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Author	Jupiter Fleet - Yes, its actually an update
Jamesbond Grand Admiral Galactic Navy Joined: February 05, 2003 Posts: 146 From: Venice Florida	Posted: 2004-06-08 21:19 dang that is teh greatest story ever I WANT MORE MORE MORE MORE lol you better not take as long as last time to get a new chapter up _________________ Grand Admiral of the GTN Fleet. One Creed, One Bond, One FLEET GTN: HONOR IS ALL!
Ciryadin{IC} Admiral Joined: September 19, 2001 Posts: 87 From: The Netherlands	Posted: 2004-06-28 05:21 MORE dont leave me hanging like that with devine and the kluth tribal councillar.. gonna kill him or help him, whats it gonna be.. _________________ -=Looking Into The Abyss, Do You Feel Torture Or Bliss=-
Lawman Fleet Admiral Sundered Weimeriners Joined: February 28, 2003 Posts: 276 From: New Jersey	Posted: 2004-06-28 08:37 MORE INFO NOW! _________________
Admiral Xeodia Fleet Admiral Joined: April 17, 2003 Posts: 69 From: Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada	Posted: 2004-06-28 14:58 wow, ill finish reading this later _________________ Admiral Of The Galactic Navy
Tbone Grand Admiral Joined: July 21, 2001 Posts: 1756 From: Vancouver	Posted: 2004-07-10 21:23 Chapter 4: Mind Wars *I HAVE HIM.* * * * * Devine’s eyes opened. He wasn’t on the ship, he wasn’t anywhere. All around there was white. He tried to cry out, to yell, but nothing happened. He felt his mouth open, but no words came out. His lips moved, but no sound formed. He took a step forward… …and found himself in a forest. Devine spun quickly, seeing nothing but trees in every direction. He looked up, and saw nothing. The sky was totally blocked out by the tree canopy, but somehow the ground was still lit. Devine walked up to the nearest tree and reached out to touch it. A low growl echoed through the woods. Devine spun and found himself facing…something. It was a snarling beast that Devine had never seen before, many times larger then anything on Earth. Not knowing what else to do, Devine ran. He crashed his way through the underbrush, hearing the beast getting closer and closer. Devine turned to look over his shoulder, but felt something catch his foot. He tripped and fell, landing… …in water. Devine sputtered to the surface, spitting out the salty brine from his mouth. Treading water, Devine took in his new surroundings. There wasn’t a tree, or a strip of land to be seen. The pursuing animal had disappeared as quickly as the forest. Something brushed up against his leg. Devine quickly reached down with his hand to grasp whatever it was, but found nothing but water. Devine began to swim. He didn’t know where, but he was going to get away from whatever brushed up against him. But before he could go a meter, the same thing reached up and wrapped itself around Devine’s ankle, and dragged him under water. Devine struggled against the downward pull, pushing himself up with his arms. The light from the surface got dimmer and dimmer… The force on his ankle released and Devine was floating free. He swam fiercely towards what he hoped was up. His lungs were screaming, but he willed his mouth shut and his arms and legs to keep moving. His head broke through the surface… …and found himself inside, dry, and breathing normally. He stood up and gazed around himself once again. As far as he could tell, he was in some kind of training facility. On the walls hung various weapons of various origins. Some were obviously from Earth, there was even a samurai katana, and others were designs Devine had never seen. “No more games.” Devine spun to face the new threat. There stood a K’luth, dressed in a simple loincloth, holding two blades of K’luth design, Devine guessed, in two of its 4 hands. “Who are you?” Devine called out. “What is this place?” “Who I am is not important,” the K’luth said. Said? A voice was heard but its mouth didn’t move. “As for where we are… we are somewhere that you do not recognize, but one you know very well.” “What kind of game is this?” Devine asked. “Why am I here?” “You are here to die.” With that final statement, the K’luth flung one of the blades straight at Devine in a lightning quick move. But Devine, with a speed and skill he didn’t know he had, side-stepped the blade’s path, reached out his hand, and caught the handle. He brought the sword up into a fighting posture as he spun back to face his opponent. In that moment, he saw something change in the K’luth’s face. A miniscule tightening in his muscles, as if he just saw something that shouldn’t have been possible. But the hesitation lasted only a second, and the K’luth charged at Devine. Devine met the charge head-on, blocking with his own blade, then stepping back, and letting the K’luth’s own momentum carry him past Devine. He swung the sword at the K’luth’s