Broccli_Head
Explorer
Knightfall...
I agree with Taboo.
And any good tale is worth the wait!
I agree with Taboo.
And any good tale is worth the wait!
Knightfall's Realmsian Dragonstar (Updated: Sept 08/10)
Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Salcor said:
*sigh* I wish I was.
I seemed to be doing well, but I couldn't really judge the pain, because I've been taking so much Tylenol (4 to 8 a day), as well as my hard-core prescription muscle relaxant (Feldine) twice a day.
I tried going without the Tylenol -- it didn't work. Pain came back (although not quite as bad as it was before I started taking the Feldine. (Started retaking the Tylenol today but going to shoot for no more than four a day.)
Right now I'm waiting for a call back from a pain/physical rehab clinic here in Edmonton called Life Mark. They might be able to help me out but I'm not sure if I can wait that long. (The wait at this clinic is around 6 to 9 months to get in.)
I've got a MRI scheduled for my knee (which is also a problem) for May 21st. Hopefully that will tell the doctors more about my overall pain so they can better judge the upper body pain.
Later,
KF72
Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Part Three (cont.)
Above Toril near Selûne:
Breakwater looked out his cockpit window at the world of Toril, as it grew larger and larger in his field of vision. He had known that it was unlikely that he, the interceptors of Fathom Left, and the League convoy of dropships would reach the atmosphere of the planet without any resistance.
The dragon wings came out of the glare of the system’s star as it passed above the planet’s strange formation of moon and asteroids. The sleek, dragon-shaped interceptors came in the dozens. Soon the League interceptors and dropships were surrounded on all sides.
“Damn,” Breakwater’s cousin’s words crackled over the Comm. “There’s too many of them.”
Just then one of the dropships exploded in a hail of plasma fire.
Breakwater was unsure of what to do. He was outnumbered and severely outgunned. Then he looked towards the world’s moon and the trail of asteroids that followed the planet’s orbit.
“General Bartleby, this is Fathom 2. We need to get these Imperial bastards off or backs and I have a crazy idea that just might work.”
“I’m willing to try anything at this point.” The General’s haggard voice came back through the Comm.
“We need to take the convoy through the asteroids.” Breakwater wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d get.
At first there was only silence followed by the telltale whistle of his cousin through the Comm. Plasma fire was exploding all around them.
“You’re right that is crazy.” The General didn’t sound convinced. “Those asteroids will make mincemeat out of us if we’re not careful.”
“Yes sir,” Breakwater knew his plan was the only option. “All we can hope is that they are stupid enough to follow us in.”
“It’s your call, Fathom 2.”
“Let’s do it.” Breakwater banked his interceptor towards the asteroids. “Fathom 12 and 4 you’re with me. General, bring your dropship in behind me. My boys will cover you from behind while I guide you through the field.”
“We’re with you Fathom 2, lead the way.”
“Cousin, I’d just like to state for the record you are one crazy bastard.”
“Yes, but he’s our crazy bastard.” Fathom 12’s voice chuckled.
Breakwater barked out orders to the remaining members of Fathom Left. Groups of interceptors and a dropship split off from each other. Momentarily confusing the dragon wing pilots. Before the Imperials could react the convoy had split into over half a dozen small groups, with either one, two, or three interceptors guarding each dropship. A lone unprotected dropship didn’t make it to the edge of the asteroid field.
“Everyone stay sharp!” Breakwater led the beleaguered League convoy into the Tears of Selûne to play a deadly game of cat and mouse with the Imperial dragon wings.
* * *
Above Toril near Selûne:
Breakwater looked out his cockpit window at the world of Toril, as it grew larger and larger in his field of vision. He had known that it was unlikely that he, the interceptors of Fathom Left, and the League convoy of dropships would reach the atmosphere of the planet without any resistance.
The dragon wings came out of the glare of the system’s star as it passed above the planet’s strange formation of moon and asteroids. The sleek, dragon-shaped interceptors came in the dozens. Soon the League interceptors and dropships were surrounded on all sides.
“Damn,” Breakwater’s cousin’s words crackled over the Comm. “There’s too many of them.”
Just then one of the dropships exploded in a hail of plasma fire.
Breakwater was unsure of what to do. He was outnumbered and severely outgunned. Then he looked towards the world’s moon and the trail of asteroids that followed the planet’s orbit.
“General Bartleby, this is Fathom 2. We need to get these Imperial bastards off or backs and I have a crazy idea that just might work.”
“I’m willing to try anything at this point.” The General’s haggard voice came back through the Comm.
“We need to take the convoy through the asteroids.” Breakwater wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d get.
At first there was only silence followed by the telltale whistle of his cousin through the Comm. Plasma fire was exploding all around them.
“You’re right that is crazy.” The General didn’t sound convinced. “Those asteroids will make mincemeat out of us if we’re not careful.”
