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My Spaceship By:joey fetus. An original story for your entertainment. Updated often.
Morl'ty was incenced over the vanishing of the war cruiser in what should have been a textbook case of might makes right. He had not the faintest idea of what could have went wrong that cursed female Three should have not stood a chance. The shuttle she had stolen was out-classed on every level above and below the board.
A Four slithered up to him and presented itself in the customary position, indicating that it had information to impart. He motioned for it to do as it needed by reaching out an appendage, and allowing the disgusting creature to leave a small amount of slime on his person. He received the data with an amount of confusion giving the Four a solid kick to let it know it had been dismissed.
So, he thought, there was another player in this little drama that surrounded the mystery of Those-that-came-before. Just as well.He had been getting a little bored with the utter supremacy of his war machine.
Just then Durl't His second in command entered the room. Morl'ty motioned for him to make himself comfortable, and pushed over a slice of an Eight that had burned itself out earlier that morning. Durl't greedily slurped up the morsel, and in an unrushed manor asked. "So is there any news of the missing Three, and the Artifact?"
"In fact there is..." He answered slowly reveling in the fact that Durl't would be just as happy for some action after so long without. "It would seem that our errant Three had a little help eluding, and destroying our war cruizer, help from an unknown type of craft. One quite capeable of blowing a solitary cruizer out of space." He sat back a moment to let that sink in. "So as far as I can see there are only two possibilities for this..." Again he stopped to see if Durl't would pick up his train of thought where he had left off, a little game the two of them liked to play from time to time.
"yes.. I see." His second in command continued for him. "Either the Three's have a new-until-now-unseen craft available to them or...there is another element at work here. Or..forbidden thought ...both." He grimmaced at Morl'ty in what passed for a smile on a Zero.
"Precicely." Punctuated the Commander. "As I see it once we have the artifact there will no longer be a nessesity for any more of this rediculous war..." He paused.
"And this might be our last chance to have a little fun?" The other finished for him.
"Pre-cicely!" He grimmaced once again. "So my plan is to throw everything we have left at them, and completely wipe out those horrid Threes once and for all. Once we are rid of them, and their useless rebeling we can go on to bigger and better things." He finished with a flourish of all three hands making circular motions.
"Oh I like it.. I like it a lot. I will see to readying the fleet at once." And with that he left the room to prepare upwards of two hundred war ships for a hunt the likes of which had never been seen...Walking away munching on a piece of Eight. *********************************************************************************************** Morl'ty's Command Craft was huge by any standards, and Durl't's Craft was not much smaller. The two of them by far dwarfed any and all ships on either side of the conflict. Ton for ton they together out-massed the ragged group of Three's that were visible on their hollo screens. What worried Morl'ty was the warship that was not visible. Although if he had been asked he never would have admited to worrie of any sort.
"In range in fifty cycles." Murmered one of his battle techs.
Besides his two command craft he led a flotilla of fifty dreadnoughts, one hundred destroyers, and another fifty or so odd frigates. Quite a fearsome fleet all in all. From what he could see of the Threes forces they had less than ten dreadnoughts, the largest and most heavily armed craft of modern space warfare, no more than twenty destroyers, and only five of which looked capable of landing on the surface of a planet, and another twentyfive frigates, quicker and more heavily armored than their brothers and sisters. The Not-yet-seen-craft had yet to make an appearence, although he and Durl't were both confident that it would show up whenever the Three's were ready to spring their ambush for that certainly was what they had in mind.
"In range in fourty cycles."
He had barely formulated these thoughts when immages of his fleet began to poof into nothingness. Because that was the best way to describe what he was seeing. His large and mighty fleet was basically just vanishing one and two at a time from the hollo image. Confused communications were being relayed back and forth from one ship to the next. Soon he had only 175 craft. Then 150...Then 100. It was all happening so fast he barely had time to shift from one image to the next before two more dissapeared, and then two more again. Then to his great disbelief Durlt'y's Flag Ship also went poof.
The last thing the great War Leader Morl'ty had for a thought was... how can they do that when we haven't even come close enough to their fleet for the fight to begin? then there were no ships left but those belonging to the Threes. Had an outside observer witnessed this "battle" it would have seemed as if not a single shot had been fired as the two fleets had never came within range of each other.
The Ten: A brief over-view of the first ten to travel the galaxies.
1: Rarest of the Ten. 5 feet tall, red skinned bipeds with horns, pointy tails, and claws for
hands. They live solely in space. The original enemy of the Cooperative (possibly from the same star). Not many have met one in person, and those that have usually regret it. Many myths surround this species.
2: Known as Dogs to Men. They're fiercly loyal to the Humans (seeing one means there are Humans nearby). Their brains are highly sought after for use in supercomputers.
3: Humans. Rebelled against the Coopperative and were presumed exterminated. Best friends to the Dogs. Their saliva is a deadly poison to a member of the Cooperative killing one almost instantly with their foul bacteria. The meer sight of one is enough to parylize a member of the Cooperative with fear.
4: Data tranfer specialists. Gruesome creatures like a jelly-fish on land. They ooze goo and leave a trail of slime data in their wake. They can tranfer terabytes of data with a meer touch. Yet few are willing to subject themselves to such a violation.
5: Battle companions of the Cooperative. Hairy spidercrab like, four legged, and quick as well as agile. Quite vicious with a nausiating odor that is known to knock out or even kill some. Loyal to the death to their masters.
6: Squat two legged, four armed, and lizzard like. They are the maids, butlers, and janitors of the Cooperative. For the most part being ignored by their masters. They see all and hear all, and are not as stupid as they act.
7: Very small, very intelligent, and squirrel like in size and appearence. They have furry wings, and can fly (bucked toothed giving them a lisp). They are the small craft pilots of the Cooperative, providing air support for ground troops in times of war as well as shuttle service for supplies and passengers.
8: A serpent like creature one yard long who is hard wired into the computers of the Cooperative providing extra processing power. They burn out easily and frequently need to be replaced. A poor substitute for the brain of a Dog. Reportedly very delicious to eat.
9: An intelligent beast of burden like a horse only hairier. Used by the cooperative where machinery can not go. They are quite strong and agile capable of carrying 4 times their own weight for days tirelessly on little food or water. Humerous and jovial as well as content in any circumstance. Being in the presence of one is always a pleasure.
10: The only igneous intelligence ever found. Rock like in every manner. Slow to act, and brief of speach. Never larger than 6'x6'x6'. Capable of exploding into millions of pieces and then somehow reassembling. The T effect does absolutely nothing to them. Almost impossible to kill.
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