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Post by Kruller » Sun Jun 05, 2005 10:44 pm

IC:


Nearly a hundred years ago, a nearly forgotten but titanic battle was fought over and on the forest moon of Endor between the Galactic Empire under the Emperor Palpatine and the Rebel Alliance.

Unbeknownst to all but a select few, a second battle was being fought aboard the second incarnation of the Death Star in the Emperor Palpatine’s throne room. A coup d’etat was taking place. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader fought against the Emperor and his most loyal guards. The father and son acting collectively were the most powerful force in the galaxy and defeated all who opposed their coup. After the battle, young Skywalker took the mantle of Darth Sunder, for the manner in which he defeated the Emperor.

Their coup was successful, however the Battle of Endor ended in a stalemate; the second death star was destroyed as well as a good portion of the fleets of the Alliance and the Empire. The Alliance ground forces managed to escape before their fleet withdrew from orbit.

Enraged at the result of the battle, Lords Vader and Sunder had the remainder of the Imperial fleet perform operation base delta zero on the forest moon, after the orbital bombardment left the system barren, the Imperial fleet withdrew to defend worlds still loyal to the Empire and regroup.

The consequences of their failure to defeat the Rebel Alliance at Endor would haunt the Sith lords for the remainder of their lives as a bitter and bloody civil war raged throughout the galaxy. Fierce battles would be fought on hundreds of worlds and dozens would be purged of all sentient life over the next decades. The number of dead was inconceivable.

However, Lord Vader did not live long enough to see more then the beginning of it, within the first decade of his reign he died from complications caused by his wounds at the hands of the Emperor Palpatine during the Battle of Endor.

Lord Sunder continued the war he and his father had started, and even sired an heir whom he began training as his apprentice. For the next decade Lord Sunder ruled the Empire until he was killed by a fanatical assassin named Mara Jade who claimed it was retribution for the death of Emperor Palpatine twenty years before. She was executed by order of Lord Sunder’s ten-year-old apprentice, Darth Auspex.

Darth Auspex was not blessed with the mastery of the lightsaber that his father and grandfather had. Instead, his talents lay in tactics, governing, subterfuge, and ironically enough, diplomacy. He also possessed the gift of foresight, which gave him an edge in nearly every aspect of his life. Under his charismatic leadership, the Empire crushed the unyielding elements of the Rebel Alliance and absorbed its remnants within twelve years.


Thirty years after the Battle of Endor, at the age of twenty-two Lord Auspex named himself Emperor of the First United Empire, and ended his predecessor’s policy of rule by fear. He ordered that all the instruments of fear created and utilized by his father and grandfather, such as the Death Star, be scraped.

He then began to rebuild the galaxy that had been ravaged for nearly a century by civil wars. He had his Imperial palace and all government buildings stripped of anything nonessential but of value and sold to fill the empty coffers of the treasury. Entire war fleets were scraped in order to build merchant vessels. The brightest scientific minds left were set to work on technologies designed to reseed life to barren worlds and terraform desolated ones so that they could support life once again. Probe droids once used to find hidden rebel bases were now used to find planets capable of supporting life so that displaced refugees would have a new home. Infrastructure was being rebuild at a furious pace.

The military of the First United Empire, which had tens of millions of battle-hardened personnel, was idle. Even on planets of no strategic value, thousands of veteran soldiers were stationed. Emperor Auspex was no fool, he understood the folly of using soldiers as standard law enforcement, but he also understood that one could not simply discharge millions of soldiers at once into the work pool of an already struggling economy.

He began utilizing the military in ways other then just defense of systems. He ordered that merchant ships should be grouped together in large convoys, which would be escorted by large military taskforces. He ordered that the remaining ships and personnel not necessary for defense of Imperial systems would be organized into smaller fleets and used to hunt down and eliminate organized criminal organizations such as those run by the Hutts, pirate groups, smugglers, and other operations.

If there was one thing Auspex understood most, it was economics. Over the next decades, he slowly reduced his active military forces by regularly discharging small percentages at a time. He also outlawed slavery, reduced taxes and enticed people to work harder and to educate themselves. He created new law enforcement, and government organizations, and strove to keep the citizens of the Empire, healthy, happy, and most importantly productive, and fertile.

Over the next fifty years the First United Empire was at peace, and it was prospering, technology was improving, and the population was increasing, industrial productivity moved at an almost unnatural pace. One of the most significant achievements of the Emperor was the uniting of the peoples of the galaxy, both human and alien, and getting them to work together as they never had before, not even during the Old Republic had the people of the galaxy be so united. Unity was pushed more then anything else. Prejudices remained of course, however for the most part they were far under the surface.

Most historians agree that Emperor Auspex was not a Sith, or even a dark Jedi, he never referred to himself as Darth Auspex, nor did his actions show any hint of the evil character consistent with the Sith or dark Jedi. However, they all agree that whatever he was, he was extremely powerful, as his unyielding will was all that kept the Empire together at first, and it was the driving force behind all the Empire’s efforts. His foresight saved both his life and the Empire on many occasions.

The common people of the galaxy were enthralled with him, and a small but surprising percentage of the galaxy’s people believed he was some sort of deity come to rescue the galaxy from the clutches of evil. He never supported this belief, nor did he publicly disavow it either. He seemed content to let the people believe whatever they wished as long as they continued to be productive.

Auspex seemed to be possessed by an urgency of some kind, he never confided in his advisors or people why he wanted things done, but he always stressed the imperativeness of his will and insisted on strict timetables.

Many of his advisors and military officials wondered why technology, which could only be used for war was being researched, and some of which was completely different from anything ever devised before. Intensive identification systems for the populace was implemented throughout the Empire. All intelligence agencies were to be on constant look out for anything unusual with travelers between worlds. Deep space early warning stations and sensor nets surrounded Imperial held space along with several rings of mines. The outer rim systems were garrisoned with the soldiers who did best in simulated combat, and fleets and defenses that seemed wasteful.

The further one moved towards the core worlds, the more defenses one would find, important systems were even defended with large mine fields along with battle stations. Most worlds were equipped with powerful planet wide shields and weapon systems based on the ground. Military equipment was regularly upgraded and refitted. Equipment thought long outdated was standard issue and all forces were required to be proficient with it. Quick response fleets were stationed throughout the galaxy ready to respond to any situation in the Empire at a moment’s notice. The technology being researched with the most fervor was designed to allow large fleets and armadas to move quickly through vast expanses of space. It seemed that trillions of credits were being wasted, and many questioned the wisdom of this.

Emperor Auspex spent more and more of his time locked away in his chambers meditating, even for days at a time with instructions for food to be left at the door, and orders that he was not to be disturbed. Tension was growing in the back of people’s minds. Many people throughout the Empire frequently had nightmares, some never woke up and had looks of horror on their faces, others had to be sedated and committed because they would not stop screaming. Every day people worked at a faster pace, not even knowing why, but knowing that there was a purpose behind the urgency that drove them…

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Post by Kruller » Mon Jun 06, 2005 10:45 pm

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At the end of the fifty-seventh year of the First United Empire, the Imperial Navy began encountering alien ships at the far edges of Imperial space. These ships were greatly varied in design, some seemed to be more biological then technological. Many of the alien ships were so badly damaged that they could barely make hyperspace velocities, much less fight any kind of battle.

The alien ships tried to enter Imperial space any way possible, even after repeated warnings by patrol vessels and other military craft. The aliens were intent on simply moving away from their origin then anything else. Some ships were disabled and captured by the Empire, only to be dissembled and analyzed at secret facilities. Their crews were whisked away and interrogated elsewhere they were never heard or seen again. Non-military communications between the outer rim systems and the core worlds was thoroughly screened before being transmitted.

Within three years, the frequency of contact and determination of the incoming alien ships would increase exponentially. The aliens were being plowed by the coming storm, but the forces of the Empire held their ground, but how long could they hold out against the coming onslaught...




***Wasserhaven V, Outer Rim Territories***

The headquarters of the Imperial Navy’s Ninth Sector Command was housed on the fifth moon of the gas giant Wasserhaven. If mining was not disrupted, the tibanna gas in the planet’s atmosphere could supply the Ninth Sector’s ships with fuel nearly indefinitely. Various ships patrolled the system thoroughly monitoring all traffic with intense scrutiny.


Senior Captain Dolan Fell was examining the latest reports from the outlying sensor stations in his office aboard his taskforce’s flagship. The Essex was a Mark VII Imperial-class star destroyer, while its outside appearance was no different then the original star destroyer; it was far more powerful, boasting shields, armor and firepower that rivaled even larger warships. The Mark VII was nearly thrice as fast as the original at sublight speeds, and was still faster at hyperspace. The implementation of state of the art computer technology reduced the crew compliment necessary to run the ship, allowing more room for troops or cargo depending on the mission parameters.

The twenty-six year old Captain shifted his gaze to a pair of paintings hung on the wall of his office. They depicted the final battle of the galactic civil war, from two contrasting points of view, one from the side of the Alliance, one from the side of the Empire. He favored paintings such as these because they gave life to a scene in a way that no hologram could; he could have called up the tactical holo record of the battle and watched it play out over his desk from the point of view of either side. Yet, it would be cold and dull, with no regard for the feelings of those involved. The paintings however, were rendered by survivors of that battle, each brush stroke they made added a bit of the emotion that they felt to the piece. The paintings could be discerned at a glance from the simple difference in brightness, the darker piece showed the hopelessness those of the Alliance felt at the time. While the brighter piece showed the relief of the Imperial commander that this was the final battle in which he would have to order his subordinates to their deaths. The paintings were a reminder to Dolan to not be limited by his own point of view.

An amusing thought came to him as he gazed at the paintings, those of the last Empire focused far to much on quantity over quality, instead of improving current weapons, they simply packed more and more onto a ship. They relied on thousands of cheap fighters to overwhelm the enemy while wasting their best pilots.

They had even resorted to using clones as wall fodder until Lord Auspex had commanded that all cloning facilities be destroyed, which meant that the clones still in service would simple be phased out, and as they were sterile, there would be no descendents to contaminate the gene pool.

It was rumored that the remaining clones, knowing nothing other then warfare had been given orders to defend some useless rock with no population where they would live out the rest of their lives, being supplied occasionally with food and what little recreational and other equipment they required.

He shook off the thought, he was not one to blindly believe rumors or hearsay. He finished looking over the current report and was about to examine one from another sensor grid when the comm on his desk chirped.

“Captain, Grand Admiral York just sent word that he wants you to enter the holo center and connect with command at once.”

“Inform the Grand Admiral that I will be there imminently.” Dolan said and cut off the comm. He rose and hurried out of his office and through the corridors to the holo center, one simply did not keep Grand Admirals waiting.

Dolan entered the large, circular room that was the holo center, the room was dark yet one could see that it was devoid of furnishings. He had no idea how the holo center worked technically, but as that is what technicians and the sort were for after all, he was only concerned with being able to operate it.

He quickly manipulated the controls on the wall to connect to the holo center of the Ninth Sector Command. After a moment, the room was suddenly very light, and images sprang to life all around him. The holo center of headquarters appeared, populated with other flag officers of the Ninth Sector in their holo centers. In the middle of the room the galaxy hovered, with the territory of the Empire highlighted in blue.

On the edge of the Ninth Sector, near the unknown regions, the planet Bakura was flashing blue along with a good portion of that grid of the Ninth Sector. Dolan stood at attention, waiting for the Grand Admiral to speak, he shifted his eyes to look around the holo center without turning his head. The officers were arrayed around the room in order of rank. Dolan looked around the room for any flag officers stationed in that grid, not one was present, which was strange because not even the Admiral in command of the grid was present, and Admirals basically lived in their holo centers during time of war. There must be some sort of technical difficulty.

The Grand Admiral looked around the room before beginning, “Now that all of you are present, we have a situation at Bakura…”

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Post by Kruller » Tue Jun 07, 2005 10:20 pm

“We lost communications contact with grid three, which encompasses Bakura, about fifteen minutes ago. High command relayed that we are on our own for now as several other sectors have reported lost contact with one or more of their grids, and that all contact with Seventh Sector has been lost. It appears that all the instances occurred simultaneously.”

Looks of disbelief were shared by the officers in the room, and a gnarled old vice-Admiral remarked that it was impossible.

“Impossible or not it has occurred, all sectors and all grids are now at full alert. We must ascertain the situation in grid three, and if there is a threat, we must either deal with it or contain it until reinforcements can be sent.” the Grand Admiral continued

“Commodores Nolan and Hardin, your taskforces are closest to grid three, head to the early warning sensor stations and retrieve any data you can gather, if you are engaged by the enemy, withdraw and make contact with command.”

