Space, the Final Frontier.

[Meynolds]

This is the Imperial battlefleet.

The fleet has been sent here to scout a new world, and to prevent the New Republic from interfering in the Invasion of the planet which has been named "Town" due to a large number of drunken scientists at the time of naming.

Reports say that they have nothing but primitive technology, but given the failure of the Empire to the Ewoks at Endor, they cannot be underestimated.

We do not know if the New Republic has come here or not, but we must find that out and prevent them from enacting their plans.

((Nothing will occur about that until there are enough people that it is reasonable to start a battle.))

This fleet is commanded by Grand Admiral Thrawn (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Thrawn). ((Controlled by me when I am online. NPC otherwise.))

The average ship has a moderate number of Dark Adepts, who do wield lightsabers, a large number of imperial pilots, a small number of high ranking officials, and a moderate number of Stormtroopers.

List of Commanders:

((Just post in the thread requesting a command.))

{table=head]Name|Rank|Ship

Thrawn|Grand Admiral|Chimaera [/table]

[Lord Magtok]

A hologram of Magtok materializes on board the bridge of the Chimera. His hood is on, and his face is unseen. Only the glow of his red robotic eye is visible from within the hood.

Somehow, the hologram manages to convey a message of contempt towards the Imperials.

Who is in charge here, and what do they think they're doing in orbit of the Town?

[Vespe Ratavo]

A hologram of Vespe also appears next to the hologram of Magtok.
Hey! Magtok! It's me, Vespe! Remember? Anyway, who do you guys think you are? You come up here in your big old ship and think you can just ORBIT the Town like you're some kinda level 30 big shot? Well... let me see what I have to say about that.
*Gets in Tron getup*
BUAHHAHAH!
*goes into system to wreak havoc*

[Meynolds]

The command chair turns around to reveal a blue skinned red eyed humanoid. His voice is calm, despite the fact that you did just barge onto his starship.

I am in charge, and the Emperor has commanded me to take over this world. I presume you have an objection to that?

Of course, the engineers try to fling Vespe out of the system.

The Chiss speaks to Vespe (Whether he is in the system or not) And I am 35th level thank you.

[Nekulor]

*Lord Nekulor Dyrr's medium sized airship materializes in space above the planet*

Mr.Vader, in a communication to the encroaching fleet
"Lord Dyrr has not finished his defense of the murderer Fus yet, but he will arrive shortly. I am acting admiral of this ship until then. Mr. Riddle, raise shields 75%, and convert 30% of power to maintaining our vacuum shields. I do not want to die from suffocation in space... ah the perils of using an airship as an intergalactic vessel."

* on the vessel, two large cannons can be seen gathering a black antimatter energy. They seem to be powered by an unseen energy source.*

[Meynolds]

((In communication with Thrawn?))

[Nekulor]

((Yes, in communication to Thrawn.))

[Lord Magtok]

The hologram stares angrily at the two interfering pests, and turns to Thrawn.

Sir, this entire world will have objection to your intrusion. There is also a wide variety of powerful energies on this world, many of which could easily annihilate your forces.

However, I am willing to strike a deal. You see, I am in need of a new body. My previous one was slaughtered in an unfortunate occurence. If you give me command of a major portion of your fleet and resources, I will aid you in taking this very unique world, build myself a new body, and this world will be under my jurisdiction.

Any objections, Admiral?

((He should have an objection or two, as that's a very unfair deal. Magtok gets the world, and the stuff, and Thrawn gets nothing.))

[Castaras]

Fus appears and begins playing with the levers and knobs.

[Meynolds]

((No, he gets the fame.))

Lord Vader, the Emperor has deemed that Lord Dyyr and Fus are irrelevant to this. I am here to subjugate this world in its entirty.

Fus, get away from the control panels.

A pair of Dark Adepts walk over to him, holding lightsabers in their hands.

As to your proposition, Magtok, I am afraid I can not agree to those terms. Perhaps we could split the world between us? Also, you would get a position within the fleet, perhaps commanding a ship or a small group of ships.

Would those terms be acceptable?

[Castaras]

Fus carries on playing with the levers and knobs.

[Meynolds]

The Adepts use the force to try and throw him away from the control panels.

[Castaras]

He gets thrown back. He stands up and goes back to the same control panel and begins playing with the levers and knobs. The ship should start jerking about now...

[Meynolds]

The ship shakes for a brief couple of seconds, and anyone who looks out the main view can see a small squadron of X-wings exploding in wondrous colors.

So they are here already Thrawn mutters to himself.

[Castaras]

Fus carries on manipulating the controls.

[Meynolds]

Out the front window, several repeating lasers can be seen moving in sockets.

The main hologram display now shows a pair of small frigates moving towards the fleet.

Maneuver the Star Destroyers Sabre and Republic to strike with full broadsides.

[Castaras]

Fus yanks on a random control lever. He yanks down a few random levers too.

[Meynolds]

The guns stop moving, and the Adepts grab him by his shoulders, to take him down to the brig.

[Castaras]

Hey! I'm just having fun where the fourth wall can't hurt me for being two places at once!

He gets caught.

[Meynolds]

((Say, where else is he? And why wouldn't the fourth wall be working here?))

Hearing this the Adepts attempt to inject him from some syringes labeled "Fourth Wall Injection" to get him back to being in one place at a time.

[Castaras]

(( In one of the cells at the police station. ))

He ducks and runs about, yanking on controls, pressing big red buttons, and pulling levers.

[Meynolds]

((So, why would the fourth wall not be attacking him?))

Several shots are fired from the 501st division on the ship.
Note: The Stormtrooper Effect does not apply to the 501st.

Meanwhile, several Noghri sneak behind Fus.

Also on the main hologram now shows shots being fired between the frigates and Star Destroyers.

The frigates are annihilated.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor materializes on his ship*
Lord vader, I see we are engaged. Please open full broadside antimatter cannon fire upon the republic star destroyers. Shields to 80% power.
*Nekulor walks to a panel and increases the power it draws from his soul in his phylactery*
We should be able to sustain a full battle now.

[Castaras]

(( Because this isn't Fus. It's a magical projection. ))

Fus stands in front of a large red button, which says "Do not press". He presses it.

[Meynolds]

Thrawn sends a message over to Nekulor's ship.

Actually, that was simply a scouting party. They are commanded by a Bothan, and this is a typical scouting party.

The button springs a trap, and the floor opens up below him, leading out into space through a force field.

[Castaras]

The projection fizzles up and disappears.

Be seeing you!

[Meynolds]

The trap is reset.

Thrawn smiles somewhat.
There is a reason it says do not press.

[Lord Magtok]

((No, he gets the fame.))

Lord Vader, the Emperor has deemed that Lord Dyyr and Fus are irrelevant to this. I am here to subjugate this world in its entirty.

Fus, get away from the control panels.

A pair of Dark Adepts walk over to him, holding lightsabers in their hands.

As to your proposition, Magtok, I am afraid I can not agree to those terms. Perhaps we could split the world between us? Also, you would get a position within the fleet, perhaps commanding a ship or a small group of ships.

Would those terms be acceptable?

Magtok's hologram seems ignorant or uncaring of the New Republic's bombardment.

