Okay here is the second attempt to get this thing going, hopefully we will be able to avoid and more huge problems.

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A Concise History Of The Conflict

2240 - Human race makes formal first contact with the Brox

2241 - Brox homeworld of Zarbroxx invaded and captured
- Terran Star Empire begins to formulate as moderate members of
Earth's
governing council are pushed aside by more militant interests

2242 - Other three sentients discovered by deep space cruisers/probes
- Hunn'stach and its support colony Arra'tos are quickly annexed

2243 - Calan colony worlds are captured, homeworld falls within three months
- Support for the 'new order' on Earth grows amongst powerful
industrial
conglomerates who relish the potential of resource filled worlds and
an unlimited supply of virtual slave labour

2244 - Militants complete final purges of moderates from Earth's government
- Terran Navy begins its campaign against the Sauridians

2245 - Sauridia finally annexed after nearly nine months of intense fighting
- Both Sauridian colonies fall soon after homeworld's surrender
- Terran Navy suffers its worse recorded casualties yet (including the
notorious Farazon Campaigns) with 265 warships destroyed or disabled
and over 200,000 officers and crew reported lost

2246 - The Terran Star Empire is officially formed
- Central Command formally replaces Earth's governing body
- Terran Navy becomes the Colonial Navy, its primary commission to
defend Earth's annexed holdings and deter against any dissention
- Mass production of Naval warship platforms begins at Luna's shipyards

2247 - Central Command purges the last vestiges of dissention from Earth's
now-defunct original ruling government

2248 - The Empire firmly establishes control over much of the known galaxy
- Use of slave labour in the annexed outer rim results in record
industrial production and solidifies Central Command's hold on power

2249 - uprising begins on Zarbroxx and quickly spreads to most of planet
- Empire forces routed and forced to temporarily evacuate Zaphod system
- Slave revolts begin in most of the Empire's annexed outer rim

2250 - The Weave is formed with the Brox and Hunn'sta its founding members
- Calan and Sauridians soon join as The Uprising begans in earnest
- Full scale war commences between the Empire and the fledgling alliance

2251 - Empire military supremacy forces the production of The Weave's first
dedicated warships, the Argosy class destroyer and the Tavora class
Attack Cruiser, which helps score a major Weave offensive in the
Yemuro system. Other new ship designs are soon fielded as the
conflict intensifies
- Central Command commissions powerful new warship platforms which
counter many of The Weave's initial battlefield successes

The year is 2252, the war between the Weave Alliance and the Terran Star Empire has entered a lull. Terran forces, reeling from their sudden defeat during the Uprising, have retreated to their inner colonies to lick their wounds. Meanwhile the represenatives of the former Terran slave races meet on the Brox world of Palshife to solidify their oposition to the Terrans. Unbeknownst to all, a new leader has arisen among the scattered groups of pirates and freebooters in the galaxy. United behind one banner the Pirates have become a major force in the escalating Galactic Conflict.

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Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far dirves the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth

Blackthorne Station - Blackthorne Corporations Board of Directors
"As all members can see, the newly unified fleets allow us several options. The Futures Division has drawup several plans that we can put into operation. Informatin regarding our options has been uploaded to each members screen. Please take a look."

As the members of the Board of Directors read over the proposal, some looked unhappy, since it would expose their particular worlds to attack, while otherwise some looked overjoyed at the fact it would expand their personal control.

"While these options are slightly risky, they give the best projections for long term expansion. If all members could now vote."

As each member voted, Chairman Rivay looked over the projections. If things went according to the medium succes projections, things would still turn out very well.

"Now that approval has been given, the Defence Division has asked for an appropriation of funds to upgrade all ships under our control. Projections show the upgrade will improve our forces fighting ability several fold. I expect you will all agree with me."

The directors quickly voted, and funds were diverted to upgrade the fleets light warships.

"All matters needing attending to have been dealt with, and this meeting is now called to a close. All members please be present at the next meeting."

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-40,000,000 for Corvette Upgrade
ETA 35 posts

OOC:Pirate fleets will be coming later today(that's later on Monday for me)

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If someone makes a mistake, it is not my fault. I will however use it to my advantage.

Voted most likely to be a serial killer by Insane Asylum - 2002

OOC:I’m just going to assume that asriel more or less gave me the same orders. If I’m wrong, I”ll just edit it.

