Uploaded Fiction for New Galaxy Stardate 01.24.23 in the Mitrax Galaxy to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


NEW GALAXY
STARDATE 01.24.23
MITRAX GALAXY

"CAPTAIN, OUR NEUTRONIUM ARMOR IS NEARLY GONE! WE ARE DOWN TO FIVE PERCENT!!"

Captain Frank Unger stared at the View Screen. He seemed to not have heard the announcement. But in fact, he was mentally tracking every detail of the battle. His crew was his responsibility. Frank would see them through this even if it cost him his last breath.

Captain Frank Unger was a middle aged man with short, pure white hair. He had experienced his share of defeats and victories in life. But he knew better than to question his fate. Instead, Frank did what he does best: trudge on, take the hits on the chin, and make the most of what remains.

A Jandar Raider had stolen a shipment of Orium from a mining facility on the Taurus Moon. The New Galaxy had been in the area, so the Human Cooperative sent her to intercept. The New Galaxy chased the Jandar Raider for eight hours at high warp, when the Jandar Raider finally slowed and decided to make its stand in an asteroid belt.

The battle was fierce, with the edge given to the Jandar Raider because it seemed to be familiar with this particular asteroid belt. Using the asteroids as cover, the Jandar Raider would dart in and out, firing its weapons, and hiding once more. Frank was more accustomed to open combat, and this style of deceptive fighting was not his strong suit. It wasn't long before the Jandar Raider's Subspace Compression Detonators and Proton Dischargers had pierced three of the New Galaxy's Shields, scoring hits on the Neutronium Armor that protected her critical systems. However, the Jandar Raider had taken its own fair share of damage, and Frank calculated that the odds were about even at this point in the engagement.

In his mind, Frank Unger estimated that the remaining Subspace Compression Detonators on the Jandar Raider had cycled through their arming and were about ready to fire once more.

"Activate Tractor Beams," Frank instructed his Navigator. "Pull the smaller asteroids close to the New Galaxy. Keep us surrounded and protected."

The Jandar Raider fired its Subspace Compression Detonators. Their primary force tore through the protective asteroids and destroyed the remaining Neutronium on the New Galaxy. But when their Detonator went off in the following moment after impact, the smaller asteroids around the New Galaxy absorbed the massive energy discharge.

The New Galaxy now had the advantage, but only for a moment.

"Filter our remaining Quantum Phased Torpedoes and Type E Proton Dischargers through the Targeting Scanner," Frank ordered his Tactical Officer. "Home in on the Jandar Raider. Take your time, don't rush it, let the Jandar Raider try to slip away again. Once the Targeting Scanner has a firm lock on...Fire."

Three blinking orbs of glowing, orange energy shot out of the New Galaxy, along with two swirling purple streams of protons. They slammed into the Jandar Raider, devastated its hull, and put the Jandar Raider in critical condition.

Then Captain Unger saw it on the View Screen. A lone Shuttle was on its way to impact the New Galaxy. Instinctively, Frank knew this Shuttle was armed with an anti-matter bomb. It was a Suicide Shuttle.

Having spent his Tractor Beams, Frank Unger responded in the only way he could. "Launch the Dagger Missiles!"

Two small missiles shot out of the New Galaxy, one followed by another. It took a moment for them to reach their target, but they were able to impact the Suicide Shuttle before it reached the New Galaxy. The first missile severely damaged the shuttle, the second missile destroyed it.

The forward half of the Jandar Raider separated from the rear half. This command module, which was roughly the size of a fast patrol ship. was relatively unscathed. The small vessel moved to leave the area, abandoning the rear half which contained the Orium.

"Shall I fire on the escaping vessel, Captain?" the Tactical Officer asked in an anxious voice.

Frank let out a sigh. "Negative. Let her go. Prepare to retrieve the stolen Orium from the damaged section of the Jandar Raider vessel. Send our Powered Battle Armor in case the Raiders left any kind of surprises for us."

"Yes, sir!"

THAT'S ENOUGH KILLING FOR ONE DAY. THE NEW GALAXY HAS ACHIEVED HER OBJECTIVE.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, August 27, 2024 - 01:30 pm: Edit

ORDER OF THE GRIFFIN HEAVY CRUISER SSD
THE GOLDEN AGE
Link to the Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser SSD

THE GOLDEN AGE

ORDER OF THE GRIFFIN SHIPS
(GA1.1) HEAVY CRUISER (CA):

The Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser was a respected starship during the Golden Age, primarily because of the number of Tri-Phasers it carried. Eight Tri-Phasers were supplemented by four rapid firing Photon Bolts and one Drone Platform Type-A. The Drone Platform provided constant missile support as the Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser engaged in battle. This fast and maneuverable Heavy Cruiser formed the mainline for the Order of the Griffin. It performed many other functions other than direct combat. Often, its presence alone in a region was enough to deter potential threats.

DESIGNER NOTES:

The Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser sets the stage for the rest of the Golden Age to unfold. This starship, while reminiscent of the Federation Heavy Cruiser, is substantially different in design and function. It is faster and more maneuverable, but possesses less internals. The Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser cannot generate as powerful an Alpha Strike as the Federation Heavy Cruiser.

The Photon Bolts carried by the Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser tend toward Disruptor Tactics, but at the same time possess Photon Damage properties, potentially leading to brand new Tactics.

