Written by Nobody
*Hours later... Nobody glares at WayFinder through the viewscreen to the bridge of the lead GSV in frustration.* This thing had lead them through countless dimensions, only to veer off down some new path at the last moment. They were getting close, he could Feel it. Sure enough, it ducked to the right, and through a couple of other directions that didn't rightly have names in a 3 dimensional sense.
*Nobody sighed. Just then an alarm bell started ringing, and red lights flashing.*
"T-DOT?? What's going on?? "
A heavy gravitational disturbance!! Not on any of the charts! It's pulling us out of Hyperspace!!
"Alright!! Slow to real-speeds and signal the rest of the fleet. See how many of them were pulled off by the...
What's THAT??"
*Nobody looked out the window.*
The giant Dyson sphere, sir? It appears to be under construction.
Or Were you refering to the space vessels that have turned and are proceeding towards us at an impressive speed??
"BATTLE STATIONS! ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!
T_DOT, get the rest of the fleet on screen NOW."
Yes sir...
Written by Tanith
Inexplicably, a great many of the enemy vessels headed for the Correlian Corvette, bombarding it with heavy fire that the small vessel was hard pressed to dodge.
Written by Ramz
Ramz - "Everyone to Battle stations!"
Officer - "Yes sir"
Krispy - "I want you to open a direct com link with T-DOT, I want to know how Nobody is doing out there... in the mean time, Ill distract the overlord’s ships away from Nobody's ship."
Officer - "Sir, we can’t create a solid link with the Corvette!! There’s just way too much interference!!!"
Krispy - "Damnit! Alright, Ramz, get there man, try to distract them as much as possible, ill join you in a bit."
Ramz - "Alright, I'm getting out... Watch my god damn back."
Written by The MunchKING
Solider: Sir??
MunchKING: YES??
The courter cowered. The MunchKING was glad he hadn't lost his infamy among the common man.
Solider: The Gaurds at the Dyson sphere construction plant in sector 0102 report they are moving to engage ships that just moved in from out of the dimension.
The MunchKING: Good... Has CBY found the Orb yet??
Solider: No sir? There have no reports to that effect.
The MunchKING: Very well, have the rest of the Fleet remaining here preped. I think it's time we tried an ALTERNATE means...
Soilder: Yes Sir!!
Written by The MunchKING
*The MunchKING Stormed on to the bridge of one of the Overlord's ships*
Are the Ships re-ady Admiral??
Officer: yesir!
MK: Very Good... Take us out. We shall be aiding the defense of the Dyson Sphere.
Officer: But they just said A ship appeared, They could be smugglers, or pirates...
MK: THAT'S IT! THE REBELS ARE THERE!! YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS ADMIRAL, THEY WILL BE UNABLE TO STOP US THIS TIME!!
Written by Tanith
The Death From Above, the pride and joy of HALST, tumble through the starry skies as it backpeddaled from the onslaught of Dominion forces. Since The MunchKING's backup forces had arrived, the rebels had been staving off a losing fight. Even worse, the fierce attacks by the Dominion ships had forced the rebel fleet to break formation. Now scattered, they made easy pickings for their attackers.
On his Correlian Corvette, Nobody gritted his teeth as another blast rocked his ship. T-Dot shouted a warning over the din of the blasts, but Nobody had no time to register the words as the ship gave a sickeing lurch.
On the DFA, the comm officer looked up in alarm. "Sir! Nobody's Corvette has lost power. They're going donw!"
KK winced as the ship rocked again, throwing several people on the bridge into the air. "Tractor beams! Get him back!"
"No use sir!" reported the officer. "We're too far away! And the Corvette has just gone past the dyson sphere's shields! It's gonna crash!"
Over the viewscreen, Ramz and KK could only watch in helpless as their friends Corvette slammed into the huge Dominion structure.
