Uploaded the (PMR6.1) Fair Folk Heavy Cruiser SSD in the Prime Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, September 24, 2024 - 03:49 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Black Wolf Stardate 11.13.22 in the Yesterday Galaxy to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


BLACK WOLF
STARDATE 11.13.22
YESTERDAY GALAXY


Mother Bethany entered the chambers that she shared with Captain Lupinus. She was tired from her work shift. Captain Lupinus and Mother Bethany would regularly trade off running the Bridge, allowing for the other to get some rest. Mother Bethany removed the white hood that covered her head. Her long red hair fell free, draping over her shoulders and upper back.

She immediately smelled the scents of freshly cooked food.

Talbot smiled at his First Officer. A table was prepared for Mother Bethany with plates, wine, napkins, bowls, appetizers, dessert, and entrees. Everything was freshly prepared. Captain Lupinus pulled out a seat for Mother Bethany, beckoning her to sit. She kissed her true love and sat down.

"I knew you would be hungry," Talbot said as he took his seat. His black goatee was neatly trimmed. Long black hair stopped at his shoulders. Talbot's solid black eyes met Mother Bethany's blue eyes. "I prepared your favorite dishes along with your favorite wine. I know, we could have replicated everything, but you know it tastes much better when its freshly prepared."

Mother Bethany looked at Captain Lupinus with love in her eyes. She tried some of the food and smiled. It was delicious. "You are so good to me, my love. I am so blessed to have you by my side. Sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve someone like you."

"Oh hush," Talbot replied as he stuffed one of the appetizers into his mouth. His fangs were evident, but much smaller than when he undergoes his wolfen transformation. "It is I who does not deserve you. So tell me, Beth, how are things on the Bridge?"

Bethany sipped some wine before answering. "Going as well as can be expected. The Black Wolf is still enroute to rendezvous with the Commonwealth Fleet New Dawn. Our ETA is three days, four hours from now. The crew is still shaken up from our last encounter with INDOMITUS."

Captain Lupinus snarled. "As well they should be. Out of our entire fleet, only the Black Wolf survived that engagement. We lost everyone to that Mechanical Monstrosity. They will be mourned, but not forgotten. We will avenge their loss...I swear it!"

Talbot's fierce words triggered something within Bethany. She gave her love a passionate look that he knew all too well. She pushed some of the food off the table, sending it crashing onto the floor. Then she climbed over the table toward Captain Lupinus. Talbot's jaw dropped open.

"I seem to have lost my appetite for food," Mother Bethany said in a sultry voice. "Instead, it's your flesh I crave, my love."

Talbot was shocked by Bethany's behavior. He had accepted that her personality had changed since he entered this different, altered future of the Yesterday Galaxy, but he never expected anything like this. Talbot had long sensed something dark buried within his love, something that wasn't there in the previous timeline. Now it seems that darkness has come to the surface.

Mother Bethany removed her white robes of Vadica, revealing erotic undergarments underneath. She savagely ripped off Talbot's shirt and began to lick all over his chest.

Talbot felt the Wolf within him beginning to emerge. He struggled to hold onto his rational mind, to hold the Beast back. However, he could not stop the uncontrollable growling that rumbled out of his mouth. The fangs inside his mouth began to slowly lengthen.

"Beth...please...we are...supposed to be...enjoying...dinner!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing..." Mother Bethany answered in a wicked tone. She tore open Talbot's pants. The First Officer's head kissed and licked lower and lower down Talbot's body.

Black hair began to grow on Talbot's arms, head, chest, and legs. Sharp claws extended from his fingertips. His eyes turned from black to yellow.

"My love! Stop! I am starting to transform!! In my wolfen form, I might hurt you!!!"

Bethany glanced up at her Captain for a moment. She had an evil look in her eyes.

"Then hurt me, my love. Go ahead and transform into a beast. Don't try to hold it back. I am tired of constantly maintaining control. We both need to release what lies within us...without shame, without judgement. This is who we really are. Only you and I will know. We will try new things...explore new positions...reach heights of passion that we have never known before! Besides..."

Mother Bethany mounted on top of the helpless Talbot. Her sharp nails raked across his chest, drawing blood.

"I LIKE MY MEN HAIRY."

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, September 24, 2024 - 09:43 pm: Edit

Jeff Anderson contacted me regarding an excellent observation of the Fair Folk Heavy Cruiser SSD. He pointed out that since Sonic Pulsers rely on Batteries to be armed, the Fair Folk CA only had 3 Batteries to arm them with.

The Rule in question is:

(OE25.22) SOURCE: The energy used to arm a sonic pulser can come from any available source of reserve power. SPs can also draw energy from phaser capacitors (assuming the ship they are on has phaser capacitors) if needed, although the size of the phaser capacitor is not increased by the presence of SP boxes on the ship.

This was my response:

The solution is simple (thankfully). The Fair Folk do use "Phaser" Capacitors (which are actually Sonic Capacitors), developed specifically to solve this issue with arming the Sonic Pulsers. Each Sonic Pulser counts as a PH-1 when calculating the max capacity in the Sonic Capacitor. It actually makes sense the Fair Folk would develop such a device to power their Sonic Pulsers.

Here is the Updated Fair Folk Heavy Cruiser SSD.

Thanks again Jeff! I really appreciate your attention to detail.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, September 24, 2024 - 10:06 pm: Edit

Uploaded the Regime FZ4 Battlecruiser SSD for Project-X to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


Ever unhappy with the original outline for this ship, I designed a new outline for it. The weapons, systems, shields, and tables all remain the same.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, September 24, 2024 - 10:10 pm: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Heirs of Fate - Great Owl Stardate 10.19.22 in the X-Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


HEIRS TO FATE - GREAT OWL
STARDATE 10.19.22
X-SECTOR


Ichabelle and her team materialized in one of the corridors of the Freighter, Sextia. Alongside Captain Ichabelle was her First Officer, her Chief Engineer, and a dozen Security Officers. After receiving a disheartening distress call, the Great Owl rushed to the aid of the Sextia. They may have arrived too late.

Littered throughout the corridor were the dead bodies of Sextia's personnel. Some had been clawed, some had been bitten, some had been stabbed, and some had been hit by Phaser fire. Only the Captain clung to life...just barely.

Captain Ichabelle knelt beside the fallen Captain. It was immediately clear that his injuries were fatal. Ichabelle's deep green eyes stared into his eyes, trying to provide some comfort before he passed through Death's Gate.

