Dark Hope: Season 1

[Choryo]

OOC: This is infact the work of all three of us not just me

In the year 2650, the universe was evolving. Weapons of unspeakable destruction were devised, and tensions between the Terran League and the Federation of Gasod were rising at a steady rate. Colonel Ryan Clark, of the Terran Defense Force, a day after his promotion, was walking along the sands of Wraith, the Terran League's research colony. He walked into the city of Tau, when the alarms went off.

"What the hell is going on?" he screamed, as he ran throught the streets. He looked downtown, as a plasma bomb went off, vaporizing multiple buildings. People were in panick, as two GS9 fighter-bombers streaked over head, as a Terran League 301 Falcon flew in pursuit, firing its impulse cannon. The defense arrays arund Tau activated, filling the bright sky with tracers. Flashes of red and blue hit a GS9, and the wing caught fire. The fighter-bomber lost control, smashing into a building.
Colonel Clark ran down the streets, diving into an ally, as an explosion ripped through the streets. He fired his Mk5 handgun at the GS9 to no avail. Colonel Clark looked around, frantically. He saw a bike, and shot the lock off it. He rode it as fast as he could to Wraith Air Command (WAC). As he arrived, General Sumner was there to greet him.
"What the hell is going on?!" Colonel Clark screamed.
"Admiral Kwar has been selected as a new fleet leader, with intents on wiping us from the universe. He's going to take the long way to Atlantis (Terran homeworld). Anything in his way we'll stop. We have the Prometheus-Class cruisers on the ready, and the Orion-Class Battleships warming up. You have flight training, no?"
"Yeah, five years in the air force." Colonel Clark said.
'Grab an F302 Raptor. We need everyone we can get," General Sumner said, as a 301 Falcon crashed into the sands.

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An F305 Puma screeched by after the flaming Falcon dashed the sands with its debris, turning the ground to glass. The discharge of plasma bombs were no longer audible, but the smoking ruin of some of the defensive turrents told of the damage done. What the hell, why did they stop bombing!? thought Clark, but his confusion was replaced with a grim sensation as another GS9 flew over head, dotting the sky with Titan class drop pods before it was incinerated into a molten ball of slag.

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"General, we're being bombarded over here!" Colonel Clark screamed, as a GS9C flew overhead. The ground shook as a shockwave threw Colonel Clark and General Sumner. A second GS9 flew in, and released a stream of plasma bombs. Several hit the hangar, incinerating it.
General Sumner stared at where the hangar should be. 150 men were in that, and they just ceased to exist. The sky turned bright white, as the city of Tau vaproized.
"What the..."Colonel Clark and General Sumner said in unison. The smoldering buildings gave view to tanks and armored personel carriers streaming towards the base.
"We have ten minutes at the rate they are going. Get everyone who is fighting capable out now!" Colonel Clark said to the General.

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Colonel J.H. Oopenheimer stared with grim certainty at the impending wave of doom. Head of the Zycros Arms R&D facility to the south of Tau, the wiry observor set to work. "Attention all noncombat personel, we are abandoning this facility in fifteen minutes. Secure all antimatter stores in their emergency containment fields. Levels 21 to 42 upload and destroy all data. Security teams Alpha to Gamma secure all entrances, Typhoon to Zeta secure all spacecraft until all personel are aboard, then all security teams fall back to the craft and evacuate immediatly. Best of luck. Oopenheimer out." Releasing the comm button, the colonel limped off to his quarters, his robotic leg clicking at his shambling gait. Opening his personal locker, the colonel retrieved a guass rifle and exited the station towards his personal hover bike. Not even a blind man could mistake the colonel wearing a face that knew its fate. "Bring it you bastards."

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Colonel Clark ran into the armory, smiling at the huge stock of weapons. Troops were loading them into weapons crates, bringing them onto Eurusian Class Cargo ships, which were stationed in the underground facility. Colonel Clark walked down the aisles, looking at the weapons.
"H5, no..G2, no... Ah yes, good ole' P90" He said, picking up a submachinegun from the second millenium. He slung the weapon over him, and putting magazines into his combat clothing. The building shook as bombs went off everywhere. He ran outside, seeing Security Team Xyon pinned down by a dropship. Colonel Clark ran, as the ship unloaded a Gasod squad. Their metallic blue skin glistened in the sun. On them, they had energy weapons far more advanced then the Terrans. The troops in Xyon began falling back, emptying magazine, after magazine. Five of the Gasods fell, but an equal number of Xyon troops fell backwack, dead. It was an all out war, on the surface. Tanks began moving into the facility, as the first of the Promtheus class cruisers bursted through. They darted in the sky, releasing ion charges on the tanks.

