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I bet this hasn't been done before!

Posted: 2008-03-03 11:04am
by clone1051
This is an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a while. I'm pretty sure nobody else on SD Net has done a crossover involving the faction that this story will focus on. If I choose to actually turn this into a full story, its name will be revealed in the next update. The Empire has given me the authority to spare any Rebels who can manage to guess who they are :twisted:

Prologue:

The massive cube moved inexorably forward towards the planet. It was a fairly unimportant planet to the civilization that it was a part of, but that didn't mean it was undefended. A small fleet was orbiting the planet, prepared to defend against any intruders. However, this fleet was different from anything the cube's operators had ever encountered.

There were a total of ten vessels of various sizes. Most were primarily blue in color. There was one that was long and flat. Two ships looked like what humans called "battleships"; a type of seagoing craft used hundreds of years ago on Earth. A fourth looked like an asymmetrical Y. The six smaller vessels were of two types: a longer type with a bulged-looking front section, and a flatter, shorter type with lots of odd-looking bits sticking out. The fleet was increasing its power output, apparently preparing to engage the cube.

A message was sent from one of the larger ships to the cube, but it was in a strange language that the Borg had never encountered, and did not understand. The standard message was transmitted back to the unknown ships. The cube continued to approach the planet. They would be in range of the defending fleet in 5...4...3...2...1...

The Borg opened fire, sickly green phaser beams lancing out toward the fleet. Most of them connected with one of the battleship-looking vessels. Its shields flared up as it was pushed backwards by the force of the phaser hits. The fleet immediately returned fire. The Y-shaped ship turned broadside to the cube and unleashed a swarm of missiles. Massive turrets rotated toward the cube and fired. However, these ships were not firing phasers, or lasers, or plasma weapons. Their barrels flashed, and huge projectiles were blasted toward the cube at incredible speeds. The Borg were caught completely off-guard as the projectiles passed through their shields as if they weren't there, and impacted directly on the cube's hull. Massive holes were blown in its sides.

The Borg shifted their fire to target the approaching missiles, which were now getting dangerously close. Phaser beams blew them out of existence before they could connect. With the missiles out of the way, the cube began firing on the hostile fleet. They focused their fire on the already wounded battleship-looking vessel. Its shields collapsed under the combined firepower of the Borg beams. Phasers tore into its hull. Explosions appeared from deep within the ship as escape pods began pouring out.

The other ships continued firing. The three smaller ships with the bulged forward sections fired bright blue beams that slammed into the cube's shields. Small fighter-sized craft began pouring from a huge opening on the front of the flat ship. The crippled ship fired one final broadside before it finally succumbed to its wounds and blew itself apart in a violent explosion.

The cube, however, was doing worse than its targets. It was taking damage faster than its hull could be regenerated. Its shields were beginning to buckle under the heavy fire from the surprisingly powerful small vessels. They couldn't adapt to the projectile weapons being fired from the larger ships, and it was taking forever to adapt to the small ships' beam weapons. Hull integrity was dropping fast. The enemy's fighter began making strafing runs on the cube. The smaller fighters were firing tiny versions of the larger ships' projectile weapons, while the bigger fighters were launching plasma bombs that the cube's shields were somewhat effective at stopping. But despite all the damage it was taking, the cube kept coming. The crews of the ships attacking it must have been amazed at the Borg's determination.

As the fighters started coming around for additional passes, the cube shifted fire to them. The unshielded fighters were easy prey for the Borg phasers. Over a third of them were vaporized in the first salvo. The fighters quickly scattered and broke off their attacks. Ironically, the fighters had been preventing the larger ships from firing on the cube. With them chased off, the larger ships could resume firing. They all opened fire at about the same time. The combined salvo ripped into the cube's hull. Its shields were finally overwhelmed, and the beam weapons of the smaller ships began carving up the cube. It began to break up as more projectiles impacted. The fighters began coming back in and making precision bombing runs on the cube's exposed innards. The massive damage was too much for the cube, and it finally succumbed. The spectacular explosion took out a significant portion of the fighters, but the main body of the fleet was far enough away that it was untouched by the titanic blast.

The surviving fighters returned to their carrier. The fleet got back in formation and began reporting in to the flagship, the remaining battleship-like vessel. This new enemy would have to be reported to fleet command. While the defense fleet had been able to destroy this new threat, a massed attack by these cubes could be a significant threat...

To be continued (possibly)

I'm not all that good at writing, so please don't bash me too bad if you think it sucks. I have deliberately not named any characters yet to avoid having to give background information. This would possibly make it easier for people to guess who the Borg are fighting.