The Drone Platform changes combat completely for the Order of the Griffin Heavy Cruiser, because instead of having a built-in internal Drone Rack (like the Federation Heavy Cruiser), it must launch the Drone Platform in the early moments of the engagement, protect and keep it safe during combat, and recover it once the battle is won.

By Jeff Anderson (Jga) on Tuesday, August 27, 2024 - 03:40 pm: Edit

Quick question, Norman; if tri-phasers are fired in double or triple mode, are they required to be fired at the same target or can they spread their double/triple beams at multiple targets?

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, August 27, 2024 - 07:40 pm: Edit

Good question, Jeff. The original intention was to mimic the damage output of the PH-1, PH-2, and PH-3, while being different and allowing variation at different Range Brackets. My original intention was not to create a type of X-Tech Phaser capable of Rapid Firing Mode or a type of a Gatling Phaser. Given the more fragile nature of the Type-G1 Drone, doing so would give an unfair advantage to wielders of the Tri-Phaser. In other words, in order to shoot down a Type-G1 Drone, they should have to expend one Tri-Phaser, just as a PH-3 would normally have to be expended to destroy a Type-I Drone. Allowing the Tri-Phaser to shoot two to three Type-G1 Drones at once would be too powerful for the opening basic technology of the Golden Age.

However, since the Golden Age is supposed to mirror the Alpha Sector, it makes perfect sense for the Tri-Phaser to be able to split targets once they develop their equivalent of X-Technology (it may not be named so). Therefore, that advanced ability is best saved for later.

I was asked another question that I hadn't anticipated. If the "Bay" that houses the Drone Platform is destroyed while the Drone Platform is out in space, can the Drone Platform be recovered normally via the Shuttle Bay?

My gut response is Yes, that makes perfect sense. Although there must be some kind of penalty for it, particularly in terms of Drone Reloads. But I haven't quite worked it out in my mind yet. I don't want to say the Drone Platform cannot be Reloaded at all if brought in through the Shuttle Bay (which wouldn't make sense), but there must be some ease and function to the Drone Reloading Process for normally bringing the Drone Platform back into its standard "Bay." Probably the best way to handle it would be to impose a penalty of additional time to Reload the Drone Platform if it is in the Shuttle Bay as opposed to its normal "Bay."

This brings up yet another unasked Design Question: Why does the Drone Platform launch from its own "Bay" anyway, as opposed to just launching from the Shuttle Bay? Why is it not stored right beside the other Shuttles? There must be an "engineering" reason for this and whatever that reason turns out to be, it would also help to answer the question about what happens if the Drone Platform "Bay" is destroyed in combat.

Once I have had more time to mull over these questions and settle on definite answers, I will update the website post.

Thanks again, Jeff.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, August 27, 2024 - 08:39 pm: Edit

Uploaded the Playtest Report for Europa CA vs Babylon BC 2/20/22 in Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Jeff Anderson (Jga) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 10:33 am: Edit

Destruction of the Drone Platform Bay means the loss of the specially trained crew that repair/maintain it, so the ability to repair it is... Halved?

Reloads need to be done via Kzinti Weightlifting Team rule?

Just some WAGs...

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 12:48 pm: Edit

Thanks Jeff. Not sure about halving the repair. You won't be able to just repair the "Bay" and suddenly produce another Drone Platform during a battle. However, it may be possible to come up with a Rule for Repairing a damaged Drone Platform successfully recovered in the middle of an engagement (or Repairing it can be solely left to in-between scenarios and not allowed during a conflict).

Yes, for the explanation as to why Drone Reloads take longer if the Drone Platform is recovered in the Shuttle Bay as opposed to its own "Bay," I was also thinking of something along the lines of "specially trained crew" in addition to "special equipment designed to facilitate and expedite Drone Reloading."

As for that Kzinti Rule...

By Jeff Anderson (Jga) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 03:31 pm: Edit

I was thinking in terms of the rule for deck crews repairing damaged shuttles when I posted about half the repair rate in an ordinary shuttle bay. I mean, if that platform is out there and can launch drones at me, especially if it's virtually stationary and can be taken out with eight damage points...

... I'm gonna try to take it out!!

... BEFORE it can start chucking drones at me!!

Sorta like taking out a scatter pack shuttle, but one that's slower and doesn't "Wave" the drones, but instead fires like a regular rack.

Also trying to figure out how to make it work with ECM drones; either for its protection or to launch them to protect ships.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 09:15 pm: Edit

A damaged Drone Platform can definitely be Repaired inside of the Shuttle Bay. The only question is the Rate of Repair. Half seems like a good suggestion, but I will have to ponder it for awhile to see what my mind settles on. A comparison needs to made between what is the Rate of Repair if the Drone Platform gets brought back into its normal "Bay," versus if it gets brought back into the Shuttle Bay because its "Bay" was destroyed. Examining the Repair of a Shuttle/Fighter is a good place to start (of course, they are similar but not the same).

I would think an ECM Drone would protect the launching ship instead of the Drone Platform itself. But that comes later. First thing is to playtest the Drone Platform (as is) to see how it actually functions in a game.

Thanks Jeff

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 09:19 pm: Edit

Uploaded the (MXR1.1) Human Cooperative Heavy Cruiser SSD for the Mitrax Galaxy to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, August 28, 2024 - 11:13 pm: Edit

IRONOAK
STARDATE 08.28.24
HOURGLASS DOMAIN
Link to previous Ironoak entries

Captain Grisla slowly materialized in the Transporter. Her First Officer stood waiting to receive her. When she stepped off of the Transporter, he was concerned about her appearance.

