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Picture a wolf/Akita cross that when standing next to you on all fours is about four feet tall.ARe the furie's "hell-hounds" humaniod?
Also are they gentetically engineered dogs? or humans? or even aliens?
Legs and arms are set up more like a raccoons than your standard dogs to allow for easier physical manipulation of their environment, with true opposable thumbs that are usually tucked out of the way. Retractable claws as big as a Velociraptor's gutting ones.
Extensively genetically engineered. Superior muscle capabilities, organ redundancy and reienforced skeletal structure and bones. Easily as intelligent as your slightly above average human. Mind/Machine interface to allow for easy control of most known computer systems and technological impliments in the TEverse.
Bascally the biggest, meanest looking dog you've ever seen with superior everything and ESP capabilities basically the same as their enhanced Human partner and the same glowing eyes (think like the people from Dune in style). Their human partners are basically human looking except for their eyes. Other than that, they have much the same 'upgrades' as their hell hound partners. Just that the huge wolf/bear looking beast at their side really ups the intimidation factor in most Humanoid species.
That was pretty much my thoughts when I whipped them up. They can be good companions and scary as hell (ever watch footage of a wolf pack or see Cujo...)You want to start with a dog, though. No other animal is so uniquely suited to be a human's companion. They've been doing it for 10,000 years.
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Sorry for taking so long guys, but I've been busy with real life of late. Been getting ready to move back to the US of A. That, combined with harvest starting, means that my scant free time has been pretty much gobbled up. Next chapter is 3/4 done though, so... soon.Cult of Weber Missionary
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Chapter 43 – Strange Bedfellows
ISS Hera, BatCru Ron 2.32 Flagship, Outskirts of the Klach D’Kel Brakt system
Commodore Hans Grotzen peered intently at his Flag Bridge’s holodisplay. He had it set for ¼ view that worked best for portraying the enemy maneuvering far in front of him, and the swirling light beads of hostile ships played across the gold bright work of his uniform. His new flagship, still possessing that new starship smell throughout, as did most of Second Fleet’s ships, was the most capable variant yet devised on one of Starfleet’s most versatile platforms. The new upgraded Nebulas boasted virtually the same long ranged fire support capability of their torpedo heavy/weapons-podded cousins mated with near the same sensor fidelity and reach of the SWAC subtype. All it cost was slight lessening of internal crew space and torpedo bunkerage, but he was more than willing to accept the trade-off since it gave him one of the most potent and sensitive sensor suites in known space. He used those powerful sensors for all they were worth, but in passive mode only. Active sensor sweeps would light up his position like a beacon, and it wasn’t as if the passive systems lacked targets to pick up. Neither the GU nor the Klingons appeared to be making much of an attempt to hide their locations. There was the usual fuzz of ECM, put out by what could only be Galactic Unity EW specialist subtypes or ships of the line. CIC was doing its best, but with only passives to work with combined with the extreme range, they were only getting sniffs as to what the ECM was shrouding in a sensor defying haze. Finally letting out a satisfied grunt, Hans spoke.
“Well Commissar,” he told his political watchdog, “it would appear that Starfleet WDB and BuShips were right about the capabilities of our new EW systems.”
“Why is that Commodore?”
Hans sighed mentally, cursing Section for saddling him with a mental deficient for a Commissar, but forced a seemingly eager reply. “Because, Commissar Ananasis, neither the GU forces nor the Klingons have shown any reaction to our presence. Our scouting party is large enough that we should have sparked at least some reaction had we come in under normal cloak, phase cloak or other older active stealthing measures. While the fact that they, as yet, have shown no response is a good indicator that we are still hidden, it’s not a certainty. They may well be ignoring us even though they can see us, but I find that unlikely. They have sufficient firepower in system to detach at least a destroyer squadron or two to take a closer look at us. Yet they aren’t. No Commissar, I’m pretty much convinced they don’t know we’re here. It is my intention to close to within one million kilometers of Starfleet WDB’s estimated detection threshold and see just how accurate it is. I’m also going to detach the Bellerephon”, one of Dest Ron 2.61’s Novas, “to report back to Fleet Admiral T’var. Commander Tillman,” he said, turning towards where his ops officer sat, “make sure the Bellerephon gets complete sensor tracks from every ship in the squadron. Perhaps the Athena’s sensor techs can refine the raw data further.”
