Post by En1gma on Dec 23, 2015 16:09:33 GMT -5
BEGIN AUDIO LOG
Templar Byron: Fleet Commander of the Delta Wing of the Exodus Retreat.
Someone’s gotta keep track of all this. Damned computers can’t tell it like someone who actually saw it. Came out of our jump, smashed straight through an asteroid field or two. Can’t be sure-- moving so fast it all passed in a blur. Ships sustained massive damage, luckily the Colony ships held together…
While the Factions bickered about which systems to claim, I set to work scouting the area. Ice everywhere, penned in my massive asteroid fields. Abundance of habitable systems. Damned sensors can’t read anything with all this ice everywhere. We wouldn’t know there was a threat unless we came face to face with it…
Star Date: 1.35AE. Most of our inner quadrant is mapped, but we have great need of anomalous intelligence. Things are like a memory drop of the surrounding systems-- never know what you’re going to find…
Star Date: 1.43AE. Another ice field, directed the Defender Class to begin harvesting W/F. Low Power directive issued. Can’t let anything find us when we haven’t even refueled...
Star Date: 1.45AE. Fecking knew it. Nyktos. A Missile Attack Ship, backed up against one of the asteroids at the edge of the newly discovered ice field… Now the damnable sensors can read it, luckily their weapons systems haven’t been activated. Ordered the Defender to retreat to the edge of sensor range. Second Defender is close. Ordered to come to assist, should the Nyktos power up and engage.
Star Date: 1.46AE. We have enough W/F to engage… Hardest decision of my career… Ordered all weapons charged, thrusters full ahead. Such a powerful ship-- you can feel the engines humming through the entire deck. Ice slams against the bulkhead as we close distance. Quick maneuver sends us within Gun range and our shots slam into the Nyktos filth. Their ship springs to life, and jumps out of the ice, heading due north. Factions Thulun and Cadar of the Alliance are ordered to construct a Strike Fighter apiece, to watch over the systems until this threat is dealt with.
Star Date: 1.47AE. Pursuing this ship as best we can. They are still within Torpedo range, so we send a full volley. Explosions flower in the vacuum of space and collapse into themselves. The Nyktos feeds even more power to their engines and disappear into the fog of our sensors. I know they are still there.
Star Date: 1.48AE. By Shalun, what have I done? In my blind zeal, I have led us into a trap. Four Xeno worlds come within range as our sensors pierce the blackness. It is too late to turn back. I order full speed ahead and we close with the Missile Attack Ship as it comes into orbit around one of the seething hive worlds. Our guns burn bright in the perpetual night, and the MAS erupts into a thousand pieces, sending them crashing into the atmosphere below us. We must withdraw.
Star Date: 1.49AE. Just as we turned to flee our precarious position, a Xeno Colony Hive comes rocketing off the surface and into our gun range. We open with a heavy volley, and cripple its engines. The guns make ready to fire. We cannot leave until this ship is defeated just like the MAS before it. Shalun watch over us.
Both Cadar and Thulun are finished with their Fighters, ahead of schedule. The one closest to our ice field is ordered to come to our aid. Having finished with exploring several anomalies to the North West of our field, the Explorer Vessel burns through the space between us, accelerating to provide ranged support.
Star Date: 1.50AE. The Hive ship could not stand against us, and it too was sent to the system below, in as many pieces as the one before it. Sensors are picking up movement all around us. There! Two more MAS and a pair of Mass Drivers swing around the horizon of the remaining three star systems. Their weapons are glowing hot, and they let loose a volley, but the distance between us cause their shots to pass us by with minimal damages. Full retreat, under fire. As we boost away from the new threats, ANOTHER colony hive blasts out of orbit and into a neighboring, uninhabited system. Damnit, there are too many…
Star Date: 2.1AE. Both Defenders are now within the safety of the ice field, and crews are working frantically to harvest enough W/F to get the guns firing again. It will take some time, however, and we have none. Between a gap in the asteroids hemming the ice in one place comes our Explorer Class, who picks a point behind the sturdier Defenders and powers down. Its own crew members begin harvesting their own W/F. We are exposed. I order the Explorers to sweep the area closest to the Nyktos with the last of their W/F, and the sweep reveals the Nyktos remaining in orbit.
What a hell of an anniversary present. Who would have thought a brief repast would be the best gift the Xeno could give? I need some rest.