Captain Grisla's uniform was soaked in purple blood from dead Frog Demons. Her face was ragged and pale, as if she had run twice the distance she was capable of. Cuts and abrasions covered her body, but fortunately they were all minor wounds. Some wiring was protruding from her left cybernetic leg. Captain Grisla stopped directly in front of Bronx and looked him directly in the eyes with her left normal eye and her right cybernetic eye.

"Welcome back to the Ironoak, Captain," Bronx announced in a loud voice as he stood at attention. "We have a clean change of clothes for..."

Captain Grisla cut off her First Officer. She was not concerned with clothing. "Report, Number One."

Bronx paused for a moment. He was a large, muscular man with solid black skin and short hair. His chest glowed with lights due to being shot five times when he first joined the Alliance. In order to keep him alive, it was necessary to replace most of his organic chest with a cybernetic chest.

"A Demon Frog Spawning Vessel is approaching, Captain. It is escorted by two Demon Frog Destroyers. They are attempting to circumvent our position at Veridian VIII. Current distance is three hundred and two thousand kilometers. The Dark Cypress is at least two days away, too far to aid us in this conflict. I would have already moved to intercept, but I was awaiting your return. Will the rest of the Trench Defenders be beaming up after you?"

Captain Grisla saw an image of the Trench they so desperately fought to protect in her mind. It was full of Alliance and Demon Frog dead bodies.

"Negative, Bronx. There is no one else left."

Bronx was shocked. His face began to contort into worry, but it was held back by years of military stoicism. Immediately, the First Officer's thoughts raced to the families of the dead. News of the Grim Reaper's visit was always as painful as a blade thrust into the back and through the heart.

"Special Commendation for Ensign Alan Yang," Captain Grisla said abruptly, dispersing his thoughts of weeping and mourning for the dead.

"Our newest recruit?" Bronx replied in a surprised tone. He remembered that his first impressions of the young Ensign were anything but impressive. "I would have thought he would have frozen at the first sight of battle."

Captain Grisla remembered Jenkins, Dyer, Frankins, Tomkins, O’reilly, Argosky, Devins, Hopkins, and Barrymore, all laying dead in the Trench because Alan Yang had failed to fire his weapon when the first wave of Demon Frogs advanced. She gritted her teeth and held her anger in check.

"When I needed him most, he performed his Duty. Alan Yang saved my life. I wouldn't be standing here in front of you if not for him. And he died fighting valiantly. Alan killed a total of ten Demon Frogs before he finally went down. I couldn't be more proud of him."

Bronx listened intently and nodded. "Very well, Captain. I will enter a Commendation for Alan Yang at my first opportunity."

Captain Grisla thought of Alan Yang lying dead at her feet, his neck broken from strangulation and both of his arms pulled out of their sockets. A ghastly death mask was forever etched onto his young face.

"THERE'S A HERO IN ALL OF US, BRONX. SOMETIMES...IT JUST NEEDS THE RIGHT ENCOURAGEMENT TO REVEAL ITSELF."

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, August 30, 2024 - 02:08 am: Edit

Uploaded the (GR1.1) Prometheus Heavy Cruiser SSD for Gargantua to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

This SSD is already crammed full of information and it doesn't even include the additional Genesis Informational Box since it was created back in 2016. Nor does it include Designer Notes (although the Gargantua Short Summary provides some insight into the galaxy).

Future SSDs for Gargantua will have to be reduced in size in order to allow them to fit on a page.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Saturday, August 31, 2024 - 03:05 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Heirs to Fate Stardate 10.07.22 in the X-Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


HEIRS TO FATE
STARDATE 10.07.22
X-SECTOR


Doctor Melia brought the last of the food plates to the table. Her once blonde hair with red streaks was now light grey with white streaks. Her beige skin now displayed wrinkles, hanging low in places that used to be skin tight. Her beautiful deep blue eyes remained, but they bore the heavy weight of experience, tragedy, and time...lifelong companions whether she wanted them or not.

"Mother, please," Ichalord said in a compassionate but worried voice. "You don't need to wait on us. We are all adults now. You should be sitting at the table resting." Ichalord was a handsome young man with blonde hair with orange streaks. He was fit and strong, physically in his prime.

"Ichalord is correct, Mom," Ichabeth stated in full agreement with Ichalord. "Please sit down already." Ichabeth was the second oldest, right behind Ichalord. She was a picture of her mother, with beige skin, deep blue eyes, and blonde hair with red streaks.

"Would the two of you please stop," Ichabelle blurted out, clearly annoyed. "It is rare enough that each of us gets to visit Mother, and even rarer that all of us can be gathered here at the same time. Now, can't we just enjoy our time together?" Ichabelle was a stunning sight, much different from her sister, Ichabeth, or her mother. Her skin was bone white like her father, her hair was jet black with blue streaks, and her eyes were deep green.

Ichadred, the youngest, sat silent and unmoving, as usual. He watched the interaction between his mother and his siblings like a tiger studying his prey. His skin was jet black, his hair white with crimson streaks, and his eyes were blood red.