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Slapping the guass rifle into a custom sponson, Oopenheimer kicked into high gear, passed the walls of the facility and spirited north towards fate. The pungent memories of the intellgence mission that had gone wrong, bubbling to the surface of his memory. With his grav repulsors onthe fritz, the colonel closed within minutes on the beseiged city. Picking out the nearest enemies, he gunned toward the WAC hangers. Whipping out his antique Colt .45 and activating the auto-targeting for his sponsoned rifle, the colonel careened into the rear of the Gasod infantry forces, splattering their blood over his windsheild. Madness raged in Oopenheimer's eyes as his Colt and guass rifle spat death into the bewildered Gasod. Diving to the ground, the Gasod returned a whithering fire, but to no avail. The madman sped away, came about and swept in for another scything pass, straight into the waiting ranks of the invader. With engines overheating and fire never ceasing, it was as if hell had come to Wraith. The bewildered Gasod, in a panicked state missed their mark, only scoring glancing hits on the experimental bike. It was then that a plasma tank took interest in the doomed colonel.

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Colonel Clark's eyes connected with Oopenheimer's. They both looked at the plasma tank, sitting there, amidst burning debris. They both darted for that, Colonel Clark firing his FN P90 at enemies oh so often. Clark hopped in the gunner seat as Oopenheimer opened the hatch, pulling a burned Gasod out.
"Do you know how to drive?" Colonel Clark said, rotating the turret, emptying the plasma bolts at the approaching Gasod regiments. A GS9 flew overhead, but was met by a line of plasma. A large ship parted the clouds, and came to rest over the remains of Tau. A bright flash followed by a blue beam hit the center of the city. The ground shook. They found the underground base, and were destroying all possible resistance before taking it over.

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With the company of a fellow Terran warrior, Oopenheimer's deathspell vanished, replaced with the need to live and kill again.
"How many minutes till our heavies are ready to engage?" shouted Oopenheimer as he splattered the confused Gasod with their own tank.
"In a few minutes." replied Clark, turning invader after invader into smoldering ruins.
"How many? Five? Ten?"
"I don't know dammit! Five more minutes maybe?"
"This base doesn't have five more minutes! Those damn bluebells are deploying their heavies!"
Looking into an external camera Clark could see at least five ominous shadows descending through the atmosphere. A lance of blue light cut into a Prometheus cruiser, instantly turning it into a flaming missle of debris, crushing anearby hanger.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Oopenheimer, trying his best to dodge the remains of the cruiser. "Listen, if you want to be deep-fried, flame broiled, or crushed, then we can stick around for another five minutes, otherwise we've got to get otta here!"
To emphasize his point, a new wave of drop pods deployed behind the pair.

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Colonel Clark was manning a fifty-cal machine gun, fighting off a horde of Gasods. There submachine guns released deadly bursts of plasma, hitting a soldier next to Colonel Clark. He fell, with holes in his chest.
"All combat personel, begin evacuation immediately. I repeat, leave all combat posts, and head to the Olympus." The recording looped, as Colonel Clark and Oopenheimer ran to the hangar bay. The Olympus, the Terran destroyer, was already on, the engines emitting a blurr sound. The two heroes ran up, as a Gasod energy weapon hit the Absorbs Mk5 armor. The shots rippled, as Colonel Clark hit the button that closed the door. The ship began to rumble, as it began moving up. The hangar bay opened, as the ship lumbered into subspace, to regroup with the rest of the Tau fleet, on a mission to warn the rest of the galaxy.

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Resistance in the upper atmosphere was strangely light. Not a single Gasod interceptor even bothered to even scan Mk5 as it made its way to the rendezvous point. "Blueberries gone blind?" wondered Clark.
"Nah, they're using a panic tactic. Let the survivors go to spread fear," Mumbled Oopenheimer, "Gasod always use it, I know first hand." He looked down at his right leg, its metal mesh charred and scraped.
"Like we're going to spread 'fear'," chuckled Clark, "By the way colonel, name's Clark." He lent his hand.
"J.H. Oopenheimer," replied the other, recieving the hand casually.
"Oopenheimer?"
"Yeh, what are you gonna do. Just call me Jack, not Jacques."
"Why not?"
"Middle name ruins it."
"Which is?"
Jack pulled out a credit (currency) card out of a compartment in his leg. "Ten cred's a guess, you guess right you get half."
Clark sucked in his breath as they entered space, wincing, "Seems ... tempting, but I'm not a guessing man. And half? Shouldn't it be all? Anyway, what's the body count ... Harry?"
"Used to be 40200, its now 40210, you're about the 42nd person to guess that."
"Dammit ... alright we're here."
Jack looked out the window. "Sweet mother of god! Look at 'em; the whole bluebell armada must be here!"
"They're not shooting."
"That's the biggest use of the scare tactic I've seen."
"Kwar must be reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally want to spread that fear."
Outside the pair could see that stars were snuffed out by the outlines of hundreds of Gasod capital ships. The enemy fleet easily dwarfed the smaller defense taskforce of Wraith.
"Let's go to the Olympus ... now"
"Um ... yeah."

