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Post by Nex Terren » Sat Sep 23, 2006 3:53 pm

(OOC thread can be found here)


Commander Creason rubbed his temple nervously. The imperials knew he had it, they had to. Space stations don’t rupture and questions go unasked, and the Imperials knew how to get answers. The only question in his mind was if the Imperials knew where he was heading. He hoped not. He prayed not.

They called it project Ice Moon. Why, Creason hadn’t the slightest notion. At any rate the Empire was furious that it had gotten in rebel hands, and wanted it back as soon as possible. It wasn’t a DeathStar, Creason at least took comfort in that, but it still could turn tides of battle. He wasn’t sure what the details of the project were, but some Givin scientist picked apart the mathematical formulas that governed small shield generators, the kind that protected droids and soldiers, and discovered a way to chop production costs in a fifth. With this either army could practically and effectively equip their soldiers with shields.

It wasn’t a DeathStar, but it was something. Maybe the Empire was too worried looking for that Luke kid to waste effort on searching for Ice Moon.


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“Move! Move! Move!” Explosions rocked the station, all but drowning out the commander’s words. As the sounds lost his words, his fear muddled with excitement fragmented his thoughts. He had to hurry. Time – how much time? Not long. The prototype! Did he have it? Yes, it was there. Explosions. The air was growing thin. Time. Time was running out. He had to hurry...

“Sith spit! They’ve got the blastdoors locked!” A voice yelled at Creason. The battle-weary leader jerked his head towards the barrier that stood erect, refusing to let the rebel soldiers through.

“Teallon!” The leader cried, a hand clawing the sweat away from his brow “Can you get the door open?”

“Get the–?” Teallon shook his head “Blast no! The computer grid went with the first explosion!”

“Then can you hotwire it?” Creason pounded a fist against the door. “Something?”

“This is premium Imperial tech, not hutt work!”

“We have to get this prototype to command! Try!”

Teallon turned towards the darkened control panel, muttering a curse under his breath. He rubbed a calloused hand over his stubbly beard as he opened his mouth to reply. A roar was the only noise that could be heard.

The explosion filled the chamber with a red light, searing creason’s skin. Instinctively, he turned his back to it, trying to escape the fiery claws. He needed to shelter the imperial tech from the blast; he could die, his men could die, he just needed to keep it safe...

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He shook his head, clearing the memories away from his conscious thought. The prototype was safe, for now. Safe aboard a rebel blockade runner in hyperspace. In this dimension nothing could touch them. What he had to worry about was after they left hyperspace.

Commander was a title the Rebellion gave out too easily when it was first forming. They need leaders, and anyone who could command, anyone with a good aim, anyone who volunteered they gave a rank to. His was a commander. He was one of the first to sign up, and his record as an ex-imperial commando earned him the rank he held.

Commando! Pah! He went through training, was stationed on some backwater planet, and then when the Empire needed an excuse for a defeat by a radical military group, they labeled him a traitor. Three years of hiding and merc work later he joined up with the Rebellion. Best thing, and the most stupid thing he ever did.

The Empire were beasts, people who exterminated beings by the thousands because they weren’t human, and because humans were somehow superior. At one time he thought the same, one point of his life he was just like them, and it became part of him.

He despised that part.

Now he commanded rebel commandos. According imperial standards they were just resourceful, well-trained troops, who weren’t able to do full on assaults so they relied on stealth and sabotage. For the Rebellion they were the best of the best, of course that wasn’t saying much for the rag-tag band of idealists.

Most of his men were mercenaries, bounty hunters, and other scum that weren’t good enough to make it in their own world, or those who had scraps of moral to them, and couldn’t stand to see the galaxy under the Empire. Commander Creason was able to teach them the basic skills they lacked, and more importantly form a brotherhood among them, a strong one, but it still didn’t help when you had a legion of stormtroopers at your heals.

Who was he kidding? They couldn’t last a minuet under an entire legion of the Empire’s finest.

The ship unexpectedly lurched, flickering the lighting, and sending the standing commander into a violent fall. Thoughts, explanations, and plans of action attempted to create themselves, but they all fell away in the face of a single question: What...? He hit the floor, and the world about him turned into black.

