STGOD 2k8 War Games.
Posted: 2007-12-12 04:35am
**Because I can't wait anymore and I am sure others want to 'practice' some of thier ships blowing things up**
It has been over a Decade since the Destruction of Terra and the face of the Galaxy has been changed. Within the first few years, barbarians nations that had for decades been held in check with the weight of the Imperium we’re now let loose upon hapless small starnations. Within just the first year alone several were swallowed up whole in the expansion of Barbarian and Xeno forces alike. Nothing could be counted on any more, except your own forces.
Far off between one of many sections of ‘badlands’ and the beginning of the Outer Rim, two task forces of Kushawni National Guard played a deadly real game of Cat and Mouse. For almost a week the 2nd and 4th Cruiser Divsions had been engaging one another, every member of every crew focused fully on each other with the intent of the others ‘simulated’ annihilation. Well, most of them.
“Have you actually seen the construction yards for the new Fleet? I flew by one of the Exelions in the drydocks , it’s over twice the size of one of our current Battleships! And the weapon systems on one of them! We only wish we had-“
“ZONKER! You have been talking incessantly about the new ships ever since you came back from leave; we’re in the middle of War Games, and all you can think about is-
“Ships that you two will never EVER be assigned to if I have ANY say over it!” A voice behind the pair called out as the two midshipmen looked up.
“Captain!” they both saluted instantly.
“I swear on the grave of Terra ALL I heart these days from you cadets is about that damned new StarFleet! Well forget it! You brainless sacks of Xeno waste aren’t going to be setting foot on one of those ships for a VERY long time!
WE are the Kushawni National Guard, WE protect the Province and WE are going to establish what little we can of the Imperium long before those AI Designed ships ever finish leaving port, do you HEAR ME?”
“SIR YES SIR” they snapped as Captain Theodore Moz turned his steely gaze across the rest of the crew of the “Blensren
“And that goes double for everyone else! These old rustbuckets may not be up to snuff with those fancy pants ships being built back home, but It will be a cold day in Hades before I see anyone in MY crew think for a second they can’t protect us from ANYthing this accursed Galaxy has to offer!”
“SIR YES SIR” A chores rang out from the now riveted bridge crew. Moz gave just the hint of a slight smirk. He had served in the Kushawni National Guard for over 20 years and was one of the most esteemed Captains. His BattleCruiser had distinguished itself many times in battle, and he was sure iy would do so again.
“Captain! Our BusterMachine has reported back, The Enemy have been located, Sector 00834 at a heading of 50degrees! Weapon systems are already online!”
“They’ve seen us too! All hands to battlestations! We are go for attack repeat GO for attack! Comms! Single all Combat Destroyers to hold fire till I give the single!”
“They are launching missiles!”
“Extend forward shields out to their maximum range! Support Destroys form a perimeter around the front!”
“Inbound in 30 seconds!”
“Richard! Link up with our sistership! I want all weapons control linked on their main Cruiser!”
“10 Seconds! 5-4-3-2-1! IMPACT!”
The ship lurched heavily as simulated explosions rippled across the haul, Flashes of light illuminated the ship from the explosion of Dummy Warheads as various systems dropped dead from damage response.
“RETURN FIRE!” Moz yelled as the Twin Battlecruisers Blensren and Henslan let loose their forward Turbolaser batteries, the big guns focused on a single small target light seconds away. The blasts tore across space in the blink of the eye before registering their accumulated firepower on the Enemy ship.
“Direct Hit Captain! Estimates read-
“Sir! Batteries on enemy forces have fired, ALL of them, incoming now!”
Moz whirled around stunned, “What does that fool think he’s doing!” he managed to get out before the ship rocked again.
“S-SIR! Three of our Combat Destroyers have reported severe damage to their internal systems! Sensor Ship… Sensor ship Hectoan Sunk!” Moz winced, He had knew his foe had done this before, but he had not expected it of him, not here. It was a risky move, comm.-linking every last Turbolaser and Wave Cannon into a single assault. The combined wave of fire in the past had been enough to win engagements in a single volley. When it worked… But there was one crucial mistake.