Fine. I'll create a guide and explanation of the Town's defenses for you. Hold on...

A History of the Town, Town Politics, and Conquering the Town for Dummies appear in front of the hologram.

Browse through these as I look for a Super Star Destoyer I like.

[Meynolds]

Could I get "Conquering the Town" in a master strategist edition? And some artwork from the Town?

He lifts up "Town Politics" and begins to read it.

[Nekulor]

*Within the bowels of Nekulor's airship, a black , tri-barrel gun emerges. The cannon gethers a black energy that slowly phases red as it charges*

Thrawn, disengage now or I will be forced to destroy your entire fleet. You have 10 min. to surrender and disengage, or I will kill you all, then use your reanimated corpses to personally prepare me a 10 course meal on my ship. If you do not comply, I will fire, and this cannon can rip a hole in space time. I have it linked to me, so it casts what I cast, times 500.

*flips through his spells*
Ah, here we go. Disintegrate.

...you know...I think I'll just fire now. You wouldn't consider surrender.

*casts, with extend spell and empower spell*
Now! Fire the cannon!

*the ray of disintegrate crushes into the shields of the imperial flagship and the two smaller star destroyers*
Ha!
*casts force barrier around his ship, then uses 5 diamonds to prepare a permenancy spell for it*
Shields holding at 85%.

[Meynolds]

((Actually he would consider surrender. This is Thrawn, not Moff Tarkin.))

Two of the ships disintegrate, and the Chimaera simply vanishes.

A new Chimaera appears from behind the moon.

In communication with Nekulor:
Do you really think I would leave my Flagship in the open like that?

We shall fall back, but we shall be returning in all likelihood.

The Emperor does not like failure.

[Nekulor]

*image of nekulor*

Persue the fleet. Kill all in your way!

[Meynolds]

Thrawn sighs and cuts the comm.
What good evil is this going to do?
His fleet enters hyperspace, taking the Magtok holo with it.

.75 hyperspace drives, every one of them.

[Lord Magtok]

Deep in an entirely different world, Magtok tries to telekinetically tell Nekular that Thrawn might be a fool, but he also might make an effective tool ally.

[Meynolds]

Thrawn might be a fool

((THRAWN? A FOOL?! I'm calling BS on that.))

[Lord Magtok]

((I didn't say it. Town-Magtok thought it. Not me, the all-seeing OOC version of Magtok.))

[Meynolds]

((Oh, OK. That's alright. I'll just have to prove him wrong then.))

[Flabbicus]

(( Yeah, Thrawn is the single greatest commander or military mind in the Expanded Star Wars Universe. You would have to be a greater fool than Admiral Piett to call him a fool. ))

[blackout]

A large number of contacts appear on the radar screens of each of the ships in the Imperial Battlefleet, thirty-seven to be specific.

A hologram of Shas'O Nukular appears on the bridge of the Chimaera.

Attention unknown vessels! This is Shas'O Nukular of the mercenary base-ship Blackout Raider. You are ordered to identify yourselves!

[Meynolds]

((I'm going to post what is seen in your thread, alright?))

Blackout Raider, this is the Imperial Starship Chimaera.

I am Grand Admiral Thrawn, currently on a fallback vector from the planet Town.

I do not wish for any unnecessary engagement, I have lost two Star Destroyers today already.

The ships drop out of hyperspace and reposition in a battle line.

[blackout]

Chimaera, please state what your original objectives were when you entered the system. Perhaps we can assist.

[Meynolds]

Thrawn calls up text on a nearby monitor.

To quote:


Mission Objectives:

1. Subjugate the newly discovered world of Town.
2. Destroy the guaranteed Rebel presence nearby.
3. Destroy any other forces in the vicinity.

I do not plan on carrying out point three. I never made this plan, it was made by some idiot Moff behind a comfortable desk.

Idiotic bureaucrats, all of them.

[blackout]

Sadly, I'm afraid I can't let you complete objective one either. And objective two is already completed. There is no such thing as rebels here.

[Meynolds]

I didn't think so on number one. Are you here to conquer the world as well?

Perhaps we could come to an agreement.

We are thinking of different rebels I believe.

These rebels control about a quarter of the known universe, and this planet happens to be on the border between what they have taken and what the Empire controls.

[blackout]

No, really. Ever since we got here, until you showed up, we were the only group with any kind of space forces in the entire system, as well as the surrounding ones. And no, we are not here to conquer this world. This planet is under my personal protection. You wouldn't want it anyways.

[Meynolds]

He sighs.

It is not a question of whether or not I want it, and I don't, it is a question of whether or not some idiot Moff wants it, and he does.

I guess the Rebellion hasn't come here. I was looking forward to facing off against their best admiral.

A Captain comes over and whispers something in his ear.

Thrawn nods and whispers something back.

The Captain sends out several messages to the rest of the fleet and some ships begin to reposition themselves.

[blackout]

Nonetheless, you can't get it for this Moff of yours. This planet is under the government of the town, and is currently protected by my forces. Pull out. Now. Failure to comply will be met with lethal force.

[Meynolds]

At that presice moment, the reason for the movement of the ships becomes apparent.

A number of ships equal to the number of ships in Thrawn's fleet appear at the far reach of scanners.

An impressive number of starfighters fly out of docking bays, engaging starfighters from the other fleet.

Ah, I did not realize that Town has a governemnt. Now if you'll excuse me for a few moments, I have a small fleet to eliminate.

The capital ships are facing each-other, just over maximum range away.

[blackout]

Damn! I can't believe I didn't see that! Launch all fighters and bombers! Order the frigates Interceptor and Shadow to concentrate their fire on those fighters! Arm the Ion Cannons, aim for the lead ship!

[Meynolds]

The rebel fleet forms up into a wedge and begins to charge forward.

The Imperial fleet remains still, firing lasers into the approaching fleet.

As Nukular's fighters intercept the enemy, the dogfights appear to be quite even now.

[blackout]

Nukular notices the other fleet at the far edge of the system, after spotting them on the radar screen.
Attention unidentified fleet! We require assistance! Engage the Imperial forces!
A crewman at a console in front of Nukular gives him a thumbs-up. Nukular nods, knowing what it means.
Fire!
One of the larger guns on the front of the Base-Ship fires right at Admiral Thrawn's flagship. A huge beam of blue-white energy surges forward.
Meanwhile, a pair of torpedo bombers, escorted by a wing of Sabres, flies towards one of the ships that appears to be deploying the most fighters.

[Meynolds]

((You do know their goals are essentially the same as Thrawn's? Of course, Thrawn is unlikely to follow through with his plan, seeing how well defended the Town is.))

As the Rebel fleet approaches Thrawn's, his fleet splits in two, flanking the Rebels.

The huge beam of energy misses the Chimeara as it moved out of the way to better engage the rebels, and instead it hits a carrier, which had incidentally been deploying large numbers of fighters.

The ships at the back of Thrawn's fleet now begin engaging Nukular.

[blackout]

Damn. Missed. Prepare to fire forward plasma lances! Target these frigates. Nukular points at three little red dots, depicting the frigates on his radar screen, which, on the screen, begin blinking. The plasma lances fire, and wipe out the shields, while causing minor hull damage.

