The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:Just a suggestion. Put the Text Walls into spoilers. You make us smaller rp'ers want to blow our brains out.
They're really not that long compared to what other people do...
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by Premislyd » Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:39 am
The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:Just a suggestion. Put the Text Walls into spoilers. You make us smaller rp'ers want to blow our brains out.
Pimps Inc wrote:Swastikas are not allowed in nationstates unless your are RPing as Nazi Germany or sumthing
by G-Tech Corporation » Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:15 am
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:44 am
by Durmatagno » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:30 am
The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:Just a suggestion. Put the Text Walls into spoilers. You make us smaller rp'ers want to blow our brains out.
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:41 am
by G-Tech Corporation » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:48 am
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:52 am
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Escalan Corps-Star Island wrote:
Like the OP for Periphery. (Join, Durm, join! Resistance is futile and you WILL succumb!)
Periphery wasn't honestly bad. I read it on my mobile last night at 1 am. It wasn't a text wall if I could do that.
Also, to those taking pointers, text walls are actually not a desirable outcome, lest you mistakenly think otherwise.
by Advakarez » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:24 am
Thus follows the archival records of the event known as First Contact, the day a new race of beings contacted the Merchant Republic.
By the order of the Doge, these documents have been made classified and remain classified under Duccal decree #2563
Date: 34,067AD (Ascension Date)
Planet of Origin: Venizia Prime
Author: High Archivist Frederico Grotica (deceased)
<Playing Video>
*The shot opens with a far shot of the Republic's capital, the City of Gold, a vast structure of spires that grow taller as one reaches the center, ending in the single spire of the Duccal Residence that has merged the five dominant spires of other buildings. CULTURAL NOTE: These buildings are the five Grand Cathedrals of the Merchant Republic, built during a time before space travel, when the word of God was transmitted through mortals and what was known as the Five Orders.*
*Our view takes us closer to the Duccal Residence and slowly, we begin to realise that the Five Grand Cathedrals are covered in houses, built into, on, or around, they cover the vast buildings like a vicious grass. The people have literally built a city on their cathedrals and as we get closer we can see the people happily living their lives around these shells. Vast market places can be seen traversing the spaces between larger spires, plazas and gardens latch onto other spires and vast rope bridges traverse large gaps between homes and places of work, even though the vast majority of the populace are capable of flying.*
*We travel over one of the vast markets and we see a mix of stalls, their cloth roofs brightly coloured, garish tents of the weary traders and merchants, and the more permanent shops that surround the market on multiple levels in some places. These shops seem almost organic as they grow up the spires the market holds onto, like an exotic spider just turned up and spun himself a web of shops before leaving as soon as he appeared.*
*We now come to the Duccal Residence. A vast structure of marble, gold, glass and wood. As we get closer we realise that this is not one perfect building but an amalgamation of many extensions and growths performed over thousands of years. Were one to look up from below one would see the eldest part of the Residence as well as the ancient spires of the Cathedrals that support it. Slowly, over time, and as the Cathedrals themselves grew, so did the Residence, to make sure dominance of the Doge remained strong and visible.*
*We now enter through one of the conservatories, a lush patch of thousands of plants, many not of this world. Strangely contorted plants stand proudly among the familiar conifers, evergreens and deciduous trees. Others glow with an unearthly light and we imagine what it would be like to be in here at night. Unfortunately, we continue through the conservatory as we make our way through the vast halls of the Residence where ancient portraits of Avian creatures look down upon us. Vast tapestries join the fray among frescos, a few filled with even stranger creatures and some known as Humans are seen. It is clear the Doge enjoys collecting art from various nations and Empires.*
*We now enter the throne room of the Doge. The man himself sits resplendently upon a rostrum flanked by the Council of Ten, all wearing deep red as opposed to the Doge's red and gold robes. A cock of barely 2 decades kneels before the Doge, his sparse clothing denoting him a messenger for the Doge. Few in the Merchant Republic still use messengers in the age of high technology but the Doge prefers to use the word of mouth in his house. His distrust of AIs still remain even though they function reliably and permeate the Republic thoroughly.*
"My Lord," declared the messenger, "I bring news."
"Spit it out then boy!"
"We have made first contact with a new race of aliens."
A murmur of hushed wonder echoed slightly in absence of the Doge's response. He remained silent for a few moments, enough for members of the Council to begin looking over to their leader, "What does it say?"
"I understand the scientists have had their best men and AIs on the task of decoding it."
"This is true, my Lord," said a newcomer, "I have deduced it is not any language we can effectively translate with a high level of reliability. Nor does it have echoes of the trading languages of the Galaxy. Of course, I would suggest we send a message using several methods. I also advise we send our dictionary."
The Doge nodded, "Very well. We shall send a merchant vessel to this race along with a convoy of traders. A dictionary shall be transmitted to the people along with this message:
"Greetings, friends. My name is Doge Rivano Moretti of the Serene Interstellar Merchant Republic of Advakarez. Allow me to be one of the first members of my species to extend the hand of friendship.
"I hope that you have found the dictionary effective. It is the entire trading language of this galaxy, at least, and I feel that it would be easier if we both got off on equal footing using the trading language as our equaliser.
"Also, we hope that this first contact will lead to future co-operation. As a trading empire we are always looking for friends to trade our various goods with. As such, I have ordered a trade convoy to follow this ambassadorial vessel. They should be there soon. It will be filled with merchants and traders who would no doubt enjoy buying your own goods to bring back home.
"Friends, if we are the first Empire you have contacted since you entered space, then allow me to welcome you to the intergalactic stage.
"Regards,
"Rivano Moretti"
The messenger, his internal AI implant having picked up and recorded the whole message, nodded, bowed, and left the room.
This was how First Contact was established and how the people of Advakarez reacted.
<<[i]Would you like me to continue, my Lord?>>
--No, thank you GreNrA.--
by The canardian republic » Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:28 am
Advakarez wrote:<<Booting>>
<<AI ID: GreNrA125564-Biosentient Artificial Intelligence: 5th generation>>
<<Date: 45,567AD (Ascension Date)>>
<<Identifying planet...
...
...
...
<<Identified: Homeworld of the Serene Interstellar Merchant Republic of Advakarez: Venizia Prime>>
<<Boot complete>>
<<Greetings sir, how may I help?>>
--Run archives on First Contact--
<<Vocal ID?>>
--Doge Rivano Moretti--
<<Accepted Thank you, my Lord. Accessing files. Please wait....
