War Between the Sexes: First Contact

[Shendude]

IC:

*Legate Sardin Mosih, Commander of Zuhkayn's first interstellar mission, sat in his bunk, feeling grumpy. His ship, ZASF (Short for Zuhkaynian Air/Space Force) Ultimate Triumph, had been in space for two weeks and there was nothing for him to do. The ship hadn't encountered any problems that needed his personal intervention, and he was totally uninterested in the work of the scientists. Just about the only thing to occupy him were the 10 slaves sent with the mission, but he'd begone to grow bored with some of them, and besides, their where 49 others aboard eager to use them. It would be another shiptime "day" before they were out of range to communicate with the High Command, and put his Stardrive in high gear, arriving at another star system instantly. He sighed. Then, an alarm went off, signalling that he was needed on the Bridge. Mosih jumped up and ran through the corridors, silently reciting a prayer of thanks to the Ascended Guides. He arrived and sat in his throne-like command chair. As his Executive Officer, Under-Legate Jias Kildur explained the situation, the slave on duty on the bridge took out his masterhood and began to suck.*

Kildur: "Sir, we've detected an alien vessel, a bit more than a "day" away from communication range."

*His Politcal Officer, Raptor Chun Heth, spoke up.*

Heth: "This information has been given to the High Command. Orders should arrive shortly."

*The next twelve hours were an agonzing wait. Finally the orders came through: They were to attempt to communicate with the aliens. The rest of the "day" was taken up in frenzied preparation. Finally the moment arrived. Everyone importnat was on the Bridge, the ordinary crewmen and scientists were at their stations, and the slaves were locked in their cells. He sent over a holo-transmission to the alien vessel. At the same moment, the "UltTri" recieved a holo-message from the aliens. The holotank activated giving an image of the alien bridge. Everyone gasped. All those shown on the other bridge were slaves!*

OOC:

As you can guess, this is a sci-fi RP. The idea is that, sometime in the future, a group of "ascended" humans established the following social experiment: They placed groups of human beings on two planets, Zuhkayn and Nekayvuh, in two different star sytems, and over several millenia guided them from the Stone Age to the Space Age. Careful intervention ensured that both cultures developed almost identically, both being slave-holding military dictatorships. The two nations have a nearly identical language, a nearly identical religion, etc. There is only one major difference: on Zuhkayn, males have always been masters, and females have always been slaves. On Nekayvuh, females have always been masters (or mistresses if you prefer), and males have always been slaves.

This RP focuses on the first meeting between the two cultures, via their first interstellar missions, ZASF Ultimate Triumph and NASF Supreme Victory. Both ships use nearly identical technology. They're heavily armed and equipped with a multitude of sensors and several "parasite" craft capable of making planetfall. Both ships have about 60 occupants, 10 of which are slaves and the other fifty divided equally between crewmen and scientists. Both ships also have about 5 overt agents of their respective Secret Police, and another four covert.

I'd like people to play the whole range of characters from both ships.

 

[Shendude]

OOC:
Whoops! It's just been pointed out to me that I made a mistake.

The difference between Zuhkayn and Nekayvuh is that on Zuhkayn, males are masters, and females and slaves, while on Nekayvuh, the opposite is the case.

 

[Black Thunder]

OOC
Ill play Kildur.
6'3
muscular
Black hair Hazel eyes
Shaven head
Kildur got up out of his seat and streched his back.Sittin at a sensor staion was not his idea of work.His was chopping through a dense jungle hunting for bounty.He had only taken this job beacause Legate Mosih was one of his closest friends.His concubine,Selia began to unzip his fleet issused trousers,but he stopped her.He shook his head and said "No".Ever since he got this mission he had been feeling a bit off.

 

[Shendude]

IC:

*Legate Tirca Shax, commander of NASF (Nekayvuhan Air/Space Force) Supreme Victory, Nekayvuh's first interstellar mission, stared in shock athe image in her holotank. The alien bridge was filled with slaves, without a woman in sight! Could there have been some sort of slave revolt?*

Shax: "Where are your mistresses?!"

*Mosih was having similar thoughts, and spoke at the exact same moment as Shax.*

Mosih: "Where are your masters?!"

 

[Black Thunder]

"Captain,we've just recived a transmission from a ship.I'm getting the readings on what kind of ship it is.It's an NASF ship".

