Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 10:39 AM
As the morning arrived, the Party to End All Parties was slowly winding down. Not everyone had left however, and a quite a few stragglers remained behind. Belldandy and Kasumi were cleaning up, with some help from Flash, who volunteered to "clean up" the buffet table. Urd and Thor were *still* in their drinking contest, which they started near the beginning of the party, and show no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Jaffa was talking to an eclectic group of mages, wizards, and sorcerors, trying to determine what had happened to his shadow. Z-man was gathering up his errant pokemon, and would occasionally drop some clues to the mages using his power to scry into the past. Tanith was going over specs on the upgrades to Andromeda with Skuld and Washu-chan over vast servings of chocolate ice cream. KrispyKreme was trying to talk Ranma into a sparring match, while Ranma nursed the bump on his head caused by Akane's mallet (Akane herself had been thrown out of the party after her third attempt at hitting Ranma and whichever female he was talking to). The Watcher was deep in conversation with Death of the Endless.
There were other members of HALST and the YvW2-thread there too. Fenris, Brief, Locke, and Cain of Dreaming were all in wolf form, playing some sort of tag (though it seemed like the other three were all ganging up on poor Locke). Manuel and Metaphysician were debating whether they should visit Aberrant or WOD next. Media Man was chatting up Oracle, while Kast Owt tried unsuccessfully to duplicate a GL ring. Saintjon and Radical had been goaded into a contest of electro-magnetism control, and were being cheered on by Coop. Mg_knt was looking around for Captain America, who was still around somewhere.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and an out-of-breath Nobody stumbled in with a concerned Martain Manhunter behind him. Everyone looked up as he began to speak...
Written by Nobody 04-08-2002 03:40 PM
*takes a few more drinks as Nobody answers people's questions/recruits heros*
Written by Jaffa 04-08-2002 10:29 AM
Some members of HALST remained behind to keep their operations running on EP, and to keep from any hostile parties from taking advantage of HALST's temporary state of weakness. However, a number of them also agreed to join the mission to rescue Ramz and end the threat of Mirror-Tanith once and for all.
Despite much pleading, no major cosmic beings agreed to join in, apparently having enough problems of their own. The Silver surfer couldn't be persuaded to steal The Ultimate Nullifier for HALST.
However, there were also a number of independent superhumans that chose to come along. A mercenary here, and adventurer there, bands of rogues in rag-tag starships. They all came knowing that something big was about to happen. The first major conflict between superhuman factions in the history of man kind was about to begin.
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 10:47 AM
Undaunted, they called up Ramz's personal communicator. Hopefully, he'll be able to tell them what he was doing so far away from his intended target.
Written by Nobody 04-08-2002 03:28 PM
Good, Lez get thish show on the road...
Sir, you sound fairly intoxicated...
Jusht a bit... I read somewhere it shampers people mind-controlly abilities... Besides I'll be durned if I'm going to face the possibility of M-Tanith again sober...
Very Good, Sir...
Now lez get goin!! *Nobody Dissapears*
Written by Ramz 04-08-2002 12:31 PM
The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, for some reason, Ramz and PunRamz both thought it to be appropriate to fight only using one power, the force. Ramz was taken aback by the amount of skill and power his doppelganger had wielding the force; he was incredibly out classed, and being quickly over taken. He knew he could not keep fighting by Pun's rules or he would surly fail. Finally, Ramz made his decision to take matters into his own hands...
*Ramz takes the battle skyward to 'power up', as PunRamz notices he calls forth a fiery solar chakram which hits a half powered up Ramz in the back, nearly severing his body in two. As Ramz is falling towards the ground he quickly uses his gravitational control to stop himself. As he looks angrily for his target they both stop, and notice something attacking ravenloft, something very powerful. With this distraction, PunRamz, using his charms, vanishes leaving all trace of his presence gone. Ramz, cursing himself for his foolishness, unleashes his anger on ravenloft, fully powered, Ravenloft will stand little chance.*
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 12:39 PM
Ramz: *turning on the comm* What!!
KK: Are in the middle of anything right now?
Ramz: I *was*. But not anymore because *someone* distracted me and let my double escape!
KK: Double? Nevermind. We need you here when we launch an attack on M-Tanith's Domain.
Ramz: Fine! Anything for a fight!
With that, Ramz was teleported aboard the HALST battlecruiser. He was about to go rant on a tangent about inconsiderate people who ruined duels when he noticed Jaffa standing nearby... Jaffa, who he had come to Ravenloft to "rescue"... Jaffa, who looked alive and well...
Written by Jaffa 04-08-2002 01:08 PM
Written by Ramz 04-08-2002 01:19 PM
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 01:53 PM
Jaffa: Huh? Oh, Tanith got me out from Ravenloft. We were just at Watcher's party.
Tanith, viewing the interchange from the video screen on board the Andromeda, coughed and turned off the connection, giving the excuse that she had to use it to scan something.
Written by Ramz 04-08-2002 02:11 PM
while Ramz walks towards jaffa powering up, and Jaffa erecting a TK shield, Ramz vanishes before Jaffa's eyes, and suddenly appears inside his TK bubble!
Ramz - "didn't think I knew that little trick did ya."
*While Jaffa stairs dumb founded, trying to figure out how Ramz got inside his TK bubble, behind him, Ramz lifts his hand, opens his palm, and smacks Jaffa across the head*
Ramz - "Thatís, for leavin' me in ravenloft thinkin' you were dead"
Ramz - "And thatís for the party I missed!"
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 11:34 AM
Random Superhero: I say we bombard the damn place until the witch gives up!
(Whoever's manning the sensors on the HALST ship): I dunno. If the Dark Powers are powering the mist-shields, I'm not sure anything we have can punch through... I mean, this is the same mists that baffles gods...
Rommie (over the comm-link from Andromeda): However, according to my calculations, a bombardment of our more esoteric weaponry may well generate enough distortions to allow a teleport through. It would also generate a distraction from those who would penetrate the Domain.
Watcher (over the comm-link from Khazan): I suggest a vote?
As it turns out, the majority voted for the second option. Soon the majority of the flight-capable and projectile-weilding superheroes were sent out for an aerial strike on the edges of the Domain, while Rommie coordinated with the HALST cruiser's tactical computer system to bombard the area of the Black Tower.
Although the mists seemed to absorb the explosions of the exotic missile barrage, visible distortions could be seen. As soon as the distortions were high enough, the HALST members and allies who had volunteered for the infiltration teleported down...
