Defender_16

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"Don't slow the attack!" yelled Captain Leigh over the unit frequency. "Keep it moving we have to reach those c-" The com popped then filled with static. At the same moment the Captain's IFF transponder dropped off of sensors. A high powered transmission relayed by one of the Corvettes focused on Leda's fighter. "Lieutenant Sundar this is Colonel Ralthan. You are now in command of the 380th!" "Acknowledged sir!" She instantly replied then switched to the unit frequency. "This is Sundar, all fighters continue on as planned. If you want out of here today then you'd better make sure those enemy Corvettes are dead!" Wrenching the flight stick to the side, Leda heeled her fighter over narrowly dodging a burst of beam cannon fire. Increasing throttle she angled toward the nearest of the enemies' oncoming spherical corvettes. Ignoring a hit to her fighters' aft she switched to Torpedoes and fired both at the two hundred meter starship. The torpedo pair crossed the distance in five seconds, piercing through the protective energy shields and then punching through the outer armour before exploding. Half of the ship seemed to expand outward like a balloon before bursting open into a fireball. Following fast behind the torpedoes Leda had just enough time to make a hard turn around the expanding debris cloud. Dozens of other corvettes making up the enemy attack formation exploded from weapon hits as the Republic starfighters tore through their ranks. The Corvettes responded by firing the single oversized beam weapons in arcs, trying to swat the tiny fighters out of space. Starfighters from both sides dodged furiously to avoid the deadly weapons fire. Leda rolled in toward an undamaged corvette firing cannon and missiles into it's shields in an attempt to draw it's attention. A second fighter was able to get in behind the distracted Corvette and fire a torpedo into it's main sublight drive. It's engine died and secondary explosions slowly began to rip through the ship as it began to drift out of control. With more than half of the corvette opposition cleared away the two flights of Shallan Assault Corvettes came rocketing into the engagement. Particle beam turrets targeted enemy starfighter that came too close while their heavy rapid-fire pulse cannons blew away any corvettes in their way. The Republic starfighter squadrons were down by nearly one third of their strength by now and the remaining enemy fighters were showing no signs of fleeing. A few more minutes of fighting brought down the last of the enemy Corvette force. "All hostile Corvettes... have been neutralized Colonel." reported Sundar breathing hard. "Get us the hell out of here!"

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Pritty much. Though I consider Raiders of the Lost Ark to be more of a classic than something weird. @Tex: (Since PM's still don't seem to be working.) Will resume work on NSO once I get rolling with writing again. Using my current story as a jump start to get back into things.

K you find some really weird ones some times. Jet Effect Insurance at the Roxbury Don't look into it's eyes?

RF-350 / Type-6 Attack Bomber “Five minutes out.” said the captain. He counted down each remaining minute. An old habit that he’d picked up in his first campaign and taught the rest of them. “It’s ok to be a little nervous.” he told them, either in their first briefing or at some other point. “That’s normal, happens to everyone. So I count down. Let myself be a little nervous for a minute or two, then when I hit that one minute mark it’s go time. You have to clear your mind of anything like that and concentrate on the task at hand.” “One minute out.” Leda glanced around, noting the position of wingmen then scanned the sensors and status displays. All systems were green. Selecting missiles her finger hovered over the trigger. "Entering weapons range." Almost at once, eight hundred missiles streaked away towards the oncoming enemies. Orange beams lit the darkness trying to shoot down the weapons before they reached their targets. A few ball explosions blossomed here and there where beams struck missiles, then a whole wave of them went off. Some two hundred enemy contact blinked out. Locking onto another target Leda fired off another pair of missiles before switching to beam weapons. By the time her hand tightened on the trigger again they were already into beam weapon rage. Each friendly fighter had to act on their own now, jinking and juking to make themselves harder to hit. Without shields starfighters that stayed in formation for head to heads didn’t stand a chance against evading opponents. This war had gone on long enough that both sides knew it. A beam shot grazed the port topside wing burning away some of the semi-ablative armour. Using the thruster pedals she thrusted her fighter relative up before executing a barrel roll. A dozen shots went wide. A wing mate wasn’t so fortunate, as six beam shots struck near the cockpit and portside engine. The hits tore the fighter in two and secondary explosions eventually consumed it. A small enemy fighter shaped like a three sided spear drifted into her fire and exploded. By the time she had swung around past it's debris they were into the cloud of enemy fighters. The leading edges of the enemy fighter screen were most likely looping around to attack the Republic fighters from behind. Instead of stopping to fight though, Leda and the other pilots continued on through the enemy formations causing as much chaos as possible. The RF-350 was an attack bomber by design but when armed with missiles instead they could be devastating to fighters. The short range missiles most of the fighters was carrying were perfect for confused close in fighting like this. SRM's streaked away from the fighters as fast as the pilots could lock onto new enemies with their helmet targeting displays. The handful of bombers with an Electronic Countermeasure Officer aboard could illuminate enemies approaching from behind and broadcast to other friendlies. Enemy fighters approaching from behind just made themselves bigger targets for missiles.