"Captain Eitzor! Can you hear me? It's Captain Ichabelle and the Great Owl. We have arrived to save you! Please...before you let go completely...tell me what happened aboard the Sextia."

Captain Eitzor squeezed Ichabelle's hand as tightly as he could. Blood trickled out of his mouth as he spoke. "A Demon...there is a ...Devil aboard...my ship. It kills...it deceives...it torments...it is Pure Evil!"

Ichabelle briefly glanced up her at First Officer and Chief Engineer. The Monstrous, Cybernetic Minotaur gripped his high-tech Battleaxe with both hands. He had a look of stone. Next to him, a three foot tall Leprechaun with red hair and a red beard rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"A...Demon?" Ichabelle asked Captain Eitzor in an uncertain voice. "Surely you must be mistaken, Captain Eitzor. Are you speaking figuratively? You cannot mean an actual Demon. What are we facing here, Captain Eitzor? Tell me so that my men and I can retake the Sextia!"

Captain Eitzor struggled to speak. He knew these were the last words he would be able to utter. "Yes...a Demon. We didn't even know...it was aboard. It can...shapeshift...become...anyone...anything! Sensors...cannot...track it. Leave now...Captain Ichabelle...abandon the Sextia...Save Yourself...while you...still can...blow up...the Sextia...from afar. LEAVE....NOW!!!"

Captain Eitzor's bulging eyes froze in place. He breathed no more. His head slumped back down onto the floor.

Ichabelle quickly stood up. A look of great concern was on her bone white face. Her jet black hair with blue streaks was braided tightly. On her back, she carried a long metallic Spear which glowed with alternating red colors.

"Taurus? Recommendation?"

The Giant Minotaur who walked on two hooves looked at Ichabelle with a cybernetic lens hanging over one eye. The First Officer was quiet for moment. He was a practical creature, who didn't believe in fairy tales, but who was smart enough to know that there were things in the universe that he didn't comprehend.

"Captain Eitzor's last words are of great concern. We don't fully know what we are dealing with here. We cannot lose a single life aboard this freighter. Recommend we return to the Great Owl, run further scans, and come up with a new strategy after more study. We need to be cautious."

Captain Ichabelle nodded and looked down at her Chief Engineer. O'Bilton looked up at her with a mischievous grin. A green outfit covered his body and a green top hat sat on his head.

"Captain, are ya really believin' this Demon nonsense? Come now! We ahr Protectorate Officers on a Rescue Mission! We cannah just abandon the freightah and blow it ta pieces! What kinda officers would we be? What would ya say ta Protectorate Command 'bout your decision? We must secure the Sextia...NOW!"

Ichabelle took a moment to think to herself. Prudence and Assertiveness. That's why I value both of their viewpoints. They are both right in a way. But the final decision is mine. Lives are riding on me.

"Taurus, have our twelve Security Officers search the Sextia. Two man teams, I want no one on their own. Understood? Contact the Great Owl. Have three dozen more Security Officers on standby, ready to beam over on my command. O'Bilton, proceed to Engineering and run a diagnostic on the Sextia. She needs to be able to go to Warp if we are to get her to the nearest Starbase."

"We are going to search the Sextia, room by room until the whole ship is secure."

"LET'S TAKE THIS SHIP BACK."

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, September 25, 2024 - 11:09 pm: Edit

Uploaded the (XSR2.1) Reaper Scythe Battlecruiser Plus SSD for the X-Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, September 25, 2024 - 11:12 pm: Edit

HIPPOCAMPUS
STARDATE 09.26.24
PROJECT-X
Link to previous Hippocampus entries

Captain Mobula wrapped her black manta fins around herself like a cloak as she stood on the Bridge of the Hippocampus staring at the View Screen. Two horn-like structures rose out of her head which earned her the whispered nickname of the "Devil Captain." In truth, Captain Mobula was reserved, thoughtful, fair, prudent, and wise. From the back, she was solid black except for thin white markings that curiously formed an oval shape resembling a large eye. A thin tail dragged behind her as she walked.

The Hippocampus shook back and forth causing some members of the Bridge Crew to momentarily lose their footing. The rocking was intermittent, occurring every few minutes.

"Steady," Captain Mobula said to her Helmsman in a soft voice. "Stay the course."

"Aye, Captain. The Rose Petal Current is unusually turbulent for some reason. I'll keep her on course."

The Rose Petal Current was a major Subspace Current that led back to Republic Territory. The Hippocampus was riding the Current, boosting her speed substantially by doing so and conserving energy at the same time. Strange, red particle formations gave the Rose Petal Current her name, almost as if they were purposely lighting their way.

Captain Mobula thought of her current assignment. She has been called back in order to provide direct feedback regarding the Republic First Cruiser she commanded. Her experience and knowledge of the ship was invaluable. The Republic was in the design stage for construction of a Second Cruiser, which was rumored to improve on the First Cruiser's deficiencies in many ways. Every Captain has been recalled to provide their own unique perspective on the First Cruiser. Captain Mobula was looking forward to seeing fellow Captains she has not seen in a long time.

A Subspace Eddy trapped the Hippocampus on the first leg of their journey home. They forced their way out of it by going to maximum warp and using all of their reserve power. Still, it caused a delay in their arrival. That particular Subspace Eddy was new and uncharted. The Hippocampus made a clear note of it so that future starships can steer clear of it.

"Captain, we've entered the base of Victoria Falls. I'm heading up her now."

The Hippocampus shook violently, but this was different sort of shaking than that caused by the Rose Petal Current. It was more of a constant, slow grind. The Hippocampus' forward progress slowed to a crawl, despite running her engines hot at maximum warp.

Victoria Falls was a monstrous Subspace Waterfall that made a Starbase Siege nearly impossible. Those caught in its powerful current who were unprepared were swept away with no hope of recovering their position. Attackers intent on doing harm found themselves fighting an uphill battle at a snail's pace, making them sitting sitting targets for defensive fire.

But to Captain Mobula and her Crew, Victoria Falls was a symbol of home. Joy and excitement filled the Bridge as they enjoyed their slow ascent. Dozens of small space salmon jumped forward despite the fierce resistance. Captain Mobula smiled.

And then she came into view at the apex. Their destination where all the Republic Captains would be meeting. It was a bastion of security and safety for all who took refuge behind her walls.

Surrounded by impenetrable Dark Matter Mountains, she has never fallen to siege, despite countless attempts by the Regime.

The Key to the Republic, they called her.