“Admiral Winters, you are to head to Bakura and reinforce Admiral Blackmon, you will be supported by Captains Fell and Harris. We will hold the line there.”

“Good hunting, dismissed.”

Dolan made a quick salute and disconnected from the holo conference. The sudden change disoriented him for a moment, but he ignored the feeling, instead he contacted the bridge and ordered the duty officer to recall the patrol fighters and get Taskforce Halcyon on the fastest route to Bakura. Time was of the essence now…




***Bakura***



When Taskforce Halcyon arrived at Bakura the ships under Admiral Winters and Captain Harris had already engaged in combat with the enemy. The burning hulks of the system’s battle stations and defense fleet littered the space around the planet.

“So much for early warning sensors.” someone in the crew pit muttered.

Dolan watched from the bridge of the Essex as turbolaser fire crisscrossed between the gray Imperial ships and several large dagger shaped black ships that looked eerily familiar.

“We cannot establish a commlink with either Captain Harris or Admiral Winters, some kind of jamming is in place. It looks like short tight beam transmissions are the only way to cut through the jamming and we are out of range of everyone but our own taskforce.” the comm officer reported.

“Looks like we’ll just have to take the initiative then, lets hit the enemy hard in the flank.” Dolan ordered

“Sir, our sensors are having trouble getting an accurate fix on the enemy ships, we’ll have to engage them at near point blank range.”

“Then that’s what will do, order all ships to close on the enemy, and kick the frell out of them,” Dolan said trying to sound eager and confident, but in reality he was scared out of his mind. The enemy ships were few, but they were larger and appeared to have picked Bakura’s defenses apart with little effort even though they were outnumbered and should have been obliterated long before they came this deep into Imperial territory.

A bad feeling had worked its way into Dolan’s gut, and he couldn’t push away the wave of hopelessness that had washed over him since the moment they arrived in the system, he glanced around the bridge and saw the expressions on the crew’s faces, it appeared he wasn’t the only one trying to keep focused. He felt as if he should know what the enemy ships were, they were familiar, yet somehow wrong, like this entire situation, something was terribly wrong. Dolan just hoped to survive long enough to figure out what...

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Post by Kruller » Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:37 pm

The main transparasteel viewports darkened visibly as an enemy fighter exploded a mere twenty meters from the command tower.

Dolan stood silent, motionlessly observing the battle underway. He heard his first officer swear and shout, “Tactical, tighten up those bloody point lasers! I don’t want anything coming within a hundred meters of the bridge!” the order was acknowledged, but the crew was already doing all that they could.

Dolan glanced at the chronometer located on the bulkhead next to the viewport. Less then half an hour had passed since his forces had engaged the enemy dagger ships, but it had felt like hours. Sweat drenched the undergarments of his uniform, he was directing the battle to the best of his ability but with the enemy’s obvious advantages and the fact that he could not coordinate strikes with the other Imperial forces in the system, it was becoming a matter of slugging power.

The three black dagger shaped enemy ships had oriented themselves to create a triangle, with each point concentrating on one of the three Imperial forces. Even contending with just one of the ships was proving difficult but Dolan had ordered his forces to stand their ground and fight it out at point blank range which seemed to be the only range which they could get an accurate fix on the enemy ships.

Dolan looked at the enemy ship that his task force was engaging; its once pristine surface was now pockmarked by lasers that had penetrated its shields, small clusters of lights would wink out after a turbolaser barrage only to come back when backup power kicked on. This did not say much as Dolan’s capital ships were fairing about the same.

His shielded TIE starfighters were not fairing as well, and were having a tougher time holding their ground against the enemy starfighters. The enemy starfighters had the same basic design as the enemy capital ships, but were roughly about the same size as an A-wing fighter, their speed, accompanied with the difficulty to detect them on sensors made them a dangerous foe.

Dolan watched as a flight of Assault gunboats made their strafing run on the enemy ship. Bakura’s sun lay behind the enemy ship, and as the gunboats made their run, the top fin of the lead fighter blocked Dolan’s sight of most of the star for a moment, all, but a long flare at the star’s northern poll.

Something struck him as odd about the unusual length of the flare, but he brushed aside the thought and turned his concentration back to the battle. A few moments later something else blocked the light from the star for a moment, yet the unusually long flare was still visible. Dolan recalled something from his early days at the Imperial Naval Academy, something he had learned in a history class oddly enough.

Dolan spun quickly on his heels, and marched towards the sensor station, his first officer in tow, the young lieutenant operating the station looked up when suddenly Dolan appeared at her station and inquired, “Lieutenant, Are our visual scopes functioning?”

The surprised woman stammered, “Uh…Yes sir, they don’t appear to be affected, but...”

Dolan cut her off with a hand and said, “Direct one to view this system’s star, and bring it up on the screen.”

“Sir, I don’t believe this is the time to brush up on your astronomy!” Dolan’s first officer hissed

Dolan ignored him, but tapped his finger on the screen at the top of the long tapered flare at the star’s northern poll. The screen magnified and Dolan once again tapped it at the top of the flare. A speck appeared at the top of the flare, Dolan magnified it until another black capital sized ship was visible, this one was same rough shape as the others, however, it appeared to be about the size of an Imperial Interdictor cruiser.

Its hull was twisted and stretched with large protrusions that looked like bubbles, four more protrusions were thrust down from the bottom of the ship, and formed a point at which the point of the flare met with the ship.

Dolan heard his first officer’s sudden intake of breath; the man had stuck his foot in his mouth, and was about to say something. Dolan said, “Later…I want a full wing of assault gunboats, and escorts rearmed and dispatched to destroy that ship.”

The officer simply nodded and carried out his order. Dolan turned his attention back to the ship his force was fighting. He felt more hope then he had since they arrived, yet the despair still nagged at the back of his mind.

Dolan watched as the enemy ship dished out as good as it got, Dolan knew the only reason the Essex had lasted this long was that the enemy ship was also engaging the six other ships that made up Task Force Halcyon.

The enemy ship’s shields failed, but it kept on fighting, ion energy coursed through the ship, yet it continued to fight. Dolan looked at the status of his force, the trio of powerful Star Destroyers that formed the core of his force had taken the brunt of the onslaught, and their shields were buckling. However, the quartet of frigates with the force was also taking a beating.

A salvo of torpedoes impacted the command tower of the enemy ship, and it visibly shuddered, long jets of flame jutted out of the commando tower. The ship stopped firing momentarily, however Dolan’s ships did not, but continued to pour turbolaser fire into the ship’s superstructure. The ship took heavy fire, laser hits boiled away hull plating and
missile hits left burning craters in its hull. Sporadic fire continued to sputter from its batteries. However, every battery that fired was hit with concentrated fire from the Imperial ships in response. Soon the ship stopped firing, its circuits had either been fried by ion energy or burned away by the lasers. It was out of the fight.

Dolan was about to break up his task force to attack the remaining enemy ships when suddenly the despair and hopelessness that had threatened to drown him disappeared, his crew visibly straightened, and a wave of hope seemed wash over the crew. The crew’s will to fight was strengthened so much that it seemed as if they awoke from some kind of slumber. The enemy seemed to lose much of its ferocity at the same time.

“Sir, the jamming is gone! Assault gunboats report that the target is disabled and falling into the star!” the comm officer reported franticly.

“Excellent, recall them, contact Admiral Winters and report status.” Dolan ordered, he watched as the ships under Admiral Winters and Captain Harris finished off the ships they were engaging and moved to mop up the enemy starfighters.

“Captain, I’m patching the Admiral through the ship’s speakers as per his orders” the comm officer reported

Dolan merely nodded as the Admiral’s voice came across the bridge speakers.

“The system is ours!” which elected a cheer from the crews of all the Imperial ships. “However, there is still much work to be done and I doubt we have seen the last of this enemy.”

Dolan looked at the disabled enemy ships and had the sinking feeling that the Admiral’s words would prove to be prophetic…

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Post by Kruller » Sun Jul 03, 2005 7:30 pm

***Wasserhaven V, Outer Rim Territories***

Dolan fumed as he read the report, despite initial successes against the enemy, the war was not going well. It had proven difficult, but not impossible to defeat the enemy in space.

However, it seemed that once the enemy soldiers hit the dirt that the Imperial ground forces were routed. The enemy troopers simply swarmed the Imperials with vast numbers of soldiers equipped with an advanced form of powered armor, not dissimilar to that created by the Dark Trooper project. The Empire simply could not transport enough soldiers fast enough to the planets under siege. Once the enemy captured a world they would usually pillage it and destroy anything of military value, more often they would bombard it until the surface was uninhabitable.

Dolan had first witnessed the enemy performing an orbital bombardment at Bakura when two enemy fleets had arrived in system, one engaged Imperial forces while the other glassed the planet without bothering to retrieve its own ground troops. After the planet had been glassed the enemy simply disengaged and withdrew. It was at that time that Dolan realized how truly evil the enemy was, their commanders had no regard for their own subordinate’s lives, yet the soldiers were so fanatical that they would fight to the very last man.

The door to his office slid open, Dolan stood up and watched as two stormtroopers stepped through and visually swept the room. It was not customary nor polite for anyone to enter the office of a ship’s commanding officer without first asking his permission, no matter who the personage was.

The stormtroopers stepped aside and three figures stepped pass, the stormtroopers exited allowing the door to close behind them. Dolan instantly came to attention when he saw the lead figure was none other then Grand Admiral York himself.

“As you were Captain.” The grand admiral ordered as the others lined up on either side of him. “I apologize for not informing you of our arrival; however, it is imperative that no one outside this ship knows that we are here, our mission’s secrecy is of the utmost importance.”

“Sir, I am at your disposal.”

“I know you are son, your record in both simulated and actual combat speaks for itself, as well as the opinions of your superiors. The run a tight ship and your actions during the siege of Bakura show that you are both resourceful and observant. Perhaps more important then that is your charisma and ability to keep your mouth shut and follow orders even when it will cost you personally. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you about the incident aboard the Clairvoyance.”

Dolan didn’t make an outward sign of the lump that suddenly rose in his throat. He said nothing and remained motionless as the Grand Admiral continued with a sly grin.

“Imperial Intelligence took a liking to you after that, and has kept an eye on your career, I’m sure they coerced a few of your superiors out of blackballing you for your lack of brown nosing.”

“Now that you’ve heard why you were chosen for this mission, allow me to tell you what the mission is about.”

“We are slowly losing this war, we simply cannot transport men and materials fast enough between worlds, the enemy’s ships are just faster in hyperspace, it’s a fact. One of our research divisions discovered something that may help, a wormhole to a far away galaxy, some recon probes and even a few intelligence agents have been sent through and all reports indicate that there is technology that could be useful to us in this war. They have a means to transport people and material instantly from one planet to another among other things.”

“Your mission is to take the Essex and retrieve useful technology and bring it back by any means necessary, preferably the plans to the technology but the items themselves if nothing else. The rest of Task Force Halcyon has been resigned, unfortunately the Essex will be on its own as we can’t spare the other ships.”

“You will be given a more in depth briefing by Major Keening here, he will be your advisor and will be the operation’s executive officer. He is also the only one here who knows the location of the wormhole.” the Grand Admiral said gesturing to a young man on his right dressed in the black uniform of Imperial Intelligence.

“You will have full command of the operation, but I’d suggest you listen to the input of my companions here.”

The Grand Admiral gestured to the other uniformed officer on his left, an attractive woman wearing the crimson uniform of the Navy’s scientific division, “This is Lieutenant Hanna Angelone, she has familiarized herself with the limited amount of technology that our operatives have brought back and reported on, she will be your technical advisor.”

“Good luck Captain, I need to take my leave now. If you need anything, the ships guarding the wormhole have just about anything you could need, and if not they can get it for you. They’ve been ordered to provide you with what you need, so just ask.” the Grand Admiral said, he returned Dolan’s salute and then left.

Once he had done so one of the hooded figures said, “May I have a word in private with you Captain?”

“Certainly. Major, once the Grand Admiral has left the ship, will you please inform navigation of our destination, and inform my first officer of my wish to be underway as soon as possible. Then return here, I want to be briefed on the situation. Lieutenant, speak with the quartermaster, he’ll find you a bunk with the junior officers. You are both dismissed.” Dolan returned the salutes of the two officers and waited until they had left before turning his attention to his reports, he’d finish and send off those he could before the Essex departed. His interest was piqued at the opportunity to travel to another galaxy, but he also realized that it was only because of dire circumstances…

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Post by Kruller » Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:16 am

***PX-1496, Milky Way Galaxy***

Major Tomas Coker could not believe that he and his team, SG-12, had been captured by the Gould who called himself Oriolus. His Jaffa had got the jump on SG-12 and captured them using one of their blasted stun grenades. Now he could not even talk to his teammates, the four men had been separated and placed in different cells.