[Meynolds]

The trio of frigates retreat slightly and return fire.

The rebel capital ships have lost some shields, and are beginning to take minor damage.

One portion of Thrawn's fleet begins working around to be behind the rebel fleet.

A hologram of Vader appears on Thrawn's bridge and tells him something, to which he responds I don't give a kriff about Skywalker.

[blackout]

Hmm? Nukular thnks for a moment, and just shrugs. Arm shield-breakers and torpedoes! Target the flagship. The sooner we cut the head off the serpent, the better.

[Meynolds]

((May I ask what he thought?))

The ships reach the rear of the rebel ships and begin to take out the engines.

A small number of ships form up around the flagship and open fire on Nukular's ships.

Meanwhile, a scratchy hologram appears on the flagship of Nukular's fleet.

Identify yourself it says.

[blackout]

Shas'O Nukular, Blackout Raiders Mercenary Army. You are...?

The Base-ship's concussion missles, particle cannons, and autocannons open fire on the ships surrounding the Chimaera. Three of the Raider cruisers move to support the rebel ships, opening fire with their plasma lances and autocannons on the Imperials.

((He assumed Skywalker might be the commander of the carrier that was destroyed, or something like that.))

[Meynolds]

One of the ships protecting the Chimaera explodes spectacularly, and creates quite the cloud of debris and smoke.

The Imperial ships continue to fire on the rear of the Rebellion fleet, which begins, ship by ship, to jump to hyperspace.

-------------------

Admiral Nek Bwua'tu, Supreme Commander, Alliance to Restore the Republic.

At this the holo becomes rather fuzzy, and it coincides with at Mon Calamari cruiser jumping to hyperspace.

[blackout]

Why are they jumping out?! Damn! Cruiser group Delta, break off and fall back! All frigates, form Attack Position Delta-four-zero! Battleships, form Attack Position Omega-three-two! Cruisers, form up on the Base-ship! Carriers, fall back! Fighters and gunships, pick and engage any targets you wish!

At this, the frigates form a simple arrowhead formation, with eight of the battleships forming a dome formation with one battleship behind it. The Carriers fall back to the edge of the system, and the cruisers surround the base-ship. All ships continue to fire at their nearest targets, but the Base-ship concentrates fire on the Chimaera.

[Meynolds]

((Gotta go. Be back late tomorrow.))

The Imperial Fleet begins to jump in the opposite direction.

[blackout]

Order the fleet to break off and establish a defensive perimeter. Mark my words, Thrawn. This isn't over. Nukular smirks.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor, from the bridge of his ship, The Jezred Chaulsin*

Raider class vessels, by the authority of Great House Dyrr and Lord Nekulor Dyrr himself, you are ordered to identify yourselves, and submit to boarding by my command staff. You are to turn over one battleship and 3 frigates to our forces, or the antimatter augmented disintegrate cannons on my ship will tear your base ship to pieces. You have 30 min. to reply to my demands, or I will forcibly destroy all your ships, reanimate any intact corpses, and use you all to bolster the crew of this ship, and the remainder of my fleet currently stationed within my sanctuary on the 75th layer of the abyss. Failure to comply WILL result in immediate death and permanent servitude to me. Compliance will assure you fair compensation for your aid, as well as the assistance of Sub-comandante Picard, who will serve in an advisory manner.

[blackout]

I am Shas'O Nukular of the mercenary army 'Blackout Raiders.' Perhaps we can come to a deal, that does not involve me turning a decent-sized chunk of my firepower over to you.

[Dartonus]

The Unholy Wind (a flying intelligent warship crewed only by undead) Pulls out of a rift using greater plane shift. From a distance, the awakened undead who crew the ship fire a ballista shot, which explodes a little more than 15 ft from the ship. A Mind flayer lich teleports onto the Chimaera's bridge, protected by an Epic Mage Armor spell.
You have No reason to be orbiting this planet, Nor should you be. My undead mummy sorcerors Will blow you out of the sky if this continues. I have 40 levels, and am not afraid to use them!

[blackout]

What is with all these people entering orbit?! Up until recently, MY ships were the only ones even here!

[Destro_Yersul]

Destro's player steps out of the fourth wall and stands beside Nukular. Because they want too? Nice crisis suit, by the way. Say, would you mind terribly if I had a few covenant destroyers show up? I'd very much like the opportunity to put a dent in the ego of this Nekulor fellow.

[Dartonus]

Well, excuse me If I am overreacting, but you are above my workshop, and I was just about to test a high powered death cannon. so please move your ship unless it wants to get blown open.

[Nekulor]

Nukular, we can come to an agreement, right after we blast these two sod-brained idiots who just showed up out of the sky.

[blackout]

The hologram of Nukular, currently in place cus he's on the planet's surface, shakes it's head. Ok, first, lemme lay some ground rules for everyone here. One, I don't care if you guys kill eachother. Just leave my fleet out of the crossfire. I need every ship I can get, and can't afford to risk losing them in a petty squabble between town natives. Second, if and when Thrawn shows up again, what makes you think he won't shoot at you guys as well? I think that we should focus all of our firepower on a consolidated defense effort. We can kill eachother later. The defense of the town is all that matters at this point.

[blackout]

Nukular's thunderhawk docks with the base-ship and Nukular returns to the bridge, shutting off the hologram. Alright, I'm back. Oh, and, uh, shipyard-ships inbound, don't fire. I need those.

A half-dozen ships as large as the base-ship jump in, looking like giant space-dock facilities with engines. They take up position on the far edge of the system, while multiple Thunderhawk transports fly over to them, loaded with the raw materials neccessary for ship construction.

[Nekulor]

Alright Nukular, consider us neutral for the moment.

As for the idiot on your bridge and deathboy over there, boarding party's are on the way. Should you open fire, I will blast you both out of space.

A special note to the undead, I have undeath to death prepared, amplified, extended and empowered and only need to touch the antimatter cannon to channel the spell. Join me, and the benefits are very nice, including all expenses paid vacations to wonderful locales around the world, as well as full health care.

[blackout]

About the idiot on my bridge. I think I'll have my marines detain him until you can get here. We'll turn him over to you.

Marines promptly attempt to capture Destro's player.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the system, the mobile space-yards are already constructing and pumping out frigates, cruisers, battleships, and so on, with several ships of each type being built every minute.

[Nekulor]

*Holo-nekulor to Nukular*
Wonderful! I'll take him off your hands immediately.

*a small vessel can be seen undocking from the Chaulsin and making its way to the flagship.

[blackout]

Personally, I just don't care what happens. I got four priorities. One, keeping the town safe, two, keeping my men alive, three, keeping myself alive, and four, earning a little cash on the side if at all possible. In that order. The rest is all bloody gristle for the machine.

[Nekulor]

*a nondescript navy officer of Nekulor's fleet requests permission to take custody of the prisoner after docking*

"Here for the prisoner. In thanks, I'm giving you plans to this spell powered lesser phase cannon. If you have a wizard, it works amazingly. Lord Dyrr sends his best regards."

[blackout]

Feh. He can keep his regards. We'll take the cannon, though. Sub-Shas'O Yutu, search for a decent-level NPC wizard that happens to be planetside. And here's your prisoner.

