The Liege's Plight [Bridge]
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				Title: <strong>The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 07:31:34</strong>
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				Red flashed all around Sve'rena as she gripped the armrests of her chair, her ship was in bad condition, she didn't need the flashing emergency lights to tell her that. Five against three spoke for itself, not counting smaller cruisers. In the first volley they had already lost most of the Arc Angel's systems. Their sister dreadnaught was in horrible shape, and their second partner was doing little better. The Liege had been lucky to be on the opposite side of the attack and thus was able to sustain most of the damage it took so far. The shields were holding but that wouldn't last forever, and they had sustained minor damage.<br><br>She leaned back slowly and held herself firm, the blinking lights on the screen showed the position of the enemy dreadnaughts as they closed in on the Arc Angel. The shields of the allied ship promptly falling, but not to damage, and sadly the Captain of the Liege understood why, "Lock main gun on the Arc Angel, fire on my mark." She said, her eye shimmering for a moment, shifting towards blue before returning to its normal color. "Mark." She ordered forcefully, tapping the button on her consol that released the safeties on the main gun. Their objective was to secure the Adamantum project, project, which meant there could be no prisoners. The other ship had three of the enemy ships on her and had already made its move. Unlike the Arc Angel it still had its engines and was&nbsp; using its thrusters to move towards the sun. It's missiles and cannons bombarding the enemy ships constantly.<br><br>A moment later the main gun fired, a stream of pure yellow light struck out and pierced through the unprotected hull of the Arc Angel, splitting it in half promptly, leaving a trail of melting metal and two halves of the former ship. Sve'rena saluting the soldier's sacrifice as the ship begins to float slowly. "Prep Javelin warheads in tubes one through forty, and fire all at the nearest Dreadnaught." She ordered, running her hand along her consol, doing her best to keep up with the moments of all the ships around her, no matter how she planned it, there was no way to win. Both her other ships had fallen, the enemies had minor damage, and her ship could not handle five on one. There was only two options, escape, or death. "Pull us closer to the sun, and belay last order, use all missiles to defend against oncoming missiles, prepare for a jump to Vegrena."<br><br>It was a gamble but fuck it all if she was going to die here so easily. "Use the Mag guns to try to keep the enemy dreadnaughts away from us, keep missiles to counter enemy weapons, get all blades on the ship now." Using the informal term for her ships, though it would be clear what she meant. Since the human's joined the alien federation, they had named a lot of their work in human terms, so most fighter planes had names from old fashion weapons as someone's sense of humor. "Jump on my mark." She said, slowly counting to sixty so all the Cutlass's and other ships could enter before they jumped, her hand squeezing the hand rest firmly. "Make sure no enemy ships board." She demanded as she continued to count. "A volley of missiles was released shortly after and in return the Liege released its own volley, which failed to match the enemy weapons. A barrage of missiles crashed into the Liege and shook the ship, causing the Captain to be shaken violently in her chair. Though she was quick to force herself to sit up and run her hand along her bone hair. <br><br>The damage was acceptable for now, but another volley would be fatal. "Mark." Instantly the ship was shaken and she was roughly thrown from her chair and hit the ground hard. She tasted copper and struggled to sit up though the shaking refused to cease. "Status report, what is going on?" She asked her navigation as the ship continued to rumble. Jumps normally had a mild jerk at first but were normally smooth, this odd transit was not normal. But there was no answer for her as everything was drowned by the sound of the ship, it wasn't until shortly later that she realized what the sound was. The ship was being ripped apart. <br><br>She had said she would rather try and die then give up, and it looks like she would get what she asked for. Jumps normally took hours, to her surprise this one ended in minutes. She tried to struggle to her feet, until she resigned herself to looking for the cane she kept attached to her chair. Using it slowly she got to her feet and sat down again in her chair and pulled up a damage summary. Parts of the hull have been breached, there was damage to one of the artificial gardens, some of the water filtering systems and they were loosing air in some sectors, but there were no enemies anywhere around them that they could see. Which left a new list of priorities, "I want damage control to all sectors that need it, get wounded to the sickbay, if you are not on the sickbay, you are on damage control, get the engineers to coordinate the effort and get all the leaks sealed asap. Anyone not on the bridge should be working on getting the ship back together." She ordered and looked over the damage. Two of the three shields generators were out, though she had no idea what the damage was. She stood up quickly and grabbed a radio and clipped it on her ear and began limping to the main display, putting a image of the ship up and began to look it over slowly, running her finger over her can slowly as she stood there deep in thought, "Get me any scientists on board, I want to know what happened."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 09:10:58</strong>
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				Damen held onto the bulkhead with one hand while he listened to the pilots as they tried to land the shuttle on the Liege.&nbsp; He glanced around the cramped aft section of the shuttle at the other four scientists who had been crammed into the shuttle with their research. They all looked pale and kept glancing out the front of the ship at the battle outside. Not that it did any good, the more they looked outside the more fearful they became. Damen glanced outside and just got pissed he had been stuck on that dam planet for too long. He had gone for a simple job and now his life depended on the pilots. They had all been told that there would be no prisoners taken. It had taken some time for that charming piece of information to sink in for most of the staff, even Damen had to think about it for a minute as he shoved another container into the already dangerously filled shuttle but he realized the truth in the words before most. If he had not been spending time with the soldiers that were stationed on the planet in the last few times he knew it would have taken him just as long to realize what the statement had meant.<br><br>His attention was snapped back to the present when he heard the front canopy of the shuttle shatter then a split second later a pressure door slammed shut between the cock pick and the aft section. It had gotten hard to breath all of a sudden and it was then that everyone realized what had happened but while the other three people in the back with him were starting to panic Damen let go of his hold on the bulkhead and found the controls near the door.&nbsp; A minute later the cabin was re-pressurized and everyone had started to settle down since they had figured out that at least one of the pilots where alive and then the sound of metal pinging off the hull stopped. A split second later the ships slammed into the deck of the Liege’s hanger and Damen was thrown back against the bulk head. When he was able to suck in a breath the shuttles door opened and they were ordered out of the ship.<br><br>Damen scrambled out of the ship quickly followed by the other three scientists. He looked behind him and saw their pilot being carried away on a stretcher. As the man was carried by Damen caught the man’s eye and was about to thank him when he was shoved out of the way and pushed out of the hanger bay to make room for the next ships trying to dock. “What the hell?” Damen started to turn around and face the man who had pushed him but a sharp order to keep moving made him stop and reconsider that move. They had made it into what Damen assumed was a lounge judging by the cards scattered on the floor and the shattered glasses. Once they were inside the marine that had escorted them left them in the room with a few other people and two marines guarding the closed door. He had just sat down when the ship jumped and he was thrown from the chair and into a pile of broken bottles. When he pulled himself up into a sitting position he tried to figure out what was going on, a ships jump was never this rough and he didn’t think a missile hit on the ship would cause so sound and turbulence without destroying the Liege.<br><br>When things had calmed down everyone was quite for a few minutes as Damen pulled out a few pices of glass that had been forced into his cheek and neck when he hit the deck. He was about to bring out his hud and activate the nanites that were lying dormant under his skin when the door opened and the guard that had taken them to this room game back in. “You four ,” he pointed out Damen and the other three scientists. “Your needed on the bridge.” His cuts forgotten for the moment Damen stood and followed the guard as he left the room. He had to stick close to the man as they made their way through the chaotic corridors of the ship. When they got to the bridge Damen walked through the door not sure why he was there. Spotting the main display he main his way over to it and started to study it not looking at the Captain as his curiosity took over his mind. He wanted to know how bad the ship and been damaged and if he could figure out what had made the horrible noise and jolt before someone told him. He absent mindedly wiped blood off his lips with the back of his sleeve as he frowned not seeing anything that could answer his question yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 15:44:06</strong>
