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RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-16-2007
The overloaded Saber screamed out of the Gran Canaria's atmosphere, the two inside it's very, very cramped one-man cockpit running for their lives as unpleasantly powerful SAM projectiles and laser cannons tried to knock them out of the sky.
"Heeeeelp meeeeeeeeee..."Eddie whimpered, his undersized frame curled up into the position known as 'Fetal' on Willow's lap.
"If you pee on me I swear I will pop this cockpit and let you suck vacuum!" Willow hissed, jerking the stick to the left as a battery of Nova missiles flashd past. "Now SHUT UP, and LET ME FLY, DAMMIT!"
Eddie curled up tighter.
The blue atmosphere of Gran Canaria fell away, and willow breathed his well-earned sigh of relief.
"Is it over?"
Three more Nova missiles screamed over the port wing.
"AAAAAAAAAAGH! This is getting ANNOYING!"
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-17-2007
The spare reconniasance Saber shot like a chicken out of hell towards the Fantasia, now fully operational, some twelve missiles of various types trying to put holes in it. The countermeasures seemed not to be working well today; the seekers were avoiding them like a cat near water.
"Moooooomyyyyyyyyyyyy..." Eddie whined.
"Fantasia, rotate ninety degrees and open the bay doors!" Willow screamed into the comm. "This is gonna be rough! And were the hell is my cover fire!? These things hurt when they hit you, you know!" He threw the ship into a tight port roll, another Nova missile flying in between the wing-struts and the hull.
"It's coming, Willow, it's coming, we just got the damn flak cannons online. Stand by..."
And on that note, several flak shells arrived in a very timely fashion some hundred meters behind the Saber, detonating and vaporizing the unpleasantly sticky missiles with extreme prejudice.
"HEEE-OW!"
"Shut up, dammit!"
The Saber smashed into the opposite side of Fantasia's bay, flaming fuel spraying everywhere as the nose compacted and the cockpit canopy blew off, flinging the ejector seat upwards.
"Ouch." Willow picked himself up, dusting off his shaggy red hair, as two hot female ensigns carried the shivering Eddie away.
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-18-2007
Willow trotted onto the bridge, where the short, rail-thin, greying, 50-year-old lady known only as Control tightly squeezed the arms of the Command chair, shouting orders at the scurrying bridge bunnies.
"Welcome back, chief." she called to Willow. "Where do you want this crate?"
"We have to take her across the void, past Gran Canaria, and into the Dublin jump hole. If need be we can park it at the Molly base, though I'd like to get us all the way to the Leeds hole. We'll have to sneak our way to and through the Taus, straight into Alpha. The Bounty Hunters won't be a problem, and the Bretonian Navy is hurting too much to chase a pirate, even in one of their own battleships, but the new resident Kusariites are going to be a real whore to get past. Can she make it?"
"I think we can get the cloaking device up by the time we're in Tau 31."
"Great. Get this old girl moving."
The engines rumbled to life, and the massive bulk of the Bretonian Battleship slowly pushed its way out of the northen ice cloud.
"Ma'am! Something big on scanners, out by Gran Canaria!"
"What? What is is?"
"It...it's a Corsair Dreadnaught!" The Ensign looked at Captain Control with sheer dread in his eyes.
"****!" she hissed.
"What's your name, madam?" Willow asked, sitting down in the observer's chair.
"Clair Cavicchio, nice to meet you." She snapped off, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "All guns, at the ready!"
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-19-2007
Willow pondered thei situation. A Corsair Dreadnaught...I didn't think any of them survived the Hitbox Purge. So what the heck is one doing out here...
"We've breached the field. Activating Cruise Engines..." Helm called, furiously twitching her two joysticks.
"Estimated time to contact, three minutes, twelve seconds!" Gunnery yelled from the bottom level. "Upping shields! Charging the Razors...putting juice in the Inferno banks now!"
"If that's a Dreadnaught, they've probably got us outgunned by at least twenty percent... hopefully we'll score maneuverability points, though." Captain Cavicchio muttered.
"No doubt. In fact, I think we might just be in luck. If you'll observe, that hull looks a bit smooth..." Willow grinned.
"Oh my god!" the Captain started grinning like a little girl with a new horse. "It doesn't have any guns!"
Somewhere, a Corsair admiral lost all bowel control as a Bretonian Battleship went hurtling past his brand-new, unshielded, unarmed dreadnought and put six battlerazors through its engines.
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-19-2007
On the recently, shall we say, acquired Zoner (now Corsair) Juggernaut ZNS Farallan, Admiral Carack Dattaglia moaned in horror as he watched the newly commissioned, completely bare CNS Minerva explode, a Bretonian Battleship hurtling past, its guns still hot from doing the deed.
"Lay Chase!" he ordered, groaning about his people's misfortune and how the bloody Outcasts had betrayed them all.
Somewhere, Eris smiled. Oh, just how could she wreck this guy's day even more? Let her count the ways...
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-19-2007
In the docking bay of Farallan, an older tech, sporting a wrinkled mug with brown eyes and a Sean-Connery-Type facial hair assembly, and a very large plasma torch. He wasn't sure how to handle this whole situation-his captain had been forced out of her position by a Corsair admiral with little respect for the ways of the Zoner. His beloved Farallan was no doubt going to be dropped into the sun, for no other reason than the sheer incompetence of the Corsairs. The only reason they were tolerated was their business from Theta's Freeport food production. And since they had lost most of their dreadnought force in 4.82, there had even been talk among his AW contacts of a possible invasion. The Zoner Council was supposedly discussing terms with the mercenary fleet at that very moment.
But before all that, there was still his ship to save. He just didn't have any clue as to how.
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Fantasia hurtled towards the Dublin jump hole, her engine's rumble flooding the entire ship.