back, only to have the K’luth swing his own blade behind his back, and catch the swing before contact. The K’luth batted the sword aside then swung around and connected one of his large fists with the side of Devine’s head. Devine rolled with the punch, softening the impact and avoiding the follow-up swing with the sword. “Impressive,” the K’luth said as Devine came up to one knee. “Your instincts are quite finely tuned.” “My instincts?” Devine asked, climbing back to his feet. “My instinct for what?” But the K’luth was already swinging, and Devine had to quickly bring up his blade to block it. Devine took a quick swipe at the K’luth’s midsection, barely missing as the K’luth pulled back. But the move left him off balance, and Devine took advantage by bringing his sword back toward the K’luth’s chest. The two combatants separated again, and a trickle of blood was oozing down the front of the K’luth’s chest. He reached up and dabbed at it with one hand. Gazing up at Devine was a look of slight surprise, as if he didn’t expect Devine to be able to hurt him at all. In the pause, Devine looked back on the fight. How did he exactly do all those things he just did? He had never had any training in swordsmanship, and barely any in hand-to-hand combat. But what about the forest? And the ocean? How did he get from there to here? Devine thought about what the K’luth had said, a place that he knew, but didn’t recognize. What did that mean? A whispering filled the air, snapping Devine back to the present. Not a second had passed, and the K’luth was still rubbing at his wound. Devine thought back to the whispering he heard on the bridge of the Beowulf earlier. Devine concentrated on the noise this time, not writing it off to hearing things, trying to pinpoint a source… And then something clicked in Devine’s mind. An onrush of images and feelings assaulted him. He fell back onto the floor, writhing on the ground. The K’luth hesitated slightly at the unexpected action, but didn’t waste any more time. He charged at Devine, swinging the sword down, planning to split Devine in half. Devine’s eyes opened. He saw the sword rushing down, the light glinting off its sharpened edge. But it seemed to be moving slowly, as if through water. He stared at in curiosity for a second longer, then reached up and grabbed the K’luth’s arm. Devine pushed the K’luth backwards, and stared wide-eyed as the K’luth flew back across the room and smashed into the opposite wall. The K’luth slid slowly down to the floor. He got up even more slowly. * * * * THAT ISN’T POSSIBLE. What? What is it? But the being had already fallen silent, and returned to the task at hand. * * * * Devine almost stared at his hands in amazement, but something in his mind told him that what he just did was perfectly normal. Something told him that in this environment, whatever it was, he was in total control. He was still confused about this sudden change and he couldn’t quite remember what caused it. His mind was still hazy from the assault it took earlier from the abrupt release of the hidden memories, but what he could pinpoint was a steady “white noise” somewhere in his mind. It was a foreign—wasn’t it?—sensation, and Devine couldn’t discern anything from it. In any case, the K’luth he had just flung across the room was a more immediate concern. He had gotten to his feet, and was slowly circling Devine, careful to keep his distance. He completed a full circle before stopping directly in front of Devine and raised his sword. Devine looked down at his feet and saw his own blade there. He considered reaching down for it, but instead kicked it aside. The K’luth’s expression changed from one of confusion to rage and charged. The K’luth came in with a vicious swing, aimed directly at Devine’s neck. But at the last second, Devine spun away from the fatal blow with an incredible speed, missing the edge by an inch. The K’luth swung the sword back at Devine’s torso, and this time Devine stepped inside the K’luth’s approaching arm and stopped it cold. Devine found himself face to face with his adversary, staring right into his eyes. For a split second, their eyes locked. That short time spoke volumes. Devine saw fear. Devine swung the K’luth around by his sword arm, and threw him to the floor. The alien was about to leap up to his feet once again, but Devine held the sword he had just stripped from the K’luth’s hand against his neck. “What… am I?” Devine asked. The K’luth glanced at the sharp tip of the blade before answering. “You are me,” and then ran himself through. * * * * Devine’s eyes snapped open and he shoved at the large weight pressing on his chest, rolling it off easily. He sat up, but immediately lay back down as the room begun to spin around. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. His head felt like it had been beaten on by bulkheads, and he could barely remember his name much less why he was lying on the floor. Faces appeared above him as he was staring at the ceiling. He saw their lips move, but their voices sounded far away. He felt himself being lifted off the floor and being placed on a much softer surface. The moving disoriented him even more, sending the room into a kaleidoscope of colors. He had the distinct impression of moving through the ship before feeling a slight pressure at his arm, and his vision fading to blackness. _________________ Fleet Admiral Tbone Commander of the UWS Pandora's Box [ This Message was edited by: Tbone on 2004-07-10 21:24 ] _________________