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 11:45 AM
Shrugging, she headed that way too. According to the scanner, the closest person to her was Jaffa... in fact, he should be just over the next hill...
Tanith stopped on top of the hill and looked around. Nothing. That wasn't too surprising, since one of Jaffa's powers was invisibility. Looking at the scanner, she could see that he was indeed heading in her direction. So he had seen her as well.
"Jaffa? Is that you?"
A cold wind was her answer...
Written by Z-man 04-08-2002 01:24 PM
Capture, not kill, he knew. What, really, was the point in not killing this intruder? Would she hate if he took their powers first?
"Jaffa? Is that you?"
Impossible! That voice was exactly like the mistress's! Could this be her double? Oh, how he longed to take out his frustrations with the mistress on her double!
But, of course, the mistress wouldn't approve. Damn!.
"I don't like this." Tanith said to herself. "Why wouldn't Jaffa be answering me."
BlackWarMewtwo wanted to get so close to this woman that she would feel his breath on the back of her neck before capturing her, so he remained silent and invisible.
The woman uttered some kind of spell of protection as she walked on toward the tower. Right towards BlackWarMewtwo.
He was about to knock her out with a sleep spell from one of the cards he still held, when he bumped into something, and the two invisible people collapsed in a heap in front of Tanith.
If she hadn't heard them both curse, she'd have tripped over them.
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 01:46 PM 04-08-2002 02:07 PM
"Sigh. Oookay.... Let's do this the hard way then."
So saying, she took out a small device that looked like a mini-bomb. It was one of the small presents Skuld had given her before she left the party. Judging the rough direction where the struggle was, she tossed out the device.
As the dust settled, Tanith recognized the unconscious forms of Jaffa... and Z-man? What was he doing here? His transponder signal showed that he was on the other side of the Tower!
...Then... this must be his double. Tanith shook her head. This was getting more confusing by the minute.
Meanwhile, shadow-Jaffa stopped to watch the commotion as Tanith revealed two more intruders into Ravenloft. It recognized its original template. And the other was one of its mistress's slaves. It paused... considering... this could be a problem...
Jaffa woke up with a sense of deja vu. He absently wondered if the MunchKing had cast Murphy's Curse on him. He seemed to have gotten knocked unconscious quite often recently.
He stood up and looked around to see Tanith with a hand-held scanner kneeling next to a still-unconscious BlackWarMewTwo.
Jaffa: Is that Z-man?
"Not unless Z-man changed his powerset recently."
Jaffa: What powers does he have?
F"rom what I can pick up? There's invisibility, mind shield, telekinesis..."
Jaffa: *blinks* Those are my powers.
*shrugs* "And there's also some sort of teleportation ability and one other that looks like some type of absorption ability. I'm trying to correlate this information with Rommie's database, but there's a lot of interference from the mists."
Jaffa: Right. So he's probably Z-man double... which means he's probably up to no good... will he be waking up anytime soon? We don't need another villain to deal with at the minute.
*grins* "Nope. I gave him a shot of one of the Culture-verse drug extracts that came with my gelsuit. He's gonna be in happy-bye land for *quite* a long time. *stands* Well, I'm done scanning. What should we do with him?"
Written by Mg_knt 04-08-2002 12:05 PM
Written by Jaffa 04-08-2002 01:08 PM
Shadowstalker melded into the shadows. Tanith may go down, he would not accompany her to her doom. He needed some way out of Ravenloft, though. He headed for his old quarters, where he had stashed on final contingency. He had not thought he would ever need it, but obviously, it would come in handy now.
With a gadget he had previously used to teleport to Oblivion, ignoring it's teleport security measures, he headed for Death From Above.
At the same time, outside the castle, the crystal-borne Shadow-Jaffa closed in on Tanith.
Written by The Watcher 04-08-2002 01:23 PM
At the Khazan Arena The Watcher worried about the others assaulting Ravenloft. The Party To End All Parties was still going on, for to call it off because of this account would imply that the heroes might not be coming back, and he didn't want to bring down the morale of the expedition. He also didn't go himself because someone had to be around to rescue the other should they somehow all be captured. So instead he did his best to play an affable host, and waited for any news on their progress.
Another problem on his mind was how to retrieve the expedition from Ravenloft. While people have been coming and going a lot recently, historically Ravenloft has been very hard to leave. Even dimensional travelling powers could be unreliable for that purpose. But still, there had to be away.
Then, as the Watcher wracked his brains he remembered something he might have read a few years ago. Something that might give the expedition some chance of getting home. But he had to be sure. Using his uncanny senses to see through space and time, The Watcher located the book in question and opened a small gate to retrieve it from his bookshelf. He then quickly flipped through the book looking to confirm the fragment of hope he remembered.
"Eureka, that's it! It was in the magic item section."
A slightly tipsy Hank McCoy looked curiously at The Watcher's outburst.
"What's in the magic item section?" he asked.
The Watcher started explaining aloud to Hank and a crowd of elves who had gathered around him.
"Page 208 of Domains of Dread, second paragraph under the Horn of Valhalla entry. It says, and I quote 'For every twenty-five fighters called, the horn has a 1% cumulative chance of summoning a greater power of Valhalla. Not bound by the laws of Ravenloft, it claims its fighters, takes the horn, and vanishes back to Valhalla.' Do you know what that means?"
Hank snapped his fingers and a big grin spread all over his blue face.
" It means," he said, "That we've just found a way to bring your friends home!"
"Yeah, all we have to do is find Thor! And you're an Avenger, you could reach him on your identi card."
"That might be a problem," said Simon Williams with a slight frown. " Ever since his father Odin died, it's been very difficult, if not impossible, to contact him. It's as if grief has caused him to withdraw from the mortal world."
"Well, I can't just abandon everyone to the hideous mercies of Ravenloft. If you can't call Thor then I'll just have to go and get him. Didi, could you do me a favor and play host for a while, till I get back?"
"Sure," said Death. "Anything for a friend."
"Then it's settled. I'm going to Asgard."
"Hold it right there," said Simon. "You don't know what you might be walking into."
"Then I'll check."
He tried to use his powers to find Thor, but all he got was a hazy blue whiteness, like the snow on an old television set tuned to a dead channel.
"I don't know what's wrong. I can't see anything."
"Perhaps," said Beast, "A greater power has seen fit to block you inquiring eyesight."
"I don't like the sound of it." said Wonderman. "It could be the work of Loki or another of Thor's enemies."
"Indubibly," said the Beast. "And since we can't let our esteemed host go into the unknown alone it behooves us to gather some of our fellows and accompany him for his own protection."