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				"Fusion Four's shutting down!"<br><br>"We're losing containment in the secondary plasma tanks!"<br><br>"There goes another capacitor ring!"<br><br>"It's too much damage, we can't-"<br><br><strong>"Hold fast, you limp-livered sissies! Are you engineers or Girl Scouts?"</strong> The Chief Engineer came tearing down through Main Engineering like a profanity-belching ballistic missile in overalls. He held a spot-welder in one hand and an old-fashioned wrench in the other, for attacking the sparking and overheated machinery and insufficiently agile crewmen respectively. "This old bitch is wounded, but she'll be carrying through, and I'll lick the big black balls of Titan myself before I let you slackers let her down! Hamford, Put Fusion Four in standby and route its power draw split between Fusion Two and Five. Manfred, vent the tanks spinward so we don't run into the vapor cloud! And for you-"<br><br>A line of circuit breakers exploded down one side of the compartment, filling the air with sparks and sending everyone ducking for cover, but Harold didn't so much as slow his advance on the unfortunate rating, wrench in hand. "When we've taken too much damage, you'll know because we're all sucking vacuum, you hear me! Now go find me twenty meters of insulated cable before I stop being nice and use your testicles as an emergency fuse joint. And let me at that capacitor!"<br><br>The captain's call for emergency warp jump came as he was finishing the welding job on the cracked capacitor, restoring temporary power to a cluster of the ship's aft maneuvering thrusters, though their reaction mass was low all the same. "Oh, frozen hell, a jump under this condition? We'll be lucky if the ship holds together. Alright, what the captain says goes - power relays closed! Capacitors charged! Main engines offline, rerouting their feed to the mythril feeder cores. Stand by for warp jump!"<br><br>Then the world went mad. Harold hadn't been able to find time to poke and prod enough at the 'new, improved' jump drive they'd installed into the Liege, but for the first few seconds it seemed to be functioning fine. A little high on the power draws, though - then low? High again? The entire ship went dark for a split second as the drive soaked up every drop of energy available, then dozens of lighting panels all over the vessel exploded as that power was surged back into them. And the drive core itself - this was new, but he was almost certain that mythril wasn't supposed to glow like that, or to glow at all. It was too bright to look at, and he could barely hear the frantic cries from around him. "Fusion One's running loose!" "I'm loosing the mag field on Fusion Three and Five!" "Fusion Two can't handle this, she's overloading!" A few seconds more, and the entire ship would be blown to incandescent splinters by overloading fusion reactors. He had no idea what happened if you aborted a warp jump midtransit, but it couldn't be worse than atomization. <br><br>"Scram the warp drive!" The engineering compartment echoed with the howling of all the demons of Hell as the abused, malfunctioning jump drive was abruptly starved of its power supply mid-transit. A warp jump couldn't simply be stopped, though, and it needed power to bring the ship out of warp again, so the mindless circuitry started melting down instead, cannibalizing itself for that last little erg of juice to finish the abort sequence. Finally, it stopped, the smoke-filled room quiet but for the faint cracks and creaks of bulkheads flexing and popping. Even Harold had been knocked off his feet, though that didn't calm his temper any. "Get your pathetic arses up and get me a damage report! The captain, assuming she's alive, is going to want to know what happened, and I'm bloody well going to tell her!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 20:25:46</strong>
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				Zaide was on the bridge in the damage control compartment when the attack hit. There was only one person manning the station that was usually dark in the state they were in. Power surge and the kid couldn't even figure out how to fix it. Stifling a bit of anger he slowly went through the possess of finding out what the problem was and then calling down to Engineering to get maintenance personnel to check it out. Once the attack started he was bobbing back and forth assisting the one man damage control operative and the Electronic Warfare suites that still needed to boot up. The first minutes were a little hectic but smoothed out as someone came in to help out the inexperienced green horn at the DC station. The commander quickly turned his attention to the EW officers. "Alright gentlemen, I want any missiles within 20 clicks to have their guidance systems so scrambled they think their coffee makers." That got a laugh out of the two humans that were there.<br><br>Firing on there own ship got a lot of the crews attention. There had been a lot of 'Cross breeding' between the two crews. It sparked Memories in Zaide's mind as well. "Were not out of the water yet." he turned back to the station "Incoming! Starboard, 15 Degrees, Vector 7," a second glance gave him a bit of a jolt "There's Viper Tac missiles in the mix! Don't let them hit the ship." Viper tacs would drill into the ship before exploding, usually tailing another missiles crater in. They were deadly to smaller ships and usually made short work of inboard systems. The officers would do their best of course.<br><br>The station knocked fifteen of the thirty missiles out of the air, the other fifteen hit. He felt the rumble of explosions, and the hull ripping. Several pops. Zaide leaned over to the damage control section "Report!"<br><br>The Green horn looked over, his eyes a little wild but still operating like he should. His voice cracked sevral times. "Three breaches, we got it. Sealing sections and sending fire control squad. sir." he turned back to continue coordinating. <br><br>Zaide then heard the Captain give the order for a jump. Retreat and regroup. He could go with that. "Concentrate on defense until we jump! Hang in there boys." he turned and climbed up to the main bridge deck and to his usual station chair, where he quickly gripped on for the wildest jump he'd ever experienced. It left him dazed but unscathed. He straightened himself and his uniform after.<br><br>The Commander coughed once and after a quick glance back at damage control he stepped up beside the Captain, giving her a nod of respect, "That was a riot." he smoothed back his hair and pulled up a nav chart on a screen and got the computer calculating where we were. The Nav officer would be able to accomplish it faster but i looked like they were incapacitated. He was a little upset with the inexperience of some of the crew. He knew it wasn't their fault but it was still frustrating to be paired with a bag full of newbies.
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				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 05:46:17</strong>
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				A dozen dark specks flashed across the blackness of space, not quite as dark as the void surrounding them as they sped towards the glittering flashes of the warring star ships. The triangular fighters broke into three smaller groupings of four craft each, assuming a battle spread formation as they joined the chaotic space battle. The lead element dove at rebel fighter pack accelerating to full attack speed before unleashing a volley of missiles at the enemy craft. The rebel fighters scattered, reaction jets seeming to flair randomly on the ships as they attempted to evade the hunting missiles; turning the ships at what would be impossible angles in atmosphere but in vacuum only momentum and vector mattered. The much nimbler missiles veered into one then another of the enemy fighters, reducing one to a streaking red fireball for a fraction of a second as atmosphere and reaction mass ignited the second was probably just a doomed, tumbling uncontrollably away as venting plasma trailed after the ruined craft.<br><br>Kyrrazazovy looked about, her amber cat eyes fixing on one of the surviving fighters as she dove towards it her and the other triangular shaped crafts pivoting around almost in perfect unison as the quartet of fighter’s rapid fire plasma cannons fired.<br>Reddish orange shards of deadly magnetically compressed superheated plasma lanced out at the rebel fighters one pivoted to return fire but too late as it was overwhelmed in the hail of plasma bolts it shields failing a fraction of a second before its hull was melted and torn apart by the lethal bolts. The remaining rebel fighters ran, desperate to put distance between themselves and the attacking Naz'Úlairi fighters. Kyrrazazovy growled her G-suit compressing her lithe form her fighter pirouetting around seeking the next target as she issued orders to the other fighters in her subgroup. Her orders to the fighters weren’t spoken, they were thought. She and her fighter craft worked as a single entity her fighter was for all practical purposes an extension of herself; the nano-tech and wetware that was laced through her body and brain let her operate the fighter through thought alone. <br><em>”Break, reform and intercept prey at 45-280 my mark.”</em> she thought The space around her seemingly filled with miniature ships, cruisers, dreadnoughts, fighters and missiles the interfacing computer adding markers and data to the toy ships as she reached out and touched a point in space.<br>A moment later the general withdraw order came across the comm net, all fighters were ordered to recover to a friendly vessel or... sacrifice.<br><em>All Banshees regroup and recover. </em> Her mind shifting through all the data that the sensors of her Talon fighter were feeding to her; <em> recover alliance dreadnought Liege at once! </em> she mentally shouted to the other fighters in the squadron, her squadron.<br><br>The black and red tiger striped fighters all broke off angling towards the massive dreadnought even as the rebel fleet closed with the battered ship. The task-force was outnumbered it was now two to five on this side of the planet and one of the dreadnoughts was already under full burn towards the systems star, hoping to use the stars radiation to shield it form the rebel fleet.<br>The Liege was moving too recalling it's fighter craft and signalling it's intent to jump out.<br>The Naz'Úlairi fighters closed on the Liege their IFF systems identifying them as friendly forces as they crossed over the ships dorsal surface the fighters making sharp 180 degree snap turns then burning at full drive back towards the Dreadnoughts hanger bay. They would have to come in fast, well above the safe landing speed. <br>One of the black and red striped fighters exploded in bright red and violet fireball, some random ordnance obliterating the ship as a swarm of anti-ship missiles impacted against the liege's shields and hull.<br>Two, then another three of the black and red tiger striped Naz'Úlairi fighters touched down in the bay, several other fighter craft followed sabers, cutlasses, a single morningstar some bearing the Liege's fighter group marking others belonging to other alliance ships. <br><br>Two additional Talons touched down; one out of room in the overloaded landing bay clipped a newly arrived Saber spinning the fighter craft around as the Talon slammed hard into the deck, gouging a long rent into the deck plating. The chaos in the landing bay was different than the chaos outside but no less extreme.<br>Kyrrazazovy powered down her fighter releasing the cockpit from the fighter. unlike most of the common fighter craft the Talon's cockpit was accessed from below the lower armor canopy sliding forward the flight control station descending from the craft. She released the combat flight harness, her tight black and crimson fight suited form disconnected from the flight control system as she ripped off her angular flight helmet as she yelled for the deck officer.<br>In that same instance the ship lurched; the frantic deck crew, marines and pilots were thrown to the deck. Kyrrazazovy grabbed onto the wing of a saber, barely managing to stay on her feet as the ship continued to shudder for far longer than was normal for a jump. The emergency bay bulkhead slammed into place the swirling colors of hyperspace nauseating. The jump ended just a violently as it began the ship lurching one last time before becoming suddenly still, sparking power junctions and flickering lighting replaced the earlier chaos as the crew began getting&nbsp; back to their feet.<br><br>Kyrrazazovy resumed her search for the deck officer, they were going to need a damage report for the bridge and given how short the jump seemed to have been they may need to be able to conduct flight operations sooner rather than later...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomeGuy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 18:37:20</strong>
