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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1300 on: January 08, 2009, 08:51:29 pm »

(Sorry about the double-post. I'm on my phone and have a limited amount of space per post)

'Comrade, I'll make you an offer. The same offer I made Burnside. I'll sign a six-week ceasefire. After that, our ambassadors can meet and hopefully reach a peaceful conclusion.'
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« Reply #1301 on: January 08, 2009, 09:04:43 pm »

Yastrab leans back and runs his hand down his face " I need time to think and I wish to talk to Burnside aswell"
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Я - молоток, я - Волк, я - Наковальня, и я - желание людей.

(( I am the hammer, I am the Wolf, I am the Anvil and I am the Will of the people.))
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« Reply #1302 on: January 09, 2009, 02:17:23 am »

Bellono didnt like to hear what he heard he was not a fan of double dealing and there was quiet a bit goin on here... He cocked his Belgun assault rifle under his coat.... THe action was so well oiled it made little sound Bellono was being causous and not looking forward to using it but he had a feeling that things would get out of hand
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"they use a gang you use a knife, they use a knife you use a bat, they use a bat you use a gun, they use a gun you use some artillery!" Sargent Chiaves Bellono, 3rd Italian Air fleet addressing raw recruits to the Alpini Para regiment
ShredsnPatches
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« Reply #1303 on: January 09, 2009, 03:00:48 am »

Shreds patted her hair, searching for the tools and instruments she had concealed there. All in place... she checked that her stiletto was in it customary place in her bodice, and pulled hard on the drawstring holding her skirt on. The pink garment hit the floor, revealing her usual cut-down men's trousers. The pink jacket followed, and she wrapped the grey scarf around her mouth and nose.

"Reckless Abandon, this is Shreds checking in. Quiet so far, but standby for further developments. Over and out."
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"RUN! THEY'RE FIRING POLICEMEN!"

Mending is better than ending, no matter what Aldous Huxley might think Wink
Bellono
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« Reply #1304 on: January 09, 2009, 09:57:44 pm »

Bellono looked at the combat ready Shreds and nodded his approval to her.... At least he wasnt the only one ready if things blew up in the next 5 mins
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« Reply #1305 on: January 11, 2009, 12:17:26 am »

"If you want to talk to Burnside, you're free to return to your ship. I'll stay here." Peregrine leaned back. Things were looking good.
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Bellono
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« Reply #1306 on: January 11, 2009, 02:15:29 am »

"Seniora i really really dont like the way this is going..." Bellono was getting increasingly worried and his trigger finger was getting ichy
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« Reply #1307 on: January 19, 2009, 04:51:24 pm »

Yastrab Stands and mostions for Burnside to follow. He walks back to the Abandon waiting for Burnside to join him.
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« Reply #1308 on: January 19, 2009, 09:13:54 pm »

seeing the russian approach the small vessel that would lead back to the Reckless Bellono got mad... he didnt like this treacherous man he found it hard to believe that men like the Colonel followed this man however he brought his Belgun assault rifle out under the cover of the deck wall and got ready for a snap shot if Burnside signaled for it
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« Reply #1309 on: February 07, 2009, 09:53:33 am »

Those imperialists think that they can take over foregin lands and say it's in the name of their god and queen?!  Ha, they don't know half of what or who they're dealing with.

You have Captain Helena Darvers and the crew of the air ship Valkyrie's wholehearted support and solidarity.
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'The beatings will continue until morale improves...'
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« Reply #1310 on: February 07, 2009, 05:00:43 pm »

Jonas' fingers tapped a steady, chaotic rhythm on the medical examiner's table, but his eyes remained still. It would seem to an outside observer that he were staring into space, empty of thought, but the exact opposite was true. Now that he had returned, Jonas could see and think much more than he had previously thought possible.

The doctors and their aides pointedly avoided the path of his gaze as they moved around him, poking and prodding at him with their state-of-the-art steel instruments. Physically, he was in perfect health. But then, why did his heart beat so very slowly? Why was his skin deathly pale, his hair completely gray, his nails brittle and yellowed? And did he seem longer in tooth? Despite the many questions they threw at him, the inventor remained silent through them all.

After a long, exasperating examination, his tormentors finally left him. As they shuffled through the door, the last one to leave turned and locked it behind him. No response from the thin man seated atop the padded platform.