Unlike most of the Gould, Oriolus appeared to prefer his Jaffa using stealth to blunt force, it made sense as Oriolus was some minor Gould, not affiliated with the system lords. Most of his Jaffa were dressed like ninjas rather then their traditional armor, they carried zat guns and carried katana swords those who appeared to be of lower rank or perhaps a different class were dressed in the traditional Jaffa armor.

Tomas heard the sound of Gould death gliders and moved to look out the small window in the cell, he was surprised there was even that much. As he looked out the widow he saw six death gliders scream overhead in the distance he heard a different pitch of scream and watched as two craft of a type he had never before seen swoop down with incredible speed laser weapons blazing, destroying four of the death gliders as they passed by. The unknown fighters passed by ignoring the remaining fighters.

Tomas thought that these new fighters must be fools, as turning your back to your enemy was stupid. The death gliders turned to fire only to be shot down by a larger tri winged shuttle sized craft that dropped out of the clouds with two more of its kind moments later. It had twin cannons on either side of its center cockpit, the fire from the laser cannons cut the death gliders in half.

Ground fire from numerous Jaffa cannons rose up to meet the incoming enemies, several shots met their targets, only to be absorbed by invisible shields which both fighters and the trio of shuttle craft seemed to be equipped with. The fighters rained down destruction with impunity while the shuttles landed and disgorged white clad armored soldiers. The soldiers, covered by the cannons on the shuttles and the fighters in the air proceeded unabated up the embankment towards Oriolus’s palace. The fired as they moved and seemed impervious to small arms fire, a few soldiers were killed when hit by the Jaffa cannons, however not many as every time a cannon fired, that cannon emplacement was destroyed.

Soon the shuttles took off to provide further support and Tomas’s field of vision from the tiny window emptied of anything of interest. A few bodies were scattered about on the ground and he could see fires in the distance, but the sounds of fighting that grew progressively nearer were of more interest to him.

When the white clad soldiers came they killed the Jaffa, then started systematically shooting the prisoners with blue rays which caused them to fall to the ground. The soldiers then entered the cells and cuffed the prisoners who must have been stunned, they then removed the prisoners from their cells and began preparing them for transport. Tomas felt more helpless then he ever had in his life, and when they reached his cell he was could not help but feel despair as he was about to be captured by some unknown force that could be capable of anything, and appeared to be much stronger then the Gould.

When the soldier fired and the stun waves overcame Tomas, the last thing he thought was that this day was really starting to suck.

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Post by Kruller » Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:05 am

“Are you a friend of the Gould?”

Major Coker continued giving the interviewer his blank stare. He was not sure how long the interview had been going on for sure, but it was several hours at the least. He did not know how the man interviewing him had kept the same stoic expression after asking a multitude of questions without being answered once.

The interviewer had never let his eyes stray from Coker’s face, even when food had been brought. Coker’s food still remained cold on the table. He had tried not to look at it, but his belly ached for the food and he glanced at it without intending to do so.

The interviewer saw him slip and said reassuringly. “The food is fine, if we wanted to drug or poison you we would simply do so, however that’s not how we treat guests aboard the Essex.”

Coker was frustrated and decided to take out his frustration, and he was not cuffed or restrained. His hands shot forward across the small table and grabbed the interviewer by his tight black collar, he pulled the man out of his seat and half way across the table so that his face hovered mere centimeters from his own. The man showed no fear, and kept the stoic expression he had worn since entering the room several hours before. Coker noticed that the guards in the room had not moved from their positions, and remained locked in place as if they were statues. He heard no call of alarm, and as he looked into the eyes of his interviewer, he saw a quiet confidence of a man hardened by training and tempered by battle. He saw deep in the man’s eyes a sense of amusement. It was as if it were all a game to him.

Coker breathed deep in the man’s face, never loosening his grasp and stated, “If I’m a guest, then I suppose I’ve outstayed my welcome. Why don’t you show me the exit.”

The man allowed himself a slight smile and in a friendly tone replied, “Not at all, but if you really must go, I should warn you that the door to leave is not one you will wish to take at this juncture.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Coker replied cynically.

“I wish all it took was determination, however unless you packed a space suit in your back pocket it will be a painfully short trip out the airlock.” The man’s eyes narrowed and he said somberly, “And I would hate for that to happen after we have developed this intimate relationship.”

“Rest assured, you are not a prisoner, if you were such we would have simply interrogated you and retrieved the knowledge we wished, many hours ago. But anyways, this position is getting uncomfortable.” The man simply pulled out of Tom’s grasp and straightened his collar. “I shall return shortly when you have ample time to ponder your situation…and our hospitality thus far.”

The man walked out of the room, leaving the two door guards in their statuesque poses.

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Post by Kruller » Wed Jan 11, 2006 1:36 pm

While Coker waited to be interviewed, again he had ample time to examine his surroundings. The room was incredibly Spartan, but just from it one could tell its design was alien, even to the Goa’uld. The soldiers were definitely alien. Coker had come to the conclusion that this was not some Goa’uld trick, not like they would resort to this anyways, it is more likely they would just try to torture the information out of him. They were definitely different. The door to the room slid open and a man dressed in a black uniform Coker had not seen before entered, he carried himself like someone who was getting what he wanted.

He approached the table, but did not sit down. “Good evening, I am Major Marcus Keening, Imperial Intelligence. I am the executive officer of this operation. My immediate superior, Captain Fell has chosen to deal more diplomatically with you and your men then with our Goa’uld and Jaffa prisoners.”

The man paused as he turned away slightly and sighed, then turned back and continued. “I disagree, but as he is the commander of this operation I will follow whatever orders he gives me.” The man leaned across the table and said quietly, “So, if I were you, I would stay on his good side and be cooperative.”

He pulled back and said, “Gorrath said you weren’t very talkative, not even your name. Simply put, I don’t have Gorrath’s patience. Nor do we have the time, considering you won’t even be so neighborly as to give up your name, why should we tell you why we want to get to know you. I mean we could just throw you and your men out the airlock and there wouldn’t be a being on this ship who would be the least be sorry.”

The man paced back and forth a few steps while he spoke, “You’ve seen first hand what Captain Jadot’s men can do, that’s just with a pair of TIEs and trio of Lambda shuttles, and a few squads of soldiers, this ship has dozens of shuttles, Plus six dozen of our TIE craft onboard. And we have an entire division of stormtroopers,” He paused and pointed at the two white armored door guards, and said, “Imagine ten thousand of them.”

“Our weapons are so powerful then in a matter of hours our gunners can burn away the atmosphere of any planet and render in uninhabitable. And that’s just this ship, in our home galaxy we have thousands of ship this size, and many larger and more powerful.”

The man spoke with a certain fervor, his words were filled with pride, if the Imperial Navy wanted to conquer your galaxy nothing would stand in our way, and we wouldn’t need any allies either.”

He slammed his fist on the table for emphasis, “The point is, we don’t care about your petty galaxy, once we have got what we’ve come for we will leave you to do what you wish, our interests are elsewhere. However, we will help those who help us while we’re here, let me put this simply. Those who assist us will prosper, and those who get in our will no longer exist.”

He pulled back and turned around. “Frankly, I doubt you have the authority to condemn your people, or even to say that they will help, that is not what we want, we want to get into diplomatic contact with your people. But before that we want find out more about you, and let you find out more about us. So, since I’ve already talked for a while, why don’t you loosen your tongue and tell us your name. Feel free to ask questions.” With that said he took his seat opposite of Coker.

Coker didn’t like it one bit, but the man’s intentions seemed honest, and from what Coker had seen, what he said was entirely possible. He decided that saying nothing was no longer the best course of action. “My name is Major Tomas Coker of the United States Airforce. I want to see my men.”

“Not a problem, they’ve not been cooperative either, I’m guessing under your orders. They’re good soldiers, and we’ve treated them well.” Keening snapped his fingers at one of the guards who responded to the gesture with a crisp salute before leaving the room.

“Your men are being brought to this room, we can have a group talk when they arrive, I’m sure you have many questions, but so do we. If you’ll excuse me for a moment” Keening said, and got up and left the room for a moment.


***

“Are you sure these people will be helpful to us?” Keening asked looking at Captain Fell doubtfully.

“One way or another they will be. Once you’ve put through our offer, shuttle them down to the planet and release them near the stargate. Make sure our recon teams are in position to get the gate address. The situation is becoming more….difficult…our orders have been added to. I’ll brief you on that later, but for now make sure that when they are shuttled down to the surface they get a good look at the Essex I don’t want any doubts in their mind about our power.” Fell said, pausing to run his hands through his hair.

“Make sure the recon droid is in a secure place where it will not be discovered, if they do not come to the meeting place, we will go to them and demonstrate our power.”

Keening nodded, and asked, “What word from Lieutenant Jadot?”

“His command crews are still working on basic operations of the captured Ha’taks. We are making progress, but not as much as we would like.”

Keening nodded, and Dolan could tell he was worried about the addition to their orders. Dolan was worried too, but neither man said anything.

When one reached a certain rank and was on detached assignment such as this, one was allowed a certain leeway in most matters; however, Dolan felt uneasy, and had felt so since receiving the assignment. It had come down from the Emperor himself, and Dolan had been granted broad authority of action. He had even been granted one of the rare and famed squadrons of TIE Defenders, Dragon Squadron. Those squadrons were assigned to the Flagships of Grand Admirals, and Dragon Squadron had been famed as one of the best of them.

What really made Dolan uneasy is that he was not supposed to make regular status reports, he was to keep a ship at the intergalactic wormhole, which would receive messages via probe capsule, but when the capsules were returned, no status reports were to be inside.

As an officer, Dolan was used to taking orders from those who knew what was really going on, and now that he had been basically put off on his own, and no one really knew what was going on, it worried him. But only time would tell, and until then, he would carry out orders in this galaxy, and do his best.


***

Coker dialed Earth’s address, after being dropped off by the Imperial shuttle he had dialed the address of a world SG-12 had done a recon mission on the week before, only to find it was uninhabited. Just in case anyone was watching after they had been dropped off.

Their gear had been returned to them, and it was a good thing, because Coker didn’t feel like going splickity splat all over the iris. He sent his IDC code, then after a minute his other team members through first, then he stepped through.

Into the gate room of the SGC, and into the sights of every soldier in the room, apparently another SGC team had just returned from a mission as there was a MALP the room along with its accompanying SG team, whose number Coker forgot at just that moment as they had their guns pointed at him…

OOC: If ever there was an opening….

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Post by Topgun220 » Wed Jan 11, 2006 3:55 pm

Lieutenant colonel Dominick Manetti raised his P90 to at the travelers but lowered it once he recognized them as SG-12. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was dark and he could immediately be identified as an italian. His facial hair had not been shaved in a week. He was donned in green camo and a black utility vest. In his sidearm holster he had a silver .45 cal M-1911 with a wooden grip that was given to him by his father.

"SG-12 how in the hell did you guys get here. We just searched PX-1496 for you guys but all we saw was some wasted jaffa and some other wierd stuff. Its good to see you guys though. The General is going to debrief my team and I assume he wants you guys there as well."
Dom extended his hand toward the leader of the team.
"Don't belive we've met before. I'm Lieutenant Colonel Dominick Manetti of SG-3, but you can call me Dom."

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Post by Kruller » Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:03 am

OOC: I decided to jump ahead a slight bit.

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***Earth, North American Continent, Stargate Command***


The briefing room was silent and dark, the occupants including three SG teams, General Gerald Young, commander of the SGC, and Roger Voehl, a diplomat from the State Department.

General Young stood in front of the projection screen, as he spoke “As you all have been on missions I need to bring you up to speed on the situation at hand. Mr. Voehl has been acting as our diplomat to the people who call themselves Imperials. Our negations have proceeded far, but they are pushing for an alliance that we are not sure we should agree to. Mr. Voehl has convinced them that we need a demonstration of their military prowess in an attempt to stall them for time. They have agreed, and with the assistance of the Tok’Ra, we have selected a target.”

General stepped away from the projector screen and removed a remote from his pocket, he started a slide show which first showed photos from some distance of space docks and then ground based shipyards. In the space docks were Ha’taks, and there appeared to be three different lines of ground based shipyards, one for death gliders, one for Al’kesh ships, and one for Ha’tak vessels.