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				Keth hadn't been the least bit prepared for the battle to start, he was in fact eating when everything went to hell. He thankfully wasn't completely unarmed if anyone did manage to board the ship, but only had his blades and a small sidearm with him. Scrambling to get to his gear and prepare for a fight then report in to repel boarders there was a big rush as everyone either panicked or rushed to get somewhere.<br><br><em>Well, this is certainly the most interesting thing to happen in a while. Don't they have something better to be doing then attacking us though?</em><br><br>As the battle began in earnest Keth got into position at the hangar. Covered in plates of armor more resembling medieval armor then the sleek powered armor that most used with a heavy shotgun in-hand. He could feel the explosions shaking the ship and it seemed only a matter of time before boarders showed up and things got even worse or they got blown up entirely. Keth was really hoping it was the first one. Boarders he could deal with..... hopefully, the entire ship getting cored or split not so much.<br><br>As friendlies began landing a number of presumably allied fighters landed that Keth didn't recognize, he started over in their direction as they landed, though crashed might have been a better word in some cases. Hopefully no one got hit by the shrapnel getting thrown around or the ships themselves. The pilots would at the very least be a bit banged up though. <br><br>Getting closer to the new arrivals Keth began to check them, a bit suspicious of those he hadn't seen before. Someone was yelling for a deck officer, and he headed in her direction just in time to get near thrown on his ass by the jump.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 07:35:13</strong>
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				Dense packs of fluttering lights dotted the vast dark emptiness of space, the distance narrowly a few hundred kilometers away, but the sparks never the less painted each craft in a near constant orange hue. Ships were strewn about, the lines of battle were clear and each ship traded volley after volley of weapon fire with their foes. Clearly, one side was outmatched, but that didn't stop all Cutlass fighters from being sent out. Some of the first fighters to enter the fight, the Cutlass of the carrier Novas met missiles, fighters and capital ships alike in the vast expanse separating rebels from friendly ships. A stream of fire and debris littered the gap between the two sides, made up mostly of destroyed fighters and missiles, though how many no one could tell.<br><br>Bethany Walker twisted her flight stick hard and veered her Cutlass to the right, the nimble spacecraft twisting and turning as whispy trails of smoke drifted past her canopy. Rounds pingd off the side of her front engines, and as many warning lights as she had ever seen decorated her control panel. Blood trickled down her forehead, at some point her helmet had come undone, though she had gotten it back on quickly enough, obviously not quickly enough to avoid an injury. She felt no point though, her veins coursed harshly with adrenaline and all but the sensation of the stick in her hands had departed her the second she left the flight deck. She was in lead of one unit of six, including herself, among the 48 spacecraft the Novas had sent out at the start of the fight. As she regarded her systems however, what few worked, the number of friendlies remaining had gone down sharply, while enemy fighters clearly had the opposite idea.<br><br>The fight had started easily enough, the mostly veteran crew of the Novas carrier wing had marked in a surprising number of kills, though Bethany had only taken one herself thus far. Tightly grouped packs of fighters ventured from fighting ground to fighting ground, and sometimes breaking off to atack capital ships. That had been a bit of a mistake, ultimately, as the enemy had a significant group of fighters to defend their larger ships. She had gotten off five missiles onto the lead capital ship before the first warning alarms started, then a half dozen more wailed in their opinions of her piloting. She had narrowly avoided being samwhiched between a pair of enemy squadrons, but those pilots had been more focused on protecting their capital ships, and did not chase the handful of remaining Cutlass' retreating from the enemy capital ships. In the vaccum of space, manouverability and speed came easily to any small, nimble craft, but lacking air resistance meant using a lot of guess work to gather where you were pointed.<br><br>So by the time Bethany saw the carrier Novas explode, her head was light from the gash on her forehead, and battle fatigue had set in. She twisted the stick from side to side, narrowly avoiding another missile before doing a verticle 180 and then rotating another 180 degrees. The enemy pilot veered, but she tracked him with her guidance boosters and her guns tore the spacecraft to shreds, a brief spark of orange fire bust out but was quickly extinguished. Debris bounced off her canopy, though none large enough to cause damage. New alarms had started, and a dozen new enemy fighters appeared before her. Bethany yanked the stick hard and brought herself back up, and dove back towards the enemy fighters, dancing nimbling through wreckages and making for the four big chunks that made up the carcas of the Novas. She had an idea to stay and fight, but she had heared the abandon ship from the Novas, moments before it exploded.<br><br>Bethany wouldn't give up though, and made desperately for the only remaining ship, the Liege. Other fighters were heading for her, but she could not tell which ship they hailed from. It was now she finally took stock of all her alarms, and realized rather suddenly that her master engine alarm was on, so at least she had the comfort of knowing if the Liege jumped before she got there, she would explode shortly thereafter. She cut power to the engines and drifted into the Liege's flight bay, using her guidance thrusters for steering. Her Cutlass landed gently enough, though she still bounced and nearly hit a spinning Saber before coming to an unfriendly stop against a far bulkhead. She immediately shut down all systems, though a plethora of alarms sounded none the less, and removed herself from the cockpit.<br><br>The Liege's deck was a mosh pit of frantic activity, though most of it seemed to be the Liege's crew, she could not immediately see any pilots from the Novas, but she was focused elsewhere in moments. Clearly the ship had suffered damage, and she moved to assist a nearby damage control team, when the ship started to shake violently. She gripped a nearby support beam to help her stance, but the ship continued the shake and do so with intensity, so much so that Bethany soon lost her footing and was sent tumbling backwards ooto the flight deck. She covered her head and tried to stand, but the shaking kept her from regaining her footing, and so she waited out, wondering if this is what it felt like to be inside a ship that was breaking apart. Luckily, after a few minutes, the shaking subsided and Bethany released a sight of relief, glad she wasn't going to find out what death was like today. The pilot regained her footing, slowly and cautiously, before making a quick jog over to the damage control team. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 21:57:47</strong>
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				<strong>[Main Hanger]</strong><br><br>The uncontrolled chaos in the main hanger was just beginning to subside into controlled chaos when the lights failed; momentarily casting the hanger into near total darkness, random flashes of sparking power junctions, burning insulation, and the glow form some of the still powered fighters and consoles. Before the emergency lighting kicked in returning a semblance of normalcy to the hanger; the yellowish glow of the emergency lighting seemed to somehow fit in perfectly with the snapping crack of sparking wires, the moans of the injured and the acrid stinging tang of burned plastic and reaction mass.<br><br>Kyrrazazovy directed two of her pilots to assist with the Talon that had crashed. She still hadn’t found the Deck officer but they were undoubtedly overwhelmed with everything going on.<br>She quickly counted the Naz'Úlairi fighters that had landed, Seven, and one was probably no longer operational. Half of squadron was all that she had left and on a ship thaty wasn’t even hers; she hoped that the second and third squadron of her wing had fared better against the rebels. They had stayed with the <em>Stalking Shadow</em> to provide fighter cover while first squadron was sent to support the evac of the scientists on the planet. This adamantium project had better have been worth it…<br>She exhaled and turned back, surveying the hanger in the dim light her cat eyes falling on the huge alien getting back to his feet. She didn’t recognize his species but he was clearly a Vrec'Sevi Marine based on his uniform. He at least looked like a proper warrior, unlike the other Human Marines in the hanger.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.deviantart.com/download/150335439/Drow_1_by_Katana_the_Grey.jpg)</div><strong>“Marine!”</strong> Kyrrazazovy yelled as she turned towards hulking alien Marine. <strong>“Marine; who is the Captain of this ship and do you know where the Deck Officer is?”</strong> the much smaller black skinned female asked as she drew closer to Keth; her tone clearly indicating someone used to getting her way, the Wing commander insignia on her flight suit going a long way to explaining her attitude. She was the equivalent rank of a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines or a full Commander in the Vrec'Sevi Navy Her amber colored eyes fixing with his as she awaited his response to her questions.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>SomeGuy</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 00:46:03</strong>
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				<strong>[Main Hanger]</strong><br><br>Keth was slightly taken aback by this smaller female being so demanding, examining her and spotting the insignia she bore explained it though. <strong>"The Captain is Sve'rena Vrene'k and the Deck Officer is currently busy. Why don't you round up your people and we'll get you situated in a room and begin to get everything sorted out and a report submitted. We should clear out of here anyways so the techs can get everything sorted."</strong> He was suspicious of anyone he didn't recognize from the ship, and didn't like her or anyone else he didn't recognize wandering around freely... or being introduced to anyone important. <br><br>Sweeping his eyes over the hangar Keth could only imagine the kind of shape the Liege was in if things were this bad here, the highly unusual jump only made him more unsettled. He was half-anticipating an announcement amounting to 'everything's fucked, thanks for flying Liege space-lines' to be made any second now. <br><br>He could see other marines moving around the area and at the doors, things weren't exactly military standard on the Liege so he hopped there weren't any misunderstandings of people offended amongst the new arrivals. Speaking of non-standard Keth hoped Harold wasn't completely shit-faced when things went bad, and hadn't brained anyone who moved to slowly for his tastes in all the chaos. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 11:08:22</strong>
