Defender_16

Had some ideas that could be used in Rebellion 2 scenarios Perhaps. The first would allow people to send ships to the outer sections of a system. (Perhaps even blockading the system if all outer system areas are occupied by enemy fleets?) In any case, fleets in the outer system would allow a Re-enforcement Tab to be available in Fleet Battle mode if another fleet attacks the inner system. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/SWR2Mapideas.gif http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/SWR2Mapideas2.gif Upon calling for re-enforcements you would have to select what part of the fleet battle area the new ships would microjump to from outside the battle. So, ideas?

Yes it's the correct order. The Movement of the Imperial fleet hase to be setup before Dorja meets them.

After you say 'kick ass' or awesome about someone's work about 30 or 40 times it seems to lose it's meaning. Supercalifragelisticexpialidocious?

If this hadn't alread been posted I'd be welcoming people to guess what was going to happen next and so on. Perhaps even suggestions on what people would like to see. + + + The sound of several thousand Imperial officers and troops snapping to attention echoed across the large ferrocrete landing pad at Agamar's military spaceport. High Admiral Dreks Burgan walked almost casually down the extended ramp of his personal Shuttle. A tall lanky man of mixed Coruscant and Corellian ancestry, he wore a somewhat bemused expression most of the time. The Shuttle's white finish sparkled in the morning sunlight marred only by the bright Imperial crests on the nose and wings. The Admiral had just reached the base of the ramp when he was joined by a larger man in an Imperial Army General's uniform. Jerej Richardson stood at least as tall as Admiral Burgan but was much broader. Most people that saw him expected that he was or soon would be overweight and were surprised to find out he was in good shape. The two men walked down the wide aisle between large formations of Stormtroopers and toward the waiting Moff of the Lahara Sector. Jerej leaned in closer to the Admiral for just a second and whispered to him. "Third formation on the left is looking a bit ragged." A smirk tugged at the Admiral's lips. The two of them had been playing this game for many years now. "The second formation back on the right looks just as bad." He replied. The General tilted his head just enough to see the other trooper formations out of the corner of his eye. "I think they were rotated in from Vinsoth by the look of them." "You only think? You must be slipping Jerej." "Well it was either Vinsoth or they were shipped in from Coruscant's lower levels." "Ah, your uncertainty makes all the more sense now." "You don't have to get all smart about it." The two men kept quiet until they were standing in front of Moff Naz Thorin who immediately offered them his hand. "Welcome to Lahara Sector Admiral Burgan. It's always such a pleasure to meet such an outstanding officer like yourself." "Likewise Moff Thorin." Dreks responded easily. "This is General Richardson. He heads up my ground forces among other things." "General Richardson, yes. I must tell you I have studied the landings in the last Mon Cal war quite extensively. It was quite brilliant." The General put a hand to his chest. "I think I'm going to blush, no one has ever spoken so highly of my work before." At Dreks' stare he pushed on. "But an army is only as good as the navy that lands it." "How true. Admiral, I believe the conference should be assembling by know. If you'll follow me?" They stepped into a modified armoured ground transport which whisked them into a bunker complex leading underground. The vehicle followed a down sloping ramp around several corners before levelling out into a straight away. The happy almost eccentric sounding old man that the Moff had been on the surface was replaced by a serious grim man as they went farther underground. "While we're waiting, just between us, how much danger is my sector in Admiral?" Both of the lower ranking men sighed. "How much danger your sector is going to be in will depend very much on what is decided in this counsel. I think I can say without doubt though that this will be very serious. If you haven't called up reserves yet do so once the meeting is over. We are getting ready for a possible worst case scenario, you should do the same." He didn't bother telling the Moff that he had already been given full authority in this matter. This entire section of the Empire could be in jeopardy if he screwed up. + + + "Gentlemen what do we know?" Asked the High Admiral as he stood at the head of the large conference table. Before anyone could break the silence he moved on. "I don't want to know what you think, what do we actually know? Knowledge we know to be fact." The other high ranking leaders in attendance kept quiet. Select leaders from every major Imperial force from Vijun to Ithor were present for the conference. Most of them as Moffs out ranked the Admiral, but the smart ones knew that if he weren’t competent the young upstart Admiral would have been dead some time past. "For more than two weeks no communications of any kind have been received from Yaga Minor. We know Admiral Dorja was assembling a fleet about midway between Sinsang and Bimmiel. A partially damaged communications beacon recovered by a recon team indicated that Dorja had received a distress signal from Bastion before his carriers arrived. He then left the com beacon behind for the carriers and jumped to Bastion. When the carriers arrived at the rendezvous point we can assume they were ambushed by a waiting force. Debris of two Skipray Blastboats was also found. Analysis indicates they were destroyed perhaps a day later than the carriers. One of the few registry numbers found in the remains places them as part of the Blastboat unit assigned to Dorja's Command ship the Ardent. When attempts to contact the fleet by hypercom failed the commander of the Strike Cruiser which had found the wreckage ordered that they pull back. As such there was little chance to more thoroughly scour the debris." Admiral Burgan waved to General Richardson who was waiting off to the side to activate the holo projector. The projection came up displaying a large swath of the galaxy. Some areas were darkened either with a light grey mist or dark grey. "This is the blackout zone." Continued the Admiral, pointing to the dark grey section. "The area in which we have been receiving no reports or information from. There is also the grey zone. The areas affected by the holocom disruptions but are still maintaining contact with the fleet. This contact remains intermittent and unreliable." Many of the Moffs nodded. Only a few of those present commanded worlds which were un-affected. "No ships that have entered the blackout zone in the past two weeks have come out. The zone extends from the Atrivis sector into the unknown regions as well as out to the Tingel Arm. Because of this blackout condition we will be sending in two large battle fleets. They will converge at Yaga Minor where this incident seems to have started. Each of these fleets will have additional Star Destroyers left behind acting as Hypercom relays. Because of the importance of this situation ships and vehicles are being stripped from any nearby systems and sectors to aid in this offensive. Due to it's proximity we are going to take as few ships as possible from the Lahara Sector as we may end up using them as a reserve force. Each group will have one central Command class Destroyer, twelve Imperator or Imperial II Destroyers and Upgrade series Victory Destroyers. There will be a minimum four carriers and dozens of support ships. Any ship that can be brought in from nearby without dramatically weakening the defences of worlds will be used. He paused and looked around the table. "Are there any overwhelming objections to the course I've laid out?" Slowly responses of 'No' began to echo across the table. "Good... I want these two forces assembled within the week, if not sooner. We will find out what is behind these blackouts and fleet disappearances." 015 http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/TalesNSO-Trialsmap.gif