The marines hand him over.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor's officer salutes, and boards the shuttle with the prisoner, who is imprisoned in a force cage. The ship undocks and returns to the chaulsin, with a detention cell open, ready and waiting.*

[blackout]

And just for the record, I don't think I'll be turning over my ships anytime soon. I have a defensive perimeter to hold together, and I strongly suspect Thrawn will be returning within the next six hours. I cannot afford such a loss at this time.

[AmberVael]

A very small version of Vael appears over Destro's player's shoulder, invisible and non-existant to anyone but him.
Lets kill them. Lets kill them all.

[Castaras]

Castaras appears on his other shoulder.

If you kill them I'll turn the scrap metal into a cookie machine.

[AmberVael]

Vael blinks and looks over at Castaras.
Wait, what happened to opposing devil-angel figures? Aren't you supposed to be going against me?

[Dartonus]

Undeath to Death, Eh? Nice, but a fight is not what you want, just like you do not want the item set of pain consisting of The +2 knifehat, and The fireface, to name a few. Also, my Arrrow Demons are itching to try out their arrows, and my siege golem wants to crush all floating tin cans I tell it to.
If only I was still an Illithid prince my attack would be perfect...
Anyways, I do suggest you cease hostilities unless you want my (Extremely heavily-guarded) Oblivion cannon to blow a hokle in this ship, and the planet's atmosphere. I want to use it half power, but I am a busy lich. Don't Aggravate me, or you may regret it...

If you can name where the reference came from, you get a cookie

[AmberVael]

((8-bit theatre. Duh))

[blackout]

8-bit theater. And, at the end, I think the Hulk.

[Castaras]

Hey, your the good guy right?

[Dartonus]

:biggrin: You got it! can't locate a cookie though...
______
/ 0 O 0 o \
| O 0 O 0|
\ 0 0 0 /
-------
There ya go! Homemade, too!
Never seen the Hulk, so can't verify the second one.

[AmberVael]

Me? Hell no! I'm the incarnation of the player who made Vael the character, practically made hell in Town and in my characters lives.. and other characters... Aesa... yeah, specially that last one.

[Nekulor]

*the shuttle arrives on the chaulsin and the prisoner is dragged to a cell*

[AmberVael]

Vael the player points out that such godmodding that nukulor and nekulor have been doing is likely to be ignored.

[Castaras]

I'm the incarnation of the player who...err...

She thinks for a moment.

Creates characters who antagonise people and get Aesa to laugh at them? She ain't good or evil. Therefore she can say whatever she wants.

[blackout]

Nukular the player has only just now spotted that and compared it with the rules.

Nukular the player has deemed himself an idiot, and would retcon this if he was omnipotent.

[AmberVael]

Same here, actually, but being evil is just that much more amusing and interesting.
Vael begins poking Destro's player in the eyeball repeatedly, just because he can get away with it right now, and because he was non-existant so he wasn't really doing it.

[Castaras]

Hey, looks like fun.

She pokes Destro's other eye.

[Nekulor]

*looks back over a few pages*

Hmn... it seems I didn't actually miss something. I thought Nukular somehow captured him and I just missed it. Oops. Ok then. That needs to be fixed.



As of this post:
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Destro is back on the bridge of Nukular's ship. Nothing to see here. Move along.

[AmberVael]

Vael goes into stasis as he waits for Destro.

[Nekulor]

((sorry about that. I just never noticed I never actually saw him fight and get taken into custody))

[Castaras]

Castaras pokes the eye one last time and disappears.

[Meynolds]

Regardless of the goings on, the Rebel fleet returns in all its tarnished glory.

If you look closely, you can see some duct tape on the ships.

No word of Thrawn though...

[Dartonus]

Oh, look. Destroyed rebel ships held together with duct tape that are obviously under the empire's control. Fire the Bolts of prismatic sphere! put a hole in their ship! Duct tape is no match for a wizard/archmage!

[Xaspian]

((Dartonus, how are you in two places at once? Or is this another character who speaks the same, and has similar personality/abilities?))

[Meynolds]

((Look, I'm one person playing both commanders. Would you mind at least attempting peaceful contact? And what happens if the duct tape is made by a more powerful wizard/archmage?))

[Dartonus]

Xaspian:this is an undead luitenant with an illusion to look like me, but has none of my powers other than knowing when to get my warship out of there.(my liutenant specializes in Illusion) he also has a ton of scrolls of greater teleport, and is maxed out in bluff.

[Xaspian]

((Ahh... It's usually polite to mention how characters arrive, who they are and stuff, before talking. That way, people know what you're talking about. And who's talking))

A flying saucer floats past.

I am LRRR, Ruler of Omicron Persei 8!

It then floats back into space.

[Meynolds]

As the bolts "fly" through space, the Rebel ships, uncontrolled by the Empire, fire on the bolts with lasers and such.

Fighters deploy from the bays, and they are obviously X-wings and A-wings.

They blitz the unidentified warship, but not attacking.

A transmission is sent from one of the ships.

Attention, this is Admiral Nek Bwua'tu. Identify yourself and state your reasons for attacking.

[blackout]

Blackout Raider ships immediately form defensive perimeters around the area, frigates in dome formations, cruisers in arrowhead formations, and battleships in firing line formations. The Base-Ship holds position. All ships in the area, cease hostilities and stand down!

[Meynolds]

The Rebel fleet falls silent, no shots being fired.

The fighters fly back to the capital ships.

The capital ships hold position, obviously protecting some very different ships.

I apologize for the interrupted transmission last time. My ships were being decimated.

The talker appears to be a dog-like humanoid.

[blackout]

Understandable. Nonetheless, I believe proper introductions are in order.

[Meynolds]

Agreed. As I have said before, I am Admiral Nek Bwua'tu of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. I have come here to see about colonizing part of the world Town, peacefully if possible. Who are you?

[blackout]

Shas'O Nukular, former commander of Battleforce Skyray of the Tau Empire Defense Forces, and current regimental commander of the Blackout Raiders mercenary army, as well as a newcomer to the Town, and it's protector.

[Meynolds]

Would there be any objections to colonization on Town?

[Nekulor]

Nekulor Dyrr, archlich of the 75th layer of the abyss and god-in-waiting.

[blackout]

Depends on the terms.

[Meynolds]

The Bothan raises an eyebrow at Nekulor.

God-in-waiting? Archlich? I am unfamiliar with these concepts. Could you explain them?

What terms would be acceptable?

[blackout]

Simply put? Stay the hell away from my planet. Find a nice moon to terraform or something.

[Meynolds]

Teraforming? The last time that was done was over 10,000 years ago, and the equipment doesn't even exist anymore.

[blackout]

...You guys are so ridiculously behind my people in every way. Where I come from, new planets are terraformed nearly every other DAY. In minutes. My race inhabits about 20% of our home galaxy.

[Meynolds]

Why teraform every planet? We do actually inhabit most of our galaxy by the way.

[blackout]

Well, that's probably because you've been lucky enough to have virtually EVERY planet be inhabitable by some species native to your galaxy. And, we terraform every planet because we want our society to thrive. Nice and simple. Either way, no touchy the Town. Period.

[Meynolds]

Nek Bwua'tu finally realizes something odd to him about your speech.