Doctor Melia sat down at the head of the table. She let out a soft sigh. Melia took a moment to look at each of her children. Inwardly, she said a prayer of thankfullness that they were all present and in good health. She smiled softly.

After everyone had started eating, Ichalord felt compelled to bring up a subject that was rarely spoken about.

"Mother, why isn't Father here? Where is he? Father is gone for such long periods of time that we never see him, and when we do, he just stares at us coldly...like some kind of wraith."

Doctor Melia looked down with sadness. A moment passed before she spoke to everyone.

"I know you all miss your Father. I do as well. You have all heard this explanation many times before, but I will say it again. I wish I had more to offer you."

"Your Father's confrontation with the...Final Enemy...took a heavy toll on him. He barely survived. He was scarred, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. It took all of his being to defeat the Final Enemy once and for all. So what...remains...of your Father is just a Shadow of the man he used to be."

"But why did Father bring you to this point in time to raise us?" Ichabeth asked out of curiosity. "Why here? There are countless other choices he could have made."

Doctor Melia smiled at her eldest daughter. "I'm not completely sure, Ichabeth. I know he wanted you to be safe. I know he wanted you to prosper, to have a bright future. And I know there was something about the technology of this X-Sector, something about what was coming in the future...each of you is going to be desperately needed. That is why you are each the Captain of a powerful, state of the art Command Cruiser."

Ichalord, Ichabeth, and Ichabelle exchanged worried glances with one another. They had heard this information before, many times since they were young, but there was still something spine tingling about it. They each felt unsettled.

"Have any of you considered that the Final Enemy may have been right?"

There were gasps at the table. Doctor Melia looked at Ichadred with concern.

"My Son, why would you say such a thing? You know that the Final Enemy was Pure Evil. Your Father sacrificed everything to defeat him. There is absolutely no way that the Final Enemy was justified in his thoughts or his actions."

"So you say," Ichadred retorted in a rebellious and sinister tone. "Perhaps he was just misunderstood. Maybe he was terribly wronged in the past and he simply wanted revenge. Who knows? All I am suggesting is that, for years ever since we were young, we have heard only this one biased perspective from Mother. Would it hurt if we did our own research into what really happened? If we discovered who and what the Final Enemy truly was? It we uncovered...the Truth?"

"Be careful, my Brother," Ichalord warned Ichadred. His light orange eyes locked with Ichadred's blood red eyes in direct confrontation. "If you play with fire, you will get burned."

Ichadred's blood red eyes bore into Ichalord's soul, like a parasite taking over a host.

"FIRE CANNOT HURT YOU IF YOU ARE ALREADY BURNING."

By Stewart Frazier (Frazikar3) on Saturday, August 31, 2024 - 06:56 pm: Edit

Hmmmm, sounds like the hunter becoming that which he hunts for some reason …

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Saturday, August 31, 2024 - 08:14 pm: Edit

Or the Seeker becoming that which he Seeks.

When you stare into the Abyss...

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Saturday, August 31, 2024 - 08:19 pm: Edit

Uploaded the (MR2.1) Hispania Heavy Cruiser SSD for Mitosis to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

Double checked to make sure the ship had 12 Warp (Not 16), which with 1/2 Move Cost would yield Speed 24. This is what all starting Mitosis ships should have.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Sunday, September 01, 2024 - 03:13 pm: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Old Guard Stardate 02.09.22 in Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


THE OLD GUARD
STARDATE 02.09.22
SECTOR 50


The Old Guard circled around the wounded Babylon Battlecruiser like a Gladiator circling an injured opponent in the Arena.

"Mr. Bacchia, Heading 348 Mark 10. Keep our Third Shield to the other Battlecruiser, but do not give them our Fourth Shield."

"Yes, Captain. Coming Around."

The Old Guard tilted like a bald eagle soaring high in the sky with its wings spread. But its prey turned as well.

"Captain Severick!" Garrett Catharnaigh exclaimed. "They're matching ah'r turn tah protect their down shield!"

"Stay with them. We'll catch them because their Warp Drive has been damaged. Remain calm everyone."

Captain Severick pushed a button to activate the Intercom to Engineering. "Mr. Freeman. Increase our Warp Speed. We need a boost to reach the proper firing position."

"Ja, Captain," the German Engineer responded. "Ze engines are running hot, but I think I can get a little more out of zem."

"I expect no less," Captain Severick replied sternly. "Did you make the preparations I ordered, Mr. Freeman?"

"Ja, Captain. All iz ready. Reserve Power iz standing by."

"On my command and no sooner," Captain Severick said as he shut off the intercom.

The battle-hardened Europa Captain stared at the View Screen, noting the position of both Babylon Battlecruisers. His eyes squinted with grim determination. Both of Captain Severick's sleeves were rolled up, revealing the two tattoos on his forearms. On his right forearm was a tattoo of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. On his left forearm was the Twilight Tattoo. Underneath his shirt, tattooed across his chest, were the words "Noli Me Tangere," which meant "Touch Me Not."

The engagement with the two Babylon Battlecruisers started off well enough. The Old Guard immediately ended up in an advantageous position. Both Babylon Battlecruisers were unaware of the Refit the Old Guard received six months ago. Apparently, their information networks had failed them. The 360 Degree Defensive Phaser was removed and replaced with one of Europa's new Drone Racks. This allowed the Old Guard to launch a surprise Scatterpack as the two Babylon Battlecruisers closed in. Caught completely off guard, the targeted Battlecruiser tried desperately to shoot down the incoming Drones before they struck. They were only partially successful. The remaining Drones slammed into the Battlecruiser, knocking down one of their Shields and scoring internals which damaged their Warp Drive.