Meanwhile, down on the sphere, Nobody dragged himself back into consciousness. He felt blook trickling down his temples, and a mild tingle as his healing factor responded to the injury. Sitting up, he slowly made his way out of the wreckage. Looking around, he found that his ship had landed in the midst of a Dominion facility. What caught his concern, though, was the sound of security approaching.
It was then he noticed that his right hand was holding the drawn sword that Tanith had given him. He hadn't even remembered pulling the blade, but he put that down to the shock of impact. His other hand instinctively reached to his belt for his lightsaber, but found it empty, for it had fallen out during the crash. Before he could summon up another one, though, a platoon of Dominion cyborgs crashed into the room.
Written by Tanith
(Soundtrack - Song 3: "Friend Like Me", from Aladdin.)
Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves
Scheherezad-ie had a thousand tales
But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves
You got a brand of magic never fails
Before Nobody had time to react, the sword in his hand *wrenched* to the side just as the cyborgs opened fire. He narrowly missed the blaster bolts, and was just catching his breath when there was a horrendous CREAK and the entire roof caved down on top of the cyborgs.
Having no time to wonder at his luck, Nobody's swords twisted in his hands again, and literally dragged him out of the room down one of the random corridors of the facility. Vainly, Nobody tried to control his movements and drop the blade, but found his hand stuck there as if with super glue. Resigned to his fate, he made a mental note to have *words* with Tanith the next they met.
You got some power in your corner now
Some heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizazz, yahoo and how
See all you gotta do is rub that lamp
Somewhere in the Dominion facility, a door in the "secure" area blew open, and a form holding forth a long runic sword rushed through. Security opened fire immediately on the invader, but somehow every one of their shots either hit each other or some other vital piece of paneling or consols. And what survived were then taken out by the man himself. By the time Nobody had crashed through the door on the other side of the room, the powerstation room he had left behind was but a bunch of fallen bodies and crackling panels and screens.
Meanwhile, the half slagged controls began to create a feedback loop in the stations master computer. This, coupled with several other problems cause by the same source, began to compound upon each other. The master computer for that section of the Dyson sphere began to experience the electronic equivalent of a mental breakdown...
And I'll say
Mister Aladdin, sir
What will your pleasure be?
Above, the rebels were firing on the Dyson Sphere near where Nobody had crash landed, aiming at the shield generators. Unfortunately, the enemy vessels that plagued them made their effort difficult.
However, with the malfunctioning computer and... other... things, the damage was also taking its toll on the physical structures of the sphere.
Let me take your order
Jot it down
You ain't never had a friend like me
No no no
As system by system began to crash, Dominion officers began their efforts to rescue the system -- all in vain. Several cyberkinetics found themselves being mentally influenced by the computer breakdown as well and began to madly infect other systems.
Giving up, the officers in charge ordered that all the remaining secrets in the databases be secured in hardcopy, before formatting the entire system.
Life is your restaurant
And I'm your maitre d'
C'mon whisper what it is you want
You ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody looked around, panting from exertion, as the sword finally eased up on its pull for a moment. He found himself in a vast room with many heavy machinery.
Before he could ponder further, the Sword wrenched him forward again, barely dodging an large power blast from above. Said blast continued down, and would have harmlessly dissipated against the adamantine walls had not a technician been working on a subsystems panel several floors below. As it was, the techie got roasted, and the blast began to surge through the power systems.
Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service
You're the boss
The king, the shah
Say what you wish
It's yours! True dish
How about a little more Baklava?
The MunchKING sneered at the fallen bodies of security people around him. He'd only been planetside for a few moments, and this was what he found. What incompetents.
Determinedly, he set out to find the rebels that had done this. Pity that the crash and computer failures made the automated sensors and defenses useless. Well, perhaps not a pity. The MunchKING smiled a predatory smile... that was suddenly snuffed out as the ground beneath him fell away and he crashed several floors down.
Have some of column "A"
Try all of column "B"
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me
As a senior officer pulled out the last backup for the system, there was suddenly an explosion as the roof above the building collapsed in a haze of debris and smoke. The officer had little time to look on in confusion before he was bisected by a runic sword from out of the dust.