Admiral S’veth Nighol was browsing over an enormous star chart of the entire galaxy when a sharp knock on the portal interrupted him. Nighol opened the door to see a young ensign. He seemed very excited that he would have the privilege of speaking to the Admiral, however shortly. “Sir” he began,”Communications has received a transmission from Weave President Vaten. He has sent you your orders. Here they are, Sir.” Nighol looked down at the sealed package. He took it off of the ensign. “Thank you, Ensign.” With that, he closed the portal. He grunted as he sat down in his chair, as it was nowhere near as comfortable as what you would find anywhere else. Fortunes of war. What do you expect? he thought to himself. He opened up the sealed package, and scanned its contents. He powered up his communications terminal that would route his message to where it needed to go.

To: Weave President Vaten
From: Adm. Nighol
Subject: Various
Priority: Moderate
Encryption: High

President Vaten, I agree entirely with the orders that you have issued. I shall defend Tiber to the last man. Perhaps you will be able to convince our Sauridian allies to strike at Olympus as well, as that system is poorly defended too. I suggest you order our scientists to research the Fighter Upgrade they have been babbling about; from what I've been able to piece together about it, it seems very useful. Also, regarding if you choose to the Weave Fighter Upgrade, will my fighters need to dry dock for a day or two to be upgraded? Or will I receive a shipment of Lasers that my technicians will be able to mount on them? There is more that I would like to say to you using real time equipment, channel AIM, frequency 156.694.34.DX. I shall hold at Tiber for now.

End Transmission

Nighol checked his message for grammatical errors, as the perfunctory task of proofreading that had been drilled into him years ago on Earth kicked in. He then sent it off to the communications module on his ship. It was then beamed to Palshife. Nighol checked the chronometer on the wall, and then set it to Palshife Capital Time. He realized that Vaten had probably already gone to sleep, so it was unlikely that he would read it until he woke up the next morning. Nighol set course towards the subspace communications station, on the bridge. He asked the comms officer to set up for an all ships broadcast. He then addressed the various ships under his command. He ordered,”Attention all Weave ships. This is Admiral Nighol. I am issuing new orders to all of you. If Tiber is attacked, all ships with torpedoes will line up at minimum effective firing range, and Attack Cruiser will move slightly off to the side. After torpedoes have been fired, we will unload all fighters and advance forward, keeping the Beam Cruiser's laser end in front. Fire missiles when in range, and destroy as many ships as possible. Remember that if at all possible, evade those torpedoes, and don’t come into range of the neutrons until necessary. That is all.” With a hand signal to the comms officer, the transmission was cut off. He then made a brief stop in the communications module, meant for interstellar communication.

To: Chairman Rivay
From: Admiral Nighol, chief of Weave Forces
Subject: Truce, Possible Alliance
Priority: Moderate
Encryption: High
Pirates - I am willing to talk with you about the terms of a possible truce, perhaps even an alliance. As a gesture of goodwill, I have ordered my forces not to arrest any pirates for the next week, unless they are actively breaking the law. Please reply at your convenience.

End Transmission

Then the Admiral retired to his quarters.

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The Thunderhead Lance and Ion Cannon: Coming to an outfitter near you!

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"You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose. But you cant pick your friends nose."- Me

(This message has been edited by TheLonePenguin (edited 08-05-2002).)

(This message has been edited by TheLonePenguin (edited 08-06-2002).)

Every person in the large council chamber rose to their feet as Chairman Vehn Dorja walked through the large double doors of it's entrance. Walking around the large circular table in the center of the room the Chairman took his seat in the chair farthest from the entrance and began uploading the information from his datapad into the terminal in front of him. After the rest of the council had also taken their seats he began to speak, "Members of the Council, we have assembled here today to discuss the new fleet distributions and reorganization of our Colonial Navy for the coming year."

With a small wave of his hand Vehn activated the large Holo-Display showing the galactic map at the center of the room. "As you can see the Navy has been reorganized into five new fleets to be stationed in the following systems." As he said this the Holo-Display zoomed in on the systems of the Terran Star Empire, four of the systems were hilighted as information on the five fleets was displayed on the terminals in front of each council member.

