Remnants
<A ship was recently discovered in the Terminus system, seemingly intact, but abandoned. A team was sent inside to investigate, and they located the ship’s bridge. Power was restored to bridge section. The following is a transcript of events in the ship’s log, later identified as Korigul, a Kortul Devastator class Vasari battleship>
<Note: exploratory parties reporting hearing strange noises in walls of ship; accounted to nervousness, but now mounting sound and video recording devices on exploratory party members’ helmets>
<Log entry begun approximately 30 standard minutes prior to first contact with Aluxi dynasty ships; terminated three standard minutes following cessation of conflict>
<Translated post recovery; note: appropriate rank equivalents utilized, known background on individuals attached in separate file>
An alien bridge is displayed on screen, a polished dark floor extending in a semi-circle and is covered by swirling symbols. The walls are lined with monitors and consoles, the screens glowing yellow on deep purple. In the center of the room is a dark colored chair, sitting in which is a dark skinned individual in a red uniform, covered in pins and patches. Directly in front of him, there are no consoles, only blank bulkhead. There is a small display on the left arm of the chair extending up at an angle for easy viewing.
“Captain Kastru, move carrier fleet into the shadow of the asteroids and launch all squadrons.” said a commanding voice.
“Affirmative,” came the reply with some comms distortion.
“Commander Ratingus, bring your Enforcer and Skirmisher detachment to bear on the native forces. Frontal assault formation,” the commanding voice continued.
“Yes, Admiral Katrikkan,” said another voice over the comms.
“Captain Celchu, bring the Assailant group to seventy degrees off of their port bow. Engineering, Conn. Bring the Korigul up fifteen degrees and bring the engines to all ahead full. Take her above the battle.” Admiral Katrikkan commanded.
“Aye, Aye sir.”
“As ordered Admiral.”
Admiral Katrikkan opened his mouth to issue another order when suddenly the ship shuddered and alarms blared.
“Damage report! What hit us?” he snapped.
“Sir, sensors reported multiple high velocity metallic slugs impacted on our shields. Computer reports the slugs’ most likely origin from the native fleet, at the indicated ships.” The battle appeared on the bulkhead in front of Admiral Katrikkan with several capital ships outlined in bright yellow.
“Conn, Damage Control. Shields held through the initial strike, but barely. Another hit like that before they recharge, and we’ll likely be crippled, if not destroyed.” A series of numbers scrolled across the display on the arm of the chair.
“Weapons, Conn. Weapons are free. In-ship Systems, Conn. Distribute power away from engines to weapons and shield regenerators. Draw emergency power from anti-matter reserves. Get those shields back up to full ASAP.” Admiral Katrikkan said with urgency.
“Designate highlighted ships as group [untranslatable][assumed letter in Vasari alphabet; designated “1”] and send data to fleet. Targeting Control, Conn. Focus fire and destroy targets [1]. Commander Ratingus, focus fire on targets [1]. Targeting data sent.”
“Received,” answered Ratingus.
“Sutra, divert power to phase missile launchers and reloaders and fire upon targets [1].”
“Understood,” answered the captain of the Sutra as the Vulkoras Desolator began moving into range.
Three Kol class battleships began turning towards the command capitol ship that sat raining fire from above the fight. A Dunov Battlecruiser opened fire upon the Desolator, but the Sutra’s shields stopped the Dunov’s rounds. The phase missiles launched by the Sutra moved through the Aluxi ships, and impacted the shields of the battlecruiser, and explosions were seen beneath the shielding of the ship. A large explosion filled the screen as the missiles that were bypassing the shields struck the command bridge, severing control of the ship and allowing the engines to overheat and catastrophically fail.
“Sir, sensors detect a strong magnetic field increasing in strength around the natives’ ships. They are firing!” the sensors officer exclaimed.
Admiral Katrikkan quickly ordered, “All power to the lower and forward shields! Do not let that volley through!”
The shields readout for the upper and rear sides of the ship reduced to zero, as the lower shields readout increased. Then the lower shields readout dipped considerably, dropping to zero for a moment with an imperceptible pause before the ship shuddered.
“Status!”