Hans pivoted his command chair back to where Commissar Ananasis sat behind him on the Flag Bridge’s back wall. The position had been carefully thought out, for it allowed him to have a free view of nearly the entire bridge while simultaneously fading into the background to be all but unnoticed when he so chose. Not that many Starfleet personnel would be stupid or naive enough to forget about their political overseer and the power he wielded, but even the best could slip up occasionally. And that could well be all that Section required to disappear you. Although the bloodletting in Starfleet had so far been largely limited to the Sol system’s Starfleet Command Headquarters and most of First Fleet’s senior officers, that didn’t negate the threat that anyone could become a target if one gave Section and their Commissars sufficient cause. It had always been the case, but it was even more evident and invasive than it had been before the attempted coup.
After a slightly pregnant pause as Commissar Ananasis’ brain mulled over the information he had just been told, he nodded to the Starfleet officer. “Very well Commodore, you may execute the plans you have outlined.”
Hans resisted the compelling urge to curl his lip in a snarl. He was as impotent to do anything about the watchdogs Section had assigned him as any other Starfleeter. Commissars had been assigned to virtually every command in the Fleet after certain flag officer’s in ‘Home Fleet’ had been shown to be either complicit or downright active participants in the deaths of virtually every member of the Terran Council. But even though he was impotent to remove them, it wouldn’t do either his career or his person any good to let it show either. So he merely ground his teeth softly and whispered curses at the cosigner of all his orders from behind the safety of his mental shields. With a false yet believable amicable nod to the Commissar, he spun his chair back to the forward holodisplay.
“Lt. Pelatin, initiate a com link to Captain Shroderberg.” Hans commanded his communications officer.
“Aye sir.”
Seconds later, a perfect holographic bust of ISS Hera’s Captain, CO of Hans’ flagship, blossomed into a com window on his holodisplay. He had established a good working relationship with the attractive Betazoid when she had become the Captain of his previous flagship. Needless to say, he had been rather pleased when he had been informed that she was available for his new flagship in the freshly expanded Second Fleet. It helped to have a Flag Captain that fully understood what he expected of her, especially in a scratch built squadron that had only a few months to train together. And it also saved him the hassle of training a replacement under those same conditions. It was bad enough putting a new squadron together with a staff and Flag Captain he knew he could count on. He shuddered to think what it would have been like with all new personnel, for the few rough edges his squadron still had were bothersome enough.
“Well Captain,” he said with a real smile, “let’s move in to about seven million kilometers from their nearest unit and execute another passive sensor sweep. Just be ready to bug out if they detect us. That much weight of metal is too much for us to handle on our own from in tight. If they don’t see us, prepare a stealthed RD spread through their formation. Admiral T’var sent us here to scout the enemy dispositions, and I don’t intend to disappoint her.”
“Understood Sir. We won’t do anything to cause the Admiral any disappointment.” She replied eagerly.
“I never expected anything less Captain. Grotzen out.” The holodisplay com window closed and Hans refocused his attention on the tactical projection. Entering a series of commands into the console that sprouted off of his chair’s left armrest, the holodisplay expanded, stretching around him, wreathing his command chair with a full 360 degrees of enhanced exterior view. The display stabilized in its new configuration, then shifted again as the brilliant pinpricks of distant stars elongated into rainbow hued streaks. But only for a brief instant. The space distorting glory of warp speed reverted back to normal space in an eyeblink as the assembled Imperial warships micro jumped into range of the GU vessels warp inhibitor fields. Continuing on at full impulse, they stalked ever closer to their still unsuspecting quarry. They stopped as if with one mind seven million kilometers out from the closest GU vessel.
Nothing.
Not an active sensor ping, not a shift in escort maneuvers, not a single solitary sign that the GU ships knew they were there.
“Detach the Volga, Commander Tillman.” Hans told his ops officer, not wanting to press his luck by risking a subspace com message to the waiting Second Fleet and instead making the far safer play of detaching yet another of his destroyer screen to play courier. “Make sure she gets the updated plotting information along with her orders.” With the closer range, Grotzen’s sensors had been able to isolate another seven Dominion Battlecruisers and four ISC Superdreadnoughts behind their ECM. With passives only, it was still impossible to keep them locked up. But CIC was virtually certain that they had gotten definite and distinct hits on some of them, and he trusted his crew’s instincts.