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				The Captain never wanted a human as her XO but the upper ranks never cared what she wanted thankfully she got lucky this time. It was not bad enough that she had a bunch of badly trained officers, but many of her soldiers were human as well, which was typical, but at least she had one officer she could rely on. Though he was rather effective as her second in command, she still didn't like him, nor did she want to.&nbsp; It was nothing personal, just her reality. As far as she cared, he could keep his distance, so after giving him a quick glance as he stood next to her, she placed her hands on the edge of the table like main display and looked over the hologram. "I would call it a massacre personally, and I want to know how they knew are jump route. That assumes there was a possible traitor in our ship or one of the others, I want all our new shipmates to be tagged and checked over." She ordered to the security officer before looking back at the display.<br><br>"Why would they go for the kill when what they wanted was on board, there is no tactical value." She mutters to herself, but by no means softly. One of her hands moves to her bony hair and begins to trace the carvings slowly. "They could have attempted to disrupt our jump or cripple our engines but most of the hits are along the middle of the hull, which isn't where you target to cripple a ship." A few taps on the display control causes the hologram to highlight the damage on the ship, the majority of it being on the guns or hull towards the middle. "As I expected."&nbsp; She hissed out and zoomed in on one of the holes in the hologram, "Gre'vrens." <br><br>Turning to the Zaide she barks, "Seal storage deck B and all surrounding decks, security locks with the ninth passcode series, get marines to all exits, do the same for the maintence area in deck F. There should be two in the storage deck." The Gre'vrens were a weapon her race loved and that she had enjoyed on numerous occasions. Though most of her past was classified it didn't stop her from using past experiences to turn a bad situation around. The Gre'vrens were a type of missile that burrowed similar to a viper, but were meant to be undetectable and pierce into the hull so someone could get into the ship. Each pod only carried one thankfully, but sometimes that was bad enough. If they sealed the surrounding areas and let the marines sweep through the sealed areas they should find all of them. But if it was her, she knew where she would hit first, and they would get through those security doors if the marines didn't find them in time, "Send a squad to all engineer units, if there are not enough marines available, draft some of the pilots. They should be experienced in fighting under pressure." <br><br>But that was only part of her problems, the scientists behind her needed her attention and she had ignored them long enough. Her eyes glanced over the few, taking a second to look Damen up and down before limping to her chair and sitting down. "Comms, Navigation and Engineering, compile all data on the jump and make a copy for our new best friends, include information that we can get on our current location." As tired as she was, it was not stopping her work ethic, everything she had available would be utilized or she would be damned. "Something happened in the last jump, and I want to know what, and where we are. Our navigation computer cannot locate us and our manual analysis is getting no clues either." She said directly to the scientists this time. "You are the best we have at the moment and I need an explanation and a plan on how to get back to friendly territory. Secondly, I want the three of you to help fix our engines and other parts as needed. We don't have the personnel to spare and from my understanding you are all experienced scientists and we have taken significant damage."<br><br>Her eyes slowly drifted back to those holes in her ship and her real eye let a almost unnoticeable red hazy cloud drift forward before disappearing in such a way it questioned if it ever existed. "Give the marines the command to make sure that any guests we may have do not touch a wire on my ship or they all get court marshaled when we get out." Her voice was calm, and surprisingly in control for the situation, then tapping on her chair she lifts up a wired radio, "Engineering I want a status report now." She orders then taps the controls to mute it for a moment before telling her XO. "Make sure everyone stays off wireless radios, any enemy units on the ship can most likely monitor them. Stick to hard lined communication." Then raising the speaker to her ear she wants for the response from engineering. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 23:00:10</strong>
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				Zaide took to the task quickly. He was about to call the Marine Lieutenant over the wireless and then corrected himself to the Captain's word. First he stepped into the DC section <strong>"Seal off Storage deck B and all surrounding compartments..."</strong> he pointed out a general radius and the new kid quickly sealed doors in the general pattern.&nbsp; He then walked over to the main ship intercom and picked it up. It was less suspicious if it was common knowledge. The attention tone went off and he cleared his throat. <strong>*"This is the XO. Marine Lieutenant Bawkins to The Flight deck with Five marine details. All personnel that are not Explicitly part of the Liege's crew, are to be escorted by a marine detail to the Hanger bay for processing. All other personnel are to continue with Damage control and repairs. That is all."*</strong> Zaide hung up and started his way to the Flight deck. The Flight deck and the Cargo storage were beside each other, a Deck down and they could start clearing the Cargo areas.<br><br>The commander stepped out into the main hall and at a brisk walk started his decent into the chaos of repairs, draped wires and sparks. He got his proper salutes as he walked by crew members, They were quick and tired but he didn't mind. They were working hard. Upon being assigned to the Liege, he'd noticed a trend in attitude, because of the shaky backgrounds of most of the ship's crew, Some were eager to atone to their mistakes, Willing to work hard and be noticed. And others really don't give a crap, but have skills that cant be passed up or that iron courage that seems to be contagious. He'd experienced that once before in his early years as a Gunboat Captain. He was only a Lieutenant then. He let himself reminisce a bit as he headed for his destination. The horrible condition of the ship only made his little day dream more immersing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 01:29:31</strong>
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				Harold's own reports were rolling in as the Captain's voice came in through his com link, and he was in no mood to be calm and polite even by his erratic standards of good behavior. "Status report? Entirely separate from the holes in our damn hull, Captain, We've got both drive arrays disabled, a broken reactor and two damaged ones, and a heap of not-quite-molten slag where our fancy new warp drive used to be after it blew its load in our face and no one thought to bring a tissue. Our status, captain, is lame, half-crippled, and stranded who knows the hell where. Eighty minutes and I'll have one thruster array running again, the other will take five hours and EVA activity. Engineering out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 11:28:04</strong>
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				Damen watched the Captain as she gave orders and was more than a little disturbed that part of the ship was probably holding hostile forces. As he listened to her he had studied the display not liking what he saw. He glanced over at the other two men he had been working alongside even before the war had broken out. He saw that they both were focused on the display and what it meant for their situation. As the Captain turned her attention to the three of them he turned his attention to her and couldn’t help but smirk a little at her joke. “We will do our best but we will need a work space if you want to get any results.” The other two nodded slightly in agreement with his statement then one of them turned and took a copy of the data that was assembled for them. After only a moment Damen and the other man were looking over the data that was scrolling over the screen of the datapad and making a remake here and there. “Okay, go and find an empty room and start going over this I will go and see what I can do to help with the engines ship. It does not have to be a lab just a quit room until we can get some equipment set up.” All three of them looked at the others then to Damen. “Okay, we will see you in a while then.” Damen watched them for a moment as they went back to reading the information then he walked over to the damage control area and making sure not to get into anyone’s way, for the most part anyway he tracked out a route to the jump drives location. <br><br>As he decided on the route he would try he activated the nanites and had them record the ships layout before he turned and left the bridge and heading down the engineering glad to have something to do. By the time he made it to his destination the cuts he had were sealed and healing quickly. His thoughts had drifted to when he would be able to eat next and knew he would need to find something soon if he kept having to heal himself. He was snapped back to the present when he walked into the engine room and saw the jump drive. Swearing under his breath he quickly made his way to what was left of it then crouched and held his hand over it. “Dam no point in trying to fix this now.” Even as he spoke to himself he could feel a round mass forming under his tongue as he separated a number of nanites from his blood stream.<br><br>As he waited the mass split into four different but equally sized forms. He ignored the feeling and using the remaining nanites he defined the material that was to be used and where the nanites would be aloud to go. Once that was done he took the four small metallic masses out of his mouth and tossed them onto what was left of the jump drive knowing how it would look and wishing he had gone to the hanger bay to grab the nanites he had brought with him. After activating the nanobots and watching to make sure none staid out of the area he had programmed he stood and looked around for the Chef engineer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 13:56:26</strong>
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				<strong>[Main Hanger]</strong><br><br>Kyrrazazovy looked back, and up to the towering alien Marine as he answered her questions about the Captain than the Deck Officer. She nodded as he mentioned the Captain’s name, Sve'rena Vrene'k. The name sounded Evr'svan, but they were part of the Rebels coalition, still the name seemed some how familiar. <br>She wasn’t surprised when he said that he didn’t know where the Deck Officer was; though she did cock her head to the side when he ‘suggested’ that she gather her people and all go to a room to sort things out. The Marine seemed to be suspicious of her and her pilots. Understandable given the chaos going on around them, still she wasn’t going to leave seven armed fighters sitting around in the hanger bay. <br><strong>“We aren’t going any where until MY fighters are secured Marine.”</strong> She said back her tawny eyes fixed on his, the foot and a half difference between her and Keth seeming not to faze her in the least. She was about to say something else when the ships intercom toned, ship wide communications seemed to still be operating as she turned her attention to the disembodied voice.<br><em>"This is the XO. Marine Lieutenant Bawkins to the Flight deck with five marine details. All personnel that are not explicitly part of the Liege's crew are to be escorted by a marine detail to the Hanger bay for processing. All other personnel are to continue with Damage control and repairs. That is all."</em><br>The XO’s announcement made one thing clear to her; they were concerned that Rebels had slipped aboard the ship in the chaos. The Marines suspicion made sense now; she hadn’t heard that that was a rebel tactic but it would probably be easy for them to slip aboard a ship with a Human crew.<br>Kyrrazazovy turned her attention back to Keth. <br><strong>“Well then We will wait here for your Lieutenant Bawkins to sort this out Marine.”</strong> She said as she turned and called over her pilots to await the Marine Lieutenant.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomeGuy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 23:04:43</strong>