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The Olympus streaked through the space surrounding Wraith. A Gasod capitol ship, the Kar`Zun, streaked by. Utilizing a biological weapon that incorporated propelling creatures to do damage before exploding. The pink rounds hit the left most deck, damaging it slightly.
"The hell?" Colonel Clark said, as a large metal form slammed into the Olympus. The ship shook.
"Fuck, landing craft," Oopenheimer said. The red alert siren flashed. The ship buzzed to life. They had breached a dropship hanger, and were most likely setting up an attack into the command room.
Colonel Ryan Clark and Colonel JH Oopenheimer ran into the armory, and picked up ancient M4A1 carbine rifles. These weren't ordinary M4A1 carbine rifles. They had a drum magazine and M506 grenade launcher. The M402, an automatic grenade launcher attached to a clip that stores shells in a sealed tube, was lighter then the old M313. Colonel Clark grabbed a .50 machine gun.
"Little help?" he said, as Oopenheimer helped him carry it to the only exit of the hangar.
Level 5, Sublevel 3G, the wall said. The door was begining to glow a pinkish blue color as Gasods attempted to breach it. Fifty-five defense soldiers were stationed there, one pulling the charging handle on his .50cal. Colonel Clark put his down and sat, the barrel aimed at the door.
Colonel Alex Solomon, the top of the fleets defense force, aimed his G96 Gauss Rifle at the door. "As soon as that door breaks, give em hell!"

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Clark's finger tensed up on the trigger while Jack switched to secondary fire on his rifle and found some cover by a bulkhead support and a temporary metal shield. The security teams were spread out in a long wide hallway. The Gasod were almost finished breaching the doors. Motioning to three others next to him, Jack ordered, "You three on my mark, we're 'nading that door."
They nodded in recognition. Oopenheimer level his sights on the nearly breached door. "Only the quick and the dead go first."

With a resounding clang the doors burst forth, spreading smoke and plasma fire everywhere. Jack launched the first grenade, hitting a shadowy figure in the chest, greeting it with a blood curdling howl of pain before the frag detonated. Clark opened up with his 50 cal.. spraying death everywhere. Smoke quickly filled the corridor. Once Clark paused his vicious pelting, Jack waited three breaths before motioning to his comrades to start chucking grenades at the doorway. The Gasod, thinking that the Terrans had abandoned their poisition, were caught in the consecutive blasts as they advanced down the hallway. An arm flew into the metal barrier that Jack was standing behind. Clark opened up again with the 50 cal. looking through the smoke, Oopenheimer saw that the Gasod were backing away from the hallway, but he could see more troops advancing. "That's right you Bluebells! Run while ya still can!"

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As the enemy retreated down the corridor from which they had came from two overzelouse rookies gave chase and promptly got took out by a hail of gunfire from down the corridor. Clarke decided to call a retreat into the next room, as he was picking up the tripod for his 50. cal the marines were already into the next room and ready to lock down the door, Clarke could hear the heavy footsteps of more troops approaching the room they had been previously occupying. Just as Clarke made it through the door the marine at the door control quckley punched the emergecy lock down button and the door began to close but it wasn't quite fast enough, a well aimed round managed to make it under the closing door and into the back of Clarkes leg. Clarke let out a grunt and fell to the floor.

Oopenheimer span round to see Clarke lying in a puddle of blood "Clarke!" yelled Oopenheimer "Clarke, where are you hit"

Clarke gave a reply as calmly as he could but he was obviously in pain "the leg the buggers got me in the leg"

Oopenheimer then let out a yell "MEDIC, m..m..m MEDIC" within 10 seconds a medic was crouching over Clarke.

Clarke then grabbed Oopenheimer's collar and pulled him down to his level "Oopenheimer buddy you gotta go, leave me here ill hold them off"

"No we don't leave men behind" Oopenheimer replyed then going onto say "Medic can we move him?"

The medic replyed, "well yeah but your going to have to be careful..." before the medic could finish his sentance one of the marines realised something.

"Sir the door, look the door its red" the marine said in a shakey voice.

"Shit, they must be melting the door seeing as we have locked it down so they cant be hacking it," Oopenheimer paused then stated, "fall back marines, we will link up with Bravo company they are just 2 levels down, we will lure the enemy into a trap thinking we are on the run then we will set booby traps behind every door on the way down, if these jerks think they can take this base without a fight, they are sadly mistaken." Oopenheimer then paused again and said, "Medic can we move Clarke"

"Well yeah i have stopped the bleeding but we will need a stre.." the medic started but before he finished Oopenheimer had nelt down picked up Clarke and had him over his shoulders.

"Marine" Oopenheimer shouted to the nearest marine "put that 50 on a 60 second count down then as soon as the countdown is done have it go to auto target finding mode"

"Sir yes sir" replied the marine

"Ok people lets move.... Dont worry marine we will hold the door" Oopenheimer added as the marine he had told to set up the .50 looked round at him.

