"*Kssshhht* We are high on supplies of Dragonsteel, which is a flexible form of steel that, although it will bend under strong attacks, will hold together."
"Sounds neat! We can have the first convoy of Tritanium to you in two days."
"*Kssshhht* Excellent. We will have your Dragonsteel ready for pickup when you arrive."
(My Ice drones dig a tunnel to Shammrocks weapons vault, where they begin to saw through the door)
*When they start sawing through it, a door closes behind the first fifteen drones, trapping them in the small area outside the door, and the floor opens, dropping them into a pit full of spikes*
(My Ice drones dig a tunnel to Shammrocks weapons vault, where they begin to saw through the door)
*When they start sawing through it, a door closes behind the first fifteen drones, trapping them in the small area outside the door, and the floor opens, dropping them into a pit full of spikes*
OOC: Their is 8 ice drones out of combat.
IC: (2 ice drones are destroyed by this, but the others are harmlessly impaled on the spikes (their eyes are intact) and they start sawing of the spikes)
*When they start sawing through it, a door closes behind the first fifteen drones, trapping them in the small area outside the door, and the floor opens, dropping them into a pit full of spikes*
OOC: Their is 8 ice drones out of combat.
IC: (2 ice drones are destroyed by this, but the others are harmlessly impaled on the spikes (their eyes are intact) and they start sawing of the spikes)
OOC: OK.
IC: *A hole opens in the ceiling, and boiling oil is poured into the pit.*
IC: (2 ice drones are destroyed by this, but the others are harmlessly impaled on the spikes (their eyes are intact) and they start sawing of the spikes)
OOC: OK.
IC: *A hole opens in the ceiling, and boiling oil is poured into the pit.*
(They are not bothered by this and successfully get out of thier spikes. They then use thier ice blasters to build a staircase back up to ground level)
OOC: I wanted to escalate things a bit more subtly with a satellite crash, but hey, whatever suits you.
IC: ALARM: Unidentified ships have breached the border. Current courses: Fortress World Cardia. Executing Protocol: Interdiction ... Activating Subroutines 1 through 4
As the fleets plough through space, they are suddenly and violently ripped out of warp. They find themselves surrounded by massive satellites, who broadcast a message:
"Attention, you are violating Esomerian space. Please identify yourselves and transmit your documents, or turn back!"
"I am fleet admiral Nog. Your system is herby annexed by the UFP, STAND DOWN OR BE DESTROYED!" *The ships activate their weapon systems, shields, and ablative armor* *Fleets 11-20 phase cloak and set warp for the same system, but on a different trajectory* OOC: I've been waiting for this since 2375!
OOC: I'm sorry, but many of my posts are stuck in moderation. And, does the cloaking system bend light and other types of waves to make itself completely invisible?
IC: ... Commencing Subroutines 13 through 20 Calling for Emergency Protocol no.1
The satellites move away, as if letting the invaders in. Then, almost instantly, a multitude streaks of light lash out from the vast depths of space, and strike at one of the ships, tearing town its shields and piercing through its armour. The white-hot projectiles are flung continuously, by a few hundred coilgun satellites from beyond visual range, and tear down many Federation ships. Meanwhile, at a safe distance, half a dozen battlegroups emerge from hyperspace portals to support the satellites.
"I am fleet admiral Nog. Your system is herby annexed by the UFP, STAND DOWN OR BE DESTROYED!" *The ships activate their weapon systems, shields, and ablative armor* *Fleets 11-20 phase cloak and set warp for the same system, but on a different trajectory* OOC: I've been waiting for this since 2375!
OOC: I'm sorry, but many of my posts are stuck in moderation. And, does the cloaking system bend light and other types of waves to make itself completely invisible?
IC: ... Commencing Subroutines 13 through 20 Calling for Emergency Protocol no.1
The satellites move away, as if letting the invaders in. Then, almost instantly, a multitude streaks of light lash out from the vast depths of space, and strike at one of the ships, tearing town its shields and piercing through its armour. The white-hot projectiles are flung continuously, by a few hundred coilgun satellites from beyond visual range, and tear down many Federation ships. Meanwhile, at a safe distance, half a dozen battlegroups emerge from hyperspace portals to support the satellites.
OOC: Using long-range scanners the satellites are targeted and a volley of omega weapons are fired, when they explode the satellites are obliterated and the area around them becomes inhospitable to warp travel. Xindi probes are launched from the shuttelbays of a couple hundred ships and their arming sequence begins. The ships arm their khroniton torpedoes. The phase-cloaked group of ships reaches it's destination and readies weapons. (I can't fire them while they are cloaked though) OOC: These are phase cloaks, no mater or energy in normal phase can touch them, and that means they cannot be seen, unfortunately "A bird of prey cana fire when it is cloaked" -Scotty