“Three high mass slugs fired at extreme velocity. The first two were entirely blocked by our shields, but the third was only partially blocked. Loss of pressure in outer compartments in section [untranslatable][assumed letter/number combination designated “2”], and outer hull buckling, but that’s all,” reported an officer.
“We were lucky. Be more vigilant. Return power to normal distributions, and accelerate to flank speed. Bring the bow down thirty degrees smartly. Let’s take her to the fight,” Admiral Katrikkan said.
“Attention all ships, do not fire upon target [untranslatable][assumed letter/number; designated “3”]. I want that ship alive. Instead focus fire upon each ship from closest to farthest relative to the Sutra’s position. Ravustra, move to support Sutra’s flank,” he continued as the battle progressed on the bulkhead display. The Aluxi fleet was now beginning to stumble as more of its ships were destroyed or crippled. Only a single Kol Battleship remained unscathed, as no Vasari ships had yet fired upon it. The Vasari were not without some casualties, as the Skirmisher detachment was now five less in number, and the Enforcer detachment was short one ship. The Assailant group had not suffered a single casualty, and the three Vasari capital ships that were in the task force had not even lost shields yet, except for when the three Kol battleships had fired their rail guns at the Korigul.
The Aluxi ships began to retreat, making for the edge of the planet’s gravity well. Bomber wings appeared in front of them, boxing the ships in, but they kept moving. Fighter wings began to strafe the fleet, closely followed by the bomber wings. Soon chaos reigned as ships began to falter and die, their inertia carrying their dead hulks forward at the same speed until either an aft explosion accelerated them into the ship ahead, or a bow explosion slowed their progress and faster ships behind the now uncontrolled husks of ships crashed into them.
Admiral Katrikkan ordered, “Engineering, Conn. Raise the bow thirty degrees, continue flank speed. Subverter ships, Korigul actual. Accelerate and disable weapons and engines of target [3].” On screen, a group of small blips broke from the Korigul and raced ahead, halting a Kol Battleship. The rest of the Aluxi fleet continued onward, to the edge of the gravity well, missing two Kol Battleships, four Kodiak heavy cruisers, fifteen carriers, and sixteen cobalt light frigates. In total three fourths of the original fleet had been destroyed, crippled, or otherwise rendered useless. Only five light frigates, one Kol battleship, one Dunov Battlecruiser, two Kodiak heavy cruisers, and one carrier survived to jump away.
Admiral Katrikkan sat back in his chair, pleased with the success of his operation, but apparently unsettled to learn that the natives were more advanced than any other race the Vasari had encountered, beside themselves. Even though they still were millennia behind the Vasari, it was a new prospect for him to lose ships in an operation that was supposed to an easy domination of a planet. “It appears that this race is more advanced than we thought. They are probably multi-planet, if not multi-system. Prepare defenses for a counter attack,” Admiral Katrikkan commanded, “set up repair platforms and phase jump inhibitors. I want fifteen missile batteries in an overlapping pattern on this side of the planet. They are likely to come from the same direction when they attack as when they fled.”
<Log entry terminated>
<Transmission terminated. Will continue as each entry is fully translated>
yeah i guess.... ah well, good story though
..... no posts in ten days.... ah well, i can be patient
yeah im missing this story too. WRITE MORE ORODUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so rose the body from the grave, as an undead fiend. Words escaped the zombie's lips, "I... are... baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack"
a lot of people really happy, and one undead fiend.
I shall hold hostage the writings which have been written. I demand ten Karma to release them!
just kidding, I'm writing the next bit as we speak (kind of)
well i gave you karma anyway. im sure theres some reason or another.
*screams when Orodum returns from the dead*
ah well, could be worse, he could have stayed dead, then no more Remnants
well, here's a short bit for ya:__________________________________________________________________________
“Sir, The shuttle docked with Valiant has reached capacity, and is moving to re-dock with us. The shuttle docked with Swift Foot is still failing to respond,” the comms officer reported.
“Thank you, Mr. Stevens,” Kol said, then switched to the in-ship comms. “Shuttle bay; make preparations to receive the Cerberus shuttle and its passengers. Ensure each passenger is checked over by a doctor. They are to be isolated if they have any open wounds.”