 

[Shendude]

OOC:
Oops, I somehow missed your post. Don't know how it happened and I profusley apologize.

Erm, we seem to be operating on different time scales, since you seem to be in the middle of the events of my first post. I'll try to synchronize.

IC:

*Mosih frowned.*

Mosih: "NSAF? What in the Ascended Guide's names does that mean? Well, I suppose we'll figure it out. Can we get a visual?"

 

[Black Thunder]

"Yes sir."

Kildur increased mgnifying power and a blue triangular ship appeared on screen.

"Boradium alloy hull.That's what ours is made of.Who would've guessed?"

 

[Shendude]

OOC:

Just a note: the Zuhkayn language has no words for "female", "girl", "woman", etc. The closest they have is "slave". The Nekayvuh are the same way about masculine terms.

IC:

*Mosih nodded thoughtfully.*

Mosih: "Can we get a visual communication?"

*Kildur nodded, and both vessels opened visual channels. The image shown left everyone speechless: everyone on the alien bridge was a slave! Mosih spoke without thinking.*

Mosih: "Where're your Masters?"

*at the same moment, one of the slaves, sitting in what looked like a Captain's chair said almost exactly the same thing.*

 

[Black Thunder]

"Ain't that a bitch"

Mosih began to introduce himself to the slave

 

[Shendude]

IC:

*As Mosih incredulously asked his question, everyone on the bridge was open-mouthed with shock. Only Heth, the political officer, and his hidden colleague noticed the fact that the layout of the bridges and the uniforms worn were almost identical, and that they were both speaking the same language. Heth was also the only one who realized the implications of the alien Captain's statement. He walked up to the captain and whispered into his ear.*

Heth: "Captain, this is a diplomatic situation. As Political Officer, I have authority here."

*Mosih hated to give up control to the SpecSec (Special Security) man, but he was too flabbergasted too argue. Heth turned to the Holotank, noting that what he presumed was his opposite number seemed to be doing the same thing.*

Heth: "Our..."

*The alien Politcal Officer began speaking at te same moment. The two paused, stared at each other, and then Heth nodded, letting the slave-looking alien speak first.*

Nekayvuhan PO: "Our apologies for our initial reaction. You resemble the inferior subspecies we utilize as slaves. We are representatives of the Free Democratic People's Republic of Nekayuh. I am Raptor Hon Eisor."

Heth: "Apology accepted, and we extend our own. We had the same reaction. We represent the Free Democratic People's Republic of Zukayn. I am Raptor Chun Heth."

 

[Black Thunder]

Seing Heth made a bulge rise in Kildur's pants.Her breasts seemed firm and supple.Luckily he was behind the com desk or else his crew would've been embarassed.

 

[Shendude]

OOC:

Erm, Heth is the Zuhkaynian PO. He's a guy. I'll assume you're referring to the Nekayvuhan PO, Eisor.

IC:

*As Heth and the alien talked, Mosih noted from out of the corner of his eye that his old freind and XO had an erection. He didn't blame him, as half the men on the bridge were also sporting hard-ons, him included. He remembered hearing rumors that one could purchase pictures, holos, or even immersive's of slaves dressed like soldiers on the black market, but he'd never believed them. After all, how could any man be so perverse. But now that he was looking at whole bunch of slaves wearing men's clothes, he could understand the attraction, There was something tremendously and disturbingly attractive about it. The fact that these slaves wore their uniforms proudly and nonchalantly, as if they belonged in them, added to the attraction. Mosih would've been rather disturbed if he'd known that Shax, the Nekayvuhan commander, was entertaining similar thoughts. Of course, neither of them had quite grasped the implications of the Political Officer's conversation. This was not due to stupidity or lack of observance. Rather, it was due to a cultural blindspot. Mosih couldn't concieve of the idea of males being slaves, and Shax couldn't couldn't wrap her mind aorund the opposite concept. However, neither of them was a stupid person, and the truth dawned on them as their more astute and much more subtle Political Officers conversed. As he realized what Eisor had said, Mosih shot up out of his seat, his erection gone. He absent-mindedly noticed that Shax was doing the same.*

Mosih: "Are you saying that you...you keep MEN as SLAVES?! That's impossible! An ambomination, defying the laws of nature!"