“Yes sir,” Breakwater knew his plan was the only option. “All we can hope is that they are stupid enough to follow us in.”
“It’s your call, Fathom 2.”
“Let’s do it.” Breakwater banked his interceptor towards the asteroids. “Fathom 12 and 4 you’re with me. General, bring your dropship in behind me. My boys will cover you from behind while I guide you through the field.”
“We’re with you Fathom 2, lead the way.”
“Cousin, I’d just like to state for the record you are one crazy bastard.”
“Yes, but he’s our crazy bastard.” Fathom 12’s voice chuckled.
Breakwater barked out orders to the remaining members of Fathom Left. Groups of interceptors and a dropship split off from each other. Momentarily confusing the dragon wing pilots. Before the Imperials could react the convoy had split into over half a dozen small groups, with either one, two, or three interceptors guarding each dropship. A lone unprotected dropship didn’t make it to the edge of the asteroid field.
“Everyone stay sharp!” Breakwater led the beleaguered League convoy into the Tears of Selûne to play a deadly game of cat and mouse with the Imperial dragon wings.
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Broccli_Head
Explorer
Hey Knightfall!
Glad to see you back.
Glad to see you back.
Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Part Three (cont.)
On the Deva Wing:
While Breakwater and Fathom Left were escorting General Bartleby and his convoy of dropships, Commander Madden was considering his options. Minimum shields, two plasma cannons, and a destroyed torpedo bay. His communications officers were unable to contact Arassil or her spy, although they were fairly certain she is on the planet’s surface in the region known as the Dalelands.
Plasma fire from the two imperial battle cruisers rocked the Deva Wing again and again. Lt. Railer was using all the power at his disposal, both magical and technological, to keep the failing carrier’s shields operational. Madden hadn’t ordered to return fire, hoping to save his plasma cannons for a closer shot. He’d damage at least one battle cruiser before they knocked out the shields and boarded his ship. If they got lucky they might damage the bridge of one of them.
“Why aren’t they bombarding us, Commander.” Railer seemed confused by the Imperials tactics. “They could wipe us out with one volley of torpedo fire.”
“They wish to board and capture us, Lieutenant. Not destroy us. They will start by flanking us on both sides with their main plasma batteries trained upon the bridge and engineering. If we show any sort of real resistance then they will destroy us.”
“We’re not just going to let them take us, are we Commander.” Railer didn’t like the direction the conversation was going.
“No, we’re not.” Madden went through all the scenarios in his head, looking for a way out of the current situation. “Lieutenant, what is the status of the starcaster?”
“It’s currently offline, Commander.” Railer raised an eyebrow as to ask what Madden was thinking.
“What about the secondary drive?” Madden had an idea. It was just crazy enough to work.
“The secondary drive is operational, sir. I must remind you it is completely experimental and never been tested.”
“Yes,” Madden watched as the two Imperial battle cruisers did what he expected them to. They moved to flank the Deva Wing with their weapons posed to destroy the League carrier if Madden ordered the ship’s gunners to fire back. “I realize the risks, Lieutenant.”
“Sir,” Ensign Badier was working both his and Ensign Bavre stations as best he could from a jury-rigged secondary station. “I don’t understand. Are we going to abandon the planet and the Victory?”
“No, Ensign. I have something else planned. The Imperials will give us a chance to surrender, Badier, and I plan to use that to our advantage. Railer, be ready to divert all shield power to the secondary drive when I drop the shields.”
“Sir, the captain of the Firewurm wishes to speak with you about whether we are going to surrender or not.”
“All right people, no one say anything and try to look defeated. Patch him through, Ensign.” Madden felt a knot tying in his gut.
“No problem,” Ensign Badier tapped a keypad on his makeshift console and a dry, crackling voice came over the Comm and the image of the Imperial Brigade captain flickered on the damaged vid-screen.
“This is Captain Simon Bleaker of the Pirate Brigade battle cruiser, Firewurm. I demand your immediate surrender or we will destroy your vessel and crew. Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded. ”
“We have several of your soldiers captive, Captain. I am more than willing to negotiate their return to you, as well as our surrender. What assurances do I have that you won’t destroy us if I drop our shields?”
“You will return our crewmen and surrender immediately or we will begin firing. You have five seconds. Five – four…”
Commander Madden knew the captain would react as he did. Imperial vessels do not negotiate unless they are the ones hard pressed. Madden waited until Captain Bleaker reached two then touched the keypad in front of him dropping the shields but not the teleport suppressor.
“Do it now, Railer!”
“Yes sir!” Railer activated the secondary drive.
“Ensign, cut that bastard off.” Madden made several keystrokes on the keypad of the console in front of him. “And order the gunners to fire at the bridge of the Firewurm. I’ve given them all the energy I can.”
