apart by the furios assault. The Sal cruisers are vaporized to the man. Through the raging maelstrom of the battle, a quintet of fighters streaks towards the distant Salrillian Ring*

*El Spamo's voice crackles back on the transponder*
We're encountering heavy debris out here, and AA fire is putting up a dense field of flak. Angel 3, Angel 6, lay down suppressing fire on that carrier!

*Two of the fighters peel off the formation and attack the hovering Sal carrier. Dodging the flying flak streaming from cannons the fighters silence the guns leaving a clear corridor for the rest of the formation. One of the remaining functioning guns tears into the rearmost fighter, sending it spinning and burning out of control*

Angel 6! Report! Command, we've lost Angel 6. All fighters continue with the attack. Good flying Angel 6.

We are closing on the ring now, range 5000 km. Angel 4 and 5, begin your attack runs.

*two more of the fighters streak ahead of the group and line up for an attack. One provides cover fire while the other releases a bomb over an exposed patch of scaffolding* BOMBS AWAY!!

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-Semper ubi sub ubi-

*The first bombs just miss the target.*

Looks like you'll have to do another run. But you'd better hurry, fifteen Audemedon interceptors are closing on your position fast.

*Three support ships explode near the ring shields*

What the hell was that!? *pauses* Damn! The death blossom ramge on the ring is about 25% farther than we thought.

*Notices the situation with Angel Wing*

Helm, get us within focused singularity range and take out what ever hostiles you can. This looks like the last shot our fighters are going to have at this.

*Angel 2 and Angel 7 go down*

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

Left flank, open fire on Slug's ships! After they are destroyed, get us out of range of that plasma stream! *The entire left flank of the Phylydion Primary Armada opens fire on Slug's force, making short work of it. The rest of the fleet continues to drive deeper into Trisar's formation. Then the fleet regroups out of range of the plasma stream.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

*BOOM*
*Several of Cicon's ships, badly mauled and engulfed in flames, make a kamikaze attack on several of Slug's gunships*
I WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!
You can destroy me, but the Gateship will warp in more and more reinforcements.
For every ship you destroy, three more will replace it.
*Very loud explosion; transmission starts to break up*
Betcha guys are wonder*ng how the Salrilian-Audemedon **madas were so prepared.
This is just a personal reply for telling me to shut up.

You may experience some light turbulence as you are quashed.

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In accepting the inevitable, one finds peace.
In denying it, one finds hope.
-Last words of Admiral Williams before the fall of Earth.

How can they have their Gateships in the area and charged weapons.
This doesn't make any sense, unless--
*Horrified Expression*
IT'S A TRAP!!
GUYS, GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! YOU'VE GOT INCOMING!
*15 Carriers, fully escorted jump in from the rear flank,
cutting off all possibility of escape*
OH MY GOD!!
*WHA-BOOM!*

*Commodore Ambrose's command ship, wreaked in explosive convulsions, implodes*
*The shockwaves released knock an asteroid off course and sends it tumbling.*
*asteroid plows into Sargantanus' rear flank, demolishing several ships*

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"Clubs, bills, and partisans ! Strike!
Beat them down! Down with the Capulets; down with the Montagues!"
-Officer
-Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet
Act I, scene I

Damn! All units engage the carriers. Fire at will. Helm, bring us in range for the focused singularity.

*The two fleets run headlong towards each other, orange, red, and yellow beams lighting the sky like a nova*

OK. Now on my mark… All units break away from the bulk of those ships. Hold cannon… Hold… FIRE!

*Nine of the fifteen carriers fall into each other and seem to crumple like paper into nothing just before a violent flash of raw energy.*

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

*Bares teeth and growls.* All right, I'm through fooling around with these Sals! ALL ships, come around and bring main batteries to bear! *The entire armada aims at the remaining 4 carriers and Trisar's fleet.* All ships, FULL BROADSIDE! *Waves and waves of energy burst forth from the Phylydion ships, engulfing the carriers and a third of Trisar's armada.* What, sensor officer? MORE incoming? *explosions rock the ship.* The armada still has 87% fighting ability. Regroup into shell formation! *The armada goes into a spherical formation, all main guns facing outwards.* Aim us towards Trisar's flagship! *The Phylydia comes about.* Omni spray cannon...fire! *The Phylydia's main weapon warms up. The two forward-facing parts of the ship's "wings" fire static blue lighting bolts which join at the nose of the massive carrier, which fires an enourmous cylyndrical blue beam at Trisar's flagship. The beam's tip opens, and a tear in space is formed which causes Trisar's ship and its escorts, plus several others, to explode dramatically.* Good! Lieutenant, order the Peacekeeper to join up with us as escort. "She was destroyed, sir. A Salrilian HVD rammed her bridge." What about the Pride of Jaltir? "She was destroyed by intense fire from the entire right flank of Trisar's fleet." Do we still have the Steel Sentinel? *BOOOM!!* "Not anymore, sir." KADT!!(Phylydion swear word.) "Sir, although some of our best ships have been lost, the Armada has only lost 16% of its total fighting power." Good. Open a channel to Sargatanus's flagship. "Yes, sir." *Sargatanus's image flickers onto Cicion's screen.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

*Explosions and a loud klaxon in the background*
This isn't working! They outnumber us a hundred to one, and outgun us by a factor of two.

All fighters, sweep in front of Slug's ships. If we can get them to follow you, that'll leave a hole in Slug's formation, letting us escape.

Damn
I have some good pilots in those ships. It'll be a pity to lose them!

OK! IT'S WORKING! LET'S MOVE!!
*gei's fleet of Gaitori ships shoots past the Salrilian Armada, and warps out of the system*
Uh, guys, *fading transmission* I recommend we retreat back to the HQ and regroup.
We've failed our mission here
If you live to escape, tell me.

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Don't play stupid with me.
I'm better at it.

Guys, I'm at the spot where the HQ should be, but it's not here.
Slug's probably destroyed it, as there isa cloud of debri.
Turns out that only fifteen of Commodore Ambrose's ships survived the retreat.
My fleet is badly damaged too, and is in desperate need of repairs.

I'll be out of commision for at least a few months.

*sound of ships warping into the system in the background*
HOLY CR*P!! THEY'VE FOLLOWED US HERE!! RAISE SHIELDS!!
(officer's voice : TOO LATE!!)
*gei'Buht's ragtag fleet is annhialated*

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OH SH*T!
-last words of gei'Buht