*Mosih and Shax weren't the only ones having this epiphany. Both bridges erupted into shocked chaos. Realizing that diplomacy would not be possible at the moment, the two Political Officers both turned to whoever was running the Comm station and ordered the signal cut.*

 

[Evil Attorney]

OOC: I hope you don't mind someone joining in

IC:
Bridge of NASF Supreme Victory
Tatical Station
Commander Nikita Cara
1st officer

She was shocked. Men. In command of a Starship?

Like the professional she was, she shook off the shock imediately.

She pushed a button on her console and the Alarm for General Quarters started blaring all over the ship, but not, however, on the bridge.

She spoke into her console "Battle Stations, Battle Stations, all hand, stand to Battle Stations"

Women in their bunks imediatly got into uniform, and those eating abandoned their food to run for battle stations.

Slave revolt!! Shit.

"Legate Shax! Recomend we come left, hold distance, match bearing and speed." she said.

In a moment green lights were appearing all over her console.

Weapons, Electronic Warfare, Enginering, Environmental and all other systems were reporting ready.

"All stations report General Quarters. Weapons crews and electronic countermeasures at standby, enginering reports 105% available on the reactor, Normal Space and Light Speed drive at your command, shields and armor charged and ready to activate, 100% power at your command."

She waited a moment, then nodded afirmatively.

"All slaves visualy and tracking chip accounted for and secured."

A slave revolt...their hadn't been a slave revolt in 200 years...someone would pay for this...

She turned to her crewwoman on sensors and said "Get me a hull map of that ship!"

The petty officer nodded and sent a tightly focused radar pulse toward the strange ship. The ships lights momentarily dimmed, then returned to normal.

The sensor pulse was powerful enough to read the inscriptions on the other ships hull.

The data came on the Legate's console and her own.

It was intresting...the ship appeared to be 4% larger and had what appeared to be a similar layout to the NASF Supreme Victory; broadside missile tubes, energy weapons on the dorsal and ventral surfaces, and although they went in for 1 more missle tube per broadside giving them 9 per 'side to Victory's 8, they didn't have that extra radar or the additional countermissile mount broadside either...

With the extra 4% mass, assuming similar engines, they would be a bit more slugish than the NASF Supreme Victory, a bit better armed when it came to missiles, but they didn't have the extra fire control (Radar) or the broadside anti-missile platform Victory did either.

Depending on how skilled her crew was, this may be an intresting morning in space...

 

[Lotharian]

Name: Major Grilden Hardale
Rank: Lead Security Officer of the ZASF Ultimate Triumph
Race: Caucassian
Hair: Blonde in a military crew-cut
Eyes: Steely Blue

Important Notes: Comes from a long line of proud members of the Zuhkayn Navy. He was chosen from a large pool for this mission for his skill and dedication and more importantly his cold concept of discipline. Unlike where some would show circumstantial understanding, Grildren shows an unbending sense of justice. In fact, he is sometimes crueler than most when it comes to floggings.

Grilden has a solid understanding of the weapon systems of the Ultimate Triumph and in fact is somewhat enamored with them. After all, the style these weapons take herald to the days of the naval forces of yore that his forebearers commanded while crushing all opposition.

Grilden can be summed up in three words. Cold Hearted Professional.
___________________________________________________________

Grilden was within his jackboots the second the alarms went off like the trained professional he was. Quickly did he don the uniform of a ZASF Officer in his trained, mechanical way. Within thirty-seconds he seemed as if he had taken what others take thirty-minutes to attain. With a quick inspection to see that everything was in order, Grilden was on the bridge just as the diplomatic situation was beginning to come undone.

He looked about at the shouting and chaos on the bridge and calmly made his way to his station and saluted the captain as was regiment for proper officers though many ignored it to his... distaste.

"Major Grilden reporting to alarms Captain." the man said in his calm voice, and if one did not know him they would think that he did not notice the alarms at all. "Ready and awaiting orders."

 

[Shendude]

OOC:

OOC: I hope you don't mind someone joining in

Not at all. Just two notes: a Nekayvhuan would never use the word "men", only slave. Wouldn't even think it, cuz they have no concept of a male that isn't a slave.

IC:

*Mosih filled Hardale in.*

Mosih: "I want you to personally go down to the cells and make sure the slaves are secured. I don't want them to hear anything about those...abominations on the other ship. No slaves will get any "ideas" on MY watch!"