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Blackness... he thought he heard... heard... something... a voice...

“Well seal it off!” The voice placed a knife in the void. Was that Kale? He thought it was... but who was Kale?

“What did you say? Blast it! They just keep coming!” Teallon. That had to be Teallson. “Blast the Empire! Blast it to witches!”

The commander woke with a start, sitting up form where he lay, and quickly regretting that he did.

“Commander! The Commander ‘s awake!” Creason opened his eyes to find the bridge in panic.

“What...? What’s going on? Status report, now!” The commander stood, steadying a pounding head with a hand. Seal off what? Blast the Empire? What...?

Kale, a youth older than his years, moved to help his leader up. Creason waved him aside. He didn’t need the help; he was more concerned about his pride.

“Stormtroopers, they’re boarding the ship!” The young soldier explained.

“Stormtroo – how? Are we at Rebel Command?”

“No,” Teallson growled “The cursed Imps had a hyperspace mine waiting for us. Took out our engines – apparently you too - and then they boarded us. Never seen that type of hyper-mine before. Must be new. The sensors are getting strange readings...”

“Are they boarding from the starboard or port side?” His question was quick, an edge formed from him feeling as if he had failed his duty when he had gone unconscious. Blasted Imps. Teallson was right. Blast them to the witches of Dathmor.

“Port.” Kale gave a tense sigh, “I don’t know how many they’ve got, but it’s too many.”

“And the prototype?”

“Locked in your chambers, Commander, four guards posted. They’ll have to make it through half the ship and here before they can get to that room.”
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Post by Topgun220 » Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:17 pm

OOC:Just so you guys know I'm alive.


IC: "Hey Sarge what's the name of that hot dame you used to date state side?" Christopher Mercy smiled a as his boot sunk into the foot of snow he was trudging through. "It was Clara, now watch ahead of you Tony or the krauts will pop one in your ass." Chris heard the other ten men in his squad laugh as they slowly proceeded through the forest blanketed by snow. "The Krauts couldn't hit my Italian ass if I painted a bull's eye on it." Tony said with a slight chuckle. Chris was about to laugh when he heard a twig snap somewhere up ahead. He froze and dropped to a nee holding his hand up.

The rest of the squad settled into a kneeling position and Tony raised his BAR to sweep the area ahead. Chris pressed the wooden stock of his thompson against his shoulder and aimed down his iron sights at the origin of the sound. He waited listening for anything, constantly looking infront of him for any movement. A bolt mechanizim begin loaded broke the silence, Chris knew exactly where the sound came from. He raised the muzzle of his thompson towards a tree some fifty or so yards away. He saw the white outline of a German soldier in the tree and imediately pulled down the trigger. He held it in for two seccond releasing a dozen or so rounds that tore apart the tree several shots hitting the sniper. He fell from the tree into the snow below vanishing under the mountain of white.

Chris's heart was beating fast, his body pumping with adreniline he gave a hand signal to three of his men on his right. They moved over to the sniper, one checked the body while the other two looked for any of his buddies still around. "He's a goner sarge, nice shooting." Chris lowered his machine gun and rose giving hand signals to his men to setup a permieter. "Louis get over here with that radio so we can call in that this sector is not secure and that we may need some support." Chris moved up to the German's corpse a knelt down waiting for Louis to reach his position.

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Post by SmokeMare » Sun Sep 24, 2006 1:56 pm

(OOC: I've done alot of reading, I think historical accuracy in this thread is goint to be impossible - so I'm just going to dive in.)

Herman Kessler studied the paperwork in front of him. The Allies had failed to break through the Siegfried Line. This didn't warm his heart though. He thumbed through the papers to current order and read carefully:-

'Unternehmen: Wacht Am Rhein'

The plan was simple, punch through the Allied line, then circle the two armies and destroy them. It had worked for the Russians in Stalingrad, and the conditions were perfect for a similar manouver in the Ardennes.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, except of course, since the Luftwaffe had been effectively grounded they had no intelligence on their enemies and no way of interdicting the enemy supply lines. He hated to admit it, but high command may have gotten it wrong this time. They were deadly serious with intention though, several Panzer divisions, including SS and Waffen SS Panzer divisions...