Err... Why do you call this planet the Town? I have only ever heard it called Town, without a the.

[blackout]

Well, there's one major settlement down there. It's just called 'the town.' Anyways, unless you are here to solidify our defenses for Thrawn shows up again, it's best if you pull out. Your ships are too damaged for an extended confrontation.

[Meynolds]

He glances at something in his hand.

Only some of the ships are too damaged to fight.

He motions to someone else, and the most damaged of the ships begin to head off at a new trajectory, off into space. The colonization ships join them.

Now, what's this about Thrawn?

[blackout]

He hit the town yesterday...well, he hit the town's orbit yesterday. My forces and I beat him back, but I think he'll be back. He doesn't seem the type to give up after losing only a few ships. And recall your ships, except the colonization ones. I have some mobile shipyards on the far end of the system, we can repair them.

[Meynolds]

Eventually, the colonization ships need some escort. Thrawn isn't the only commander for the Empire. Thrawn would never give up so easily, unless he is outmatched by a large margin.

[blackout]

...Well, my guns are WAY bigger than his...not to mention more effective. And I beat back his fleet with only 37 ships before. Now, I have three times that many, at LEAST, thanks to the fabricator-technology on my shipyards. I'll be more than happy to break off a couple of my frigates to act as escort, maybe a cruiser or two.

[Meynolds]

He sounds rather incredulous hearing this.

Only 37? Even in the largest battle of this whole war, the largest battle has only involved around 300 capital ships, but many thousands of fighters. And somehow I doubt that the most people would take well to unknown ships escorting colony ships. This war involves politics more than warfare recently.

[blackout]

Like I said, my guns are way more effective than his...not to mention shields, engines, FTL drives, targeting computers, and sensors. Plus, I can easily replace any ships I lose. Why, my shipyards are cranking out at least one ship every two minutes.

[Meynolds]

What about personnel losses? And we can't produce ships that fast...

[blackout]

Well, I have a massive number of personnel in an asteroid belt on several very large, but well-hidden, space stations in all of the nearby systems....Cloaking devices are standard for those. As for the speed at which ships are produced? Fabricator technology...I like to call em 'Fabbers.'

[Meynolds]

We have cloaking on a small scale, but not on anything larger than myself, except for a successful experiment that nobody can find anymore.

[blackout]

...Wow. You...you guys are so far behind my people. It's not even funny. Really. It...you guys need some serious Prime Directive-breakage, right now.

[Meynolds]

((They have Star Trek? Where's the vulcan suicide councilor?))

Prime Directive? No, don't bother telling me. And how far behind are we precisely by your estimation?

[blackout]

((<_< Pff. Who needs a Vulcan suicide councilor when you have All Your Base are Belong to us?))

....5,000 years, give or take a decade.

[Meynolds]

That figure's not too bad, I mean it's only 20% of the existence of the Galactic Republic. Yes, invention has been rather slow with the near constant peace for the last 2,000 years or so.

[blackout]

Well, alot of people from where I was born consider combat a way of life. New combat gear and vehicles and so on are ALWAYS being built. And, I happen to have easy access to a team of kidnapped weapons development scientists, so I ALWAYS have access to the best gear...before it even comes out. SO, get your ships over to my shipyards for repairs. I suspect Thrawn will be here soon.

((*really wants to fight now.*))

[Meynolds]

((Tomorrow. I have to go in 15 min. How about some token ships to obliterate?))

Certaintly.

He motions to someone out of view again, and the ships begin heading towards the shipyards.

[blackout]

((Meh. Works for me.))

We'll have to see about getting your vessels refitted. Your shields register as class seven. Mine are class twenty-eight.

[Meynolds]

((By token, I mean Eclipse-class Star Dreadnought of course...))

A hyperspace tunnel opens above the massed ships, and a huge ship simply seems to glide out of it. It looks almost like a ghost ship, until it fires.

A massive beam of energy flies at the factories...

[Nevrmore]

And suddenly, Namos.

"I do not know what the big idea is..." He says, his robotic voice actually getting the sound of "annoyed", "But this armada is dangerously close to my personal satellite and interfering with communications I'm receiving from my home planet. I'll have to respectfully ask you all to repulse yourselves."

[blackout]

Hostile ship, incoming! Protect the shipyards! Bring the Ay-Why-Bee Cannon to bear!

The Shipyard-Ship that was targeted promptly explodes, but the other five begin maneuvering to avoid destruction.

((Your gonna freakin' love this.))

[Nevrmore]

"Can you people stop surviving for a second and consent to my demands?"

[Meynolds]

No.

The Dreadnought maneuvers and fires again, this time into the starships themselves.

[blackout]

Shut up, sit down. A battleship gets hit, and promptly vaporized. The Base-Ship fires the Ay-Why-Bee cannon...and all of a sudden, every panel, screen, and viewport on the Eclipse is suddenly playing the 'All Your Base are Belong to Us' flash animated music video.

[Meynolds]

((On the Dreadnought? NOOOOO!!!!))

Many many muffled explosions can be heard in the dreadnought, as if brains had expanded in helmets.

The ship suddenly begins to drift, completely inactive.

((EDIT: I must go.))

[blackout]

Those poor, poor, doomed fools...Hehehehe.

[blackout]

((seeya. >:) *is evil*))

[Nekulor]

*nekulor cleans up any smaller fighter class vessels from the ship and sends 25 boarding crews to the dreadnaught*

*to Nukular*
Would you mind terribly if I enslaved the crew and used the ship to expand my flagship? I need to make some repairs.

[Destro_Yersul]

Destro's player comes out of temporal stasis and sees himself surrounded by marines. Right. Covenant destroyers it is. He pulls a character sheet out of his pocket. Lessee... 20 levels in Herald should do it. He scribbles something on the sheet and walks through a wall. And shields. And anything else that may get in his way. He is, for all intents and purposes, not actually there. When he gets into space he scribbles something on a nearby empty region of space and reaches through it. What comes with his arm when he pulls it back through is bulbous, vaguely whale shaped, and larger than any of the ships currently here. The four ships that follow it are equaly bulbous and whale like, though smaller. Destro's player goes back into Nukular's bridge and allows himself to be captured. Nothing you've got can hold me for long, you know.

[AmberVael]

Destro's mini Vael-conscience cackles evilly.
Thats right, let them think they've won...

[Nevrmore]

"Will one of your miserable skinsacks address my concerns?" Namos angrily pounds a fist against a random panel of the ship, causing a pipe to dislodge and hit him in the head. This will have unknown consequences later.

[Death, your friend the Reaper]

*slightly out of warp with this time frame Death is off making himself a star, he can't quiet think of a name for it though....*

[Lorddarthpaul]

little fuzzle firling comes up and licks the control panel the barks happily and scares half of the control techies on board wide spread panic follows and half of the population on board kills each other... haha!

[Kyrian]

((darthpaul, don't godmod like that please))

[Nekulor]

"Lord Dyrr, radar scans report incoming Covenant Battleship and Destroyer Class Vessels, your orders?"
*Mr. Piccard seems quite flustered*

Mr. Piccard, bring power to the main and auxiliary cannons to 150%, try not to overload them though. Fire at the lead ship in the group with the antimatter cannon, and use this scroll as the magical foci.