Posted: 2008-03-03 11:36am
by CaptainChewbacca
For a first post, it doesn't suck. I have no frigging idea who your combatants are, and your smugness is just light enough to not annoy me. Write more, plz.

Posted: 2008-03-03 12:06pm
by clone1051
Here's a hint:
If you don't play PC games, chances are you will have never heard of them.

Most of my writing really does suck. I was surprised at how well this came out. I tried to write a SW/ST crossover once, and it was so crappy I gave it up.

Once either a)somebody guesses who the mystery faction is, or b)I write the first regular chapter, I will include links to images of the mystery faction's ships, for those of you who have never seen them.

Posted: 2008-03-03 12:12pm
by CaptainChewbacca
I've never played it, but I'll guess 'Homeworld', since that seems to be the most popular game I've never seen.

Posted: 2008-03-03 12:26pm
by Surlethe
A couple of thoughts. First, it's difficult to read because there are no paragraph breaks. So try to add them; it's not difficult to return-carriage between ideas. Second, there doesn't seem to be a plot. While that's okay for a one-shot fic, if you're planning to extend it, you need something more than a space battle to write about.

Posted: 2008-03-03 12:58pm
by clone1051
There WERE paragraph breaks when I wrote this out, something got screwed up.

There will be a plot to this; this was basically just the intro.

Damn, I shouldn't have given you that hint about games...

Posted: 2008-03-03 01:04pm
by CaptainChewbacca
clone1051 wrote:There WERE paragraph breaks when I wrote this out, something got screwed up.

There will be a plot to this; this was basically just the intro.

Damn, I shouldn't have given you that hint about games...
You can go back and edit the story NOW, you know.

Posted: 2008-03-03 01:56pm
by clone1051

Posted: 2008-03-03 03:20pm
by clone1051
It has been edited. There are now proper paragraph breaks.

Posted: 2008-03-05 09:25am
by clone1051
Weren't expecting an update this fast, were you?

I had this pretty much done when I posted the prologue, I just wanted to do some editing. So don't get used to these fast updates. It's kind of short, but hopefully future chapters will be longer.

Chapter 1

The planet Hiigara had been the focal point of many galactic wars, and had been the seat of power for a number of civilizations. Not to mention it was considered by many to be the closest thing to paradise in the known galaxy. However, certain parts of Hiigara were no longer as beautiful as they had once been. Several areas of the planet still bore the scars of a ferocious orbital bombardment, during a last-ditch attempt by the Vaygr to conquer the planet only two years before.

Orbiting the planet were a large number of shipyards and defense platforms. Powerful battlecruisers were on constant lookout for any intruders. Most of them had been in spacedock only hours before, but every ship that could fly had been on duty since the transmission had come from the Rakrent system. The sector fleet didn't want to get caught with its pants down again.

The regular defenses may have been impressive, but they were nothing compared to the two-mile-long dreadnought above Hiigara's north pole. The Sajuuk, an ancient battleship discovered adrift during the war with the Vaygr, was the most powerful warship ever built, at least as far as anyone knew. Boasting 14 heavy gun turrets, as well as an enormous beam weapon capable of vaporising a battlecruiser with one shot, it had been the weapon that finally turned the tide of the war. It was now serving as the flagship of the Hiigaran navy. It contained the headquarters of Fleet Command and Fleet Intelligence, like the Motherships before it. Right now, Command and Intelligence were going nuts over the reports from Rakrent.

Fleet Admiral Olyn Somtaaw had been sleeping in his quarters when the report came in. He had quickly read it through, after nearly throwing the junior lieutenant who had woken him up out of his quarters. Now he was on his way to brief the leader of the Hiigarans, Karan S'jet, on the new threat. It always bothered him that S'jet had never taken any title. It would have been a lot easier to call her 'queen' or something. In the military, one got used to knowing people's ranks and titles, especially those of the people above you. The Admiral stepped into the turbolift and pushed the button for the bridge. S'jet generally preferred to be on the flagship's bridge when something was going on. Must have been an old habit from when she commanded the Mothership.

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The harsh sound of klaxon alarms blared in the pilots' bunkroom. A few of them were startled awake and fell out of their bunks. The station commander's voice came over the loudspeaker. "All pilots to your fighters! We are under attack! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!" Pilot Neyo Soban jumped out of bed and quickly pulled his flight suit on. Must be the damn pirates again, he thought. He zipped up his suit and ran to the hangar.

As he ran down the hallway, the station shuddered. Whoever was attacking had already gotten within firing range! The hangar door opened ahead of him and he ran to his fighter. Another ship was taking off as he climbed into the cockpit. The ground crew disconnected the fuel lines as Soban closed his cockpit canopy. He activated the repulsorlifts and his fighter lifted off the hangar floor. The station shuddered again as Soban punched the thrusters and the fighter rocketed out of the launch bay. Blue particle trails stretched out from the fighter's engines like a long tail as it picked up speed.

