Written by The Watcher
Lieutenant Zelo: "Captain, our shields are heavily stressed due to this bombardment! We're still at full strength but how long we can maintain that level under so much powerful and concentrated fire is unknown!"
Captain Vormeld: "We need to hold out as long as we can. We can't leave local space until we have the flux data we need. And stay close to the planet! We can't afford those spheres to have a clear shot at us. I just never thought I'd see the day when I was eager for enemy reinforcements to show up."
"These are unusual circumstances, Captain Vormeld. Never fear, they should be arriving shortly. I'm watching them right now in transit. Have all long range sensors focus outward toward the Sphere Ship perimeter. That should be where the reinforcements shall emerge. Make sure we get thorough readings of their arrival. We'll only have one chance to discern the flux signature. We can't afford to miss it."
Thirty seconds later the Meddler's words proved prophetic as new sphere-ships flickered into existence in the gaps of the original force's blockade formation. Several of them exploded on arrival, the severely warped dimensional fabric interacting with their drives to overload them.
Commander Katrell: "Sir, we've got their flux signature! We should be able to use the data to compensate for the dimensional interference and use our parachronic drive!"
Captain Vormeld: "Excellent! Now we can leave this trap. All hands prepare to ju..."
"Belay that order, captain. We can't afford to use this data untested. A mistake could potentially tear this ship apart. Tight beam transmit the data to one of our allies of convenience. Let's see how they do with it."
At this the Captain nodded and Comm officer sent the data to a Vogon cruiser which happened to be near them. The Meddler observed the ship's bridge with his uncanny powers, waiting to see if they put the information to use, and whether it would work for them.
Written by Ramz
Finding no one around worried Ramz... He knew that his friends were safe, but he just didn't know where. "What if they needed me?" He thought to himself, they'd have to do without him for now... Teleporting around wasn't working, for some reason.... he didn't have time to think about it. There were too many people who needed help....
"Damnit!" Ramz yelled, seeing one of the Battle cruisers in the distance take a huge hit. Rushing towards it, Ramz tried to put up a force field in time before the ship was bombarded. Too late. With a massive explosion that lit up the skies, HALST's Battle cruiser was destroyed along with everyone on it. Looking around Ramz to saw the HALST flag ship doing very well in the battle, satisfied, Ramz started looking for the closest ship. Seeing only the Executor, Ramz went towards it, flying around outside becoming the Meddlers own, personal, mini Death star....
Written by Chuckg
... and with a howl of feedback that echoed across dimensions as far away as fabled Tanelorn, it imploded upon itself in a most improbable manner. The 15% increase in dimensional jamming that the Grand Vizier had ordered had thrown off the calibration obtained from the original Dominion ship movements. The Meddler's gambit had failed...
... and worse than failed, as the attempt to breach the realspace barrier combined with the greater nexus nature of Khazan and the blasphemous perversion of the nature of space-time against itself engineered by the Overlord. The fabric of space tore open momentarily, leaving a gaping portal to Nowhere and Nowhen, the endless and insatiable void that existed between and beyond the uttermost boundaries of the Multiverse. The gaping tear of Anihilation, the same effect that the magical artifacts known as "Spheres of Anihilation" tapped in a controlled manner, leapt out from the spot where the unlucky Vogon had tried to jump through to destroy several ships nearby it.
The Meddler's bridge crew held its breath, watching the black-edged gap in existence itself spread out hungrily, looking to inflict Unbeing on more and greater constructs of mass or energy...
... and collapse back onto itself in a nondimensional point before vanishing entirely, as the battered fabric of space-time just *barely* proved able to heal the rupture.
On the flag bridge, Grand Vizier Locke noted the instrument readings with concern.
If those fools try that again with anything larger, they might very well destroy this entire dimension and both sides with it! Fortunately, the Meddler is a pragmatic being, and isn't at all likely to do that again. It's only idealists who want to be dangerous to themselves along with others.
Boarding Party Alpha had best complete its mission before Tanith returns to her ship's bridge, however. The Ineffable alone knows what *she'd* do.
Written by The Watcher
As the Nothingness leaked through and washed over unlucky ships like an ebony tidal wave, the Meddler frantically tried to seal up the dark leak in the universe. With great effort he finally managed to force it closed, helping the battered dimensional fabric heal itself. It was within his power to open and close gates at will, even if they were not of his making. But that was no stable gate at all but a wild tear in the fabric of All That Is. It took a supreme act of will to mend that tear. He did not want to risk the necessity of having to do so again. He might not succeed the next time. Which meant he would not resort to his fall back plan unless they were bereft of all other options.
Breathing heavily, he slumped back in his chair as he felt the fatigue of his efforts.
"It looks like that avenue of escape is closed to us. Our next course of action is to delay our destruction as long as possible and hope our allies have an alternate means of exodus."
Written by Yeoman
The Chaos Bringer Yeoman stalked the halls of the Andromeda, lightsaber in hand, looking for more crew to dispose of.
It was at a hallway junction that Yeoman-Zel and Mg found him.
Yeoman-Zel Raised his lightsaber "Let's finish this." he said as Mg readied his repulsers.
"Are you really that eager to die? Not that it matters, I'm hardly fool enough to fight both of you."
"Too bad, we're both here."
"Gir! Emergency transport! I don't care what you do, just get me out of here!!"
At that The Chaos Bringer faded from view "Another time maybe. Buh-bye."