One way or another it was going to be a bloody battle.

One of his captains strode in at that point and offered a salute, "Heil Hitler!"

He reciprocated and motioned for him to sit down, it was Otto Meader, of the 6th.

' The men are ready, what are our orders commander?'

'High command have sent current orders through, we are to prepare to go on the offensive.'

'Sir, one of our teams in the forest has not reported back, should we take action?'


Kessler drummed his fingers on his desk in thought, and gazed out of the smashed window into the town square.

'Send a patrol out, to sweep the area and make sure the outskirts of town are covered by snipers. I want someone up in the bell tower, send Hans, he's about the best shot here... Where are the Panzers?'

'We have managed to get two Tigers back in action, the reinforcements should be arriving tomorrow, provided they aren't destroyed by allied aircraft.'


It was very real concern, with the Luftwaffe virtually non-existant, travelling convoys were sitting ducks when on the move.

' We are expecting a low fog tomorrow, it should hamper the allies efforts in the air. I want the town secure tonight. '

'Yes sir, Heil Hitler!'

'Heil Hitler!'


He watched Otto stride confidently out the semi-ruined room, he had the air of a man who did not realise the seriousness of their situation. He gazed about the room. Paintings and plush decor hung awkwardly damaged and bullet ridden inplaces. His desk still had debris from the previous nights bombing raid scattered over the top. He had a bad feeling, that unless something drastic happened - they were all going to die, soon.

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Post by Topgun220 » Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:35 am

When Louis reached Chris's position he grabbed the radio from his back. He held it to his head, "Airborne command this is patrol bravo we have made contact with an enemy sniper are we to proceed further, over." A short silence as he waited the response.
"This is Eagle command, Bravo move through the forest and recon the town of Clervaux for a German presence there." Chris sighed and lowered his head.
"Roger Eagle command, Bravo out." He put the radio back in its place. "Alright boys saddle up were going to move up to the town of Clervaux to see if Jerry dropped in for a slumber party." A few groans were heard but everyone fell back into formation as Chris got up and moved out in the general direction of Clervaux.

Something wasn't right though, Chris's eyes cautiously swept the landscape. Everything was white, except for the trees and the occasional rock. As his gaze swept across the area in front of him he caught glimpse of an outline against the white sheet of snow. The outline was a helmet and under the helmet was a German soldier's face looking right at him with his rifle pressed against his cheek aimed at Chris. "Oh shit!" Someone else screamed, Jason from the voice. Shots were fired from all three sides around Chris and his squad.

"Hit the dirt!" They all listened and got on their bellies. Bullets zinged above their heads, Chris held his gun to his cheek and sprayed rounds at the two or three Germans in front of him behind a downed tree. They ducked behind the cover as the bullet sent chunks of tree bark into the air. Chris had to get his squad out of this mess fast, they couldn't go backwards. The Germans had a very nice ambush set up having them in a huge crossfire, if they so much as turned their backs no one would make it out alive. In front however there was some substantial cover, a downed tree, an artillery crater and a large rock off to the side.

Chris grabbed a grenade off his belt and held it in his hand. He quickly pulled the primer and released his grip on the safety lever letting it fly off. He counted in his head One...two...three! and he hurled the grenade just over the tree. There was some shouting in German before the grenade went off flinging three German corpses into the air. "Covering fire!" Chris screamed to his men as he got up and sprinted to the tree. He dove behind it and heard several bullets strike the tree.

He took a second to catch his breath before sitting up and firing a small burst at a few Germans in some brush to his right. Five guys from his squad ran over to his position, one jumped behind the rock, two dove into the crater, and the others joined Chris behind the tree. Tony was next to him slapping another clip into his BAR before rising up and letting loose some major hurt on the Germans. Chris joined him with his Thompson as well as Richard on his left with a M1 Garand. As the rest of Chris's squad came over to him one German popped out of hiding with his submachine gun and opened up on the exposed soldiers. Two of Chris's men fell two feet before they reached him as bullets tore through their back and into their vital organs. Another three soldiers made it behind the cover and the German who shot the two soldiers was quickly put down my the powerful rounds of Tony's BAR.