“I’m STILL alive Zyn!” Moz barked, though just barely… “All remaining support destroyers forward! Activate backup field generators and protect your wounded. Richard! Tell what’s left of Henslan to get along side! We’re going shove our cannons down Zyms throat!” he yelled as the primary Beam Cannons of each ship began to charge.
“Sir! We’re going to get barly 60% at our current condition!”
“It’s Enough!” Moz barked as he watched a read out screen… His Destroyers were working at incredible rates. The ordnance being soaked up by the support Destroyers warmed his heart as he watched the Combat destroyers behind them Lay into the lines of his enemy.
“Maximum charged reached I won’t risk going any hire then 62% sir!”
“Very good Mr.Mort! Richard? Let’em have it! Buster Beams, FIRE” he shouted as outside the front of each Battlecruiser lit up. The huge internal Capacitors let loose their accumulated field energy as a terrifying arc of energy leapt across space. Elements on bored both ships burnt out and fried from the overlord as the wave sliced into the opposing BattleCruiser.
“That will teach him not to loose all his energy in the first volley!” He howled as the screens lit up with hits. A moment later the dimmed lights on the bridge as Richard spoke up.
“Enemy Battlecruiser destroyed, remaining Battlecruiser dead in the water sir, end of simulation marked and recorded. I do believe Zym is haling you sir.” The ships computer spoke to Moz as the crew erupted into chores of cheers.
“Tell him to stew for a bit, I’m calling a round for the best Damn bridge crew in the National Guard!” he shouted as a fresh ring of applause went up. As barrels of Rum we’re escorted up from the ships hold, Moz slumped back into his chair. It just wasn’t the same… His crew was learning how to fight, but only against other Kushawni, against other Kushawni ships. Moz knew what the chaotic Galaxy had to offer, he would not be able to read his next foe quiet as easily, who ever, or whatever that might be.
It has been over a Decade since the Destruction of Terra and the face of the Galaxy has been changed. Within the first few years, barbarians nations that had for decades been held in check with the weight of the Imperium we’re now let loose upon hapless small starnations. Within just the first year alone several were swallowed up whole in the expansion of Barbarian and Xeno forces alike. Nothing could be counted on any more, except your own forces.
Far off between one of many sections of ‘badlands’ and the beginning of the Outer Rim, two task forces of Kushawni National Guard played a deadly real game of Cat and Mouse. For almost a week the 2nd and 4th Cruiser Divsions had been engaging one another, every member of every crew focused fully on each other with the intent of the others ‘simulated’ annihilation. Well, most of them.
“Have you actually seen the construction yards for the new Fleet? I flew by one of the Exelions in the drydocks , it’s over twice the size of one of our current Battleships! And the weapon systems on one of them! We only wish we had-“
“ZONKER! You have been talking incessantly about the new ships ever since you came back from leave; we’re in the middle of War Games, and all you can think about is-
“Ships that you two will never EVER be assigned to if I have ANY say over it!” A voice behind the pair called out as the two midshipmen looked up.
“Captain!” they both saluted instantly.
“I swear on the grave of Terra ALL I heart these days from you cadets is about that damned new StarFleet! Well forget it! You brainless sacks of Xeno waste aren’t going to be setting foot on one of those ships for a VERY long time!
WE are the Kushawni National Guard, WE protect the Province and WE are going to establish what little we can of the Imperium long before those AI Designed ships ever finish leaving port, do you HEAR ME?”
“SIR YES SIR” they snapped as Captain Theodore Moz turned his steely gaze across the rest of the crew of the “Blensren
“And that goes double for everyone else! These old rustbuckets may not be up to snuff with those fancy pants ships being built back home, but It will be a cold day in Hades before I see anyone in MY crew think for a second they can’t protect us from ANYthing this accursed Galaxy has to offer!”
