Thursday, November 10, 2005
Prologue
Prologue
TimeLine: 216
Year: March 13th, 5639 AD
Location: Unknown sector in space.
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“The fleets getting chewed up commander! We have to do something!” Yelled Cab Tbed from her space tech fighter as the opposing space fleet fell on the capital ships in her area of responsibility. The capital ships put up heavy ship-to-ship fire but the sheer numbers of the opposing fleet kept boring toward them. Unleashing hellfire of its own. Bent on either ramming the ships or blowing holes in them from pointblank range.
Commander Han Xell of Athiest squadron only observed as the attack went on, his squadron standing pat as ordered by Admiral TimeRunner. “Give it time Cab, the admiral knows what he’s doing.” Han radioed back to his wing mate. “I hope” Han added to himself. It was the one thing that Han found strange about the admiral; even after death he still risks his own neck for others.
Something that Atheist Squadron had come to honor….
Unlike the rest of the Christian Coalition Defense Force Top Brass, TimeRunner was the type to done armor and join in the the fight. Even if it meant being in the thick of it, like now. But as this battle was going, it appeared that it did not matter if one was in a cruiser or a fighter craft. Death was everywhere, and it was not choosy on where you were when it came…
Operation “Third Millennium” was one of the fieriest theaters that Han had ever seen in his service to the CCDF. It was far more than he ever expected since the battle at Christian Hope. Ships of the fleet practically going nose to nose trying to inflict the most damage before being destroyed. Fighter craft from the enemy capital ships launching strafe runs against the ships of the CCDF, inflicting heavy damage despite their losses by anti-spacecraft fire from the ships they targeted. And despite the attacks from enemy fighters, TimeRunner ordered all STF squadrons to hold their stations and prepare for their role in Operation “Third Millennium”. But as how things looked at that moment, the plan was not going as thought. It was planned that the capital ships would be able to break the formations of the opposing ships to allow the smaller cruisers of the fleet to exploit the holes in their defenses. From there, the STF squads would mop up any resistance that remained from the cruiser’s assault.
But T.R. underestimated the strength of the Satanic Imperial
Alliance’s 666th fleet.
Instead of the CCDF’s Archangel Fleet facing off with just the small fleet of one hundred ships, they were met with a million scores of combat ready spacecraft of varies sizes and classes. Once again, Intel was off in their information gathering. As all the other various fighter squadrons of the CCDF watched, the Archangel’s main wave of heavy cruisers and capital ships, lead by the CCDF StarQuest II, were practically getting raped before their eyes.
“Light attack wings 3, 4, 5 begin the second attack.” Ordered TimeRunner from the TAC net. Just as the order was leaving the young admiral’s lips, a small fleet of light cruisers were converging on the SIA’s fleet.
“All capital ships retreat to your pre-assigned locations and activate temporal shields to maximum.” Ordered another voice from the capital fleet.
“What the hell!” thought Han as he saw the light cruisers move in for the attack. “The capital ships were no match for the fleet, what makes the admiral think that those rinky-dinks will make a difference.” Yelled Han over the TAC net.
“Can the chatter Han! Just get ready.” Said TimeRunner. But even for the STF’s standpoint, the battle seemed futile. Even as they spoke, the first light cruisers to enter the fray were being holed and holed by starlance fire from the SIA’s main forces. But even that did not stop their advance. As the Archangel capital ships fell back, literally running the gauntlet to escape the enemies’ bombardment, the 666th Fleet of SIA began to converge on the small flotilla of small cruisers. A few gave chase to the retreating capital ships but most prepared to move in for the kill.
A decision that would prove to be a fatal error.
Just as the first light cruisers began to explode, the remaining began to open their torpedo tubes and cargo bays. Inside their bays rested jury-rigged torpedo launchers poised and ready to launch. As the SIA fleet prepared to destroy the remains of the light cruisers, the cruiser’s themselves opened fire. But not with their energy weapons or railgun, only their special cargos were launched. Quick and nimble these torpedoes were Han thought as they zigzagged toward their targets. But according to his IFF computer, they did not match anything in the CCDF’s arsenal of weaponry. They appeared too bulky to be able to move under such physics. And even then their power readings were off the scale in regards to their intended destructive capabilities. Their power readings were just too erratic, too unstable, as if the torpedo’s themselves did not know what they wanted to do upon impact.