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				"Right... you do that then. I'm just going to head off for now, try to not have to much fun." Checking to make sure they were being watched over by some of the other marines in the area while leaving a few instructions and the advice to keep it on the formal side with the new arrivals. Keth took off towards staging area for whatever was going on at the flight deck. Maybe something more interesting then babysitting was going on there, and his skills were much better put to use there. Plus he'd probably offend someone if he stayed much longer. <br><br>Arriving at the Flight deck Keth took stock of the others in the area, looked like a decent group considering the pool to draw from. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 08:06:04</strong>
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				Zaide stepped onto the flight deck's briefing room and was pleased to see that the Lieutenant had gathered his groups efficiently in the chaos. Bawkins walked up and saluted him. Returning a crisp salute he started his briefing of the situation. <strong>"Both the Captain and I are suspicious of anyone that is not belonging to the Liege's crew. Everyone on that flight deck is to be run though to Cargo bay A and formed up until we've done sifting through the lot. Also send word to the Fighter Maintenance crew to clear the deck. We need to be able to launch fighters if any of the rebels decide to jump us in our crippled state."</strong><br><br>There was a pause as Bawkins did the math. <strong>"...Sir, that would require only One detail of marines."</strong> Their was fifteen of them in the back that made up one group and the sergeants and corporals of each group started to listen up more.<br><br>The Commander nodded <strong>"The other four are going to be having a little fun, with you leading."</strong> He gestured to Bawkins who selected one group and they went on their way. The Commander turned around and activated the display behind him showing the damage of the ship. He zoomed to the breach in question and the sealed off areas around it.<strong> "We have a pod missile that has landed in the ship. Hopefully we've sealed the slimy bastard in tight."</strong> he paused and looked over the armed marines. They all had that itch for action. <strong>"The other four Details under your command are going to do a room to room clearing of the sector. If you find the intruder try and subdue him for interrogation. Everyone in that sector is to be taken into custody and processed later."</strong> he paused to let the marines celebrate a bit <strong>"No casualties. If it turns into a firefight though, full force is authorized."</strong> he nodded to Bawkins and stepped down. After exchanging salutes he left Bawkins in charge of organization. He'd heard he was the best. A little inhumane with a few of his past captives but he gave it little thought.<br><br>His next visit was to the landing deck overhang area, where manual landings were observed and automatic landings monitored, as well as deck organization and inspection. He was given the appropriate 'XO on Deck', He told them to carry on and went to the fighter listing and started to scan through. The Talon group that had landed was probably his best bet on finding the highest ranking pilot on the ship. He'd seen the group in action while in dry dock, even in standard patrols, they were impressive craft. <br><br>The Marine detail that was sent to organize the chaos on the deck guided the Crew on the landing deck into a hallway and towards Cargo A witch had been cleared minutes before the detail had opened it. Anyone insisting to stay with their craft was ensured that their craft would be stored and rearmed in the hanger as quickly as possible. Further insisting got a gun pointed at them. At the entrance of the cargo bay, Finger print, ID numbers and Validation codes were asked, and IDs were achieved. After they got into the rather empty cargo hold they were asked to for up in their appropriate flights and squadrons, with the highest ranking pilot as the Wing Commander for the 'Parade'.<br><br>Basic drill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 11:16:37</strong>
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				As both the XO and her guard left the bridge, the Captain could do little else then rub her eyes and wait for the next set of analysis. Thankfully that would not take much time, in a matter of ten minutes navigation had her with the answer she didn't want to hear. The officer was reluctant to report but after double checking multiple times, confirmed, they were in space unknown. "Run it again, There has to be something we can use to find our way back." The Captain ordered firmly, her eyes looking over the data. There was almost no recognizable star formations, at least from this angle. <br><br>"Any radio frequencies we can use?" <br>"None that I can find Captain."<br><br>This was getting worse and worse so far. No communications, no recognizable location navigation, and no jump drive so far. They were sitting ducks, more so, sitting ducks with a hurt wing. Her hands crossed quickly and she placed her head on top of them as she sighed softly,&nbsp; this was increasingly becoming closer to her terrain though, so much so that she actually couldn't help smiling softly. "Lost in the forest of Le'vresan with no supplies besides a dull knife." She muttered to herself as she tapped her foot slowly. "I&nbsp; want all systems reduced in power that are either too damaged or unnecessary. We are going to reduce as many ways of tracking us as we can. Make sure power usage and generation is the bare minimum. If engineering has a problem with that tell them to complain once we have FTL drives or at least sublight back." It would be only then that she would have to eat her words.<br><br>"We have a contact, it is too distant to tell yet what form of ship it is, but it is large." Came quickly from the comms station. "It looks to be twice the size of the Liege at minimum, and closing in at a slow pace." Was announced abruptly and the entire bridge looking at the Captain quickly as she drummed her hand slowly, her fingers twisting slowly. She didn't respond at first, just pulled up the radar on her screen and stared at the oncoming icon. "Abort processing of unknown pilots, get everyone to their ships. We need every pilot in a fighter now. Get them in the air."<br><br>"Sir, we don't have formed squadrons and our CAG is MIA." <br><br>This was a worst case scenario, they were unorganized and damaged, and without a CAG there was no way of organizing the pilots efficiently. She was a special forces veteran, not a pilot. "Then we better hope our pilots can get their acts in gear without someone holding their hands. Get them in the air, now." She barked, standing up quickly and grabbing her cane. The old soldier limping to the main display and looking at the oncoming ship. "I want to know what that ship is, now." <br><br>"What about the infiltrators and the marine force, the XO is still down there."<br><br>She was quickly tiring of this questioning of her orders, "They will have to fend for themselves, the XO and the marines have their job, and we have ours. Now get those birds in the air, and all available weapons armed and locked. " She ordered as the large ship closed in, it was still too far, even for their main gun to hit accurately, but they were not going to engage if they could help it, if they were lucky the low power signature would have gone unnoticed. "I need blades out now!" She yelled, the delay on the launch beginning to worry her. "Stay close to the ship in defensive formation until further notice." She ordered. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 08:53:32</strong>
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				Kyrrazazovy and the six other Naz'Úlairi pilots waited together in a small group, the six ebon skinned females were talking quietly like schoolgirls amongst themselves. Naz'Úlairi pilots whispering their native tongue animatedly about the other pilots who were in the cargo bay with them as they awaited the Liege’s crew to get situated to process the stray pilots from other ships that had been forced to recover on-board the Liege.<br>There were only a small number of fighter pilots from other ships two females and 3 males. The Male fighter pilots were what was the main topic of discussion amongst the Naz'Úlairi. Males were almost never pilots, and certainly not fighter pilots. Naz'Úlairi Males were warriors and engineers; the Warriors were almost unidentifiable as Naz'Úlairi heavily modified with cybernetics and bio modifications they were usually a good 50 centimeters taller and 60 kilograms heavier. <br>With any good fortune they would be back aboard the Stalking Shadow in a day or two and this time aboard this ship would be just an unpleasant memory.<br><br>The Human fighter pilots had gravitated into their own small group as well as the other pilots. The other group of pilots were the non-combat pilots for the shuttles and transports. They had already given their information to the ensign assigned to collect the pilots basic identification information, Name rank and serial number. She looked over to the other pilots again there were no pilots ranked higher than captain all the others were lieutenants. She was about the set about getting them into order for the XO on Deck's review when the alert klaxon blared to life followed by the combat commanders voice; <em>Alert Condition Red, Alert Condition Red; All Fighters Combat Launch! All Fighters Combat Launch! </em> Almost as a group the fighter pilots headed for the Launch bay at a run.<br><br>Five minutes later Kyrrazazovy was back in her Talon fighter the other 5 operational craft form her squadron were moving into launch position. The fighters weren't rearmed, they had barley enough time to move them&nbsp; she was down to half the on-board missile normally carried the other Talons were in a similar state, she ran through the fighters systems check as she waited for fight control to issue the launch order and the commander of the air group to begin issuing the fighter assignments.<br><strong>"Flight Command request frequency and call sign of CAG."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 17:04:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127113.msg5624167#msg5624167">Quote from: Frelance on 22-12-2011, 11:28:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>As he decided on the route he would try he activated the nanites and had them record the ships layout before he turned and left the bridge and heading down the engineering glad to have something to do. By the time he made it to his destination the cuts he had were sealed and healing quickly. His thoughts had drifted to when he would be able to eat next and knew he would need to find something soon if he kept having to heal himself. He was snapped back to the present when he walked into the engine room and saw the jump drive. Swearing under his breath he quickly made his way to what was left of it then crouched and held his hand over it. “Dam no point in trying to fix this now.” Even as he spoke to himself he could feel a round mass forming under his tongue as he separated a number of nanites from his blood stream.<br><br>As he waited the mass split into four different but equally sized forms. He ignored the feeling and using the remaining nanites he defined the material that was to be used and where the nanites would be aloud to go. Once that was done he took the four small metallic masses out of his mouth and tossed them onto what was left of the jump drive knowing how it would look and wishing he had gone to the hanger bay to grab the nanites he had brought with him. After activating the nanobots and watching to make sure none staid out of the area he had programmed he stood and looked around for the Chef engineer.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The chief engineer, as it happened, was right behind him, clambering out of an access hatch as Damen finished applying his nanite-infused spit to the still faintly smoking ruins of the warp core. Ruddy-faced and scowling, the dimunitive man's twin cyber eyes glared up at Damen suspiciously. "And what in the seventeen bloody hells do you think you're doing, laddy? If you hadn't noticed, we got repairs going on all over the place here, and it ain't no place for no weedy egghead to be crawling around getting in the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 07:17:26</strong>