What are you talking about? My Avatar is Windows Vista AIDS edition, yours is... PS3? *Google* Oooooooh. It's some other operating system.

It's still 8:30PM here on the 31st. I didn't really take it for an April fools Joke budious. Anyways I'll be sure keep an eye on this and cheer you on as mush as I did Eleven Thirty One's project. Um... here's hoping your's goes smoother? *Shrug*

Guys I posted that like 2 weeks ago. Still awesome though.

+ + + Hyperspace swirled past the bridge viewports much as they had for the past untold hours. Crew went through their duty shifts, keeping rested and alert young officers at the necessary bridge stations. Even Commander Wintle had opted to take a respite while Lt. Commander Kerrick now stood in. It would be six more hours before they dropped out of hyperspace near Toprawa. Then he felt the all to familiar surge through the deck plating. "Premature hyperspace reversion!" Shouted the helmsman as the Ardent was yanked out of hyperspace by it’s safety interrupts. Ahead were the other ships of the convoy and a dark green gas giant planet. Wintle and the navigators on the Ardent didn't make foul ups in hyperspace jumps. The Commander had been in charge of a hyperspace mapping ship before his transfer to Destroyers. Something was wrong. "Report!" Kerrick was fast to respond. "Our course for Toprawa was altered somehow. It's possible it was off by as much as four degrees." The operations officer was quick to chime in. "That’s near impossible sir. Someone would have had to slice into our systems to cause an error that big." "We may have been vulnerable when docked to the station." Kerrick suggested. "We linked our systems into the remaining operational computers around the slipway." "Did our systems pick up any slicer programs trying to get into our computers from the station?" "There's no way to be sure. We powered down whole sections of the ship while we were conducting repairs. A program could have drawn power from the station's reserves to run secondary computer backups. The main computer can sometimes detect even that kind of infiltration but we had it turned off for nearly an hour at one point while re-initializing the processors and sensor arrays." "When were the computers turned off." Dorja directly asked the officer. The younger man grimaced. "Just before the Rebel attack." "I think I'll have to have a talk with our Prisoner later. For now we need to find out where we are and find a safe haven for these civilians. Ops, try and see if you can track down any slicer programs floating around. Check into the backups if you have to. Commander lets get this convoy into a high orbit around the gas giant. I want to be ready to get out of the gravity well if we need to jump again." "Yes sir." + + + "Contacts." Called out sensors. "Bayonet class light cruiser and a CC-9600 Frigate. IFF marks them as independents. Mercenaries." "There are private defence fleets in this area not allied with the Rebels." Mused the Admiral. "Try checking the database for a match." “Aye sir.â€

Don't make me do it Eagle. Don't make me use the unit colour tool in Dawn of War to make a better card... ( jk )

Where are you finding these J?

