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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 1149897" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><strong>Part Three (cont.)</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Aboard the Warlock:</em></p><p>Thul Gulokas watched in anticipation as the <em>Warlock</em> moved to close the distance between it and the <em>Victory</em>. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to take Arassil’s ship even with her on the surface. Thul found himself unable to concentrate fully on the <em>Victory</em> through the glassteel windows of the bridge. The world of Toril seemed to call out to him. It seemed to dared him to try and bring under the domination of the Empire. How dare it taunt him so?</p><p></p><p>The <em>Victory</em> fired a barrage of torpedoes and plasma fire, which the <em>Warlock</em> answered in turn. It was a grand dance for dominance of the space above Toril. Gulokas knew that at the current range the damage done to both ships would be negligible. A plasma blast from the <em>Victory</em> slammed into the bridge’s shields, dissipating in a flash of light. The bridge’s metal walls and walkways rumbled as the shock wave of the plasma blast’s force crept through the shields but did no damage.</p><p></p><p>Again and again the two vessels traded fire, as the distance between the two slowly closed. The <em>Victory</em> was leading the <em>Warlock</em> away from the <em>Deva Wing</em>, hoping to give the carrier’s captain a better chance against the <em>Firewurm</em> and the <em>Spider Eater</em>. It would be to no avail. The two battle cruisers would soon capture the <em>Deva Wing</em> and her crew. A wounded, lone carrier was no match for a Pirate Brigade vessel.</p><p></p><p>Gulokas watched the progress of the <em>Firewurm</em> and the <em>Spider Eater</em> through a small vid-screen floating next to him on his left. They quickly moved to flank the <em>Deva Wing</em> without much resistance from the wounded carrier. They would offer a chance of surrender to the carrier’s captain. All would go well.</p><p></p><p>“How long until we overtake the <em>Victory</em>, Crewman One?” Gulokas barked out to his second-in-command.</p><p></p><p>“Less than ten minutes, sir.” Crewman One was a model of efficiency. “Less than five if we increase the engines’ burn percentage by 30%.”</p><p></p><p>“Increase the percentage by only 25%, Crewman One.” Gulokas didn’t like too over tax his ship until it was absolutely necessary. “A few minutes won’t matter. The end result is all that matters.”</p><p></p><p>“Commander!” One of the fleet management crewmen shouted out from the bridge. “The <em>Deva Wing</em> is gone!”</p><p></p><p>“What,” Gulokas looked at his vid-screen and saw only empty space where the carrier had been. Worse still the <em>Firewurm</em> and the <em>Spider Eater</em> were under full assault battery mode. They open fired on dead space right across from each other.</p><p></p><p>“No! Order them to stop. They’re going to destroy each other!” Thul Gulokas seethed in anger as he watched what unfolded.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p><em>Aboard the Firewurm:</em></p><p>Simon Bleaker, Captain of the <em>Firewurm</em> nearly threw his staff through the vid-screen as the transmission from the enemy carrier was cut off. How dare this insolent pup cutoff his speech? Him, a captain and sorcerer of the Dragon Brigade. Worse still the arrogant crew of the carrier began firing upon his bridge. The steel shuddered from the plasma cannon fire.</p><p></p><p>“Order all guns to fire, Crewman One!” Captain Bleaker rounded on his second-in-command, a half-troll female who stood four feet taller than her captain. “Fire! Fire all weapons! Plasma cannons, torpedo bays, ion cannons!”</p><p></p><p>“Yes sir!” The half-troll began barking out commands to the bridge crew of the <em>Firewurm</em>.</p><p></p><p>“Order the <em>Spider Eater</em> to hit that carrier with everything they’ve got! I want it a floating, smoldering pile of rubble in sixty seconds!” Captain Bleaker threw one of his ioun stones at a communications crewman sitting near him. The crewman didn’t flinch as the stone struck him squarely on the head and then began circling his head in an angled, elliptical orbit.</p><p></p><p>“They are firing along with us in full assault battery mode.” The crewman’s voice strained to be heard over the noise of the <em>Firewurm’s</em> weapons firing all at once.</p><p></p><p>“Sir,” the half-troll female pointed out the glassteel window of the bridge. “The carrier is disappearing. She is going ethereal!”</p><p></p><p>“Impossible,” Captain Bleaker couldn’t believe his eyes. The <em>Deva Wing</em> disappeared into the Ethereal Plane. Then it hit him. The two battle cruisers were now firing on each other. They were too close to miss, even without a lock.</p><p></p><p>“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Order the <em>Spider Eater</em> to stop firing.” Captain Bleaker dove behind his second-in-command’s large frame, as plasma and ion bolts fired from the <em>Spider Eater</em> slammed into the <em>Firewurm</em>.