STARBASE DOVER.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 27, 2024 - 02:03 am: Edit

Uploaded the (50R5.1) Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser SSD for Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


Looking at this ship two years after it was created, it may be slightly overpowered. This is because of the frequency with which it can fire and the limited number of Phasers that the Europa CA (which all ships in Sector 50 should be balanced against) possesses for defense.

Only Playtesting will discover if this is true. Probably the frequency of firing needs to be cut down from 2 to 1 (per turn).

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 27, 2024 - 02:03 am: Edit

Uploaded the (50R5.1) Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser SSD for Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


Looking at this ship two years after it was created, it may be slightly overpowered. This is because of the frequency with which it can fire and the limited number of Phasers that the Europa CA (which all ships in Sector 50 should be balanced against) possesses for defense.

Only Playtesting will discover if this is true. Probably the frequency of firing needs to be cut down from 2 to 1 (per turn).

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 27, 2024 - 02:07 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Old Guard Stardate 03.03.22 in Sector 50 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


THE OLD GUARD
STARDATE 03.03.22
SECTOR 50


Starbase Alexandria. One of the largest and most fortified Starbases in all of Europa. It was here that the Gathering of Eagles took place. A multitude of starships were docked at Alexandria, including the Old Guard.

Captain Severick floated into the Assembly Room on his Anti-Grav Wheelchair. There was a moment of hushed silence as many of the members present stared at the Old Captain. Then the conversations continued with loud talk and laughter, as many of these people had not seen each other in ages.

A large group gathered around Captain Severick. These were old friends, friends that Captain Severick grew up with, friends that he had fought side by side with in life or death situations. Because they were each spread out throughout Europa with their own individual assignments, Captain Severick had not seen many of them in years. Present was Captain Doleson, Captain Krull, Captain Deshultz, Captain Monheim, Captain Dieckhaug, Captain Noberg, Captain Aikind, Captain Richalik, Captain Karroll, Captain McDonnachie, Captain Piley, Captain Lehack, Captain Melici, Captain Gartley, Captain Mitzer, Captain Gussberger, and More. Immediately, the jokes began. They were ruthless.

"Captain Severick, care to join me in a light Run around the Starbase?"
"Lost your Sea Legs, have ya?"
"Can you give me a ride on the back of your Wheelchair?"
"Captain Severick, you look Shorter than I remember!"
"Is your Wheelchair attractive to your Dates?"
"What Sports are you playing these days?"
"Does that Wheelchair have Phasers mounted on it?"
"Do you Sleep in that thing?"
"What's your Wheelchair's Top Speed?"
"Is there a built-in Toilet in your Wheelchair?"
"Can you mount a Disco Ball atop your Wheelchair?"
"Care to play some Basketball?"
"Captain Severick, why don't they just mount Rockets on your Back for Flight?"
"Would you like to Dance, Captain Severick?

Captain Severick stared at all of his old friends with a face of stone. There was no movement, no breathing, no blinking. He may as well have been a gargoyle.

Admiral Beddiax entered the Assembly Room. Immediately, all talking ceased. Everyone stood at attention. An elderly woman, Admiral Beddiax oversaw and disciplined each and every Captain present. There was a long running joke that all dissidents were fed to her two pet crocodiles.

Quickly, Captain Severick accelerated his Anti-Grav Wheelchair to intercept the Admiral before she started speaking. She was surprised, but pleasantly so.

"Admiral! May I have a word with you before we begin? It's important."

Admiral Beddiax stared at Captain Severick fondly. "Of course, Captain. I always have time for you. Now, tell me what's on your mind."

"It's my crew, Admiral. There have been rumors circulating about what this meeting is about. Please, Admiral. They are young, inexperienced, and naive in many ways. They are not ready for this type of mission. Please, Admiral, don't put them in the Jaws of Death just yet. Give them more time to become seasoned. They are not ready."

Admiral Beddiax was quiet for a few moments as she considered Captain Severick's request. She shook her head lightly.

"I'm sorry, Captain Severick. I need every available ship for this mission, including the Old Guard and her Crew. Yes, they may die. Yes, they may not be ready. But each of them knew what they signed up for when they joined Europa. Now, it's time for them to grow up. They must learn to rise and meet the challenges set before them. Now excuse me, Captain, but we must begin."

Captain Severick floated away from Admiral Beddiax, frustrated but silent. He held his anger within.

The lights in the Assembly Room diminished. A projector activated, displaying images behind Admiral Beddiax for all to see. With a dead serious tone, she addressed everyone present.

"Well, here we are. A Gathering of Eagles. You have all heard the rumors. Yes, they are True."

The crowd of Captains began to murmur among themselves. Whispers flew back and forth on an invisible breeze.

"Babylon is currently constructing a monstrosity called the P10A Battleship. This Battleship will be larger than anything we have encountered. It will carry Heavy Disruptors with twice the destructive force of a standard Disruptor Bolt. The P10A Battleship is a threat to every living being in Europa."

Admiral Beddiax paused with a sad look on her voice. "Many Bothans Died to bring us this information."

She continued. "We cannot allow this Battleship to be completed. It must be destroyed before it comes online. We will destroy it. No matter the cost. That is why all of you are here. Europa is launching a major offensive. We know the location of the shipyard where the P10A Battleship is being built. It is heavily guarded by multiple Babylon Fleets. We are going to smash through their defenses, drive toward the shipyard, and destroy that Battleship before it is completed."

There was a dead silence in the Assembly Room. At first, there was hesitation and doubt. But soon, these feelings turned into grim determination. All of the Captains present looked at each other, agreeing that they might perish in this conflict. And if that should be their Fate, so be it.

"Gentlemen and Ladies, nothing will be able to stop our concentrated effort. Europa is the light and Babylon will fail to spread its darkness. I know that each and every one of you will do your part to make sure this critical mission succeeds."

Admiral Beddiax's gaze fell upon Captain Severick for a moment.

"Now, the details of our offensive is being passed out to each one of you. We are going to examine in detail the role that each of your individual starship will play. Pay close attention to how your role fits into the larger picture of our assault. We can afford no mistakes or misunderstandings. Bring up any questions you have for clarification. If you don't think some part of the plan will work, say so. That is why you are here today. We need your wisdom, experience, and knowledge, Captains. You are the reason why this offensive is going to be successful."

Small electronic tablets began to be distributed among the Captains in the Assembly Room. The lights from their screens lit up the darkened room like fireflies in the night.

"Oh, and one other thing, Captains. The P10A Battleship has been given a Name by Babylon."

XERXES.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, September 27, 2024 - 09:04 pm: Edit

Jeff Anderson brought up another wonderful observation about the Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser SSD: the Hyperdrone Magazine Racks do not match the Boxes and Cargo (as defined by Module C4).