The remaining Germans said something and started to pull back. No, you guys aren't going anywhere. Chris turned to Matthew, "Send em a farewell present. Matt nodded took a nee next to Chris and aimed down the scope of his Springfield rifle at the fleeing half dozen Germans. He fired and one German dropped. They were getting farther and farther away using the trees to cover their backs. Click clack and another round of death was loaded into Matt's rifle. Another shot rang out and yet another dropped. Another Click clack followed shortly by a shot and only three Germans remained. They were getting farther away, almost too far. Matt hurried the loading process and zeroed in on one of the Germans. When the shot rang out the German's helmet popped off and he dove into the ground. A second later he got up leaving his weapon and ran for his life.

Matt didn't miss often, they were out of range. Chris turned to his Corporal and acting second in command, Ryan. "Ryan how many did we lose?" Ryan took only a second to switch the clips in his M1A1 Carbine before answering. "They got Jason first, put a round into his skull. Then they gunned down Andrew and Robert. John took one in the arm, Doc's looking at him right now."

"I'm fine sir!" Chris heard John yell. Chris personally got up and walked over to his men's bodies. He searched their pockets and took out one note from each of them. He'd send them back to their families along with his own note to them detailing how they had died heroes and died for their country and all that other bullshit. He hated writing letters to the families of the men he lost. It was always the hardest part of a command.

"Louis! I need the-"
"Sir the radio is...um...inoperable." Chris slowly turned to Louis, he nervously pushed up his glasses on his nose. "Sorry sir it did save my life though." It was almost pointless to proceed to Clervaux now, if they got there and found the Germans they couldn't even radio it in. It was unlikely they would make it out alive, especially now since the survivors were running off to tell their friends about Chris and his squad. Besides he'd lost enough men for today. "Alright guys lets move, were heading back to Bastonge for debriefing." Nobody said a word just like nobody said anything when three of the squad's strongest members carried their fallen comrades in a fireman carry all the way back to Bastonge. Not a single word.

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Post by SmokeMare » Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:58 am

Kesslers makeshift office in the ruined mansion house had been turned into a temporary command centre. A huge map of the area laid out over the desk, with a Luger weighting down one side and a dagger weighting down the other.

Herman was studying his compass, measuring lines and marking the map when Otto stormed in, greeting him with a sharp salute, 'Heil Hitler!'

Herman looked up from his map and returned the salute with muted enthusiasm, 'Heil Hitler... What's the problem heir Meader?'

Otto looked gravely at him, 'Heir Kessler, the patrol has returned, they were ambushed in the woods. They were outnumbered and outgunned sir, the Americans must be making a move on the town.'

Kessler rubbed his chin and studied the map, 'Where did the attack occur heir Meader?'

Otto ran his finger along a dotted line indicating a little used path through the forest, 'Somewhere around here, less then a kilometre...'

'Hmmm, send the two Tigers out with a squad of Waffen SS.' He ran his finger around the forest to the clearing before the open farmland, 'And send a half-track with two squadrons out here, past the forest. These men have to be killed or captured - if they radio our positions in the town then we will be bombed before morning. In case we fail to eliminate the threat, pack up our equipment and we will move our base camp to here... Chateau Mu'lon, it's a ruined farmhouse well away from the towns and it's not the closest place for us to go to. Heir Meader - make it happen, Heil Hitler!'

Otto returned the salute and marched quickly out, as he was opening the door Herman Kessler was rolling his maps and gathering his items.

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Post by Nex Terren » Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:44 pm

“The Imperials are board... blast!” The commander stomped a foot. “How far in are they?”

“Just the boarding hallway.” Kale pointed at a map display. “Haven’t made it even halfway down it, but blast! They fight hard.”