Alpha Fleet: Centauri
2 Neutron Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
8 Interceptors
6 Gunboats
Beta Fleet: Eridani
2 Neutron Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
8 Interceptors
6 Gunboats
Gamma Fleet: Tau Ceti
2 Neutron Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
8 Interceptors
6 Gunboats
Delta Fleet: Capella
2 Neutron Cruisers
2 Missile Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
12 Interceptors
12 Gunboats
Theta Fleet: Pollux
2 Neutron Cruisers
2 Missile Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
12 Interceptors
12 Gunboats

As the Council members scrolled through this information on their terminals Chairman Dorja continued with his briefing. "With this configuration we will have an extremely mobile and effective fighting force able to respond quickly to any attacks made on our systems, and at the same time have ships within striking distance of enemy systems at all times."

After another few hours the meeting wound to an end and the assembled council members slowly went their separate ways. Perhaps the only other item of note had been the allocation of $20M to begin upgrading the engines of the Empire's starfighter core.

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Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far dirves the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth

Chairman Rivay looked at the message from the Weave commander and let out a smile. He quickly composed a reply.

Message To: Chairman Rivay, Blackthorne Corporation
Message From: Admiral Nighol, chief of Weave Forces
Subject:
Encrypted
The Blackthorne Corporation is willing to hold a cease fire with the Weave for the time being. We will reconsider the state of affairs at a later date. Leave us alone, and we will leave you alone.
Message Ends

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Corvette Upgrade ETA: 31 posts

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Corporation Fleets
Darven Defence Fleet
6 Tyrants
37 Corvettes

Core World Defence Fleet
2 Tyrants
2 Kestrels
12 Corvettes

Reclamation Fleet #1 - Based at Blackthorne
1 Flagship Tyrant
7 Tyrants
16 Corvettes

Reclamation Fleet #2 - Based at Evildrome
9 Tyrants
18 Corvettes

Reclamation Fleet #3 - Based at Privateers Haven
3 Tyrants
9 Corvettes

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If someone makes a mistake, it is not my fault. I will however use it to my advantage.

Voted most likely to be a serial killer by Insane Asylum - 2002

OOC: Penguin? What precisely are you doing? You started in the Ov'ron system, for one thing. At least, I thought you had.

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I can't write much now, so I'll just post my research and shipbuilding.

Title: Escort Carrier (Tiber defense fleet)
Price: $13.5M
ETA: 5 posts

Title: Weave Fighter Upgrade
Cost: $25M
ETA: 50 posts

More coming later...

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Sgt. Jager looked up from his desk on some frigit, hrm, he thought, no new orders, no idea where he is going or why.

OCC: Where am I? Do I have a fleet. I know I have a ship

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Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease
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On the command deck of the Beam Cruiser Endurance, in high orbit over the Calan planet, President Merlin distributes orders among his fleet.

Calan fleet commanded by Merlin Trilar (Kylethekender545), in high orbit over Calanar:

1 modified Beam Cruiser, Flagship Endurance = 14 mil
2 Tavora class Attack Cruisers = 16.4 mil
2 Weave Argosy class Destroyers = 8 mil
6 Calan Destroyers = 16.8 mil
(Fighters carried/included):
4 Stingrays (Endurance)
8 Mantas (Attack Cruisers)
12 Calan Heavy Fighters (Calan Destroyers)

orders:

In the immediate time after any arrival of a Terran fleet, have all ships under strict orders to retreat out of range of the neutron turrets on the neutron cruisers. Orders are to engage capital ships out of the range of the neutron blasts. The Endurance will have special orders upon any occurrence. The Endurance will be flanked by the two attack cruisers, and engage capital ships. Fighters are to spread into formation pursue capital ships individually, but avoid any neutron turrets. Mantas and stingrays are responsible for supporting the destroyers against enemy fighters.

Colony defense fleet orders:

Avoid entering range of Neutron Cruisers and concentrate all fire on capital ships individually.

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Go Red Sox, Go Bruins, Go Celtics, Go Patriots.