The Rules in question are:

(E55.11) SSD: Each group of boxes on the SSD marked "HDRN" represents one Hyperdrone launcher and its associated magazines.

(E55.12) FIRING RATE: Each Hyperdrone launcher can fire twice during each turn, one Hyperdrone per firing, but not within eight impulses of any previous firing of that launcher.

(E55.21) MAGAZINES: Each magazine box holds six Hyperdrones.

(E55.22) CARGO: All Flivver ships have cargo storage for spare ammunition. These are 50-point cargo boxes. Each Hyperdrone takes one space point.


The Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser has 2 Hyperdrone Racks with only One Magazine (holds Six Hyperdrones before Reloading (from Cargo) is needed). Therefore, the ship itself shows 2 Hyperdrone boxes (one for each Hyperdrone Launcher) and Not Three Boxes for each Hyperdrone Launcher as the Flivver Heavy Cruiser shows. Each Hyperdrone Rack shown on the left side of the SSD shows Six boxes each to represent the Six Hyperdrones it can launch before it needs to Reload. It does Not show Three Rows of Six Hyperdrones as the Fiverr Heavy Cruiser SSD does (since that ship has Three Magazines per Hyperdrone launcher totaling Eighteen Hyperdrones).

Each Cargo box holds 50 "Spaces" of Hyperdrone Reloads. The Flivver Heavy Cruiser SSD shows Three Boxes for Cargo (which it uses to Reload its Four Hyperdones Launchers (each with Three Magazines)). The Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser has Two Cargo Boxes (each with 50 "Spaces") from which to draw its Hyperdrone Reloads.

While I was Updating the Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser SSD and making these changes, I decided to go ahead and cut down the Hyperdrone Firing Rate from 2 Hyperdrones to 1 Hyperdrone per turn. I can already see the Europa Heavy Cruiser getting overwhelmed by too many Hyperdrones during Playtesting (especially since they require six damage points each to be destroyed). At some point in future (of the Sector 50 Timeline), the Dragonflians can have a "Technological Breakthrough" and develop Hyperdrone Launchers that can fire twice per turn.

I believe this box/rack/cargo mismatch happened because I was simply cutting the Fliverr CA in half to generate the Dragonflian CA.

The Updated Dragonflian Heavy Cruiser SSD has been Uploaded to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com. I have designated it Version 2.0 to distinguish it from the prior version.

Thanks again to Jeff Anderson for pointing out these details!

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Saturday, September 28, 2024 - 03:44 am: Edit

Uploaded the (YGR2.1) Cyclopean Work Barge SSD for the Yesterday Galaxy to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


The Cyclopeans are builders, constructors, and makers. While able to defend themselves, the Cyclopeans are not focused on warfare. Cyclopeans that dream the same dream can work together to form Wonder Devices and Wonder Weapons.

The Work Barge is not a warship, but rather one of the most common production ships utilized by the Cyclopeans.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Saturday, September 28, 2024 - 03:48 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for U.S.S. Exodus Stardate 01.11.21 in Sector Zero to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


U.S.S. EXODUS
STARDATE 01.11.21
SECTOR ZERO


“HARD TO PORT!! FIRE ALL STARBOARD PHASERS!!!!”

The Exodus tilted to one side. Red streams of light shot out of its opposite side, slamming into the Incoming Ball of Plasma Energy. The Seeking Energy was nearly dissolved. What remained of it crashed into the Exodus’ Second Power Absorber.

Captain Moshe watched the View Screen without blinking. The Old Captain had his thoughts focused on singular objectives: Keep the Crew alive. Keep the Ship intact. Drive the Enemy away. Determine the Status of Colony on Gibeah. That was All that Mattered.

The Four Photon Torpedoes fired by the Exodus had devastated one of the Daemon Space Submarines. Unfortunately, the Exodus took a direct hit from a Plasma Torpedo, nearly overloading its First Power Absorber. Phasers took care of the Second Plasma Torpedo, but there was still a Third Plasma chasing them…

“Maximum Acceleration!!” Captain Moshe barked out. “Transfer Reserve Power to the Warp Engines! Engineering, I need More Speed NOW!!!”

“I’m givin ‘er All she’s got, Captain!!”

A loud rumble grew louder and louder as the Exodus raced to outrun the chasing Plasma Torpedo. The Exodus began to shake and vibrate. Crew Members held onto what parts of the ship they could for safety.

Finally, the Plasma Torpedo struck the Fourth Power Absorber causing Minimal Damage.

“Helm, bring us about to 180 mark 30. Overload the Photon Torpedoes. Recharge the Phaser Banks. Begin Damage Control on the Power Absorbers to Replenish their Capacity. Dissipate Absorbed Energy into Space. Transfer Absorbed Energy to the Batteries. Activate a Tractor Beam to drag a Nearby Rock. Transport Inert Matter into Cargo Bay Two. Use Reserve Power to bring Electronic Countermeasures to Maximum.”

We are going to need every bit of Energy we can get, Captain Moshe thought. All his years of experience were paying off. He was going to need every last trick to save his Crew.

“Captain the Second Daemon Space Submarine has begun the Fade Out Process!!”

“Quickly, Fire All Phasers before she completely Cloaks! Perhaps we can damage her before she disappears!!”

Again, red beams of light shot out of the Exodus. They pierced the sides of the Second Daemon Space Submarine like Arrows hitting a Hog. The Space Submarine shuddered from several explosions inside of its Hull. Its lights went dark.

The Bridge Crew on the Exodus cheered. “HOOYEH!! THAT GOT ‘EM!!!!”

Captain Moshe remained quiet. The Battle was not over. There was still One More Daemon Space Submarine unaccounted for. And if Captain Moshe was right, possibly a Fourth or even Fifth Daemon Space Submarine hiding in the vicinity. Let his Crew cheer. They needed the Morale.

“Continuous Scans. Everyone keep their eyes sharp. We know that Third Daemon Space Submarine is Out There. It can’t stay Cloaked forever. Triangulate its last know position. Fire a Repeated Phaser Barrage on that Area. Be ready to fire the Photon Torpedoes the moment it Uncloaks.”

The Bridge Crew followed Captain Moshe’s orders. Over and over, the Exodus fired its Phasers. It seemed like they were hitting only the emptiness of space. Then suddenly, something began to Fade Back into Existence. It was the Third Daemon Space Submarine.

A Red Ball of Energy erupted from the Daemon Space Submarine.