“Aye Sir.” Wendy Tillman said, then turned to establish the necessary tight beam whisker com to one of Hera’s escorts.
On the holodisplay, the plot resolved itself into a much clearer picture, and Hans leaned forward, his posture intent and his eyes eager. The RD volley his ships had launched was finally close enough for their passive arrays to pierce the GU ECM. It bulled through the less effective Klingon ECM as well, and even though it wasn’t as detailed info as Hans would have liked, it was about as much as could be expected from a passive RD sweep.
“Commander, append the data dump to the Volga to include the RD information.”
“Already doing it Commodore.”
Second Fleet, ISS Athena
“Admiral, the Volga has returned with the second data dump from Commodore Grotzen’s force.”
“Send it to my console.”
“Already on it Ma’am.” And her chief of staff was, for as she spoke it appeared on the console that sprouted from her right armrest. Her staff functioned well, for she had had most of them together virtually since she had assumed command of Second Fleet. True some had been lost in the unfortunate backlash of the failed psychonic attack against Species 8472, but their replacements had slotted into the vacant positions surprisingly well. While some were nearing the point when seniority would force her to give them up for further advancement, she could still hold on to them for a year or so before they moved on. And they deserved their advancement, for they had patterned their actions as officers after her own. They were good officers, and what was more, they were good persons. Not filled with the petty hatreds and cruel vindictiveness that far too many citizens of the Terran Empire held dear. T’var suppressed a surge of pride. These were the type of officers and beings that Spock had wanted populating the galaxy, and they had followed her example on how to get there.
T’var studied the information on the enemy for a moment, then made her decision. “Orders to the fleet. Set course for the Davion system. Fleet train units shall remain here along with SD Ron 2.07 and BC TF 2.29 for protection. N-space reversion for the other fleet elements will be at the following coordinates.” She listed exactly where she wanted her forces to appear. “Red alert, prepare to engage the enemy but only fire on my orders or if fired upon. I want to capture the enemy ships intact if possible.” A subtle growl seemed to come from the flag bridge officers and ratings. They were eager to strike a blow at the enemy, a pack of wolves that had seen their pack mates harried and pressed and were finally able to do something.
IKV Bortas, Klach D’Kel Brakt system
The small Flotilla’s CO had opened his mouth answer her, but he never even started before a shout on his own bridge cut him off. Virtually simultaneously a similar shout flew across her own bridge. Her head snapped from the com screen to her gunnery officer. Then, upon seeing his expression, they jerked back to her tactical repeater. Terran vessels, hundreds… THOUSANDS of them! And in the middle of them… Luza’s fiery warrior’s blood turned to ice in her veins. A Bastion! Kahless protect us!
A com message broke across all subspace channels.
“Galactic Unity vessels, I am Fleet Admiral T’var of the Terran Empire. You will surrender your ships to my custody immediately or you will be destroyed. Cut your engines, deactivate your weapons and defenses and prepare to be boarded. Any resistance will be met with deadly force. Respond imme...” the voice on the com died as ships of the Galactic Unity sprang into action.
ISS Athena, Flag Bridge
A handful of GU commanders made a fateful choice, and that choice started a chain reaction that sealed both their own and their comrade’s fates. On half a dozen ships, impulse engines flared to brilliant life as they began frantic evasion manuvers. Weapons systems, already prepared to open fire against the Klingons, now birthed a storm of phaser and plasma torpedoes against the alloy wall of Second Fleet’s assembled ships. The firepower might have hurt the lighter units in Second Fleet’s screening elements, or have damaged heavier ones if it was applied with any overarching plan. But the GU commanders were panicked and acting as individuals, not as parts of the whole. As such, they would have been better off not taking any action at all.
One second, seven GU Superdreadnoughts and a smattering of lighter ships were engaging Second Fleet’s ships. The next, over a dozen white hot balls of flame and molten shrapnel cast a pall over the Galactic Unity’s lines as Second Fleet showed their surviving consorts the futility of resistance. T’var continued on, her face seeming to tighten slightly.
“I regret that such demonstrations were necessary. I have no desire to see you all dead, but if I must, I will destroy every one of your ships. I leave the decision up to you, stand down or be destroyed.”