...
...
...
<<Files found. Displaying>>Thus follows the archival records of the event known as First Contact, the day a new race of beings contacted the Merchant Republic.
By the order of the Doge, these documents have been made classified and remain classified under Duccal decree #2563
Date: 34,067AD (Ascension Date)
Planet of Origin: Venizia Prime
Author: High Archivist Frederico Grotica (deceased)
<Playing Video>
*The shot opens with a far shot of the Republic's capital, the City of Gold, a vast structure of spires that grow taller as one reaches the center, ending in the single spire of the Duccal Residence that has merged the five dominant spires of other buildings. CULTURAL NOTE: These buildings are the five Grand Cathedrals of the Merchant Republic, built during a time before space travel, when the word of God was transmitted through mortals and what was known as the Five Orders.*
*Our view takes us closer to the Duccal Residence and slowly, we begin to realise that the Five Grand Cathedrals are covered in houses, built into, on, or around, they cover the vast buildings like a vicious grass. The people have literally built a city on their cathedrals and as we get closer we can see the people happily living their lives around these shells. Vast market places can be seen traversing the spaces between larger spires, plazas and gardens latch onto other spires and vast rope bridges traverse large gaps between homes and places of work, even though the vast majority of the populace are capable of flying.*
*We travel over one of the vast markets and we see a mix of stalls, their cloth roofs brightly coloured, garish tents of the weary traders and merchants, and the more permanent shops that surround the market on multiple levels in some places. These shops seem almost organic as they grow up the spires the market holds onto, like an exotic spider just turned up and spun himself a web of shops before leaving as soon as he appeared.*
*We now come to the Duccal Residence. A vast structure of marble, gold, glass and wood. As we get closer we realise that this is not one perfect building but an amalgamation of many extensions and growths performed over thousands of years. Were one to look up from below one would see the eldest part of the Residence as well as the ancient spires of the Cathedrals that support it. Slowly, over time, and as the Cathedrals themselves grew, so did the Residence, to make sure dominance of the Doge remained strong and visible.*
*We now enter through one of the conservatories, a lush patch of thousands of plants, many not of this world. Strangely contorted plants stand proudly among the familiar conifers, evergreens and deciduous trees. Others glow with an unearthly light and we imagine what it would be like to be in here at night. Unfortunately, we continue through the conservatory as we make our way through the vast halls of the Residence where ancient portraits of Avian creatures look down upon us. Vast tapestries join the fray among frescos, a few filled with even stranger creatures and some known as Humans are seen. It is clear the Doge enjoys collecting art from various nations and Empires.*
*We now enter the throne room of the Doge. The man himself sits resplendently upon a rostrum flanked by the Council of Ten, all wearing deep red as opposed to the Doge's red and gold robes. A cock of barely 2 decades kneels before the Doge, his sparse clothing denoting him a messenger for the Doge. Few in the Merchant Republic still use messengers in the age of high technology but the Doge prefers to use the word of mouth in his house. His distrust of AIs still remain even though they function reliably and permeate the Republic thoroughly.*
"My Lord," declared the messenger, "I bring news."
"Spit it out then boy!"
"We have made first contact with a new race of aliens."
A murmur of hushed wonder echoed slightly in absence of the Doge's response. He remained silent for a few moments, enough for members of the Council to begin looking over to their leader, "What does it say?"
"I understand the scientists have had their best men and AIs on the task of decoding it."
"This is true, my Lord," said a newcomer, "I have deduced it is not any language we can effectively translate with a high level of reliability. Nor does it have echoes of the trading languages of the Galaxy. Of course, I would suggest we send a message using several methods. I also advise we send our dictionary."
The Doge nodded, "Very well. We shall send a merchant vessel to this race along with a convoy of traders. A dictionary shall be transmitted to the people along with this message:
"Greetings, friends. My name is Doge Rivano Moretti of the Serene Interstellar Merchant Republic of Advakarez. Allow me to be one of the first members of my species to extend the hand of friendship.
"I hope that you have found the dictionary effective. It is the entire trading language of this galaxy, at least, and I feel that it would be easier if we both got off on equal footing using the trading language as our equaliser.
"Also, we hope that this first contact will lead to future co-operation. As a trading empire we are always looking for friends to trade our various goods with. As such, I have ordered a trade convoy to follow this ambassadorial vessel. They should be there soon. It will be filled with merchants and traders who would no doubt enjoy buying your own goods to bring back home.
"Friends, if we are the first Empire you have contacted since you entered space, then allow me to welcome you to the intergalactic stage.
"Regards,
"Rivano Moretti"
The messenger, his internal AI implant having picked up and recorded the whole message, nodded, bowed, and left the room.
This was how First Contact was established and how the people of Advakarez reacted.
<<[i]Would you like me to continue, my Lord?>>
--No, thank you GreNrA.--
by United States of Indonesia » Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:03 am
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Fri Nov 09, 2012 11:43 am
by Caecuser » Fri Nov 09, 2012 12:44 pm
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 12:57 pm
Escalan Corps-Star Island wrote:Speaking of unedited textwalls, here is an old one. How far I've come. . .Atrein 38, 13552 | Teni, Star Island, Aláran | Escalan ExeCommand
An aide walked rapidly down the corridor, footsteps echoing on the walls of Dainusid marble. He strode through the massive entry hall of the Executive Council's meeting rooms. He saluted the man before him. "Honored Commander, we have received word of a new exploration into relic of a hitherto unknown civilization in the Tarquinii system. Large military power is present in the space over this world, and this suggests that there is danger present. The Explorations Department requests that a team of scientists be commissioned to aid in the unearthing of the ancient cultural remnants to be found there."
"Tell the Explorations Department that they shall have their wish. We shall send them out on the next resupply transport for the White Star Fleet. I shall order that communicative overtures be made with the Visari."
The aide departed as rapidly as he had arrived, an ephemeral presence in the ancient halls of the Escalan Headquarters.
Executive Officer Christopher Afalaken gazed down at the mahogany desk. It was ancient, a relic of the times thousands of years past when information was stored on fibers of living matter pressed flat into a sheet. Legend had it that this hulk of wood had once been used by Executive Officer Enguerrade nine millennia hence. He had secured the existence of the Corps along with Robert Afalaken, Chris's distant ancestor. Gazing at the gnarled and pitted wood, he felt as old as the remains of the fallen tree. He was so old, and wished to step down and wait for a peaceful demise. For eighty years he had held this position, guiding the Corps through the twisted paths it followed to keep peace in the areas they patrolled. He recalled a scrap of an essay written by his father, Kent Afalaken. It seemed proper for these times, he thought as his lips curved in a bitter smile.