“HARD TO STARBOARD!! WE NEED TO TAKE IT ON OUR SIXTH POWER ABSORBER! FIRE ALL PHOTON TORPEDOES AT THE DAEMON SPACE SUBMARINE!!!”

The Daemon’s Plasma Torpedo crashed into the Exodus, overloading its Sixth Power Absorber. Luckily, the Excess Energy was absorbed by Nearby Power Absorbers, otherwise the Exodus would have suffered Internal Damage.

In response, the Exodus shot out Four Photon Torpedoes. As luck would have it, only Two of the Photon Torpedoes would strike the Daemon Space Submarine. Enough to damage it, but not destroy it. The Space Submarine began to Reload its feared Plasma Torpedo. The Daemon Space Submarine didn’t bother with Cloaking anymore.

Captain Moshe gripped the armrests of his Command Chair tightly. Phasers are Depleted and Photon Torpedoes are Spent. But if he launches another Plasmas Torpedo, we’re as Good as Dead. Unless…

“Ruth, lock onto the Daemon Space Submarine with our Experimental Tractor-Repulsor Beams.”

The First Officer looked concerned. “Captain, may I point out that the Prototype Tractor-Repulsor Beams have only undergone Limited Testing. They might…”

“I Know the Risks,” Captain Moshe answered sharply, cutting his First Officer off. “We don’t have time for a debate. That Plasma Torpedo is going to cut the Exodus in Half. DO IT. NOW!”

First Officer Ruth complied, saying no more words. One beam shot out of the Port Side of the Exodus while another beam shot out of the Starboard Side of the Exodus. Both beams hit the Daemon Space Submarine, Pushing and Pulling the Vessel Violently Over and Over. The Space Submarine cried out in Terror as it was literally Shaken to Pieces. One Final Explosion signified the End of its Existence.

Captain Moshe breathed a sigh of relief. “Well done, Ruth. I’m sure you have plenty of data now on the New Prototype Tractor-Repulsor Beams. You can Analyze them to your Heart’s Content. In the meantime, continue Repairs on All Power Absorbers. I want All Energy Dissipated and Emptied Out. Continue Scans of the Area. There may be other Daemon Space Submarines close by. Bring us into Orbit around Gibeah.”

I’m sorry to have questioned you, Ruth said, Psionically Speaking directly into Captain Moshe’s Mind.

No need to Apologize, Ruth, Captain Moshe answered in his Thoughts. It’s your job to point out things that the Captain may not be aware of. That is all you did. I expect you to continue to do so in the future. Is that understood?

Yes, Captain.

“NOW LET’S SEE WHAT THESE DAEMON BASTARDS HAVE DONE TO THE COLONY ON GIBEAH.”

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Sunday, September 29, 2024 - 06:26 pm: Edit

Jeff Anderson asked another great question, this time about the Cyclopean Work Barge. He wanted clarification on how the Lightning Emitters affected Shuttles and Drones. This was not specified, although its interaction with Plasmas was defined.

After some thought and reviewing the Lightning Emitter Table, I decided that Shuttles and Drones should be handled in the same way as Plasmas for the Lightning Emitter. The Lightning Emitter is a "Phaser" after all, and is on par with a PH-2 (the standard Phaser in the Yesterday Galaxy/Early Years).

The SSD/Rules hvae been Updated: Cyclopean Work Barge SSD.

Thanks again Jeff for your attention to detail!

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Sunday, September 29, 2024 - 06:30 pm: Edit

Uploaded the (PMR7.1) Netherwraith Heavy Cruiser SSD for the Prime Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Sunday, September 29, 2024 - 06:36 pm: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Columbiad Stardate 04.15.21 in the Pre-History Years to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


COLUMBIAD
STARDATE 04.15.21
PRE-HISTORY YEARS


In the Shuttle Bay of the Columbiad, Crewman Hawthorne and Crewman Montgomery were working hard on maintaining one of the Shuttles. It wasn’t long before they saw three new crew members being given a tour of the Shuttle Bay. These weren’t normal crew members, for they were a Reptilian Man, a Humanoid Ant, and a Bird Woman.

Crewman Hawthorne looked at them from afar with disgust. He whispered to Crewman Montgomery, “Look what they let onto the ship! Three Animal Freaks! Now we have to deal with their Kind.”

“You shouldn’t talk like that,” Montgomery replied softly. He kept on working without staring at the new crew members. “It’s against regulations.”

“So what!” Hawthorne barked out, raising his voice. There was anger and resentment in his tone. “Why should I be prevented from speaking the Truth? We all know that Humans are Better than Animals. That’s just how Nature designed us. So what if those Freaks walk on two legs! They are nothing but Mutants, Rejects, Abominations! I can’t even stand the sight of them. Hopefully we’ll get into a space fight and take internal damage, and those Freaks will accidentally Die!”

Montgomery looked at the new crew members and said nothing. They seemed very dignified, confident, and well mannered. Of course their appearance was much different than that of a Human.

Hawthorne continued. “What makes them Better than Us anyway? Terra Command makes them Special Ops, just because they came out of Inner Terra prior to the Columbiad getting ready to embark? Who cares where they came from? I don’t! They’re nothing but Freaks that we can’t trust. We’re better off without them!”

Montgomery wondered what Inner Terra was like. There had always been Legends and Myths, but never any solid confirmation. What Cities lay beneath the Surface? What Technology did they employ? How long have they lived down there? Why come out now, just because the Columbiad is ready to leave? Perhaps I would be able to talk to them at some point…

“Those Freaks didn’t earn their position through hard work and sweat like we did. They don’t even deserve their positions! I bet you they can’t even talk proper English! Can you imagine what they Eat? What they Smell like? How they have Sex? It’s Disgusting!!”

Montgomery turned to his friend. “Just let it go, Hawthorne. There’s nothing we can do about it. If Terra Command thinks they should be on board as Special Ops, then they must have a good reason for it. Remember, we’re just Crewmen. We don’t get to make Command Decisions. Our job is just to Follow Orders. Besides, they seem nice enough. There’s nothing threatening about them. Let’s just finish up here and then head on to Engineering.”

Hawthorne went quiet. But his Mind seethed with Malice, Frustration, Anger, Hatred, and Resentment. He hoped that the day would come when he could get even with those Animal Freaks, in whatever form or way that he could.

I wouldn’t hesitate to do something awful to them, that’s for sure. That would teach those Abominations who is Superior in Life!