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"Damnit Oopenheimer, just go! I'll hold them off. Better to let one die to save the others, right?"
"Negative Clark, leave no man behind!" Oopenheimer shouted.
The door continued to heat up.
"Oopenheimer, just go!"
Oopenheimer realized it was pointless to stay, and ran to a more defensible position at the end of the hallway. The hallway made a T, with Clark against a wall, not visible to the approaching aliens. The door blasted forward, crushing two marines against the wall. 16 aliens walked into the room, firing plasma rifles at the marines. The marines responded with a hail of MP5 and M4 gunfire, knocking down 15 of the aliens. The aliens killed many of the marines in the fray, and it was Oopenheimer and the alien commander, dressed in extravagant clothing. He grabbed Oopenheimer by the throat and began choking him.
Colonel Clark got up and fired his P90 at the alien. He emptied the entire 50 round magazine into the aliens back, and it fell backwards. Oopenheimer got up and ran to Colonel Clark.
"Get me out of here Oopenheimer," Oopenheimer put Colonel Clark over his shoulders and walked towards the door to the hangar bay. The sound of an entire platoon of aliens could be heard as they left.

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Running slowly with his burden, Oopenheimer passed by Alex Solomon (OOC: look way back, you know, captain of the guard). Unable to aid him in setting frag traps due to this injured comrade, Oopenheimer asked where the nearest medical bay was.
"One deck down, sector C, make it fast, these traps would hold them off forever, you have maybe 5 minutes before the Gasod reach there, GO!" answered Solomon.
"Just great," grunted Oopenheimer, "still got another deck after that."
He could feel his artificial leg starting to jab and pinch at the amputated point.
"Quit your bitch'n and move!" screamed Clark. Knowing what pain his companion was in, Oopenheimer started on his trek toward the lower decks.

- - - Meanwhile - - -

Praetor Shashint watch his armada's assault on the Prometheus and Wraith. His manidibles dripped in anticipation for terran flesh, a secret pleasure only he revelled in. Aboard the flagship Daikrenter he looked at the tactical readouts:

Planetary defenses down to 30%
Estimated time till invasion completion: .374 cycles
Enemy fleet strength down to 78%
Estimated time till victory: FILE ERROR 313 UNIT NOT DIVISIBLE BY 0 SEEK OWNERS MANUAL FOR...

That was as far as the moniter went, for the Praetor smashed his gauntleted fist into the screen. The Terran fleet had proved more resilient then expected. He would show them...

- - - Back to the Prometheus - - -

Oopenheimer's leg started to twinge, looking down he saw a small cylindrical object coming out of the custom compartment in his leg. "Oh yeah" he chuckled. Oopenheimer crouched down and requested that Clark remove the object. Clark did so, and examined the tube. The cylinder read:

"WARNING: Zycros R&D antimatter containment field deactivator. Do not use unless enemy is near and everyone else is dead. In fact, you are a god damn suicidal idiot if you do not put this back right now. Side effects of using this device may include death. Why would anyone make this thing anyway? Warning issued by JH Openheimer, have a nice death."

"Go ahead and push it," chuckled Oopenheimer, "I knew that thing would come in handy one day."
"You built a self-destruction device?" retorted Clark.
"Boredom and power are a dangerous thing my friend," replied Oopenheimer, "just push the damn thing."
Clark did so. Thousands of miles below, there was a very large boom.

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The shockwave from the explosion was so immense that Promethius got knocked around by it, On the command deck the rear scanners where monitoring the enemies movements on the ground which had been completely evacuted by all civilians and allied forces, the entire city suddenly exploded in a massive ball of fire leaving a crater covering 36% of the planets surface, from space it looked as though it was an apple which someone had taken a bite out of. Oopenheimer was almost at the medical bay now, it was just two sections further along the corridor.

In the distance Oopenheimer could hear machine gun fire, and the noise of aliens screaming as hot depleted uranium pierced thier clammy, leather like skin and left a hole the size of a fist in them. Oopenheimer hurried up realising that the medical bay must be under attack. Oopenheimer reached the medical bay, swong clarke off his shoulder and placed him on a medi bed, two medics ran over and began to check him over. Oopenheimer didn't want to stay whilst the medics examined Clarke so he reloaded his Guass rifle and made his way to Bravo company's position who where defending the medical bay. The noise of machine gun fire could now be heard even more than before and the alien screaming was getting louder, just as he was about to turn a corner a plasma bolt fizzed right infront of him and into a bulkhead. Ok Oopenheimer thought to himself, on three i'm going to dive around the corner and cawl to bravo company's position, 1..2..3. Oopenheimer jumped out from round the corner onto the floor and it took him a second or two to realise what he was seeing, the entire bravo company was on the floor bleeding and there was just one marine manning a M60 heavy machine gun, and next to him a pile of empty cartridges. Oopenheimer got up and made his way to the gunners position as there seemed to be a break in the enemy attack.