*hands him a scroll of Evard's Black Tentacles*

That should bind the engines on the lead ship and tear into the hull if it works right and the shot connects. Fire normal pulse and ion cannons at the other ships.

*piccard calls the gun crews to order and they open fire as soon as preliminary preparations are completed*


*Nekulor, in communication with the covenant ships destro has called*
This is Lord Nekulor Dyrr. You are violating the sovereign space of Planet Town, which I am preparing to assault in the coming months. We are currently firing upon you...or will be when the main cannon is finished calibrating. You have 1 minute to leave this sector or you will face possibly destruction by my flagship...and two of my destroyers.

((at this point, all should note that Nekulor's ships are best described as steam punk ships. Most of them look like 18th century sailing ships modified with metal plating and lacking masts. The flagship carries 10 cannons, 5 ion, 4 pulse laser, and the main antimatter cannon which Nekulor has modified to amplify spells and fire them as a sort of enchantment on the antimatter warhead. The destroyers are lareger, more traditional looking space battleships, but they still have that classic ship quality to them. They are both armed with single normal antimatter cannons, 5 short range pulse guns, 2 ion repeating cannons and about 75 fighters, bombers and transports, in equal amounts.))

*goes to a panel and presses a button, a siren can be heard on board.*

"All personnel, prepare for warp of the Menzoberranzan and the Blackstaff from the 75th layer dock station. Tech officers, please prepare to add the appropriate communication channels with the other vessels to the local STS network. Gate time is approximately 5 minutes."

[Dartonus]

This is the mummy sorceror Captain Triggerhappy, rebel ships. I want to ask, why are they held together with ducttape?
The illusion melts away, and a mummy is standing there.

[Meynolds]

Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side and a dark side, and holds the universe together.

That and we couldn't find anything better in the short term.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor sends a message to the covenant fleet*

I'm still waiting you illiterate flood fodder. Respond or die.

*to ArTemis*
and as for you, my robotic friend. Stop harassing my fleet or I'll blow up your satellite and use the scrap, including yourself, to start my own line of evil toasters.

[blackout]

All fleets, hold your fire! I'm picking up multiple vessels jumping in! It could be Thrawn! All units in the vicinity, Raider or not, are hereby under my command until further notice! Pick targets and engage on sight!

[Nekulor]

*to Nukular*
I don't like orders, but I had already taken sight on these new signatures. Guns have already been fired, shots are in route and hot to trot. May the gods have mercy on their souls.

You were a few minutes too late on the covenant signatures. I've dealt with them before, so the signatures were immediately picked up.

*Nekulor's battle group jumps in to orbit over town*

"Vossler Gul'thex and Archedies Maltorm reporting for duty Lord Dyrr. The undead legions are prepping as we speak to launch fighters and bombers for assault. Your orders?"

*nekulor smiles*
If it looks mildly threatening and has guns or ill will pointed at us, kill it.

"Aye, sir."

*both ships open fire.*

[Meynolds]

The refitted Rebel ships reposition themselves in a defensive sphere.

Oh, and I forgot to mention what happens to the Dreadnought. The self destruct is activated because of no living officers or troopers on board.

[Nekulor]

((so, my 10 squads of marines ordered to take and turn the dreadnought are chopped liver then? They boarded.))

[blackout]

((Yay for the Ay-Why-Bee cannon!))

Charge the Ay-Why-Bee cannon! Bring the plasma lances to bear! Launch all fighters! Get me a hot pocket!

[Meynolds]

((Oh, yes.))

The marines are thrown back to their ships by the explosion of the ship.

[Nekulor]

((Thanks meynolds, though I was hoping to add a dreadnought to my fleet :( . Oh well. You win some, you get lambasted by some.))

[blackout]

((:) Aaaaaaaand...CUE! *killkillkillfightfightfightaybaybayb*))

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor's main cannons go for a broadside of the main destroyer*

Steady! Bring shields up to 100%. Get those men to the medical bay! Bring me my pizza, concubine, and my cat!

[blackout]

((...And the guy in charge of all the star wars stuff bails...wheeeeeee...))

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor announces over the loudspeaker*

All right crew. While you work on this and this holo-me gives orders, holo-me #2 will be performing selections from various musicals, metal artists, and emo bands on the local monitors not in use for battle. Enjoy, I've got quite a few ranks in perform.

*Nekulor #2 appears on screen, singing "Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr."*

[Meynolds]

((No, I was kicked off the computer. And I'm slightly lost as to what is happening... Next time Nekulor, next time you can have a Dreadnaught.))

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor moves on to playing sandstorm. By himself. As in, one guy. He's an amazing musician.*

[blackout]

((Ok, it works.))

Attention Admiral Thrawn! I am going to give you one final chance to surrender! Failure to comply will be met with a fate worse than death.

[Meynolds]

((I would like to point out that at this very moment Thrawn is elsewhere and not coming back soon.))

[blackout]

((Ok, the message gets relayed to whoever's in charge of this contingent.))

And if you happen to NOT be Thrawn, then the threat still stands. Hit that frigate with the Ay-Why-Bee cannon as a test of our power.

The crew does so, targeting a victory cruiser.

[Meynolds]

((What contingent? There are only rebel ships around here...))

[blackout]

....Ok, so, no imperial ships in the vicinity. Radar must be on the fritz again...shoot the alliance ships, I'm bored.

((>:) Hehehehehe.))

[Meynolds]

Knowing what is about to happen, the rebel ships jump out before anything can happen.

[blackout]

CURSES!...Oh, well. :P I'll getcha.

[Nekulor]

*Comm to Nukular*
We detected a contingent under destro of covenant class destroyers. I'm sending coordinates.

[Destro_Yersul]

The Comm crackles, and a distinctly human voice comes out. Good day, Nekulor. This is Spartan #42. Respectfully request you get the hell away from the Town before I have to blow you up. We've got quite enough firepower here to vaporize damn near the universe, and won't hesitate to use it. Thank you, and have a nice day. Then it shuts off.

A tall armoured man turns away from the comm center on the covenant flagship. Looks like my homecoming will have to be delayed. Captain Richards! We've got the biggest amalgam of fleets up here I've ever seen. One of em looks like it was patched together out of old sailing ships, and seems to think it can threaten us. What say we show them, hmm? The plasma turrets on all three ships begin heating up.

((Posting will be slow. I've got work tommorrow, and unfortunately this cuts my Town time))

[Lorddarthpaul]

mister squeaker comes on board to press all the yellow stuff*squeak*

[Nekulor]

Destro, by order of Lord Nekulor Dyrr, the Federated Forces of the Underdark demand that you stand down and leave this sector. Noncompliance will seen as a hostile threat, and actions will be taken.

There will be no negotiation, there will be no compromise. Leave, or I will personally come up here to this fleet and beat you down with my decaying skeletal fists.

*gives a skeletal middle finger to the visual monitor*

That is what I think of your fleet. I must say it is extremely crass, but I can't seem to put it in any better terms you illiterate flood fodder could ever understand.

...And yes, I know about the flood. I have some of them stored in stasis on this ship.