General Young spoke, “This planet has been designated P3X-502, and it is a major Goa’uld world controlled by the System Lord Amon. As you can see it functions as both a production site, and a dry dock for damaged ships. This is a secret world, but it is still heavily guarded, the stargate has a shield device, similar to our iris, in place, which we will have to destroy before sending forces through the stargate. And the shipyard complex also has powerful shield generators in place which we must destroy from the ground. Which will be simple, once we get past the fifteen or so Ha’taks in orbit. And any more that they can get out of those dry docks.”

“The Imperials have already been sent a copy of the plan, they have agreed, but it is going to have to be a joint strike mission, the Prometheus will be involved in the space strike along with their starship Essex and three captured Ha’taks. There will be two joint ground strike forces, one being transported down via Goa’uld rings aboard the Prometheus, and another waiting in this base for us to secure the stargate. The planet will be extremely well defended, and Goa’uld reinforcements will be sent but it is believed that we can pull it off, and if we do it will weaken the Goa’uld more we could ever hope. Are there any questions?”

“Is this mission insane?” Major Coker asked

“Yes. Any other questions?” General Young asked

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Post by Topgun220 » Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:36 am

Dom was content listening to the radical plan of goin up against a small floatilla with a handful of ships and didnt say anything. But he did have a question.

"Sir....when do we leave?" a broad smile crossed his face. He began to think of this new race, the Imperials. To him they didnt seem to powerful. He had personally inspected the damage onPX-1496 and it didnt look so bad. But he did know the Goa'uld technology was still far behind the Imperials technology.

"Sir i also have one more question before we embark. Is it possible that we could take a tour of their starship after the battle. Obviously their technology is superior to the Goa'uld so maybe they could do a little show and tell?"
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Post by Kruller » Mon Jan 16, 2006 10:59 am

“SG teams three and twelve will leave immediately through the stargate. There is an undesignated planet near P3X-502, there you will board an Imperial transport from the Essex, which will take you to the rendevouz point with the Prometheus, from there the Prometheus will jump to P3X-502 ring the strike team down to the surface, and then engage the Goa’uld defenses with the Imperials.” General Young paused to let the information sink in before continuing.

“Once the strike team is on the surface they will be on their own, as our intelligence is limited. One element must take and hold the stargate as the Goa’uld will send for reinforcements, while the other searches the complex for the power generators that power the shields protecting the stargate and the complex. The second element must destroy or disable the power generators so that our strike team from Earth can get through the gate. Meanwhile the Imperials will be landing assault troops which will link up and assist both elements.”

“The Imperials have insisted that as they are providing the majority of the fire and manpower that they take operational command once the first phase is complete. We have agreed, but if for some reason the mission goes too far south, ditch the Imperials and head for the ring platform, the Prometheus will pick you up.”

“Lieutenant Colonel Manetti, as ranking officer in the operation, you have the choice of which element you wish to lead during the first phase. Do you wish to lead the first element taking and holding the stargate, or would you rather lead the second element taking down the power generators?”

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Post by Topgun220 » Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:43 am

Dom thought which mission would be the harder one, tossing it to and fro in his mind. He couldnt decide which was the harder and gave up. He figured taking out the power generators would better suit his team as they were skilled in...demolition.
"We'll get the generator, i still dont like the whole Imperials are in charge thing. But as long as they hold their end of the bargain i've got no quarrel with them. Permisson to gear up, sir."
Dom said standing up saluting.
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Post by Kruller » Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:53 pm

“Permission granted. Be in the gate room in fifteen minutes. Good luck and good hunting all. Come back alive.” General Young said, as he turned the lights on. He then moved over to Dom and said, “Colonel, to address your question regarding the tour, you’ll have to take that up with the Imperials, but if you do get one, I’m sure the NID would love to hear some first hand knowledge of what they have. Good luck with it, but the Imperials have been less then forthcoming so far.” General Young gave Dom a hearty pat on the back, and headed for his office.

Major Coker said to Dom, “I’ll see you in fifteen Colonel, my team will follow you through the gate.”

Coker snapped off a crisp salute, then headed to the ready room, where his team’s gear was stored, he was worried about his end of the mission, he had plenty of confidence in his team members and even his own skills, and he had no doubt in the skills or technology of the Imperials. Though he did worry about them having his back, he did not know if he could trust them or not. Only time would tell there, but it still made him uneasy, they openly expressed that they had their own interests to look out for and would crush any who stood in their way. Coker just wanted to be ready in any case.

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Post by Topgun220 » Wed Jan 18, 2006 4:17 am

After quickly getting his gear with the rest of his team which included. C-4, grenades, claymores, extra ammo for his P-90 and for his M-1911. He moved to the gate room opened the blast doors and moved inside. He waited on the ramp for coker and his team which would arrive soon. The gate began to turn slowly behind him begining the dialing sequence.
"Alright guys just watch your back and as far as im concerned watch the imperials too. I dont trust them at the least." His team nodded in response.
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Post by Kruller » Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:03 pm

***Rendezvous point, somewhere near P3X-502***

Captain Fell sat in his office and stared coldly at the most recent communiqué received from his own galaxy, he handed it to Major Keening, who read it over with the same coldness, then swore quietly in a language Fell had never heard spoken. He returned the communiqué, and Fell erased the contents of the datacard.

Fell rubbed his jaw with his left hand, “This isn’t getting any better.”

“I don’t like the orders any more then you do, what are your plans?” Keening asked

Fell swiveled his char so he could look out his office’s lone viewport, “How many men have we devoted to this joint strike operation?”

“Just 8th Company,” Major Keening replied nonchalantly

“What’s the status of 2nd Regiment?” Fell asked without turning

“Colonel Jones has them at the ready.” Major Keening said, “What do you have in mind?”

“I want 2nd Regiment ready for ground assault, prep assault walkers and landing barges. I want assault transports on the way to secure those space facilities as well. Why destroy when you can conquer. The Earth people don’t have enough firepower to destroy the facilities on their own, we do, but why should we, we can use them to make our own ships in this galaxy.” Fell said

“They’re not going to like it much,” Keening said

“We’ll figure something out to please them, but we must look out for ourselves, and you know that more then anyone.” Fell said, and Keening nodded just as his comm chirped.

Keening answered the call from the bridge, and responded. Fell overhead the conversation and both men said, “They’re here.”


***In orbit of P3X-502***

Sixteen Ha’tak class vessels sat in orbit around the planet, three more exited hyperspace.

The Ha’taks moved toward the newcomers who were out of weapon range, they sent a flurry of hails towards the newcomers, but received no response. The Ha’taks that were moving out of orbit began powering their weapon arrays but the newcomers held their position, and kept their weapon arrays powered down.

A few moments after the Ha’taks moved out of orbit towards the newcomers the Earth vessel Prometheus exited hyperspace between the Ha’taks and the planet, it moved at full speed into range of the planet’s rings.

The newcomer Ha’taks powered up their weapon arrays as the Goa’uld Ha’taks advanced on their position. Several of the Goa’uld Ha’taks changed course to intercept the Prometheus, just then, the Essex exited hyperspace between the Prometheus and the Goa’uld Ha’taks. The Essex began disgorging starfighters and other craft from its bays as its powerful turbolasers opened fire on the Goa’uld Ha’taks using their superior range to their advantage.

Death Gliders began swarming out of the bays of the Ha’taks, and rising from the planet to intercept the enemy ships, they were accompanied by Goa’uld Al’kesh class vessels.

It was at this time that the Prometheus entered the range of the planet’s ring system…

***Aboard the Prometheus***

“We’ll ring down first and clear the room,” said the mechanical voice of the helmeted stormtrooper sergeant.

“Alright Sergeant Major,” Major Coker replied, the Sergeant Major and the two squads under his command were attached to Coker’s element as it had been decided that the demolition team lead by Colonel Manetti would have better luck searching the complex on their own.

The stormtroopers were ringed down four at a time, it took a few transports to get all twenty-four of the men down.

“We’ll go next and see if we can’t cause enough of a diversion to keep the brunt of them off your back, you might catch a few stragglers though” Coker paused as he saluted Colonel Manetti, and finished with, “Good hunting sir, if we both make it out of this I’ll buy a round of drinks back home.”

Coker and his team stepped into the circle and ringed down to the planet, weapons at the ready.

***Goa’uld shipyard complex, P3X-502***

Coker and his team mates had to step over the dead bodies of Jaffa, the stormtroopers had already cleared the surrounding rooms and the hallway when they arrived.

“Lets be noisy and see if we can’t draw the Jaffa off.” Coker suggested to the Sergeant Major.

“Aye aye sir,” the mechanical voice responded and relayed the orders to his troops.

Coker and his team headed off down the hall with the stormtroopers in tow, it made him uneasy that they could talk between themselves over their helmet comms without being heard by Coker or his team, but he knew he had no choice but to deal with it.

As they moved through the complex looking for a path to the surface, they made quite a raucous, the stormtroopers weapons proved effective. Coker had only been in a few Goa’uld buildings, but this complex followed the same style if on a grander scale.

The walls were now pocked with bullet holes, blaster marks, and holes from Jaffa staff blasts. The smell of ozone, gunpowder, and burnt flesh filled the air.

Coker hoped that they made enough noise to keep the Jaffa off SG-3’s back…


OOC: There ya go, keep in mind it should take a while for your team to find the power generators. Its pretty much like most of the Goa'uld complex you see in the show.

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Dom returned Coker's salute then watched the rings teleport him to the surface. He stepped into the rings with the rest of his team and watched them come up and he teleported down into the complex. After quickly establishing a perimeter he pulled out a small pocket size map that was poorly sketched that had been given to him aboard the Essex from an imperial spy. He had memorized it by now but checking never hurt.

"Alright ladies lets find the generator." He said as he tucked the map back into his utility vest pocket. He moved through a hallway with staff weapon and laser scoring with scattered bullet holes. The floor was covered with bodies. mostly jaffa with one or two stormtrooper corpses scattered around. His P-90 was raised as he moved along the hallway leading up to an intersection. The other element had already moved down the hall going straight but his team needed to go left. He peeked around the corner and scanned the hallway. Satisfied it was alright to move he jumped out into the middle of the hall. He moved up the hall slowly and silently. Stealth was critical now with no one to back his team up he needed to be quick and silent. He moved his team up next another corner. The control room to shut down the sheilds that protected restricted acsess to the main sheild generator. Nearly a dozen jaffa were inside the room. Eight were standing at certain points standing gaurd. The others were busy sending out commands and reciving battle reports to and from troops. He made turned back to his team and made hand signals telling them about the total number of hostiles and gave them orders for the attack. Two of his team members , Cpl Matt Hiller and Sgt Ryan Lis, moved to the oppisite entrance of the room. One of the gaurds glanced over but didnt see them. Matt and Dom pulled out flashbang grenades, pulled the pin, and threw them amongst the jaffa.

A jaffa yelled as he saw the grenades land in front of him. The rest turned and saw the grenades go off, they were temporarly dazed, blinded and deaf they wandered around holding their ears. Dom and his team ran inside he held a zap in his hand. He quickly shot several of them before they began to wake up. One was on his knees when he grabbed a staff weapon and was about to shoot Dom in the back but was quickly gunned down by his team. Dom's team gunned down the rest before they could cause any damage. Dom quickly moved over to the control console and lowered the shields the planted a C-4 charge and ordered his men out of the room. After his team had may their way far away from the room he detonated the charge. The vibrations from the explosives could be felt underneath him.

"Alright catch your breath now we gotta head to the generator and blow it. So SG-12 isnt over run.......Lets go." His team followed him down anoter hall.
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Post by Kruller » Mon Jan 30, 2006 12:10 am

Coker did not know what to make of the stormtroopers, when two of their comrades were killed; they stripped the bodies of weapons and equipment, leaving the dead in their armor. The only words said aloud were by the Sergeant Major who made the pointed statement that the dead would be honored later.

Coker honestly was not sure whether the men were even remorseful at the loss of their comrades, as their faces were hidden behind closed helmets, and rarely did they speak so that Coker and his men could hear them.

The strike team had taken up defensive position in a cave not far from the stargate as scouts ran recon on the Jaffa defenses. Under normal circumstances the SGC could have dialed P3X-502 and maintained an open wormhole to prevent the Goa’uld from reinforcing the planet, however, the Goa’uld had modified this stargate’s DHD to lock out all but a few select gates from establishing a stable incoming wormhole, gates on planets that Amon controlled completely.

