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Post by whitehind on Feb 4, 2005 19:02:01 GMT -5
Throughout the void surrounding the planet warren hang vast toad war fleets. From the colossal freighters and transports, streams of dropships and fighters hurtle toward the surface where a battle is currently waging on land, sea and in the air. Warrens space defences float dead in space and comm satellites can be seen sporting large, maser inflicted holes. The only visible resistance is on a dry dock in geo-static orbit above warren. From here streaks of energy are slicing through Double bubbles as they try to delivery boarding parties to sieze the valuable asset it could present to the ever expanding toad front... not to mention any confidential plans or orders they may discover and use to their advantage.
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Post by Norris on Feb 5, 2005 4:22:17 GMT -5
In the midst of the massive fleet comes a Toad Single-Bubble, merely a Double-Bubble with one cockpit. Inside the cockpit is a very chubby toad, wearing a white suit with a pair of flying wings depicting the face of KOMPLEX. The toads hat is merely a flight-cap with a pair of goggles curtaining his eyes.
"This is Wing Commander Sludge to all Toads," he speaks with a slurpy voice. "I want you all to report immediately on your progress."
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Post by whitehind on Feb 5, 2005 19:43:43 GMT -5
* On board the space dock the commanding officer is monitering toad communications. On hearing a toad breaking radio silence on an unsecure channel the commander picks up the microphone *
"All toad aggressors... this is Commander Montgomery Marsupial of the warren orbital dry dock... cease all hostile action and withdraw your forces away from mammal space immediately." * The commander pauses... considering his options.. *
" You are probably aware from monitering our communications that we have managed to transmit distress signals to all the UAC HQ... before long you will be faced with an armarda of UAC frigates and warships... I have no doubt the Righteous Indignation, Indefatigable, Screaming Mimi will be engaging your fleet aswell... not to mention the Berserker baboon banana runners...."
* The commander waits to see if his ultimatum will be accepted... hoping beyond hope that he is right.. that the S.O.S. transmission was completed before the toads jammed their signals... *
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Post by Norris on Feb 6, 2005 3:55:28 GMT -5
"Pah! Don't make me laugh, Marsupial!" Sludge sneers. "You mammals are inferior against our forces! Your pathetic UAC Fleet couldn't even make a crater in an asteroid!"
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Post by whitehind on Feb 6, 2005 18:07:43 GMT -5
* On hearing the toads over confident taunts a grin slowly spreads across the commanders face. It is the grin of a mammal who has reached breaking point... of a creature who has resigned themselves to the fact they won't out live the day and is simply waiting for the end. He reaches out and grasps the transmitter *
"In that case i welcome any toad raiders to try to take our facility... we will all be dead before a toad contols this station.", The commander turns of the transmitter and speaks into an intercom beside him. "All hands to battle stations... except engineering crew manning life support equipment. I want explosives wired to structural weaknesses in the stations hull and our secret project... the toads must on no account be allowed to discover it, it is your duty to everything the UAC and mammals throughout the aniverse believe in to lay your lives on the line in the course of your duty today... i know i dont have to ask it of any of you, you're all great hares and i'm be proud to lead you and i'm sure glad to no you're behind me... all crew on non essential tasks, therefore, meet me in the docking bay immediately."
* The commander rises from his desk and turns to a maser rifle mounted on his wall. He removes it with great care and respect and then turns and leaves the room *
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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 2:41:51 GMT -5
"You forget Commander," Sludge interrupts slyly. "Toads do not always have to attack. I have several Agents placed on board your Station. They will follow your orders, but they will also follow mine. My agents could even be your most dearest friends, Commander. So, watch where you tread."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 4:41:31 GMT -5
Indeed, two such agents were currently awaiting their orders from Sludge whilst also receiving their orders from the Commander; a hare and a groundhog. Both were technicians in engineering looking after life support, Bartholomew Cryer and Edmund Rusk, bought by the Toad Empire through fear and promises of vast amounts of simoleons, respectively. The pair were poised, ready to sabotage the vital equipment at a moment's notice and render the station helpless, sweating nervously, Rusk moreso than Cryer.