Quote

Originally posted by TheLonePenguin:
Bob was sitting at the helm of his Victory class Beam Cruiser when the alert klaxons go of. Bob leaps on to his feet. "Ensign Bill status!" Bob yells "Sir" He began "it is just my coffie pot." Bob feeling stupid realised he hasent left the space port. So he alerts his crew that "we will be takeinng off soon." So he did and set a cource for Turin. Palshife--- > Persaphone---> Turin. he lands and goes to the bar to get sone nibos in his belly when the Turin outfitters walk in and Drag him off. They tell him that they intercepted a message stating "We... Pirates...end..." "that is all we could decypher" says one of the outtfiters. "I still dont know what you mean." Says Bob. "WE MEAN THAT IS ALL WE COULD MAKE OUT OF THE ENCRYPTION!!!!!!!" "And your point is..." "WE THINK YOU SHULD HAVE A LOOK!!!" "If someone took the time to encrypt it then they dont want any of us to see it so I wont take a look" Bob walks off to the The Penguin and sends a message.
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To: Whom it may concern
From Bob Penguin
Subject: Turrin Outtfiters
Piroity: Med
Encryption: None
Whom it may concern, Your outtfiters are picking just anyone off the barand showing them a message that doesnt concern them, So please give the outtfiters half pay this year.
END MESSAGE
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Then bob sits in the bar drinking his 34 round of nibos.
After that Bob sends a message to the head of the empire
To:Terran Pres
From Bob Penguin
Subjest: Tech trade
Priorty: High
Encryption:High
Dear Terran Presadent, I would like to do a tech trade with you i give you a hunstaa warship and you give me something in return. Do we have a deal? Reply ASAP
END MESSAGE

Moderation: You are a moron.

Quote

Originally posted by above stated moron, edited for spelling (not sense):
Bob was sitting at the helm of his Victory-class beam cruiser when the alert klaxons go off. Bob leaps on to his feet. "Ensign Bill, status!" Bob yells.

"Sir," he began, "it is just my coffee pot." Feeling stupid, Bob realises he hasn't left the space post, so he alerts his crew that they will be taking off soon, and they did. They set a course for Turin, via Palshife and Persephone. Bob lands, and goes to the bar to get some Nibos, when the Turin outfitters walk in and drag him off. They tell him that they intercepted a message stating: "We... pirates... end..."

"That is all that we could decipher," says one of the outfitters.

"I still don't know what you mean," says Bob.

"We mean that that is all we could make out of the encryption!"

"And your point is...?"

"We think you should have a look!"

"If someone took the time to encrypt it, then they don't want any of us to see it - so I won't take a look." Bob walks off to The Penguin and sends a message.

To: Whom it may concern
From: Bob Penguin
Subject: Turin Outfitters
Priority: Medium
Encryption: None

To whom it may concern,
Your outfitters are picking anyone out of the bar and showing them a message that doesn't concern them, so please give the outfitters half pay this year.

(end message)

Then, Bob sits in the bar drinking his 34th round of Nibos. After that, Bob sends a message to the head of the Empire.

To: Terran Chairman
From: Bob Penguin
Subject: Trade
Priority: High
Encryption: High

Dear Terran Chairman,
I would like to do a trade with you. I will give you a Hunn'sta warship, and you will give me something in return. Do we have a deal? Reply as soon as possible.

(end message)

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-Lyat Esponer Corsair

(This message has been edited by SilverDragon (edited 08-05-2002).)

Quote

Originally posted by asriel:
**OOC: Penguin? What precisely are you doing? You started in the Ov'ron system, for one thing. At least, I thought you had.

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I can't write much now, so I'll just post my research and shipbuilding.

Title: Escort Carrier (Tiber defense fleet)
Price: $13.5M
ETA: 5 posts

Title: Weave Fighter Upgrade
Cost: $25M
ETA: 50 posts

More coming later...
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OOC: Hey, it's not my fault if i couldnt understand your post. And what is wrong with my post? "Penguin? What precisely are you doing?" i have a plan...

ok ill start a new, froget my earlyer post
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Bob orders his fleet to fly 500 meters from the athmosphere of Hunn'stach and scan any landing craft that comes out of the systems Arra'shta and Curzon. Bob gets on the comlink to his fighters "Blast any terran ship you see and make sure they dont get close to Hunn'stach. Then Bob goes to his qurters to sleep.

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"You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose. But you cant pick your friends nose."- Me

Admiral Nighol woke from his sleep. He gazed out of the viewport, down towards the shipyards of Tiber. His entire fleet held a geosynchronous orbit over the shipyards below. The only thing that makes this place worthwhile is those shipypards he thought. I guess that's why I'm stationed here. He checked the progress report on his new Escort Carrier below. The hull had been completed, and 3 pulse turrets had been added over night. Only 1 of the missile racks had been installed as of yet, but all the Mantas and half of the Stingrays had already been completed on the production line. Now all they needed to do was install the huge shield generators, the engines, the rest of the pulse turrets, and the fighter bays. It was a rather prodigious rate that the workers were going at. There were three shifts of round the clock workers always toiling on the ship. Soon Nighol found himself thinking it will be ready. And then, my fleet shall be augmented so that we can strike at Ruby, and the Sauridians at Olympus. I pity the humans that surrender at Olympus.