Well, that was one piece of good news: if they were just that deep… strategies filled the commanders mind. They had to take advantage of this now, while they still had a chance, but what? The Imperial mind worked through the filters birthed of criminal work and rebel experience.

“Did we try to disconnect the boarding ring?”

Teallson looked up as his commander weary eyed. “Dontcha think we’ve thought of that?”

Creason gritted his teeth. “The docking pressure coils, overload them?”

“Wouldn’t work.” Teallson sighed.

“The emergency docking rejection sequence?”

“You think the Imps didn’t think of that? They’ve encoded it.”

“The docking protection field?” Creason waved his hand about vaguely. “Reverse it?” Kale turned his head questioning, wondering what his leader was implying.

“Reverse the dock’s shield generator Sir? If you don’t mind me asking, what are you talking about?”

“It’s a trick I learned from pirating;” Commander Creason explained, “reversing the docking collision field generator doesn’t do anything practical; the shield collapses in on itself, but it makes the docking sensors go haywire. Sometimes it does the trick and overloads the other ship’s sensors and the security measures act to reject the docking.”

Kale nodded slowly. “That might work. How long would it take them to manually overwrite it?”

Creason shook his head. “Never tried it with Imperial technicians on the other side, but I’m going to take the chance. Teallson, get to it now. Kale, inform our men down there that the air is going to get thin really fast.”

“I’m on it, I’m on it.” Teallson’s gravely voice rumbled forth. “Don’t get your blaster in a jam.”

He crossed the short distance over to a control panel, and began to pound away on it. In only a moment the control panels all over the bridge began to flash a host of reds, blues, and greens. When the ex-commando inquired Teallson shook his head.

“It’s those strange readings I was talking about. They’ve grown worse- there. Field reversed, and...” A moment’s silence. “It did the trick! The boarding is canceled!”

“Great, now we just have to jump this system. Somewhere that they wouldn’t be happy to see Imps. How about Nal Hutta? Navigation? Get on it! Now!” A ‘Yes sir’ was heard, and the navigation officer began to work with the flight computer. A few moments later the officer announced that they were entering hyperspace in three, two, one...

The hyperdrive could clearly be heard working, but the blockade runner didn’t launch into space. Everyone looked towards each other in questioning wonder. What was going on? Creason looked down at a status panel, and it verified they were in hyperspace. It had to be wrong; they clearly weren’t.

“Commander?” Kale looked wide-eyed towards the viewing window. “Commander?”

Creason turned to look out the window. “Yeah? What is it...” The words fell into ash. A tunnel akin to that of hyperspace stretched out before them. It sat there, waiting in real space, oblivious to the fact that according to the laws of physics it shouldn’t be there. Creason was the first one to speak, and when he did his words were slow and deliberate. He was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t care to play by spoken rules.

“What in the name of the Jedi...?”

The tunnel reached over the ship, and swallowed it whole.

(OoC: Next post is Earthside. There ya go SmokeMare!)
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Post by SmokeMare » Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:45 pm

Commander Ford had not anticipated the Rebels move. He stood stock still on his bridge, frowning, "They will not escape! Follow them in!"

"But sir, we're getting all sorts of strange readings from that wormhole - it's not safe!"

"I'll be the judge of that increase speed and.,.... Wha.. What the frell?"

He gazed horror at the bizarrely textured and coloured hyperspace tunnel engulfing the ship, then in a blink of an eye - the two ships had gone...

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Post by Topgun220 » Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:14 am

Chris's squad moved slowly out towards Bastonge, they were almost out of the woods. There was just another ten or so miles between them and Bastonge, but those ten miles were made up of farmland, open clearings and woodland. Farmland was the hardest to move through, you had to have scouts go first to prod for ambushes, there was plenty of cover but that could work both ways. The clearing just ahead however, was a major problem. With virtually no cover they would be completely exposed to enemy fire. Woodland was the best to move through, although the going was slow there was a lot of cover and ambushes weren't as hard to spot.