The strike team would first take the gate, and then hold it while modifying the DHD to accept wormholes from Earth, and then the next step would be to keep then Jaffa who were already on the planet from retaking the stargate. It was a difficult mission, which is part of the reason the Imperials would be landing reinforcements as soon as possible.

The number of Jaffa reinforcements was unknown, but they would send as many as possible to protect this planet. The thought of the number of Jaffa troops pouring through the gate at this very moment made Coker very eager to take the gate as soon as possible.

SG-12 sat in a small circle apart from the Imperials and spoke softly between themselves. Coker looked at each of his men in turn. There was Captain Michael Jolly, a broad man of twenty-four, he was a good soldier with a sense of humor whose only fault some would say was that he enjoyed drinking a bit too much off duty.

Coker had been accused of that once or twice himself, however like Jolly, he might drink often, but rarely was it to great excess, and he never allowed it to interfere with his duties. Even though he was only twenty-seven, Coker was wise enough to know when to stop.

Unlike Lieutenant Shian Lopez, who had never started, the twenty-year-old kid who liked playing video games and watching anime with his girlfriend off duty. He also was a whiz with computers, and had double degree in engineering and computer technology from MIT. He would be the one tasked with modifying the DHD. If his Columbian parents only knew what he was doing now.

Many often joked that Lieutenant Michael Morash didn’t know what he was doing most of the time, though those who worked with the twenty-two year old knew better, the appearance of disinterest he expressed most of the time was just an act, he was an excellent soldier who excelled at recon and surveillance missions.

The soldiers’ hands tightened on their weapon when they heard someone approaching, but the Sergeant Major walked over and said, “It’s one of ours back from recon. There’s a fairly large Jaffa force moving away from the gate towards the shipyard complex, now is the time to take the gate. Prepare yourselves.” The Sergeant Major said nothing more, but walked off towards the mouth of the cave.

“Here goes nothing.” Lieutenant Morash commented as SG-12 readied themselves and their gear for battle…


***On the bridge of the Essex***

Captain Fell supervised the battle, if you could call it that, in a cold hearted, professional manner, which was unreflective of the state of the crew. Morale was running high today, since withdrawing from Bakura the crew of the Essex either had engaged in losing battles or had withdrawn once contact with enemy had been established.

After receiving this assignment and journeying to this galaxy Fell had decided to keep the Essex out of sight, and not make contact with enemy forces, instead he had for weeks used the Essex as a mobile base of operations, utilizing its attributes as a carrier to good effect. Now, finally his crew was engaged in a ship-to-ship combat, what they had been trained for, and their attitudes showed their approval.

Major Keening functioned as both operational executive officer, and the executive officer of the Essex, as such he took the numerous reports from the various stations and condensed them into a series of more manageable summaries giving Fell an excellent picture of the battle besides what he could see in front of him. This was a necessity in an operation of this complexity.

However, Fell wondered if it would have mattered any, there were hundreds of Goa’uld death gliders and dozens of Al’keshs engaged with the starfighter complement of the Essex which numbered seventy-two fighters, supported by a number of assault gunboats and a few Skipray Blastboats. The Earth ship Prometheus had also launched its space fighter complement, its small number of F-302s were also engaging the Goa’uld death gliders, but with much less success then the shielded Imperial TIEs.

The fighters of the Earth ship had to be frequently rearmed, unlike the Imperial ships which could fight on nearly indefinitely. For the purposes of the operation the Imperial and Earth fighters were operating on the same communication frequency, which also happened to be one of the very few not being jammed by the Essex.

Fell looked off towards the distant shipyards and dry docks in orbit of the planet. Even someone with perfect vision would not be able to see several ATR and Gamma-class assault transports, and stormtroopers transports closing in on the space facilities. He turned his attention towards the planet where numerous shuttles and landing barges were transporting invasion troops. His craft were virtually invincible against the death gliders, and the Ha’taks were too busy concentrating their fire on the capital ships involved in the battle, mainly the Essex.

“Lieutenant Jadot requests bomber support, his Ha’taks are taking heavy fire from the four Goa’uld Ha’taks and their support craft.” Keening reported, “Colonel Jones reports that his advance elements are encountering resistance on the surface, but are taking minimal loses. Also sensors report several of the Ha’taks that were in dry dock are moving towards our position.”

“Good, divert a squadron of gunboats, to assist Lieutenant Jadot and keep me posted on the Ha’taks.” Fell ordered, as he watched another Ha’tak attacking the Essex fall silent under a withering hail of turbolaser fire. Out of the original twelve that had started firing on the Essex, only eight remained, and those were falling fast. Death gliders and Al’keshs were being destroyed faster then one could count, if the ship based weapons did not destroy them, then the fighters would.

The battle was proceeding better then he had hoped, and with minimal casualties. He was surprised that the Goa’uld ships had not decided to withdraw yet, perhaps it was because they had no communication between each other, Fell had no idea, but the more destroyed, the better it would be for the Imperials and even the Earth people. Today was a good day for Captain Fell, establishing this planet as a base of operations would prove an excellent investment, or so he hoped…

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Post by Topgun220 » Mon Jan 30, 2006 4:25 pm

After what Manetti figured was about ten minutes or so he signaled his team to prep for the attack on the main shield generator. He turned around the corner and jogged down the hall his P-90 in a ready position. He came to the end of the hall. He peeked around the corner and stuck his head out just a little to much. Two jaffa gaurding the hallway saw his head and energy bolts flew by where the Colonel's head had just been. He turned the corner and opened up on the two jaffa taking them down quickly. But footsteps could be heard as more jaffa were coming from behind Dom's team.
"Ryan you and Matt hold this position at all costs make sure we dont have to deal with reinforcements." Ryan nodded.
"Aye, sir." Ryan had been with him in the first recon marines before they came here to the SGC. He trusted Ryan the most for the task he would face.
"John you're with me lets go." Dom beckoned John to follow him as he ran down the hallway the two jaffa were gaurding.
After several turns and running down empty hallways they came to the main shield generator room. It was a large room with only a few gaurds in it. Maybe a good dozen for what Dom thought was a critical room. The rest were more than likely called away to defend the gate and fight the second element. Dom laid against one side of the doorway and John laid against the other. Dom checked his grenades, only two frags. He looked at John who held up a single flashbang. Dom nodded and John pulled the pin and tossed it inside. The jaffa scrambeled for cover and most made it but a few were caught of gaurd and were totally stunned from the blast. Dom and John both ran inside croutching behind some boxes by the entrance gunning down any and all who presented themselves as targets. There were three groups of jaffa left one to the far left behind some boxes in front of a wall. The other were behind a now shot up command console in the middle of the room. The final two jaffa were at the far right behind more boxes in front of the wall. They were in the best flanking position and needed to be dealt with first. Dom primed a frag grenade and bounced it off the wall right behind the boxes. The jaffa shouted but were cut off by the explosion.

The jaffa on the left began to fire on Dom and John keeping their heads down. Dome popped up spraying their position, one unlucky jaffa was shot several times. The other two however ducked and now the middle group fired. It continued like this. John or Dom woulg pop up and fire at one position then the other position would fire on them. Dom primed his last grenade and threw it behind the jaffa on the left using the wall to bank it into position. The jaffa scattered but were cut down by john as they left their cover. The grenade exploded and Dom dove off to the right giving him a clear line of fire on the last group of jaffa. He gunned them down quickly. Dom didnt waste any time.

"John cover the door im going to plant the charges." John switched the side of the boxes he was on so now he faced the door.

Dom sorted through his utility vest pockets and found two C-4 charges. He planted them under the command console even though it was already shot up its nice to be sure. He ran over to John tapped him on the shoulder and they ran out of the room back towards Ryan's position. Gunshots could be vividly heard from down the hall. Dom had set the charges for three minutes so he ran as fast as he could to Ryan. He reached him and Matt both fighting off a squad of jaffa. Jaffa bodies were all in the hall and bullet casings all around Ryan and Matt's feet. Dom kneeled next to them.

"Time to go." He said to Ryan as he shot a jaffa coming at him.
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Post by Kruller » Tue Jan 31, 2006 10:10 pm

***In close proximity to the Stargate, P3X-502***

Coker fired a sustained burst from his G-36 into the mass of Jaffa that were pouring from the gate, Morash and Jolly let loose with their M-243s and swept the gate with lines of bullets.

“Lopez hurry the hell up with that mod job!” Coker yelled so that he would be heard over the sounds of battle. SG-12 and the Imperials were keeping close to the ground as there was little cover around the stargate, leaving them exposed.

The Imperials were not particularly happy about their position, but had done what little they could by encircling the gate and the DHD, keeping the Jaffa already on the planet away from the stargate, while SG-12 killed the Jaffa coming through the gate.

Coker was beginning to admire the Imperials, they fought and sacrificed themselves to protect SG-12 and their mission, the stormtroopers who were wounded kept fighting until their last breath.

Coker risked a glance back as multiple explosions sounded behind him, what he saw was multiple fireballs expanding along the tree line. He saw a tri-winged ship flying in at high speed, and slowing as it neared the stargate, he recognized it as the same type that had been present on PX-1496. The ship’s cannons and blasters blanketed the tree line. Suppressing any fire at the stormtroopers on the ground and allowing them to turn their attention to the Jaffa still coming through the stargate.

The Sergeant Major hit the grassy dirt next to Coker who shouted happily “I see that the cavalry has arrived!”

The stormtrooper responded loudly over his helmet speakers, “Sir, you’ve not seen the best of it yet. Wait until the assault walkers assigned to guard the gate get here.”

“Assault walkers? I don’t remember that being part of the plan.” Coker shouted with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, he was sure the briefing mentioned only a few ground units with air support for a quick strike operation, and demolition job. Nothing was said to him about any assault walkers.

“Plans change sir, soldiers like us must adapt to suit the ever changing situations.” The stormtrooper said through his speakers, before turning his full attention back to mowing down Jaffa as they came through the gate, eventually the Goa’uld would stop sending them through, and hopefully by that time Lopez would have finished his modifications to the DHD device the Goa’uld had in place.


***Aboard the Essex***

“Captain, Colonel Jones reports they have completely secured the area around the landing site and have established a firm foothold on the planet. The stargate has also been secured and ground assault forces are surrounding the complex and preparing to take it.”

“Excellent, contact Colonel Manetti, and inform him to find a hole and sit tight, our men will be in there shortly.” Fell ordered before turning his attention back to the battle at hand.

The battle was proceeding excellently. Boarding troops had secured several of the space installations and were making progress with the others, while the four remaining battle capable Ha’taks were beginning to pull back, either to retreat or to regroup, Fell had no idea, though not that it mattered much, out of the hundreds of death gliders that had been in battle, only a few dozen remained, and those were being blasted into space debris. There was only a handful of Al’keshs remaining and most of those were being hunted down and terminated by the Essex’s fighter squadrons.

“Press the attack on the Ha’taks, have Lieutenant Jadot flank the enemy Ha’taks, have Assault Gunboats and Skipray Blastboats concentrate their efforts on the Ha’taks.” Fell ordered, keeping his stoic demeanor, however inside he felt elation unlike any he had experienced in his relatively short career. It was only a matter of time now before the battle was over.

His crew had performed exemplarily and Fell intended to reward them for it, their spirits were higher then ever, and when duty allowed Fell planned to have a ceremony to honor the fallen and their sacrificed, followed by a celebration to honor those who had performed so well.

Fell just had to think of something worth their merit…

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Post by Topgun220 » Wed Feb 01, 2006 12:13 pm

A voice crackled over Dom's comm went off and an imperial's voice came across it. "Hold tight reinforcements are on the way."
Manetti activated the comm after firing a three round burst into a jaffa. "Negative we can't hold this position we need reinforcements ASAP. Were going to fall back to the main power generator room and hold out as long as possible." He tapped Ryan's shoulder after he sprayed bullets down at the jaffa.
"Were going to head back to the generator." He then yelled to the rest of his team. "Follow me." Manetti got up and left his position against a wall heading for the next corner. Ryan continued to fire down the corner as the rest of the team ran back. Ryan primed a grenade threw it at the jaffa and ran back to the generator room.

