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Who: Wadjit, the Fleet, Plot Participants
Where: Space, The Teuberg
When: Evening, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None
The peaceful day is shattered by warnings and sirens sounding all through the Fleet, including the city. There's no surface safe, even the personal communicators are letting out alerts. Finally, after a good five seconds, an alarmed voice shouts out. "HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED! Counting at least seven destroyers, three frigates, and five War Serpents, possibly more, angling for attack vectors! Estimating fifteen minutes until combat range!"
There's a thirty-second wait, and then the communicators of the new arrivals start receiving messages. Civilians are directed to go to shelters, the military recruits are ordered to ship-board battle stations and repair areas, medical volunteers are directed to clinics and hospitals, and the militia has orders to take up defensive positions both in space and aboard the Teuberg, just in case.
The Wadjit fleet incoming is a boiling mass of capital ships, from frigate sized up to cruisers, all of them massive, ovoid, and covered in painted faces, huge fanged maws that actually curl back to launch fighters, mobile suits, and probes as they bore in towards the Fleet. There are at least 17 ships dancing in the void, with hundreds of assorted secondary assault units shedding from them like sporing fungus. The longest of them, armored with serpentine scales, are obviously the War Serpents. Their hideous maws actually open up while a cylindrical core slides out, spewing fighters and mobile armors out in a brilliant cloud of light. Those who have studied the enemy's vessels might recall that the 'cores' act as repair and resupply vessels in the battle, protected by their still-active 'skins' until it's time to retreat.
New stars flare in the darkness, in great circular blasts as the initial wave of defensive and offensive missiles slam into one another, and into energy shields, creating a huge tableau of warfare in its most silent and beautiful. The Fleet's responders are quick, spewing out hundreds of fighters and mobile armors like a dandelion spreading its seeds. They maneuver into positions, filling in three-dimensional formations and walls to defend against the oncoming wave of attackers.
After the initial spherical blasts, the Wadjit fighters, like great spiked claws, and the mobile suits, resembling hunched raptors, hurtle towards the fleet in an expanding mass of death promises. The only question now is how the stalwart defenders react.
[This is the Space Combat portion. Later, we will have the Virus drop in, and that will be a separate thread within this post tomorrow. This event will last for ONE WEEK, after which it will continue with backtags. Of course, once the virus drops, the effects will not be limited to this post.]
Where: Space, The Teuberg
When: Evening, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None
The peaceful day is shattered by warnings and sirens sounding all through the Fleet, including the city. There's no surface safe, even the personal communicators are letting out alerts. Finally, after a good five seconds, an alarmed voice shouts out. "HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED! Counting at least seven destroyers, three frigates, and five War Serpents, possibly more, angling for attack vectors! Estimating fifteen minutes until combat range!"
There's a thirty-second wait, and then the communicators of the new arrivals start receiving messages. Civilians are directed to go to shelters, the military recruits are ordered to ship-board battle stations and repair areas, medical volunteers are directed to clinics and hospitals, and the militia has orders to take up defensive positions both in space and aboard the Teuberg, just in case.
The Wadjit fleet incoming is a boiling mass of capital ships, from frigate sized up to cruisers, all of them massive, ovoid, and covered in painted faces, huge fanged maws that actually curl back to launch fighters, mobile suits, and probes as they bore in towards the Fleet. There are at least 17 ships dancing in the void, with hundreds of assorted secondary assault units shedding from them like sporing fungus. The longest of them, armored with serpentine scales, are obviously the War Serpents. Their hideous maws actually open up while a cylindrical core slides out, spewing fighters and mobile armors out in a brilliant cloud of light. Those who have studied the enemy's vessels might recall that the 'cores' act as repair and resupply vessels in the battle, protected by their still-active 'skins' until it's time to retreat.
New stars flare in the darkness, in great circular blasts as the initial wave of defensive and offensive missiles slam into one another, and into energy shields, creating a huge tableau of warfare in its most silent and beautiful. The Fleet's responders are quick, spewing out hundreds of fighters and mobile armors like a dandelion spreading its seeds. They maneuver into positions, filling in three-dimensional formations and walls to defend against the oncoming wave of attackers.
After the initial spherical blasts, the Wadjit fighters, like great spiked claws, and the mobile suits, resembling hunched raptors, hurtle towards the fleet in an expanding mass of death promises. The only question now is how the stalwart defenders react.
[This is the Space Combat portion. Later, we will have the Virus drop in, and that will be a separate thread within this post tomorrow. This event will last for ONE WEEK, after which it will continue with backtags. Of course, once the virus drops, the effects will not be limited to this post.]