Soban banked around and flew over the station. He glanced down at the colony planet below, then looked up. His mouth dropped open. Ahead was a mothrship-sized cube moving toward the planet. It was firing some sort of green beam weapons at a few frigates moving into position in front of the station. Stray shots were hitting the station, but the strange vessel seemed to be focusing on the warships. Soban turned towards the cube and accelerated.

The voice of his squadron commander, Lieutenant Hraal, came over the comlink. "Red flight report in!" "Red two standing by," Soban replied. The other pilots called in after him. "Red three here." "Red four standing by." "Roger, Red five standing by." "Alright boys, form up and accelerate to attack speed. Cover the bombers while they make their runs." "Copy, Red Leader."

As the fighters bored in, the frigates went into action. Two torpedo frigates began unloading on the cube while an ion beam frigate and a captured Vaygr missile frigate began bombarding the cube from long range. The majority of the Hiigaran navy despised the Vaygr warships, but the horrendous casualties taken by the navy during the war meant that a lot of local fleets got stuck with captured Vaygr ships until ship production had caught up to the losses.

The cube opened fire on the incoming missiles, quickly shooting down the two huge missiles from the Vaygr ship, as well as most of the torpedoes. Only one torpedo managed to impact on the cube's surface. The cube then unleashed on the torpedo frigates. Their shields soaked up some of the damage, but the cube's weapons managed to do some serious damage to the frigates. They quickly took evasive action and headed away in the direction of the station.

"Did you see that?" one of the pilots shouted. "That thing shot down missiles! MISSILES! We'll get massacred if we..." "Cut the chatter, Red Four." Hraal ordered. He opened a channel to the commander of the planetary defenses. "Commander, we can't hold that thing off. We're gonna need a hyperspace gate online pretty soon, before they finish us off!" "I've already told the gatekeepers to get it online, Lt." He emphasized the word lieutenant. Hraal was going to have to learn to not try to give orders to his superiors if he had hope of advancing much further, Soban thought. No. Don't think about unimportant stuff. Focus on the fight, he reminded himself.

"Red flight, this is Blue Leader, we're standing by to go in," said the bomber squadron leader. "Alright, we'll cover you. Red flight, don't fly straight. If you do they'll fry you before you can say Kharak."

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Admiral Somtaaw stepped out of the turbolift and walked onto the Sajuuk's bridge. Karan S'jet was standing by the forward windows, reading a report, most likely the report from Rakrent. She turned when she heard him come onto the bridge. Somtaaw walked up to her and saluted. "I assume you've read the report, mi'lady?" he said. "Yes, I have. I assume you have come to brief me on the situation?" she said with a slight smile. No matter how long she had worked with the fleet, Somtaaw had never gotten used to her informalness. It was obvious from the second you saw her that she was NOT military. He still wondered sometimes why she had been chosen to command the original Mothership. The running joke was that the Council had picked her because she was the most beautiful of their potential commanders.

"Yes, ma'am, I have. Actually, there really isn't much more to it than what the report says. We still know nothing about who was operating that cube or where it came from. There may be something useful in the debris field, but we haven't found anything of value yet. Thank Sajuuk for those shields, though. Whatever that cube was firing carved up that destroyer like a knife through namar meat once their shields were down."

"Thank you, Admiral. I..." S'jet was interrupted as the Sajuuk's communications officer rushed up. "Admiral Somtaaw! One of those cubes is attacking the colony on Beta-16!" "Damn! Tell Read Admiral Galsien to take his battle group there and get rid of that thing!" The comms officer hurried back to his console. He pushed a few buttons, then called to the Admiral. "Sir! The damn thing just crapped out again!" "Oh, perfect." Somtaaw muttered. "I'll have to take a shuttle over to his ship then." He ran to the turbolift and punched the button for the hangar. The comms array had been giving them trouble ever since an out-of-control transport had rammed the Sajuuk a few months ago. The techs still hadn't figure out what was going on with it. Somtaaw was going to have to have a chat with the Sajuuk's chief engineer later.

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Soban yanked on the control stick of his fighter as he tried as hard as he could to dodge the cube's shots. Red Three had already been shot down, along with one of the bombers. And they hadn't even made their first attack run yet! A scream came over the comlink as a bomber suddenly spiraled out of formation, one of its engine pods shot off. The pilot ejected right before his ship exploded, but he was caught in the blast and probably killed.