AND OF COURSE, IT’S HUMANITY.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, October 01, 2024 - 03:29 am: Edit

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By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Tuesday, October 01, 2024 - 03:34 am: Edit

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By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, October 02, 2024 - 04:19 am: Edit

AUGUSTA HEAVY CRUISER SSD
PROTO SECTOR
Link to the Augusta Heavy Cruiser SSD


THE PROTO SECTOR

AUGUSTA SHIPS
(PSR1.1) HEAVY CRUISER (CA):


The Augusta Heavy Cruiser formed the backbone of the Augusta Fleet. Capable of performing a wide variety of missions, the Augusta Heavy Cruiser was also a fair combatant. Armed with Tachyon Guns, Tachyon Rockets, batteries of Phasers, and well fortified Shields, the Augusta Heavy Cruiser fared well in battle. The Augusta Heavy Cruiser was uniquely designed to have more Reserve Power than the Average Heavy Cruiser, specifically to charge the Tachyon Guns as the need arose in combat. The Tachyon Rockets employed by the Augusta were an ever present threat to an opponent, one that could not be easily ignored or dismissed. A single hit from a Tachyon Rocket could seriously damage an adversary’s Shield, creating a severe weakness that could be further exploited by other Augusta Weaponry.


DESIGNER NOTES:


The Augusta Heavy Cruiser, originally named the Romanus Heavy Cruiser, was created in 2020. The changes were supposed to be simple: Change the Name of the starship and Change the Outline (all Internals/Shields remain the same) of the starship. The name had to be changed because it was too close to the Roman starships from Sector 50 and the Imperium name was already taken by the Mitrax Galaxy.

But as I moved the Internals into the New Outline, I noticed various discrepancies that could not remain. The Proto Sector Design Paradigm calls for Omega starships to be Balanced (Weapons/Devices/Internals/Shields/Power) as much as possible against the Alpha Sector. The Romanus Internals did not achieve this objective.

So I ended doing a careful comparison between the Maesron CA, the Fed CA, the Gorn CA, the Klingon D7, and then making the appropriate changes to the Augusta Heavy Cruiser. The Internals basically had to be completely redesigned from scratch. It was very important to get this right because the first ship of the Proto Sector sets the stage for all of the future empires to come.

What follows is what was originally written for the Romanus CA in 2020:


Due to the Complexities (Modular Construction) and Potential for Imbalance (with Alpha Sector Weaponry), Tachyon Missiles were immediately identified as an Issue. Instead of Revising pages and pages of Rules, it was simpler to create a Brand New Seeking Weapon: the Tachyon Rocket.

The Base Tachyon Rocket is essentially Two Type-I Drones Combined, with some Additional Features. Only One Tachyon Rocket can be Launched per Turn. I never liked the idea of a Single Tachyon Missile launching per Turn from Two Separate Racks. That didn’t make sense to me. So for Tachyon Rockets, they all launch from a Single Tachyon Rack, but the Tachyon Rack takes Two Damage Points on the DAC to Destroy. This makes sense since the Tachyon Rocket is essentially One Huge Missile. More versions of the Base Tachyon Rocket (and other Racks) will be introduced in the Future.

Tachyon Guns were a completely different challenge. Their Basic Design seemed sound based on the 2:1 Alpha Sector Principle. You put in 2 Points of Energy over 2 Turns and it yields 4 Points of Damage at Close Range and then Progressively Lessens as the Range Extends Out. You put in 8 Points of Energy over 2 Turns and it yields 16 Points of Damage at Close Range and then Progressively Lessens as the Range Extends Out. This seemed Balanced and created a sort of Photon/Disruptor Synthesis based on the 2:1 Alpha Sector Ratio. However, the To-Hit Probabilities of the Tachyon Gun have always bothered me. They are simply Too Good. Consider that the Original Tachyon Gun has an 83% Chance to hit from Range 0 out to Range 16! This is Far Better than even a Disruptor! Additionally, the Original Tachyon Gun has a 66% Chance to hit from Range 17-32 (and that’s with No Proximity Feature)! This was simply Too Good, in my Opinion. After carefully comparing the To-Hit Probabilities and Range Brackets to the Disruptor and Photon, I Revised the To-Hit Chances on the Tachyon Guns to make them more Balanced with the Alpha Sector. The New Weapon Design is simply called a Revised Tachyon Gun.

In a different area of Ship Design, Reserve Power and Total Power came into question. It seemed to me that it was important for a Captain who was utilizing Tachyon Guns in warfare, to have Plenty of Extra Power available to boost the Tachyon Guns should the enemy suddenly come into range during the Turn. Tachyon Guns are unique in this respect, in that they are very much dependent on what actually occurs during the Turn in terms of speed, turning, movement, and maneuvering. The enemy can slip in and out of optimum firing range of the Tachyon Gun in just a few impulses. Therefore, Reserve Power was critical. For this reason, I gave the Augusta Heavy Cruiser 5 Batteries. I thought this made sense and that the Engineers would have certainly made this decision, if they could do so (economically with available resources). Furthermore, I raised the Total Power on the Augusta Heavy Cruiser so that it has plenty of Power, in addition to the Reserve Power. Again, these decisions were made to primarily fuel the Four Tachyon Guns in Combat. There are only two Alpha Sector Heavy Cruisers who also have 5 Batteries: the Kzinti BC and the Paravian CA.


In Conclusion, the Internals/Shields are now Balanced versus the Alpha Sector. Reserve Power matches the Kzinti BC and the Paravian CA. Total Power matches the Klingon BC. Tachyon Guns have been Revised to match Disruptor Bolts in terms of To-Hit Probability. Phaser-1's and Phaser 3's have been revised to match the Fed CA, the Gorn CA, and the Klingon D7. All in all, the Augusta Heavy Cruiser is now Balanced (as much as possible) against Alpha Sector ships while retaining the flavor of the Omega Sector.

The only variable remaining is the Tachyon Rocket. It was simply impossible to Balance the highly modular Tachyon Missiles with all its variations. The Tachyon Rocket, while seemingly overpowered, is comparable to the Fed CA carrying a Drone Rack. This allows the Fed to launch singular Drones every turn or to launch a Scatterpack. In my opinion, while the Tachyon Rocket is a big, menacing Drone, it still does not have the Tactical Advantage of Six Drones from a Scatterpack. Only Playtesting will discover if the Tachyon Rocket needs to be revised.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, October 02, 2024 - 04:22 am: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Enola Gay Superfortress Stardate 09.24.20 to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


ENOLA GAY SUPERFORTRESS
STARDATE 09.24.20


“Are you sure about this one?” Captain Lewis said to Captain Tibbets.