*He turned to the Navigation and Technical Heads.*

Mosih: "I want us to be fully ready for combat, weapons and drives hot for as long as we can keep them that way."

*he turned to Kildur.*

Mosih: "Send a communication to the High Command, highest priority, highest encryption. I need orders!"

*then he turned to Heth*

Mosih: "I want you to immdiately get to work on studying that transmission. See if you can piggyback their communications system and hack their computers."

*Mosih was being slightly redundant here, as everyone aboard the "UltTri" was sufficiently well trained to know what to do on thier own. But discipline had to be maintained. Similar scenes were happening on the Nekayvuhan vessel as well. The one major difference was that Legate Shax, a deeply religous woman, turned to the Chaplain, who was in shock.*

Shax: "Mother, how could such a thing happen? Why would the Ascended Guides permit such a grotesquerie exist?"

*The CHaplain was clearly deeply troubled.*

Chaplain: "I-I don't know, my Daughter. I must meditiate on this."

 

[Lotharian]

Grilden ran his hand along his thought for a moment. A bad habit he had inherited from his father. Slaves? In control of a interspatial ship from another planet? Truly an... abomination of all things. What other things of chaos would the universe present? A world where 'War was wrong'? Grilden held back a laugh at the very thought.

"Aye aye sir. I shall be quick as to return from the slave den personally to help should my expertise be needed." Grilden said sternly with a salute. Within his mind he truly felt his place was on the brigde now in case a battle broke out to sieze this ship from it's unworthy crew.

But Grilden was not the Captain and thus was bound by duty and honour to go and do as ordered. Grilden promptly came to the lift and took it down to the lower decks where the slaves were kept. When Grilden stepped out of the lift, the two men who kept watch of the slave den stood and saluted. Grilden promptly returned it and motioned for them to follow.

When Grilden entered, the slaves muttering instantly stopped. Grilden swore he even heard a couple of muffled cries. He looked about the bunch of slaves with contempt. His lessers. Used simply for breed stock, pleasure, and tasks unbefitting the warriors. Though he found little pleasure in their continued company, he found their use only in pumping out troops between their thighs. A couple were pregnant in various stages and thus most only used them for menial tasks and thus Grilden motioned off those with male pregnancies. He did not wish to bring any future soldiers to harm.

The rest however were fair game and the soldier bearers were forced to watch.

Grilden extended his hand and quickly he felt the cold feel of the baton within his hands. It was time to give them their lesson of what they were. Grilden gave a whistel and motioned in a sweep before him. The slaves were quickly on their feet and standing in a line before him. Grilden felt a slight rise of his masculinity but focused on the task at hand and the speed he needed this duty done.

"I have been requested by command as to give you your monthly lesson a little ahead of schedule...."

With that, the doors slammed shut and shortly after, the screams of pain and the thud of solid steel against flesh pierced through to any listening outside.

 

[Black Thunder]

"Sir,Yes Sir!"

Kildur sent an urgent message to Nekayvhuan High Command.The High Command did not like to be disturbed but this was a matter of supreme urgency.The message was returned as soon as soon as it was sent.In capital letters it read "Do not engage.Make contct first.If the enemy engages,open fire."Kildur relayed the message to Mosih and waited for his orders.Kildur missed the days when things weren't so diplomatic.

 

[Evil Attorney]

OOC: Is anyone playing Legate Shax, or can I use her too?

If I'm pissing in anyone's cup of coffee, let me know...

IC:

Bridge of NASF Supreme Victory
Tatical Station
Commander Nikita Cara
1st officer

"Legate, high strength burst signal detected from the alien ship. They are transmitting away from us along bearing of 245 by 342 by 187. Computers got a piece of it. Crypto section says its a robust encryption, probably in cypher as well. Signal Intel will need to crack this one, I don't think onboard systems have enough power...unless we capture that ship and take their cypher keys intact..."

He console's display changed and she spoke again, "They are going hot with engines and weapons."

The readings from the earlier scan were accurate.

Legate Shax thought for a moment and said, "I can not allow slaves to run free like this. It's a menace..."

Another pause...

"Bring up our EW and Shields, come left 50 Degrees, up ange 30 degrees, ahead two thirds. Close on them..."

She turned to comunications and said "Record: Slaves, I don't know how you came into posession of that ship, but you will surrender, decelerate your ship to 1/3 sublight, power down your engines and weapons, and prepare to be boarded.