Now, the Old Guard was in a race to capitalize on the vulnerability.

The Old Guard shook from Phaser Fire. Her Shields stood firm against the assault.

"Third Shield down to seventy percent," Mister Iblis, the Science Officer, reported. Two horns protruded from his short, neatly cut hair. A pointed goatee hung down from his angular face.

"Return fire, Captain?" the Tactical Officer asked loudly.

"Negative, Mr. Schuler. Reserve our Phasers for a concentrated strike against our current target. Hold the Overloaded Photons until we reach our position."

"Yes, Captain Severick," William Schuler replied. His hands stood ready on his console, quivering with anticipation of the coming command.

The wounded Babylon Battlecruiser could not win the circling race. Finally, it gave up its Down Shield.

"Now, Mr. Shuler. Fire All Phasers and Overloaded Photon Torpedoes at the First Babylon Battlecruiser!!"

Red beams of light combined with two bolts of glowing white energy. They dug deep into the Battlecruiser's hull, ravaging its systems, weapons, and engines. After several explosions, the Battlecruiser's lights went dark. It floated silently through space like a dead whale at sea.

"Captain!" Descry Brookside reported from a nearby station. "The second Babylon Battlecruiser is on an oblique attack course. She's at thirty thousand kilometers and closing! Her Disruptor Bolts are Overloaded!"

"Take the hit on our Fifth Shield!" Captain Severick instructed. His bulging eyes stared at the Babylon Battlecruiser that was large on the View Screen. "All Crew, brace for impact!!"

The second Babylon Battlecruiser unleashed its Overloaded Disruptor Bolts at close range, collapsing the Old Guard's Fifth Shield. To the Battlecruiser's surprise, the Old Guard absorbed the blow quite well due to the amount of extra Armor it had built up from years and years of battle damage. Having already spent its Phasers, the Babylon Battlecruiser had no other weapons to fire through the Old Guard's Down Shield.

Suddenly, the Old Guard spun around like an agile dancer on ice skates. Its fresh Forward Shield was now directly facing the second Babylon Battlecruiser. Once its High Energy Turn was completed, the Old Guard attached a Tractor Beam onto the Babylon Battlecruiser. The Battlecruiser tried desperately to get away.

"Captain, they are trying to break our Tractor Beam," Mr. Diabolos reported while staring into a binocular device attached to his Science Station.

Captain Severick quickly communicated with Engineering. "Mr. Freeman, Reserve Power to the Tractor Beam. Do not let them break free. Launch the Suicide Shuttle and one Drone. Well done with the High Energy Turn."

A Shuttle and a Drone flew out of the Old Guard. Desperately, the Babylon Battlecruiser tried to escape, but it was caught like a fly in a web. It had no more weapons to fire at the incoming Seeking Weapons.

The Drone knocked down the Battlecruiser's Shield while the Suicide Shuttle seriously damaged the Battlecruiser, reducing it to only a minor threat. The Old Guard dropped its Tractor Beam.

Captain Severick turned to his Communications Officer. "Mr. Symski. Open a channel to the Babylon Battlecruiser. Audio only."

"This is the Europa vessel Old Guard. We both know this fight is over. Our Overloaded Photon Torpedoes and Phasers will completely destroy your vessel. But I have no wish to extinguish your lives. Signal your Surrender now, and I will transport your remaining crew over to the Old Guard. They will be treated well and delivered to a Babylon Base where you can live to fight another day. Your damaged Battlecruiser, however, is now the property of Europa."

YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO DECIDE. LIVE OR DIE...IT'S YOUR CHOICE.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Sunday, September 01, 2024 - 08:14 pm: Edit

Uploaded a Scenario for (GSM1.0) The Eater of Worlds (The Creature that Ate Petrickon IV) in Project-X to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Monday, September 02, 2024 - 04:06 am: Edit

KINDLING
STARDATE 09.02.24
OMEGA REGENESIS
Link to previous Kindling entries

The assembled Bridge Crew of the Kindling, which was made up of Captain Hafnyr, Vesper, Husk, Gwen, Pandora, and Sir Tristan, sat down at the long dinner table that had been prepared for them. They were aboard the Ruppeli Light Cruiser Aegypius. As a way of thanking the Kindling for saving their lives from the Ramoreen, the Captain of the Aegypius, Captain Gyps, invited everyone to come aboard for a specially prepared feast. Captain Hafnyr was hesitant to accept, due to the time sensitive nature of their mission and collecting resources needed for the Subspace Regenerator, but Vesper convinced him that it was a rare opportunity for a break which the crew needed, especially right after their hard fought battle with the Ramoreen.

Sitting next to Captain Gyps was his First Officer, Torgos. While Captain Gyps was an elderly man, frail and slow to move, Torgos was well built, quick to react, and very fit. Like all Ruppeli, Captain Gyps and Torgos were Humanoid Vultures.