"Then that means...?"
"Yes," answered the Beast to The Watcher's unasked question.
Written by Mg_knt 04-08-2002 01:30 PM
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 01:34 PM
Urd: Keep it down would'ja? I've almost won here.
Everyone blinked as she and Thor staggered up from where they'd been slumped behind the table from their drinking contest.
A massive facefault swept through the room.
Written by The Watcher 04-08-2002 04:29 PM
With the Thor at the party too drunk to help them, and having admitted he was only a stand in anyway, the Avengers, the Watcher, and some miscellaneous supers like Mg_knt stood ready to disembark for fabled Asgard to ask the True Thor, who wielded the Odinpower, to help retrieve the heroes from the clutches of the Dark Powers.
"Now remember," said Captain America, "The Watcher can't look into Asgard for some reason, so the only place he knows well enough from memory to open a gate to is at the Rainbow Bridge of Bifrost. Once we're through the gate, there's no telling what might be waiting for us, so be ready to take cover. Is everyone ready?"
Nods and mumurs of assent came from the small group.
"Good," replied Cap. "Watcher, open the gate."
The Watcher nodded and a gate instantly formed. Beyond lay the colorful and glittering arch that was the Rainbow Bridge . The party moved through the hole in space, and onto Bifrost. The Watcher left the gate open. If they were forced to retreat back to Khazan he wouldn't want to leave everyone in the lurch if he were somehow knocked out. Or worse.
As they stepped off the Bridge they found waiting for them a group of...Stormtroopers?...what the hell was going on? Just then a figure walked out from amongst them, dressed in what appeared to be garb reminescent of Loki's. Yet the face grinning back at the Watcher was not that of Loki's but his own, true face, with a beard.
I suppose you're all wondering what we're doing here today. Well, it's quite simple really, I've recently conquered Asgard, and I've called in some of my minions to sack the capital.
The Meddler turned to one of the troopers.
Guys, you might as well lower your blasters. You're no match for them anyway. We'll, maybe you can take that one. He pointed at Mg_knt. Anyway, there's no need for this to devolve into combat. I'm sure we're all reasonable people.
Cap nodded at this, and raised his hand to stay the group from attacking. He wanted to fully scope out what they were dealing with tactically before commiting themselves to battle.
"Look, you Darth Loki wannabe," said Wonderman, "Who the hell are you and what have you done with the Asgardians?"
He's an...old adversary of mine. Though how he managed to conquer Asgard I don't know. He never had this kind of power.
Oh, well that part was easy. First I went and found this. He held up what appeared to be a Norse style dagger. A madman by the name of Knut Caine once found this thing. It seemed it was empowered by some of Loki's essence and old Knut had used it to wield the Trickster God's power and attempt to bring about Ragnarok. Quite an astonishing tale, if you ask me*.
"I've heard part of that story already," said Hank. "I lived through it. Janet, the Hulk, and I were the ones who stopped him from succeeding. I never found out how he got Loki's powers though."
Well, now you know. Knut was a madman. He allowed the power to master him, while I on the other hand have mastered the power.
That still doesn't explain what you've done with Thor and the others. Even with Loki's power you wouldn't be strong enough to vanquish them. Thor had the Odinforce.
That's quite true. To defeat Thor, I had to use...ah, I don't think I'll tell you. Gloating is fun and all, but I can't give away all my secrets. As for what happened to the other Asgardians, well that's easy to explain. It seem's that wielding the power of Loki has had a synergystic effect on my own abilities, allowing me to do...THIS!.
Just then multiple gates appeared under each of the expedition simultaneously, dropping them to parts unknown. A few of the heroes such as Iron Man and the Wasp managed to get off shots at The Meddler but gates intercepted them funneling the blasts back to their source. Then the fliers were somehow sucked through gates as well.
All the while The Meddler laughed in triumph. Everything was going his way. He wielded the power of a god, and many of his potential enemies would find themselves trapped in Ravenloft with no Thor to retrieve them. He had defeated all who dared to confront them, even the Mighty Avengers, scattering them throughout the far corners of the Nine Realms. And as for Thor himself, as soon as the Twilight Sword finished its work on the Thunder God even the Odinpower would be his. It was a good day for him indeed.
Written by The Watcher04-08-2002 02:25 PM
New events have come up which require me to change your orders. Due to recent goings on, an army of "heroes" have come to the Temptress' domain to free their imprisoned comrades. You will the ensuing chaos to our advantage, elimanting as many of her super human minions you can get away with. BlackWarMewtwo, Shadowstalker, and Lengthy are to be highest on your list of priorities. But if you have the opportuity, eliminate any of her minions that you can. Under no circumstances will you allow your activities to be detected by anyone else.
Also, do whatever you can to covertly help the invading heroes cripple The Temptress' infrastructure and resources. Remember, all of your activities must be done with the upmost discretion. In no way must my hand be seen in any of this. Understood? Good, now if you'll excuse me I have to see a man about a god.
Also, do whatever you can to covertly help the invading heroes cripple The Temptress' infrastructure and resources. Remember, all of your activities must be done with the upmost discretion. In no way must my hand be seen in any of this. Understood? Good, now if you'll excuse me I have to see a man about a god.
Written by deviljon 04-08-2002 03:33 PM
Now, a vast array of powers were converging on the temple. Oblivious to it all, a lone figure, shrouded in a tattered cloak with leathery brown skin approached the fortress of Mirror Tanith.
Deviljon's plans were just beginning to activate.*
Wait til you guys see this one. Please, someone try and stop me. The thread will benefit.
My best trick....
Written by Tanith 04-08-2002 04:46 PM
Watching from the shadows, shadow-Jaffa had been creeping closer and closer. He could sense the defensive spell the girl had cast, which permeated the small area around her. Silently, he began to work his own spell to counter hers, and readied himself to attack them in their surprise. But before he could fire off the spell, all three of them were distracted by a rumbling sound.
As Tanith and Jaffa looked up, they saw Nobody heading towards them in a (insert favorite brand here) car. He pulled up next to them and opened the door.
Tanith: Where'd you get that??
Nobody: I shum'ned it. Now c'mon, we c'n get ta the Tower mush faster thish way.
Tanith: *suspicously* Are you driving while drunk?
Nobody: Doesh it matta? Not like any police 'round 'ere.
Jaffa: Well, as long as he doesn't drive off a cliff... or crash into a tree... um... maybe you shouldn't drive Nobody.
Nobody: Pshhht! I c'n drive just fine!