This is your first, last and only warning.

Disobebience or insurection will not be tolerated. Any resistance will be met with overwhelming force....End"


She paused again, then said to comunications" Transmit that on all frenquencies, no cypher, no encrypt... Also transmit to sector fleet HQ an update as to our situation, Max encrypt, no cypher...record: This is Legate Shax, NASF Supreme Victory, Identification code 13145717 ALPHA, Case ALREC. I say again Case ALREC Case ALREC Case ALREC Message ends."

The comunication's officer blanched slightly.

Case ALREC was the code for a slave insurection. It had been 200 years since it was last called..."Transmitted."

 

[Black Thunder]

"Legate,we've recicved a transmission from them." It says "Slaves, I don't know how you came into posession of that ship, but you will surrender, decelerate your ship to 1/3 sublight, power down your engines and weapons, and prepare to be boarded.

This is your first, last and only warning.

Disobebience or insurection will not be tolerated. Any resistance will be met with overwhelming force....End"

Kildur muttered to himself"Over my dead body will they take this ship.Sir, they are left 50 Degrees, up ange 30 degrees, ahead two thirds and closing!"

 

[Shendude]

OOC:

EVIL ATTORNEY: Nobody's playing Shax, feel free to play her.

BLACK THUNDER: You're mixing up Zuhkayn and Nekayvuh. Zuhkayn is male. Nekayvuh is female. Z=M, N=F.

IC:

*Everyone on the Bridge was outraged. Mosih was livid. How dare that uppity Slave-bitch! She and her freakish crew would pay for that, pay for it in SPADES! The fact that he'd been about to issue a similar demand never entered his mind. After he regained some self-control, he sputtered out the following.*

Mosih: "All weapons FIRE! FULL power! VAPORIZE those abominations! Turn them into space dust!"

*At his command, the UltTri a massive braodside. Fifteen different kinds of missles and torpedoes, packing everything from antimatter/matter explosives to old fashioned nukes to minature black holes. A rainbow of energy and particle weapons: from lasers to plasma to molecular disruptors and all manner of other things. It would've been Armageddon to an unshielded, stationary target. However, the SuVic was neither. While it wasn't unscathed, it was still there, and still capable of attacking right back.*

 

[Black Thunder]

OOC
My bad.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Bridge of NASF Supreme Victory

Legate Shax was impressed.

Afterall, she didn't think the slaves would fight.

It was such a dam pitty that she had her shields and electronic warfare suite up and running at full power...for the slaves, that was....

The Supreme Victory was, to her enemies, nothing more than a ball of gravitic and radar fuzz. Over 85% of the enemy's missiles chased radar ghosts, decoys, lost lock and continued on into the void or simply missed, and over 80% of the slaves energy weapons never connected.

The extra radar and counter missile battery on her broadside was making its presence known as well.

Nukes, gravitic weapons and an assortment of energy weapons were fired.

She turned to tatical, "Status report?"

Commander Cara never even looked up as she rattled off her report, "3 good hits on us. One was a nuke, 30 gigaton, and I think the others were some kind of quantum singulatiry...whatever it was...Shields at 89% and holding, back to 100% in 3 more minutes, all bateries standing by, missile tubes fully loaded, engines at 86% sublight capibility, translight drive still functional and at your command.

We are currently venting air and plasm, have dropped to 2/10 sublight speed and dropping our emissions signature by electronic warfare to 34% power. We are playing cripple...

(OOC: The Supreme Victory is showing you more damage than it has actualy taken. Right now, it shows up as a air and planma bleeding ship. Not destroyed, but definately kicked in the balls. But what you see, isn't what you get...Just because they are women, doesn't mean they aren't ruthless and professional as well...)

Enemy Electronic warfare is still not active, no decoys launched. I say again enemy has N-O-T activated its EW...

Slave's ship is closing at 50% sublight, directly under us, maintaining fire on us...range...3 light seconds..."

The ship shook like it was hit with a mace.

"Fuck!!...50-K Ton nuke, 20 kilometers distant just detonated...shields holding..."

3 Light seconds.

Legate Shax responded "Try not to let that happen again...will you...I think its time we gave those impudent little slaves a lashing.