Daylight \"The Beginning\" Grand Admiral Joined: July 24, 2002 Posts: 608 From: Oregon, USA	Posted: 2004-07-10 23:07 I see you learned the art of cut and past...iether that or you have become an english master....This just keeps getting better! Keep it up man! _________________ $Email Daylight \$
Grimith Grand Admiral Templar Knights Joined: August 09, 2003 Posts: 836 From: Your local future farm.	Posted: 2004-07-11 00:18 twitches Read through the moving of Fleet Admiral Morhaime's fleet again up until the current point... I'm tempted to reread the whole thing again, but I'm going to try to keep it fresh in my mind... ...not fair... science fiction isn't suppose to interest me! -_- _________________
Ciryadin{IC} Admiral Joined: September 19, 2001 Posts: 87 From: The Netherlands	Posted: 2004-07-26 08:41 Very nicely done, keeps me wanting for MORE!!.. post it... _________________ -=Looking Into The Abyss, Do You Feel Torture Or Bliss=-
Tbone Grand Admiral Joined: July 21, 2001 Posts: 1756 From: Vancouver	Posted: 2004-08-13 22:09 Chapter 5: Devine and the K’luth councilor lay in two separate surgical bays of the Beowulf sickbay. The Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Porter, had already checked over Devine and was now in the room containing the K’luth. Both were restrained and sedated heavily, and there were four security officers present inside sickbay, with another two stationed outside the door. Admiral Stewart, Captain Madsen, and the captain of the Chinook stood outside Devine’s unit, impatiently waiting the doctor’s results. Finally Porter came out of the K’luth’s unit and came toward the waiting officers. “What’s your prognosis, doctor?” Stewart asked. “Physically, they are both fine. The K’luth has some bumps and bruises that are close to being completely healed, but other then there isn’t a thing wrong on the outside. Both their brains are displaying a much higher than normal activity level which probably has something to do with the attack on Devine. If I had to speculate, I’d say the K’luth psychically attacked Devine.” Stewart spoke up. “But I thought human and K’luth brains were incompatible. I remember there being a lot of fear early in the war that K’luth could read our minds, but it was proven that their brain waves were specifically for their brains alone.” “That’s true,” Porter replied. “Their psionic abilities are almost entirely for communication. There are rumors of K’luth able to actually direct their abilities into attacks on other minds, but again, that would only be useful against other K’luth, not humans. Unless Devine has answer of his own, I’m at a loss to explain this.” “Will the K’luth and Devine recover?” “I expect so. They are both exhausted, but their bodies and minds seem to be no worse for wear. And,” Porter continued anticipating Stewart’s next question, “I expect they will regain consciousness very soon. The sedative the paramedics gave them wore off about a half hour ago. And considering the toll the attack took on both of them, I would prefer to let them come out of it naturally.” “Notify me when either one of them wakes up. I’ll be on the bridge.” The trio exited sickbay and started down the corridor. “Captain Madsen, will you accompany our other captain to the hanger bay? I believe our shuttles should be ready to tow his scout to a repair yard. I have an announcement to make to the fleet.” The men shook hands and departed in separate directions, Stewart heading for the bridge. He stepped into the nearest lift and punched the key for the bridge deck, arriving a moment later. As he sat down in the command chair, he ordered, “Open a channel to the fleet, all ships.” When communications confirmed it open, Stewart continued. “Attention all ships. There has been an incident aboard the Beowulf and as a result we will be standing down from attack alert. Return to defensive positions and await further orders. That is all.” All throughout the UGTO and private ships officers exchanged curious glances. In the drop pods of the transports, a collective groan went up from the amassed troops. Slowly the attack formations of ships broke ranks