</p><p></p><p>“Too late!” Captain Bleaker’s second-in-command cried out in pain, as several torpedoes impacted the bridges weakened shields.</p><p></p><p>The glassteel windows did not hold. The bridge exploded in a ball of flame consuming half the bridge crew and sucking the rest out into the dead of space.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p><em>On the Ethereal Plane:</em></p><p>Commander Madden watched from the Ethereal Plane as the two Brigade battle cruisers laid waste to each other. The plan had worked, barely.</p><p></p><p>“How long can you hold us here,” Madden looked a Railer hoping the news would be good.</p><p></p><p>“Ten minutes at most,” Railer shook his head. “Not long enough to repair very much. And we won’t have a lot of energy for shields and weapons once we return the Material Plane.”</p><p></p><p>“This is unnerving,” Badier watched as the firing ceased from the two Imperial ships. “I can see right through the bulkhead like it isn’t there.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry,” Railer chuckled. “It’s there. Just not for those Imperial dogs and their weapons.”</p><p></p><p>“Railer, get us as far out of range of those two ships as you can. Head for Toril’s moon. We’re going to try and use it to shield us from them. Keep us Ethereal for no more than five more minutes and send repair crews to all decks. Have them concentrate on weapons and breaches in the hull.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes sir,” Railer tapped the console in front of him. “And Commander, we were able to scavenge about a dozen torpedo warheads from the ruined torpedo bays. It’s not much but if we could find a way to use them.”</p><p></p><p>“Interesting,” Madden had another idea. “How’s the structural integrity of the hanger bays?”</p><p></p><p>“Not bad,” Railer tapped the keypads of his console again. “Structural damage is at roughly 45%. They won’t be used for bringing in our interceptors anytime soon. If there are any left out there.”</p><p></p><p>“Send a weapons crew to the hanger bays and plot your course to the moon close enough to the asteroid field so we can tractor in some of the smaller asteroids. I’m assuming the tractor beams still work?” Madden knew the specs and hoped the weapon crews could build at one before the battle cruisers caught up with them.</p><p></p><p>“Yes sir,” the dwarven spacer scratched his head in confusion. “But I don’t understand.”</p><p></p><p>“We’re going old school on these Imperial bastards, Railer.”</p><p></p><p>“If you say so, Commander.” Railer still didn’t understand but trusted in the knowledge of his commander.</p><p></p><p>“And don’t worry about Fathom Wing, Lieutenant. They can take care of themselves.” Madden looked out into the Ethereal Plane towards Toril’s moon. The planet looked like a giant round ghost through the ethereal mist. Madden dared to hope he was right.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 1149897, member: 2012"] [b]Part Three (cont.)[/b] [i]Aboard the Warlock:[/i] Thul Gulokas watched in anticipation as the [i]Warlock[/i] moved to close the distance between it and the [i]Victory[/i]. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to take Arassil’s ship even with her on the surface. Thul found himself unable to concentrate fully on the [i]Victory[/i] through the glassteel windows of the bridge. The world of Toril seemed to call out to him. It seemed to dared him to try and bring under the domination of the Empire. How dare it taunt him so? The [i]Victory[/i] fired a barrage of torpedoes and plasma fire, which the [i]Warlock[/i] answered in turn. It was a grand dance for dominance of the space above Toril. Gulokas knew that at the current range the damage done to both ships would be negligible. A plasma blast from the [i]Victory[/i] slammed into the bridge’s shields, dissipating in a flash of light. The bridge’s metal walls and walkways rumbled as the shock wave of the plasma blast’s force crept through the shields but did no damage. Again and again the two vessels traded fire, as the distance between the two slowly closed. The [i]Victory[/i] was leading the [i]Warlock[/i] away from the [i]Deva Wing[/i], hoping to give the carrier’s captain a better chance against the [i]Firewurm[/i] and the [i]Spider Eater[/i]. It would be to no avail. The two battle cruisers would soon capture the [i]Deva Wing[/i] and her crew. A wounded, lone carrier was no match for a Pirate Brigade vessel. Gulokas watched the progress of the [i]Firewurm[/i] and the [i]Spider Eater[/i] through a small vid-screen floating next to him on his left. They quickly moved to flank the [i]Deva Wing[/i] without much resistance from the wounded carrier. They would offer a chance of surrender to the carrier’s captain. All would go well. “How long until we overtake the [i]Victory[/i], Crewman One?” Gulokas barked out to his second-in-command. “Less than ten minutes, sir.” Crewman One was a model of efficiency. “Less than five if we increase the engines’ burn percentage by 30%.” “Increase the percentage by only 25%, Crewman One.” Gulokas