"Incoming contacts!"
"What? Where?"
"Zoner Juggernaut! Ten O'clock, closing fast! Weapons powering up..."
"There's no possibility of outrunning them." Willow frowned distastefully.
"We'll have to fight. Unfortunately for them, that thing handles like the proverbial bagel." Clair smiled grimly, crossing her legs.
"And what does that make us?"
"A doughnut. The inherent sugars allow us a much better accelleration and maneuverability."
"That analogy is beautiful."
"Thank you. Bring us to bear, helm! All forward guns, FIRE!"
Massive white lances arced out from the Fantasia, impacting against the shields of the larger, slower Zoner command ship. The larger vessel returned fire, with marginal sucess. Net shield loss was at a fair balance.
"Interesting." the corners of Willlow's mouth twitched upward.
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-21-2007
Aboard the Falarran, trouble for the recently 'appointed' Admiral began to brew.
"We've got no other option." one of four assembled techs sighed.
"We can't let them damage this ship." The second, Mr. Connery-beard, muttered. "There's no way in hell this thing can outfly a Bretonian Battleship. That fool on Captain Darraway's bridge just can't understand that this is just a big gun platform. It was never meant for this kind of combat."
"So what do we do?" The third asked. "They never tell us anything. Even your Chief Engineer's Perogative won't stop this; the Corsairs will have had the computer locked out a long time ago."
"We have to get to the bridge and take out the Corsair staff." Four frowned. "It's as simple as that. We have the element of surprise, but there are only four of us. And let's face it, we're engineers; does any of you really know how to handle a plasma rifle?"
"But we've got those new Laser Rifles in Armory One." Connery smiled grimly. "They're really just big laser torches. We all know how to handle those better than any Corsair bridge bunny."
"So be it. We head down to Armory One, get us some torches, and take the ship. How long do you think the shields can hold out?" One lifted his butt from the stack of crates he'd been sitting on.
"Fifteen minutes, best." Connery frowned again, standing up as well. "If the Bretonian pilot is good, he'll be able to outfly our gunners."
And lo, outside the docking bay's spacious bottom, they watched a Bretonian battleship do a barrel roll and pump six Razors into their engines.
"Let's move!" Connery shouted, sprinting down the hall, the others in pursuit.
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 06-28-2007
Willow watched the Juggernaut slowly arc over Fantasia's bow, her gunner putting more and more Inferno into her shields.
"She's down thirty-five percent!" The sensor man yelled.
"What're we at?" Cavicchio called, tapping her foot.
"Down six percent!" Damage Control called. "Looks like they don't have Infernos on her. It's an older ship."
"Right." Willow smiled. "I think I'm gonna go over there and see if I can take some prisoners. You know what to do, I presume?"
"Of course." Chavicchio frowned. "You don't need to do this, you know."
"I don't, but the mission on Gran Canaria was a complete and utter failure, AND I lost the Don's single biggest weapon, so I'd best bring him back something so he doesn't kill me."
"Well, we can get their shields out in about five minutes. Prep a boarding craft. I'll shoot for the engines."
"Please do. See you later." And with that, he strode out of the bridge, heading for his Scimitar.
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 07-02-2007
"Shields at six percent!" Sensors yelled. "One more volley and she's down!"
"Tactical, break out the main gun!" Cavicchio yelled, sitting down and tapping the arms of her chair furiously. "Helm, get behind them! I want to take out the engines with one shot! Ready the Razor volley!"
On the bow, the dorsal-bow turret slot opened, and out rose one Heavy Mortar, for quick destruction in a flash. The power grid-lines along the small blue turret began to glow red once more, as Fantasia slid in behind her limping prey.
"FIRE!"
The final Razor volley leapt from Fantasia's guns, four shots spattering against the faint particle shield, and the fifth passing right through. The glowing Mortar discharged its battery, the anti-proton slug whipping out of the seemingly small barrel and smashing straight into the Farallan's engine bank, which exploded brilliantly, spraying Fantasia's shields (fifty-six percent) with shrapnel.
"She's completely dead in the water." Sensors announced on the suddenly quiet bridge. "Largely undamaged past the engines, but her guns and shields are out of commission with the reactor gone."
And everybody started cheering.
Chavicchio grinned, putting her arms behind her head and kicking her feet up upon her Command Console.
"Life is good."
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Willow's Scimitar screamed out of Fantasia, rippling past the shields at speed, aiming his bow for the Juggernaut's small docking bay. It penetrated just as the shields went down, crashing into the deck as the cockpit popped and Willow jumped for the wall, an automatic pistol and nanosword in tow. He landed on the deck with a thud, sprinting off to the closest computer terminal to pull up a vessel map.
"Don't move!"
RUN AWAY! - Eppy - 07-07-2007
Connery stared at the back of Willow's head, pressing his newly acquired laser rifle against the Outcast spy's head. Willow's danger sense didn't try to press anything, though; it seemed the Seraph didn't forsee trouble from these strangers.
"Affiliation?" Connery snapped, pressing the rifle harder.
"Outcast." Willow said. "I'm here to clean off your ship. I take it you're the engineer?"
"Sorry about the smell." Connery dropped his rifle back to waist level; the others did the same. "We were just about to head for the bridge; if you're here for Corsair blood, that's the place to be."
"Well, you're not going anywhere with those engines ten kilometers away, so we're fine. That ship up there doesn't have a marine contingent, but I think I can take any opposition by myself. Any other vessels in the area I need to worry about?"
"There's a Corsair Gunboat raiding Arranmore. Not enough to get through your shields, though."
"Good. Let's get started." Willow charged the autopistol. "Lead the way."
"With pleasure." Connery grinned viciously and strutted towards the nearest corridor.