[Destro_Yersul]

Compromise? Wasn't planning on it. Considering you announced your intention of invading Town already, I'm also disinclined to leave. And to tell the truth, I don't give a damn for the Flood. As for you beating me down, I'd like to see you try. The armoured man on the viewscreen laughs. As for your other comment: You call this a fleet? Hell, this is the scouting force. Now then. Captain? The forward plasma turrets flash, and twin beams of plasma lanca across space towards one of Nekulor's ships. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

[Nevrmore]

Namos sits in an empty chair.

"You skinsacks are trying my patience."

[Destro_Yersul]

The armoured man opens a Comm channel to wherever Namos is. Look friend, I'm currently trying to end this whole thing so we can all be on our way, alright? Now then. If you'd like a shield, or whatever, for your satellite I can arrange that. For now though can you let me do my job?

[Nevrmore]

Nomos looks at him with disdain. "You're so inefficient. What's taking so long to wipe out some invading armada?"

((Dammit, I've got to stop spelling Nomos with an A...))

[Destro_Yersul]

Enemy response time. The rules of this realm demand that I wait to see what he does before I can take another action. You don't like it, tough. The armoured man grins inside his helmet. Shouldn't take long though. I have already done it.

[Nevrmore]

"What enemies are you fighting? Aliens? Some horror from beyond the deep?"

[Destro_Yersul]

Some bony guy and what appears to be a bunch of characters ripped off from other sources. I'm not worried. I mean, really. I'm just a regular guy with some command ability, really nice armour, and a few enhancements. But it's the planning that makes all the difference.

[Nevrmore]

"...You're human under all that crap, right?"

[Destro_Yersul]

Yeah. The armoured man removes his helmet with a hiss of atmosphere. Underneath is an average looking human male, with short hair and no beard. He's unremarkable, if a bit pale looking. See? Regular guy.

[Nevrmore]

"That's good. For your own sake, I mean."

[Destro_Yersul]

I guess. Makes it kind of hard to deal with crazed mages sometimes, but I get by. He shrugs and puts his helmet back on.

[Nevrmore]

"Just give me names and I'll kill them all."

[Nekulor]

*to destro's flagship*
Do you know how long it took to assemble this crew? I spent ten years in transit between Sigil, at the center of the planescape, and the multiple universes they all came from. It was one hell of a lot of work. However, I did pick up a few souvenirs along the way. My destroyers and this flagship are far more formidable than they look, but you'll find that out soon enough. By the way, a gift.

*Nekulor casts dimension door upon a group of flood all tightly caged together near his command chair*

Enjoy, they should be portalling in as we speak.

*Nekulor laughs*
Oh, yes.

*over his comm network, but still on screen*
Men, full barrage, each ship should engage the other fleet 1-1. I don't want to call up The Xui Al, Terthraxis, and Valkyrie if I don't have to. Make every shot count. We will concentrate fire on the flagship with the antimatter cannon. I want full guard contingents at all boarding locations, including the lower level docks. Outside, I want a 20 fighter guard contingency for each ship. Everyone else, blitz your corresponding enemy target. Happy Hunting!

I'll see you in hell commander.

*laughs, then shuts off the communications*

((lol destro. Yes, the crazed mages can be really hard to deal with. Just play a paladin and get smite undead ready whenever they come around. It will usually work out for the best.

[AmberVael]

There is a strange humming sound.
Despite the fact that this is in outer space. Where there isn't any sound.
A very small object begins flying towards the massive ships. It can't really be made out easily since it is mostly black.

[Castaras]

A dark menacing ship makes its way towards the gathering of ships. It pauses a distance from them. It starts to shake slightly.

[Nekulor]

((wow, this his gotten hellishly crowded out here. Vael, I don't like the pretense of your post. It sounds somewhat dangerous to my safety.))

[Castaras]

The dark menacing ship carries on shaking.

[Timberwolf]

A small ship emerges from hyperspace.

Detecting the armadas, it immediately jumps again.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor to all crews on all decks*
All crews, due to the increased hostility levels in this sector, I'm calling in the Star Dreadnought Xui Al from the 75th Layer Docking Station. Prepare ample room and ample tech staff for integration in the STS comm network. Also, I want 5 warwizards on the bridge of each ship immediately. We need to conduct something. 20 minutes to the arrival of the Xui Al, as the portal stone is still charging.

[Nevrmore]

A closed communique directed at Nomo's personal satellite beams into the robot's head. It stands up.

"Bribery shall get you no where." He quips.

[Nekulor]

No, but maybe it won't get me shot by you too. Why do you think my largest of two dreadnoughts is being brought in as we speak?

[AmberVael]

The small, humming object gets closer to Nekulor's ship.

[Nekulor]

*Red Alert siren engages on the flagship*

"Alert: Incoming high velocity projectile detected. Evasive maneuvers suggested."

*Nekulor sighs*

More annoyances.

*holo-Nekulor disappears, the real Nekulor steps out of a portal in his place*
Dammit! Get me my personal craft. I'm going to take care of this one myself. Bring shields up to 150% and divert some power from the auxiliary engines to do so. Keep the hyperdrive hot in case we need to engage an emergency system bail. I will not loose this battle.

*The dreadnought Xui Al arrives*
"Commander Aartaxx reporting for duty. Our dual antimatter cannons are hot, locked, and ready to fire."

*Nekulor disembarks from his ship in his starfighter, and flies full speed at the incoming object, readying an unknown spell*

[Nevrmore]

Nomos shakes his head, "I'll be right back." He says and magics away.

[blackout]

Nukular steps back onto the bridge of his ship, and sees the mayhem.

...Status report?

[Xerillum]

A large starship, the Feare powers in, locking it's 70 high power plasma lasers on the airship's weak spot. Xerillum, the captain of the ship, sends a message to the airship. You had better not do anything, because I can destroy your precious little ship in one fell swoop. The guns fire with antimagic plasma at the airship, crushing a hole into the shield. The guns fire again for another round, full power, enough to drain all power from the ship for a short time.

[blackout]

Hey! All ships, open fire!
An impossibly large fleet, of over two-thousand ships, coordinate fire on the Feare. There's more than enough armament to vaporize a planet between all of these ships, so a starship should be no trouble.

[Nekulor]

((xerillum, do not godmod. My shields are antimatter shields. Magic powers my guns and generators.))

*Nekulor's main shield holds at 75%, little physical damage is shown*
One more shot like that and we'll loose power.
*to the fleet over the STS Network*

All cannons! Full power, blast the new ship. I want it to explode on contact! Dreadnought Xui Al, concentrate both cannons and all minor plasma, ion, and laser cannons on the hull and engines.

My crew, modify the cannon to fire a force arrow spell within it! I want his shields to die fast and hard!

Battleships, launch all bombers and 20 infiltrator squads, to take the dead ship!

[Nekulor]

Commander of the Feare, your assault on my fleet is a declaration of war. Nice to meet you, enjoy the last 5 minutes of your life as we obliterate your pathetic "fleet."

*laughs, turns and waits for the destruction*

((my god, he logs in, attacks my flagship, then logs off. I'd like to resolve his "attack" tonight if possible))

[blackout]

((...wanna kill eachother?))