Just as Manetti got to the generator room he heard the explosion and Ryan ran inside the room. "Move the boxes to make a defensive barrier here. We can bottleneck the jaffa as they come in, itll give us more time for reinforcements to arrive." His team did as they were told and Dom himself ran to the door opening and place a claymore for remote detonation. He got behind the wall of boxes with the rest of his team. all he could do now was wait for the jaffa to come. The first two appeared in the doorway and were quickly put down by the team's combined fire. Dom ducked behind the boxes to reload and pulled out his radio he opened a channel to the imperials high in orbit above the planet. "This is Lieutenant colonel manetti requesting reinforcements my team is pinned down in the generator room and is about to be over run." He pushed a new clip in and cocked the gun. He popped back up to assist his men fighting dozens of jaffa trying to get through the door. He reached down for the detonator and yelled as loud as possible. "Everybody down!" His team and manetti ducked behind the boxes as the claymore went off. he popped back up and resumed fring on the jaffa. he turned to his men. "Anyone have a grenade."

"None." said Ryan. "Sorry sir used em all." said matt. John merely shook his head and kept firing. Dom hoped these imperials could run fast his team wasn't going to last long..
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but awesome at the same time
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Post by Kruller » Fri Feb 03, 2006 10:40 pm

The platoon of stormtroopers ran at full speed through the intricately designed corridors, ahead of the platoon a trio small spherical recon droids darted through the corridors, into and out of rooms, and small passageways making sure no enemies lay in wait.

The droids were equipped with sophisticated sensor and communications gear that relayed streams of data not only to the officers of the unit the droids were assigned to, but also to the intelligence and tactical support centers aboard the Essex which would analyze and catalog the data for immediate use and future study.

The stormtrooper officer commanding the platoon used his chin switch inside his helmet to switch to the channel the earth soldiers were using. “Colonel Manetti, Sierra Gulf Three, this is Lieutenant Terrik, Theta Kappa Epsilon. We’re en route to your position, ETA three minutes. If you cannot hold out, attempt to return to the ring room the Prometheus will evac you.”

Terrik only hoped the earth soldiers could hold out or get to the ring room somehow…

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Post by Topgun220 » Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:57 pm

He listened to the imperial then after he was finish turned to his team who were currently fending off jaffa. "This is sierra gulf three to theta kappa epsilon we cannot hold were going to attempt to punch through to the rings." Ryan turned and looked at him then turned back and continued firing.

"Ready boys, we only have one chance at this so lets do this!"

He Jumped over the boxes and sprayed the doorway with fire. The rest of his team followed him giving him supporting fire as he ran past the doorway and into the hallway. The jaffa were turning to runfiring poorly aimed shots at SG-3. Dom couldn't feel his legs under him as he ran full speed through the cooridors sending a burst of bullets to any one who got in his way. The only way he knew his legs were still there was the fact that he was moving.

After what seemed like an eternity he reached the rings room and activated the ring system. At the last second his team joined him in the center of the rings and they were taken up to the Prometheus...


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Setesh looked out the viewport of his Ha’Tak at the small planet of Del’kroth below. The planet had a large population and was currently under the control of Thoth a relatively weak Goa’uld. He had a small army protecting his palace and did not utilize the planet he controlled. This could not be allowed for two reasons, one Setesh wanted more than his small fleet of Ha’Taks and the world of Krith on which he resides, and two to let an inferior Goa’uld have such a world where he could build a large fleet and massive army could not go on. He turned to his First Prime Fro’Mak.


“Prepare the invasion fleet. We shall show this planet a true god.”


“Yes my lord.” Said Fro’Mak bowing deeply before Setesh. Fro’Mak walked off the bridge to the hanger where he embarked upon a Tel’Tac with many jaffa warriors. The Tel’Tac that contained Fro’Mak and many other Tel’Tacs containing more jaffa warriors decended to the planet of Del’Kroth. Fro’Mak looked at his warriors inside the ship with him. They all looked prepared to die for their god. Fro’Mak intended to personally kill the false god and show the people of Del’Kroth the true god Setesh. The Tel’Tac stopped near the royal palace above the ground and Fro’Mak along with a group of battle hardend warriors stepped into the ring system. The rings rose up and transported the group to the surface. Other Tel’Tacs were doing the same thing deploying troops. Two Al’Kesh flew overhead and destroyed several staff cannon positions. The hundred or so warriors followed Fro’Mak as he ran up the palace steps killing any enemy who opposed him. The fifty or so gaurds were no match for the superior numbers Setesh had sent down. Thoth watched as his warriors were utterly destroyed by Seteshs’. After the short battle to claim Del’Kroth was over, Setesh went to the surface in his personal Tel’Tac. He went inside the palace up to where Thoth had sat. Now Thoth was on his nees bloody and battered.


“You should have submitted willingly then this beautiful palace would not have to be refurbished later on due to the damages incurred in the battle.”

Thoth looked up at Setesh and stared into his eyes. Setesh smiled and rose from his seat. He extended his hand to one of his body gaurds who handed him his staff.

“So is the end of Setesh’s enemies.” Setesh said as he fired the staff into Thoth’s chest. Thoth’s eyes flared a golden hue then toppled over dead.
Niko says:
were so lame
Kit_Fitsu says:
but awesome at the same time
Niko says:
its so contradictory
Magic Man says:
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Post by Kruller » Fri Feb 10, 2006 11:20 am

***Aboard the Essex***

“To say that they are angry would be an vast understatement.” Keening said coolly.

“They’ll deal with it….or they won’t…I don’t particularly care, we have our orders, and we will carry them out.” Fell said as he looked over the initial aftermath reports of the battle. “Give them a few Ha’taks or something to placate them, whatever you think will do.”

“Also, they are demanding we allow elements of their strike team to remain on the planet.” Keening suggested, “I don’t see what harm it could do, I would suggest that we allow them to bring in technicians and scientists to look over the Goa’uld production facilities more thoroughly. They have more experience with the technology, and would be able to get it operating faster.”

“Good idea. I already sent a communiqué requesting materials and personnel qualified to work in a shipbuilding complex such as this, and some certain other supplies we may need.” Fell stated and the two men shared a look.

“Do you really think they can spare the supplies we might need? or the personnel? They need every being available, and all the supplies they can get, and then some.” Keening said, his voice taking on a slightly argumentative tone.

“If the Emperor thought that, then we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.” Fell stated assertively without raising his voice, “It was a request, and we do need the supplies. After all, we need to build one of those ring type devices in order to stabilize the vortex that way we can send larger items through it, and keep it from destabilizing in this galaxy. Those are our orders, we require something to carry out our orders and are requesting it. Nothing more than is necessary.”

“Very well.” Keening said, having recomposed himself, he changed the subject, “Colonel Jones reports that he has selected the site of the prefabricated garrison at a suitable, defendable location between the planet side complex and the stargate. Construction has already begun and he expects it will be complete in a few days. Also, the Colonel reports that his troops are still searching the planet for any Jaffa stragglers.”

“Good, keep me apprised.” Fell said and turned his attention to the affairs of the aftermath of the battle.

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Post by Topgun220 » Mon Feb 13, 2006 12:22 pm

"What do you mean they want the planet as a base of operations! And asking for personel and equipment to run the shipyards." Dom yelled at an officer on the Promethius that relayed the news of the imperials change in plans.

"Im sorry sir but they did offer us several Ha'taks in return." The officer replied.

"Im not going to tell this to the general."

"You don't have to sir. The negotiations already took place. The terms were decided."

"This is ridiculous. Open a comm chanel to the imperial ship i have a request."

The officer looked at him confused.

"Just do it airman." Dom said sternly.

"Aye sir, follow me to the communications room please."

Dom followed the officer into the comm room and sent a communique to the imperial ship.

"This is Liuetenant Colonel Dominick Manetti, commander of the earth ground assault teams. I would like an oppertunity to inspect the interior of your ship. Your technology is obviously superior to ours and we would love the chance to observe some of it. It would only be me and Major Coker and we will come unarmed."

Dom smiled, Coker was going to love this if the Imperials let them onboard. He turned to the officer. "Has the Major returned from the mission yet?"

"Don't know sir."

"Tell i want to see him ASAP when he comes onboard."
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were so lame
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but awesome at the same time
Niko says:
its so contradictory
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Post by Kruller » Sat Feb 25, 2006 11:59 pm

***Patrol Sector 3, Planet Yskanjar, formerly known as P3X-502***

Coker marveled the Imperials engineering skills and technology once again, he stood next to Lieutenant Terrik inside one of the PX-4 Mobile Command Base vehicles the Imperials had deployed to coordinate the outlying patrols on the planet. He looked over the shoulders of a technician who was switching between live footage streaming from a plethora of probe droids, remote observation posts, and the helmet vid recorders of the scout troopers patrolling the sector. Six technicians toiled away in the interior compartment, and their commander, a young army captain strolled down the narrow walkway between their positions. His hands clasped behind his back he calmly issued orders and received reports seeming attentive and alert even though Patrol Sector 3 had been one of the first to be secured.

Coker looked at the next technician who was monitoring all communication in the sector and relying the data to the Essex and the prefabricated garrison base that had been completed within three days. Coker didn’t know how they did it, the base was huge, complete with a landing platform, a fighter hanger deck, support vehicle facilities, shield and it housed roughly three thousand persons, including crews, technicians and soldiers. The place was absolutely teeming with activity, and it was probably more secure then Cheyenne Mountain and the SGC.

“Major, there is a message for you,” the young captain reported, “Colonel Manetti requests your presence aboard the Prometheus as soon as possible, Captain Fell has permitted you and the Colonel a tour on the Essex. Lieutenant Terrik, you will accompany the Major.”

Terrik snapped off a crisp salute, which the young captain returned, then said, “Major, if you will come with me.”

Coker nodded, he was surprised they would be allowed a tour aboard the ship. Granted he had already been aboard, but he had not been allowed to see the layout of the ship or even the bridge. He had not been conscious when brought aboard, and he had been led through barren corridors on the way off the ship. So he was eager to sate his curiosity. He followed Lieutenant Terrik outside to where several of the Imperial speeder bikes had been parked.

Terrik moved over to one of the bikes and opened a small storage compartment, he removed two small devices that looked like ear plugs and what appeared to be a bandage patch and handed it to Coker. He explained their purpose and how to use them. Coker placed the patch device over his throat and the others in his ears. He tapped the outside of the ear devices and instantly he heard the comm chatter of the other soldiers in the area that were on the same frequency. Terrik instructed Coker on the neck and throat movements that would alter the frequency he was on, and the volume of the ear devices then he walked Coker through switching to a frequency not being used.

Terrik mounted the speeder bike and motioned for Coker to get on the rear part of the saddle. He then explained where to place his feet and then said, “Wrap your arms around my torso and hold on tight, this is the fastest way to get back.”

To Coker’s surprise Terrik added, “This is going to be fun, I haven’t ridden one of these in a while.” Even though Coker was looking at the back of the Lieutenant’s head, and the man was wearing a fully enclosed helmet, Coker had no doubt the man was grinning from ear to ear.

Terrik entered in an access code that unlocked the bike, then flipped a few switches and the bike whined to life and lifted higher off the ground and swiveled around towards the garrison base. “Hold on!” Terrik commanded right before he punched the accelerator and sped off through the cleared path through the forest.

Coker struggled to hold on to the trooper’s chest he heard the man laugh over the comm channel. Coker was slightly unnerved when he saw that they were going so fast the trees were barely distinguishable going by, he asked “How fast are we going?”

“Three hundred eighty-five kilometers per hour, and I’m not even pushing her that hard.” Terrik added with a hint of mischievous in his voice, “I could push her to the limit if you really want.”

“Maybe some other time.” Coker said diplomatically, he had never ridden one of these bikes before, and even though he had ridden on a variety of motorcycles and dirt bikes, he had never gone anywhere near this fast.

Terrik must have noticed his slight apprehension, as he said, “Hey, don’t worry, I would never risk wrecking this expensive piece of military hardware, just sit back and enjoy the ride we’ll be back at the base in a few minutes.”

On the way back to the base Terrik talked to Coker far more then all the Imperials had talked combined while Coker was present, the man spoke of his childhood growing up on the factory world Balmorra, then about his family and going to the Imperial Military Academy on Carida and about his first assignments. He talked at length, he seemed comfortable doing so over the comm channel.

For the first time Coker saw a side to the Imperials especially the stormtroopers he hadn’t dreamed of since meeting them. They were people, human beings just like himself, much further along technologically, but they still had hearts, and though their devotion was to honor and duty, they didn’t necessarily always want to do what they did, but they followed orders.

Coker spoke about growing up in Florida and about his own family some as well, he talked about going to the Airforce academy and the sort. Terrik mentioned that his brother was also a stormtrooper while talking about his family. But when Coker asked where he was stationed Terrik suddenly fell silent, and after a minute he said.

“He was assigned to Admiral Blackmon’s command, which was located at a planet in my galaxy’s outer rim territories, the planet was called Bakura.”