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				The XO heard the announcement from the room and the crew there sprang into action. He was quick to set their priories straight "Launch a Squadron of Standard fighters Before the operational Talons." The cannon fotter goes first. He didn't want to say that though, it was insensitive and people tended to object to that sort of talk.<br><br>One of the three officers piped up though "...Sir, the Talons are a lot more Deadly in combat and-"<br><br>Zaide interrupted the human, "Ensign, we don't pay you to question orders. Make it happen, And get that landing deck clear. It looks like a nuke went off and no ones cleaned it up." He quickly turned around and picked up a head set off a display and patched himself through to the new CAG. With it a small Bio popped up. He sighed seeing she was a Naz'Úlairi, or 'Dark Elf' as the humans called them. He'd had issues with them on a cruiser in his earlier years. Regardless, she was the most experienced. If later she started getting Sexist he'd put his foot down. Or the captain. *"Wing Commander Kyrrazazovy, This is Commander Tar'Delik. I'm sending your Flight in the second launch. I apologize for Micro Managing. We are in unknown territory, and don't know when we will be able to return, so keep your pilots alive out there. We can build new craft, we cant build an experienced pilot. I'll try not to do this to often."* No promises though. He liked knowing people were doing Exactly what they were suppose to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 07:34:50</strong>
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				Damen was surprised by the man when he glared at him but when he started speaking he guessed he had found the chief engineer. “I don’t think I am doing anything chief. I am fixing the engine and anything else that I might be able to help with.” He paused for a moment then added. “Captian’s orders are to help fix the engines and anything else that needs fixing. So what else do you need help with?” He had been in an engine room enough in his early years and that knowledge would probably make him useful if the chief would let him help with the ships repairs. The idea of not getting to work here was aggravating to him even though he knew that there was plenty of other work to be done that he could do it would still grate of his nerves to be denied access to the ships engines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 07:07:59</strong>
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				Kyrrazazovy&nbsp; cocked her head to the side as she heard the XO's voice over the private comm channel to her.<br><em>"Wing Commander Kyrrazazovy, This is Commander Tar'Delik. I'm sending your Flight in the second launch. I apologize for Micro Managing. We are in unknown territory, and don't know when we will be able to return, so keep your pilots alive out there. We can build new craft, we cant build an experienced pilot. I'll try not to do this to often."</em> She was surprised when the Flight Command issued her the CAG ID for the Liege. She linked her flights comms to her comm channel to the Flight Command and the XO.<br><br><strong>"I appreciate the confidence that you have chosen to place in me Commander by making me the Commander Air Group for the Liege. What do you mean by were in unknown territory and don't know when we will be able to return?."</strong> Kyrrazazovy asked the launch systems moving her Talon fighter and the other Talons into lunch position. Her amber cat eyes already reading over the data that Flight Command was transferring over to her. The first squadron of Sabers was already launched and formed up into a three finger squadron and the second squadron was now cleared for launch; she signaled launch. Kyrrazazovy felt herself pressed back into the combat flight seat by the sudden acceleration of her sleek fighter down the narrow magnetic catapult launch tunnel. She couldn't help but smile as her fighter launched despite having done it hundreds of times there was still something exciting about the whole launch process.<br><br>The black and red striped Talons streaked from the Liege's fighter bay the six Naz'Úlairi fighters continuing away from the dreadnaught at high velocity even as a second wave of Saber&nbsp; and Cutlass fighters were launched after the Talon element.<br>Kyrrazazovy took stock of the fighters as they launched; her amber cat eyes scanning over the data returned from the Talon's sensors. Sabers and Cutlasses and her six Talons.<br><strong>"Nyogha form up on me, Azdali and Yigana you will act as lead for the Cutlasses; Shakta and Cyaena your will serve a lead for the Sabers. The remaining sabers will form on me and Nyogha."</strong> Kyrrazazovy switched to the group comm channel as the Talon fighters split into three groups of two.<br><strong>"All fighter craft form up on the talons as lead elements."</strong> Kyrrazazovy said over the fighter command comm, her computer sending specific formation data to the individual fighters of her new squadron. She had made all the Sabers and Cutlasses wing men to the&nbsp; Naz'Úlairi fighters, she knew them and their skills the other pilots were unknown she hoped that the male pilots would at lease be of some use in combat.<br>She switched over to the fighter command channel as she spoke to the lead Saber element. <strong>"Red Squadron break into three finger four formations; hold at 50 Klicks and await orders to recon unknown target. Engage only if fired upon or at weapons free command."</strong><br>Kyrrazazovy took one last look at the miniature fighters hanging in the virtual space about her her amber eyes shifting up to the unidentified target approaching the crippled dreadnaught. It was the size of an orbital colony the Talons sensors were resolving it to be 4.2 Kilometers long and half as deep. If it carried a fighter complement equivalent to a colony they were easily outnumbered three to one...or even more...<br><strong>"Black and Red Squadrons accelerate Move to 20 Klicks and hold for orders."</strong> She said as the engines on her Talon fighter flared white as the sleek craft accelerated toward the unknown target; the Talons and Sabers in the ad-hock formations following a fraction of a second later.<br><br><strong>"Flight Command relay to third and fourth launch squadrons Orange and Blue, form up into finger four elements and hold at 10 Klicks from the Liege and await combat assignments."</strong> Kyrrazazovy said back to Liege Flight Command; as she patched her and the lead Saber elements telemetry back to the Liege.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 20:32:29</strong>
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				Sparks jumped from a dented, bent section of wall lining one side of the hangar, near where a skidding Saber had come in too fast and landed awkwardly, not stopping until it struck the far end wall of the main hangar. She was helping damage control shut off power to a part of the hangar in order to enact repairs, when the call for pilots came out. She stood frozen for a split second, the vision of her certainly wrecked Cutlass flashing in her mind before she handed her tools to a nearby Marine and sprinted back into the hangar proper, heading immediately to where the Cutlass' were being parked. Various other craft were already in the pipe and she assumed more were launched. Other pilots moved about, some clearly as lost as Bethany, and her eyes jumped from craft to craft, searching for one that was not only flight worthy but unoccupied.<br><br>She approached a badly damaged Cutlass and gave it a quick inspection. It was dented and would likely be scrapped, but it seemed to be working. Bethany approached a nearby deck crewman. "<strong>Anyone fly this one?</strong>" She asked hurriedly, examining the Cutlass from the back now. The mechanic shook his head, responding "<em>Nope</em>" without looking up from his work. "<strong>Is she flight worthy?</strong>" She asked again. This time he only nodded, and grimly, but that was the best Bethany could hope for as she rushed up the ladder and jumped into the cockpit.<br><br>The right side of the canopy was stained with a little bit of blood, though from what she couldn't say, it certainly wasn't human. She powered up the Cutlass' engines and immediately an array of warning alarms sounded. She closed the canopy, pulling her helmet on, and worked on sealing the canopy and powering weapons, even as she was being delivered into a pipe for launch. The Cutlass had less than a quarter of its missiles and ammo left, but it had structural integrity and all main systems, except jump systems, were working well enough for her to do her job. The engines wailed and the Cutlass shook, Bethany grimaced again as flight control gave her clearance for launch. She pushed herself into the seat as the catapult launch system tossed her out of the pipe and into vaccum.<br><br>Bethany gripped the stick tightly and twisted it side to side, getting a feel for an unfamiliar craft. The controls responded sluggishly, and clearly there was internal damage harming performance. Bethany clicked her teeth as she fell into formation behind one of the Talons and set to organizing her thoughts, starting with shutting off the alarms, at least the ones that would turn off. Outside her canopy, the rag tag band of fighters easing into formation tightly grouped together, and well beyond whatever they were sent out to meet loomed on her screen. The Cutlass shook again, and a new alarm came on, indicating an engine failure, though she still had the rest of the engines, and plenty of fuel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 19:20:20</strong>
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				Zaide responded back to the CAG's question, *"We are unsure of our position, but the wacky jump tossed us a good distance. We'll brief you when you return, Good Hunting. Tar'Delik out."* He pulled the head set off and hung it up. He then set out to the cargo bays. He got to the first sealed section and was happy to see two marines at the door "Gentlemen, how goes the search?"<br><br>They both saluted and the highest ranking answered. "Were about half way done, so far there's been no resistance. We've got an ID crew moving through after the front of the search to clear our own crew. Sir." <br><br>The commander returned the salute, "Have they found the pods?"<br><br>"Yes sir, they reported in right before they cleared that room. The next check in is in two minutes. Sir" The human Corporal had to check his watch<br><br>"No extra crew members yet?"<br><br>"None that were aware of Sir."<br><br>"Alright, when Lieutenant Bawkins gets done tell him to report in."<br><br>"Yes Sir" The Corporal and the other marine saluted as the Commander turned and walked off. His next stop was the bridge to tell the Captain his findings. It was an interesting situation they were in. Potentially lost in space with enemy infiltrators on board. Truthfully, he wasn't to worried about the infiltrators, As long as they kept the Damage control section locked down, and the bridge guarded by a marine detail, they wouldn't be able to interfere with something really critical.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 20:35:52</strong>