and returned to their original posts. Twenty minutes later, the entire fleet had dispersed. Stewart placed a call to sickbay. “Dr. Porter?” “Here, sir.” “Have either of your patients woken up yet?” “No, sir. But I’ll be sure to call when…excuse me a second, admiral.” A moment of silence filled the channel. “I spoke too soon, sir. Mr. Devine had just regained consciousness.” “I’ll be right down.” * * * * When Stewart arrived, Devine was sitting up on his bed having his head scanned by Dr. Porter. “How do you feel?” Stewart asked. “A little disoriented, admiral. But judging from what I remember, I shouldn’t be surprised.” “I’m very anxious to hear about what happened. But I need to talk to the doctor for a second. Excuse me a moment.” Stewart and Porter left the room and made their way to the doctor’s office. Stewart shut the door behind him. “Is he actually fine?” “That’s actually why I was scanning him as you entered, sir. You remember how his brain activity was slight elevated?” Stewart nodded. “Well, I imagined that given enough time to rest, they would return to a normal level. But they haven’t, if anything they have digressed further and further away from what would be considered normal, for a human at least.” “But how is that possible? Wait, what do you mean ‘for a human?’” “What I mean, admiral, is that Devine’s brainwaves are progressing toward K’luth brainwaves.” Stewart stood there silently for a moment, then turned on his heel and marched out toward Devine’s bed. “What happened in there?” He demanded, pointing at Devine’s head. Devine was not struck by the harsh tone. “I see Dr. Porter has told you about my ‘unusual’ brain activity. And before we continue, I must tell you that I had no idea of this myself before today’s incident. But I believe you wanted to know what happened between me and the K’luth in the hanger.” Devine explained the experiences and sensations of his “dream” as best he could over the next few minutes. When he reached the point of his momentary collapse, he stopped for a moment. “Earlier on the bridge I felt a ‘whispering’ in my mind. But I still had no idea of the tampering done to my mind then, so the mental sound seemed exactly like an audible one. When I was battling the K’luth, I felt the same thing, but my instincts were running full tilt. So when I concentrated on that feeling, it somehow triggered my brain’s release. I was flooded with buried memories, which left me momentarily defenseless as my mind tried to assimilate the new information. But apparently, they even thought of that. They greatly sped up the process by which these memories were released” “You’re being very cryptic, Devine,” Stewart said. “Instincts? Buried memories? And a mysterious ‘they’? This is a time for specifics; the entire future of our race is at stake here.” “I’m sorry, admiral. But I am still confused about this new information. It seems so familiar that it seems like you should know. Perhaps I should start at the beginning…” * * * * Shortly after the war started, it was clear that the K’luth had a huge tactical advantage with their psychic communication. While the power of the minds could only project thoughts a few hundred meters, they had long since learned how to build amplifying devices that could project their thoughts hundreds of thousands of kilometers and, with the help of relays, across the known galaxy almost instantaneously. Inside solar systems, our communications were at relatively the same level, but as soon as it came to talking to those outside a solar system, the speed of which messages reached destinations was decreased exponentially. Messages traveling from Sol to the front lines could take as long as fifteen minutes. Many times clarification was needed of these orders, so a message had to be sent back and another sent to the front. However, we saw know way around the strategic problems of our communication. Even with messages moving at many times the speed of our tachyon drives, they could still not reach the people that needed then now. So we resolved to solve the problem on a tactical level, with battle savants. The idea was to link the human mind into a computer network that was directly connected to the comm. system. Not only would the savant have total control over communications, but his brain would be grafted with implants that would allow him to think at the speed of a computer. He or she would be able to make hundreds of calculations a second and analyze formations with the intuition of a human combined with modern electronics. It seemed like the ultimate solution. Training began immediately and progress was made. Unfortunately, soon higher-ups in the military wanted more then just glorified communication devices. They wanted more then a tactical advantage. They wanted a weapon and they soon found it. * * * * “The