Noticed this on the Penny Arcade News page. New Sam & Max game.

“New Course plotted. All Civilian ships will be ready to jump in two minutes.â€

Nice find J. Boy, it's a good thing it's a Laser then. (Seriously though, would a Cap-ship grade Ion Cannon be better you think? I can't decide.)

I think you sent me the wong PM. lol

Anyone going to see this? Trailer on Youtube

Happy Birthday! (2L of Beer? That must have been pritty weak stuff!)

A slight Twist on the Y-wing design just in time for the New Sith Order. The Y-wing Mark II with a Turbolaser turret! http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/NSOY-wingMk2Turbolaser.gif

+ + + Another hour had passed since the Rebel had been captured. Dorja listened to Trooper Taulen's report over the com in his ready room. "Casualties were not as bad as they could have been. One trooper killed and three others wounded. We were lucky that none of the other warheads on the hoversled exploded. An AT-ST driver had shot a big enough hole in the flooring in front of the cart that it couldn't avoid it. The driver was ejected from the sled from the impact then a dozen of my troopers stunned her." "Fine. Start moving your men back to the ship. We're spending far too long here and pushing our luck. If any of your men can help with the repair work get them on it. If we arn't finished the basic repairs in six hours we are going to launch." "Aye sir. I'll still keep a small force of my men posted through the station interior near the dock. I'll talk to the repair crew Chief about sending some troopers to move the blast deflector panels into place. Should assist with a fast launch. Taulen out." Once the channel had closed Dorja leaned back in his chair. He was getting too old for this. It hadn't even been a full day since they docked here yet it felt like they were never going to leave. + + + Dorja woke with a start to the sounds of "Admiral to the bridge" blaring over the inter-ship com. He had fallen asleep leaning back in his chair and had been that way for several hours. The door to his ready room hissed open at his approach, a brisk stride fast getting him up to the command walkway. Wintle turned to him as he approached. "Sevanar reports ships hypering into the system. Imperial and civilian IFF contacts." "What kind of ships are they?" "An older Destroyer... Right to Rule, a Carrack cruiser, Civilian passenger liners, freighters and light transport craft." "Get me the Captain of that Destroyer." “Channel open.â€

Mad, that has got to be one of the funniest things I've seen all month. Or signs that Zoot has taken over the world perhaps? These things are neat.

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That still is so kick ass. ROFL!