An apparent eternity passed before another sound shattered the icy silence of the empty room. The heavy metal reinforced portal swung open slowly, with not a creak of the hinges. The thin man hadn't yet blinked. Two men entered, one after the other, and stood abreast before Jonas. Military combat personnel. High ranking and highly decorated, only used for important missions and bodyguard duty. It was revealed as the latter when they each moved to the either side of the doorway to make room for a man who entered without hesitation. This man was tall, physically powerful, and very clean-cut. The distinctive massive, oiled moustache marked him as none other than Colonel Hugo Lafayette, the currently highest ranking intelligence officer in New Vendigroth. A tiny twitch passed over Jonas' lips, and he gazed around him imperiously. Frenchmen. He decided that he would play a little game.

"Lafayette. I thought I smelled grease somewhere." To Hugo's credit, he appeared unaffected by the comment.

The Frenchman stood eye-to-eye with Jonas and locked eyes. "What happened down there, monsieur Jonas?" His accent, though diluted, remained smooth and lilting after all these years. It was meant to calm, and normally, it did the job.

"I had tea with the queen. She has been well." He burst into high-pitched laughter and rocked back in mirth.
"Do not play games with me, mon ami."
"Games? Who's playing games?" The inventor appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Chess?", he proposed, his face lighting up for a moment.
"No chess. You need to answer my questions. What happened down there?"
"Bah, questions. So many questions, so little that I'm willing to answer. Or able."
"What do you mean?"
A smile. Nothing more.
"I would appreciate an answer, ingénieur."
"Hah! Engineer? Maybe then, not now! No, not ever again."
"How many of your men survived the expedition?"
Jonas raised a single finger, and again smiled, his teeth gleaming in the cold light.
"Where is he?"
The finger descended to the pale, naked chest.  The smile remained. "But maybe I'm wrong. Could be. Don't always die. That'd be too easy."
"You need to tell me what happened." Lafayette's tone was raising. He was getting impatient. The pale man burst into motion, his hands flitting to the sides of his head, he began to cackle and shriek wildly. The guards stirred quickly, and reached for their pistols, but the Frenchman stayed their hands with stern glances.
"Need!? Need!? No need to tell! I never can, never will!"
They waited, all of them, for the man's unexpected burst of hilarity to wind itself down. It was many long seconds, but Jonas finally came to his senses. Sweat had begun to drip down the motionless faces of the guards, and Hugo himself seemed somewhat ruffled.
"I'm sorry," said the inventor. His expression had become once again stoic and unassuming. "I've been under quite a lot of stress lately." His eyes seemed to widen, just a tiny bit. He shot his eyes to Lafayette with unnerving, animalistic clarity. The Frenchman, startled, recoiled the slightest bit. It was enough. Jonas grinned coldly.
"Your daughter. She's terminal."

Without another word, Lafayette rose to his feet and strode from the room, leaving the guards to scramble after him. He felt cold. The ground beneath his feet seemed much too far away. Was he floating? Just before he reached for the phone box to contact Lord Vendigroth, he uttered a short sentence, barely audible to the nurse who was staring at him in concern. "Les yeux de la mort."


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Bellono
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« Reply #1311 on: February 13, 2009, 03:49:34 pm »

There was a tension all around the meeting place Bellono was worried he still waited for the signal from Burnside... The tension could be cut with a blunt spoon
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ShredsnPatches
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« Reply #1312 on: February 20, 2009, 01:30:45 am »

Shreds bit her lip nervously. Everything was still taut. But the captain had not given a signal.
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Bellono
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« Reply #1313 on: February 20, 2009, 02:14:24 am »

Bellono had been in many situations like this before he knew the vitality of remaining calm and waiting for the moment... However it was getting to be too much even for him something had to give!
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1314 on: March 03, 2009, 04:25:55 pm »

Lafayette's telephone call was quick and gabbled, slipping back into his native french several times. As soon as it was over, the operator ran to his supervisor,

"That inventor's back, and he's scared Lafayette witless!" A flurry of calls and orders followed - the Authority had asked to be alerted the moment Jonas had returned. All that remained was the tricky business of interrupting their proceedings.

Twelve members of the Authority were sat closely around the radio reciever, the thirteenth in his customary pool of shade.

"-Famine was the reason I left that country along with my family all those years ago," Petrovich said, taking advantage of the pause in proceedings. "It was only through luck that my airship stopped off at Medway to shelter from a sand storm..."

"Have you ever thought of returning home?" asked another member.

"I don't regret coming here, if that's what you're hinting at. I left for a better life and found one."

"Wouldn't you agree though, that the new regime is much more competent than the old? Tyranny has been eliminated by social reforms, as has poverty for the most part."

"I've not been keeping abreast of global affairs, Charles." Petrovish said, in an off-hand manner.

"And what of this Yastrab chap? Do you know anything of him? Or even this Stalin man. Man of steel. Pah!"