Captain Tibbets stared at the Green World on the View Screen. It seemed so peaceful, rotating ever so slowly around and around. Clouds could be seen dotting the atmosphere. Blue oceans covered much of the planet.

The look on Captain Tibbets’ face might as well have been a chunk of granite.

“We’ve reviewed the Mission Specs over and over. A Council Hearing was convened as it always is in order to determine if a Mission is worthy of our Unique Ship. The Final Decision was made. You know this, Captain Lewis, you were there.”

“That’s not what I asked you,” Captain Lewis said with an angry tone. “I asked if you were sure about this one. That means, in your own personal assessment, are we about to do the Right Thing?”

Captain Tibbets was silent as he continued to stare at the Green World on the View Screen.

Tomoe Gozen, the First Officer aboard the Enola Gay, approached the Two Captains. She had been standing close enough to overhear. Clad in Samurai Armor, an Obsidian Naginata was strapped to her back and a Katana hung from her waist.

“You realize that Alpha Lentari, while seemingly peaceful, is responsible for supplying the Dredari with Trans-Dimensional Technology, don’t you, Captain Lewis? The Dredari are currently waging war with Seven Empires, devastating Hundreds of Worlds with their ability to transport vast distances in the blink of an eye.”

Captain Lewis locked eyes with Tomoe Gozen. Her gaze was unbreakable as usual. Tomoe was almost always direct, logical, and objective.

“Yes, Tomoe. I am aware of the primary reason for this Mission. But there are Countless Innocent Lives down there!! Surely there must be Another Way!”

“We have been Contracted for this Mission and we WILL fulfill it,” Captain Tibbets stated. He would brook no further argument about the matter.

Captain Lewis shook his head, but nodded in consent.

“Helm, take us down.”

The Enola Gay sped toward Alpha Lentari and dipped into its atmosphere. The Ultra Advanced Starship was larger than a Fast Patrol Ship, but smaller than a Frigate.

Defensive Fighters from Alpha Lentari attempted to intercept the Enola Gay, but they were promptly shot down by the Enola Gay’s numerous Machine Gun Phasers. Ground Defenses on Alpha Lentari pounded the Enola Gay, unable to penetrate its Adamantine Hull.

“Captains, we’re in position,” the Helmsman announced.

Captain Lewis looked at Captain Tibbets one more time. Captain Tibbets was aware of the look, but his gaze remained fixed on the target. Tomoe Gozen stood next to Captain Tibbets, her eyes unblinking.

“Release the LITTLE BOY. And take us out of the atmosphere.”

An unusual bomb device dropped out of the Enola Gay’s Hatch. The strange device hovered in mid-air, staying in one spot. A powerful Force Shield protected it from all assaults.
The Enola Gay sped away from Alpha Lentari, moving a safe distance away. Slowly, it turned around to Bear Witness to its Final Action.

The LITTLE BOY detonated.

Within moments, the oceans on Alpha Lentari dried up. Earthquakes cracked the ground. Vegetation withered away. The air turned to poison. The sky turned black. Then a Massive Fireball engulfed the Whole World, instantly killing All Living Things on Alpha Lentari. The Planet trembled. Then it shook violently. Finally, Alpha Lentari broke apart into fragments, yielding a Loud DEATH CRY for the Entire Universe to hear.
There was a Long Period of Silence aboard the Enola Gay. The Entire Crew thought of all the People that had just lost their lives. It was UNTHINKABLE. Then Captain Tibbets ordered,
“Helm, take us Home."

"MISSION COMPLETE.”

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, October 02, 2024 - 05:01 pm: Edit

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By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Wednesday, October 02, 2024 - 05:07 pm: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Heirs to Fate - Bane Stardate 10.21.22 in the X-Sector to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


HEIRS TO FATE - BANE
STARDATE 10.21.22
X-SECTOR


Ensign Matthews screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body felt like it was on fire, but her flesh did not burn. Her mind was being fried with electricity, but it remained intact. Her organs felt as though they were going to burst, but none of them were damaged. She stared at her tormentors with eyes that bulged so large they nearly leapt out of their sockets.

Captain Ichadred and his First Officer looked at their captive who was imprisoned inside of a long, vertical tube. Their eyes were cold, merciless, and without remorse. Faint smiles hinted that they were enjoying the spectacle. The Agonizer Booth was flanked on each side by two Security Officers wearing black shirts.

"please...no more....stop...stop...i beg you..."

Ichadred gazed at his crewman with his blood red eyes. "Stop? But why should I do that, Ensign Matthews? Your punishment is far from over. Did not Sister Snare catch you trying to send an encoded transmission to Protectorate Command? And in that transmission were you not noting my frequent extended absences from the Iscariot and several command decisions that you thought were questionable? On my ship, Ensign Matthews, that is treason, to be dealt with harshly. In fact, your punishment should be death. So your agony is, in fact, a merciful punishment."

Sister Snare smiled widely as she watched Ensign Matthews suffer with her many Spider Eyes. Her two large fangs clicked together in anxious delight.

Ensign Matthews could do nothing more than scream as loud as she could as the torment continued for another hour. Finally, she was released from the Booth of Agony. Ensign Matthews crashed onto the floor, face first, landing right at the feet of Captain Ichadred and Sister Snare. Her entire body quivered with pain. She could barely move or speak.

Ichadred looked down at Ensign Matthews with disgust. He would have preferred to kill her, but it was far more effective for the crew if she be made an example of. He nodded toward his two Security Officers. They quickly picked up Ensign Matthews from the floor and seated her in front of a table. On the table was a long, serrated knife.

Ichadred sat down at the opposite end of the table. Sister Snare stood directly behind him.

"Now then, Ensign Matthews," Ichadred said in a calm voice. "Your pain will pass. In fact, there will be no mark on your body as evidence of what happened here today. So I need something else from you. Your right index finger. Then you will never forget."

Ensign Matthews, though weak and subdued, looked at her Captain with defiant eyes. "You can't be serious. You torture me for hours and now you want me to cut off my own finger? Never! Put me back in the booth if you like. But I will never self-mutilate myself!!"

Ichadred formed a sinister smile. "I knew you would say that, Ensign Matthews. You are strong in character, morals, and will. Normally, those would be admirable traits. But not today. You see, your file says that you have a Grandmother on Pisces III, two nieces on Verdan VIII, and a brother on Altinius. If would be terrible if they suffered as much as you have. No, I won't let them die. Their torment will be long and unendurable. Is that what you want, Ensign Matthews?"