ironic thing was that I volunteered for the program,” Devine continued. “During the brain and DNA scans they discovered I had a much higher the normal psi rating. While it wasn’t enough to read minds, K’luth or human, it made me quite suitable for their plans. “I was accepted into the program and went through the tests and training. I advanced much faster then many of the other trainees. I was everything the military hoped for. Until now, the only thing I remembered about the training was the normal routine and the early release because of the K’luth attacks.” Devine sighed. “Unfortunately, that wasn’t even close to what happened. During my training I was abducted and taken to a secret facility in Alpha Centauri, a facility where they kept K’luth prisoners for ‘autopsies.’ In other words, where scientists dissected and analyzed K’luth brain matter, trying to find the secrets behind their psionic communication. “I have no memory of the experiments carried out on me as I was kept heavily drugged during my time there. But from what I just experienced, I can only assume one thing. That the scientists in Alpha Centauri not only dissected and examined K’luth brain matter, they also grafted some of that matter to my own mind allowing me to communicate in the same manner they do, as well as focus my energy into psychic attacks. But they couldn’t let me walk about with knowledge of my abilities or my experience. So they placed a memory block in my mind, designed to be broken down at the first signs of close contact with Artisan brainwaves. During the K’luth incursion into my mind, it was being controlled by a distant source, and this source was the prominent brainwave during the attack. The strange thing was that it was neither totally Artisan nor totally Drone, but a strange combination of both as well as another type of brainwave that was not readily apparent. But in any case, the memory block was not released until I focused directly on the controlling brainwave, by which I detected the Artisan mind for long enough to trigger the release.” “So if I understand this correctly, you are some kind of psychic warrior capable of disrupting the minds of other K’luth,” Stewart put forward. “That is a simplification, but generally correct. Ideally I would attack fleet commanders or army generals to cause mass confusion in the lower ranks.” “So is the K’luth we have here something like you then? A psionic warrior to destroy our world and military leaders?” “I do not believe so, admiral. The predominant brainwave present in the attack was something totally different then either human or either of the K’luth castes. But even if it was a pure K’luth brainwave, it wouldn’t be useful against us, as we are not able to receive their psionic signals even through physical contact. Something else was controlling this K’luth.” “What could be controlling him? There aren’t any K’luth within their psionic broadcast range, and we didn’t find any implants anywhere inside him.” “I’m afraid I cannot answer that question, admiral. But what I do know, that this being, whoever or whatever controlled the K’luth councilor has access to an extremely powerful source of energy. I surmise the reason that I was able to defeat as easily as I did was because of the distance involved in the psychic transmission.” Stewart turned to the doctor. “Is the K’luth’s brain damaged?” “It suffered minimal damage. He probably won’t remember what he did in the hanger bay or anything about the attack, but he’ll be fully functional.” “The most likely case is,” Devine put in, “I merely pushed out the invading presence.” “So all that is left,” Stewart started, “is to wait for the K’luth to--” “Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Unknown personnel entering from portside airlock!” _________________
Ciryadin{IC} Admiral Joined: September 19, 2001 Posts: 87 From: The Netherlands	Posted: 2004-08-17 05:01 Awesome, keep it coming Tbone, excellent story. _________________ -=Looking Into The Abyss, Do You Feel Torture Or Bliss=-
Axianda The Royal Fleet Admiral Terra Squadron Joined: November 20, 2001 Posts: 4273 From: Axianda	Posted: 2004-08-17 06:16 and yet again a great chapter _________________ - Axi