Shall'na Border lands - Shallan Protectorate Febuary 11th, TY 4040 3rd Dark War "Releasing docking clamps..." Leda Sundar felt the magnetized clamps holding her fighter in place release. There was a moment of freefall as the starfighter dropped from the bay, propelled away both by launch repulsors and the momentum imparted by the spinning ship. Looking around she could see nearly half of the two hundred fighters that had just launched from the cylindrical carrier. All of them were the sturdy Republic built RF-350 design, what the rest of the Alliance called the Type-6. "All fighters are clear. Throttle up and good hunting." Pinpricks of light appeared as the lead fighters did as ordered and throttled up. Each group sped away grouping into formations slightly farther appart to prevent friendly fire. When all of the fighters were far enough away the Republic built Carrier reversed direction and headed back to the safer recovery zones. "Stay sharp people, we have enemy units inbound. Cruisers at fifty plus and climbing across a one lightyear choke point." Leda shook her head. That was three times the size of the forces that the local Alliance fleets had been skirmishing against for the last four months. Several fighter groups belonging to the Republic Fourth fighter Corps had already been chewered up, along with several entire fleet elements. "Any read on fighters yet Captain?" asked one of the senior lieutenants. "Too soon to tell but you can count on it." Replied Captain Leigh. This was his eigth combat tour so far in the war when two would let somone go home. He'd been offered a promotion to an elite Corvette unit but couldn't get the hang of the larger ships, or so people said. Minutes clicked past on the mission timer as the fighters continued on into the void. The Captain's voice crackled over the unit frequency. "Ok, we've got some local Shallan Covettes joining us from astern. They're rigged up with anti-starfighter gear but even so they're going to turn into fire magnets fast out here. Remember your training, these Gamma boys can sweep away enemy Corvettes pretty easily but they'll need our help for anything bigger or smaller." A single red blip lit up on Leda's heads up display which soon resolved into an entire enemy battle group. Before she could more carefully examine the makeup of the enemy force the Captain called out. "All pilots disengage safeties and go weapons hot." Reaching over with her left hand she lifted the safety covers of each analog switch and flicked all four on. All six beam cannon ran up to max power in turn and the missile and torpedo displays all read active. The majority of the fighters in their combat element were equipped with a pair of Shield Piercing Torpedoes, ten Medium Range Missiles, and the pilots choice of either eight Long or twenty Short Range Missiles. Long range combat wouldn’t last long and would only give enemies more time to lock onto the missiles and shoot them down. Only fighters acting in a dedicated interceptor role bothered with the bulkier weapons these days. "Heavy screen of fighters followed by a mixed wave of fighters and corvettes." reported the unit XO. "Okay, the 382nd is angling to assist us. All fighters reduce speed until they've matched our distance to target."