To: President Vaten
From: Adm. Nighol
Subject: Orders
Priority: Moderate
Encryption: Medium

President Vaten, I reccomend a strike at Ruby with our fleet, and a strike at Olympus with the Sauridian fleet. Either that, or let the Sauridian fleet strike at both, and we shall hold at Mentos to stave off attackers. I suggest a real time holo chat via AIM frequency 3.141562.432.XC at your convienence.

End Transmission

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The Thunderhead Lance and Ion Cannon: Coming to an outfitter near you!

Terran Star Empire: Military Budget.
Balance- $20M

Production Order:
Lunar Military Shipyards
Title: Missile Cruiser
Price: $8.00M
ETA: 3 Posts

Title: Missile Cruiser
Price: $8.00M
ETA: 6 Posts
-=End=-

Research & Development
Title: Upgrade Fighter Stardrives
ETA: 45/50 Posts

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Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far dirves the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth

Admiral Nighol woke from his sleep. He walked over to his viewport, and he saw the gleaming lights emanating from the shipyard. He called up a status report on the new Escort Carrier being built at the shipyards. He saw that in the last two days of work, the missile racks had been installed, the last 5 pulse turrets had been completed, the shield generators had been brought to maximum efficiency, and the fighter bays had been installed. Rather literally, the only thing that kept it from leaving the shipyards were the engines. He knew there must be swarms of mechanics and technicians working on the engines. The only answer that has yet to be devined he thought is it's name. What shall I call it? Ahh yes, I know. I'll call it the Eviscerater. Then, Nighol went back to his star chart.

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The Thunderhead Lance and Ion Cannon: Coming to an outfitter near you!

The Road To War

Tiber system, 1450

It was time. The final attack. Who would survive this war, Vaten did not know. Whether the Pirates would sweep up the bits of the Terran Star Alliance and the Weave...or whether they would all simply perish in the devastating fighting he foresaw. But whatever the outcome, it had to be done. Vaten had conferred with all his advisors, and with the leaders of all four member races by trimensional viewer. It must be done.

The Weave Alliance fleet lifted off from Tiber, headed for the Mentos system. As it approached the entry point, space seemed to stretch until it no longer had any depth whatsoever. Each Weave ship sped up, faster and faster, finally turning into a pinpoint speck of light far in the distance, like a far-away star, and disappearing.

Sauron system, 1312

The clan elders had reached much the same conclusion as the Human, and, oddly enough, had done it completely of their own accord. They generally vehemently disagreed with Sa'amo Vaten's beliefs and orders, but had reached the conclusion that this had to be done, no matter what the casualties. Casualties. The word was ingrained into the Sauridian warrior's head from the very first fight. Sauridians fought to die for their clan's honor. They would see who would get the honor this time. It was they, or the brutish Terrans; and the elders of the Sauridian clans were determined.

Ten Raachaak battle dragons and thirteen Cobra laser ships lifted off the surface of Sauron, on course to rendezvous with the Weave Alliance fleet in Mentos. The elders could not even rest easy in the fact that the Weave Alliance fleet was being commanded by a true Weave member. Even the Human's finest general, S'veth Nighol, was a Terran, just like Vaten himself. The elders were mad enough to spit. They could not stop fate, however...and so let destiny take its course. As the Sauridian fleet disappeared into hyperspace, the elders called another meeting to decide what to do about "that Human leading us."

Calan system, 2304

On the aqueous planet of Calanar, a final celebration was being held to send the Calani fleet off to war. Little did they know what was in store for them, naive warmakers as they were. On the surface of the planet, all seemed normal, but the fleet was waiting out of sight, just behind...

On a prearranged signal, the fighters flew out, and in a spectacular display of showmanship, the expert Calani pilots completely dazzled the watching crowd. And then, suddenly as the order had come, it was time for the fleet to depart.

The fleet of shiny Weave and Calani ships slowly made its way away from the pilot, until, to the astonishment of the spectators (most of whom had never seen a ship in their lives), each ship became a speck of light and disappeared.

