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"Launch all fightercraft and order them to engage their flagship. Reports on their fleet?"
"In disarray, sir. Few ships remain. Commander Retoe's force is picking off any remnants." Outside the ship, hundreds of fightercraft poured out, led by the infamous Jackal Squadron. The Jackals evaded all fire and took out two frigates within thirty seconds of their launch. In the meantime, the Vermillion Battlegroup had taken out all but three massive battleships protecting the flagship. Nerec thought for a moment.
"Pull us back and pound those battleships. Tell Commander Retoe to see if he can slip through and attack the flagship." The Phylydia's main batteries finally spoke, after being silent for the entire battle. Immense flare bolts, compressed projectiles, and heavy missles streaked from the colossus and struck the sides of the battleships. And the battleships returned fire, most of their shots absorbed by the Phylydia II's escorts. Nerec addressed the gunnery officer. "Prime the death pillar and give me fire control."
"Aye, sir."
The Vermillion Battlegroup flew through in all the confusion and started peppering the Vengeance with heavy compression fire. Almost all of it was shrugged off easily, but the Vermillions dodged around and continued.

"Sir the Phylydia II is approaching fast!"

"I copy, man all battlestations!"

"Here she comes!"

The Vengeance and the Phylydia II met.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

[For that picture, you should have the Vengeance's engines blown away. A bomb capable of rendering entire planets barren can't be too good for a ship when fired into the fuel tanks and detonated... ]

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"I am the supreme dictator of the universe, it's just that nobody knows about it yet."
"Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow."

[This message has been edited by Mag Steelglass (edited 03-13-2001).]

[The Vengeance doesn't have feul tanks]

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

[Detonated inside the engines, then. Close enough, anyway... ]

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"I am the supreme dictator of the universe, it's just that nobody knows about it yet."
"Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow."

(Thanks for making the Phylydia II a dark, undiscernable form, Slug. I'm sorry I haven't gotten a picture in, but I have no idea how. I'll think of something soon.)

"We're closing, sir. All weapons at your command."
"Close to point-blank range and give them a few standard salvos. No heavy weapons yet. Inform me the second the death pillar is charged."

Flare bolt, burst, and compression turrets rained fire on the Vengeance, with minimal effect. The Vengeance returned fire with its minor weapons, which were deflected from the Phylydia II's fully charged shield. A bleep sounded at Nerec's control panel. He looked down. A message was being sent from a Phylydion border world. He pressed the recieve button. "Yes?"

"Sir, we have two attack fleets stationed here if you need reinforcements."
"Good. Stand by. I'll contact you if I need them."
"Aye, sir." The connection closed.
"Order our fighter squadrons 1-6 to sweep the area and take out any UEC remnants they can find. This time, I want them to take as many alive as they can. Order the other squadrons to bomb the Vengeance. Where's Jackal Squadron?"
"They're engaging one of the battleships, sir."
"When they're finished with it, order them to cover us and shoot down incoming fire."
"Aye, sir."

"Fleet status?"
"We're down to half strength, sir. The enemy fleet is down to the Vengeance and a pair of battleships, not including various smaller ships fleeing the battle. The Vermillion Battlegroup has lost two ships."
"Order our battleships to focus fire on the Vengeance's weapon systems."
"Done, sir, but I have a feeling that we're the only thing in space capable of taking that thing down."
"They'll still damage it, Lieutenant."
"Aye, sir."

The battle raged, with the Vengeance and the Phylydia II exchanging broadsides and shrugging off the enemy's attack. It was going to be a long battle.

*God Damnit! There's no more space in this for the Eleejeetians... *

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This Vid is a bit like my beast; extremely long, and best enjoyed with a mouthful of nuts.
-Ali G.

[This message has been edited by Talon Karrde (edited 03-14-2001).]

(Wait a minute, you DIDN'T make it a dark, indiscernable form! Dangit, Slug, you could've at least asked me for a picture first. The P II looks almost nothing like that.)

That's it. This is getting out of hand. I will NOT continue this RPG untill someone deletes all these OOC posts.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

[Well I will. Just deal with them.]

Vengance had brought up its reserve shields. The Phylydians had more escorts. This was a dang close fight. It could go either way. But it would take awhile.

William watched the carnage from his vantage point, far above the orbital plane of the planets, with the rest of the DEF.
Now that the battle had come down mainly to a contest between the Vengance and the Phylydia II, he'd come up here, as had the Gaitori, Ishiman, Obish, and UNS forces. The Salrilians had gone below the plane, as had what was left of the Cantharans. Darkk took this as a sign that the Gaitori and Obish would be on his side. A quick analysis of the tone, rythm, and melody of their movements indicated they felt charitable, and charitable towards the UNS specifically.