For a dreadfully intense moment, immeasurably long yet remarkably short, no one dared breathe. True the Galactic Unity were the enemy, but if more chose to go down fighting it wouldn’t be a battle. It would be a slaughter. And if some of Second Fleet’s newer officers and enlisted personnel might have reveled in that slaughter, the vast majority wouldn’t. The level of basic decency that was part of every human being had grown enormously from the dark days of the 2260’s. The basic Imperial citizen now wasn’t a raving xenophobe like they were then. Nor were the basic Imperial military personnel the psychotic, uncaring monsters like Kirk and the rest of his breed had been.
T’var’s com window blossomed to life. “I am Valis of the Galactic Unity.” The cold eyed Vorta spoke, an all too human looking frown of impotent rage on her face. “I accept your terms and have ordered my remaining units to stand down.”
ISS Hera, BatCru Ron 2.32 Flagship, Outskirts of the Klach D’Kel Brakt system
Commodore Hans Grotzen peered intently at his Flag Bridge’s holodisplay. He had it set for ¼ view that worked best for portraying the enemy maneuvering far in front of him, and the swirling light beads of hostile ships played across the gold bright work of his uniform. His new flagship, still possessing that new starship smell throughout, as did most of Second Fleet’s ships, was the most capable variant yet devised on one of Starfleet’s most versatile platforms. The new upgraded Nebulas boasted virtually the same long ranged fire support capability of their torpedo heavy/weapons-podded cousins mated with near the same sensor fidelity and reach of the SWAC subtype. All it cost was slight lessening of internal crew space and torpedo bunkerage, but he was more than willing to accept the trade-off since it gave him one of the most potent and sensitive sensor suites in known space. He used those powerful sensors for all they were worth, but in passive mode only. Active sensor sweeps would light up his position like a beacon, and it wasn’t as if the passive systems lacked targets to pick up. Neither the GU nor the Klingons appeared to be making much of an attempt to hide their locations. There was the usual fuzz of ECM, put out by what could only be Galactic Unity EW specialist subtypes or ships of the line. CIC was doing its best, but with only passives to work with combined with the extreme range, they were only getting sniffs as to what the ECM was shrouding in a sensor defying haze. Finally letting out a satisfied grunt, Hans spoke.
“Well Commissar,” he told his political watchdog, “it would appear that Starfleet WDB and BuShips were right about the capabilities of our new EW systems.”
“Why is that Commodore?”
Hans sighed mentally, cursing Section for saddling him with a mental deficient for a Commissar, but forced a seemingly eager reply. “Because, Commissar Ananasis, neither the GU forces nor the Klingons have shown any reaction to our presence. Our scouting party is large enough that we should have sparked at least some reaction had we come in under normal cloak, phase cloak or other older active stealthing measures. While the fact that they, as yet, have shown no response is a good indicator that we are still hidden, it’s not a certainty. They may well be ignoring us even though they can see us, but I find that unlikely. They have sufficient firepower in system to detach at least a destroyer squadron or two to take a closer look at us. Yet they aren’t. No Commissar, I’m pretty much convinced they don’t know we’re here. It is my intention to close to within one million kilometers of Starfleet WDB’s estimated detection threshold and see just how accurate it is. I’m also going to detach the Bellerephon”, one of Dest Ron 2.61’s Novas, “to report back to Fleet Admiral T’var. Commander Tillman,” he said, turning towards where his ops officer sat, “make sure the Bellerephon gets complete sensor tracks from every ship in the squadron. Perhaps the Athena’s sensor techs can refine the raw data further.”
Hans pivoted his command chair back to where Commissar Ananasis sat behind him on the Flag Bridge’s back wall. The position had been carefully thought out, for it allowed him to have a free view of nearly the entire bridge while simultaneously fading into the background to be all but unnoticed when he so chose. Not that many Starfleet personnel would be stupid or naive enough to forget about their political overseer and the power he wielded, but even the best could slip up occasionally. And that could well be all that Section required to disappear you. Although the bloodletting in Starfleet had so far been largely limited to the Sol system’s Starfleet Command Headquarters and most of First Fleet’s senior officers, that didn’t negate the threat that anyone could become a target if one gave Section and their Commissars sufficient cause. It had always been the case, but it was even more evident and invasive than it had been before the attempted coup.