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Listen to you father Wendy Choose the OS your AI uses wisely The real Starfox

I loled so hard at the 'YMCA' one. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/1210555449111.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/1210556573372.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/1210556428974.jpg

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I have completed Half-Life Episode One. Or as I like to call it: http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/EscapefromCITY17.jpg

Hillary's destiny is to be LOST Bruce Campbells Tomato Soup! TONY STARK BUILT (HIS FIRST ATTEMPT AT DIPLOMACY) IN A CAVE

Check your links Mad, all i'm seeing are Red X's. EDIT: If I post the links from your pics into my browser I can look at them, so that part seems to be ok. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/TheGreaterGood.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/SoundCannons.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/Neutral1209851853597.jpg

I'm not sure if I should laugh out loud or facepalm at this story, but it seems to be going places so far. Keep writing.

Speaking of keeping one's eye on the ball, I though that the last post was made by Mad at first. I suppose I'll see if I can unload th rest of my 40k related ones next. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/naturalTwenty.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/NecronMichaelJackson.jpg http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/Motivational/Kroot1209871910267.jpg

I finally broke down and bought the Orange Box a few days ago. $39 for that many games? Why the heck not.

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Your reaction to the last episode of season 4 is almost garunteed to be: Wait... WHAT?!

Hey guys how's it going? Been away awhile I know. Been busy writing stuff for other game series and work. Still feeling kinda burnt out. To herald my return I have dragged along some random. Tornado Siren Old School Video game invasion NES of a Down