Coker’s gut feeling was to not say anything, so he kept his mouth shut and allowed Terrik to continue at his own pace. Terrik eased back on the speed of the bike, slowing it down considerably.

“My brother was on Bakura fighting the enemy invaders when their fleets arrived, one engaged our space forces, while the other wasted the planet from orbit, then left. They didn’t even extract their own people on the ground, they had thousands of soldiers on Bakura, and they wasted them all.” After Terrik said that, he was quiet for the rest of the trip, even after arriving at the base, and reaching the landing pad atop it, then riding the shuttle into space to link up with Prometheus. Terrik said nothing that was not absolutely necessary.

When Coker and Terrik reached Colonel Manetti aboard the Prometheus Coker saluted and asked, “So we get tour their ship on the condition they get to tour ours?”

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Post by Topgun220 » Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:13 am

"Thats the deal Major, They are going to send one of their transport ships over to pick us up in the F-302 hagar bay. If they want to look around the Prometheus they may. Of course with the level of technology their at i doubt they will stay long. Follow me down to the hangar will you Major." He turned to the imperial with Coker. "You can wait here and look around the ship or you can accompany us to thw hangar bay."

The colonel walked to a door opened it and waited in the hallway for Coker and the imperial.


OOC: sorry about the short post, feel free to take manetti and Coker down to the hangar and onboard the shuttle.
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were so lame
Kit_Fitsu says:
but awesome at the same time
Niko says:
its so contradictory
Magic Man says:
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Post by Kruller » Sun Feb 26, 2006 11:57 pm

***Aboard the Essex***

Dolan entered his darkened quarters and tapped a button on the control panel next to the door which closed and locked the door. He did not turn on the lights as he knew the layout well and continued through his quarters towards his bed, and the small table he had next to it. He stopped behind the chair that was slid under the desk, he noticed something strange, one of his datapads lay on his table near where he thought he left it before leaving his quarters that morning.

He noticed it was on and he noticed that the data on the screen was not what he had been looking at that morning. He slowly started to undress, first by taking off his dark green uniform tunic, he draped his tunic over the back of the chair and moved his hands to his shoulder holster, where he started to loosen the straps across his chest with one hand, while carefully unbuttoning the strap that held his sidearm, a SoroSuub Fastshot Blaster Pistol, he moved towards his closet, picking up his tunic as he did so.

The hair on the back of his neck tingled and he dropped to the floor and rolled left, barely avoiding the red energy beam that sliced through the air after him slicing into his right shoulder, ignoring the pain he threw his tunic behind him with one hand and ripped his blaster from its holster with the other, he aimed low along the floor and squeezed the trigger, sweeping the room behind him with several five shot bursts, he heard no cry of pain, but he heard the thud of a body hitting the floor hard, and he smelled ozone and burnt flesh.

He came to his feet and flipped a switch on the wall turning the lights on, he slammed his fist down on a panel on his table and suddenly klaxons sounded. He saw a prone form on the floor, its legs had been blown off and the form was trying to crawl away, it looked human and Dolan could see mortal fear in its eyes as Dolan leveled his blaster at its head. The door to Dolan’s quarters suddenly opened and two stormtroopers moved through rifles sweeping the area, one trooper positioned himself between the form and Dolan, and the other aimed his rifle directly at the form’s head and it stopped crawling and it started moving one of its hands toward the other. The trooper assumed correctly that Dolan would want the would-be assassin alive, and shot it on stun.

More stormtroopers arrived along with a medical team, and the lead trooper said to Dolan, “Captain, you’re injured.”

Dolan looked over at his shoulder and suddenly noticed the large stream of blood gushing out of the wound and running down his arm. The medics quickly rushed in and attended to Dolan, one sprayed biofoam into the wound which would seal it and stop the bleeding while the other inserted a needle full of painkillers into the other arm.

Keening arrived just as the medics were sitting Dolan down on his bed, he looked at the unconscious form and said to one of the stormtroopers, “Get that thing out of here and put in a cell, tell the medics to stabilize it, but not to give it any pain medication.”

Keening turned to one of the stormtroopers, and said, “Shut that alarm off, and seal off the deck, have all stations and posts checked and all troopers go to alert status three. Seal off and secure all critical areas. Inform the welcoming party for the earth people to keep this quiet. They don’t need to know.”

He turned back to look at the Captain who was obviously out of it, he turned to a medic and asked, “How is he?”

“He’s lost quite a bit of blood Major. We’ve given him some pain killers, the wound looks like it hit his subclavian artery. Good thing we stopped the bleeding when we did. Surprisingly he’s still semi-conscious, once we stabilize him here, we’ll take him to the infirmary.” the medic responded without looking away from his patient.

“Sir, we found this on the assassin,” a stormtrooper said, handing Keening a small device that looked like it would fit on someone’s fingers.

Keening nodded and handed it back, “Take this to Lieutenant Angelone and inform her of the situation. I want a report on it as soon as possible.”

Looking around the room he saw an older man with the rank of midshipman was the most senior officer, he moved over to the man and said, “Seal off the room once the captain has been removed I want a squad of stormtroopers guarding him at all times and two outside this room. Have someone take those,” he gestured to the severed legs lying on the floor, “to the infirmary and tell them to store them or something. Get a technician in here to see how it got in here and if it tampered with anything. Keep me apprised, I’ll be on the bridge.”

“Aye sir,” the man replied and saluted.

Keening returned the salute and left the room, his day was not going well so far.


***Shuttle craft enroute to the Essex***


Lieutenant Terrik sat a few seats down from Coker who sat across the passenger compartment from Colonel Manetti.

“With all the excitement I don’t think I head your side of what happened down there.” Coker said in a friendly manner, “I’d be interested in hearing about it, and maybe later we can hit up the Imperials for a drink or two, I still owe you that round after all, and I am a man of my word.”

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Post by Topgun220 » Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:59 am

"Sure I'll tell ya what went down when we get back aboard promethius. I wouldn't mind having a drink with our allies." Although Dom responded he wasn't really paying to much attention to Coker or the imperial. He was thinking of things he didn't normaly like to think about offworld. His wife and his daughter. Just the thought of them brought a smile to his face. He snapped back into the situation and addressed both Coker and the imperial at the same time in a serious tone.

"You guys got any family?"
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Post by Kruller » Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:56 pm

Lieutenant Terrik simply said, “Every has or had family.”

“I have some back in Florida.” Coker gave Manetti a look that he hoped would convey the thought to drop the subject.

To be honest he did not want to talk about it much more then Terrik, back on Prometheus he had received a letter from his girlfriend stating that she thought it was best for both of them to “break up for now because of the stress in our lives” and she wanted to still be “friends”. It seemed her main compliant was that she never saw him, though he spent a nearly guaranteed day and night each with her. She was changing jobs apparently and wouldn’t be able to see him. She claimed she didn’t want it to be a permanent thing, but Coker didn’t know what the real deal was behind it. He thought it was rude of her not to do it to his face, but as he had been dating for quite some time now, he thought he would give her a chance to come back. If she did, that would be her chance, the next time there would be no coming back.

Coker tried to shake off the thoughts of personal life, he preferred to focus on work in times like this. Anything to take his mind off the pain, in his youth he had to drink himself to sleep every night. Even before the legal age to purchase alcohol, he acquired it from fellow co-workers at his after school jobs, but he had long since learned that drinking yourself to sleep did not solve anything, it only made things harder on yourself. Instead Coker threw himself into work when he encounter pain in his personal life.

Finally he turned to look at through the open hatch into the cockpit, he saw through the cockpit viewport the Essex appeared to have stopped moving. He assumed the shuttle had stopped so he asked, “Excuse me, why have we stopped?”

“You are incorrect sir, we are still moving, we’ve merely matched are speed with the Essex there are ceremonies, to commemorate our fallen comrades, being performed on the main hanger decks so all non-essential traffic has been relegated to a landing queue. We must wait our turn.” The pilot responded sounding somewhat irritated, he didn’t seem like he had particularly much to do as his co-pilot was taking care of most of the flight work at the moment and he continued the conversation. “For future reference Major, my rank is Flight Officer, not Pilot. But while on this shuttle, you will call me Captain Byorn.”

Coker dramtically rolled his eyes and grinned at Manetti, but then he turned back towards the cockpit and said in serious and respectful tone, “Aye aye Captain Byorn, Sir.”

“Better.” Byorn said, “Oh and by the way if Captain Fell was on board this shuttle, he would call me Captain Byorn, and give me my dues. And he has the rank of Line Captain, and usually commands a taskforce of three of those ships,” Byorn tapped on the viewport for emphasis, “plus several support ships any of which could probably vape that little boat of yours with a single word from his mouth.”

“On that ship,” Byorn tapped the viewport once again, “Captain Fell is the ultimate authority there as that ship and its crew is his responsibility. In this shuttle, I am the ultimate authority as this shuttle and its cargo whether it be man or crate is my responsibility. If a grand admiral was onboard and ordered me to do something that would endanger my mission unnecessarily, I would be duty bound not to obey his orders and would be right to do so.” The Byorn turned back to his console as it started beeping.

“You’ll be happy to hear we’ve been bumped up in the schedule, and we’ll be landing next.” Byorn said, and within a matter of minutes the shuttlecraft had set down on the hanger deck alongside of several other of its kind.

Terrik stood up and walked to the ramp control and typed in the command that would lower the ramp. As the ramp lowered Byorn said, “Major Keening has ordered some combat drills so don’t be alarmed if you see a bunch of stormtroopers running around the corridors with guns at the ready.”

When the ramp had come to a rest on the deck Terrik motioned to the two Airforce officers that they should go first as guests. Coker deferred to Manetti with a similar gesture. Coker could see the small welcome party waiting. An Imperial officer dressed in the black uniform he had seen sporadically flanked by two others. Coker had decerned these men in black belonged to a different branch of service, he guessed that it was a special uniform for intelligence officers as when he met Major Keening, the man had been wearing said uniform.

The man was flanked by a young, and quite attractive female officer dressed in a crimson uniform Coker had seen only rarely on the garrison base. The other officer an alien being the likes of which Coker had never seen, it looked much like a demon or something out of fantasy, its grey skin blended in with its standard green-grey uniform, the creature smiled a toothy grin that revealed sharp teeth designed for ripping flesh from bone. It came complete with horns even, and to be honest, Coker was somewhat disturbed by its appearance.

“He’s a Devaronian , and it is impolite to stare Major.” Terrik said quietly, giving Coker a slight nudge down the ramp, “Don’t worry, the males aren’t the aggressive ones.”

Coker followed Manetti, and tried not to stare, he just walked after the Colonel.

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Post by Topgun220 » Thu Mar 02, 2006 3:15 pm

Manetti walked down the ramp despretately attempting not to stare at the strange alien with horns. He walked up to the officer who appeared to be in charge and took notice of the attractive officer next to him. Dom addressed him in a diplomatic tone trying to be as open as he could be.

"Greeting im Lieutenant Colonel Manetti, this is major Coker." He made a slight gesture to Coker. "We're here for the tour." He smiled at the officer.
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Post by Kruller » Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:38 pm

The officer in black responded with a smile and said, “Greetings, I am Captain Brandon Mylar, Imperial Intelligence. Welcome aboard the Essex.” he gestured first to the female officer, “This is Ensign Kaiya Tais, she is in Imperial Navy’s Scientific Division and has been attached for our operations here,”

Noticing both the Colonel and the Major seemed uneasy by the alien’s presence Brandon said, “This is Major Kanoslar’nkai’Serat. He is a Devish, a race of the Devaronian species. And he is commander of the Essex’s security force.”

“Greetings humans,” The Devish smiled with his sharp teeth and said, “You may call me Kanos.”

Mylar noticed his smile and said, give them the friendly one, not the one you give your stormtroopers. The Devish smiled again, but this time showed his other set of teeth this kind had sharp and blunt molars. “I forget my manners.”

“Before we begin I wish to inform you that though this tour will be lengthy in comparison, it would be…time consuming…to tour the entire ship, so first we shall start with the hangar bay and eventually reach the bridge, also, for security reasons, our classified sections are off limits. You understand.” Brandon said, then clapped his hands together and said, “So, are you gentlemen ready to begin the tour, or would you like to ask a few questions first?”


***Infirmary 12, Essex***

“Feeling better?” Major Keening asked as he saw Captain Fell sitting up his bio-bed, a trio of medical droids hovering nearby.

“The doctors say because of the clean, precise cut of the beam weapon I should heal with no scaring. I already have almost full mobility of my arm again.” Fell moved his arm to illustrate that the bandage was restraining him from injuring himself.