"Looks like you could do with some help marine" Oopenheimer stated

The marine gave a grunt and began checking his weapon.

"What happened here marine, whats your name marine?" inquired Oopenheimer.

"Sargent Bray, Bravo Company, we were told to defend this room at all costs so the medical bay didn't get over run. We survieved the first couple of waves with a couple of casulties, then a human came running through the door, well we thought he was human, he made his way over to out positition and went to out CO, then he exploded killing half the company. Guts and brains everywhere, then before we knew it the enemies came through the door and in the confusion killed the rest of the company except for me, i gunned them down with my M60, i have been here for about 20 minutes just cutting them in half as they get through the door."

As Bray finished Oopenheimer took out a comm device from his robotic leg and spoke into it, "Major Price."

"Sir" came the response

"Leave half of your men to defend the north corridor and bring the other half to the southern corridor to relieve Bravo company" Oopenheimer ordered

"Sir yes sir, eta 2 minutes, Price out" Major Price responded.

"OK Sargent we are going to be relieved in a couple of minutes lets give it to these bastards" Just as he finished another wave of enemy infantry began to pile in through the door, some tripping over bodies of their comrades who had already been killed. Bray opened up with his M60 cutting down the first 10 or so that got into the room, then his gun jammed.

"Crap, its jammed cover me!" Oopenheimer began firing his gauss rifle into the doorway, the super fast guass rounds where killing upto 5 or 6 of the enemy infantry who were standing behind the one who got hit originally, Bray drew his Colt .45 pistol, the same model pistol that was used by the Unied States Military two hundred years ago in the second world war. Bray janked bag the cocking mechanism with his left hand whilst unloading a clip into the enemies that where coming through the door. With a satisfying clicking sound Bray said, "Fixed" he holstered his pistol and leveled the M60's sights then opened fire with the M60, shreadding the enemy infantry as they came through the door.

A minute later Major Price, and his marines charged into the room taking up Bravo company's former postition and firing even more rounds at the advancing enemy infantry, with this the enemy retreated. "Glad you could make it, Major" Oopenheimer said.

"Looks like you needed some help, whats been happening?"

Sargent Bray briefed Major Price and made sure that they didn't make the same mistake as Bravo Company, Bray concluded "...even if it looks human, cut it down."

"Ok we are all done hear Sargent, come with me." Oopenheimer ordered

"Yes sir" replied Sargent Bray

Oopenheimer and Bray made their way back to the medical bay, as they got in Oopenheimer walked over to Clarkes bed, Bray was right behind him, "How are you doing buddy?"

"Not good old man, the round cut my femoral artery and they cant reattach it, i have maybe ten minutes before i bleed to death." Clarke said, and then coughed up some blood.

Oopenheimer looked angry, "What no you cant be..."

Clarke started laughing, "Oh my god you believed me, i had you going man, damn you should have seen your face. I'll be ok the round just hit the meat, it was a richochet so it didn't even go that deep, it will be sore for a few days but then it will be good as new."

"You evil little bugger!" shouted Oopenheimer punching Clarke on the arm.

[Choryo]

Clark got up, cringing in pain as he put his injured leg down.
"Bray, give me your gun,"
"But sir, I need my g-"
"Give me the gun. Direct order"
Sergeant Bray gave Colonel Clark his AMP5 gauss carbine. Equipped with a 30 round magazine, the weapon was slowly being brought into the Terran League's defense forces. Colonel Clark checked the magazine and ran to the door, taking cover. He peeked out seeing a guard wipe sweat off his forehead. The guard suddenly fell over, his head twisted to his behind. A cloaked figure revealed itself, in a fleshly exoskeleton.
"Aw shit" Colonel Clark and Colonel Oopenheimer said in unison as the thing began walking towards them.
"I've had enough of this" Colonel Clark said and started firing. The creature went into cloak.

Originally posted by NinjaCombatAce

[Choryo]

On the Daikrenter...

Praetor Shashint's beady eyes still gaped in disbelief, looking at the huge crater that was once Tau. Disbelief turning to rage he smashed his encased fist into an officer standing next to him, turning the hapless victim's head into a pile of goo.
"Praetor," his second in command said nervously, "there is a large amount of spacial debris from the explosion head for the fleet, I highly recommed pulling back the fleet a bit to a safe distance till the rubble is past us ... if it is in your infinite wisdom."
"Afraid of a little dust?" glared the Praetor, "No, our shields will protect us."
"But Preator, what of the rest of the armada? Most of the fleet does not have the shielding to repel such a bombardment."
"Bah! Our armada can withstand a little rain of pebbles."
Just then a "pebble" the size of a heavy cruiser flew by the veiwport.

originally Posted by C480053

[Choryo]

"Keep firing!" Clark said, as the creature uncloaked behind a soldier, ripping his head off. Clark fired a shot that hit the cloaking device. The creature shuddered, and the device sparked. The creature ran towards Oopenheimer, and whacked him into a wall, knocking him down.
Clark ran to Oopenheimer and pulled the trigger. He wasted his last shot on the cloaking device. Oopenheimer pulled out a magazine and tossed it over the creature. Clark grabbed it, put it into the receiver, and pulled the charging handle back in one swift motion. He then began firing fully automatic, the bullets piercing the creatures flesh.
"Run!" Clark screamed as the creature began making a high pitched sound. Clark and Oopenheimer ran around an intersection, as the creature exploded.
"What the hell was that thing?!" Clark screamed.