They appeared to be in some kind of Cargo Bay which was hastily converted into a Dining Chamber for the Aegypius' special guests. Six large Humanoid Hornets wearing different uniforms and carrying Phaser Rifles stood guard at the doors and around the dining table, a precaution taken by Captain Hafnyr just to be safe. There was all manner of food and drink on the table, including meals synthesized and cooked from animals, plants, insects, fruits, and vegetables. Captain Hafnyr sent over notes to the Aegypius before the dinner, detailing the unique and exotic appetites of his multi species Bridge Crew.

Vesper, the albino humanoid bat, was the first to reach down and grab a large, cooked cockroach. She held it in front of her mouth, taking small bites out of it and savoring the taste. She let a low moan of approval as she ate.

Torgos looked at Gwen, the Kindling's black haired Communications Officer, and for a moment saw her hazel eyes flash yellow. He also thought he heard a low growl at the same time. Gwen smiled at the muscular Vulture Officer as she grabbed a pear and took a bite out of it.

Captain Hafnyr, due to the unusual nutritional requirements of his plant like form, refrained from eating anything from the table. However, he gazed at his Crew enjoying themselves and it pleased him greatly that they were happy.

"Again, we thank you for saving us from the Ramoreen," Captain Gyps said in a strained, elderly voice. "I know that you put your entire crew at risk to do so and that lives were lost in the process. We are eternally grateful. If not for your selfless actions, we would certainly have been destroyed, enslaved, or worse."

Captain Hafnyr smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. He then grabbed a nearby glass of water and took a drink. "It was the right thing to do, Captain Gyps. Though we did not know you, we could not stand by, hiding safely in the Waterfalls of Nereid, while your ship was attacked by the Ramoreen. I cannot speak for all of the Scions of Scon, but I can personally say that saving you was something that had to be done."

Vesper nodded in support of his decision as she continued to consume the cooked cockroaches.

Captain Gyps smiled and took a sip of some red colored wine. He tore off a piece of raw meat from a carcass entree and placed it in his beak. "This is the first time I or my people have ever encountered a Scions of Scon starship in this area. It is not a well traveled route due to all of the Subspace Chasms, Rifts, and Tears. If I may ask, Captain, what is the Kindling doing here?"

"It's...classified," Captain Hafnyr replied, regretting he could not share more with the Ruppeli Captain. To do so would put their mission at risk, for Captain Gyps might spread the information, either voluntarily or involuntarily. "I'm sorry, Captain Gyps. I wish I could tell you more."

"I understand. Please don't think twice about it. Forget I even asked. This is a cause for celebration, not an interrogation!" The old Vulture Captain let out a strange series of screeches which was his way of laughing. Afterward, he motioned with one arm wing that had lost half of its grey feathers.

"As a token of our gratitude, I have a gift for you, Captain Hafnyr! It is something we found in our travels as we searched derelict ships and stations. I wish we could use it, but my engineer says it is impossible due to being incompatible with our technology. It is a rare weapon. We translated the strange markings on it. Sniper Phaser was the result."

Captain Hafnyr looked at Vesper and Husk, who immediately stopped eating and looked intrigued. Half of a cooked grasshopper was still sticking out of Husk's fanged jaws. He quickly finished it so he could speak.

"A Sniper Phaser?" the eight foot tall, humanoid Wolf Spider asked curiously. "I wonder what its range is. And damage output. Energy requirements? Could the weapon be installed on the Kindling? Is it compatible with our Phaser Capacitor?" Questions were flying through the Tactical Officer's mind all at once.

"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," Captain Hafnyr said to Husk in a calming voice. The four foot plant being was not especially keen on installing foreign technology on his ship, particularly something that might cause technical malfunctions later. But the potential advantage of a new weapon which might save lives was irresistible. "For now, let's just enjoy the dinner and the hospitality of our hosts."

Captain Hafnyr smiled at Captain Gyps, who smiled back. The old Vulture Captain added, "You are more than welcome to this gift from us, Captain Hafnyr." The Ruppeli Captain paused. "I know that you have already done more for us than we could ever repay, but I have a favor to ask of you."

Torgos looked like he wanted to interrupt and say something, perhaps in objection. But he held his tongue in his beak.

A female humanoid Vulture entered the Dining Chamber, slowly walked over to the Table, and then sat down. She was dressed in colorful, long clothing and wore sparkling jewelry. She looked at everyone present and smiled at Captain Hafnyr. It was clear she was much younger than either Captain Gyps or Torgos.

"This is my daughter, Roopa. The Aegypius no longer satisfies her lust for life. She longs to see the stars and places we cannot take her. She wants to witness battles, bravery, and heroes. She yearns to experience the fullness of life."

"I WANT YOU TO TAKE ROOPA WITH YOU, CAPTAIN HAFNYR."

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, September 04, 2024 - 12:47 am: Edit

Uploaded the (PXR1.1) Republic First Cruiser SSD for Project-X to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, September 04, 2024 - 12:53 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Merlin Stardate 07.01.21 Supplemental in the Prime Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


MERLIN
STARDATE 07.01.21 SUPPLEMENTAL
PRIME SECTOR


“The Stumgeschutz has launched a Scatterpack!!”

Captain Elizabeth’s blue eyes widened. Six Drones were now homing in on the Merlin. Without thinking, she barked out a command.

“Launch the Wild Weasel!”

A Shuttle flew out of the Merlin, transmitting signals to fool incoming seeking weapons into believing that she was the Merlin herself. Instantly, the Six Drones locked onto the Wild Weasel. Because of the Wild Weasel, Merlin inched along at a snail’s pace and lost Active Fire Control. However, she did gain a temporary boost in Electronic Counter Measures.