I knew you were going to say that. Anyways I've topped out at about 43 posts worth of the Original NSO writings. I've got some more Rebel related posts that take place a little while after but haven't setup inbetween pieces to connect them to the main story section. + + + The A-wing crept forward on repulsors. Floodlight, transponder, and active sensors powered down to prevent detection. Few of the overhead lights in the cargo corridors still worked after years of abandonment and those that did were very dim. Rays of light were reflected into parts of the station interior through holes in the hull. Shadows and debris made even intact walls seem ominous. The pilot used manoeuvring jets, thrusting forward instead of lighting up the powerful Novaldex engines and creating a visible light source. Something glinted in the shadows to the right. There was a hole in the wall that had been obscured because of the darkness. Inside was a cargo hold filled with old Tie parts. The pilot was about to continue forward again when he noticed that the blast marks surrounding the hole were much newer. When the Rebel pilot turned to look more closely at the Tie parts Jag fired. Despite the closeness, the Gauntlet's laser convergence system put the linked fire from all six cannon in a fifty centimetre area. Right through the cockpit bubble canopy. The A-wing dropped to the floor, wisps of smoke trailing from it as escaping oxygen in the life systems allowed a small fire a few seconds of life. Jag brought all of the systems back up and punched up power to the com system. "Fel to any Imperial units, scratch one Rebel." "Copy that Colonel." Came the voice of one of his pilots, probably Tarth Elsin. The signal was faint and scratchy but still understandable. "We only have one more fighter to account for. The Admiral want's you to know tha-... Uh oh." "Report Lieutenant." "I found the last fighter... it's empty." Jag scrolled through the command menu then locked onto the IFF signal Tarth's fighter was putting out. "Hold your position, I'm coming to you. Can you describe the area?" "It's off a tertiary intersection. A tight fit. The fighter is sitting in an abandoned machine shop. Let me just move my fighter to get a better look." "Don't get yourself killed. Keep your eyes open." "I've been scanning that area on full active. There is no one here. Oh my..." There was a pause of five or six seconds, each of which Jag expected to end with his pilot screaming for help. "Sir It looks like the missile loading ports have been opened on the A-wing. It's a fairly large bore system, Heavy Rockets by the look of it. There are spent casings for two and room for two... maybe four more." "I'm almost there. Is anything missing from the shop?" "There... there is a patch of floor that's clear of debris. It looks about the size of a repulsor cart." + + + Dorja fumed. "Commander I want checks to be sure that everyone that goes aboard the station is armed and prepared for enemy contact. There may only be one Rebel aboard but that Rebel has weapons capable of seriously harming our ship." "We've pulled some of the Stormtroopers that we had assigned to use missile launchers outside the station to patrol it's interior. Colonel Fel and his wing man are on their way back to the Ardent to rearm. He also reported another cash of Tie parts but they were much older than the others we've found." "The stations and shipyards in this part of the galaxy used to keep a compliment of TIE/ln fighters before they were phased out. The Interceptors might not have been cheap enough for the station Commander at the time so he kept a stockpile. That's my theory." "Sir, the Rebels use older model Tie craft sometimes if they can't build their own. We know there are elements hiding on the planet and that a Star Destroyer was hijacked from this station before it was decommissioned. They may have been maintaining this slipway for all these years." "Training flights have strafed this station a hundred times. The instructors would notice if parts were repaired..." Dorja turned and gave the younger man a sideways glance. "Unless some of the instructors were traitors." "I'll file an Intelligence report when we get back sir." "With this new threat I doubt we'll ever spare the ships to properly search that planet for bases. We're certainly in no shape to start random bombardments and have a few squadrons swarm up at us." "No sir." The Admiral stood looking out the forward viewports at the toxic clouds shrouding the surface of the planet below. "When the last of our damaged or destroyed vehicles have been recovered send a team to pick up the two A-wings in the station. One is supposed to be undamaged the other needing only minimal repair. If we have to we can press them into service." + + + Wing pairs of Tie Gauntlet's flew patrols around the slipway and Ardent. Jag and his wingman had been ordered to land and get four hours sleep once they had returned from their search and destroy mission. Now they were back out on patrol while the other pilots took their short rest shift. It had been five hours since the last A-wing fighter had been found empty. Jag and Tarth were waiting for clearance to go back into the station and begin a search for the Rebel. Before that happened the hanger techs had to finish repairs on some of the Interceptors to fly CAP in their place. The repair work on the Ardent was becoming noticeable. Many of the largest gaps and holes in the hull had been covered by grey unpainted armour plate. Lower priority items like the hole in the ceiling of the main bay had not even been looked at yet. The AT-AT crews knowing they would be of little use in a space battle had suggested mounting the heads of their vehicles in the holes left by the destroyed quad laser mounts. Given another thirty minutes the Ardent would have her external weapons increased by eight Laser Cannon. The now disabled vehicles were being cut into scrap to patch smaller holes if there was enough time. With most of the raw materials now moved to the Ardent, or soon to be placed aboard, the station was fast becoming Stormtrooper territory. Somehow without the notice of the ship’s senior officers the troopers had moved two AT-ST's over to the station and set them up in the cargo mover corridors. The sight of the walkers inside the station had improved the morale of those still working inside, so the senior officers had decided to ignore how useless they would actually be. An hour passed before messages started to come in on one of the main Stormtrooper Com bands. "This is DV-493, I believe I've spotted the Rebel. I'm farther into the station, almost to the main axis." The launch bay techs were still not finished the repairs to the Interceptors so Jag held his breath and waited. "DV-493, attempt to capture the Rebel if you can. We have troops converging on your general area." "Roger..." Reported the trooper. Within seconds he was back on. "Wait something is wrong." A large explosion rocked the centerline of the station about where the trooper's transmission had been coming from. After that the transmissions became a mess. "Rebel on a hover sled!" "Fire!" "AT-ST is moving up." Flashes of cannon fire back-lit the interior through viewports and holes in the hull. There were dozens of blue flashes and then things began to quiet down. + + + "Akeyiro Taulen to Ardent come in." Came the voice of the ship's trooper commander. "This is Dorja go ahead." Replied the Admiral into his comlink. "The station is secure. We have the Rebel... Alive." 011

No, you don't understand. It was 15 degrees C through the day then we got snow after the sun went down. So technically the weather forcasters wern't wrong, they just could have been more right.

Last Friday we had a forcast of 15 Degrees with a chance of Snow. (Which we did end up getting.) For all US residents that's about ~60 Degrees with a chance of snow.

I knew about the 8888-8888 phone number but why would someone want to pay so much for a phone number with all sixes? Sucker: "I will sell my soul to be a rich oil Baron." Devil: "Fine, but you have to buy a really satanic phone number or I'll cut off your cash flow somehow."