Spherical explosions erupted in and around the 666th fleet but somehow even they did not look right. The explosions dissipated too quickly and even then they gave off a distorted image around the blast sight. Some torpedo’s hit their mark on the ships but even then there was no blast damage to speak off. Just more distortions around the blast zone. It wasn’t until the temporal sensors on the STF ships spike to the red zone did Han realize what TimeRunner had done, and why Admiral Wilkins ordered all capital ships to set temporal shields to maximum.
“Temporal Torpedoes!!!!”
Even as the concept sunk in, the SIA fleet began to feel the effects of the attack. Distortions in the Time/Space continuum caused by these horrific weapons in effect changed the gravitational fields of the areas affected. Warps began to form, holes into nonspace opened forth and rents in the fabric of space/time breached forth. It was as Han feared as he saw some of these breaches become that of what most fear in deep space.
A controlled singularity
A black hole of space/time.
Enemy ships caught in the singularity were instantly crushed and those just short of the epicenter had their back’s broken by the shockwave, crippling them. Lesser ships that fell to the shockwaves were snuffed out like ants to a magnifying glass or were hammered away by the graviton forces at work. And even then the lesser strikes by these new weapons were causing great confusion in their own accord.
The ones that did not create the singularities began to cause temporal shifts in the blast range of the attack. Pockets of time formed and seemed to actually cause rapid aging among those that entered or strayed close to them. Enemy ships that came in contact with these pockets appeared to begin to show signs of decay and aging, their armor turning rust red as if they were derelict for many years in deep space. Fighter craft of the enemies practically falling apart as they flew through these pockets.
Everywhere that all the STF’s could see, the Satanic Imperial Alliance’s 666th fleet, the best and strongest in all of time, was falling apart at the seems. Han could only shudder to what could be happening to the crews of the ships that rapidly aged, and fell apart.
Han did not realize that he was holding his breath while this whole attack began. He was even shocked when he looked down at his combat timer to see that this torpedo strike had only lasted for 45 seconds. He found himself praying that the affects of this attack would soon dissipate for the very thought that TimeRunner would dare violate the Temporal Accords shook him to the core.
And as if God had answered his prayer, the shifts caused by the attack began to dissipate. The singularities began to close up and the bubbles of aging began to simmer and die away. Left in their wake, were the remains of the 666th fleet. Battered and damaged, some leaking reactor fluid, others trying to get their systems back online, they tried their best to stay on top of the situation. Even though some ships were effectively damaged, others were still able to put up a fight. But no where near was their destructive capabilities when they attacked the capital ships of the Christian Coalition Defense Force. They were battered and bruised. Torn up and burned out.
But most importantly, as Han saw and realized, there were out of defensive formation…
“This is it! Yelled TimeRunner. “The fleets falling apart, now’s our chance. All wings attack!”
And with that, a lone flight suit flew forth into the fray of the battle. Blue in color and joints locked for zero G-combat. Sleak in style yet bulky in armor, the flight armor power suit that Admiral TimeRunner flew was just like the one’s he piloted in the past (or future). Basically it was humanoid in form and just as small but even by that assumption, many enemies fell to this blue bomber of death. Even now as TimeRunner began his approach on a capital ship of the SIA, he expertly weaved by the fire it thru up at him while launching several high-impact mini-missiles launched from his chest mounts. His magnetic-locked gamma rifle also answered the call, firing on opposing daemon squadrons that dared oppose his advance. Again and again he tore through the formations of ship, opening holes for other combat units to exploit. Even now, the remains of the light cruisers and capital ships were moving into an attack formation upon the 666th fleet.
“C’mon, lets finish this!” yelled TimeRunner thru the tactical net as he launched a swarm of missiles at a incoming daemon squadron. “You heard the admiral!” Yelled Han to his squad.
“Let’s end this.”
And with that, Atheist, along with the other STF outfits moved into attack formation, prepared to end Operation Millennium and prepared to follow their admiral into battle….
TimeLine: 216
Year: March 13th, 5639 AD
Location: Unknown sector in space.