Tbone Grand Admiral Joined: July 21, 2001 Posts: 1756 From: Vancouver	Posted: 2004-10-02 19:26 Chapter 6: Stewart couldn’t have reached the intercom faster if he was made of light. “Stewart to the bridge, report!” “Bridge, sir! An unknown ship has docked to our portside emergency airlock and approximately 20 people have entered the ship.” “Blow the airlock clamps and seal the area’s bulkheads,” Stewart ordered. “Yes, sir. …Sir, the controls to that area have been locked out. Both the clamps and bulkheads have been fused.” “Send security teams, seal off that entire deck. Are there any vital systems near that airlock?” “Not directly near, sir. But there is a maintenance ladder that leads directly to the engineering deck twenty-five meters from the airlock entrance.” “Send teams to both decks on the double.” * * * * The first victim was a junior technician working on a corridor panel that had shorted out. Hearing the clunk of the airlock clamps, the young man went to investigate. He keyed open the outer airlock only to see five armed men already entering from the other side. The front man fired two short bursts into the ensign’s chest and head before the airlock door had even opened completely. A quick check of the hall was the only hesitation of the group. They immediately sprinted down the corridor toward the maintenance shaft, the alert klaxon sounding as they stepped out of the airlock entrance. The front two men, Safi and another, reached the shaft entrance in seconds and pulled it open while another crewman knelt down at a nearby access panel as began pushing at buttons in rapid succession. Meanwhile, Safi poked his head in to check the shaft was clear of any other crew members, and then instructed five men to hold their position outside the ladder entrance. He swung himself through feet-first and began to move downward, the rest of his force hot on his heels. A few seconds after Safi started downward the first of the Beowulf’s security teams showed themselves. Guided by the ship’s internal sensors, the four man group fired straight down the corridor, killing one of Safi’s men with a headshot and wounding another in the leg. The larger intruding group returned fire, forcing the security team back behind cover but scoring no hits. Eight men were now in the shaft and more were entering, one by one. Another ship security team tried to approach from behind, but found themselves slowed by two men Safi had left behind in the airlock. Twelve of the intruders had made it into the shaft now, leaving only seven remaining. One sprinted from his cover on the side of the corridor too quickly, trying to reach the ladder, but was caught in a hail of bullets that almost shredded his body. One of the security men popped around the corner and through a small cylinder down the corridor. It bounced and rolled before landing barely two feet from the shaft entrance. The man that was wounded earlier crawled across the corridor and through himself across the grenade. It exploded in a burst of light, heat, and fire, literally disintegrating the man. The last two men made it through the ladder entrance and shut it behind them just as the next phosphorus grenade exploded, obscuring the last three defenders in a blinding flash, then fading, leaving no trace behind. * * * * “Have the security teams made it to engineering yet?” Stewart was demanding. “They are almost there, sir,” answered the bridge officer. “Put me through to them.” “You’re on, sir.” “Commander, where are you?” “We are exiting the lift now, admiral. We’re thirty seconds from engineering.” “No one is to get into engineering, you understand me, commander?” “Clear as glass, sir.” Stewart closed the channel, and rushed for the bridge. * * * * The security team was sprinting down the halls as fast as they could. They knew that even if they beat the intruders to engineering, it would only be by seconds. Without the sensors or even the corridor cameras working at the moment, they could only hope to reach engineering before anyone else. The engineering door had seals of course, but from the way this attack was carried out, it seemed the intruders were well prepared. The security commander doubted the locks would slow them down much. Arriving at the last T-junction, he barely took a second to check around the corner before proceeding straight toward the door that lead to the vital section. He had almost reached it when a bullet went whizzing by his head. He threw himself against the wall, barely avoiding the next shots that flew past where he was standing a split second before. He leaned out and fired down the hall, sending one of the intruders back behind cover, but not hitting anything besides a wall. Both sides began trading shots, with the security team advancing slowly toward the engineering doors. If they could just get inside, they could mount a much more solid defense. * * * * “Sir!” The man on the security station called out. “I’ve lost internal sensors!” “What?” Stewart roared. “How?” “I have no idea sir, they just went dead. I’ve lost track of our team and the intruders.” “Switch to the back-up cameras!” “Dead as well, sir.” The officer replied. “We’re blind.” “Call the security team. Let them know to watch their backs.” * * * * The commander was within spitting distance of the engineering door before he realized something was wrong. The intruders’ main goal was engineering, but the ones at the end of the corridor