Sat Aug 20, 2005 6:50 pm
Nomad Takeover
This is the same story that my upcoming mod has. So I figured I'd write a fan fic...
PART 1 - THE NOMADS REPENT
For decades it has been the Order's job to keep Nomads away from Sirius, and it' population. However, this job will become twice as difficult when there is almost no Order left! It has been approximately 2 years since the Nomad homeworld was destroyed.However, a bigger problem was about to emerge. It started one day, just a typical day. The Osiris was stationed in the system called "The Bottom Unkown", launching patrols to keep the Nomads from escaping into Omicron Beta. It was then that it happened...
It was the worst thing that could have happened. A Nomad ship, more larger, leathal, and dangerous than anyone could have imagined, uncloaked in front of the Osiris. It was the Nomad mothership. It began to "breed" Nomad fighters. They just formed off it. They opened fire on the Osiris. All of the available wings in the sector opened fire. In less than 15 maybe 20 minutes, 4 of the 5 wings in the system were destroyed. The last wing, Red wing, covered the Osiris as it engaged it's cruise engines twoards Omicron Minor.
Once the Osiris arrived 2 days later, it's crew witnessed a sight more horrible than death. A Nomad invasion of Toledo. Nomad fighters and Anubises were scrambling and shooting everywhere. "Oh my god" is all the Order Leader, Orillion, could say. After the biggest fight in Sirius history, the Order was able to fend off the Nomad invasion. Leaving no more than 50 Order Pilots, a total of 10 wings, and the Osiris. This day would be known as the raid.
Several months after the invasion, the Order began to notice more and more Nomad activity in Omicron Minor. They couldn't keep losing pilots like this. They needed an ally. Someone good. Someone they could trust.
A meeting between Orillion, the Order leader, Admiral Green, leader of tactical operations, Advisor Cartel, the diplomat of the Order, and other Order officials was held to decide what to do.
"Well, gentlemen, it doesn't seem as though we can handle this on our own," said Orillion, "We're losing pilots and equipment too fast. We need some help so we can organize an attack on this new mother ship. Green, how many wings do we have left?"
"A total of 8 sir," he replied, in his Scottish accent.
"Hmm. That's not enough to attack. That's only a total of 40 pilots. Cartel, what do you suggest?"
"We need to ally with someone. A strong military faction to keep us safe until we can get back up on our feet".
"Who do you suggest?" asked Orillion.
"Someone close to hear, someone we can count on... It can't be a house faction. I know! How about the Corsairs?"
"Do you think we can trust a bunch of criminals?" asked Orillion
"Yes. Well, at least these guys. My uncle was a Corsair. I'm sure my ties could help."
"It's settled then," said Orrilion "Contact your uncle and tell him to meet us on the Luxury Liner Hawaii."
"Yes sir".
"Green, what is the best way to get there?"
"A new jump hole formed just east of here headed for Sigma 17. I had some weapons platforms put there just in case. It is fairly young, but should be stable enough for the Osiris."
"It's settled then. We shall meet on board the Osiris at 19:00 hours. Dissmissed"
And as planned, the Osiris went through the jumphole and pulled up near the Hawaii. A small shuttle transported Orillion and Cartell over. After some intense negotiations, a pact was formed between the Order, and the Corsairs. In exchange for the Corsar's protection, the Order would offer equipment and base usage.
More soon
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If I had a dollar for every idiot on the Earth...
Like anime? Go here
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/20/2005 7:53:16 PM
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/22/2005 6:40:13 PM
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/22/2005 6:41:43 PM
PART 1 - THE NOMADS REPENT
For decades it has been the Order's job to keep Nomads away from Sirius, and it' population. However, this job will become twice as difficult when there is almost no Order left! It has been approximately 2 years since the Nomad homeworld was destroyed.However, a bigger problem was about to emerge. It started one day, just a typical day. The Osiris was stationed in the system called "The Bottom Unkown", launching patrols to keep the Nomads from escaping into Omicron Beta. It was then that it happened...
It was the worst thing that could have happened. A Nomad ship, more larger, leathal, and dangerous than anyone could have imagined, uncloaked in front of the Osiris. It was the Nomad mothership. It began to "breed" Nomad fighters. They just formed off it. They opened fire on the Osiris. All of the available wings in the sector opened fire. In less than 15 maybe 20 minutes, 4 of the 5 wings in the system were destroyed. The last wing, Red wing, covered the Osiris as it engaged it's cruise engines twoards Omicron Minor.
Once the Osiris arrived 2 days later, it's crew witnessed a sight more horrible than death. A Nomad invasion of Toledo. Nomad fighters and Anubises were scrambling and shooting everywhere. "Oh my god" is all the Order Leader, Orillion, could say. After the biggest fight in Sirius history, the Order was able to fend off the Nomad invasion. Leaving no more than 50 Order Pilots, a total of 10 wings, and the Osiris. This day would be known as the raid.
Several months after the invasion, the Order began to notice more and more Nomad activity in Omicron Minor. They couldn't keep losing pilots like this. They needed an ally. Someone good. Someone they could trust.
A meeting between Orillion, the Order leader, Admiral Green, leader of tactical operations, Advisor Cartel, the diplomat of the Order, and other Order officials was held to decide what to do.
"Well, gentlemen, it doesn't seem as though we can handle this on our own," said Orillion, "We're losing pilots and equipment too fast. We need some help so we can organize an attack on this new mother ship. Green, how many wings do we have left?"
"A total of 8 sir," he replied, in his Scottish accent.
"Hmm. That's not enough to attack. That's only a total of 40 pilots. Cartel, what do you suggest?"
"We need to ally with someone. A strong military faction to keep us safe until we can get back up on our feet".
"Who do you suggest?" asked Orillion.
"Someone close to hear, someone we can count on... It can't be a house faction. I know! How about the Corsairs?"
"Do you think we can trust a bunch of criminals?" asked Orillion
"Yes. Well, at least these guys. My uncle was a Corsair. I'm sure my ties could help."
"It's settled then," said Orrilion "Contact your uncle and tell him to meet us on the Luxury Liner Hawaii."
"Yes sir".
"Green, what is the best way to get there?"
"A new jump hole formed just east of here headed for Sigma 17. I had some weapons platforms put there just in case. It is fairly young, but should be stable enough for the Osiris."
"It's settled then. We shall meet on board the Osiris at 19:00 hours. Dissmissed"
And as planned, the Osiris went through the jumphole and pulled up near the Hawaii. A small shuttle transported Orillion and Cartell over. After some intense negotiations, a pact was formed between the Order, and the Corsairs. In exchange for the Corsar's protection, the Order would offer equipment and base usage.
More soon
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If I had a dollar for every idiot on the Earth...
Like anime? Go here
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/20/2005 7:53:16 PM
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/22/2005 6:40:13 PM
Edited by - Chrisbee on 8/22/2005 6:41:43 PM