The battle with the Stumgeschutz had gone better than Captain Elizabeth had anticipated. For a good portion of the fight, the Merlin chased the Stumgeschutz about as it danced just out of range. Merlin was pounded repeatedly by Disruptor Bolts, Quantum Phasers, and Plasma Torpedoes. Merlin returned fire with Phasers and Ultra Warp Missiles, but the damage to the Stumgeschutz was minimal. Then the Stumgeschutz made a fatal error.

On one of her battle runs, the Stumgeschutz got too close to Merlin, well within Overload Range. Captain Elizabeth quickly took advantage of the error. Three Overloaded Photons flew out of the Merlin, two of which hit the Stumgeschutz. Her facing shield collapsed. Phasers from the Merlin followed, ravaging the Stumgeschutz’s interior. Merlin clearly had the upper hand now.

Then the Stumgeschutz launched a Scatterpack.

This was the moment that Delphi warned me about, Captain Elizabeth thought. But our Wild Weasel seems to have neatly countered the assault. Once we get back up to speed, we’ll be able to…
“Captain!” Fafnir yelled out. The small Draconic Helmsman was pumping with adrenaline. “The Stumgeschutz is moving off. I’ve programmed a pursuit course, but we’re stuck at this slow speed!”

The Stumgeschutz was able to make it a good distance away before Merlin was finally able to charge after her.

Then the Stumgeschutz began to distort and vibrate on the View Screen. Merlin fired a few shots from afar, but missed completely.

“She’s activated her Distortion Field!” Morgause reported while staring at her terminal display.

“Relax, everyone,” Captain Elizabeth ordered in a calm voice. “We still have the upper hand. They are damaged. Their Distortion Field cannot be maintained. In a moment, we will overtake the Stumgeschutz.”

Suddenly, a Strange Cloud pulsating with energy grew larger and larger on the View Screen. The Stumgeschutz was heading straight for it.

“Una?” Captain Elizabeth asked as she turned her head toward her Science Officer.

“The Sexton Cloud, Captain,” the beautiful Fair Folk replied. Her pointed ears stuck out as she stared into the binocular device attached to her station. “Our sensors cannot penetrate it. We will be blind if we go into it. Based on our current distance and speed, the Stumgeschutz will make it there before we can catch her. I highly recommend that we back off and wait for reinforcements. Our task was to protect Outpost Colchester and we have done precisely that.”

Morgause was quick to interject. The Guardian Knight had her own reasons for hating the Death Cult.

“Elizabeth, we won’t get this chance again. How many times have we encountered the Stumgeschutz, only to have her run away to antagonize us again in the future? We can finally end her career permanently. Imagine the effect it will have on the Death Cult Fleet to lose one of her Battlecruisers!”

Captain Elizabeth turned to her First Officer who was sitting beside her. The humanoid Vampire Squid had been silent for a long while as he carefully monitored the conflict in real time.

“Lovecraft? Your suggestion?”

“We would be foolish to go in there after them. But our Tactical Officer is correct. We may never get this opportunity again. Remember, we are not without our own damage. Our shields have been greatly weakened by the conflict, even if they have not been penetrated. I defer to your judgment, Captain, as always.”

Captain Elizabeth carefully weighed the long term benefits of the Stumgeschutz’s destruction with the short term benefit of regrouping at Outpost Colchester. Of course, there were risks. There always were. But sometimes you have to take the risk in order to reap the reward.

“Ahead full speed, Fafnir.”

The Stumgeschutz disappeared into the Sexton Cloud. Energy lightning crackled to herald its entrance. Merlin raced after her. She would be there in seconds.

Without warning, two starships emerged from the Sexton Cloud to confront the Merlin. They were two fresh Death Cult Battlecruisers, the Breithaupt and the Fiehler. The Stumgeschutz hid behind them, a safe distance away. Captain Elizabeth could almost hear the Stumgeschutz laughing that she fell for her trap.

That’s the problem with gambling, Captain Elizabeth thought as her face turned grim.

SOMETIMES YOU LOSE.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Thursday, September 05, 2024 - 02:36 am: Edit

Uploaded the (LBR1.1) Espana Heavy Cruiser SSD for Line of Battle to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

The original name for this New Galaxy was Poseidon's Line of Battle. For this reason, the original Reference Number was (PLB 1.1).

The Poseidon part has since been dropped, leaving only Line of Battle. So the new Reference Number is (LBR 1.1).

I have updated the SSD and the R-Section Description.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Thursday, September 05, 2024 - 02:43 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Heirs to Fate - Shepherd Stardate 10.12.22 in the X-Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


HEIRS TO FATE - SHEPHERD
STARDATE 10.12.22
X-SECTOR


Ichalord sat brooding in his Ready Room. Both of his hands were clasped together, fingers intertwined with one another. Little did he know that he was a picture of his Father, who did the very same thing for countless hours of his own. Ichalord stared with his light orange eyes at a family picture of himself, Ichabeth, Ichabelle, and Ichadred. They were all very young.

The front door slid open, allowing a person to enter. It was Ichalord's First Officer, his Number One.

Pree was a beautiful young woman. Her long silver hair constantly shimmered as if alive. A single, long horn with spiral grooves extended out of her forehead. The tip of the horn glowed bright. Pree examined Ichalord with her rainbow colored eyes.