All works on every blog are of the sole property of Matthew Sparks-Freemont and cannot be copied, written, transmitted in part or entirety, released or used for personal use/gain without the expressed written and oral consent of myself. Exhibition of these works without my oral and written concent is prohibited.
“The fleets getting chewed up commander! We have to do something!” Yelled Cab Tbed from her space tech fighter as the opposing space fleet fell on the capital ships in her area of responsibility. The capital ships put up heavy ship-to-ship fire but the sheer numbers of the opposing fleet kept boring toward them. Unleashing hellfire of its own. Bent on either ramming the ships or blowing holes in them from pointblank range.
Commander Han Xell of Athiest squadron only observed as the attack went on, his squadron standing pat as ordered by Admiral TimeRunner. “Give it time Cab, the admiral knows what he’s doing.” Han radioed back to his wing mate. “I hope” Han added to himself. It was the one thing that Han found strange about the admiral; even after death he still risks his own neck for others.
Something that Atheist Squadron had come to honor….
Unlike the rest of the Christian Coalition Defense Force Top Brass, TimeRunner was the type to done armor and join in the the fight. Even if it meant being in the thick of it, like now. But as this battle was going, it appeared that it did not matter if one was in a cruiser or a fighter craft. Death was everywhere, and it was not choosy on where you were when it came…
Operation “Third Millennium” was one of the fieriest theaters that Han had ever seen in his service to the CCDF. It was far more than he ever expected since the battle at Christian Hope. Ships of the fleet practically going nose to nose trying to inflict the most damage before being destroyed. Fighter craft from the enemy capital ships launching strafe runs against the ships of the CCDF, inflicting heavy damage despite their losses by anti-spacecraft fire from the ships they targeted. And despite the attacks from enemy fighters, TimeRunner ordered all STF squadrons to hold their stations and prepare for their role in Operation “Third Millennium”. But as how things looked at that moment, the plan was not going as thought. It was planned that the capital ships would be able to break the formations of the opposing ships to allow the smaller cruisers of the fleet to exploit the holes in their defenses. From there, the STF squads would mop up any resistance that remained from the cruiser’s assault.
But T.R. underestimated the strength of the Satanic Imperial
Alliance’s 666th fleet.
Instead of the CCDF’s Archangel Fleet facing off with just the small fleet of one hundred ships, they were met with a million scores of combat ready spacecraft of varies sizes and classes. Once again, Intel was off in their information gathering. As all the other various fighter squadrons of the CCDF watched, the Archangel’s main wave of heavy cruisers and capital ships, lead by the CCDF StarQuest II, were practically getting raped before their eyes.
“Light attack wings 3, 4, 5 begin the second attack.” Ordered TimeRunner from the TAC net. Just as the order was leaving the young admiral’s lips, a small fleet of light cruisers were converging on the SIA’s fleet.
“All capital ships retreat to your pre-assigned locations and activate temporal shields to maximum.” Ordered another voice from the capital fleet.
“What the hell!” thought Han as he saw the light cruisers move in for the attack. “The capital ships were no match for the fleet, what makes the admiral think that those rinky-dinks will make a difference.” Yelled Han over the TAC net.
“Can the chatter Han! Just get ready.” Said TimeRunner. But even for the STF’s standpoint, the battle seemed futile. Even as they spoke, the first light cruisers to enter the fray were being holed and holed by starlance fire from the SIA’s main forces. But even that did not stop their advance. As the Archangel capital ships fell back, literally running the gauntlet to escape the enemies’ bombardment, the 666th Fleet of SIA began to converge on the small flotilla of small cruisers. A few gave chase to the retreating capital ships but most prepared to move in for the kill.
A decision that would prove to be a fatal error.
Just as the first light cruisers began to explode, the remaining began to open their torpedo tubes and cargo bays. Inside their bays rested jury-rigged torpedo launchers poised and ready to launch. As the SIA fleet prepared to destroy the remains of the light cruisers, the cruiser’s themselves opened fire. But not with their energy weapons or railgun, only their special cargos were launched. Quick and nimble these torpedoes were Han thought as they zigzagged toward their targets. But according to his IFF computer, they did not match anything in the CCDF’s arsenal of weaponry. They appeared too bulky to be able to move under such physics. And even then their power readings were off the scale in regards to their intended destructive capabilities. Their power readings were just too erratic, too unstable, as if the torpedo’s themselves did not know what they wanted to do upon impact.