The bombers finally got into range and salvoed their plasma bombs. Their more orderly formation quickly scattered as they tried to avoid the incoming shots from the cube. One of them was hit, and it exploded in a ball of fire. The fighters hammered away at the cube with their railguns, but any damage done by the puny weapons was quickly repaired by regeneration. The cube continued firing at them, but they hugged its surface so the guns couldn't track them properly. However, as soon as they pulled away, all hell broke loose among the fighters.

Green beams lanced out at the Hiigarans. Red Five was the first to go. One of the bombers was hit next. It spun away and exploded. Then Lt. Hraal was hit. All Soban could think of at the moment was that his scream was surprisingly feminine. Soban glanced to his right and saw one of the torpedo frigates explode. Another took several hits on its stern, one of which penetrated the shields and blew a hole in the engine compartment. The ion beam frigate and the missile frigate were pulling out of position and heading for the hyperspace gate.

A voice came over the comlink. "All ships, this is commander T'kal. Retreat through the hyperspace gate. Its crew are evacuating and they have set a one-minute self-destruct timer. Get out of here as fast as you can." "But sir, shouldn't we try to hold them off as long as we can?" Soban asked. "There's no point. You can't stop that thing. Get out of here and live to fight another day." Since Soban was now the de-facto leader of his squadron, he relayed the order down to the other pilots. "You heard the commander. Time to go, boys."

The fighters firewalled their throttles and headed for the gate at top speed. The two frigates were just getting to it. The remaining torpedo frigate was drifting by the station, with no chance of escape. The cube had oddly stopped firing at it and was heading for the gate. It fired a few shots as the escaping Hiigarans entered the hyperspace portal generated by the gate. The view out of Soban's cockpit suddenly went from a starfield to the swirling colors of hyperspace as he passed through the portal.

The cube increased its speed in an attempt to make it to the portal in time. Unfortunately for the Borg, the gate self-destructed just as the cube was about to pass into the portal. Oh, well. There were still a frigate and station to assimilate...

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Admiral Somtaaw's shuttle landed in the hangar bay of Rear Admiral Galsien's flagship, the Avenger of Kharak. A young-looking officer rushed over. Somtaaw guessed he was probably a second lieutenant. But what did he expect, dropping in without any notice? "May I ask the reason for your visit, Admiral?" he inquired. "No time now. I need to speak to Rear Admiral Galsien NOW." "Of course, sir." replied the officer.

Fortunately for Somtaaw, Admiral Galsien wasn't hard to find. The young officer led him to the bridge of the Avenger, where Galsien was apparently in the middle of chewing out his helmsman. Somtaaw caught something about the Avenger being a battlecruiser and not a corvette before Galsien noticed him. He quickly straightened up and saluted. "Admiral Somtaaw...I'm sorry...I wasn't expecting..." he spluttered. "Not now, Galsien. We have a situation. Beta-16 is being attacked by one of those cubes, and their defenses are crumbling. I need you to take you battle group there and give them some assistance." "Of course, sir. We'll leave immediately...as long as this idiot hasn't forgotten how to steer."

Just then, one of the bridge officers called out, "Admiral! Hyperspace emergence in sector 23!" Galsien and Somtaaw looked out the bridge windows and saw an ion beam frigate, a Vaygr missile frigate, and a small, ragged cluster of fighters exit the hyperspace portal. "Oh, skaal." Somtaaw muttered. "Please tell me that isn't the Beta-16 defense fleet." "I'm afraid it is, sir." answered the sensors officer. "Their transponder codes confirm it." Damn. This was getting way out of hand. "I'm heading back to the Sajuuk. There's going to be a meeting of every admiral I can get my hands on in six hours. Our comm array is down, so you'll need to spread the word. I'd do it myself, but I have things to attend to back on the flagship. Good day, Admiral Galsien." Somtaaw turned and walked to the turbolift. This day just kept getting better and better...

To be continued...

Notes:
•'Sajuuk' is the name of the Hiigaran god as well as the name of their flagship
•to all of you Homeworld players out there: yes, I know that Karan S'jet was considered a demigod by the Hiigarans at this point, but that just didn't work for me. I'm trying to make her seem as normal as everyone else, since there really isn't anything special about her other than her accomplishments. I honestly don't see why she was even picked to command the Mothership in the first place!
•I have based the Hiigaran navy's structure on that of the Imperial Fleet in SW, since I was unable to find anything about how their fleet was organized.
•I may elaborate on the helmsman's mistakes later...but you'll have to use your imaginations for now! :twisted:
•The Hiigarans are in possession of so many captured Vaygr warships because capturing enemy vessels is an important part of the Homeworld games.
•I had the comm array fail because I needed to make sure that no reinforcements would make it in time.
•and yes, I know that Neyo is a clone commander's name. I used it because it sounded cool.