No. You R dead. The meeting has been cancelled. PLEASE pay attention to my eariler posts, there is a huge fleet on the way towards Sol, you are all going to be in it. I intended to write them all at once, then have them all prepared to post, but since you guys are SOOOOO impatient, I';ll paste this one, the only one I have done, in now.
NOTE: the weapons from this post have been altered to fit the Wars. For those interested in the real storyline, refer to the key below:
_----SODA-WARS-----DEFINITION---------------REAL-STORY-----
A&W; Turrets-------------Self-Explanatory---------BFG Turrets (Quake, we love you! :D) _
Carbo Ball--------------Ball of Carbohydrates----(url="http://"http://www.ambrosiasw.com/cgi-bin/vftp/dl-redirect.pl?path=ev/cheats &file;=Fireball%201.1.sea.hqx")Fireball(/url)
ANOTHER NOTE: The Aurora, in my little un-released plug, is big. REEEEEEALLY big. As in, almost-fills-up-screen-in-EV big. Well, I haven't made the spin yet, so I'm not sure if I can do that. But seriously, it's about 2 miles long, and 5 miles wide. Long story 'bout how he got it. Hint: "Shuttle" found an important hyperlink, which Dragon now uses to get to his own system... Ever wonder about the history of the Zapheeds?
EVEN ANOTHER NOTE: The story uses the element that I have included in many of my chronicles: A ship flying on Zapheed status. The captain is hooked directly into the ships power, diverting all energy to his own body, This allows the ship to follow the commands he thinks, effectively cutting the average reaction time to 1/4 its normal speed. The catch: The pilot takes all damage that the ship would take, which has been known to cause severe emotional, mental, and physical pain. Only a chosen few have ever achieved this great status, though many have died trying. It is rumored that these extraterrestrials descended from the gods themselves Which does have some basis in truth, owing to the fact that the original pilots were the Arubian rulers of the past. Some say that these celestial figures interbred with mankind, and that these modern humans were, in fact, their present-day equals
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Dragon stepped out of the hovershaft and slowly walked down the catwalk towards the small cockpit, 500 feet above the bustle of activity on the deck below. Facing the huge glass "dome," his back to the main deck and central area of the ship, he looked out across the vast expanse of stars.
His mate called up from below, "All systems go for launch, sire."
Staring out into space, Dragon reviewed the ships stats, figuring its strengths and weaknesses. Two long, downward-curving wings out to each side, each covered with 342 A&W; turrets. Another two extended from below and above, carrying the Aurora's vast expanse of secondaries. And then the central part of the ship, an oblong oval, with the deadly Carbo-ball launcher below.
Finally, Dragon reached the small, egg-shaped glass bubble. Opening the hatch, he slipped into the captains seat and stroked the controls. Sighing, he remembered the days before the Empire, the days of peace and happiness... Sitting there for a while, he relaxes back, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts.
He was brought out of his trance as the hanger bell sounds, and the blue shield surrounding the ships drew back, causing the fleet to float freely through space. Pulling the comlink down from above his head, Dragon ordered his fleet to de-activate all manual controls. They did so, in mutual understanding of what was about to happen next. After putting the mike down, he slowly unscrewed the dashboard. Pulling away the mass of wires and cabling, he came to a single, black switch installed in the wall. Looking at it, he remembered the day he found the link to Arubia, and when he was crowned their king after the battle. Slowly, as if time had stopped, he flicked the switch.
Energy poured through the seat, escalating into a fury of power. Onlookers below gasped as the cockpit glowed with a cryptic blue aura. As Dragon let himself flow into the familiar stream of light, he felt himself become one with the ship, a central part of the bustle of electricity. But within that electricity, within the steel wires, there was a magic, a burning sense of wonder, that had been present since the reign of its original pilots, the Zapheed kings of days long past.
Buckled tight in the seats frame, he yanked the throttles forward and cut the mike in two. He wouldnt be needing it. Not for this last battle, the battle that would decide the fate of the Galaxy forever. The Alliance was collapsing, the RJE would soon gain control. His people needed him. With one last glance at his broken comlink, his only connection to the outside world, Dragon pushes the twin pulsators, sending the Aurora and her fleet into a battle the Universe would never forget
20 minutes later, all RJE readouts were completely packed with black ink. The commanders said it was a printer problem, but the privates feared the Prophecy, the Prophecy that a mystical force would overthrow the tyrants
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Please ignore the fleet of ships that just appeared in the Torgo system, Im working on the next segment. Should be done tomorrow, at least.
Thanx for reading all this!
Your other option was a total existance failure, but I picked the hung since there are more options for figuring out ways around it.
Well, at least I don't see that many Soda Wars participators on this board.