Yeah right. Just hold on a sec. *places hand on Nobody's head and concentrates*
Nobody: OOWW! Wha... What the heck was that!!
Tanith: *That* was to make you sober, sorcery style.
Jaffa: Let's go! We're wasting time here.
As the two climbed into the car and drove off in the direction of the Tower, shadow-Jaffa cursed his ill luck. No matter, with his shadow traveling abilities, he can get to the Tower before they do anyway. And then... Shadow-Jaffa smiled a cruel smile, unseen by any in the dark shadowy mists of Ravenloft.
Written by Jaffa 04-08-2002 07:30 PM
Meanwhile, Nobody, Jaffa and Tanith closed in on the castle in Nobody's car (now covered by a force bubble). Everywhere around them superhumans were fighting zombies, skeletons, liches, and worst of all, the crystal-borne. Spells were being flinged in both directions, and the protective spells surrounding the castle were already failing from the Andromeda's and DFA's fire.
"Hold on", yelled Nobody over the noise, "I'm gonna floor it! We're going through!"
Written by CheeksTheToyWonder 04-08-2002 09:37 PM
Waits exactly 16 seconds for the invading armies to come...
Ah screw this. I heard there was a party!
Written by Tanith 04-09-2002 12:34 AM
As luck, or perhaps fate, would have it, Brief eventually found himself in a small workroom. The floor was covered with broken shards of crystal, and one green pulsing crystal chamber stood in the center of the room. As he approached it curiously, cracks began to appear on the surface of the crystal.
Written by Mg_knt 04-09-2002 12:40 AM
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 04:33 AM
"Hrmh. You were certainly right about drinking and powers being a bad combination", he said to Tanith as he pushed Nobody, who had landed on top of him, away. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah", Tanith replied, dusting herself off. "Having the time of my life..."
"Ok, come with me then", Nobody said. "I know the way. Follow me!" Then he darted away.
Jaffa and Tanith gave each other a surprised glance, and went after him.
Written by deviljon 04-09-2002 07:03 AM
*Deviljon sat in the middle of a hard-drive vast enough to serve an intergalactic starship. Just as the holes in the mist had allowed others to enter Ravenloft, so they had allowed him to leave. He stretched out his consciousness... perfect. The simulacra had reached it's destination. Beyond Deviljon's wildest hopes, it had been ignored. It had shambled its way into the main entrance hall of Tanith's fortress. The terms set upon it during it's creation met, the simulacra was replaced in a microsecond by a huge explosion of coldfire, destroying servant and architecture alike...
Deviljon smiled. In his heart, his mind, his body the power of evolution cried for release. He did not have to heed it's call, but that did not mean he couldn't choose to. Deviljon had no more time to dally, the witch had surely placed defenses...
Instantly his biomass began expanding at alarming rates, his nearly invincible flesh became protean as it sought to make the ship a part of himself, starting with its mind.
Rommie, the avatar, cried in alarm. It had never felt anything like this. It watched, horrified, as the bombardment of Ravenloft ceased, and the bombardment of the Terran spacecruiser, lulled into complacency by the presence of its "ally" ship, began.*
Yo Tanith, I'm gonna need to know a little about how this works, to coincide with the knowledge Deviljon just gained by making the ship part of his body. There is precedent for this in Akira. Tetsuo several times displayed control (however erratic) of machinery which his body had absorbed.
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 07:16 AM
Shadowstalker stepped into the shadow world and traveled the nearby shadows until he was in a dark corner of the infested Andromeda's infirmary. From there' he started shifting through the ship, looking for the cause of this disturbance.
Written by Mg_knt 04-09-2002 09:55 AM
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 11:06 AM 04-09-2002 11:18 AM
The Meddler sat in the throne room of Asgard, a grin of triumph on his face. Having dealt with his counterpart and the Avengers, he decided to check on other matters. Utilizing his divinely enhanced clairsentience he turned his attention to the events in Ravenloft. What he saw pleased him. Mg_knt was in The Black Tower, exactly where he wanted him to be. With the temporary protection the Meddler had given him without his knowledge he should be able to easily resist any attempt of the Temptress to affect him directly. With luck many of her minions would die, and perhaps even the Temptress herself. And if he didn't get her, perhaps one of the heroes converging on the Tower might dispose of her for him.
He then sought Shadowstalker and was unexpectedly pleased to find Deviljon as well as him on the Andromeda. He had wondered where he had gone, for he was a potential threat he wanted to eliminate. Now, with Deviljon merged with the ship and still unfamiliar with how to control it, he had the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone He split his attention to locate his Regent and projected the image the Regent knew him as to him.
Markul, have Imperial Battle Group Delta prepare for battle. They are going to make an attack on enemies of the Empire. A gate will be dispatched to convey them to their destination. Once there they will attack and destroy this ship.
His image was replaced briefly by that of the Andromeda.
"It shall be done at once, your Majesty."
He then ended his communication with the Regent and sat back on his throne, watching the events unfold. In front of him, chained to the wall, Thor hung with Surtur's Twilight Sword stuck in his side. The wound glowed as divine energies played back and forth in a metaphysical tug of war.
You might as well give up. You're only prolonging your agony. Sooner or later the sword shall pull the Odinpower from you, and thus it will be mine to wield. Give it up willingly and I can release you. I might even let you keep your original divine might. What do you say?
With great effort Thor raised his head to the Meddler and shot him a look of hatred and defiance.
"I SAY THEE NAY!"
Fine, have it your way for now. Sooner or later I will have victory.
The Meddler leaned back on his Throne and watched everything taking place in Ravenloft, chuckling with the satisfaction of eminent victories.
The Enemy of My Enemy
In the depths of space Imperial Battle Group Delta floated, waiting to act as the Emperor's sword. Ready for battle, the three star destroyers and their support ships merely awaited the gate to their destination, so that they may strike at the enemies to the Empire.
Then, without fanfare, their wait was over. A hole formed in space, and beyond a pitched battle could be seen between their target and and another ship whose type they did not recognize, though it was clearly some type of battlecruiser. No matter, the other ship didn't concern them. Only its attacker would bear the brunt of their hostility.
With a blast fromt their engines, the Battle Group surged through the gate and began their own attack as it closed behind them. Tie Fighters shot ahead for strafing runs as the capital ships locked all their batteries on the Andromeda and opened fire. Death to all enemies to the Empire.
