Thu Oct 21, 2004 8:39 am by Arilias
(Larings will begin his advance on New Madrid very, very soon.)
(Please note, all communications from one of Larings' ships are essentially different aspects of his own mind, they are there simply to help get a grasp of what's going on)
BRIDGE, THE KORANGAR, NEAR DETROIT MUNITIONS, NEW YORK SYSTEM
"We are approaching Detroit from below. Internal scanners report some four thousand drones currently on the station. Ageira workers are attempting to dismantle them as fast as they can, but I believe we should be able to close before they are finished."
"Excellent. Any word on the developments in New Madrid?"
"Yes. There's a lot of chatter on the communications network, most of it heavily encrypted. But it seems that New Madrid is a trap. They've sent several naval forces there."
"The navies have all gathered in one place?"
"Yes."
"Perfect! After we have acquired these drones, our ships will enter the system from all sides. We will surround these blasted fools, and eliminate them in one fell swoop! Report on status of battleship acquisition."
"The Rotalimissa, the Neddih, and the Tirips have acquire several battleships that have yet to respond to the general orders of computer deactivation. We count roughly five-hundred warships, and twelve-hundred capital ships, most of Liberty or Rheinland design."
"Good. Begin the attack!"
Larings' four ships, the Korangar, the Espylacopa, the Noddegamra, and the Gninokcer (I'm sure you've all figured out his naming pattern by now) accelerated immediately towards the station. The station's turrets opened fire, ripping across the battleships' hulls.
SECURITY CHECKPOINT, DECK 3, DETROIT MUNITIONS, NEW YORK SYSTEM
"All pilots report to fighters. We are under attack. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. We are under attack."
The security officers looked up at the communicator. The pilots were moving all ready, heading for the landing bay. The officers loaded up.
"Code red! Intruders have entered the station; I repeat, intruders have entered the station. Engage any unrecognized personnel on sight. Intruder is considered armed and EXTREMELY dangerous."
Jonathan Rell pulled up a perforator and gestured towards two of his squad members, Nicolas Rast and Eric Lirs. "You two are with me. Let's suit up and take this guy down!"
BRAND NEW LANDING BAY, DECK 3, DETROIT MUNITIONS, NEW YORK SYSTEM
Larings stepped out of the shuttle as he psychically sealed the hull breach he'd made. "Now, where are they keeping those drones?"
He heard voices from the corridor outside. "He's around here. Engage on sight. Don't let that man get away!"
Larings smiled as three security officers appeared at the doorway in front of him. The three opened fire.
Larings concentrated, extending his own mind out through the bracer. The blasts coming towards him were nothing more than currents of energy, and he was their master. He took each one in stride, incorporating it into an ever increasing glow of stored energy.
COMPROMISED SECTOR, DECK 3, DETROIT MUNITIONS, NEW YORK SYSTEM
Rell kept up the bombardment. "Damn... what's he doing?"
Suddenly, one of Lirs' shots got through. The psychic had missed one of the streams, and the bolt clipped Larings' shoulder.
The glow around him darkened.
"That hurt."
"Oh... crap..."
"DIE!"
(Today's summary: a demonstration of Larings' final power, interception of energy weapons. Combined weapons fire can take him down.
He also now has access to a fiarly big fleet and a few thousand assault drones.
And he's headed for New Madrid.)