didn’t like too over tax his ship until it was absolutely necessary. “A few minutes won’t matter. The end result is all that matters.” “Commander!” One of the fleet management crewmen shouted out from the bridge. “The [i]Deva Wing[/i] is gone!” “What,” Gulokas looked at his vid-screen and saw only empty space where the carrier had been. Worse still the [i]Firewurm[/i] and the [i]Spider Eater[/i] were under full assault battery mode. They open fired on dead space right across from each other. “No! Order them to stop. They’re going to destroy each other!” Thul Gulokas seethed in anger as he watched what unfolded. * * * [i]Aboard the Firewurm:[/i] Simon Bleaker, Captain of the [i]Firewurm[/i] nearly threw his staff through the vid-screen as the transmission from the enemy carrier was cut off. How dare this insolent pup cutoff his speech? Him, a captain and sorcerer of the Dragon Brigade. Worse still the arrogant crew of the carrier began firing upon his bridge. The steel shuddered from the plasma cannon fire. “Order all guns to fire, Crewman One!” Captain Bleaker rounded on his second-in-command, a half-troll female who stood four feet taller than her captain. “Fire! Fire all weapons! Plasma cannons, torpedo bays, ion cannons!” “Yes sir!” The half-troll began barking out commands to the bridge crew of the [i]Firewurm[/i]. “Order the [i]Spider Eater[/i] to hit that carrier with everything they’ve got! I want it a floating, smoldering pile of rubble in sixty seconds!” Captain Bleaker threw one of his ioun stones at a communications crewman sitting near him. The crewman didn’t flinch as the stone struck him squarely on the head and then began circling his head in an angled, elliptical orbit. “They are firing along with us in full assault battery mode.” The crewman’s voice strained to be heard over the noise of the [i]Firewurm’s[/i] weapons firing all at once. “Sir,” the half-troll female pointed out the glassteel window of the bridge. “The carrier is disappearing. She is going ethereal!” “Impossible,” Captain Bleaker couldn’t believe his eyes. The [i]Deva Wing[/i] disappeared into the Ethereal Plane. Then it hit him. The two battle cruisers were now firing on each other. They were too close to miss, even without a lock. “Cease fire! Cease fire!” Order the [i]Spider Eater[/i] to stop firing.” Captain Bleaker dove behind his second-in-command’s large frame, as plasma and ion bolts fired from the [i]Spider Eater[/i] slammed into the [i]Firewurm[/i]. “Too late!” Captain Bleaker’s second-in-command cried out in pain, as several torpedoes impacted the bridges weakened shields. The glassteel windows did not hold. The bridge exploded in a ball of flame consuming half the bridge crew and sucking the rest out into the dead of space. * * * [i]On the Ethereal Plane:[/i] Commander Madden watched from the Ethereal Plane as the two Brigade battle cruisers laid waste to each other. The plan had worked, barely. “How long can you hold us here,” Madden looked a Railer hoping the news would be good. “Ten minutes at most,” Railer shook his head. “Not long enough to repair very much. And we won’t have a lot of energy for shields and weapons once we return the Material Plane.” “This is unnerving,” Badier watched as the firing ceased from the two Imperial ships. “I can see right through the bulkhead like it isn’t there.” “Don’t worry,” Railer chuckled. “It’s there. Just not for those Imperial dogs and their weapons.” “Railer, get us as far out of range of those two ships as you can. Head for Toril’s moon. We’re going to try and use it to shield us from them. Keep us Ethereal for no more than five more minutes and send repair crews to all decks. Have them concentrate on weapons and breaches in the hull.” “Yes sir,” Railer tapped the console in front of him. “And Commander, we were able to scavenge about a dozen torpedo warheads from the ruined torpedo bays. It’s not much but if we could find a way to use them.” “Interesting,” Madden had another idea. “How’s the structural integrity of the hanger bays?” “Not bad,” Railer tapped the keypads of his console again. “Structural damage is at roughly 45%. They won’t be used for bringing in our interceptors anytime soon. If there are any left out there.” “Send a weapons crew to the hanger bays and plot your course to the moon close enough to the asteroid field so we can tractor in some of the smaller asteroids. I’m assuming the tractor beams still work?” Madden knew the specs and hoped the weapon crews could build at one before the battle cruisers caught up with them. “Yes sir,” the dwarven spacer scratched his head in confusion. “But I don’t understand.” “We’re going old school on these Imperial bastards, Railer.” “If you say so, Commander.” Railer still didn’t understand but trusted in the knowledge of his commander. “And don’t worry about Fathom Wing, Lieutenant. They can take care of themselves.” Madden looked out into the Ethereal Plane towards Toril’s moon. The planet looked like a giant round ghost through the ethereal mist. Madden dared to hope he was right. * * * [/QUOTE]
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