+++ Alek let himself dropped like a rock in atmosphere. As he hit the floor a trio of blaster bolts passed through the space his body had been occupying a second before. Rolling into his back he brought his blaster rifle into line with the ceiling turret and pulled the trigger. A flurry of shots struck the turret, burning through part of it's outter casing. Sparks flew back out of the hole. The gun stopped tracking momentarily then resumed, spraying blaster bolts in a back and forth pattern. "Sithspit!" shouted Alek as he dived forward and rolled again, this time toward the far door underneath the turret. The turret's increasing rate of fire had burned a quarter of the small room's deck plating a just a handful of seconds. Ending up on his back directly beneath the turret, Alek shouldered the rifle again and fired a sustained burst into the turret, burning it to slag. A power coupling inside the turret finally burst silencing the gun. Sitting up he could see that the line of laser burns were about a handspan from having reached him. After giving the floor time to cool Alek walked over and pounded with his fist on the door that he'd come in through. A short 'tap-tap' responded from the other side. At least the rest of the team knew he was still alive. As he half expected, com jamming had activated the moment the door had closed. All com bands that the hand held unit even had a chance of using were completely blocked. The opposite door was locked as well but didn't appear to be magnetically sealed. He hefted the blaster and checked the charge on it before switching to full-auto. A steady stream of blaster bolts burned a line near the top of the door as Alek walked fire back and forth. The temperature in the tiny room began to climb as the blaster bolts melted away parts of the door. When the heat started to become unbearable Alek kicked at the door hoping to dislodge it. When that failed he resumed firing until the large power pack that made up the shoulder stock was expended. Pulling out a handhold blaster he triggered off a handful of shots then started kicking at the door again. The door began to groan as it's metal tried to shed the built up heat. Hoping that the noise was a sign that the door was giving way Alek slammed into it with his shoulder. All at once, the door shifted and fell in with a loud crash, bringing the rebel with it. Alek rolled off the top of the downed door as quickly as he could. Any exposed skin that had touched the metal began to burn shortly after contact. Yelling out from the pain he came up onto his feet, hold-out at the ready. Trying to see through the steam and smoke coming from the edges of the burned door, Alek noticed a protruding human hand. A small blaster was resting in it's palm. The sound of a hatch being closed and locked echoed across the room from it's far left side. Squinting through the smoke Alek could just make out a humanoid silhouette. "You're too late!" yelled the older sounding man as he stepped away from that wall. "Bane is complete and nothing can stop the Empire now!" A sound much like a probe or large torpedo launching carried through the deck plating. Not wanting to take any chances, Alek sighted in and flipped the switch on his hold-out over to stun before pulled the trigger. A loud crackling emanated from the weapon before a small streamer of smoke started to leak out. The Imperial scientist, noting the hesitation lunged toward a control panel. A carbine was slung on a rack beneath the panel and the scientist wasted no time in bringing it to bear and spraying fire in the Rebel's direction. Alek ducked down behind the destroyed door and threw his useless hold-out in the scientists direction. As he attempted to stay under cover, Alek's knee bumped against the severed hand dislodging the blaster it held and drawing his attention. Not bothering to question his good luck he drew the weapon and fired the first chance he got. A pair of bolts struck the scientist, one in the arm and one in the neck. In return a blaster bolt glanced off of the light armour Alek was wearing and burned deep into his left shoulder. Falling back onto the floor, he didn't even bother trying to hold back the scream of pain. As he lay on his back crying out, he reached into his belt with his right hand and pulled out a small vial containing Bacta and pain killer. He emptied the vial into the hole in his shoulder and threw a Bacta bandage over it. The pain would start to lessen soon Alek knew but he didn't have time to wait for that. Breathing hard he rolled onto his right side and stood up, doing his best to keep his left arm immobile. The control terminal that the Imperial had tried to use displayed the words 'Subject Life Support Terminated' in bright red letters. Checking through the menu options Alek checked on one listed as 'Transparisteel Polarization' and readjusted the settings. The far wall which had seemed blank through all of the smoke, turned transparent. The chamber on the other side was filled with liquid, along with dozens of pipes and tubes hooked up to a large body inside. A monitor on the inside of the window displayed life signs of the inhabitant. All of them were starting to fall. Whoever was inside would be dead before a rescue team arrived from the control center. Navigating the menu screen Alek first attempted to restore life support, then when that failed, open the transparisteel chamber. Both of them were locked out with voice recognition safeties. "Son of a Sith." Alek swore. Picking up the dead scientist's carbine off of the floor he backed up halfway across the room and took aim on the transparisteel wall. "This seems to be my day for blasting through doors." Firing one handed he pumped a dozen shots into the window, each one leaving a distinct burn mark. This transparisteel might have been strengthened to resist physical attacks but apparently had never received an anti-blaster coating. After the dozenth shot the transparisteel began to weaken, sending out spider web shaped cracks from each impact point. Two more shots and the wall shattered causing a huge wave of lukewarm flood the rest of the laboratory. Some of the water that touched the still cooling door evaporated into clouds of steam that cut down the visibility in the room even more. Alek waded through the water and into the destroyed holding chamber. The huge alien held in place inside had to have matched the height and mass of a Wookie. After removing the deactivated respirator Alek shot out each of the heavy restraints holding it at ankle and wrist. As the last of the restraints fell away, the human belatedly realised that even without a shoulder wound he would have a hard time moving the large alien. That thought stayed with him as the creature's body fell and nearly crushed him. Straining nearly every muscle in his body Alek got his one good shoulder under the large body and dragged the freed prisoner out into the lab. He rolled the alien so that it was leaning against the entrance of the destroyed door, propped up so that it wouldn't drown in the remaining water. Once he was sure the alien was breathing properly on it's own Alek collapsed against the opposite wall. Closing his eyes he tried to catch his breath. "Whoever you are..." Alek started to say out loud, mostly for his own benefit. "Who... ever you are... I hope you don't wake up until after... after they get this door open." 05 I'm sure everyone who played Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast remembers having to shoot out those ceiling mounted blaster turrets on more than a few missions.

And I think it's gonna be a long long time... Cruise needs Therapy Lol Mars

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Got up to 12C here today. Chopped at the snowbank some more and tossed it into the street. ...5 more feet of ice left now.