After ducking under a low branch Chris spotted Matt running towards him. He stopped about ten meters away, the entire squad froze in place. Those carrying fallen comrades laid them on the ground. Matt made several hand signals which translated as 'Enemy halftrack, two german infantry squads due west of this position.' Chris nodded and sent him a few signals of his own telling him to find a good sniping position and await his orders to attack.

Chris called the squad to him, they all huddled close together. "Alright we got a Kraut halftrack with about two dozen men between us and the farmland. We also most likely have some german units chasing our tail. They don't want HQ to know about their base at Clervaux. But if we don't get Hq to send some bombers their way followed up by an assualt then they could have a clear attack line at the allied forces exposed flank which could cause some real havoc if they target our supply lines. So we have to get through the German forces in front of us ASAP otherwise alot of good men could die. Follow me and stay low, drop any extra weight or gear you have. Make sure to get the grenades from them, were going to need them." He nodded towards his fallen men. He didn't like field stripping bodies but when others lives depended on it you had to do what you had to do.

The squad continued to move towards the clearing, it stopped on the edge of the forest staying out of sight of the Germans ahead. They were about a hundred meters away, the halftrack was parked under a tree with its MG pointed at the forest in the general direction of Chris and his men. The two squads of Krauts were arrayed in defensive positions across a long front, they had already dug in with foxholes sporting a few sandbags ontop. Chris shook his head, this was dangerous. He was going to lose a few good men on this if he didn't pull it off right. He called his squad to him again.

"Okay looks like they set the table for us. Ryan take Craig and Doc and move around the far left flank, Louis and Tom you're on me. Tony take John and move to the right flank. When I pop smoke and make a lot of noise you guys need to belly crawl it behind their positions. Get a grenade in the halftrack and hit as many Krauts as you can. Matt should be covering us from somewhere up above. Fall out." The squad split up. Chris waited silently hunkered down out of sight for his men to move into position.

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Post by SmokeMare » Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:39 pm

Captain Heinrich Stappen was leading his group on foot. They'd passed the bodies of their dead comrades some time ago and were pressing forwards, following the snowy tracks, left by the americans.

The Tiger tanks were lagging behind, in this relatively dense forest they were making slow progress, but they would get here. Heinrich was not willing to wait though. He turned and whispered to his Obersturmführer, ' Shhhh, there they are... Look, at the edge of the clearing...'

'Should we attack?'

'No, if we attack now the other unit will be firing directly at us, we'll move over to the east, find some cover and wait until they make their move, then we'll catch them in a cross fire...'

'Tssk! We could finish most of the squad with a grenade...


To add emphasis the junior officer pulled out an M24 and motioned as if to throw it. Hauptsturmführer Stappen shook his head violently, ' This is no time for heroics, we cannot afford to lose more men, we need to be careful and minimise our casualties.'

After a series of hand signals to the Waffen SS following, the group took their position and bedded down into the snow. Soon a dozen MP43's were loaded, cocked and aimed, through the undergrowth and snowy foliage, at the group of allied troopers.

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Post by Nex Terren » Tue Oct 03, 2006 2:35 pm

For the few moments that they were in the wormhole timed seemed to fall into a slumber, and thoughts fell into a dull simplicity. Creason looked at the raging storm of blue, and numbly smiled, or at least thought that he did; the command didn’t reach his face, instead only carelessly searched for it, resulting in tremors that covered his entire being.

Blue. Lightning. Clawing. Terror... The Commander blinked. ...What is this...? The random assembly of thoughts continued. Wormhole. Waiting. Mine. Imperials. His sight blurred as he focused on something he couldn’t see, something just out of reach, something past sanity. Thunder. Drums. Charge. War. He could almost see that object in the distance. It called his name, promising him salvation from the utter chaos he lived in. Salvation? He was sure he knew what the word meant, yet... Realspace. Hyperspace. Viper race. Sniper chase... His mind filled with laughter at his little game. What’s going on...? He felt like the world around him was going to end. He felt like dancing in child-like mirth. He heard death whispering his name. He heard hope calling. Old, new. First, last. Good, bad. End, start...

He finally smiled.