The Salrilians and Cantharans were in disarray, having taken the brunt of the losses. Darkk had intended this, and had arranged for the Salrilians and Cantharans to be the best targets, by helping out the Gaitori and Obish more often, and leading the UEC to them by very subtle means. He doubted even the Oracular Network could find enough to justify accusations of anything more than subconcious prejudace, which was entirely understandable - at least to those aliens that had been on his side during the Ares War.

William knew his force wouldn't be able to do much against the Vengence.
At least not yet.
"How many more to go, Lill?"
"367, sir" piped up the gunnery officer.
Darkk had carefully long suspected there was a way to crack shield frequencies. Most shipbuilders used frequency hopping based on random number generators - and so apparently did whoever the heck designed this monstrosity. A fact not known to military people about random number generators was that they weren't really random. They would eventually repeat themselves. If you could find which pseudorandom algorith was being used, and synchronise your laser and pk frequencies with it, you could go right through the shields and do hull damage. No crap about getting inside the shields, like his trick attacking the rear. Shields cycled fast enough to let you collect data if someone else took the brunt of the attack, and the DEF's quantum computers could calculate "time to target" for the beams well enough to set their frequencies so they slip through.

"45 possibilites, sir."
Right now, all computers not working out the pseudorandom algorithm were running spectral analysis on the Vengance and all radiation coming from it, even visable light. The goal was to find all the sensors on the exterior of the ship. William wished Sarah could help, but she had already made it to the jumpgate and left. If they could get the locations of the sensors and the shield frequency pseudorandom algorithm, they could blind Levt in one swift stroke. He'd have to aim visually. That would make the Woven's job much easier.

"We've got it. It's Heimsen-Boch number 4."
Darkk folded his hands. The projected finish time on the sensor location was under 5 minutes. A capship duel could last longer than that, especially given the strength of the UEC command ship. Darkk still wanted to know where the f*** Levt had gotten his ships - it was irritating him no end. He also guessed it was irritating the Salrilians, as they shared his desire to make the universe make sense. Maybe they came from a parallel universe. Ah well.

Darkk watched the sensor finding algorith do its work, listening to the subtle tones of the acoustic visualizer as it projected images of the Vengance into his mind, with the sensors standing out, even though they didn't seem special when he saw them with his eyes. He'd identified enough now to maybe justify an attack. But he wouldn't even consider that.

He would let the Phylydians and the UEC tear each other up before he intervined. He didn't like them - they killed civilians for no good reason, and probably had rather interesting ideas about personal freedoms and rights of the accused. He'd almost prefer the UEC - better human tyrants than alien ones. He'd insist they let the UNS run Human space. Or he'd have to adjust their attitudes. Or die trying.

[A note on what I'm doing:
Matching sensor frequencies is a tactic taught in most decent military theory classes, but because few both decent algorithms for decoding the shielding frequency algorithm, and few situations occur where fleets get enough time just looking at the enemy to scan their shields and figure it out, the tactic has only been used rarely, and not within the past 50 Earth years. Nobody has ever succeded in using it in any major action. At least, no yet.

If I was confusing anybody with my use of "algorithm" and "psuedorandom", I can clarify: I'm going to shoot through the shields, once I finish some calculations. When I do, it'll make Levt's shots much less accurate. Finishing Vengance with just lasers and LRPKs would take all month, so this won't be a finisher move.]

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

[This message has been edited by Fleet Admiral Darkk (edited 03-14-2001).]

[this is it]

A pair of Phylydian Battleships, touting flames and debris exploded in the path of the Vengeance. The two massive dreadnoughts continued to duke out a massive amount of firepower, pouring all they had into each other.

They battled for hours across the orbital plains of Jupiter and Saturn, detatched and out of reach from the rest of the fleets. The monsters grappled, rammed, fired and deflected. The Phylydia II had dealt more damage than it had taken, but the Vengeance could take more than the Phylydia II. Slowly but surely the Phylydia II began losing the duel.

"Fire!" Nerec screamed as control stations behind him exploded and the lights sputtered. "Fire!" He repeated.

"We cannot sir! Dorsal turrets are offline!"

"Bring us about and use the ventral ones!"

"Yessir!"

The Phylydia turned, it's sides were facing the Vengeance when Levt gave the order. "Finish her off." He said in a cold voice.

