Space Corps: Behind Enemy Lines
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				Title: <strong>Space Corps: Behind Enemy Lines </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 00:59:34</strong>
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				They Had to work fast. For months Space Corps Intelligence has been picking up disturbing hints of something big going on with Winnower High Command. Constant talks about a device, or something that would change the tide of the war. The Higher ups believed it was a weapon that had unprecedented Power, but at this point it was all speculation as the Winnower were being very secretive about what it was, and that was very disturbing. A "Small" Fleet of 40 ships was assigned to penetrate deep into Winnower territory and discover what this "Secret" was, and if necessary either capture or destroy it, and any facilities that appear capable of producing such a weapon. The Force was centered a large carrier where the Admiral of the fleet commanded his fleet of Crusiers, battleships, landing ships. It was hoped that this force would be small enough to slip beneath the Winnower early detection sensors. Months of planning, and preparations led up to this moment. <br><br>"Admiral, 'we'll be exiting Hyperspace in 30 seconds." A Helm tech informed the Admiral of the Fleet. "Very good. See to it all personnel are at their battlestations. We don't know what we're going to be flying into, and I want to be prepared." the Admiral barked. All through the fleet, the trained members of the Space Corps rushed to their designated battle stations. Fighters were prepped, and set on elevators to be raised up the moment they exit hyperspace should the Need arise. Massive Turrets, and cannons were manned as their capacitors hummed to life with growing charges.&nbsp; <br><br>However, the grim reality of war was "Shit Happens". As the Space Corps Fleet exited their Hyperspace, they did so right in front of a large Winnower Fleet on its way to the front lines. A fleet of only 40 ships now has to face a fleet of over 300 Hundred. Seconds ticked by like eons as the two fleets looked at each other. As if both sides were trying to figure out if what just happened, happened. It would be the Winnower to strike first as they unleashed their weapons upon the invading. "Get out out of here!" The Admiral demanded. "Sir, It'll take 5 Minutes for the Hyperdrive to charge up again." The Helm replied. "Shit! Launch all forces. We have to hold out until the Hyperdrive can charge!" The Admiral commanded. <br><br>Objective: Hold out until the Hyperdrive can come back online. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Corps: Behind Enemy Lines </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 03:40:17</strong>
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				The alarms were blaring all over the ship as blows landed on it, enemy rail guns from the Winnower ships were blasting the side of the ship with the intent to blow massive holes in the ship or damage its internal systems. <br><br><em>'They can try.'</em> Irma Reynolds thought as she ran to the section of the ship where the starboard fusion cores were. If those were to be destroyed or went critical then the ships engines on the same side would go out, as well as a fair amount of the ship's power. She carried with her, her favorite tool box and an oversized wrench because...well better safe than sorry in Irma's opinion. The blonde woman from Earth ran through the tight corridors of the engineering section of the ship as the ship rocked from several heavy blows. She ducked as a pipe burst and sprayed hot water above her. <em>'Stick an move.'</em> She said to herself and instinctively rubbed the bandage under her right eye that covered the scar that she had received in the Winnower death camps.<br><br>with another burst of strength she ran down the corridor and slammed herself against a wall when the gravity of the ship changed suddenly and the lights in her area flickered. Irma adjusted her self and soon entered a large room with several glowing cylinders plugged into the walls. A strange octopus like creature that Irma affectionately called an 'Octodad' ran blubbering by making strange squaking and blurbs, warning Irma that someone needed to help cool down the cores before they went critical. <br><br>"I know I know. The others are coming, until then im all you got." Irma said calmly before getting on her knees before one of the cores and pried it open, hoping that she remembered her lessons from a few months ago on emergency fusion repairs.
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