Written by Tanith 04-09-2002 01:27 PM
It was only the superior lightspeed+ reactions of her enhanced AI Mind that prevented the intruder from gaining full control. But she'll will certainly not sit idly by, a captive inside her own metallic body. While the majority of her Mind fought an opponent of superior power with her own superior speed and experience, a small part of her attention sought ways to eliminate this threat quickly. She would be no one's slave.
After some searching, she discovered that the intruding cyberkinetic, still operating by human-like reactions, had not infiltrated some of the deeper, hidden levels of ship operation. Or, perhaps, those protocols were hidden too cleverly to be found by any who did not know they were there -- which was unsurprising, since Washuu helped design them after all. Of particular interest were the set of... unorthodox... protocols, which remained easily accessible.
If binary streams could smile, the AI Mind of the Andromeda would have been wearing a positively *wicked* grin. She sent a few stray commands to the replicator and communications systems, undetected amid the maelstrom of battle by the intruder, and activated... the Yggdrasil Protocol.
In the infirmary....
The Shadowstalker warily approached the dark mass that covered the panels of the infirmary room. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was confident that he could deal with it. But before he could take a few steps, a humming sound could be heard as a small glass of water materialized in the middle of the room. Reflexively, the Shadowstalker stepped into a shadow nearby to observe this latest development.
A soft light appeared on the surface of the water, and then... *WHOOSH*... A young girl seemingly rose out of the small glass. She appeared to be a twelve year old humanoid, with long black hair and odd markings on her face. In her hand was a long pink croquet mallet, which she slung over one shoulder.
Skuld: Ahem. This is the Goddess Relief Hotline. I am Skuld, goddess second class, limited. We have received your call and... *she stops and looks around* What the heck? ... Rommie? You weren't on my schedule today.... *turns part way and sees Deviljon* ... YOU!? ... Tetsuo?
Deviljon: *speaking from the intercom system* Weakling human! Run in terror while you can, wench! *evil laughter*
...It was exactly the wrong thing to say to a mallet-weilding anime goddess.
Before Deviljon could get off another word, Skuld was on top of him with her mallet raised high...
Skuld: TETSUO NO BAKA!!!!!!
Deviljon's laughter immediately turned to screams, as he felt himself being sucked out of the Andromeda systems by Skuld's mallet. Andromeda took up the other side of the battle by letting loose the full overwhelming might of her AI Mind, forcibly cleansing him from her system by system.
Skuld: You're going back where you belong!
With a flash of bright light, Deviljon disappeared. Immediately, a hologram of Rommie, the Andromeda AI's avatar, appeared in the room.
In the shadows, the Shadowstalker decided that perhaps this was not the best time to visit the Andromeda. Now that the AI had full control back, she would undoubtedly sense his arrival. And he had no wish to tangle with that young goddess anytime soon. Silently, the Shadowstalker left the Andromeda, just before its shields were raised once more...
Rommie: Thank you Skuld. It would have taken me much longer to get rid of him.
Skuld: No prob. It was a slow day up there anyway. I was just about to drop by Asgard for some snacks and then head back to Bell's temple and call it a day.
Rommie: Where did you send the intruder?
Skuld: Tetsuo? Or... at least I think it was Tetsuo... I sent him back to his home reality, where he belongs.
Rommie: Indeed. *pauses* I have just spoken to the commander of the Death From Above. They have been made aware of what happened. *frowns* It was highly unfortunate that he was able to teleport up through the small opening afforded by my own teleportation beam. And now I must recheck every system to make sure no signs of him are left.
Skuld: *hopefully* Can I help? I realy don't want to wait by the phone all day.
Rommie: *reluctantly* I... suppose... wait. *pause* A warfleet has just materialized. Their weapons are armed, and aimed at me. *frowns* It seems my military experience will come into use today after all.
Rommie smiled. It was not a nice smile.
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 01:06 PM
The Watcher picked himself up off the ground, wondering where he'd been sent. Looking around for the other heroes he found himself alone on a road paved with skeletal fingers winding through a dark void. Seeing the others weren't sent where he was he tried using his power to locate Captain America. He saw Cap, The Vision, and Hank Pym battling Rock Trolls.
The Watcher tried to open a gate to their location, only to have it fizzle and collapse. Puzzled, he tried creating a gate leading a foot ahead, and easily did so. Then he tried to create one to just off the road, only to have it fizzle again. There seemed to be something about this road which prevented one from travelling off it, he surmised. Finding that he had no other choice, he picked a direction and started on his way. The road had to lead to somewhere, after all. Maybe it would be a way out.
Written by CheeksTheToyWonder 04-09-2002 01:21 PM
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 01:46 PM
WE are in Asgard. YOU, on the other hand, were supposed to be in Ravenloft dealing with the Temptress' minions. Why aren't you there?
The Meddler listened to M-Cheeks explanation, glaring at him stonily the whole time.
No matter. The time has come for you to return to Ravenloft and destroy the Temptress' minions and loot all of her arcane books and resources, is that clear?
A gate opened up into one of the levels the Black Tower. The Mists of Ravenloft could be seen straining at the edges, as if trying to force their way in, but the divine power of Loki-Meddler held them at bay.
Go now, lest ye keep Thor company as a wall decoration.
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 01:58 PM
The commander of the battle group was amazed. How could this have happened?
"Admiral, our sensors indicate that both the ships have just erected shields", a crew member reported.
"Shields? What kind of shields?"
"Speak up, soldier", the admiral commanded.
"Our sensors are picking up magnetic shield, force fields, TK barriers, dozens of others we don't even recognize, and our resident Sith reports Force shielding as well."
"What?" the admiral exclaimed.
"They must have a hundred different shields on... and admiral, they're powering their weapons!"
"Excellent", the admiral mused. "Looks like we got a real fight, after all."
As the TIE fighters were released upon the allied superhuman forces' ships, Death From Above released it's own Wraiths. Even though severely outnumbered by the enemy, the Wraiths promptly cloaked and proceeded to lay waste to the TIE swarms.
Meanwhile in the Lady's castle, Jaffa and Tanith followed Nobody (or so they thought) deeper to the castle's recesses.
Written by Brief 04-09-2002 02:36 PM
"Oh for god's sake somebody answer!"
"Huh. Just my luck, I've got an emergency and nobody's answering my hail"
"What? Somebody answered? I mean Nobody! Buddy!..."
"Get to the point Brief, there's kind of a situation up here too y'know"
"Ok, ok. I'm in some sort of ...lab.. inside the Tower and there's this giant crystal which is doing something.. to...... Do you remember I told you about my brother?"
"Brother? Oh, you mean your duplicate? Yeah, turns out I've got one too lousy MunchKING, always spoils my fun..."