At the front of the Vengeance, the familiar yellow glow began to flare up. It grew brighter and brighter and increased in intensity. Every Phylydian aboard the Phylydia II froze in fear, gazing into that yellow glow, gazing into inevitability.

But it wouldn't be so. This time it was Nerec's turn to pull the last trick up his sleeve. He manned the manual turret control station, pushing aside the dead gunner. He watched the glow grow and pulsate. It began to collapse into a Chrono Kinetic Beam. He fired a single pulse shot.

The compression bolt shot for the yellow singularity as a blur, entering the Chrono Vortex. For a second it seemed to have missed.

Then, all of a sudden, the singularity detonated. There was an awesome explosion as the entire front half of the Vengeance was ripped off! Yet still the singularity continued to grow, feeding back on itself, causing more and more damage to the UEC Dreadnought. "Navigator! Get us away from here or we'll be blown apart!" Nerec yelled over the din. Soon the Vengeance's main reactor would blow.

Onboard the Vengeance, things were amiss. The bridge was in chaos. Levt slumped in defeat, while clenching his fists in anger. "Prepare my shuttle, commander. I must leave here on my own."

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The Phylydia II galloped as fast as it could away from ground zero, engines on full blast and all power rerouted to propulsion. It had barely cleared the blast zone when the Vengeance's tortured soul gave out.

A blast lit up the shy, a blast of immense proportions, a blast that lasted for hours as blinding white-hot light seared the hulls of every ship in the system. The intense pressure forced it's way out in a huge shockwave, a mile deep and twice as powerfull as a whole fleet's worth of energy. The expanding sphere of destruction caught Jupiter squarely on the orbital jaw. Entire layers of it's atmosphere were blown away in long whisps. Jets of raw energy lanced out, catching random objects, asteroids and moons, and completely annihilating them.

Amidst the destruction, noone noticed a single enhanced X-19 slip out, escaping shortly before the blast, and amidst the chaos, noone noticed a single UEC Carrier slip out of the battle to pick up the Admiral's fighter....

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

Nerec got up from the floor of the bridge, only to lock himself in his seat again. "Brace for immediate impact! Damage control crews report to statio-" The energy wave engulfed the Phylydia II. Her shield generators screamed, then fizzled out. All her internal parts had been specifically designed not to explode if they gave out. Seconds later, her engines powered down. She was tossed, pinwheeling, away from the battle. The lights went out.

Nerec took manual control of the thrusters and wrestled the runaway ship back under control. "Emergency power!" A dim light filled the bridge. "Report." The first officer looked up.
"Engines gone, main weapons gone, shields gone, docking bay is at half holding capacity."
"Order all our fighters back to protect us."
"Sir, we've got a couple of transports full of UEC P.O.W.'s landing in the main bay."
"Take them to the brig. We'll deliver them to the UNS as soon as we get a chance."
"Sir, The Vermillion Battlegroup just got here. They'll protect us from anything around here. And those two fleets that were being held as reinforcements are en route. We'll drag the Phylydia II back to Dominus, and rebuild and update her."
"Again," said Nerec.

Nerec got up from the floor of the bridge, only to lock himself in his seat again. "Brace for immediate impact! Damage control crews report to statio-" The energy wave engulfed the Phylydia II. Her shield generators screamed, then sparked and fizzled out-All her internal parts had been specifically designed not to explode if they gave out. Seconds later, her engines powered down. She was tossed, pinwheeling, away from the battle. The lights went out.

Nerec took manual control of the thrusters and wrestled the runaway ship back under control. "Emergency power!" A dim light filled the bridge. "Report." The first officer looked up.
"Engines gone, main weapons gone, shields gone, docking bay is at half holding capacity."
"Order all our fighters back to protect us."
"Sir, we've got a couple of transports full of UEC P.O.W.'s landing in the main bay."
"Take them to the brig. We'll deliver them to the UNS as soon as we get a chance."
"Sir, The Vermillion Battlegroup just got here. They'll protect us from anything around here. And those two fleets that were being held as reinforcements are en route. We'll drag the Phylydia II back to Dominus, and rebuild and update her."
"Again," said Nerec.

"You have failed, Levt. I gave you an armada of warships, and the plans to build more, and you squandered it. I gave you a StarLance-class dreadnought, and you foolishly allowed the treacherous Phylydians to destroy it. You let attention slip in your ranks, allowing the traitors Darkk and Spamo to rebel against you, and, with their miniscule forces they destroyed you." The holographic figure barked at Levt.

"But master," Levt said "The aliens rebelled against me. They united against the UEC solely because of it's prescence. They accuse me of genocide, yet they are the ones who rose against me because humanity was at the top, and they weren't."