After a slightly pregnant pause as Commissar Ananasis’ brain mulled over the information he had just been told, he nodded to the Starfleet officer. “Very well Commodore, you may execute the plans you have outlined.”
Hans resisted the compelling urge to curl his lip in a snarl. He was as impotent to do anything about the watchdogs Section had assigned him as any other Starfleeter. Commissars had been assigned to virtually every command in the Fleet after certain flag officer’s in ‘Home Fleet’ had been shown to be either complicit or downright active participants in the deaths of virtually every member of the Terran Council. But even though he was impotent to remove them, it wouldn’t do either his career or his person any good to let it show either. So he merely ground his teeth softly and whispered curses at the cosigner of all his orders from behind the safety of his mental shields. With a false yet believable amicable nod to the Commissar, he spun his chair back to the forward holodisplay.
“Lt. Pelatin, initiate a com link to Captain Shroderberg.” Hans commanded his communications officer.
“Aye sir.”
Seconds later, a perfect holographic bust of ISS Hera’s Captain, CO of Hans’ flagship, blossomed into a com window on his holodisplay. He had established a good working relationship with the attractive Betazoid when she had become the Captain of his previous flagship. Needless to say, he had been rather pleased when he had been informed that she was available for his new flagship in the freshly expanded Second Fleet. It helped to have a Flag Captain that fully understood what he expected of her, especially in a scratch built squadron that had only a few months to train together. And it also saved him the hassle of training a replacement under those same conditions. It was bad enough putting a new squadron together with a staff and Flag Captain he knew he could count on. He shuddered to think what it would have been like with all new personnel, for the few rough edges his squadron still had were bothersome enough.
“Well Captain,” he said with a real smile, “let’s move in to about seven million kilometers from their nearest unit and execute another passive sensor sweep. Just be ready to bug out if they detect us. That much weight of metal is too much for us to handle on our own from in tight. If they don’t see us, prepare a stealthed RD spread through their formation. Admiral T’var sent us here to scout the enemy dispositions, and I don’t intend to disappoint her.”
“Understood Sir. We won’t do anything to cause the Admiral any disappointment.” She replied eagerly.
“I never expected anything less Captain. Grotzen out.” The holodisplay com window closed and Hans refocused his attention on the tactical projection. Entering a series of commands into the console that sprouted off of his chair’s left armrest, the holodisplay expanded, stretching around him, wreathing his command chair with a full 360 degrees of enhanced exterior view. The display stabilized in its new configuration, then shifted again as the brilliant pinpricks of distant stars elongated into rainbow hued streaks. But only for a brief instant. The space distorting glory of warp speed reverted back to normal space in an eyeblink as the assembled Imperial warships micro jumped into range of the GU vessels warp inhibitor fields. Continuing on at full impulse, they stalked ever closer to their still unsuspecting quarry. They stopped as if with one mind seven million kilometers out from the closest GU vessel.
Nothing.
Not an active sensor ping, not a shift in escort maneuvers, not a single solitary sign that the GU ships knew they were there.
“Detach the Volga, Commander Tillman.” Hans told his ops officer, not wanting to press his luck by risking a subspace com message to the waiting Second Fleet and instead making the far safer play of detaching yet another of his destroyer screen to play courier. “Make sure she gets the updated plotting information along with her orders.” With the closer range, Grotzen’s sensors had been able to isolate another seven Dominion Battlecruisers and four ISC Superdreadnoughts behind their ECM. With passives only, it was still impossible to keep them locked up. But CIC was virtually certain that they had gotten definite and distinct hits on some of them, and he trusted his crew’s instincts.
“Aye Sir.” Wendy Tillman said, then turned to establish the necessary tight beam whisker com to one of Hera’s escorts.
On the holodisplay, the plot resolved itself into a much clearer picture, and Hans leaned forward, his posture intent and his eyes eager. The RD volley his ships had launched was finally close enough for their passive arrays to pierce the GU ECM. It bulled through the less effective Klingon ECM as well, and even though it wasn’t as detailed info as Hans would have liked, it was about as much as could be expected from a passive RD sweep.
“Commander, append the data dump to the Volga to include the RD information.”
“Already doing it Commodore.”