Ov'ron system, 0123

The magnificent Hunn'sta fleet was setting off to war. The target: Polaris. As the formidable combination of Hunn'sta Warships and Weave Alliance ships moved out into the bleak darkness of space, millions cheered on the surface. And then, suddenly, the fleet was gone. To Propus.

Zaphod system, 0505

Brox President Finuel Korlin was decidedly not happy. He heartily disagreed in general with any decision made by Sa'amo Vaten, but, like the Sauridian elders, had come to realize that it was necessary. The orders to all the member races had gone out at the same time, and each was moving. The Terran Star Alliance would be caught from all four directions, and, hopefully, be crushed. In his trimensional meeting with Vaten, he had expressed with vehemence his problems with the plan...and had been suitable rebuffed by the President. Vaten was simply not going to have any opposition to what he believed to be "the right thing."

The fleet moved out from Zarbroxx, gleaming in the light of the far-away sun. Korlin was still not happy, but he had made the decision not to challenge Vaten just yet. This was not the time. But it would come. It would come.

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Mentos system, 1800

The combined Sauridian-Weave fleet now numbered 42 ships. Deploying all the fighters, that number was increased to 81. The Weave and Sauridians would crush the Terrans under sheer force of numbers. Satisfied with the formation, the fleet jumped into the Antares system...

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Yemuro system, 0746

The Brox fleet jumped into the system and released all fighters, bringing the number of ships in the fleet to 45. The fleet stormed the planet...

Propus system, 0320

Pinpoints of light appeared in the Polaris system. The defenders, thinking it was their Terran protectors, just went around their normal routine.

Suddenly, the sky blacked out. Looking up, the residents of Northstar realized that there were nine Hunn'sta and Weave cruisers over their heads. Deploying their fighters, that number suddenly changed to 41...

Capella system, 0100

The fleet stationed in Capella was not ready for anything of the magnitude that suddenly appeared in their system. Over 25 gleaming Calan and Weave ships had entered their territory, having previously released their fighters. Firing all ordinance at the startled Terran fleet, the Calan advanced...

Antares system, 2000

The combined Sauridian-Weave fleet stormed Antares, blowing every isolated Patrol Ship out of the sky. Unloading the fighters' missiles, the devastation started...

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OOC: The ellipsi mean that the attack will be continued by the player who would normally command the fleet. I did get everyone's involved permission to do this, if anybody's wondering.

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RESEARCH AND CONSTRUCTION
Title: Escort Carrier, Eviscerator (Tiber defense fleet)
ETA: COMPLETE

Title: Weave Fighter Upgrade
Price: $25M
ETA: 44 posts

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The Weave fleet reverted back into real space in the Mentos system. With a flicker, the first Destroyers popped out. Then the rest of the fleet. The Destroyers immediately set up a perimeter. The rest of the ships began doing one of their two objectives in the Mentos system: deploying their fighters. With each departure, there was a resounding thump throughout the entire hull. When all 50 fighters had been deployed, the fleet waited a little longer. While the pilots would be cramped on their journey to the Antares system, they would it was a rather necessary discomfort.

The Sauridian fleet reverted into real space, and they turned towards the Weave fleet. “Hail them” S’veth Nighol commanded. “Yes, Admiral” was the terse reply from the comm officer. S’veth looked at the forming image of a hulking Sauridian. An impressive sigh he is indeed thought Nighol. “Admiral” he began,”I know you will not trust me. But President Vaten has seen it fit to appoint me in charge of this joint operation. Please, suspend your hatred and loathing of me for the entirety of this operation. I ask no more of you.” Sauridians were known for their intransigent stance on outsiders. The Admiral was no exception. “Human” he hissed,”My race doezn’t like you but the High Command has placed me under you, so I will follow you. Lead our shipz well, human or else.” With that, the Sauridian terminated the connection. Nighol turned towards the helm station. “Navigation, is our course set?” “Yessir” came the reply. “Communications, upload our course to the entire fleet. Helm, take us out.” Together, the combined might of the Sauridian and Weave fleets jumped towards the Antares system.