"You did humanity a service, yet in the same time you annihilated it. You're in your own ruin."

"I'm sorry sir." Levt said. Pathetic.

"That's master to you. Master Darvonsal." The screen faded and Levt turned to face the ship. Amidst the sounds of a ship, one more sound that would be heard would be a choked sob.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

The Supreme Octicate looked over battle reports in his lavish office located in the largest building on Dominus: A black, oval shaped building with the symbol of the Imperium(An octagon with a circle at every vertex with an eye in the center) engraved on the top. The building held the High Octicon and the Phylydion Imperial Senate, and was the most well-protected building in the entire Imperium.

He was pleased with Octicate Nerec. For a time he thought he'dve had to utilize the Primary Armada to take out the menace. He groaned, however, when he read the damage report on the flagship of the entire Phylydion Imperial Navy. She'd have to undergo extensive repairs, replacements, and maintainance. It'd cost several billion scintak just to patch her hull. The repairs, of course, would provide an opportunity to upgrade her.

Now that the crisis was over, he turned his thoughts to the rebels. There were a few rebel remnants lurking here and there throughout the Imperium. Once the Vermillion Battlegroup returned they would quickly flush the rebels out.

Mag and his crew had taken control of the transport's bridge and had the normal crew of the transport go to the mess hall shortly after the X-19's had come after them. The shockwave from the ship had sent the transport spinning out of control, numerous holes in the hull.

"Can you get anything back on line?" Mag asked the pilot. The computers on the ship were still mostly working, and the only people Mag could talk with were on the bridge, as the intercom had blown out.

"Nothing, sir. I suggest you have the crew get into space suits, quick, or you'll have a transport with a large shipment of dead bodies."

"Good thinking." Mag turned to the rest of the officers on the bridge. "Everybody, go get space suits on, and look for other crew members. Tell them to get space suits on, and see if you can help them, if they're wounded. I'm going to go see the transport's normal crew in the mess hall."

The bridge crew floated out the door, as artificial gravity was out, and the bride was soon empty, except for Mag. Mag took a couple minutes checking on the computers for a damage report, then headed to the mess hall, which wasn't far away. When he got near it, he saw that the door was completely fused and warped. The entire wall near the mess hall was warped, for that matter.

Mag got a tool kit and cut a large hole in the door to walk through. The sight he saw when he walked inside the mess hall would have made an organic sick to their stomachs. The Ishiman crew had been watching the battle out the viewport when the lightwave hit. Everything metal in the mess hall had been melted and/or warped. No tables, no counters, no chairs, except some things that resembled them on the floors. But the worst part of all, by far, was the red slushy substance floating around the room, with pieces of bones, small bits of organs, and miniscule scraps of Ishiman uniforms in it.

Mag looked at the viewport. It had taken the shockwave fairly well, as it had just let most of the energy through into the room. It was then that Mag noticed it. Some of the DEF forces occaisionally passed the viewport as the transport slowly revolved, and Mag noticed them assembling. A jumpgate formed at their center, and they began trickling into it, one by one. The transport was drifting towards the jumpgate. Soon, they were passing into another system, probably some random system in the Free Trade Zone that was just the first of the DEF's long line of dropout points before getting back to their secret base...

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"I am the supreme dictator of the universe, it's just that nobody knows about it yet."
"Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow."

[If anyone is surprised at what happens here, don't be. I've actually been building up to it since Chapter II]

"Commander, report!" came the order from the UNS Mariposa.
"Admiral Spann, the Gaitori are out eliminating the last remains of the Mars Station that built the Vengeance. The Obiards are securing the orbital defenses around Earth. Salrillian and Cantharan ships still remain unaccounted for, as they left after their heavy…" A sudden interuption, the flash of a warp flare, came into sight.

As the Obish escort slowed down to a stop, a shook up Commander took the bridge.
"Driven back … unholy alliance … their Pearls … gone!" The Commander slumped to the deck.

Spann reacted immediately. "Quickly! Secure that escort! We don't know what's out there, and we don't want to take any more losses than we already have."
The escort was secured just as a channel opened up to Admiral Krvtz.

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"Admiral, an Obish Escort just came in, badly damaged. He passed out, but managed to get a couple of words out first. He mentioned … an 'unholy alliance,' and 'pearls being gone,' whatever that is supposed to mean."
"Their Pearls?" Krvtz looked aghast. "Why would they remove their Pearls? Have they forsaken Ln'tkra?"
"You understand it?"
"Yes. It is a long standing tradition among us. You have seen the white spheres surrounding the front of an Obish saucer?"
"Of course"
"Those are known as 'Pearls of Ln'tkra*,' pointing in all directions to honor our Goddess of the Stars. The only reason for them to remove the Pearls is that they had turned to another Deity."
"And this means…?"
"There is only one deity irrational enough to cause this. Sh'yara**, Goddess of Fury … often associated with the Cantharans and Salrillians."