The standard reply came, “We copy, sir. Shuttle bay out.”
“Comms, contact the Valiant and have them undock even if they have to blow the entire section. It is imperative that they isolate themselves from Swift Foot.”
“Yes, sir. Transmitting message,” Stevens replied.
“All ships, prepare to fire on the Swift Foot and the Korigul. Transmitting firing solutions.” Kol commanded. “Weapons, get a firing solution on the two ships and transmit it to the fleet. Ensure that the Valiant is not targeted.”
“Yes, Admiral,” the weapons officer replied.
“The Valiant has blown the hatch and is exiting the danger zone at flank- HOSTILE CONTACT! A Vasari task force has just entered the well! Force deployment reads as two Vulkoras Desolator class assault ships, four Kortul Devastator battleships, six Skarovas Enforcer class heavy cruisers, two Lasurak Transporters, fifteen Kanrak Assailant missile frigates, and twenty Ravastra Skirmisher light frigates in standard combat formation.”
“Put it on the Tacboard.” Kol studied the situation a moment. The Vasari fleet had phased in on their right flank, but the Coalition commander still had time before the hostile ships were within range. “Move our Kodiaks and Cobalts to engage their line ships. Launch all squadrons. Ghost is ordered to provide ECM to our line ships. Anzio and Orleàns are to move to give fire support our line ships. Waterloo is to provide support for both battleships and the line ships. Eerie is to hold position away from the battle. Javelis frigates are to begin firing on the Vasari formation once in range. Move the Normandy to support the left flank of the Orleàns.”
By the time Kol had finished giving his orders, the Vasari ships were already nearing engagement range. His line ships had just passed the Korigul and Swift Foot when they engaged the Vasari, exchanging fire. Fighters and bombers were attacking their enemies, be they Vasari or Trader.
Aboard the Vasari flagship, the Tiraskus, the elder commander shook his head.
“They weren’t supposed to be here. This was supposed to be a simple, straightforward purge. Why must they interfere?” he asked no one in particular.
“Because, Admiral, that’s all they ever do. It’s in their very nature,” his exec commented.
“Then this human shall know the smell of defeat as he runs back to his outpost with his wings dragging on the ground. They shall know the name of Admiral Tarkin, and they shall know fear upon its very uttering. From hall to hearth!” he declared, and his closing cry was echoed by thousands of voices throughout the fleet.
“From hall to hearth!”
YAY
oh no... its grand moff Tarkin.. he survived the death star and he's gone Vasari!! hehehe, just because im sure you nicked the name off SW
didn't intend to, but looking back i guess so
OH! ok. now i see where you got that from. Ha, I read my thread first. now i get what you were saying.
what do you guys think? should I do something similar to what C.I. is doing with the "I want to play a mind game with you" thread?
sounds like an interesting plan
do I have only one fan?
I will always be your fan Orodum!
Although I must admit, I'm not very good at this type of games...
Fujuki
.. who's the one fan?
I'm a fan. I go whoosh whoosh whoosh.
I was looking over the last few posts and it's only been Tsurani and C.I. that's why I asked
Looks like a lot happened while I was gone. Still writing as good as ever, I see
haha, nice. so in order to protect themselves, all they have to do is get hammered?
love your story, orodum. its not often i have omg omg omg moments, and reading the first few parts of your story really did that for me. truly amazing!
btw, the whole concept of specters and the disease really reminds me of resident evil. but i'm sure you knew that already. and dagger squad, the names came from cod 3
yep on Dagger squad. and by "Alcohol" I mean rubbing alcohol. it kills everything by absorbing all water near it. it's a common method to treat shallow wounds.
as for the Specters, I mixed the Flood and Resident Evil, with a few twists, of course. as for the pathogen's origins... well, you'll just have to wait and find out...
your writing reminds me very much of michael crichton. you wouldnt happen to be him, risen from the grave after he became a specter?
heh heh, I do like his books. for parts of this, my writing style was likely highly influenced by his writings. He is one of my favorite authors, because he uses real life science (and cites it) and maybe advances it slightly.
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