On my command, helm, 70% sublight, come right Zero-Three-Five Degrees, same plane verticle, all up bow 90 degrees, roll ship for a broadside, continious fire, all weapons. "

She paused.

"Execute", She said is a calm, professional manner.

The Supreme Victory leapt from its sedate pace of 2/10th light speed which it was simulating damage to a full 70% sublight, altered course right 35 degrees and rose onto its tail, all the while rolling the ship to present its missile tubes.

The Supreme Victory fired a full salvo of 8 missiles from its starboard (right side) tubes,then rolled imediately to present its port (left) tubes which fired imediately.

As the ship rolled its weapon batteries came to bear on the slaves.

Unlike those of the Ultimate Triumph, blinded by ghosts, radar decoys and electronic warfare... the Supreme Victory's gunners had an excelent targeting lock on their target.

A full 60% of the energy beams hit the Ultimate Triumph.

With missiles, it was even more worse.

The Supreme Victory 8 broadsides, 64 missiles.

Among them were 21 electronic warefare birds.

A full 21 missiles fired by the Supreme Victory were decoys to lure off and blind the enemy's radar and counter missile weapons.

Of the remaining 43 missiles carrying warheads, the Ultimate Triumph's gunners got only 26 of them, and against the electronic lashing they were getting, it was an excelent job...

17 missiles got through to effective range...and each of those missiles was a neutron squeeded fusion warhead.

The Ultimate Triumph Heaved as the hand of G0D slammed into it.

The Supreme Victory altered her course to close with the slave ship all the while maintaining fire with here energy weapons.

THe Ultimate Triumph's gunners, those who survived the pounding they had just recieved began to get better hits on the Female crewed ship, as they were running a track on the energy weapons hitting their ship. They simply ran a track down the bearing of the incoming energy and fired back on the same angle.

The Supreme Victory continued to close, the range too close, firing a solid stream of Graviticaly squeezed nukes and EW missiles at the slave ship.

The slaves, to their credit, didn't even attempt to break off or run, but the lashing they took earlier from the Supreme Victory's was taking its toll on them.

Legate Shax picker herself up off the floor were she fell when the slave ship hit her vessle with a solid shit. She spit blood and called for a status report.

Commander Cara answered, "69% shields, Engines 75%, missile tubes 1, 4 and 7 not responding, energy bateries 14 and 36 on local control only but maintaining fire. 6 dead, 12 injured, mostly from falls. 2 minor hull breaches. Magazine status 78% full.

Enemy ship brought her EW up after our initial pounding and has some pretty sophisticated decoys and jammers...but they simply don't have as much of it as we do after our initial salvo hit it. Their EW gear must be as sensitive as ours is to direct hits with nukes...They aren't throwing as many missiles as they originaly were and their energy weapons are..."

The ship shook...

"Getting more accurate. Recomend we alter course 60 degrees right and maintain seperation. Make it a missile duel were we have the advantage. No sence giving playing fair?."

Legat Shax nodded and the helm carried out the suggestion.

The distance between the ships began to increase, and the energy fire began to slack off from both ships.

"Signal them again. Tell them if they surrender, we will offer mercy..."

 

[Lotharian]

Grilden charged upon the bridge. He had left the slaves the moment he felt the collision to the two guards to handle. Grilden's face was cold and unpanicked dispite the hard journey up from the lower decks to the upper-levels. Grilden was upset that the Captain would begin firing even though he was incapicitated. He was the best weapons-man in the fleet and they would start a fight with him elsewhere!?!

Grilden would be sure to send record of this to the fleet.

He looked upon the chaos on the bridge as the captain who had place an inexperienced man at his station tried to think of something to do. The moment Grilden was before his post, the other left. Grilden smirked slightly as he took his seat upon the station.

Hrm... they had suffered some damage but shields had negated most. Though their shields were to 40% max capicity. He looked at the sensors and smirked as he realized the ploys he himself had done before in the past. Now how to counter them?

The enemy had already played dead it seemed from the large amount a plasma residue a short while away so that closed that option. Hrm, maybe he should bring them about to try and hit the enemy's engines? Yes... that was possible given the enemy's current position.

"As gun-man, I would suggest putting us to three-quarters sublight, bring us about at sixty degrees. Cut port engines to increase turn speed. Try to bring us to their engines so I can disable them."