Originally Posted by NinjaCombat Ace

[Choryo]

--- On The Daikrenter ---

Another giant boulder smashed into the shielding of the Daikrenter, this time sending the flagship and it's crew reeling. "Praetor shields down to 34%, two of our cruisers have been disabled and one of our carrier's engines are down! Perhaps we should withdraw" screamed an officer, clutching his display console.
"Bah! We shall use the Terran's rocks against them, bring the fleet into the shadow of their ships!" commanded the Praetor.
"But Praetor, many of their ships are jumping to hyperspace!"
"Fool! Are there no wrecks, no disabled ships to shield ourselves? Lay a course behind the largest of the fleet."
"Yes, Praetor."
The flagship neared the Prometheus, just as a conglomerate of a burned out Terran hull and rock to match it's size slammed into the daikrenter.
"Praetor, the shields are down!"
"No matter, we are safe for the moment."

--- On the Prometheus ---

Clark, Oopenheimer, and Bray hurried down the lenghth of the ship, strangely encountering no resistance. "Where are they?" Commented Bray. He was answered by a new set of alarms. "Engineering, they must've disabled the engines by the sound of it," replied Oopenheimer. The three stopped running as the grim reality settled on them. No engines, no escape. Through a viewport they saw flashes of light, the engaging of hyper drives, blotted out by the prow of the Daikrenter as it sailed into veiw.

"Well, I've got 20 credits saying that we can board that thing," mused Clark. He started down the hallway, his companions in suit, determined to take down as many Gasod as possible. Two minutes later Clark suddenly swivled around and tossed Brey's weapon back to him. The no unarmed Clark then disappeared into an alcove and emerged, trying to pry off the death grip of a severed arm, clutching a P90. Clark mumbled under his breath,"Damn soldier loved his gun." They continued on, coming across a combat bay. Inside they saw a boarding craft with two Gasod guarding it. " You thinking what I'm thinking," winked Oopenheimer.

Originally Posted By C480053

[Choryo]

"Two Gasod? Simple. Bray, stay here. Oopenheimer, with me." Clark said, as they stealthfully walked across the pathway above the bay.
"Uh sir, whats the plan?" Bray said over the radio.
"Simple, you get their attention, we'll fire." Oopenheimer said.
"I hate you, sir," Bray said. He got up on the walkway and started shouting. The two Gasod guards turned towards him and readied their weapons. Clark and Oopenheimer popped up from behind and slit their throats, sending blue blood everywhere. Oopenheimer walked to a door that was ajar, and opened it, with his flashlight on.
"Oh god no!" a voice said.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm one of you," Oopenheimer said. Inside the door, twelve men were hiding, waiting to get onto the boarding craft and jump to a friendly planet. Colonel Clark explained the plan to them.
"Thats it? Board their most defended ship and begin firing on their own ships?"
"Basically," Clark said, looking at the controls. "Are you coming or not?" Clark said, turning around. As he turned around, he saw the twelve men, Oopenheimer, and Bray strapping theirselves in. Clark smiled, and the ship lurched forward.
"Prometheus Command, this is Clark. Requesting clearance of taking Foxtrot security to the Daikrenter."
"What the? Are you crazy? You'll never make it!" a voice said over the radio.
"We've made it this far. Lets push a bit farther," Clark said. The ship skipped over a crate and went through the landing bay, slowly. The ship began hovering, and flew out of the bay. The Prometheus shook as plasma batteries opened up on it. Much of the fleet begn to jump to the planet of Sirius, a well defended base of operations.
"Colonel Clark, you will be designated Foxtrot Alpha. You are aware that you will not be able to jump in the boarding craft, right?"
"Yes, I am. We're twenty-hundred meters to the Daikrenter. Preparing to board in fighter bay twelve.
"All ships, all ships! Do not engage the boarding craft that left from the Prometheus. I repeat, do not engage!"
The small ship flew through the gap between the fleets, as the Prometheus split into pieces.
"Ten hundred meters!"
The enemies firing had slowed down, as the ships that are unable to jump got farther away. The Daikrenter's hull began to pulse. Clark pulled the craft down, as a bright blue beam raced overhead. Multiple ships exploded.
"Two hundred meters!"
Debris from Tau flew by the craft, shielding its approach.
"Prepare for a docking!"
The ship landed in the empty fighter bay, as the door closed behind them. The door opened, and the soldiers poured out, securing the area around the ship. Clark, Oopenheimer, and Bray then went out, and looked around.
"What is that smell?" Bray said. The inside of the Daikrenter was much like a hive of the Gasod.
"First time aboard a Gasod ship?" Oopenheimer said, and stabbed the wall with his knife. He found a nerve like object that opened the door. The soldiers ran through. Four Gasod guards stood, their backs away from the soldiers. They were massacred, their bodies all crumpling from the massive firepower.
"Control room is this way, but we have to pass the barracks," the unit leader said.
"Lucky us..." Clark said.