weren’t even trying to advance toward it. And the relative ease with what his team was moving with was also odd, as if they were facing a force less powerful then the one reported… A sharp cry from one of his team snapped the commander’s head around. One of his men was pitched forward, several holes in the back of his armor. Another man to the rear of the team quickly turned, only to catch three bullets in his chest. He went down without a sound. The intruders had gotten around to the rear of the security team! How? The commander’s mind screamed. Why hadn’t the bridge warned them! Another security man went down, then another, and another. Caught between the two intruding groups in an open corridor, the Beowulf team didn’t stand a chance. The commander picked up the rifle of a downed man and fired both in opposite directions. He was the last to go down, caught between a hail of bullets from both directions. As his vision began to gray, he thought he heard a voice, but it seemed very far away and he couldn’t seem to form any reply. * * * * The man that had done the computer work at the ends of the ladder worked even faster on the door. “I don’t really see that point of security overrides,” he was muttering. “It seems that everyone in the galaxy can bypass them in a minute or less.” He stood and the doors slid open. The surviving intruders quickly made their way into the cavernous room. The engineering personnel were standing around the perimeter, silently considered their enemies. Safi stepped forward and called out, “Who is in charge here?” Bondarenko stepped forward, walking swiftly toward the assembled intruders. He stopped just short of Safi’s face. “I am,” he stated forcefully. Safi gave him a small smile then slammed his rifle into Bondarenko’s stomach. He sunk down to his knees, coughing and wheezing from the unexpected blow. He was still trying to regain his breath when another blow landed on top of his head, sending him down into darkness. “I am in charge,” Safi said after Bondarenko stopped moving. No one disputed it. Safi addressed his men, keeping his eyes on the assembled engineers. “Herd them into a storage room and seal the doors.” He looked down at the small form of Bondarenko. “Leave him here, he’ll wake up soon. We might be able to make use of him.” Turning to three other men as the rest rounded up the Beowulf crew, Safi ordered, “Lock out the bridge and auxiliary control stations. I want complete control. But leave internal communications, I also want to talk.” * * * * Admiral Stewart stood over his security officer’s shoulder. He had no idea what was happening, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. The man almost solely responsible for their victories in Sol was attacked by a K’luth councilor no less, and now unknown intruders had just taken over his engineering section. And he didn’t have a clue as to why. But he was betting he would know soon enough. On cue, a light lit up on the security board, indicating a call from engineering. Stewart reached out past his officer and opened the channel himself. “This is Admiral Stewart, commander of the Beowulf. Who am I speaking to?” “Admiral, this is Farshid Safi, captain of the Tabarzin. I am in control of your engineering bay, and will momentarily be in control of your ship. In a few seconds, you will notice that all your bridge stations will be locked out of the main computer,” Safi said and then paused. Stewart looked at his bridge stations, each officer shaking his head slowly, confirming Safi’s words. “Let me ask you something Safi,” Stewart started. “What do you hope to accomplish here? We have already alerted our fleet. They will not let you jump, will not let you move, and, if you will check your instruments, you will see our beams have been powered down and our torpedo launchers unloaded.” “Admiral, you insult me. I know the situation exactly, more then you in fact. You see, at this very moment, I am assembling a five megaton nuclear bomb inside your engineering room. If you do not meet our demands, I will detonate it and vaporize your ship and everyone in it.” A hushed silence fell over the bridge. Stewart gripped the side the security console, his knuckles turning white. His face was a cacophony of conflicted emotions and thoughts. Finally, he leaned toward the console and spoke, “What are your demands?” _________________
Coeus {NCX-Charger} Admiral, I can't read, Sundered Weimeriners Joined: February 16, 2004 Posts: 3635 From: South Philly	Posted: 2004-10-02 20:23 Ahhh! Competition! Now I gotta read all this _________________ Darkspace: Twilight
BackSlash Marshal Galactic Navy Joined: March 23, 2003 Posts: 11183 From: Bristol, England	Posted: 2004-10-02 21:21 again Tbone m8! Enjoyedhis 1 a lot _________________
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