"If the price of our justice and peace is the invasive, oppressive quest to know everything, then where is the joy in that peace? Is it not said by the wise of our times that the glory of the interstellar expansion is the freedom to create, to be set apart from the chaos of life, yet embrace it in a new way? My friends and countrymen, remember this: The day the guardians of peace and justice become the arbiters of justice is the day we become the oppressors we seek to condemn."
Wise words from a wise man, thought Christopher. The ever-pressing concern that the Star Fleet was not big enough to cope with an interstellar war was held back by this reprimand to the Corps from his father. He sighed and returned to his task at hand, that of plotting the movements of the Blue Star Fleet in dealing with the Szorginid rebellion. I'll be interested in the results of that scientific inquiry, he thought. Perhaps some technology lost there could be of use to us.
Atrein 38, 13552 | Space near the Astekul system | Alpharion Galaxy
Commander Max Zimmerman of the S.F.S. Miles Deniyan waited impatiently. The transport was late, and his Fleet needed to go out of its way to deliver the scientists. The quicker it could go back to regular patrols, the better.
"Hmmph," he said as a the rippling edges of a portal began to form, and the familiar stars of home shone through. It seemed like another world to Zimmerman, traveling the lifeless voids of the universe millions of light-years from home. The transport emerged from the hole just as it began to dissipate.
"Late for everything, that captain," observed the commander. "Let's go meet these scientists, then." He departed the bridge in a swirl of his gold cloak.
Kreanoltha wrote:Deep Space
Odykenus Orbit
The cityship Odykenus floated through the starless void like a delicate bronze flower. Small bits of space junk bounced off the half-bubble of shielding that surrounded the city creating green and gold spiderswebs through the dome. Thousands of kilometers away from the city three ships – one arrowhead shaped battleship and two long, sword shaped battlecruisers – orbited the city. Deeper into orbit, small spherical probes arrayed throughout the light hour around the city. Kreanolthans had never developed sensors that could function very well beyond a few light seconds, but drones equipped with sensor suites and an FTLCOMS package allowed them to get around that limitation. They would scan every ten minutes and send the data back to the FLEETCOMS tower for VI analysis.
Battlecruiser Torva Sprite
On the surprisingly roomy bridge (though in the parlance of the Kreanolthan Republican Navy, having enough room to turn around with someone else standing up qualified as 'roomy.') of the battlecruiser Torva Sprite, BC-033, Lieutenant Lianus lazily watched the smoke from his cigarette curl in front of his face. He was the XO and as such had alternate watch. He reached under his seat for his flask of vodka and took a long drought to try to find something to make his boredom more palatable. He had joined the navy to get his college paid off. Most of the provecti had only stayed just long to get compensation for their tuition, but as an elf, Lianus had had all the time in the universe (well until its heat death anyway). He'd always been interested in naval strategy, though the WWII surface combat had always held more interest for him than the somewhat more mathematical deep space warfare.
Lianus perked up a little to read the latest report from the sensors. Everything was still clear. Not that he was at all surprised. Nothing was going on at all. He'd read the report about how the military’s alert level had been moved from five to three, but he wasn't so sure. He'd heard something about the Second Fleet had been in some sort of engagement but the details were fuzzy on that one. The 304th's engagement had gotten better publicity. The ESAU (enhanced special assault unit) division had cleaned up groundside; not that there was ever any question about it. They were the most veteran noncoms in the Marine Corp. Each soldier in it had personally participated in over one hundred campaigns earning access to the most advanced equipment the Marine Corp could acquire for them. Lianus almost felt sorry for anyone unfortunate enough to have the 304th sent after him. He also wished he'd been there to see it. He took a slow puff on his cigarette. Anything would be more interesting then sitting here on the bridge of an old battlecuiser not doing anything. He wanted his captain's commission so he could delegate this stuff to his XO. He reconsidered his earlier sympathy for the 304th's targets. They were pirates. Parasites and murders. That revelation didn't make watch any less boring. He looked at his console again. Still nothing.
One hour, one flask, and a pack of cigarettes had passed. Lianus was still awake at least. He looked at the console again and wasn't surprised to see that there was... wait. That was... There was no way. There was nothing below the boarder as far as he knew. Then again... he'd skimmed the report on the 2nd fleet. This was definitely a contact. A lot of contacts with no FOF tags from the same vector on which 2nd fleet's engagement had been.
“Finally got some action.” Lianus said with a grin. "Commander Septalus, we have contacts. They match the profile from 2nd fleet's report."
Whatever the contacts were they were a long way out. Two hours at best sublight he estimated. Still, she had to do it. Commander Septalus reached over to the COMS panel and hit the general quarters klaxon.
“This is XO Commander Septalus. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a drill. Captain Nalius to the bridge. Captain Nalius to the bridge.” The words had barely left her lips before she saw the stocky, orange haired provecti stride onto the bridge.
“Commander Septalus. Relieved.” the captain barked. “Aye. You have the bridge sir.” “Get some rack time.”
Lieutenant Septalus began to say that she wasn't even tired as elves only needed to sleep once or twice a month at most, three times less than provecti, but realized she'd be protesting down time at the same time. “Aye aye sir.” she saluted. Nalius quickly returned her salute before returning to the command console.
As she turned to leave the bridge a hologram of Admiral Tegalthus appeared in the holotank before the command console. His lithe frame seemed almost skeletal in the green light of the hologram. His hair was obviously jet black, and his gray eyes seemed black in the glare of the holotank. “Fleet; set condition one through out the fleet. Acknowledge.”
“Lieutenant Hikalus, acknowledge.” Captain Nalius barked. “Set condition one throughout the ship. I repeat set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Bring fire control for the cannons on line. Warm cannon coils. Transfer control of the PDWS to the VI. Bring all missile pods on line. Prime shield capacitors. Come about on new heading 197 carom 173. Prepare to rendezvous with Arescente Spiraculum and Rabidos Dcemone.