“Yes sir,” Badier cut off the transmission just as Captain Bleaker began screaming that he’d personally cutoff all their heads. “The batteries are firing now.”
Commander Madden watched through the glassteel windows of the bridge as his gunners locked on and fired directly into the Firewurm’s bridge shields. The damage to the battle cruiser would be minor but damaging them hadn’t been the goal. Madden timed his next command with the first volley of plasma fire from the two battle cruisers.
“Activate the drive! Do it now, Railer!”
Railer tapped his console’s keypad to activate the drive just as the first volley of plasma fire streaked towards the Deva Wing.
* * *
On the Deva Wing:
While Breakwater and Fathom Left were escorting General Bartleby and his convoy of dropships, Commander Madden was considering his options. Minimum shields, two plasma cannons, and a destroyed torpedo bay. His communications officers were unable to contact Arassil or her spy, although they were fairly certain she is on the planet’s surface in the region known as the Dalelands.
Plasma fire from the two imperial battle cruisers rocked the Deva Wing again and again. Lt. Railer was using all the power at his disposal, both magical and technological, to keep the failing carrier’s shields operational. Madden hadn’t ordered to return fire, hoping to save his plasma cannons for a closer shot. He’d damage at least one battle cruiser before they knocked out the shields and boarded his ship. If they got lucky they might damage the bridge of one of them.
“Why aren’t they bombarding us, Commander.” Railer seemed confused by the Imperials tactics. “They could wipe us out with one volley of torpedo fire.”
“They wish to board and capture us, Lieutenant. Not destroy us. They will start by flanking us on both sides with their main plasma batteries trained upon the bridge and engineering. If we show any sort of real resistance then they will destroy us.”
“We’re not just going to let them take us, are we Commander.” Railer didn’t like the direction the conversation was going.
“No, we’re not.” Madden went through all the scenarios in his head, looking for a way out of the current situation. “Lieutenant, what is the status of the starcaster?”
“It’s currently offline, Commander.” Railer raised an eyebrow as to ask what Madden was thinking.
“What about the secondary drive?” Madden had an idea. It was just crazy enough to work.
“The secondary drive is operational, sir. I must remind you it is completely experimental and never been tested.”
“Yes,” Madden watched as the two Imperial battle cruisers did what he expected them to. They moved to flank the Deva Wing with their weapons posed to destroy the League carrier if Madden ordered the ship’s gunners to fire back. “I realize the risks, Lieutenant.”
“Sir,” Ensign Badier was working both his and Ensign Bavre stations as best he could from a jury-rigged secondary station. “I don’t understand. Are we going to abandon the planet and the Victory?”
“No, Ensign. I have something else planned. The Imperials will give us a chance to surrender, Badier, and I plan to use that to our advantage. Railer, be ready to divert all shield power to the secondary drive when I drop the shields.”
“Sir, the captain of the Firewurm wishes to speak with you about whether we are going to surrender or not.”
“All right people, no one say anything and try to look defeated. Patch him through, Ensign.” Madden felt a knot tying in his gut.
“No problem,” Ensign Badier tapped a keypad on his makeshift console and a dry, crackling voice came over the Comm and the image of the Imperial Brigade captain flickered on the damaged vid-screen.
“This is Captain Simon Bleaker of the Pirate Brigade battle cruiser, Firewurm. I demand your immediate surrender or we will destroy your vessel and crew. Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded. ”
“We have several of your soldiers captive, Captain. I am more than willing to negotiate their return to you, as well as our surrender. What assurances do I have that you won’t destroy us if I drop our shields?”
“You will return our crewmen and surrender immediately or we will begin firing. You have five seconds. Five – four…”
Commander Madden knew the captain would react as he did. Imperial vessels do not negotiate unless they are the ones hard pressed. Madden waited until Captain Bleaker reached two then touched the keypad in front of him dropping the shields but not the teleport suppressor.
“Do it now, Railer!”
“Yes sir!” Railer activated the secondary drive.
“Ensign, cut that bastard off.” Madden made several keystrokes on the keypad of the console in front of him. “And order the gunners to fire at the bridge of the Firewurm. I’ve given them all the energy I can.”
“Yes sir,” Badier cut off the transmission just as Captain Bleaker began screaming that he’d personally cutoff all their heads. “The batteries are firing now.”
Commander Madden watched through the glassteel windows of the bridge as his gunners locked on and fired directly into the Firewurm’s bridge shields. The damage to the battle cruiser would be minor but damaging them hadn’t been the goal. Madden timed his next command with the first volley of plasma fire from the two battle cruisers.
“Activate the drive! Do it now, Railer!”
Railer tapped his console’s keypad to activate the drive just as the first volley of plasma fire streaked towards the Deva Wing.
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Broccli_Head
Explorer
No! Not a post-breakl in the middle of combat!
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