Sometime later

The patrol was very lonely. Surrounded by space in every direction, the attack frigate was the Antares’s systems current watchdog. It’s shift was ending in only 15 more minutes. The commander on the frigate was very bored. He itched to get down to the bars on the Antares system, as it had been pay day just yesterday and he had a ton of credits to spend. He ordered Helm to take one last orbit, and then they would dock at the starport below. When the Frigate came around to the point one would use to jump to the Menthos system, a huge pulse of energy came. “Sir!” the alarmed sensor operator said,”Sir! We have multiple Weave contacts! 1 Beam Cruiser, 3 Escort Carriers, 10 Battle Dr-” “Silence, ensign!” shouted the commander. “Comm, beam the planet, request assistance. Weapons, choose the nearest target, and fire at will.”

The fighters served their purpose. The fighters launched a huge volley of 156 missiles at the Frigate. All their missiles streaked towards the Frigate. A great many of them veered away were either shot down by the Frigate, but more than 140 of them hit the Frigate. Under the onslaught, the entire Frigate broke up. Massive secondary explosions resulted, but were quickly finished as the only oxygen they could consume leaked into space. The Bridge was no more than space dust, and the engines no longer fired. The only damage it had been able to do was fire 3 torpedoes. Only 2 of them hit their target.

The Battle for Antares had begun.

Admiral Nighol quickly called for the comm station to begin jamming the entire system.

The fighters, as had been planned, quickly returned to their carriers. The mechanics and technicians were waiting to rearm them there. Within 5 minutes, the entire fighter wing on each Escort Carrier had been rearmed with their missiles. Within 10 minutes, the 3 wings had launched. And within 15 minutes, the Defense fleet had finally scrambled. The fighters chose another more promising target this time - a Missile Cruiser. The fighters closed to maximum range and unleashed another onslaught, this time backed up by all of the Cobras. They all launched their missiles, and then they soared away.

However, the enemy had missiles too.

Under the barrage of neutron torpedoes and long range missiles, 3 Weave Destroyers broke up. But now the enemy was out of ordinance. The Destroyers and Escort Carriers combined easily took out another Cruiser - this time a Neutron. The Cruisers in return took out 2 Cobras and 2 Mantas. The resulting Neutron Cruiser’s explosion took out 40% of a nearby Battle Dragons shields.

Admiral Nighol powered up his communications terminal. He called for the jamming to end for a 2 minute period, and then sent two quick messages.

To: President Vaten
From: Adm. Nighol
Subject: The Battle of Antares
Priority: Low
Encryption: High

Sir, we have engaged the enemy at Antares. Everything is proceeding as expected. Antares will be ours within 3 days.

End Transmission

To: Weave Forces
From: Adm. Nighol
Subject: Orders
Priority: Urgent
Encryption: High

Do not hesitate to blast the enemy forces if they demonstrate any hostility. I’m sending a truce now. The enemy is out of ordinance; we are not. Use all necessary force to disable, repeat, disable and cripple enemy vessels if circumstances dictate so.

End Transmission

To: Empire Fleet
From: Adm. Nighol
Subject: Surrender - yours
Priority: Urgent
Encryption: None

Surrender, and I will protect you from the Sauridians. Don’t, and let’s just say the Sauridians are hungry.

End Transmission

Fleet Status:
Weave:
Battle Dragons - 9 @ 100%, 1@ 60%
Laser Ships - 11 @ 100%, 2 destroyed
Beam Cruiser, flagship WSS Trimension @ 95%
Escort Carriers - 3 @ 90%
Weave Destroyers - 10 @ 75%, 3 destroyed
Mantas - 24 @80%, 2 destroyed
Stingrays - 26 @ 85%

Empire:
Neutron Cruisers - 1 @ 30%, 1 destroyed
Missile Cruisers - 1 @ 25%, 1 destroyed
Attack Frigate - 1 destroyed
Patrol Ships - 3 destroyed, 1 disabled
1 Gunboat - 1 crippled

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The Thunderhead Lance and Ion Cannon: Coming to an outfitter near you!

Capella: 0102

As the Calan fleet materalized out of hyperspace the small colony world's defense fleet broke orbit and assembled into a tight formation to launch fighters. When the large enemy fleet came into range both sides began exchanging long range weapons fire. Combined Neutron Torpeado and Missile Barrages turned one unfortunate Argosy Destroyer into molten slag while the two Terran Capitol ships began to absorb massive attacks of their own. Their shields down to nearly 30% the defesnse fleet scattered in disaray and fled back to the planet... Calan ships close on their tails. At the very moment the Weave ships caught up to the defense fleet just inside the planets gravity well the massed ships of Delta Fleet fell on them like a pack of wolves. Forming a protective semi circle around the badly mauled defese fleet Delta Fleet's Neutron and Missile Cruisers bagan unloading massive salvoes of missiles and N Torpedoes while the Faster Attack Frigates supported by two squadrons of fighters closed in for the kill.