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				The Captain sat still for a moment, drumming her fingers as she thought over the request for CAG. They were definitely going to be in for a rough ride if they didn't have one, but she had never met this pilot and she had no interest in endangering her pilots. There was no time to argue though, for now she would have to trust the Talon Pilot. "Permission granted, may the grace of the Shadow King be with you." It was a common blessing for her race, but even translated would mean little to rest of the crew. More importantly, what was this ship? The mass of the vessel was immense for a normal vessel in this war, but it wasn't long before she got her answer.<br><br>"We have visual, putting it on the main display now." The Comm officer announced and she nodded as the picture came up, which struck her breathless for the moment before she breathed out and decided that the XO could debrief the new CAG. The ship was unique to say the least. It was immensely large but visual imaging implied it was using old fashioned combustion sublight travel, the main guns on the ship looked like they were from over two hundred years in the past. The only thing that was impressive about the ship, until six bay doors opened on the ship and a quick yell brought a new problem to attention, <br><br>"Enemy ship is releasing fighters, counts right now are at fifty and rising." Well now, this is starting to get fun, the Captain couldn't help but smirk. Based on the visual and preliminary scans, all their technology was severely outdated, but there were nearly four times the number of fighters that the Liege had. "Seems they have taken us to be a threat. Send a request for a cease fire, load one nuke into tube one, tell the CAG to keep her units back." She ordered and turned back to the display, the enemy fighters were far less maneuverable then her cutlasses but it still didn't make the odds any better, she would have to change that. <br><br>"Enemy response is in a language I have never seen."<br>"Enemy Vessel is locking missiles, incoming opening salvo. Preparing counter measures immediately, defensive missiles away."<br><br>The Captain nodded and turned the screen to the traditional radar picture, which told her more about the battle than anything else. "Jam targeting systems, fire first nuke at enemy carrier, label every fighter as appropriate. Detonate nuke on my mark. " The ship shook as the ship allowed a few of the crude torpedoes to make contact with the hull. The shield and hull were able to absorb the hits with minimum damage. The nuke was a fourth of the way when the enemy fighters moved to intercept. "Seems our enemies are familiar with nukes. Fire six o'clock boosters on nuke to avoid interception." She ordered, the short boost giving the nuke enough change in position to dodge being intercepted, diving deep into the middle of the enemy army when the Captain finally called it, "Mark." The nuke went off with a vengeance of bright light, taking a third of their fighters with it, leaving a wreck of destroyed vessels and rubble. "Tell the CAG to keep close to the ship, prepare for some guests, lock the guns on the enemy fighters and prioritize targets attacking the Liege, then any enemy ships on ours." She was going to have to trust her pilots to keep the crippled ship alive, she had done all she could reasonably do without wasting everything the Liege had left. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 23:57:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127113.msg5642245#msg5642245">Quote from: Frelance on 28-12-2011, 07:34:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Damen was surprised by the man when he glared at him but when he started speaking he guessed he had found the chief engineer. “I don’t think I am doing anything chief. I am fixing the engine and anything else that I might be able to help with.” He paused for a moment then added. “Captian’s orders are to help fix the engines and anything else that needs fixing. So what else do you need help with?” He had been in an engine room enough in his early years and that knowledge would probably make him useful if the chief would let him help with the ships repairs. The idea of not getting to work here was aggravating to him even though he knew that there was plenty of other work to be done that he could do it would still grate of his nerves to be denied access to the ships engines.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'd call it a bit strange to be fixing an engine by spittin' on it - and if them nannies get loose in here and set up a rogue colony, I'll be cleaning them out with your spleen." He paused, uncorking the flask on his hip and taking a swig.<br><br>&nbsp;"Still, I guess even an egghead like yourself can hold a fuser and fetch parts for the real engineers. It's all hardware issues right now, blown fuse paths and overheated capacitors, and the internal crawlspaces can't hold anyone else right now anyways. You want to help, go pester Petty Officer Bryant over there, the slimy-looking fellow with black hair. He's rounding up workers to strap on EVA suits and start patching Array Number Two outside, and if you graduated college without killing yourself, I'll bet you know how to run a chem-fuser torch safely, and that puts you a few notches up over what I've got to work with normally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 07:19:36</strong>
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				Damen narrowed his eyes as he listened to the chiefs words. “Look nothing will go wrong with the nanites. I programmed them myself.” It was then that he saw the man pull out a flask and decided to stop talking until he knew what the Chief was drinking. He was sure it would not be anything appropriate but he kept his mouth shut and listened to the run down he was given. <br><br>When the eva was mentioned his eyes lit up and he laughed a bit at the Chief’s last comment. “Eva sounds fine; I will make sure it gets done.” He looked in the directions the chief had pointed to and headed over to Petty Officer Bryant once he spotted him. As he headed over he studied the crew members that were already assembled around the Petty Officer. He wondered if the Chief had be truthful when he spoke of the skill of the men he had under his command.<br><br>He pushed the thought out of his mind as he arrived at the group. “I am here to help with the Eva, so where are the suits?” Petty Officer Bryant looked him over then shrugged and them addressed the group. “You know what to do. Get it done asap.” Damen followed the group to the nearest airlock and got into an Eva suit with the others. A few minutes later they cycled the airlock and walked out of the ship. As they made their way towards the damaged array there were a few times that a piece of wreckage from the battle on the other side of the ship shot past dangerously close to the group. Damen opened a channel to Petty Officer Bryant. “See if you can get the ship to keep the array as far from the battle as possible.” The petty officer relayed Damen’s request to the bridge before replying to Damen and the rest of the repair crew. “I relayed your request but don’t expect anything.”<br><br>The crew had arrived at the array as they received the message and one of the other members acknowledged Bryant while Damen and the rest of the crew started work on the Array.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 06:51:38</strong>
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				Kyrrazazovy was surprised when the Captain responded to her with the dedication of the Shadow King, the Captain was obviously familiar with Naz'Úlairi customs.<br><br><strong>“May the Shadow Queen's wrath fall on your prey.”</strong> Kyrrazazovy responded to the Captain her cat eyes turning to the data returned by the Talons and Sabers sensors<br><br>she noted that one of the Cutlasses was falling behind. Selecting that fighter the pilots data appearing after a moment as it was relayed form the liege, Walker, Bethany (Widow). She was expecting it to be a male pilot not a female; apparently in the the hasty relaunching of the fighters her craft must have been damaged in the earlier engagement.<br><br><strong>"Widow; can you maintain formation or do you need to recover to the Liege?"</strong> Kyrrazazovy asked even as her talon fighter's sensors began detecting a new group of signals form the massive ship...fighters.<br><br>Kyrrazazovy grinned as the alien ship began disgorging fighters, lots of fighters the Liege’s sensors reported over 50 and more were still being deployed. The telemetry on the fighter craft was peculiar thought the enemy fighters appeared to be fairly primitive, no match for any of the fighters that the Liege had, only the sheer number of the enemy fighter craft made them dangerous. The massive alien ship began focusing active sensors on the Liege and her fighters, targeting sensors. She knew what was coming even as the missile warnings joined the fighter-craft alerts on the Talons virtual display; things just got interesting...<br><br>The Liege signaled interceptor weapon launch as well as fusion weapon launch; the nuclear missile racing towards the enemy carrier as the smaller faster interceptors streaked at the torpedo like weapons the alien ship had launched at the Liege as it's opening salvo. The few torpedoes that actually managed to strike harmlessly impacted against the Liege's armored hull the dreadnaughts shields apparently&nbsp; absorbing the weapons fury with little effort. <br><br><strong>"All fighters brace for fusion warhead detonation shock wave and EMP." </strong> Kyrrazazovy announced over the fighters comm even as she watched a large number of the enemy fighters vectoring off to intercept the inbound nuke as the Humans referred to them. A few moments later the missile sharply changed course evading the intercepting fighter-craft the missile driving into the center of the swarming enemy fighters. The Talon's virtual display of the battle space showed the blinding white expanding sphere of the fusion destruction as a simple red ball&nbsp; that enveloped over twenty of the enemy fighter-craft in the blink of an eye. Kyrrazazovy Grinned before switching over to the fighter comm channel; <strong>“Red and Black squadron’s accelerate to attack speed and engage enemy quarry! Weapons are free!”</strong><br><br><strong>“Orange and Blue Squadrons, reform into defensive&nbsp; pairs at 10 Klicks from the Liege engage any enemy fighters or ordnance approaching the Liege"</strong> Kyrrazazovy called out over the comm net for the fighters defending the Liege.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 07:13:07</strong>