“SIR YES SIR” A chores rang out from the now riveted bridge crew. Moz gave just the hint of a slight smirk. He had served in the Kushawni National Guard for over 20 years and was one of the most esteemed Captains. His BattleCruiser had distinguished itself many times in battle, and he was sure iy would do so again.
“Captain! Our BusterMachine has reported back, The Enemy have been located, Sector 00834 at a heading of 50degrees! Weapon systems are already online!”
“They’ve seen us too! All hands to battlestations! We are go for attack repeat GO for attack! Comms! Single all Combat Destroyers to hold fire till I give the single!”
“They are launching missiles!”
“Extend forward shields out to their maximum range! Support Destroys form a perimeter around the front!”
“Inbound in 30 seconds!”
“Richard! Link up with our sistership! I want all weapons control linked on their main Cruiser!”
“10 Seconds! 5-4-3-2-1! IMPACT!”
The ship lurched heavily as simulated explosions rippled across the haul, Flashes of light illuminated the ship from the explosion of Dummy Warheads as various systems dropped dead from damage response.
“RETURN FIRE!” Moz yelled as the Twin Battlecruisers Blensren and Henslan let loose their forward Turbolaser batteries, the big guns focused on a single small target light seconds away. The blasts tore across space in the blink of the eye before registering their accumulated firepower on the Enemy ship.
“Direct Hit Captain! Estimates read-
“Sir! Batteries on enemy forces have fired, ALL of them, incoming now!”
Moz whirled around stunned, “What does that fool think he’s doing!” he managed to get out before the ship rocked again.
“S-SIR! Three of our Combat Destroyers have reported severe damage to their internal systems! Sensor Ship… Sensor ship Hectoan Sunk!” Moz winced, He had knew his foe had done this before, but he had not expected it of him, not here. It was a risky move, comm.-linking every last Turbolaser and Wave Cannon into a single assault. The combined wave of fire in the past had been enough to win engagements in a single volley. When it worked… But there was one crucial mistake.
“I’m STILL alive Zyn!” Moz barked, though just barely… “All remaining support destroyers forward! Activate backup field generators and protect your wounded. Richard! Tell what’s left of Henslan to get along side! We’re going shove our cannons down Zyms throat!” he yelled as the primary Beam Cannons of each ship began to charge.
“Sir! We’re going to get barly 60% at our current condition!”
“It’s Enough!” Moz barked as he watched a read out screen… His Destroyers were working at incredible rates. The ordnance being soaked up by the support Destroyers warmed his heart as he watched the Combat destroyers behind them Lay into the lines of his enemy.
“Maximum charged reached I won’t risk going any hire then 62% sir!”
“Very good Mr.Mort! Richard? Let’em have it! Buster Beams, FIRE” he shouted as outside the front of each Battlecruiser lit up. The huge internal Capacitors let loose their accumulated field energy as a terrifying arc of energy leapt across space. Elements on bored both ships burnt out and fried from the overlord as the wave sliced into the opposing BattleCruiser.
“That will teach him not to loose all his energy in the first volley!” He howled as the screens lit up with hits. A moment later the dimmed lights on the bridge as Richard spoke up.
“Enemy Battlecruiser destroyed, remaining Battlecruiser dead in the water sir, end of simulation marked and recorded. I do believe Zym is haling you sir.” The ships computer spoke to Moz as the crew erupted into chores of cheers.
“Tell him to stew for a bit, I’m calling a round for the best Damn bridge crew in the National Guard!” he shouted as a fresh ring of applause went up. As barrels of Rum we’re escorted up from the ships hold, Moz slumped back into his chair. It just wasn’t the same… His crew was learning how to fight, but only against other Kushawni, against other Kushawni ships. Moz knew what the chaotic Galaxy had to offer, he would not be able to read his next foe quiet as easily, who ever, or whatever that might be.