"Captain, am I disturbing you?" Pree said in a soft voice. "You seem...preoccupied. Is something the matter?"

Ichalord glanced up at Pree and then returned his gaze to the family photo. He sighed. "Of course not, Pree. You are always welcome, my First Officer. Please come in. I was just thinking about...family."

Pree was aware that Ichalord had just taken some time away from the Shepherd to visit his Mother and his Siblings. The outcome always seemed the same. "Ichadred again?"

Ichalord looked up at Pree. His orange eyes locked with her rainbow eyes. "Ah...you know me too well, Pree. Yes, Ichadred again. Ever since he was young, Ichadred was always rebellious, defiant, and non-traditional. But those traits let him think outside the box. I always thought that joining the Protectorate would help him to funnel that talent toward positive ends. But lately...he seems worse. Like he is not himself, like there is a dark hatred brewing inside of him, like he has taken a...darker path."

Pree looked at Ichalord sympathetically. She cared for her Captain very much. "It is common for Siblings to quarrel. You won't always see eye to eye on certain issues. That is just life. Sometimes, the best we can do is be there to offer love, support, guidance, and advice. People need to be free to make their own decisions in life. We cannot control them so much that we make the decisions for them."

"And if those decisions lead them down a wicked road? What then?"

Pree went quiet. "Captain, do you mean that Ichadred might become...an Enemy?"

Ichalord looked at his family photo once more. His gaze intensified. "Yes. I fear the worst may come to pass. The writing is on the wall. Ichadred could become a threat to everything I hold dear. He may become the very thing that my Father struggled his whole life to destroy."

Ichalord paused. He thought of his Mother, his Father, his Sisters, all of the people he has grown to care for, and the Protectorate and all it represented. His hand clenched into a fist.

"I promise you, Pree, I won't allow Ichadred to destroy everything that is good in life."

"I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO STOP ICHADRED...NO MATTER WHAT THE COST."

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 06, 2024 - 12:51 am: Edit

Uploaded the (50R2.1) Babylon P3A Battlecruiser SSD in Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 06, 2024 - 12:55 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Columbiad Stardate 04.11.21 in the Pre-History Years to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


COLUMBIAD
STARDATE 04.11.21
PRE-HISTORY YEARS


Having just transported aboard the Columbiad, Walker Wallabig and Mea’ai Funefe’ai walked along the metal corridors heading to their quarters. They each carried luggage and suitcases containing their personal effects.

Walker was a young, handsome man from Australia with blonde hair and a muscular body. A yellow mustache sat above his mouth like a caterpillar. Mea’ai was a large Samoan with an oversized belly. He towered over Walker, not just in height, but also in width.

“We’re finally here, Mate!” Walker exclaimed with joy. He walked with confidence beside Mea’ai. Walker was smiling widely. “I can’t wait tah get tah know the women oin this ship!”

“I too am glad to be here,” Mea’ai replied in a soft tone. The large man was thinking of his ingredients and what he was going to prepare for tonight. “It’s going to be a real challenge feeding this entire ship.”

“How can yah think aboit food with all thah pretty ladies aboard?” Walker joked as he patted Mea’ai on the back.

“It’s my Duty as Chef of the Columbiad,” Mea’ai said with a smile. “Your Nutrition is, literally, my Responsibility.”

“Ah can’t thoink o food with mah loins burstin for activity, if yah know what ah mean!” Walker stated as if he was a slave to his passions. “Did yah see the Art Officer in thah Briefings? Be still mah Heart! An what bout thah Counselor? Ah bit cold, but exoitically beautiful. Thah Zoology Officer was stunnin too. An that’s not oiven mentionin thah four Crewmen ah saw who caught mah oiye!”

Mea’ai seemed unconcerned with his friend’s preoccupation with women. “I suggest you curb your romantic tendencies for awhile. At least until we get into deep space. We have a job to do. Mine is to Cook. And yours is to Navigate.”

“Ah know, ah know,” Walker blurted out clearly annoyed. However, his eyes lit up when a pretty crewman passed by him in the hallway. He tilted his head, smiled, and said, “G’Day.” The crewman smiled back, but said nothing.

Walker and Mea’ai came to a stop at a junction. Mea’ai looked left while Walker stared straight ahead.

“This is where we part,” Mea’ai said in a relaxed tone. “The Galley is this way. I’m eager to see it. You go on to your room. I’ll see you in the Galley for Dinner tonight.”

“Alrighty, Mate,” Walker agreed. “Hey, what do yah think oi thah Robot they brought oin board? It’s supposed tah help us with our mission. Thah thing can outdo anythin ah Human can do, but it’s ah bit slow wid human behavior. Supposed tah be learnin as it goes, though.”

Mea’ai shook his head. “I prefer organic things, like fruits and vegetables. And Robots don’t eat. But it’s not my decision to make. If Terra Command believes the Robot is necessary, then it must be.”

“You’re right, Mate,” Walker confirmed. “Who cares bout some Robot when there ah all thoise beautiful women oin board??”

Walker let out a laugh and began to walk straight ahead. Mea’ai prepared to head left toward the Galley. But then Walker called out one last time.

“Oh, an Mate?” Walker yelled as he winked with one eye.

“DOIN’T DO ANYTHIN AH WOULDN’T DO!”