Ensign Matthews stared at Ichadred with a defeated look. She thought of her loved ones, especially her two young nieces who were innocent, pure, and full of life. She could not let anything happen to them. No matter what the cost to herself.

Ensign Matthews picked up the serrated knife. She placed it in position next to her right index finger.

"I do this for my loved ones, Ichadred, not for you!" Ensign Matthews spitted out like venom.

"Of course," Ichadred answered with a wiry smile. "Proceed, Ensign Matthews. For the...Good...of All."

Ensign Matthews began to saw slowly at her index finger with the serrated blade. But the pain was too great. So she decided to finish the task with one swift cut. Her cry was sharp and loud.

AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Thursday, October 03, 2024 - 07:41 pm: Edit

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By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Thursday, October 03, 2024 - 07:45 pm: Edit

Uploaded Fiction for Zen Stardate 03.08.21 in the Graw Project to GenesisGalaxiesUniverse.com.


ZEN
STARDATE 03.08.21
GRAW PROJECT


“Captain, there are no responses to our hails.”

Captain Siddhartha formed a slight frown on his face. Why must it always come to this? Displays of Power, Capturing Territory, Taking Resources, Exerting Dominance, Destroying your Enemy to become the Victor. And for What? The Cycle continues Over and Over without End. When will Living Beings realize there is So Much More to Life than these Petty Things? A Higher State of Being. A Level of…Enlightenment.

“The Centi Heavy Cruiser is on an attack vector. 200,000 kilometers and closing.”

“Launch a Mini Plasma,” Captain Siddhartha ordered in a calm voice. “That should discourage them from getting too close. Keep our Second Shield facing toward them. Have you identified the markings?”

“Yes Sir. It’s the King Crawler.”

The King Crawler? Again? How many times have we faced them in combat? We are now a Married Couple, each one familiar with the other’s behaviors, motivations, and patterns. Each one able to predict the movements of the other. Yet despite the aggression, there was a Strange Tie between the Two…

At the sight of the approaching Mini Plasma, the King Crawler hovered at about 150,000 kilometers. It tilted to its starboard side, shifting at an angle to the Zen. Then the Centi Vessel unleashed Four Neutron Bullets. One of the Neutron Bullets hit the Zen’s Second Shield. It dug deep, but did not reach the Zen’s hull.

Seated next to Captain Siddhartha was Omen, the Zen’s First Officer. The beautiful Geist Ghost was staring down at a tactical display showing both ships. The Captain leaned over and asked, “Omen, your recommendations?”

“If we stay here, we’ll be eventually be shredded to pieces. The Centi know that our Warp Rockets are not as effective as their Neutron Bullets at 150,000 kilometers. They will continue to dance along that edge, taunting us and taking pot shots at every opportunity. We cannot afford that since their Neutron Bullets can bypass our Shields. If we are to win this engagement, we must close. Yes, their Neutron Phasers will have an edge over our Proton Phasers at that range, but it is a price we have to pay. We must launch Heavy Warp Rockets at close range.”

Captain Siddhartha was quiet as he contemplated Omen’s plan. His First Officer was bright and full of promise. If only she could bring her strong emotions under control. Deducing how to win a fight was one thing. But not getting into the fight in the first place was another lesson entirely…

“You heard Omen. Proceed with her plan. Maximum Warp toward the King Crawler. Continue to launch Mini Plasmas as we close. Keep hailing the King Crawler on All Frequencies in case they change their mind and want to talk. Prepare for Internal Damage. Sickbay, stand ready to receive Casualties.”

The Zen burst into activity. All along its hallways, crewmen ran this way and that to complete their duties. A bright red triangle flashed again and again. The mood on the Bridge of the Zen was intense.

The Zen charged forward like a Shining Knight with its Lance extended. Periodically, the Warrior Poet starship would launch a Mini Plasma , hoping that the small seeking weapons would somehow distract the Centi Heavy Cruiser.

In response, the King Crawler laid Space Mud behind it. Space Mud were Disruptions in the Fabric of Space which caused objects to drop out of Warp and stall. Fortunately, the area that could be affected by Space Mud was limited. Still, more than one Mini Plasma got caught in the Space Mud, effectively trapping it like a Fly in a Spider’s Web.

Four Neutron Bullets tore through the Zen’s Forward Shield, causing explosions in its Hull, Laboratories, Shuttle Bay, and the Bridge. A console exploded on the Bridge, seriously injuring the Navigator.

Captain Siddhartha jumped out of his seat to get to the Navigator. He placed both hands on the Navigator’s burnt body and closed his eyes. The Navigator’s pain and suffering entered Captain Siddhartha while the Warrior Poet’s Life Energy flowed into the wounded Navigator’s Body. In moments, the Navigator sat up, fully healed. Captain Siddhartha smiled and returned to his Captain’s Chair.

Neutron Phasers pummeled the Zen’s Forward Shield, nearly bringing it down. The Zen gritted its teeth and took the pain, waiting for the opportunity to launch its own counter offensive. Finally, that moment came at 20,000 kilometers away from the King Crawler.

Heavy Warp Rockets sped out of the Zen, along with a full barrage of Proton Phasers. The Alpha Strike punched straight through the King Crawler’s Third Shield, causing massive damage to the structure underneath. Half of the King Crawler’s lights went dark. The Humanoid Centipedes on board screamed and tried to deal with the fire and smoke that resulted from the powerful assault. They cursed the Warrior Poets in their own unique clicking language.

Captain Siddhartha closed his eyes. He could sense the suffering and death aboard the King Crawler. How he wished this had not come to pass. But they left the Zen no choice. They would not listen and continued their aggressive behavior. Morally, the Zen was justified in its response. Still, Captain Siddhartha prayed for all the wounded and dying on board the King Crawler.

Slowly, the King Crawler turned and limped back to its own territory. The Peaceful Planet known as Shambhala was safe once more.

“Stand down Red Alert. Continue Damage Control throughout the Ship. Well done, everyone. I will be making Special Mention of your Brilliant Tactical Analysis in my Report to the Warrior Poets, Omen. Your insight saved many lives aboard the Zen. You have my Personal Thanks.”

Captain Siddhartha walked back to his Chamber. The Crew of the Zen was calming down. The heat of the moment was fading away. They had faced Death once more and survived. Captain Siddhartha let out a light sigh.

BUT WHY SHOULD ONE FEAR DEATH AT ALL? IT WAS BUT A DOORWAY TO ANOTHER BEGINNING.

By Norman Dizon (Ichaborn) on Friday, October 04, 2024 - 07:27 pm: Edit

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