[AmberVael]

The unknown object, upon closer observation, appears to be a man in a formal gray jacket, tux pants, and a tophat, flying on top of a cane like it was some kind of flying skateboard or snowboard.

[blackout]

A salvage-craft under Nukular's command picks up said object.

[AmberVael]

...except it doesn't. Because the man gets a chance to respond, and isn't able to be godmodded.

[Nevrmore]

((Oh good god, t'is the Dancing Man))

Nomos reappears, sitting at the same chair as last time.

[blackout]

Nukular curses your thumbs. May you never game again.
(Kidding, of course. ;) )

[AmberVael]

When the salvage craft comes near him, instead of it picking him up, the Dancing Man attempts to pick it up.
Oddly, if they don't do something like zip out of there, it seems like he will succeed.

[blackout]

The salvage craft runs for it. Mayday, mayday, salvage is active, repeat, salvage is active.

[Dartonus]

Krall, demonic bounty hunter appears on the deck of The unholy wind
Captain Triggerhappy the mummy?
The mummy looks up.
Yes, that's me.
I have been told that you are disobeying orders from your animator and I should confiscate your ribs and take over as captain.
With that, the Arrow demon takes out his 4 scimitars and, with a swift motion, cuts the mummy open and removes its ribcage. He then orders two zombies to take the mummy to the Brig.

Not godmodding, for both these guys are controlled by me. the ship just had a change of leadership

[AmberVael]

The Dancing Man begins to tapdance as he waits for Nekulor to come back from dead time.

[blackout]

...This is Shas'O Nukular to all ships...care to come over to my flagship for a drink? No strings attached.

[Xerillum]

((Sor-ry! haven't you heard of a thing called 'dinner'?)) A large fleet appears, stretching into the vast wasteland of space. They power up shields, and siphon power to the Feare, allowing it to hold its shields. Shields: 75%. The fleet synchronizes movements, all focusing every weapon in the fleet's arsenal in one small point on the airship, 144,091 plasma, ion, and photon armaments, firing on a centimeter by centimeter square.

[blackout]

........Wheeeeeee...

[Nevrmore]

"You people are so poor."

Nomos stands up and walks to the Airlock chamber. He seals the door behind him and opens it up, only the magnetic cuffs of his feet keeping him anchored and not floating away in the vastness of space.

Holding a robotic arm outward, Nomos shoots several hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity at what he can only assume is the Mothership of Xerillum's fleet, hoping that the power surge will shut it down.

[Xerillum]

The power is absorbed by the shield, returning them to full strength.

[blackout]

Nukular goes to bed, letting the idiots kill eachother. At this point, I'm not scared for the town. I'm scared for THEM.

[Nevrmore]

"Oh, come on."

Nomos disengages the magnetic cuffs and, with a boost of fire, flies out towards the mothership, attempting to drain its energu with Vampiric Touch

[Xerillum]

The ship lets Nomos into the airlock, and a man in a black jumpsuit awaits on the other side. Hello. What are you douing attacking us? We were just attacking in defense of a fleet. Here, I will put you on hold.
This diversion allows Xerillum to beam back down to earth.

[Nevrmore]

Nomos shrugs at the apparent loss of a captain and goes to work on trying to deactivate the ship.

[Xerillum]

THe ship jumps out of existence, along with the fleet.

[Nevrmore]

"The improbability is what gets me." Nomos quips bitterly. Seeing nothing better to do, he snaps his fingers and disappears, returning back to Inari's Temple so Continuity can sleep peacefully once more.

[Nekulor]

*Nekulor finishes his wish spell*
I wish the tap dancing god out there was un-godly for 20 minutes.

*exits his ship 20 meters from vael, and prepares to fight one-on-one*

[AmberVael]

The spell appears to do absolutely nothing.
Predictable, considering the Dancing Man isn't a god.
He throws a poppy flower at Nekulor. Where he got it from, and why it is not affected by being in space (and acts as if it had been thrown on earth) is rather unknown.

[Nekulor]

*power word: stun*

[AmberVael]

The Dancing Man beats the powerful word with his cane (somehow) and turns it 3d. He then tosses the mighty word back at Nekulor like it was a hunk of metal.

[Nekulor]

((sheogorath has come to town... TES daedric lord of insanity FYI))

*Nekulor looks very perplexed, then picks up his now bronzed power word.*

You are a sad, strange little man.

*pulls out his Runic Katana of Destruction and lunges for the man*

[AmberVael]

((I know who he is, and he ain't got nothing on the Dancing Man))

The Dancing Man steps to three seconds later and out of Nekulor's way, then points his cane at Nekulor and shoots a jet of holy wafers at him out of the cane tip.

[Nekulor]

*sighs* Holy... wafers? That means I'd need to eat them so they hurt me. You know what? I'm going back to my ship. I was expecting an epic battle and all I got was this lousy nut job. However, you'd be a great act for OEN on our capital ship. The officers would love it.
*flies back to his ship and heads for the docking bay*

[AmberVael]

((In that case you'd need to drink holy water, or touch a holy symbol. I think you're wrong. :P))
The Dancing Man flings his cane at the ship, breaking the speed of sound with the blackened piece of wood.
It doesn't seem affected by traveling at such high speeds.

[Nekulor]

*left wing is hit, Nekulor bails from the fighter*

*Nekulor composes himself, and tries to talk to the man*

What in the nine hells do you want?!

[AmberVael]

The cane reappears in the Dancing Man's hand, and he twirls it and executes a formal and complicated bow.

[Nekulor]

Very nice, but what do you want?

[AmberVael]

The Dancing Man takes off his hat and a swarm of fireflies come out.

[McBish]

((Dibs on it being Firefly class ships.))

[Nekulor]

((vael, this is really funny, but I have to go. I'll be on tomorrow night, late))

*Nekulor tires of this and opens a dimension door to the bridge of his ship, then steps through*

[AmberVael]

The fireflies swarm towards Nekulor's ship and land on it if they can.

[Nekulor]

*the shields burn the fireflies as they try to land. A few of the gun crews open fire on the swarm for target practice*

[AmberVael]

As they burn, they explode in massive bursts of cards.
((Feel free to go at any time. I'll just let this hang until you come back))

[Nekulor]

((ok, I'm off then.))

[Destro_Yersul]

((Ok, what about the Plasma blast my flagship fired? Not complaining, just wondering))

Yeehaw! The armoured man spins a SMG around one finger and smiles at the approaching Doom. Marines, take out whatever it was he sent us. Don't spare the ammo. I was hoping I'd get to do this. He laughs, and space ripples around the ship. Suddenly the huge ship is directly beside Nekulor's flagship, instead of where it used to be. The other ships move to engage some of the other ships in Nekulor's fleet. Right. Full broadside, mark! The plasma turrets lining fDestro's flagship blaze away at Nekulor's ship. Captain Richards! Bring in the Penitent Tangent. You have the bridge for now. I'm going in. The armoured man turns from the bridge and jumps off the command platform. He stalks towards the hoverlift to the lower docking bay and disappears.

[Nekulor]

*Over comm network*
Evasive manuvers! Fire all short range weapons we have at their docking bay, that should be the weakest shield point.
*shields reduced to 50%, tech crews are close to getting generator 1 back online from the first intruder while destro was gone*