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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Harvest</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81019.0100<br> | |||
Command and Control Center,<br> | |||
Central Command, Arlichu District<br> | |||
Ryuli Confederacy<br> | |||
Klisi<br> | |||
The Commander-in-Chief stormed from his office, his eyes locked on | |||
the electronic board that convered the entire north wall. "I want to know | |||
what the hell is going on and I want to NOW!" He screamed out in | |||
frustration and with the creeping realization that it was something very | |||
wrong. | |||
All eyes in the large room glued themselves to the glow of their | |||
monitors save for one pair. Colonel Utimba climbed up the three stairs to | |||
the command level and faced his general. He gestured to the north-east | |||
quadrant on the early warning board. "They entered into orbit | |||
approximately 4 minutes and thirty-two seconds ago." | |||
"How many?" The general asked as his eyes scanned the readouts | |||
around the room. All armed forces were on high alert, interceptors were | |||
in the air and all their nuclear forces had been put on a thirty minute | |||
countdown. | |||
"12 small and one large, the small ones could hold 10 of our | |||
carriers and the large one could easily hold the 12 small ones." | |||
The general turned, shock clearly on his face. "The Republic?" | |||
It was obvious that their terrestial enemy could not be responsible so | |||
Utimba took the question as it was meant. "Like us they are on high | |||
alert, missiles on line, nucs in the air and boomers going deep." | |||
The general swore and lifted the receiver from the desk. "Get me | |||
the First Minister. | |||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki> | |||
Cut to orbit scene: | |||
Hovering protectively over its offspring the primary watched as | |||
it's progeny slid away in a space borne ballet they had performed many | |||
times before. Soon they had postioned themselves in orbit, an equal | |||
distance from each other. With a single 'click' from the mother ship all | |||
fired as one. | |||
<nowiki>________________</nowiki> | |||
Flag Bridge, TRS BRILLIANT<br> | |||
Ifixci Ocean<br> | |||
Admiral Coheis leaned back into her high backed chair and | |||
savored the smell emanating from her steaming mug of hilati. It was | |||
about the only thing she was enjoying this cold rainy morning. Whoever | |||
the genius back at fleet was who ordered an unscheduled training op in the | |||
middle of the winter storm season was going to get a foot up his backside | |||
when the fleet put into port in 3 weeks. Full alert indeed! World | |||
tension was the calmest it'd been in over 15 years and even those crazy | |||
Ryuli's wouldn't lauch a sneak attack through this muck. | |||
She raised her viewscope to her eyes and looked through the | |||
bridge's main windshield, its wipers carelessly flinging sleet from the | |||
glass in all directions. On the deck the last of the all-weather | |||
interceptors had been launched. To the east, the missile cruiser STALWART | |||
bobbed up and down on the rough scenes. "I'll have someone's head for | |||
this." She fumed to herself. | |||
"Sir?" A officer within earshot asked. | |||
"Mind your station commander." She answered curtly before taking | |||
a sip from her mug. | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
Coheis turned back to stare out the window at the STALWART, her | |||
attention caught by the wild flashing of one of it signal lamps. Thirty | |||
years ago when she had graduated from the Naval Academy she had been | |||
assigned as a communications officer so, although a little rusty, she had | |||
little problem deciphering the flashes. It was obviously not an | |||
offically communique and she wondered idely what her own ships | |||
lamper would report to his superior when pressed for what the STALWART had | |||
sent. Probably something along the lines of 'all's well.' After all | |||
thats what she used to tell her superior when she had been the one | |||
standing out in the cold and the rain busily complaining to her comrades | |||
on the other ships. She smiled at the memory. | |||
"Admiral!" Captain Kiloc shouted out as he bounded up the stairs | |||
from the control center. Coheis didn't like the tone and her eyes flashed | |||
to the radar displays. Strangely they were blank. "All satellite | |||
communications have been cut, we've lost our eyes!" | |||
Damn! "Signal the fleet to flank and come about to port, heading | |||
due north." The order was punctured by a blazing light to port followed | |||
almost instaneously by a deafening blast. All heads turned. The STALWART | |||
was gone. | |||
The Admiral jumped from her chair. "Order all ships weapons | |||
free!" It was the last thing she ever said. | |||
<nowiki>***** ***** ***** *****</nowiki> | |||
They came by the thousands. Large, black, square drop ships each | |||
carrying a hundred warriors. They simply fell from the sky, an easy | |||
target for the defenders guns. But even the precision fire could not stop | |||
them all. They couldn't even stop enough. | |||
Around the planet the drop ships landed and the warriors emerged. | |||
They marched outward destroying everything in their path, soldier and | |||
civilian, the strong and the weak. The defenders fought bravely but | |||
inevitably they were overwhelmed. | |||
<nowiki>__________________</nowiki> | |||
Government House<br> | |||
Ryuli Confederacy<br> | |||
The First Minister sat at his desk the explosions from the | |||
compound wringing in his ears. Six hours! It was all over in six hours. | |||
How could that be? Gun fire erupted down the hall. They were coming. | |||
Soon it was in his outer office and he stood, steadying himself for the | |||
inevitable. He would surrender to save his people. | |||
The door burst open and his four security officers drew their | |||
weapons and were vapourised immediately. The aliens strode in and the | |||
minister tried to keep his face impassive at the sight of them. The | |||
largest of the group approached him and in some indecipherable language | |||
spoke. His voice crackled in reply and before he could finish the | |||
sentence the alien leader struck out at him knocking him to the floor. | |||
The leader turned to its soldiers and 'clicked' some orders before | |||
heading back down the hallway from which it arrived. The soldiers moved | |||
on the First Minister and as his agonizing screams rang out they | |||
began to feed. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Now aren't they a pleasant bunch... | |||
Don't worry they're no where near us or where we may end up...but | |||
there are always other missions! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||