*LIHNT-kuh-rah
**SYA-rah
[I really should get a pronunciation guide up. It's simplify things a bit]

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What others can travel so far into so many universes yet remain so deeply rooted in their own?

But not all the DEF were heading off to set up the secret base...

Fortuna Freeport, as it's translated into English, was the largest of the Bazidanese habitat stations, and had been chosen as the neutral ground on which to negotiate the future of humanity and Earth.

William and his sister felt glad as they watched Wizr's slide into the docking bay next to theirs. Curiously, the Cantharans, Salrilians, Obish, and Spamo were late.

Wizr would pursuade the Gaitori to respect the Ishiman claim to Earth, and their help in defeating the UEC. He was a master persuader.

The Eleejeetians would be here too, and they would be inclined toward mercy, as Jomo doing the negoatiating. Darkk had personally saved Jomo from the Salrilian carrier battlegroup and Gaitori pirates, and would be able to lever him into a great deal of help.

Darkk thought he could handle the Cantharans. He'd done the origional analysis of the rouge asteroid found by the crew of the Ares, and had discovered the curious "virus" it contained. He'd put a lot of thought into them since then, hating leaving a mystery unsolved. Now he thought he had it. He'd long known the depths of their programming, but Sarah had been needed to tell him what the stuff they did would do to what they came in contact with. She'd told him.
He could bluff his way through the negotiations by letting on he knew their dirty little secret. Having a secret amused him. He'd have to watch his back, but that wasn't really different from his current status, or harder.

The Salrilians probably wouldn't have too much to say. Darkk had subtly hinted that Audemed was on the offensive, and the remains of their forces had been sent hurrying back to their home bases, to plan a counteroffensive.

The Obish... Suddenly, Darkk recieved a message from Spamo. He was aghast as he read it.

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Levt.
Grand Admiral Gerald Zakharov Levt.
Now an admiral without a fleet.

He sat there, polishing his broadsword. Pondering. All that remained of the glorious UEC was the carrier around him. Earth and all of it's outposts had been captured by The Woven, the Phylydians had eradicated the entire UEC Armada, and the Vengeance had been destroyed.

He sharpened the blade with the microlaser, giving it an ever-so-jagged appeal that made the Celtic sword sing. Pondering. It was over. It was all over. The Aliens had won, at the cost of untold billions of lives. Earth lay in ruins, as did the rest of humanity. Mankind would never rise again from it's slow grave. Doubtless there would be several ambitious attempts to reunite, but they would inevtably fail against the dominion of aliens.

He glanced down the shaft, noticing a small buckle at the end. He straightened the tip with his tooth. And now, he was over. He had offered humanity a place in the stars, at the top, and for a brief time he had delivered such. However, Spamo and Darkk, traitors and terrorists to humanity, had led The Woven against him.

Normally he would have them hunted down, a fleet's price on their foreheads so he could have them pay the ultimate price for dooming mankind. He straightened a loose lase on the leather handle. Instead he would let them live. Forcing them wake up every morning and face every day with the knowledge that their blunder, their lost cause had been responsible for mankind's destruction. That they were the reason humanity had to scatter and eventually die out.

Mankind had fallen from the peak of it's civilisation the moment they betrayed it in the name of rightousness. Levt polished off the last speck of dust and marveled at the restored broadsword.

Then, without even slight hesitation, he thrust it deep into his chest.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

THE END

(start a new chapter)

[This message has been edited by Slug (edited 03-15-2001).]

[I think it's Pallas's turn. His story is up next.]

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Well, we can try the following:
Obish-Gaitori War
Boodan Civil War
Enslaving of Audemed (BTS)

I've got to assemble the Chapters. So far I've only done Ch1.

We could, alternatively, use a different universe for this:
Marathon: Invasion
Voyager
WhiteSpace
[StarLance?]
[Any others]

I'll be gone for 3 days anyway.

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What others can travel so far into so many universes yet remain so deeply rooted in their own?

Well, it's not quite over yet. Your "pearls" plotline hasn't been resolved.

As for the Boodan Civil War, the events of it are SUPPOSED to be top secret.

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

You can do your "Pearls" plotline, in another chapter. Someone please close this one.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.