Battleship Arescente Spiraculum
Admiral Tegalthus watched the screen with interest. He'd seen dozens of battles over his three hundred years of service. Several as an admiral, but this was the first time he'd ever seen an enemy be so brazen as to attack a city outright. They'd all gone after planetary targets. They were easier to attack because you couldn't mount Mk. 54 translight drives to a planet. On the other-hand, it was easy to mount them to something that was 'only' 50 km in diameter. Well, not easy, but possible. Normally, he'd just order Odykenus to jump away, but there was a small problem with that. Odykenus' translight drive was malfunctioning.
The last virtual initialization showed the entire city being ripped apart by an asymmetrical dimension tunnel. He might just risk it with a frigate, but Odykenus was home to five hundred million people. He would have to stay and fight. Unlike Lieutenant Septalus, he's taken the time to read Admiral Kelarius' AAR. The 2nd fleet had nearly been destroyed by the enemy, the Dolmholdi Confederation, when a fleet of enemy ships fired a massive salvo of missiles. So many that the PDWS of even the battleship hadn't been able to screen them all out.
With this recent revelation, Admiral Tegalthus was worried. He'd entered service to honor the memory of his adoptive father, the great Admiral Adamus Tegalthus, better known as the Hero of the Ta'Nar War. Now he was worried that he'd disgrace his father's name be failing against this threat. He lit a cigarette and pushed the thought away.
“Lieutenant Hoshimus, recall the rest of the 17th fleet. We'll want all of them.” As Admiral Tegalthus said this, he ran the profiles of the ships through his VI which immediately confirmed his suspicions and the Torva Sprite's report. These were Dolmholdi ships. “Also, send a message to the Durmainian outpost near our boarder. Tell them that we are facing a hostile threat. Aid would be appreciated.” “Aye aye sir.” she replied. “Request away.”
After fifteen minutes of cruising, the three ships finally rendezvoused. “Fleet: formation five twenty-eight.” Formation five twenty-eight was a rarely used formation that allowed a single battleship to protect a pair of battlecruisers. The Arescente Spiraculum pulled ahead while the two battlecruisers fell back. They were fragile ships and would only withstand so much punishment. They slowed as they neared the agreed upon rendezvous point for the rest of the fleet.
As soon as the ships rendezvous they saw seven purple, boiling wells of radiation. As soon as they appeared seven frigates oozed into realspace. Their small, ugly hulls came about and burned towards the three heavy ships. “Fleet.” Admiral Tegalthus ordered, “Assume formation two twenty-one." The battleship and battlecruisers stayed in formation while the frigates arrayed themselves ahead the larger ships.
“Sir. I have reports from the patrol groups.” Lieutenant Hoshimus reported. “They are still forty minutes out.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” Tegalthus said.
At that moment Lieutenant Agalus turned about. “Sir. I have multiple contacts. VI is still tallying. Seems to be over nine thousand. Getting clearer resolution now. It seems to be twelve thousand contacts. Definitely missiles.”
Admiral Tegalthus' face grew grim. “Hoshimus, give me FLEETCOMS.”
“Aye, aye sir. You are on FLEETCOMS.”
“Set condition zero throughout the fleet. I repeat, set condition one throughout the fleet. Bring PDWS to bare. Target enemy missiles. Do not let them near the city.”
As he gave the order, nearly fifteen thousand Cuirass anti-missile missiles tore through the void. They were small compared to the large anti-ship missiles, but they packed a large enough punch to take out the missiles they hunted. The sides and rear of the missiles were covered in repulsor drive banks allowing them to maneuver quickly enough to hit their prey. This was the worst part of any engagement: waiting for the results. The missiles were approximately one hour from impact. At least the rest of the 17th fleet would arrive before the next wave would be fired.
“Fire a volley of anti-ship missiles as well. Fire A-pods one, two, and three now.” Another swarm of missiles jetted from the ships. One hundred and eighty Centurion missiles, two hundred and forty Cerberus missiles, and six hundred and thirty Gladius missiles set off at full acceleration for the Dolmholdi fleet.
The three cruisers and their five destroyer escorts had arrived. The destroyers were now behind the frigates while the cruisers stood shoulder to shoulder with the battleship. Well, shoulder to shoulder in a manner of speaking. There was nearly a thousand kilometers between each ship. The hour had finally elapsed and a brilliant chain of fireballs erupted in the void as the anti-missile missiles slammed into their queries. Admiral Tegalthus looked in satisfaction at the carnage, but as the radiation cleared from seen his satisfaction turned to bewilderment which quickly dissolved into horror. Over half the missiles were still on course to the city. Had the Cuirass missiles missed their mark? No. They were gone. They'd found their mark. Yet...
“Fire another volley!” he ordered.
The thirty minutes seemed to go by much more quickly. Seven thousand this time. More than enough. They hit and... still four thousand. What was he missing? He pulled the TACMAP up in the center of the massive tiered CIC/Bridge of the battleship. By the time this volley reached them they would be within laser range.
“Hold fire.” he ordered. “Wait until birds reach laser range and take them out then.”
This ten minute wait was little more than a blink for Admiral Tegalthus. Lances of light reached out to the enemy missiles. As Tegalthus reviewed the targeting data he realized what was wrong. Rather than targeting three thousand missiles as he'd thought, he was targeting seven thousand. The only explanation was a critical failure in the VI that collated the probe data that the fleet had been using to target the missiles in the first place. Even as he manually drew up new targeting data he could feel the deck tremble beneath his fleet.
“Sir! One impact. Port bow. Shields at ninety-four percent and re-.” Another, larger tremor flowed through the deck. “Five more impacts. Shields at fifty percent. Rebooting PDWS targeting systems. Targets required.”
On the TACMAP, a frigate vanished. Soon after a destroyer and two more frigates vanished. Tegalthus could see a cruiser limping away too, heading for the far side of the city. One more destroy vanished as well. Then... the missiles passed them burning for Odykenus. There was nothing left to do. The fleet was going to fast to stop and accelerate to the city in time to catch the missiles. He saw the city launch her own missiles, but it wasn't enough. Seven hundred missiles slammed into the pier. The first layer of shielding almost exploded. The energy flair managed to destroy one hundred incoming missiles, but five hundred more hit home. Three layers of shielding pealed away, and one hundred missiles slammed into the pier.