"I took my leave before they became prominent. And you've forgotten that our own leader" He gestured to the darker portion of the room "Changed his name to the name of the city he found. He's named after the city, not vice-versa."

Before Charles could reply, the door quietly swung open, permitting an adjutant to gingerly step into the room. She crossed to the chair and whispered a few words.

"Gentlemen, you must excuse me," spoke the occupant in a hoarse, tired voice. "I have another matter to attend to."

"What's the matter, Nikolas?" Said Petrovich. Nothing, he thought, could be more important than charting the path of the peace negotiations.

"Jonas has returned, alone, from the lower levels. I plan to find out what he knows."

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« Reply #1315 on: March 08, 2009, 09:32:20 pm »

Ever so slowly, Burnside stood from where he had been lounging on his chair in a bored fashion, totally ignored the officer opposite him, and straightened his hat. He spared a quick wink at Yastreb, and then strode quickly for his small launch. Before mounting up, he paused, turned, and directed a most ungentlemanly gesture at the First Fleet.
"See you in Hell, you stuffed-uniform bastards!" he bellowed, and signalled the return to the fleet.
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"What do we do? You're asking me 'what do we do'? We do what we always do....We CHARGE, by thunder!" Captain Haephestus Burnside, of the "Reckless Abandon", shortly before a boarding action.

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« Reply #1316 on: March 09, 2009, 02:06:22 am »

Yastrab Laughs. "So the pirate does have balls" he thought as he now runs back to the Buran. As he does he takes a small transmitter from his pocket. As he leeps into the door way of the Buran he puts the device to his mouth " begin" he growls into it. His voice is transmitted to the bridge of the Potemkin, Admiral Karkov's back staightens. He pops the cover of a speaking tube "Battery Command initiate covering fire for the Buran and Pirate vessel three smoke rounds each then switch to long rounds" he turns to his communications officer " order the fleet forward and to engage the enemy fleet. When the battle perimeter is established with full supression of the enemy escort fleet I want the Grenadiers on new Babbage with minimal losses" the orders were quickly transmitted. the long barrels of the Potemkin  raise upwards as the battleship along with the escort ships steam towards New Babbage. With practice precision long heavy greased green tipped cannon shells are slammed into the breach of the cannons with the aid of hydraulic cradles and several burly loaders.
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1317 on: March 09, 2009, 11:52:39 am »

Peregrine had mounted his bicycle as soon as he'd seen the pirate and the Russian depart.

"Command deck!" He shouted above the growl of the engine, "Descend by five hundred feet and rotate clockwise by sixty degrees!"

He felt a sensation of reduced weight as the order was carried out - He'd ordered the city into the new position to protect the remaining helices and bring the long guns on the perimeter into play.

"Tactical control, charge all helices and fire at your discretion. I want you to target the closest ships first. Alert the Authority that the negotiations have failed and that we are now at war."

As he reached the bottom of the spire at the centre of the city, he heard the first mammoth crunch of a helix discharge, and saw a handful of ship shattered in a blaze of light begin the long descent to the desert below.
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Bellono
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« Reply #1318 on: March 09, 2009, 02:33:51 pm »

Bellono looked on at the destruction "I wish to fight damn i want to kill something!!!" Bellono's blood lust was up and raging!!!
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« Reply #1319 on: March 09, 2009, 03:31:23 pm »

Karkov looked on as a some of the pirate ships fell from the sky. "Poor bastards" he thought. with a shudder and a roll of thunder the Russian fleet opend up. One in three ships were firing smoke shells and now a wall was formed between the Russian Fleet and the first fleet."Switch to heavy rounds, target the Helics they must be taken out" within turret A and B the new super heavy rounds were being pushed into the breach of the gun the tungsten alloy was a blue grey and very heavy. the breach was closed and battery command calculated the angle of the barrels. Kapitan-leytenant Mordinov licked his lips as he leaned down too the speaking tubes again" FIRE!". his voice travlled too the two main guns. Their commanders pulled on the heavy triggers of the control system. With a thunder and shake of the deck six super heavy shells spit the air before them the white smoke was all ready dispersing, split and rolled before the shells. they slammed into the nearest Helix emplacement. steel and stone crumpled around the shells as they buried deep in just a second. But as the shells smasshed their way though the body of the emplacement the tungsten compressed harder and harder until it reached it's Zero point as the scientists called it. THe air was now so rapidly heated there was a vast explosion as the air itself burned and ate more oxygen. two thirds of this Helix crumpled on itself then blew outwards . the steel work glowed fiercley from the oxygen feulled inferno. the vacum had killed more around the empalcement then the strike itself where the air was sucked form their lungs.
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« Reply #1320 on: March 09, 2009, 04:54:21 pm »

A ball of fire bloomed around helix 2. The delicate towers melted and twisted amongst the onslaught, and molten steel was scattered across the desert plane.