Second Fleet, ISS Athena
“Admiral, the Volga has returned with the second data dump from Commodore Grotzen’s force.”
“Send it to my console.”
“Already on it Ma’am.” And her chief of staff was, for as she spoke it appeared on the console that sprouted from her right armrest. Her staff functioned well, for she had had most of them together virtually since she had assumed command of Second Fleet. True some had been lost in the unfortunate backlash of the failed psychonic attack against Species 8472, but their replacements had slotted into the vacant positions surprisingly well. While some were nearing the point when seniority would force her to give them up for further advancement, she could still hold on to them for a year or so before they moved on. And they deserved their advancement, for they had patterned their actions as officers after her own. They were good officers, and what was more, they were good persons. Not filled with the petty hatreds and cruel vindictiveness that far too many citizens of the Terran Empire held dear. T’var suppressed a surge of pride. These were the type of officers and beings that Spock had wanted populating the galaxy, and they had followed her example on how to get there.
T’var studied the information on the enemy for a moment, then made her decision. “Orders to the fleet. Set course for the Davion system. Fleet train units shall remain here along with SD Ron 2.07 and BC TF 2.29 for protection. N-space reversion for the other fleet elements will be at the following coordinates.” She listed exactly where she wanted her forces to appear. “Red alert, prepare to engage the enemy but only fire on my orders or if fired upon. I want to capture the enemy ships intact if possible.” A subtle growl seemed to come from the flag bridge officers and ratings. They were eager to strike a blow at the enemy, a pack of wolves that had seen their pack mates harried and pressed and were finally able to do something.
IKV Bortas, Klach D’Kel Brakt system
The small Flotilla’s CO had opened his mouth answer her, but he never even started before a shout on his own bridge cut him off. Virtually simultaneously a similar shout flew across her own bridge. Her head snapped from the com screen to her gunnery officer. Then, upon seeing his expression, they jerked back to her tactical repeater. Terran vessels, hundreds… THOUSANDS of them! And in the middle of them… Luza’s fiery warrior’s blood turned to ice in her veins. A Bastion! Kahless protect us!
A com message broke across all subspace channels.
“Galactic Unity vessels, I am Fleet Admiral T’var of the Terran Empire. You will surrender your ships to my custody immediately or you will be destroyed. Cut your engines, deactivate your weapons and defenses and prepare to be boarded. Any resistance will be met with deadly force. Respond imme...” the voice on the com died as ships of the Galactic Unity sprang into action.
ISS Athena, Flag Bridge
A handful of GU commanders made a fateful choice, and that choice started a chain reaction that sealed both their own and their comrade’s fates. On half a dozen ships, impulse engines flared to brilliant life as they began frantic evasion manuvers. Weapons systems, already prepared to open fire against the Klingons, now birthed a storm of phaser and plasma torpedoes against the alloy wall of Second Fleet’s assembled ships. The firepower might have hurt the lighter units in Second Fleet’s screening elements, or have damaged heavier ones if it was applied with any overarching plan. But the GU commanders were panicked and acting as individuals, not as parts of the whole. As such, they would have been better off not taking any action at all.
One second, seven GU Superdreadnoughts and a smattering of lighter ships were engaging Second Fleet’s ships. The next, over a dozen white hot balls of flame and molten shrapnel cast a pall over the Galactic Unity’s lines as Second Fleet showed their surviving consorts the futility of resistance. T’var continued on, her face seeming to tighten slightly.
“I regret that such demonstrations were necessary. I have no desire to see you all dead, but if I must, I will destroy every one of your ships. I leave the decision up to you, stand down or be destroyed.”
For a dreadfully intense moment, immeasurably long yet remarkably short, no one dared breathe. True the Galactic Unity were the enemy, but if more chose to go down fighting it wouldn’t be a battle. It would be a slaughter. And if some of Second Fleet’s newer officers and enlisted personnel might have reveled in that slaughter, the vast majority wouldn’t. The level of basic decency that was part of every human being had grown enormously from the dark days of the 2260’s. The basic Imperial citizen now wasn’t a raving xenophobe like they were then. Nor were the basic Imperial military personnel the psychotic, uncaring monsters like Kirk and the rest of his breed had been.
T’var’s com window blossomed to life. “I am Valis of the Galactic Unity.” The cold eyed Vorta spoke, an all too human looking frown of impotent rage on her face. “I accept your terms and have ordered my remaining units to stand down.”