Admiral Tegalthus watched in horror on a viewscreen as the last layer of shielding failed. He knew he had failed. Those people were already dead. He zoomed in closer and watched as people running for parking garages and train stations were lifted of their feet by the force of the air leaving the pier. Those still conscious struggled to their feet even as blood streamed from their eyes, noses, and ears. One or two people made it, but it was for naught. Without airlocks there was no way for them to get into the buildings. Then the missiles hit. The initial fireball incinerated people, trees, and building alike The concussive blast ripped buildings off the pier. Twisted shards of softened metal ripped off the pier and the last three kilometers of the pier twisted off. It collided with a twisted chunk of hull from a destroyer. The two masses fused into a single spinning lump throwing off plates of metal. Tegalthus watched the city. The shielding has worked as designed. Internal shields had come on line to keep the rest of the city safe, but if the bent central spire was anything to go by, there was extensive structural damage. He cringed as he saw an elven body floating threw space bisected by a spinning piece of battleplate from a ruined frigate.
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:02 pm
The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:*Inesea suicides*
by The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:03 pm
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:06 pm
by Great Nepal » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:06 pm
Kreanoltha wrote:Escalan Corps-Star Island wrote:Speaking of unedited textwalls, here is an old one. How far I've come. . .Atrein 38, 13552 | Teni, Star Island, Aláran | Escalan ExeCommand
An aide walked rapidly down the corridor, footsteps echoing on the walls of Dainusid marble. He strode through the massive entry hall of the Executive Council's meeting rooms. He saluted the man before him. "Honored Commander, we have received word of a new exploration into relic of a hitherto unknown civilization in the Tarquinii system. Large military power is present in the space over this world, and this suggests that there is danger present. The Explorations Department requests that a team of scientists be commissioned to aid in the unearthing of the ancient cultural remnants to be found there."
"Tell the Explorations Department that they shall have their wish. We shall send them out on the next resupply transport for the White Star Fleet. I shall order that communicative overtures be made with the Visari."
The aide departed as rapidly as he had arrived, an ephemeral presence in the ancient halls of the Escalan Headquarters.
Executive Officer Christopher Afalaken gazed down at the mahogany desk. It was ancient, a relic of the times thousands of years past when information was stored on fibers of living matter pressed flat into a sheet. Legend had it that this hulk of wood had once been used by Executive Officer Enguerrade nine millennia hence. He had secured the existence of the Corps along with Robert Afalaken, Chris's distant ancestor. Gazing at the gnarled and pitted wood, he felt as old as the remains of the fallen tree. He was so old, and wished to step down and wait for a peaceful demise. For eighty years he had held this position, guiding the Corps through the twisted paths it followed to keep peace in the areas they patrolled. He recalled a scrap of an essay written by his father, Kent Afalaken. It seemed proper for these times, he thought as his lips curved in a bitter smile.
"If the price of our justice and peace is the invasive, oppressive quest to know everything, then where is the joy in that peace? Is it not said by the wise of our times that the glory of the interstellar expansion is the freedom to create, to be set apart from the chaos of life, yet embrace it in a new way? My friends and countrymen, remember this: The day the guardians of peace and justice become the arbiters of justice is the day we become the oppressors we seek to condemn."
Wise words from a wise man, thought Christopher. The ever-pressing concern that the Star Fleet was not big enough to cope with an interstellar war was held back by this reprimand to the Corps from his father. He sighed and returned to his task at hand, that of plotting the movements of the Blue Star Fleet in dealing with the Szorginid rebellion. I'll be interested in the results of that scientific inquiry, he thought. Perhaps some technology lost there could be of use to us.
Atrein 38, 13552 | Space near the Astekul system | Alpharion Galaxy
Commander Max Zimmerman of the S.F.S. Miles Deniyan waited impatiently. The transport was late, and his Fleet needed to go out of its way to deliver the scientists. The quicker it could go back to regular patrols, the better.
"Hmmph," he said as a the rippling edges of a portal began to form, and the familiar stars of home shone through. It seemed like another world to Zimmerman, traveling the lifeless voids of the universe millions of light-years from home. The transport emerged from the hole just as it began to dissipate.
"Late for everything, that captain," observed the commander. "Let's go meet these scientists, then." He departed the bridge in a swirl of his gold cloak.
Son, that is not a wall of text. That doesn't even approach wall of text.Kreanoltha wrote:Deep Space
Odykenus Orbit
The cityship Odykenus floated through the starless void like a delicate bronze flower. Small bits of space junk bounced off the half-bubble of shielding that surrounded the city creating green and gold spiderswebs through the dome. Thousands of kilometers away from the city three ships – one arrowhead shaped battleship and two long, sword shaped battlecruisers – orbited the city. Deeper into orbit, small spherical probes arrayed throughout the light hour around the city. Kreanolthans had never developed sensors that could function very well beyond a few light seconds, but drones equipped with sensor suites and an FTLCOMS package allowed them to get around that limitation. They would scan every ten minutes and send the data back to the FLEETCOMS tower for VI analysis.
Battlecruiser Torva Sprite
On the surprisingly roomy bridge (though in the parlance of the Kreanolthan Republican Navy, having enough room to turn around with someone else standing up qualified as 'roomy.') of the battlecruiser Torva Sprite, BC-033, Lieutenant Lianus lazily watched the smoke from his cigarette curl in front of his face. He was the XO and as such had alternate watch. He reached under his seat for his flask of vodka and took a long drought to try to find something to make his boredom more palatable. He had joined the navy to get his college paid off. Most of the provecti had only stayed just long to get compensation for their tuition, but as an elf, Lianus had had all the time in the universe (well until its heat death anyway). He'd always been interested in naval strategy, though the WWII surface combat had always held more interest for him than the somewhat more mathematical deep space warfare.
Lianus perked up a little to read the latest report from the sensors. Everything was still clear. Not that he was at all surprised. Nothing was going on at all. He'd read the report about how the military’s alert level had been moved from five to three, but he wasn't so sure. He'd heard something about the Second Fleet had been in some sort of engagement but the details were fuzzy on that one. The 304th's engagement had gotten better publicity. The ESAU (enhanced special assault unit) division had cleaned up groundside; not that there was ever any question about it. They were the most veteran noncoms in the Marine Corp. Each soldier in it had personally participated in over one hundred campaigns earning access to the most advanced equipment the Marine Corp could acquire for them. Lianus almost felt sorry for anyone unfortunate enough to have the 304th sent after him. He also wished he'd been there to see it. He took a slow puff on his cigarette. Anything would be more interesting then sitting here on the bridge of an old battlecuiser not doing anything. He wanted his captain's commission so he could delegate this stuff to his XO. He reconsidered his earlier sympathy for the 304th's targets. They were pirates. Parasites and murders. That revelation didn't make watch any less boring. He looked at his console again. Still nothing.