The message of surrender was heard and Grilden smirked. Surrender was the last idea he had in his mind. No ship of their great navy would ever surrender to slaves! Grilden smirked.

Grilden lowered weapon power as much as he could without causing them to go cold while they came along and put them to the shields. The captain was silent knowing it would be his undoing to ignore the older, more experienced officer though he was an underling.

Grilden fired a wave of electronic decoys first on a full sweep, followed shortly by the real fire. Though a couple of weapon banks had been damaged, it was still a powerful punch. Grilden watched to see their reaction to the assault....

"Captain, should we replay their own message back to them?"

 

[Evil Attorney]

Bridge of NASF Supreme Victory

The enemy fired a salvo a decoys and behind that, a spread of warheads.

The battle had been going on only for 8 minutes, although it seemed longer.

Commnader Cara was a devious bitch, but she knew how to use a sledge hammer too.

She launched a salvo of missiles in 2's.

2 to carry EW heads.

Then 3 more sets of 2 to carry thermonuclear warheads.

Their target, the midpoint between the 2 ships, the flight paths of the missiles.

6 nukes detonated in eye tearing furry between both ships, vaporizing all the missiles currently in flight, then she sent another broadside through the plasma front, allowing these missiles to have been fired without the slave's tracking seeing them.

The missiles were coming in blind. Of the 8, only one got through, detonating at 20 kilometers from the slaves ship, well within effective range given that their was no air to atenuate the blast. A good hit, but a long way from taking them out...

The Supreme Victory shook again. Dam that plasma cannon's gunner, whoever he was, she was going to interrogate him, rape him and then sell his tool to the highest bidder.

If she didn't cut it off and put it up his ass after roasting it...

"Legate, slave ship coming astern of us, engaging with tail tubes. " Commander Cara said.

Legat Shax didn't waste a moment, "Helm, right full rudder, best possible speed, Cross their 'T'. Execute."

The Supreme Victory swung her engines away from the slave ship and at a full 70% sublight, accelerated away from Ultimate Triumph, all the while spitting fire and missiles.

The manuver, a crossing of the 'T' was an old, classic manuver. Your broadside faces their bow.

With both ships having broadsided mounted armement, this mean that the Supreme Victory, with her shields in better condition, could rake the very front of the slave ship, and wereas the slave ship could only fire with bow mounted weapons...Supreme Victory would be able to unleash her broadsides.

SV fired again and again, raking the Ultimate triumph with its weapons.

It was not, however, to be a final blow. The UT's helmsman, a competent officer in his own right, matched the turn and tried to put the two ships in a classis broadside to broadside engagement...just like it begun.

Supreme Victory used her 4% lower mass to contiue the turn and accelerate away from the Ultimate Triumph, maintaining her advantage of distance, and was successful at it.

Within moments the ships were out of powered weapon range and missile range...barely.

The battle had taken 8 minutes.

Each ship was battered, although neither was close to being destroyed. Although the Slave ship had taken quite a beating, so did the Supreme Victory.

"Status Report" Legate Shax snapped out.

"Shields refirming to 67%, 100% power in 8 minutes. Armor at 97%, 2 minor hull breaches. Magazines at 68%, missile tubes 1, 4 and 7 are being repaired, estimate you will have then in 1/2 hour. All energy canons back on primary tracking, sublight engines at 85%, 3 hours for 100%, Light speed at your command." Commander Cara responded.


Dam.

Who would have thought it...those slaves made a few mistakes, primarily with their EW not bing active...but they fought this battle well...

Too dam well.

These weren't slaves...but they were human...

How dam odd...

She looked at her chaplin and said "Well...that was fun...now what?"

 

[Shendude]

IC:

*Mosih shook his head. He'd calmed down a little and was thinking rationally again.*

Mosih: "No. One does not TALK to slaves."

*He activated the comm, calling the shuttle-bay*

Mosih: "Prepare to launch a Pinnace and a fighter escort. We're going to board that ship and show theose slaves the error of their ways!"

*He then turned to Hardale, and waved him over, obviously wanting to speak to him privately. Hardale approached the throne-like command chair and then the Captain activated the privacy screen. He glared at his Second Officer, his expression filled with cold fury.*

Mosih: "What were you doing down there? It shouldn't take SEVEN MINUTES to make sure that the slaves are secure! I NEEDED you up here, damnit! I've half a mind to have you flogged!"