Originally Posted By NinjaCombatAce

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"Hand me another grenade," asked Oopenheimer motioning to a marine. The team had been lucky so far, meeting little resistence along the way. Oopenheimer with his past experience was able to the disable all bio-alarms they came across, preventing the enemy from knowing of their presence. "You know, with all these disabled alamrs, aren't they gonna get suspicious?" querried Clark.
"Nah, the alarms are all hooked up to a central nerve core, any disabled alarms go under an automatic heal sequence. If you trip them the nerve core sets off an alert," replied Oopenheimer.
"That doesn't sound smart." piped up Bray.
"The Gasod are pretty good at this biomesh stuff, but they haven't mastered it.
"How up to date is your information?" asked Clark dubiously.
"Enough," replied Oopenheimer, "hold up, I think we're coming across another barracks, same drill guys."

The walls of the ship were made of a sort of semi-opaque biamaterial, only letting a trace of shadow appear on the other side if one was leaning on it. The soldiers each paired up, one ready to pierce the thin wall and dispose of the nearby Gasod, and another to cover them hole that was made. The ones that would pierce the barrier readied their combat knives. "On my mark," whispered Oopenheimer, "mark" The walls opened to the knives, and each of the piercing marines grabbed an unwary Gasod, slitting their throats, spilling their discolored blood over the floor. The other marines follow suit, one throwing a grenade into the barracks while the others laid down a field of fire. This was the third time they had done this, and a third time that all were slaughtered.

---Meanwhile, at the bridge---

Shasnit tapped his gauntlet over his control pad impatiently. The string of disabled alarms was troubling. The biotech guild had upgraded the fleet's internal security system, letting the crew know of disabled systems. What was the most troubling was the string of vandalism was ever nearing the bridge, and no one was reporting in around those blacked out areas. "Ready the Silent Guard, position them along the main hallway." If the Praetor's suspicions were correct, the intruders would be massacred.

--- Back to the strike team ---

Checking their position at a nearby ship directory, the team continued toward the bridge. "You know, with all this advanced technology, why don't the Gasod have a decent internal security force?" asked Bray.
"They rely mostly on the on board troops as their security, and with the invasion most of them are on the ground. As for automated security, the arrogant SOB's would never expect an attack from the inside." Answered Oopenheimer.
"Arrogant SOB's indeed." mused Clark, stepping into a broad hallway, "this must be it, the bridge is through that door."
With anticiption of the upcoming fight, the men hurried down the oddly decorated hall, none watching their backs till they were at their destination. There was a control pillar off to the left. The marines dispersed and set up a defensive perimeter at the back while Oopenheimer set to work, hacking the locking systems.

Bray looked around nervously, something wasn't right. It wasn't the mysterious black panelling spreading throughout the floor, ceiling and walls. Was it? Suddenly the room was filled with distortions of light, coming out of the floor, the ceiling, the walls. six of the marines were dragged through the floor and ceiling, their screams telling of their gruesome fates. Two distortions came through each side of the wall, and one droped from the ceiling. Recovering from shock, the remaining marines formed a circle around Oopenheimer and blazed away at anything that moved. A lucky grenade felled half of the attackers, two were cut down by rifle fire. Replying in kind the stealthed Gasod cut down two of the marines with their plasma weapons while another came into the circle, ripped out a marines skull and beat him to death with it (yes, I know its physically impossible) before he and his comrades were reduced to corpses by Clark's P90 and Bray's AMP5 gauss carbine.

"Got it," said Oopenheimer, "what did I miss?"