With a roar that sounded like riveted duristeel ripping, the blockade runner returned to realspace. Men were thrown about the bridge, accompanied by screams of terror. The emergency lights flashed to life, providing the only lighting besides a blue planet that loomed before the ship. Creason lifted himself from the ground, ignoring the piercing pain in his shoulder. He looked about, wanting to discover what had happened. A few paces away from him the hulky form of Teallon trembled on all fours, a look of utter horror on his sweat covered face.

“What... was...?” The frightened man asked. It was strange, hearing that mighty roar be filled with so much fear.

“Teallon! On your feet! Teallon! For the love of the Alliance Teal, get on your feet!” Teallon looked up at his commander, fear unforgotten, and stood. He gave a silent nodd, not trusting his voice.

“Sir!” Creason turned about to find Kale already at work at a control panel. “That- that was some type of wormhole we just left! It- it...! Sir, we’re not in known space.”

Creason looked about at his crew, all of whom could stand were getting back to their stations. “Then where the hell are we?”

“I...” Kale searched for what to say. “the stars, that planet, nothing is showing up on the charts, sir,” Creason cursed at this. “But the stars are too dense to even be Wild Space...”

“Kale?” Teallson looked over to Kale, his eyes searching for comfort. “What are you sayin’?”

“We’re... I think we’re… we’re in another galax-” The last of what Kale was about to say was lost in a deep rumble. The blockaded runner shook alongside the rumble, setting off a host of sirens.

“Sir!” An officer shouted over the consuming noise up “We’re entering the planet’s atmosphere. Only engines one and seven are responding, and the landing ***** engine is operating at twenty two percent. We can’t escape the planet’s pull.”

“Noo’gwal!” Creason cursed. “Level off the decent the best you can, full power to the engines... shielding report!”

“Ray shields are offline, but particle shielding is at full.”

The commander shook his head. “Let’s hope they don’t have blasters.”

“Reaching planet’s surface in two minuets.”

“Kale!” Creason cried. “Get that shielding bellow us! Can anyone shut off those blasted sirens?” And so the commands carried on.

The idea had occurred to Creason that there was no point in attempting to save his crew’s lives; they could never make it back to known space. The prototype was as good as gone. He had failed. Defeat. That much hope had been removed from the rebellion. He deserved to die, even though the wormhole hadn’t been his fault.

Time passed, and Creason prayed.

“Ten seconds until impact.”

The surface of the planet quickly came into view, filling the window with its presence. He saw men – humanoids he corrected himself; he didn’t have time to make out if they were human – dotting the surface. In the back of his mind he hoped that he wouldn’t hit them. In the back of his mind he wondered if it mattered if they died. Closer the ship came, closer...

Creason braced himself for the impact.
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You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.

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Post by SmokeMare » Thu Oct 05, 2006 1:07 am

Commander Ford was gripping his command seat in a vice like grip and screaming for the helmsman to 'pull up'. They'd broken atmosphere and were plummetting through the clouds. The scenery below them was snow covered, with trees and buildings about. Where they were they had no idea, they were simply thankful for a breathable atmosphere. The ship roared above a small town and skidded into a densely forested area, snow, mud and trees being flung about like confetti.

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Kessler and Otto were loading some of their gear into the back of a halftrack when the huge hunk of flaming metal carreered overhead.

Otto screamed"Mein Gott!? Was ist das?" Es sieht wie eine fliegende Untertasse aus!"
'My god what is that? It looks like a flying saucer!'

Kessler steadied himself on the side of the vehicle as he watched it slide into the forest, the ground shaking violently, "Es könnte ein neues sein, hat Geheimnis Waffe verbunden, die versagt hat. Erhalten Sie eine Gruppe über zu ihm jetzt! " 'It could be a new, secret allied weapon that has failed. Get a squad over to it, now!'

Soon a squad of German soldiers was picking it's way through the forest, following the devastation - their mausers loaded and cocked.

***

Captain Heinrich Stappen nearly fell over with the shaking ground, snow falling from the trees buried his mena nd partially the allies. Something big had crashed behind them , and he could see another falling tumbling out of the sky behind the halftrack.