Delta Fleet
2 Neutron Cruisers
2 Missile Cruisers
6 Attack Frigates
12 Interceptors
12 Gunboats

Capella Defense Fleet
1 Neutorn Cruiser (Heavily Damaged)
0 Missile Cruiser (1 Destroyed)
2 Interceptors (2 Destoryed)
0 Gunboats (2 Destroyed)

Calan Fleet
1 Beam Cruiser Flagship
2 Tavora Cruisers (1 medium Damage)
1 Argosy Destroyer (1 Destroyed)
5 Calan Destroyers (1 Destroyed)
2 Stingrays
6 Mantas (2 Destroyed)
12 Calan Fighters
(Edit: forgot stats)
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Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far dirves the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth

(This message has been edited by Vice Admiral Ipvicus (edited 08-06-2002).)

Antares

Antares' belagured defense fleet was using the time given to them supposedly to "think over their surrender" to regroup and get what little feild repair work done as they could. After about 15 minutes the Weave commander obviously felt he had waited long enough, the combined enemy fleet, which had been keeping it's distance started once more to close in. With one thought on their minds "survive until reinforced" the ships retreated as fast as they could, fireing all that was left of their munitions as they did. Two Argosy destroyers flying in formation were hit by the last salvo of N Torpedoes, the splash damage destroying both. A short time later the Missle cruiser was began targeting the individual Mantas that had outstriped the rest of the fleet in the rush to attack their enemies. Destroying a fourth Manta with it's last missile the surviving Missile Cruiser joined the Neutron Cruiser in silence, prepareing for their last stand before death.

When the Weave fleet entered weapons range and began fireing torpedoes the two Capitol ships and last remaining Gunboat accelerated at full speed towards the massed Weave fleet, making straight for the Sauridian formation. Dodging torpeadoes as best they could the three ships made straight for the lead battle dragon and opened up full bore with Pule and Neutron cannons. Completly ignoring the buzzing of Laser Ships and the punding fire from the other Battle Dragons the two kept on fireing their turrets, and when it entered range the Neutron Cruiser opened up with its array of Cannons with devastating affect. The final nail into the Battle Dragon's coffin was pounded home by the last remaining Terran Gunboat as it crashed itself directly into the massive ship's main engine, with that the Battle Dragon exploded into a huge fireball. Both Terran ships, their shields down and their armour unable to take anymore puishment were caught full on by this explosion, as their hyperspace drives lost containment the fireball turned into the Apocolypse. Sauridian ships were flung in every direction as the shockwave played over them like the Tsunami of Earth. Two Laser Ships that had been chewing into the hull of the doomed Neutron Cruiser were completly vaporized, while the other Laser Ships and Battle Dragons were all damaged to some extent.

The Weave Commander sighed in relief as he saw the last Terran ship die. At last he thought Antares is... before he could complete this thought, however, another one invaded his mind. But why did they retreat so far?

Weave Fleet: 25% Ammo
Battle Dragons- 7@ 80% 1@50
Laser Ships- 9@60%
Escort Carriers- 3%80$
1 Beam Cruiser- 100%
Argosy Destroyers- 8@90$
Mantas- 20@100%
Stingrays- 26@100%

Antares Defense Fleet
Destroyed

The Weave Alliance is in control of the Antares System... for now.

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Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far dirves the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth

(This message has been edited by Vice Admiral Ipvicus (edited 08-06-2002).)

(This message has been edited by Vice Admiral Ipvicus (edited 08-06-2002).)

(This message has been edited by Vice Admiral Ipvicus (edited 08-07-2002).)

In the Centauri system on the Neutron Cruiser of Alpha fleet.

Message to Chairman Doja:
Encryption:Minimal
This is Fleet Commander Firestorm, reports show losses in nearby battles with the Weave. The Alpha fleet is ready to attack or move in for defense of other planets if need-be.
Message Ends

To Wing Commander Jager:
You are being put in complete control of the fighters allocated to this fleet. There are 8 interceptors and 6 gunboats in your squadron.
Message Ends

(Edited for Spelling)

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(This message has been edited by firestorm (edited 08-06-2002).)