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				The Commander stepped onto the bridge and pulled his uniform into place. The main stairway he approached to get to the bridge had collapsed, at this point it wasn't a priority so the commander had to climb the steep accent. As he pulled his tunic down he noticed the bottom of his pants ripped. He had three pairs so he didn't mind to much. Stepping off he went to stand at the main information console and took in what was happening. The Fighter comm chatter on low, buzzing voices of pilots readying for the chaos of combat. He was surprised with the quantity of fighters the ship was able to output. His gears started to turn in his head. He stepped up to the captain "If their offensive capability were more geared around small craft, they may not be able to match with our own ship to ship weapons. Sir." It was to early to tell now, but it was a hunch. If it was true, then their bomber craft would pack a wallop and they'd have very good Small craft defense capability to balance it all out. Or this could be a really big Carrier and he was so wrong it would take a plasma torch and a team of Engineers to make him right. Either way he was doing his job and thinking, It was her decision on whether she would test his hunch. He hoped she did though.<br><br>Out of all the displays he was looking at, he knew the EW section was the one hardest at work. Confronting a new species, determining whether they had created electronic Defenses was a big point of first contact, and in battle could very quickly turn the tides. If they did it would be how strong their defenses were and if they were able to effect their systems enough to compromise their position. But it was complicated. Different programing methods, different ways of thinking, the team would have to think outside the box, and if they survived, study would be definite. Whatever happens today, that group would have a Huge project on their hands. The Commander was almost excited for the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 04:01:56</strong>
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				Bethany tugged awkwardly on the harness holding her firmly to her seat, trying in vain to adjust her seating. Whoever had formerly occupied this Cutlass was significally narrower at the hips than Bethany was, something she wasn't certain mattered but which irked her ever so slightly never the less, but the important result was she didn't quite fit into the seat naturally. It was bothering her, coupled with the never ending wail of an engine master alarm, this Cutlass made for a thoroughly unenjoyable ride into combat, and she wasn't even sure if the Cutlass would survive much heavy turning and evasive action, vaccum of space or no. It was a worthy fact to remember that all space superiority fighters were ultimately just tens of thousands of small parts all being held flimsily together, with the sole purpose of killing whoever sat in the pilots seat.<br><br>Her radio clicked. <em>"Widow; can you maintain formation or do you need to recover to the Liege?"</em> Bethany's jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed. As she reached up to respond, she heard a loud snap and then a muted, high pitched pop from directly behind her. Her eyes snapped to the holographic gages sitting in front of her, and she watched as the engine alarm went off, briefly, before she heard a sudden sputtering and the alarm started up again. She stared at the gages accusingly, her hand halfway to the manual transmit key on her radio, waiting for a few moments before keying her radio. <br><br>"<strong>Copy CAG, all systems up. Good to go</strong>" Bethany responded simply to the stranger who now called the shots, though she wasn't entirely sure who flew the craft she was forming up on, she followed orders well enough to go that far at least. Bethany had fallen in behind, to the left and above, one of the lead craft known as Talons, though she had never seen one, she knew the profile and silhouette well enough. Bethany knew her craft was in no condition to fight but franky, if it was in no condition to fight it likely wouldn't survive a landing either, so she was stuck here all the same, and if she was going to end up dead, better it be in combat than from boredom, waiting for recovery to snatch her out of the great vaccum of space, adrift in her disabled piece of shit Cutlass.<br><br>Bethany yanked the stick hard right, spinning before dancing upward, just as her systems alerted her to the appearance of enemy fighters, and a great number of them too. She grinned to herself, unsure who precisely the remaining flight group had sauntered out to meet, but deviously glad the opposition had responded in kind. Her radar then detected a nuclear weapon launch, and her eyes left the canopy to scan the radar display, watching the flashing missile on her screen inch towards the enemy. <em>"All fighters brace for fusion warhead detonation shock wave and EMP."</em><br><br>Bethany squinted her eyes closed and turned her head away, but the bright flash from detonation still flooded her cockpit with light, nearly blinding. She reopened her eyes to see the dying glimpse of the orange and white blast far off in the distance, and returning her eyes to the radar, she was happy to see many of the bandits were no longer appearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 14:12:32</strong>
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				The atonal shriek of the General Quarters sirens startled Harold as he was buried waist-deep in a malfunctioning power conduit, causing him to whack his head and provoke several seconds of polite conversation. When he got control of himself again, he dropped tools and sprinted for the pressure suit lockers while dragging his comlink out of a pocket, broadcasting to the entire EVA crew.<br><br>"All of you lilly-livered goat wankers get off the north arrays, get as far away from them as you can without breaking hull contact. Shelter behind the the south arrays, or just get around the turn of the hull so you're not in the backblast zone. You've got thirty seconds, then I'm throwing power to the thrusters and it's your own funeral if you get barbecued."<br><br>Switching lines to the bridge, he held the communicator one-handed while climbing into his suit with the other. "Captain, I'd appreciate a bit o' warning next time you throw this busted ship into a fight. Twenty-five seconds and you'll have a hundred gravities of acceleration to move and steer with. She'll maneuver like a drunken garbage scow on one-quarter power like that, but it's better than sitting dead in space as a stationary target."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 20:42:44</strong>
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				<strong>Understood Widow."</strong> Kyrrazazovy responded back to Bethany as she turned her attentions back to the approaching swarm of enemy fighter-craft.<br><br>The remaining enemy fighters had formed into four groups of 15 fighter-craft. Two of the enemy fighters groups were in staggered lines of five craft. One group following the other the remaining two groups had formed up into smaller triplet formations that had moved out in front of as well as above and below the two trailing groups giving the entire enemy fighter-craft formation the general shape of a twisted “Y”.<br><br>(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2010/118/3/4/Mercenary_Fighter_2_by_RAY8.jpg)<br><br>Given the formation the enemy fighter-craft had assumed it was clear that they were more focused on striking the Liege than engaging the Talons Sabers and Cutlasses. The enemy fighters were in an old style torpedo attack formation.<br><br><strong>“Red leader break and rake the upper lead enemy element reform and strike the lead torpedo-fighter group. They could be armed with anti-ship fusion or fission torpedoes; none are to reach the Liege!”</strong> Kyrrazazovy called out over the fighter comm channel.<br><br>Roger Wing commander. Red squadrons lead pilot responded to Kyrrazazovy. She bit her tongue as the Male pilot responded, for a moment she had forgotten that she was not with all Naz'Úlairi fighters and since the Humans seemed to think that Males could be fighter pilots she would have to tolerate them for the time being. <strong>“Black squadron we are raking the lower enemy formation strike and reform to engage the trailing torpedo-fighter group.”</strong> She continued even as her Talons all vectored towards the lower enemy formation the Saber and Cutlass wingmen following a moment later as the sleek deadly Naz'Úlairi fighter’s accelerated quicker than the older Sabers and Cutlass fighters.<br><br>The lead enemy formations began to vector towards the approaching Sabers of red Squadron and the mixed assortment of Talons Sabers and Cutlasses of Black squadron, the upper and lower groups of enemy fighters moved into two staggered lines of fighter craft. The Targeting alert icon appeared above the tiny enemy fighters in Kyrrazazovy virtual world. The combat computer indicated that the lockon signal was low power and they were probably still out side the effective range of a positive lock on. So she thought, whoever they were their technology seemed to be primitive compared to theirs; she grinned wolfishly sensing easy kills as she armed the remaining dozen mini-missiles her fighter was armed with, locking three each of the weapons on four of the enemy fighter-craft. Probably over kill, but the true abilities of her quarry were unknown so over kill was preferable to leaving wounded prey behind her and the rest of the squadron.<br><br><strong> All fighters select and mark targets. Weapons Free!</strong> she sent out to the fighters in her squadron a moment later a dozen high speed launched form her Talon; the missiles streaking out at almost right angles from her fighter before arcing sharply towards the enemy fighter craft. The other talons launched their ordnance at nearly the same time the sabers and Cutlasses a second later. The Enemy fighter-craft still hadn't fired even as the missiles swarmed towards them. several of the enemy craft broke formation to try and evade the inbound ordnance,&nbsp; others remained determinedly in formation as the missiles struck. The enemy formation seemed to vanish in place, greenish fireballs briefly marking the deaths of the alien fighter-craft, the few that had broken formation perished seconds later unable to evade or counter the far nimbler missiles that relentlessly hunted them. Red Squadron had almost as good success, killing eleven of the enemy fighters in their opening missile strike. Part of their formation separated to engage the surviving fighters while the others continued on towards the enemy torpedo-fighter formations.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Liege's Plight [Bridge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 04:26:30</strong>
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				Damen and the EVA crew had only been working on the north thruster for a few minutes when a few of the them noticed the flash of light form the nuke that was only partly visible from where they were working. "Just keep working if it was close enough to do us harm there would have been interference over the com system." Standing up Damen handed the chem-fuser to one of the other crew members. "Keep finish up here I am going to check on the other repairs." <br><br>When he got to the last repair team the com opened and he heard Harold's warning. "Everyone get into cover!" He looked around to make everyone was heading away from the engine before he turned off the magnetic boots and kicked off from the engine. He adjusted his body as he glided away form the engine.He knew he didn't have much time before the engines were activated so even though he was still not comfortable with how close he was to the engine he flipped himself over and engaged. the magnetic boots just as he hit an exhaust port. He moved around to the other side as quickly as possible. "Everyone behind cover?" A few seconds later he opened a channel to engineering. "Eva is in cover, a little more warning would be helpful next time Cheif." The man was nuts or just to drunk to care, maybe both but Damen didn't want to have to find out. "I want an inventory of what tools we have left. We might as well not waste anymore time."
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