“Sir, I advise caution when utilizing your left arm. Your wound is still healing.” one of the droids stated starting to move forward as if to restrain the Captain.

“Alright alright, I got it,” Fell said and waved the droid off with his other arm. “What news of the intruder.”

“Surprisingly little, I’ve had my boys get creative with this one, he hasn’t cracked yet, and we’ve leaned into him harder then the other Goa’ulds we’ve encountered.” Keening reported, “We believe one of the devices he was wearing was some sort of cloaking device unlike anything we’ve ever encountered. You were lucky he turned it off before he shot you. He must have been planning to interrogate you to get your command codes.”

“In case there are others aboard I’ve upped security onboard and have stormtroopers searching everywhere, I’ve doubled guards on posts around secure and critical areas. All craft are being extensively scanned before being allowed to depart.” Keening reported, “I’ve also kept the earth people in the dark about this.”

“Good, anything else?” Fell asked

“Well, are you well enough to receive and review reports and communiqués?” Keening asked offering Fell a datapad.

“I am more then well enough to do that.” Fell said taking the datapad, he noticed it was a heavily encrypted message that had ciphers locking out all but Navy flag officer command codes. He smiled and looked at Keening, “You’re Imperial Intelligence and you couldn’t crack this?”

“I could have with some time, but those particular ciphers are only available to Grand Admirals, and there is no way I’m going to crack an encrypted message addressed to you sent from a Grand Admiral.” Major Keening grinned mischievously, “Now if that assassin had been a little better, I would’ve read it already.”

“Well, let’s be glad he wasn’t,” Fell said, suddenly the stormtroopers tightened up, and appeared ready to shoot the first thing that moved.

Their commander spoke over his suit’s speakers, “Sirs, patrols report that the guards and personnel at the magazine on maintenance deck four are dead, their blasters were holstered. Several equipment lockers were opened with key cards taken from the dead.”

Keening swore, but Fell asked, “Doesn’t that magazine store ammo for our ground assault vehicles?”

The stormtrooper paused for a moment, as he was checking over the comm, “Yes sir,” the stormtrooper barely got the words out of his mouth, Fell jumped to his feet and yelled, “Go to full alert! Lockdown all decks and check for sabotage! Now!”

Thus said, Fell promptly vomited on the deck and passed out, Keening caught him, and said to the stormtrooper, “You heard the Captain! Do it! Shut down the hangar deck too!”

Keening laid Fell back on the bed and let the medical droids take it from there.

“Over secure channels order all patrols to get their IR gear, then black out all decks, maybe we can find this assassin that way.” Keening ordered. The stormtrooper hurriedly relayed the orders as Keening headed off to the cell where his agents were interrogating the prisoner.

Alarms were sounding off all over the ship already, automated messaged ordering all personnel to get to weapon lockers and link up with security.

Then the ship suddenly shook as multiple explosions rocked the mile long warship. Combat drills would no longer cover this, the Imperials would have to tell the earth people something…The lights in the infirmary went off, and somewhere a protocol droid said, “Oh dear.”

***Landing Deck, Essex***

Mylar was about to make an excuse for the alarms now sounding when suddenly explosions were heard near by, and the lights shut off. Suddenly a red energy beam lanced through Kanos’ chest from behind and hit Coker square in the chest.

Terrik fired his rifle at where he thought the beam came from; Mylar pulled his blaster and swiveled around and dropped into a crouching position scanning the darkness for any sign of movement; Kanos fell to his knees, one hand clutching his chest, the other struggling to remove his blaster from its holster; Kaiya stood frozen in shock, and unbelief; and Coker hit the deck with a wet splat.

Byorn turned on all the shuttle lights and suddenly the assassin was illuminated, the shape froze momentarily, dooming itself, Byorn opened up on it with the shuttle’s laser cannons, annihilating it. Stormtroopers called by Terrik poured through several doors on the deck just as the backup lights on the deck kicked on.

Black blood bubbled through Kanos’ fingers, as Mylar yelled, “We need medics in here! We’ve got men down!”

Terrik turned to look at Coker, whose still form lay flat on the deck in an ever expanding pool of crimson, Terrik rushed over, and crouched by the young man. Terrik had fought enough in his life to recognize it instantly, no matter what the enemy, the effect was the same.

“He’s dead,” Terrik aloud to no one in particular, while not knowing the man well, in the past couple days he had come to like the man, even respect him. To be cut down like this…it was no way for a soldier to die.

Terrik looked at the man’s eyes, staring blankly up. He turned away and knew, that when this, whatever the hell it was, he would request that a special ceremony be held aboard the Essex for the man.

Byorn came down the ramp with a med kit at the ready, he looked questioningly at Terrik who shook his head no, then moved over to Kanos and said, “I don’t know much about Devaronians, so you’ll have to talk me through it.”

Terrik turned to Manetti and asked, “Are you hurt?”



OOC: I didn't want to character steal, so I left it as open as I could, feel free to do what you like with Manetti during it all.

Also, the first and second sections occur simultaneously, and the third picks up right after the second. Just clarifying if it wasn't clear.

I tried to put enough in for you to respond to, I'm sorry if I leave you with little to post at times.

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Post by Topgun220 » Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:12 pm

Colonel Manetti dove to the ground when he saw the red beam lance out. When he saw the assassin vaporized by the laser canons on the imperial shuttle vehicle he rose up and moved to Coker as Terrik announced he was dead. Manetti moved over to him kneeling down. He turned him up and looked into his still open eyes. At first he wasn't so sure but after he felt his pulse he knew it. Coker was dead. He ran his fingers over Coker's eyes closing them. He pulled off one of his dog tags and put it in his pocket. "I’m sorry kid, should have gone myself didn't need to bring you here." He stood up with a pained and angry look on his face. There were two things Manetti hated about the military. One was leaving people behind, dead or alive. The second was watching men under his command die.

"Obviously you have intruders running abroad on your ship." He looked at the devorian alien with a hole in his chest. Who the hell was that assassin? A Goa'uld agent? Or some other alien agent with something against the imperials. He activated his radio on his vest and opened a channel directly to the promethius' bridge. "This is Colonel Manetti an incursion has occurred onboard the imperial ship....we've lost Coker. I repeat Coker is dead." He turned to face the officer ignoring Terrik's concern for him. Manetti walked up to him right in his face.

"I want to know what’s going on here right now. I've already lost a good soldier I want to know who the hell that was that shot him. If you can't tell me that at least give me a god damn weapon to defend myself because obviously you can't even protect your own or me." If it wasn't clear enough by his words the veins in Manetti's neck and arm were popping out. He was furious about the ordeal and losing a good man because of how loose the imperial security was. Dom needed to protect himself...and get revenge for Coker.
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were so lame
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Niko says:
its so contradictory
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Post by Kruller » Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:52 pm

Mylar gestured to one of the stormtroopers who had come to investigate. He ordered the stormtrooper to hand over his sidearm. Mylar handed the pistol to Manetti and said, “Look, I’m sorry for your loss. We didn’t know for sure if there was another Goa’uld agent aboard or not. Our orders came straight from Major Keening, I’m sorry, but it was his call.”

Mylar looked questioningly at Kanos who said, “It missed my vital organs, good thing I’m not human.”

“We should still get him to an infirmary.” Byorn said, “Or aboard the shuttle and down to the surface.”

“I’m afraid neither option is available to us right now.” A nearby trooper reported, “The ship is in complete lockdown mode. Nobody is going anywhere till a complete compartment by compartment search is done. Any craft leaving will be destroyed.”

Mylar turned back to Manetti, “I’m sorry Colonel, the other agent nearly assassinated Captain Fell, they have some sort of cloaking devices our sensors can’t detect, they must have stowed away aboard a shuttle coming from the surface. We’ve got one in custody but our agents have yet to crack him.”

“Their cloaking devices obviously have a finite power supply, else they would not expose themselves as they have. So our best bet will be to wait till that runs out, then go looking for any who might still be aboard.” Kaiya suggested, adressing Manetti she asked, "Have your people ever encountered anything like it before?"

“If we have time,” Terrik said aloud, he had been monitoring the comm chatter that had been going on, somewhat frantically, mostly damage reports, but then, there was something else…


***Bridge of the Essex***

Lieutenant Mason Jadot stood on the bridge, he had come aboard to give Major Keening a report on the training status of the crews for the newly captured Ha’taks. However, as the highest ranking command officer on the bridge, he was in command until relieved.

Hell, he didn’t even know exactly what was going on, though he assumed it was bad as there was damage reports flooding in. It looked like the main power grid had been knocked out by some sort of explosion, by several other explosions had also occurred.

“Sir, shields, sensors, and sublight and hyperdrive propulsion is offline. Tractor beams are down, but we still have our turbolasers.” A lieutenant junior to Jadot reported.

“Cause?” Jadot asked

“Best guess so far is sabotage, what with those Goa’uld agents running around.” the lieutenant suggested.

“I don’t want guesses, I want answers.” Jadot said sternly.

“Sir! We have incoming enemy Ha’taks!” a crewman from the fore of the bridge shouted.

“I thought sensors were down?” Jadot asked the lieutenant as he turned towards the front of the bridge, he then saw how the crewman had detected the ships, one could easily see them through the bridges main viewport.

“Burning suns.” the junior lieutenant gasped as there were at least a dozen regular Ha’taks as well a vessel of Goa’uld design that was far closer to the size of the Essex in the center of the formation. The ships were already launching death gliders and what looked like boarding craft.

“Order the Ha’taks into a defensive line between us and the enemy. Get our outer patrol fighters back here, I want a skirmish line between us and that damn fleet. Ask the Promethesus to move into center position of that skirmish line, if we can keep the Essex out of the range of their capital ships’ weapons and pound them with our guns we can survive this.”

“Sir, looks like there’s more of them!” a crewman at the starboard viewport shouted, and it was echoed by another crewman on the port viewport.

“Get me a count!” Jadot ordered, this was turning out to be a bad day.

“At least fifty ships altogether sir, with three large ships, I’m guessing those are flagships.” The junior lieutenant reported after a moment of conferring with the crewman at the viewports.

“They’re sending a message,” the comm officer reported, “I’m putting it through.”

“We are the System Lords, and Your gods! You are defenseless! Surrender or be destroyed for your insolence!” the Goa’uld voice came across the bridge speakers.”

The Essex couldn’t stand alone and survive against all these ships fully functional, much less in her current state, and with only six Ha’taks, what craft were not in their bays when the lockdown order was given, and the Prometheus, the odds were not good.

“Get me General Read aboard the Prometheus,” Jadot ordered, “We need to talk…”

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Post by Topgun220 » Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:12 pm

"We only encountered stealth technology a few times. Once a goa'uld named Neferti infiltrated our base. And another time a highly trained Goa'uld assasin or ashrack attacked our alpha site. we found no effective way of locating them besides a very powerful electrical charge which brought them into the visable spectrum. I don't know how they did it but they did. A tech at the SGC could tell you but im just a soldier." Dom looked around the docking bay for any sign of an ashrack. He figured it was most likely that they had infiltrated the ship some time ago. He found nothing that indicated another ashrack was present.

"If you have some kind of life sign detector equipment it would work, or heat detectors. Otherwise just try to focus on every little detail, noises, objects moving, dust kicking up, that kind of stuff. If we could i wouldn't mind helping to clear out the compartments with you guys." Dom looked at the pistol he had recieved. What he wouldn't do for his M1911 back on the Promethius. He fiddled around a bit with the weapon trying to get a feel for it. "Is this thing on?"
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were so lame
Kit_Fitsu says:
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Niko says:
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Post by Topgun220 » Fri Apr 07, 2006 2:40 pm

OOC:*cough kruller you there cough*
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Post by Kruller » Fri Apr 28, 2006 10:16 pm

OOC: Yeah....Sorry I just dropped this, got busy with school, work, new girl friend and the sort. I don't know if I'll continue this or not.


Yeah...that was why I was kinda hesitant to take someone else on in the first place, I just kinda have the habit of being busy. On an up note, FINAL EXAMS THIS WEEK! WHOOOHOOO!

Topgun, I'm really sorry I left you hanging, but at least I warned you at the beginning. I've had like zero inspiration for this, but I still have a full post saved on my hard drive from before :P

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Post by Topgun220 » Sat Apr 29, 2006 3:18 pm

OOC: dont worry bout it much if you ever want to pick up on this ill be here to join back in. No problem though good luck on those exams theyre coming for me next month :D
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Kit_Fitsu says:
but awesome at the same time
Niko says:
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