Originally Posted By C480053

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"Just get down!" Clark screamed, firing his P90. A soldier's body flew into the wall.
"Holy shit!" Oopenheimer screamed, running to cover. More of the Gasod flew from the walls. Oopenheimer fired his M4 with Beta C mag.
"Colonel! I don't think we can withstand much more of this!" Bray said, as he fired his sidearm.
"Agreed. Oopenheimer, take point, get us to the control room, NOW!" Clark screamed. Oopenheimer led, followed by Bray, Clark, and three soldiers, letting loose a stream of fire. Clark pushed the three soldiers into the control room. He stood still as a Gasod limped towards him, the ceremonial Ka-Tra sword on his body.
"You just don't give up, do you?" Clark said, emptying his magazine on him. Clark ran to the control room, and standing there was Praetor Shasnit.
"Foolish humans! You cannot destroy the Gasod! There are many more of us. You shall perish shortly. We will dev-"
"I've had enough of your bullshit," Clark said, as the soldiers opened fire. The Praetor brought up a personal shield, and the bullets stopped, creating a pile infront of the Praetor.
"Fire in the hole!" Oopenheimer said, tossing his last grenade. The blast didn't do anything.
The Praetor began to laugh, and disappeared in a bright light.
"Quick, get to a console," Oopenheimer said. Clark jumped onto the commanders chair.
"Damnit," Oopenheimer said. He pushed a dead Gasod out of the way and sat down. "Prepping soliton cannon. Weapon is charged, locking onto enemy cruiser cluster. Five...four...three...two...one...mark," Oopenheimer said, as the bright blue ball raced forward, dissintagrating multiple cruisers.
"Acquiring second target. Five..four...three...two...one...mark,". The beam illuminated the control deck, as more ships crumpled.
"Damnit, they found us, and they launched interceptors off the carrier," Clark said.
"Target is locked on interceptors. Five...four...three...two...one...mark." The hundred interceptors disappeared. "Lock on the carrier. Five..four...three...two...one...mark," Oopenheimer said, as the carrier exploded.

Originally Posted by NinjaComatAce

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The Preator landed head first onto the floor of the central nerve core, his head swimming from the emergency teleport. The Terrans may have won this fight, but Shashint would not let them savor their victory. Activating the energy blades in his gauntlet, he stared cutting at the nerve endings of the core, the ship's "brain". His first bundle of strands severed were for the main soliton cannon. Next would be helm control, then life support... and then, hull integrity.

--- On the Bridge ---

"What the hell?" screamed Oopenheimer as the cannon fizzled and died. "You there, check that screen for any blinking red lights." The marine obeyed, checking the screen. "Sir, there's a light next something that looks like circle with a unch of lines coming out of it."
"Dammit, that means that someone's messing with the central core! We've got to get down there."
"How do you know..."
"Years of training and espionage work, now if I can just remeber how to work a site to site transport.."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Of course its dangerous, but we're all dead if we let whoever is tampering with the core cuts life support!"
"Ok, but can we wal..."
The marine had no time to finish his sentence as Oopenheimer initiated the teleport sequence.

--- In the Core ---

A bit of rational thought came to the Praetor. He had a legion of elite troops still on board, and only a handful of terrans had made it aboard, it would be a pity if the ship went to waste over so few. Setting down his blade, he had enough time to see the shimmer of a teleport before he dove behind the cover of the core itself.

***

Clark, and Bray looked around. "Where's Oopenheimer?"
"Bridge."
"Well I guess its us and the two ... HOLY SHIT!"
Above Clark, Bray and the now lone marine looked up at the inverted mass of flesh that was the other marine, hanging from some nerve cords. Shaking the fear of "what if's" the three readied their weapons and spread out through the core's circular chamber. The lone marine was unlucky to run into Shashint. The scream was cut short as the flesh-eating Praetor expanded his mandibles and ripped off the hapless marine's head. Clark and Bray came running, stopping at the other end of the chamber, each readying their weapons, staring with pools of malice towards the laughing monster, tensing for a fight. The marine head rolled across the floor in a tumbleweed like manner. The fates were set.

Originally Posted By C480053

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End Season One. Good job guys, way to contribute.
*begins Season Two trailler*
Outnumbered
*cuts to battle before the control room*
Outgunned
*cuts to the soliton cannon destroying the Prometheus*
Outsmarted
*cuts to the Praetor cutting stuff*
*cues epic music*
Clark-Lets move it! We have Gasod coming in!
Oopenheimer-What?! They regrouped that fast?!
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Bray-This is Lieutennant Bray. I've got an enemy destroyed approaching station X496. They're going to board us.
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Clark-Life support is about to go out. We have to do something...Oopenheimer?
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Oopenheimer-Eat this you shitfuuuuuucks!
*Oopenheimer fires a light machine gun*
New enemies...
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Clark-You're defecting?
Voice-No, I'm living out my patriotic duty.
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New allies
Voice-Captain Nick Grimsfeld, reporting for duty.
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New challenges
Clark-Enemy carrier is closing in! Interceptors launched!
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Clark-I don't think we've seen anything like this before.
Oopenheimer-Who cares, just kill the fuckers before the nuke goes off.
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Season Two premieres this Friday at four, on the Dark Hope channel.
*music cuts off*

Originally Posted By NinjaCombatAce

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OOC: i have just stored the first season as a word file and here are some stats:

Length: 13 Pages
7,427 Words
35,106 Characters
563 Sentences