One hour, one flask, and a pack of cigarettes had passed. Lianus was still awake at least. He looked at the console again and wasn't surprised to see that there was... wait. That was... There was no way. There was nothing below the boarder as far as he knew. Then again... he'd skimmed the report on the 2nd fleet. This was definitely a contact. A lot of contacts with no FOF tags from the same vector on which 2nd fleet's engagement had been.
“Finally got some action.” Lianus said with a grin. "Commander Septalus, we have contacts. They match the profile from 2nd fleet's report."
Whatever the contacts were they were a long way out. Two hours at best sublight he estimated. Still, she had to do it. Commander Septalus reached over to the COMS panel and hit the general quarters klaxon.
“This is XO Commander Septalus. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a drill. Captain Nalius to the bridge. Captain Nalius to the bridge.” The words had barely left her lips before she saw the stocky, orange haired provecti stride onto the bridge.
“Commander Septalus. Relieved.” the captain barked. “Aye. You have the bridge sir.” “Get some rack time.”
Lieutenant Septalus began to say that she wasn't even tired as elves only needed to sleep once or twice a month at most, three times less than provecti, but realized she'd be protesting down time at the same time. “Aye aye sir.” she saluted. Nalius quickly returned her salute before returning to the command console.
As she turned to leave the bridge a hologram of Admiral Tegalthus appeared in the holotank before the command console. His lithe frame seemed almost skeletal in the green light of the hologram. His hair was obviously jet black, and his gray eyes seemed black in the glare of the holotank. “Fleet; set condition one through out the fleet. Acknowledge.”
“Lieutenant Hikalus, acknowledge.” Captain Nalius barked. “Set condition one throughout the ship. I repeat set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Bring fire control for the cannons on line. Warm cannon coils. Transfer control of the PDWS to the VI. Bring all missile pods on line. Prime shield capacitors. Come about on new heading 197 carom 173. Prepare to rendezvous with Arescente Spiraculum and Rabidos Dcemone.
Battleship Arescente Spiraculum
Admiral Tegalthus watched the screen with interest. He'd seen dozens of battles over his three hundred years of service. Several as an admiral, but this was the first time he'd ever seen an enemy be so brazen as to attack a city outright. They'd all gone after planetary targets. They were easier to attack because you couldn't mount Mk. 54 translight drives to a planet. On the other-hand, it was easy to mount them to something that was 'only' 50 km in diameter. Well, not easy, but possible. Normally, he'd just order Odykenus to jump away, but there was a small problem with that. Odykenus' translight drive was malfunctioning.
The last virtual initialization showed the entire city being ripped apart by an asymmetrical dimension tunnel. He might just risk it with a frigate, but Odykenus was home to five hundred million people. He would have to stay and fight. Unlike Lieutenant Septalus, he's taken the time to read Admiral Kelarius' AAR. The 2nd fleet had nearly been destroyed by the enemy, the Dolmholdi Confederation, when a fleet of enemy ships fired a massive salvo of missiles. So many that the PDWS of even the battleship hadn't been able to screen them all out.
With this recent revelation, Admiral Tegalthus was worried. He'd entered service to honor the memory of his adoptive father, the great Admiral Adamus Tegalthus, better known as the Hero of the Ta'Nar War. Now he was worried that he'd disgrace his father's name be failing against this threat. He lit a cigarette and pushed the thought away.
“Lieutenant Hoshimus, recall the rest of the 17th fleet. We'll want all of them.” As Admiral Tegalthus said this, he ran the profiles of the ships through his VI which immediately confirmed his suspicions and the Torva Sprite's report. These were Dolmholdi ships. “Also, send a message to the Durmainian outpost near our boarder. Tell them that we are facing a hostile threat. Aid would be appreciated.” “Aye aye sir.” she replied. “Request away.”
After fifteen minutes of cruising, the three ships finally rendezvoused. “Fleet: formation five twenty-eight.” Formation five twenty-eight was a rarely used formation that allowed a single battleship to protect a pair of battlecruisers. The Arescente Spiraculum pulled ahead while the two battlecruisers fell back. They were fragile ships and would only withstand so much punishment. They slowed as they neared the agreed upon rendezvous point for the rest of the fleet.
As soon as the ships rendezvous they saw seven purple, boiling wells of radiation. As soon as they appeared seven frigates oozed into realspace. Their small, ugly hulls came about and burned towards the three heavy ships. “Fleet.” Admiral Tegalthus ordered, “Assume formation two twenty-one." The battleship and battlecruisers stayed in formation while the frigates arrayed themselves ahead the larger ships.
“Sir. I have reports from the patrol groups.” Lieutenant Hoshimus reported. “They are still forty minutes out.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” Tegalthus said.
At that moment Lieutenant Agalus turned about. “Sir. I have multiple contacts. VI is still tallying. Seems to be over nine thousand. Getting clearer resolution now. It seems to be twelve thousand contacts. Definitely missiles.”
Admiral Tegalthus' face grew grim. “Hoshimus, give me FLEETCOMS.”
“Aye, aye sir. You are on FLEETCOMS.”
“Set condition zero throughout the fleet. I repeat, set condition one throughout the fleet. Bring PDWS to bare. Target enemy missiles. Do not let them near the city.”
As he gave the order, nearly fifteen thousand Cuirass anti-missile missiles tore through the void. They were small compared to the large anti-ship missiles, but they packed a large enough punch to take out the missiles they hunted. The sides and rear of the missiles were covered in repulsor drive banks allowing them to maneuver quickly enough to hit their prey. This was the worst part of any engagement: waiting for the results. The missiles were approximately one hour from impact. At least the rest of the 17th fleet would arrive before the next wave would be fired.
“Fire a volley of anti-ship missiles as well. Fire A-pods one, two, and three now.” Another swarm of missiles jetted from the ships. One hundred and eighty Centurion missiles, two hundred and forty Cerberus missiles, and six hundred and thirty Gladius missiles set off at full acceleration for the Dolmholdi fleet.