"Well," said Rusk, the groundhog, as they were out of earshot of the numerous other engineering room personnel, nervously ringing his hands, "this is it, I guess. If the toads win, we'll get a huge reward! If the toads lose...."
"They won't lose," said the hare called Cryer confidently, pausing to check a gauge out of habit. "The Commander's a fool to think he has a chance of beating Sludge.." He slapped Rusk on the back, making the groundhog jump, and reached for a comlink. "We're doing this planet a favor anyway." Switching on the comlink, he was patched through to the Commander's quarters. "This is Cryer in Engineering, sir," he said, "and you have my word that me and the guys are going to do our best to make sure these slime-sucking fly-eaters don't mess with life support."
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Post by Norris on Feb 7, 2005 12:52:14 GMT -5
"Marsupial, I do believe that you have no means of attacking us without attacking yourselves. For you see, we have a friend of yours on board our Mothership. Who was it again? Your wife? Let us trade shall we?" Sludge smiled at his machinations. "Your wife for your Station."
Flicking a switch, Sludge played a video-clip of Commander Marsupials' wife strapped to a chair in some form of Torture Room. "If you refuse to surrender, you will not only feel the wrath of my Agents, but your darling honey-bunny will be cybertised!"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 14:54:01 GMT -5
Listening in on the frequency by way of small earpieces, the two traitors grinned evilly at one another, as they were the ones who had kidnapped Marsupial's wife and handed her over to the toads a few days earlier. OOC: If this is alright with you, anyway.
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Post by whitehind on Feb 7, 2005 17:38:14 GMT -5
* Throughout the ship the ransom message is displayed on vidscreens as the Commander and most of his crew watch in silent distress. *
"FRELL! How could this happen!?!", The commander looks terrible - torn between two loves, his national pride/duty and his wife. He turns and solemnly addresses his crew, "I cannot make such a decision based on these ultimatums... I cannot decide... no matter which choice i make i will not be able to forgive myself. Yet i cannot give the order to lay down arms for my own feelings. Therefore i must stand down and allow the next most senior officer to command this station, i feel i am unfit to perform my duties..." The commander holds his comm device to his mouth "Officer Cryer please report to the command centre immediately, i am relinquishing command to you as the next most senior crewman while this crisis is playing out..."
* The commander awaits quietly, tears streaming down his face with the trauma of the terrible decision he has had to face *
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 7, 2005 22:36:13 GMT -5
Cryer actually looked surprised. "That coward!" he hissed under his breath, then replied to Marsupial's transmission. "Yes, Commander, I'll be up right away!" After terminating the comlink, he turned to Rusk, grabbing the groundhog by the front of his uniform and yanking him up to eye-level.
"Don't do anything unless I say to, got it?" Without waiting for Rusk to reply, he announced for all the other engineering personnel to hear, "All right, Ensign Rusk, I'm leaving you in charge until this is over." And with that the hare turned and left the engineering room.
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Post by Norris on Feb 8, 2005 2:31:44 GMT -5
As Marsupial makes his decleration, Sludge laughs throatily. "You coward!" he mocks. "Running away from things that you can never out-run! But now that you have stood down, you'll have to come and get your wife inside the Mothership!" Wing Commander Sludge then severs the link with the Station.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 3:15:30 GMT -5
Trying his hardest not to look smug, and not exactly doing a good job, Cryer enters the command center of the station. He feels a mild twang of regret at seeing Commander Marsupial's state, but said twang quickly dissipates when he reminds himself that his needs come before those of such an idealistic, sentimental fool as his superior officer.
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Post by Norris on Feb 8, 2005 12:02:33 GMT -5
A small personal radio crackles nearby, with Sludges' voice coming through on the radio.
"Cryer, what have you to report? Pick up, man!"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 12:48:40 GMT -5
Assuming that the radio is in the engineering room, Rusk is the one who answers, stammering nervously and doing his best not to be overhead by the other technicians. "Uh, th--this is Rusk, s--s--sir," he says. "C--Cryer was called up to the command center by Commander Marsupial to assume c--c--command of the station!"
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