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Templar Byron: Fleet Commander of the Delta Wing of the Exodus Retreat.
Someone’s gotta keep track of all this. Damned computers can’t tell it like someone who actually saw it. Came out of our jump, smashed straight through an asteroid field or two. Can’t be sure-- moving so fast it all passed in a blur. Ships sustained massive damage, luckily the Colony ships held together…
While the Factions bickered about which systems to claim, I set to work scouting the area. Ice everywhere, penned in my massive asteroid fields. Abundance of habitable systems. Damned sensors can’t read anything with all this ice everywhere. We wouldn’t know there was a threat unless we came face to face with it…
Star Date: 1.35AE. Most of our inner quadrant is mapped, but we have great need of anomalous intelligence. Things are like a memory drop of the surrounding systems-- never know what you’re going to find…
Star Date: 1.43AE. Another ice field, directed the Defender Class to begin harvesting W/F. Low Power directive issued. Can’t let anything find us when we haven’t even refueled...
Star Date: 1.45AE. Fecking knew it. Nyktos. A Missile Attack Ship, backed up against one of the asteroids at the edge of the newly discovered ice field… Now the damnable sensors can read it, luckily their weapons systems haven’t been activated. Ordered the Defender to retreat to the edge of sensor range. Second Defender is close. Ordered to come to assist, should the Nyktos power up and engage.
Star Date: 1.46AE. We have enough W/F to engage… Hardest decision of my career… Ordered all weapons charged, thrusters full ahead. Such a powerful ship-- you can feel the engines humming through the entire deck. Ice slams against the bulkhead as we close distance. Quick maneuver sends us within Gun range and our shots slam into the Nyktos filth. Their ship springs to life, and jumps out of the ice, heading due north. Factions Thulun and Cadar of the Alliance are ordered to construct a Strike Fighter apiece, to watch over the systems until this threat is dealt with.
Star Date: 1.47AE. Pursuing this ship as best we can. They are still within Torpedo range, so we send a full volley. Explosions flower in the vacuum of space and collapse into themselves. The Nyktos feeds even more power to their engines and disappear into the fog of our sensors. I know they are still there.
Star Date: 1.48AE. By Shalun, what have I done? In my blind zeal, I have led us into a trap. Four Xeno worlds come within range as our sensors pierce the blackness. It is too late to turn back. I order full speed ahead and we close with the Missile Attack Ship as it comes into orbit around one of the seething hive worlds. Our guns burn bright in the perpetual night, and the MAS erupts into a thousand pieces, sending them crashing into the atmosphere below us. We must withdraw.
Star Date: 1.49AE. Just as we turned to flee our precarious position, a Xeno Colony Hive comes rocketing off the surface and into our gun range. We open with a heavy volley, and cripple its engines. The guns make ready to fire. We cannot leave until this ship is defeated just like the MAS before it. Shalun watch over us.
Both Cadar and Thulun are finished with their Fighters, ahead of schedule. The one closest to our ice field is ordered to come to our aid. Having finished with exploring several anomalies to the North West of our field, the Explorer Vessel burns through the space between us, accelerating to provide ranged support.
Star Date: 1.50AE. The Hive ship could not stand against us, and it too was sent to the system below, in as many pieces as the one before it. Sensors are picking up movement all around us. There! Two more MAS and a pair of Mass Drivers swing around the horizon of the remaining three star systems. Their weapons are glowing hot, and they let loose a volley, but the distance between us cause their shots to pass us by with minimal damages. Full retreat, under fire. As we boost away from the new threats, ANOTHER colony hive blasts out of orbit and into a neighboring, uninhabited system. Damnit, there are too many…
Star Date: 2.1AE. Both Defenders are now within the safety of the ice field, and crews are working frantically to harvest enough W/F to get the guns firing again. It will take some time, however, and we have none. Between a gap in the asteroids hemming the ice in one place comes our Explorer Class, who picks a point behind the sturdier Defenders and powers down. Its own crew members begin harvesting their own W/F. We are exposed. I order the Explorers to sweep the area closest to the Nyktos with the last of their W/F, and the sweep reveals the Nyktos remaining in orbit.
What a hell of an anniversary present. Who would have thought a brief repast would be the best gift the Xeno could give? I need some rest.
END OF AUDIO LOG