The three cruisers and their five destroyer escorts had arrived. The destroyers were now behind the frigates while the cruisers stood shoulder to shoulder with the battleship. Well, shoulder to shoulder in a manner of speaking. There was nearly a thousand kilometers between each ship. The hour had finally elapsed and a brilliant chain of fireballs erupted in the void as the anti-missile missiles slammed into their queries. Admiral Tegalthus looked in satisfaction at the carnage, but as the radiation cleared from seen his satisfaction turned to bewilderment which quickly dissolved into horror. Over half the missiles were still on course to the city. Had the Cuirass missiles missed their mark? No. They were gone. They'd found their mark. Yet...
“Fire another volley!” he ordered.
The thirty minutes seemed to go by much more quickly. Seven thousand this time. More than enough. They hit and... still four thousand. What was he missing? He pulled the TACMAP up in the center of the massive tiered CIC/Bridge of the battleship. By the time this volley reached them they would be within laser range.
“Hold fire.” he ordered. “Wait until birds reach laser range and take them out then.”
This ten minute wait was little more than a blink for Admiral Tegalthus. Lances of light reached out to the enemy missiles. As Tegalthus reviewed the targeting data he realized what was wrong. Rather than targeting three thousand missiles as he'd thought, he was targeting seven thousand. The only explanation was a critical failure in the VI that collated the probe data that the fleet had been using to target the missiles in the first place. Even as he manually drew up new targeting data he could feel the deck tremble beneath his fleet.
“Sir! One impact. Port bow. Shields at ninety-four percent and re-.” Another, larger tremor flowed through the deck. “Five more impacts. Shields at fifty percent. Rebooting PDWS targeting systems. Targets required.”
On the TACMAP, a frigate vanished. Soon after a destroyer and two more frigates vanished. Tegalthus could see a cruiser limping away too, heading for the far side of the city. One more destroy vanished as well. Then... the missiles passed them burning for Odykenus. There was nothing left to do. The fleet was going to fast to stop and accelerate to the city in time to catch the missiles. He saw the city launch her own missiles, but it wasn't enough. Seven hundred missiles slammed into the pier. The first layer of shielding almost exploded. The energy flair managed to destroy one hundred incoming missiles, but five hundred more hit home. Three layers of shielding pealed away, and one hundred missiles slammed into the pier.
Admiral Tegalthus watched in horror on a viewscreen as the last layer of shielding failed. He knew he had failed. Those people were already dead. He zoomed in closer and watched as people running for parking garages and train stations were lifted of their feet by the force of the air leaving the pier. Those still conscious struggled to their feet even as blood streamed from their eyes, noses, and ears. One or two people made it, but it was for naught. Without airlocks there was no way for them to get into the buildings. Then the missiles hit. The initial fireball incinerated people, trees, and building alike The concussive blast ripped buildings off the pier. Twisted shards of softened metal ripped off the pier and the last three kilometers of the pier twisted off. It collided with a twisted chunk of hull from a destroyer. The two masses fused into a single spinning lump throwing off plates of metal. Tegalthus watched the city. The shielding has worked as designed. Internal shields had come on line to keep the rest of the city safe, but if the bent central spire was anything to go by, there was extensive structural damage. He cringed as he saw an elven body floating threw space bisected by a spinning piece of battleplate from a ruined frigate.
by Pavlostani » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:07 pm
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:09 pm
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by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:11 pm
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:14 pm
by The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:16 pm
by Kreanoltha » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:17 pm
The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:My longest post.Status report!" demanded Captain Blair as he rushed onto the bridge. "Sir, White Light Carrack-class light assault zepplins have been spotted by civilian airships" said the Comms officer. "Were not sure, but, numbers are estimated at 12 total" he added. "And what do we have to defend Shanghai?" inquired Blair. "Sir, there are 3 Coastal Defense Batteries, composed of 6 100mm recoiless rifles each, 4 Chiang-class Anti-air patrol boats, 10 Siege Hurroks, and United Unto Dusk ,a 25,000 tonnage Hyrule-class armoured cruiser" said the Tactical officer. " Patch me through to the theatre commander" demanded Blair, "we need to cooridinate the harbour defence." "Sir" replied Comms, "You are the ranking officer within 100 nautical miles" Captain Blair paused for a moment, then stated "Get on the Fleet and Harbour Telegraph line. send the following message."
CODE: SELECT ALL
This is Acting-Commodore Blair to all ADN units in the Shanghai Naval Sector. A White Light air raid is immenint. Group at rally point point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu and prepare to engage aerial hostiles.
"Helm, full ahead towards the rally point" said Blair. Rally point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu was located just one nautical mile of of the tip of Shanghai harbour. After 16 minutes, all forces, save the Hurroks and Coastal Defence Batteries had arrived. "Comms, short-wave radio to the Fleet, assume Firefek position" said Blair. Firefek position was a aerial defence posture assumed by fleets. It placed the Chiangs on the outer perimeter, towards the front, and The Arbiter and United Unto Dusk in the rear, inner perimeter. Usually ineffective against a larger foe, Firefek position was enhanced by the fact that rally point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu was within range of 2 of the Coastal Defence Batteries and 3 Huuroks had assumed position on a jetty not 300 yards away. This greatly increased the AA ability of the ADN. It also stopped the Carracks from deploying their dreaded secondary weapons, a Tesla cannon, because, to fire the cannon requires the Carrack to stop, and if it stops, the Siege Hurroks twin Big-Bertha mortars would pound them out of the air. "Sir!" yelled Comms, "Commander Ying of the United Unto Dusk says he should move his vessel forwards, to shield The Arbiter from torpedos, and"The officer added" because the United Unto Dusk was recently refurbished with 8 steam powered, rotating, triple barreled 8mm flak guns, adding to her classes usual complement of 6 40mm recoiless rifles and 4 105mm Naval Rifles. He says that they have a little advantage over us in terms of Anti-Air." Blair grimmaced, as much as he hated to admit it, The Arbiter was a Surface to Surface vessel, designed to pound enemy coasts or warships with 12 200mm recoiless rifles and 8 100mm naval rifles , not bury enemy air ships with small 8mm shells.Tell commander Ying his request has been confirmed" said Blair, " And tell those Chiangs to stop bunching up, they are just making themselves bigger targets.". Blair stared out the forward viewport and swore he could see the silohuettes of the Carracks. "Crows Nest reports hostiles are 10 miles out, Sir" said Comms. 10 miles, thought Blair, almost inside the 200mm's range. But no, that would waste ammunition, as the Carracks were moving to fast, coming straight at them....."Tactical, have the Number One and Two batteries target the Carracks." "Affirmitive" said the Tactical officer. If they are coming straight at us, mused Blair, then the 200mm's should be able to hit them, as long as they did not make any sudden deviations from their courses. "Batteries One and Two have firing solutions, Sir" said Tactical. " Crows Nest reports they are 8 miles out, Sir" said Comms. "FIRE all batteries! Two round salvo! Armour Piercing , then High Explosive" ordered Blair. The Arbiter shuddered once, then twice as the Number One and Two batteries opened fire. Each Battery was composed of two 200mms, and all together poured 4 armour piercing and 4 high explosive rounds into the enemy. The first four rounds reached the enemy. One was a complete miss, while two hit their targets dead on, tearing through the 6cm battle plate of the Carracks, gutting one and imploding the other. The final round went a little high and smashed through one Carrack's tail-section and into another's bow. This caused the two to collide, implode and fall into the sea. Then the HE rounds arrived. Targetted at the same Carracks, 2 were complete misses. The othere two, however, met their targets. One hit the gutted, drifting Carrack. It exploded, then winked out, only to reignite when leaked hydrogen wafted over it. An explosion ripped the air ship in half, sending it back into the sea. The other shot hit an undamaged Carrack, and by a stoke of luck, hit the command center dead on, shattering the glass and roasting the command crew alive. This Carrack began a slow descent into the sea, as the helm lost control. But, there were still 8 Carracks left, and they dodged, weaved and rolled out of the targets of the 200mm. For what good it would do. For they had entered the 6 mile range. They were now targeted by 100mms.