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Post by Topgun220 » Wed Oct 11, 2006 6:01 pm

OOC: I havent forgotten about this thread....I WILL post.......eventually

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Post by Topgun220 » Fri Oct 13, 2006 6:42 pm

The Earth shook violently as the fireball crashed, it knocked over trees and tore a path through the ground. Chris was hit by a falling branch, he was rubbing his head looking around for his helmet. He found it....right next to Louis who had been crushed by a tree. He was dead. Tom ran over to Chris and shook him, "Sir! Sir! Sir, comeon the krauts are coming to see what happened. Chris shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Alright lets move." He got up and ran keeping low to the ground at all times. They were able to slip away from the Germans in the chaos. Once they had gotten a safe distance away they stopped. "You see what that was?" Chris asked. It had all happened so fast, he was about to shoot a German manning an MG when the fireball came down.

"I have no clue sarge but I would like to find out."
"But you won't, knowing Matt he is probably already there. If it was an allied plane and there are survivors we'll hear gunshots and come to help. If not, too bad." Tom looked like he wanted to pursue the topic further but he let it drop.

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Matt Kept out of his position a good distance from the German halftrack covered in snow. They were leaving the halftrack and heading for the object that landed. Whatever that was. It might be a new German weapon but it sure as hell isn't ours. Still he began to make his way towards the crash site. He heard Germans getting closer to the crash, Matt stayed away from them. He didn't need an encounter right now.

When Matt arrived on the perimeter of the crash site he dug himself under a felled tree with a great overview of the crater. The craft was strange, he never saw anything in his life like it before. He wasn't sure if even the Germans could come up with something like this. He sighted his scope on what looked like a door to the craft as the first of the Germans advanced on the ship.

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Post by SmokeMare » Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:57 am

Captain Heinrich Stappen scrambled through the snow to the edge of the crater, there were probably two craters he'd heard another crash behind them in the distance. He watched one of his men approach the strange craft.

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Commander Ford was utterly confused. His consoles were exloding and some of his bridge crew were badly injured, he shouted over the chaos, "What the hell is going on here!? Who are those strange men out there?"

Captain Tarnik saluted, his arm covered in blood, "They appear to be human sir, wielding some sort of primative weapons. Should we eliminate them?"

Ford frowned, "No, send out a squad of Stormtroopers, get them to capture one of them, tell them to try to avoid using force."

"Sir!"

Soon a squad of eight troopers was waiting by the hatch.

"TK-477, check the cameras!"

"Sir, there's one right outside the door - he looks like he's trying to get in!"

"Open the door!"

The door slid open and white armoured Stormtroopers broke out, levelling their guns and using their thermal imaging helmets to see the other troops in the snow. The soldier who had been trying to open the door had dived into the snow.

"Okay, let's get this one back in the ship!"

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Post by Topgun220 » Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:46 am

Matt set the crosshairs on the soldiers in bulky white armor with helmets that covered their entire head. He couldn't tell if they were human or some kind of machine like the ones he saw in the movies. His finger drifted to the trigger but he hesitated to fire. They were trying to grab one of the germans from the looks of it. They were running towards him trying to tackle him and grab him. The rest of the Germans were dumbfounded and didn't know what to do, to be honest neither did Matt. He recieved no training to prepare him for this scenario. But his instinct was to defend himself first and that meant sitting tight and not exposing himself to the germans or the new arrivals.

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Post by SmokeMare » Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:03 pm

"Alright, nobody move - we're just going to ask your friend a few questions, then we'll let him go!"

The white armoured men looked sinister, as they pulled the German private into their craft a single shot cracked into one of their white breast plates, knocking him onto his backside. The trooper stood up quickly, levelled his rifle using his thermal vision and unleashed a volley of energy bolts, setting fire to the tree the German Sniper had been using for cover.

The leader with his white paldron held his hands up in a peace gesture, "Please do not fire! Your weapons are unable to damage us anyway, we simply need to ask your friend here some questions!"

Captain Stappen peered at the burning tree, his subordinate now a charred mess... He hated himself for it - but he allowed the white armoured men to drag his other subordinate into their craft.

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