Nobody stumbled sideways, and tried his best not to step on the corpse of the official. He spotted a small box of discs near the body, and on a whim, picked it up. His whim proved correct when he heard another official shout, "The discs!! Get them back! Get the rebel!"
Can your friends do this?
Do your friends do that?
Do your friends pull this out their little hat?
The MunchKING snarled as he charged down the corridor. He'd seen plenty of destruction so far, but not one rebel. He was getting impatient. With a slam, he closed the broken down door behind him.... only to get buried by the ceiling crashing down from above.
Can your friends go, poof?
Well, looky here
Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip
And then make the sucker disappear?
Nobody suddenly screeched to a stop as a team of cyborgs filled the corridor before him and behind him. Gulping, he did the first thing that came to mind.
"Nobody move or the discs gets it!" He yelled out, raising the tip of his sword to point at the box of discs.
Miraculously, the Dominion soldiers actually paused in their charge for a moment. Whether out of disbelief, befuddlement, or just plain... because. That moment was all that Nobody needed to teleport him back to the wreckage of his Corvette. While the shields in the place may have prevented him from teleporting out, he could still teleport within the place.
Only after he had appeared back near his Corvette again, did Nobody suddenly realize the bad pun he had just spouted a moment ago. He made a choking sound in the back of his throat, one that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a sob.
So doncha sit there slack jawed, buggy eyed
I'm here to answer all your midday prayers
You got me bona fide, certified
You got a genie for your charge d'affaires
Meanwhile, the problems in that section of the Dyson Sphere because worse and worse. Between the computer failure and the cascading power surges through the system, the place was getting more unstable by the second. Finally, the shields around that area went.
Before the other generators on the dyson sphere could compensate, the nearest rebel vessel to the sphere, the GSV Dream Within a Dream immediately teleported Nobody and the remains of his Corvette out.
A few moments later, the entire substation on the sphere blew sky high.
I got a powerful urge to help you out
So what-cha wish? I really wanna know
You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt
Well, all you gotta do is rub like so - and oh
Nobody collapsed onto the bridge of the GSV in fatigue, his sword finally releasing him and falling out of his hands onto the deck with a CLANG. The box of datacards clattered to the deck beside it.
The rebel fleet's problems were far from over, though. They were still far outnumbered and outgunned by the Dominion forces. Just as it seemed hopeless for our heroes....
Large, jagged rips suddenly appeared in the fabric of space. The destruction of TWO multiversal hubs certainly would have catastrophic effects. And since the Dominion had far more "land" (multiversally speaking), it bore the brunt of such effects.
Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three
I'm on the job, you big nabob
As it was, both sides looked on in horror as the dawning void immediately swallowed a rebel ship on the verge of exploding, as well the three Dominion ships firing upon it. As the emergence of the rifts increased, both sides found themselves too bush escaping the rifts than each other.
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
As Benedict gave the order for the GSV and the fleet to jump out of there, Nobody watched in horror as the fabric of space around HALST's Death From Above tearing and beginning to fall into the void. His view of his friends' fall into the void was suddenly cut off as the GSV jumped dimensions.
"Nooooo....." Nobody was hardly aware as the gasp tore itself out of his tired throat.
Benedict and several other bridge members looked sympathetically at the remaining HALST member. The others would be sorely missed, and always remembered.
You ain't never... had a... friend...... like...... meeee
Trying not to let the tears come forth, Nobody woodenly got back onto his feath. Mechanically, he looked around for the datacards and the sword. Perhaps something useful could come of this ill-fated journey.
With a surprise, his eyes fell onto the databox... but the Sword was nowhere to be seen. Nobody shook his head. He could have sworn it had been there just before the ship jumped.
You ain't never had a friend like me, hah!
Somewhere.... In the Void....
Coinspinner, the Sword of Chance, the Granter of Luck, fell... or perhaps flew... through the nothingness.
It's work was done... for now.