by The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:18 pm
Kreanoltha wrote:The Holy Dominion of Inesea wrote:My longest post.Status report!" demanded Captain Blair as he rushed onto the bridge. "Sir, White Light Carrack-class light assault zepplins have been spotted by civilian airships" said the Comms officer. "Were not sure, but, numbers are estimated at 12 total" he added. "And what do we have to defend Shanghai?" inquired Blair. "Sir, there are 3 Coastal Defense Batteries, composed of 6 100mm recoiless rifles each, 4 Chiang-class Anti-air patrol boats, 10 Siege Hurroks, and United Unto Dusk ,a 25,000 tonnage Hyrule-class armoured cruiser" said the Tactical officer. " Patch me through to the theatre commander" demanded Blair, "we need to cooridinate the harbour defence." "Sir" replied Comms, "You are the ranking officer within 100 nautical miles" Captain Blair paused for a moment, then stated "Get on the Fleet and Harbour Telegraph line. send the following message."
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This is Acting-Commodore Blair to all ADN units in the Shanghai Naval Sector. A White Light air raid is immenint. Group at rally point point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu and prepare to engage aerial hostiles.
"Helm, full ahead towards the rally point" said Blair. Rally point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu was located just one nautical mile of of the tip of Shanghai harbour. After 16 minutes, all forces, save the Hurroks and Coastal Defence Batteries had arrived. "Comms, short-wave radio to the Fleet, assume Firefek position" said Blair. Firefek position was a aerial defence posture assumed by fleets. It placed the Chiangs on the outer perimeter, towards the front, and The Arbiter and United Unto Dusk in the rear, inner perimeter. Usually ineffective against a larger foe, Firefek position was enhanced by the fact that rally point Alpha-Alpha-Zulu was within range of 2 of the Coastal Defence Batteries and 3 Huuroks had assumed position on a jetty not 300 yards away. This greatly increased the AA ability of the ADN. It also stopped the Carracks from deploying their dreaded secondary weapons, a Tesla cannon, because, to fire the cannon requires the Carrack to stop, and if it stops, the Siege Hurroks twin Big-Bertha mortars would pound them out of the air. "Sir!" yelled Comms, "Commander Ying of the United Unto Dusk says he should move his vessel forwards, to shield The Arbiter from torpedos, and"The officer added" because the United Unto Dusk was recently refurbished with 8 steam powered, rotating, triple barreled 8mm flak guns, adding to her classes usual complement of 6 40mm recoiless rifles and 4 105mm Naval Rifles. He says that they have a little advantage over us in terms of Anti-Air." Blair grimmaced, as much as he hated to admit it, The Arbiter was a Surface to Surface vessel, designed to pound enemy coasts or warships with 12 200mm recoiless rifles and 8 100mm naval rifles , not bury enemy air ships with small 8mm shells.Tell commander Ying his request has been confirmed" said Blair, " And tell those Chiangs to stop bunching up, they are just making themselves bigger targets.". Blair stared out the forward viewport and swore he could see the silohuettes of the Carracks. "Crows Nest reports hostiles are 10 miles out, Sir" said Comms. 10 miles, thought Blair, almost inside the 200mm's range. But no, that would waste ammunition, as the Carracks were moving to fast, coming straight at them....."Tactical, have the Number One and Two batteries target the Carracks." "Affirmitive" said the Tactical officer. If they are coming straight at us, mused Blair, then the 200mm's should be able to hit them, as long as they did not make any sudden deviations from their courses. "Batteries One and Two have firing solutions, Sir" said Tactical. " Crows Nest reports they are 8 miles out, Sir" said Comms. "FIRE all batteries! Two round salvo! Armour Piercing , then High Explosive" ordered Blair. The Arbiter shuddered once, then twice as the Number One and Two batteries opened fire. Each Battery was composed of two 200mms, and all together poured 4 armour piercing and 4 high explosive rounds into the enemy. The first four rounds reached the enemy. One was a complete miss, while two hit their targets dead on, tearing through the 6cm battle plate of the Carracks, gutting one and imploding the other. The final round went a little high and smashed through one Carrack's tail-section and into another's bow. This caused the two to collide, implode and fall into the sea. Then the HE rounds arrived. Targetted at the same Carracks, 2 were complete misses. The othere two, however, met their targets. One hit the gutted, drifting Carrack. It exploded, then winked out, only to reignite when leaked hydrogen wafted over it. An explosion ripped the air ship in half, sending it back into the sea. The other shot hit an undamaged Carrack, and by a stoke of luck, hit the command center dead on, shattering the glass and roasting the command crew alive. This Carrack began a slow descent into the sea, as the helm lost control. But, there were still 8 Carracks left, and they dodged, weaved and rolled out of the targets of the 200mm. For what good it would do. For they had entered the 6 mile range. They were now targeted by 100mms.
You'll want to start breaking up your paragraphs actually. You've that second one crammed together especially badly.
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