"Well, a little while ago he ran into a bit of ...trouble and called me to get him out of it. Seems that he couldn't escape this reality because of the power of Tanith's sister, but his transport slave could, so he sent him to get me. Turns out Lengthy was trapped by this weird rock formation and couldn't get out, so he needed me to help him. I broke his constraints but he still couldn't leave. But, he had an idea about that. His thought was that if Tanith (the evil one that is) thought she had captured him (as in Lengthy) then he'd be able to escape."
"So what did you do?"
"Well, I found one of those zombies that are all over the place here and took it back to Lengthy's prison and... well... used my power to turn it into a Lengthy simulacrum. It had to be good enough to fool Tanith, so I turned it into as near a copy of Lengthy as possible. It even had his powers to a certain degree! But it still wasn't a perfect copy, and I figured that it would revert back to being a zombie oh, about nowish."
"So what has all of this got to do with the crystal?"
"Well it turns out that Tanith put the Lengthy-clone into this weird crystal thing, and I'm not sure exactly what's happening, but it looks as if it's being bonded with some shadows..."
"But it's reverting back to the zombie right?"
"Well...... it looks as if the process is freezing the reversion somehow.......... Maybe since they thought that Lengthy is Immutable they had to change his pattern somehow... That way they could control him without him simply snapping back into his original state....................... uh oh."
"What? What's happening? Brief?"
"The crystal, it's cracking.... everytime I move more cracks appear.... it must be linked to me in some way... Get me out of here now!"
"I can't, something's blocking all teleportation..."
Written by Nobody 04-09-2002 03:42 PM
T-DOT can we locate that transmittion's origin??
Only in a general sense, Sir...
Alright, bring us to bear on the Imperial fleet. Relay or readyness Status to the Death From Above. Full power to Weapons, charge shields...
And T-DOT... I'm still upset about that hypo-spray full of whatever that was you slipped me, even it is coming in handy...
Written by Brief 04-12-2002 05:15 AM
The cracks on the crystal were getting worse with every move that Brief made, either the vibrations he was making, or the fact that the creature was, in part at least, his shadow was obviously working to M-Tanith's advantage. A shadow of Brief would be able to help her produce shadows of any superhuman he'd scanned...
"Ok, I hope this works.."
Stepping towards the crystal, Brief began to use his TK to ohld it in place, but quickly found that all he was doing was accelerating the creature's development.
"Uggh.. it feels like it's draining the power out of me... I've got to destroy it while I still can.."
But it was too late and the crystal burst open, and the monster stepped out, fully formed, some sort of shadowy zombie with the face of Brief himself and the powers of his brother...
It immediately began to do the will of its dark mistress and attacked Brief, using the full strength of it's charm power on him..
Simply fighting back was testing Brief's willpower to its limits; he knew better than to use psychic powers on a shadow-being - the short exchange he'd had with his brother had taught him that. However, he power did give him a limited defence to the shadow's power, anyone else's mind would surely have been cracked by then. Unable to make any moves towards the creature he was instead using his TK field to keep it at bay, knowing that should it drop then he would never escape this place
Realizing that the monster couldn't be stopped by conventional methods Brief finally realized that there was one thing he could do to seriously hurt the shadow-beast.
"Sorry Ramz, but this is the only way....."
Brief's facial features began to contort, his transformation slowed by his weakened state until finally he was ready. All that remained was to play his final card and hope for the best..
Brief slowly edged his hands to his face and, though it took every ounce of willpower he possessed shouted out the two words that he hoped would save his life...
For once his gamble had payed off - the creature was in pain and had shut off its defences, but any creature which was undead and had Lengthy's regeneration factor would not be stopped by mere sunlight for long. Using the superhuman reflexes he had inherited from using Ramz's body he keyed his D-Hopper to a location that would hold the creature until he could escape this hellish world.
"This may not work on me, but I'm betting it won't have a problem with you.."
Brief lodged the Hopper in the creature's still-burning flesh and used his TK to activate it.
"Lousy monster, making me use my D-Hopper. Does he have any idea what those things cost?!"
Brief collapsed into his own form and sat down on the floor, totally drained..
"Still, porting the creature to the floor of the Atlantic on the world of Just A Pilgirm should keep it busy for now...."
Written by Tanith 04-09-2002 02:49 PM
Tanith and Jaffa leaned wearily against the wall after reaching a new corrider at the end of what seemed like 20 flights of very steep stairs. Nobody seemed to fare a little better, wiping his forehead every so often. They slowly looked around the dusty and seemingly abandoned corridor.
Jaffa: Are you sure this is the right way?
Nobody: Hey, I'm the only one who escaped from here unharmed. Trust me. This way.
Tanith and Jaffa traded suspicious glances. Nobody was acting slightly... strange. But still, it could be just the eerieness of Ravenloft muddling their thoughts. So, pushing their suspicions aside for the moment, they followed Nobody as he walked up to a apparent dead end... and walked straight through the marble wall.
The other two paused for a moment, surprised at the secret passageway. Then, Tanith shrugged and walked in. Jaffa made to follow, but bumped against solid wall. Surprised, he stepped back and put his hands to the wall. Feeling around, he could feel no openings in the wall at all. A forboding chill formed in his mind, followed by a flash of intuition, which sent him jumping to the side just as a blast struck the space he was just standing upon.
Looking at his assailant, Jaffa found himself face to face with an warped version of a Terminator 800 unit. A pale white ghostly shaped floated above the unit.
T800: Target acquired. Commencing combat.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Tanith had already walked a few steps forward before she noticed that Jaffa had not followed her. She turned around and walked up to the wall. Raising her hands to it, she found the opening that she came through wasn't there anymore. A similar forbidding chill swept through her.
Suddenly, the AI sensors in her gelfield suit blared in warning. She whirled around, just in time to see Nobody become a mass of shadows. The darkness swirled around his form before they receded to reveal...
Immediately, she knew it could not have been her friend Genma, who she had dropped off at Khazan just days ago. Nor could it be the Chief Defender, who she knew was in Nerima.
Suddenly, the facts all fell into place. The same oddities the Andomeda's sensors picked up from Chief Defender and Jaffa... the explanation Fiona of Amber (who was at Watcher's party) gave on Jaffa's missing shadow... the story Jaffa told of his double and the creature it absorbed... Polgara's stories about certain favorite Grolim tricks... and what really stood before her.
But this was no mere Grolim shadow-construct. This was a foul creature imbued with the evil that is Ravenloft. It will *not* be an easy fight...