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They already have one. Uly got one form the wrecakage in the first battle of prescott star and in the second an entire fleet surrnedered to him so he porberly has several from their vesselsHRogge wrote:
I think the TE will be very happy to get a working compensator of the GU...
Btw greta chapter Ht!
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I think the TE will be very happy to get a working compensator of the GU...
You assume that they would leave them whole rather than slag them if they had the opportunity?They already have one. Uly got one form the wrecakage in the first battle of prescott star and in the second an entire fleet surrnedered to him so he porberly has several from their vessels
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Uly still had that one Clay found in the wrecks after the first battle of prescott's stars right? or did that get slagged at sum point?HappyTarget wrote:I think the TE will be very happy to get a working compensator of the GU...You assume that they would leave them whole rather than slag them if they had the opportunity?They already have one. Uly got one form the wrecakage in the first battle of prescott star and in the second an entire fleet surrnedered to him so he porberly has several from their vessels
Also where is the 2nd fleet operating out of.? Earlier in unity u seemed to say starbase 2000 but thats where uly is, isnt it?
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Yes he does. I'm talking about the ones on the ships Second Fleet just took and the majority of captured ships Uly just took. With combat damage, there may be no way to physically destroy the components, but on intact ships, it should be a small and obvious thing to do before Imperial Marines show up looking to pillage.Uly still had that one Clay found in the wrecks after the first battle of prescott's stars right? or did that get slagged at sum point?
Ulysses is acting CO of Starbase 2000 and it's attached Fleet units. The Base is in Prescott's Star in the Delta Quadrant and is basically the ass end of the empire in spite of it's former and now revised importance to the TE.Also where is the 2nd fleet operating out of.? Earlier in unity u seemed to say starbase 2000 but thats where uly is, isnt it?
Second Fleet is operating in the same general neighbourhood of the TE but in the Alpha/Beta quad side of the core that is heavily populated by TE controled star systems and is considered the front lines in the GU advance into TE space (mainly because that's where the vast majority of GU captured stars are curretnly located.) Second Fleet is currently operating without a fixed central base of operations. With its attached fleet train units, it can survive quite handily out of its own resources for a good long time. It's close enough to major Imperial bases that it can resupply and repair at them should the need arise, but it is quite capable of looking after itself if given time and a asteroid field or small moon to harvest for raw materials. This is standard outfitting for TEverse offensive fleets. They are designed to be as self sufficient/replenishing as possible given the scale of galactic combat.
Starbase 2000 would be a logical stepping off point for a raid on GU core worlds provided Impieral techs can salvage the pertinante data off of captued/salvaged GU warship's systems.
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That was an excellent installment, HT, although I thought it was somewhat shorter than others I've seen.
What gets me interested is whether or not there is a map of the TEverse, or if you're planning to make one?
What gets me interested is whether or not there is a map of the TEverse, or if you're planning to make one?
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Post #114 @ Fri Oct 18, 2002 4:44 pm
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And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad"
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Post #114 @ Fri Oct 18, 2002 4:44 pm
"I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad"
-Johnny Cash, "Wanted Man"
UPF: CARNIVAL OF RETARDS
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It's 2453 words. (shrug) Most chapters are around that length, perhaps slightly longer but not much.That was an excellent installment, HT, although I thought it was somewhat shorter than others I've seen.
I made two at the end of RTW, but I think they got lost when I had to reformat my HD earlier this year. I'm planning on making them over and having another one for the current period in the timeline, as they were fairly sucky and I'm sure I can do better now.What gets me interested is whether or not there is a map of the TEverse, or if you're planning to make one?
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Can I ask for a show of hands on the proposition of posting this fic in the cleaned up section of the forum? In other words Happytarget's story is posted with chapters alone, no commentary in a locked thread to let people get straight to juicy stiff and post their commentaries back in this thread.
Wherever you go, there you are.
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), so doing that is likley best for readers. Saves having to wade through other stuff, like Stravo said.-
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you post in the tread and stravo cuts and pastes.Akira wrote:So how would HappyTarget or I post new chapters if it's a locked topic?
and here's a big Hell-Yeah! for HT. This great fic finally gets it's own cleaned thread!
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