Spherical explosions erupted in and around the 666th fleet but somehow even they did not look right. The explosions dissipated too quickly and even then they gave off a distorted image around the blast sight. Some torpedo’s hit their mark on the ships but even then there was no blast damage to speak off. Just more distortions around the blast zone. It wasn’t until the temporal sensors on the STF ships spike to the red zone did Han realize what TimeRunner had done, and why Admiral Wilkins ordered all capital ships to set temporal shields to maximum.
“Temporal Torpedoes!!!!”
Even as the concept sunk in, the SIA fleet began to feel the effects of the attack. Distortions in the Time/Space continuum caused by these horrific weapons in effect changed the gravitational fields of the areas affected. Warps began to form, holes into nonspace opened forth and rents in the fabric of space/time breached forth. It was as Han feared as he saw some of these breaches become that of what most fear in deep space.
A controlled singularity
A black hole of space/time.
Enemy ships caught in the singularity were instantly crushed and those just short of the epicenter had their back’s broken by the shockwave, crippling them. Lesser ships that fell to the shockwaves were snuffed out like ants to a magnifying glass or were hammered away by the graviton forces at work. And even then the lesser strikes by these new weapons were causing great confusion in their own accord.
The ones that did not create the singularities began to cause temporal shifts in the blast range of the attack. Pockets of time formed and seemed to actually cause rapid aging among those that entered or strayed close to them. Enemy ships that came in contact with these pockets appeared to begin to show signs of decay and aging, their armor turning rust red as if they were derelict for many years in deep space. Fighter craft of the enemies practically falling apart as they flew through these pockets.
Everywhere that all the STF’s could see, the Satanic Imperial Alliance’s 666th fleet, the best and strongest in all of time, was falling apart at the seems. Han could only shudder to what could be happening to the crews of the ships that rapidly aged, and fell apart.
Han did not realize that he was holding his breath while this whole attack began. He was even shocked when he looked down at his combat timer to see that this torpedo strike had only lasted for 45 seconds. He found himself praying that the affects of this attack would soon dissipate for the very thought that TimeRunner would dare violate the Temporal Accords shook him to the core.
And as if God had answered his prayer, the shifts caused by the attack began to dissipate. The singularities began to close up and the bubbles of aging began to simmer and die away. Left in their wake, were the remains of the 666th fleet. Battered and damaged, some leaking reactor fluid, others trying to get their systems back online, they tried their best to stay on top of the situation. Even though some ships were effectively damaged, others were still able to put up a fight. But no where near was their destructive capabilities when they attacked the capital ships of the Christian Coalition Defense Force. They were battered and bruised. Torn up and burned out.
But most importantly, as Han saw and realized, there were out of defensive formation…
“This is it! Yelled TimeRunner. “The fleets falling apart, now’s our chance. All wings attack!”
And with that, a lone flight suit flew forth into the fray of the battle. Blue in color and joints locked for zero G-combat. Sleak in style yet bulky in armor, the flight armor power suit that Admiral TimeRunner flew was just like the one’s he piloted in the past (or future). Basically it was humanoid in form and just as small but even by that assumption, many enemies fell to this blue bomber of death. Even now as TimeRunner began his approach on a capital ship of the SIA, he expertly weaved by the fire it thru up at him while launching several high-impact mini-missiles launched from his chest mounts. His magnetic-locked gamma rifle also answered the call, firing on opposing daemon squadrons that dared oppose his advance. Again and again he tore through the formations of ship, opening holes for other combat units to exploit. Even now, the remains of the light cruisers and capital ships were moving into an attack formation upon the 666th fleet.
“C’mon, lets finish this!” yelled TimeRunner thru the tactical net as he launched a swarm of missiles at a incoming daemon squadron. “You heard the admiral!” Yelled Han to his squad.
“Let’s end this.”
And with that, Atheist, along with the other STF outfits moved into attack formation, prepared to end Operation Millennium and prepared to follow their admiral into battle….
# posted by TheTimeRunner : 11/10/2005 11:34:00 AM