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 03:01 PM
Admiral Nyder watched with surprise as the Death From Above's fighters engaged his Ties. They were attacking its enemy. What were they thinking? Still, he hadn't risen to the rank of Admiral by being thrown for a loop at the slightest surprise. He quickly revised his orders to the battle group.
"Change of plans. The Triumph and the Victory shall maintain the attack on the main objective. The Inevitable and her Ties shall engage the other ship and keep her busy until the primary target has been destroyed."
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 03:32 PM
"Systems report?" he asked. "Are we alright?"
"Again, the damage was negligible. Our shields are holding, yet."
"Good". Even though the admiral worried for his ally ship, who'd left the relative protection of the superhumans' force fields, he was glad that this one ISD was the only one they now had to face.
TIE fighters were dropping like flies, but neither side managed to do any real damage to the opposing side's capital ship. Most of DFA's Wraiths were still alive - their cloaks had protected them well - but a few had fallen to stray shots.
"This is doing us no good", the admiral said. "We need to find some weakness in their ship. Our Yamato gun just might pack enough punch to pierce their shields, but we can't afford to waste the shot!"
Meanwhile, Jaffa was working his way through the castle wall, ramming it with what looked like the remnants of a Terminator exoskeleton. The work progressed slowly, leading Jaffa to suspect that there was some kind of enchantment over the wall. He should have been able to tear it down effortlessly, and yet it resisted such attempts completely. He had to resort to using a crude battering ram.
All he could do was hope that Tanith was alright, and the he could get through the wall before her double and her minions found her alone..
Written by Mg_knt 04-09-2002 03:38 PM
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 03:48 PM
Alexander's mind took him back to his former life, so far away, in another universe. His planet, his colony, along with his wife and children had been swept away by the Zerg. Like a tidal wave, they had come, and left only deth in their wake. There had been nothing left for him or his crew back there, so when the strangers had come up with their proposition, he had said yes. After all, he still had his responsibility to his crew.
And now he feared had led the to die in someone else's war.
But Alexander had an unknown - and unwitting - ally.
Shadowstalker had materialized inside the Inevitable. Unlike the other ships, this one had in no way been shielded against teleportation. Anyet, there was something aboard he felt strangely drawn to. A strange... force, eminating from somewhere inside the great vessel.
Written by The MunchKING 04-09-2002 04:17 PM
Hey, Alter-Ego... What's going on here?? I try to Dimenson Hop to Ravenloft to say my favorite little Dimenson Lord who talks in red, and what happens?? I get bouced to some world full of eellllllllluch Cute, furry, critters that sang!! In annoyingly cheerful voices!! After Euthanizing that blight, I desided to look you up on your little cruiser...
So what's going on? Ehhh?
Written by Nobody 04-09-2002 04:27 PM
Maybe he's talking metaphorically??
Any way, we're kinda of in the middle of a battle here... If you want to make yourself USEFULL, you could D-hop over to that Star Destroyer and start knocking off people...
Written by The MunchKING 04-09-2002 04:34 PM
And I'll prove it!!
Written by Tanith 04-09-2002 04:35 PM
The Andromeda Mind absently wondered if AI's had some equivalent of adrenaline, as she watched one of the attacking ships and its fighters break off toward her ally ship. The action seemed to take place in slow motion to her, as all things do to atto-second-plus Ship Mind reaction speeds. Her database recognized the two remaining vessels as star destroyers from the Star Wars universe, which was confirmed by her sensor scans... clearly ships inferior to her own might.
Still, it would not do to underestimate her foes. If these warships had but come a bit earlier... the AI grimaced, and made a note to thank Skuld yet again the next time they met. The young goddess had already departed for Heaven, since it was against the rules for her to be involved in mortal wars without permission. The Rommie droid avatar stood motionless on the bridge, uneeded by the AI since no one else was on board. She herself had been phase-cloaked ever since she left the DFA's side, which was a few minutes ago. She had used those precious moments to completely check over all of her systems... five times... just to make sure nothing remained of the cyberkinetic intruder. Now, as she made ready to actually fight, she dropped the cloak in order to use the rest of her weapons more effectively.
As Andromeda pondered the best way to deal with this new threat, she first fired up her new Culture-verse effector to gather information from her attackers. A few nano-seconds later, she had downloaded the collective databases of both ships facing her. She paused for a pico-second, with her mind still on the effector system switch. It would be rather easy just to atomize the lot of them with the effector, but where would be the fun in that? Besides, the ethics of both her current pilot, Tanith, as well as her own ethics from her time in the High Guard, were opposed to unnecessary deaths. And according to the information she had gleamed from the enemy computers, they were but the tools of another.
Besides... there might be other uses for them. Andromeda smiled to itself. According to the standard tactics of the Empire ships, these two would be launching their own fighters soon. As she waited, she skimmed her gathered data some more, and found it curious that the opposing ships were not given any information on their supposed target, namely herself. Even in her old High Guard days as just a "Glorious Heritage" class cruiser, she would have been able to give these ships a good fight. With her enhancements, though... an all out fight now would have been massive overkill.
Patiently, Andromeda waited until the fighters of the Triumph and the Victory left their hangars. Then, using both her regular teleporters and the effector's displacement option, coordinated through her own superior sensors and targetting systems, she picked off the living pilots of the fighters one by one, dropping them back onto the star destroyers. The mists of Ravenloft affected only orbit to ground teleports, but not ship to ship.
Simultaneously, Andromeda fired up her point artificial gravity generators and seized the unmanned fighters. With exquisite targetting control, she thrust them downwards toward the rolling black mists of Ravenloft, turning them into darkly burning meteors raining down on the area near the Black Tower, but not near any of her allies. Soon, the last tie fighter had been sent careening down to the surface of the planet.
The whole process had taken but a few seconds.
Andromeda felt a sense of smugness as she "heard" the frantic voices of her foes over their own comm systems. Now it was time to end this. But, it wouldn't do to have these people self destruct if they get too desperate. A more humane measure would be needed. Yet, neither would it do to be too lenient, and leave them an unresolved problem...
Deciding on a course of action, Andromeda reached out to the two star destroyers' central computers through the effector once more. This time, she took active control, totally overwhelming their computers with her superior AI Mind. Through their own comm system, she sent them an ultimatum: they would surrender and leave, never to return to bother her again. Or she will have to neutralize them as a threat.
As Andromeda waited for their response, she looked over to see how her allied ship was doing. She needn't have worried; the Death From Above was quite aptly named. Next, she turned her scanners down toward the Black Tower, vainly trying to find some hint as to the fate of her pilot. Nothing. Andromeda frowned to herself. Perhaps the next time she spoke to Skuld or Washu, she should ask for some sort of magical upgrade. It certainly would make things easier on magic-heavy worlds.
A message finally arrived from the star destroyers. They chose the second option. Internally, Andromeda sighed, unsurprised at their response. Humans can be too loyal for their own good, which can be great virtue as much as it was an annoyance. She could feel them attempting to override her control and self destruct the ships manually.
Loosening her control on the self-destruct sequence, she began to teleport the sentient inhabitants of the ship to several worlds in high-tech dimensions she knew. A minute after the last imperial was 'ported off, the two star destroyers exploded in two blazing fireballs.
Making sure no threats remained, Andromeda turned her attention back onto Ravenloft once more, and resumed her interrupted bombardment.
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 04:57 PM
Captain Vormeld of the Inevitable listened to the battle updates in disbelief. Tie Pilots somehow transported back to their Star Destroyers? Total systems failure on the other ships. The Triumph and the Victory destroyed? It looked like it was all up to him now. He knew that he couldn't return in disgrace. That only left him one option.
"Helmsman, disengage from that ship and set a course for the Primary Target."
"Aye Aye, sir."
"Lt., bring all our batteries to bear on primary target and fire continuosly at maximum intensity. And I do mean maximum. Disengage all safety protocols."
"But sir," replied the officer, "After a few minutes of that we run the risk of overloading the systems!"
"We won't be around by then, Lt." replied the Captain. "Helmsman, full speed toward the primary target and then disengage all computer controls."
"If we're going down, I'm taking that ship with me. All hands prepare to ram."
And as the primary target loomed ever closer, Captain Vormeld gripped his chair with determination, preparing himself for the inevitable.
Written by Nobody 04-09-2002 05:09 PM
What?? And why did those Star Destroyes just blow up??
Apparently they activated their self-destruct, Sir... And Sick bay just recieved a patient suffering from vaccum exposure.
Yes Sir, Apperntly he ported after the ships exploded...
He's lucky he wasn't caught in the blast. Resume bombardment, tell Sickbay to keep him sedated, and open a hailing frequency to the Andromeda... I want to talk to Tanith...
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 05:02 PM
Darth Jada heard the Captain's announcement, but was not concerned. She was a master of the Force. Such petty concerns were beneath her. She trusted in herself and her skills to survive.
What she was really interested in was the power she felt come aboard the ship. She felt drawn to it, compelled to seek it out and confront it. Compared to this imperative, the Inevitable's inevitable demise was a low priority. She reached out with her senses, seeking the source of the disturbance.
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 05:34 PM
Eventually, the whispers became yells, and Shadowstalker felt that whatever had called him here was very close. He stopped and waited, bothering himself enough to suffocate the few present stormtroopers with their own suits of armour.
Soon enough, Darth Jada stepped through one of the doors.
Written by The Watcher 04-09-2002 05:55 PM
"So you were the one I sensed. The storm in your mind may hurt others, but it is of the Dark Side. And I am one with the Dark Side. Rage, hate, chaotic turmoil; It is all meat and drink to me. I will teach you its true power."
Suddenly Shadowstalker was pressed against the wall, while the Sith adept moved like a blur across the corridor, her blade descending toward him. The battle had begun.
Written by Mg_knt 04-09-2002 05:48 PM
Written by Tanith 04-09-2002 05:56 PM
The Andromeda AI Mind paused in her bombardment once more as she noticed the second star destroyer suddenly turn towards her, accelerating sharply. The DFA, caught offguard in the middle of combat, scrambled to follow it. Nanoseconds later, the Andromeda cooled down her effectors, internally frowning as she went over the data. It seems she would have to deal with this vessel too...
However, at that moment, she received a faint signal from the Black Tower, which was abruptly cut off. The AI immediately focused on it. Unfortuately, the signal was too brief and scattered to determine what the signal was.
The Andromeda became worried. Not because of the approaching star destroyer, but for her pilot on the ground. She decided to let the DFA handle the other ship, and began to intensify her scanning, while continuing her bombardment of the planet to create distortions in the mist for her sensors to penetrate. Another signal reached her, this time from another allied cruiser, but Andromeda ignored it, focusing in her tasks. Only a small part of her Mind remained on alert to deal with the imperial ship.
As the destroyer hurtled toward the Andromeda at ramming speed, the sleek High Guard vessel gracefully flowed out of the way. She then proceeded to nimbly dodge or deflect the many heavy turbolasers that were fired upon her, while still continuing to bombard and scan Ravenloft.
Aboard the destroyer, Captain Vormeld gritted his teeth in frustration. Despite the 1300-meter long size of the target ship (not large by Imperial standards, but not so small at all either), it was moving with the dexterity of an X-wing fighter. But this was something he knew how to combat. Turning to his officers, he gave the command to turn on the interdictor fields, hoping to slow the target down enough to ram.
The nanosecond after the interdictor field was turned on, the Andromeda's sensors picked it up. The part of her Mind concentrating on the battle gave a small twinge of exasperation. To think that they expected their clumsy attempts at gravitic disruption at her, the pride of the High Guard - who were the very experts in gravity manipulation throughout her home galaxies... With but a thought, the Andromeda let loose her enhanced AG generators, cancelling out the effects of the interdictor field around herself.
Still without pause, Andromeda continued her efforts on Ravenloft, mostly ignoring the star destroyer which was even less mobile than before. This proved fatal for the imperial ship, as the Death From Above caught up with its foe...
Written by Nobody 04-09-2002 06:05 PM
Move to Attack position, we shall assist the DFA. Our Quatinum Armour should protect us from mesely Turbolaser blasts!
Very well, Sir.
And re-hail the Andromeda. I want to know how Tanith pulled those kinds of manuver's in a capital ship...
Hailing, Sir... And we're closing to Firing range...
Target they're bridge...
Written by Mg_knt 04-09-2002 06:07 PM
Written by Jaffa 04-09-2002 06:16 PM
Shadowstalker glanced at the weapon that had caused him so much pain, and the magnetic field containing the plasma dissipated, bursting on Dart Jada. The handle became razor sharp darts that all flew towards the Sith.
"You are strong indeed", Jada snarled, reveling in the fury of the dark side as she deflected the attacks. "But you are no match for the power of the Force!"
Shadowstalker didn't respond. He just stared at the Sith with his cold, hateful eyes as she made her move.