Peregrine, who had just arrived on the control deck, gave an order:

"Tactical control. Target the last confirmed location of the enemy flagship and fire helix one at twenty percent power."

"Sir...I believe that's a terrible idea. The helix isn't rated to fire at anything over fifteen percent. We have no way of knowing what would happen."

"I know. Charge and fire as soon as possible."

"...Sir, we are ready to fire. Targeting is a problem, however. The smoke is obscuring our view. ÆDAR has several contacts, but we can's positively identify any of them as the flagship."

"Position the detonation to to the maximum damage."

"Aye, sir." A small adjustment was made. "Ready to fire."

"Crush them."
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« Reply #1321 on: March 09, 2009, 06:13:13 pm »

By the time the Helix was destroyed the Buran was allready pulling into it's birth on the Potemkin. Yastrab raced to the bridge as the ship slwed to the side it's props at full speed. the fleet was moving forward at full speed. Admiral Karkov had orderd the three squadrons of the fleet to engage the enemy forces at close quaters meaning that if the first fleet wanted to use thei Helix they would have to hit their own ships. the second squadron with the Poremkin at it's lead was heading for New Babbage itself to get in as close as it can in the small wedge of a firing blindspot created from the loss of the wrecked helix. The other two squadron were now mashing their way into the first fleet ships that had escorted New Babbage.
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« Reply #1322 on: March 09, 2009, 07:50:49 pm »

Zufar ordered his ship into a sharp dive, the helmsman jinking left and right to avoid anti-aircraft fire. Swooping low over the deck of a russian dreadnought, he ordered that a bomb be dropped...

The bomb penetrated the heavy armour of the dreadnought before exploding, causing the bow to peel apart like rotten fruit.

His first kill scored, he ordered his helmsman to pull up hard, ascending quickly above the melee. Time to go for the big prize. The Potomkin. Diving once more, he lined his ship up for an attack run. Before he could attack, however, an incendiary shell glanced off the hull of his ship. The armour was undamaged, but the attack run was ruined.

"Zufar to anyone who's listening. I can't get a clear run at the flagship. Someone do it for me."

His message was heard on the IFS Feurrader, six miles away from the battle.

"Sir! We're at the correct orientation to the russian capital ship, we can make things easier for Zufar!" The ship's captain ordered his ship's weapon, the hypersonic device to fire.

Three things happened at once. On board the IFS Feurrader, everything turned to noise. The weapon fired a steel slug at nine times the speed of sound, directly at the Potomkin's bridge. The port and startboard bulkheads blew out almost simultaneously - the slug had passed straight through.

As the surviving bridge crew stood up and tried to take stock of the damage, their ears suddenly picked up a curious crackling. Low, barely audible, but there. They looked out of the gaping hole in the bridge's starboard bulkhead in horror. A lance of flame was approaching, from the same direction as the shot.

When the conflagration struck, the steel and glass bridge wilted under the heat. Yastrab, who had been sprinting up the stairs to the bridge looked upwards when he heard the deafening noise. His bridge has been sheared clean off.
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« Reply #1323 on: March 09, 2009, 09:37:43 pm »

Yastrab threw himself down the stairway. A squad of his Legionnaires help him stand "Sir what do we do now?" the lieutenant asked his voice cool “to Battery command. I want that ship that hit us torn from the sky" Yastrab angrily strode off to the battery command past AA crews and deck crew. As he ordered his revenge the Pravda and Mir both air carriers were launchings their squadrons of Gyros. The tempest fighters were small and not the quickest vessels in the air but the twined 20mm cannons were a nice punch along with the rack of eight three inch rockets. It was the Hurricanes the heavy Gyros with their compliment of 12 inch rockets and two turret mounted 20 mm cannons along with 3 7.92x57mm machineguns could heavily damage enemy aircraft. The captains of both air carriers had witnessed the attack on the flagship and the attacking ship had become their number one target. The squadrons of Tempest and Hurricanes peeled away and drove full speed after the vessel. They were now coming from 4directions at different levels. The Potemkin was now above new Babbage's lower outer wards on level with the mid section of the city. Turrets A and D (the foremost one and two gunned keel mounted weapon) were now firing broadside into the heart of the city with High Explosive rounds. Turret B and C (the second and highest turret and the rear mounted one) were now firing at the IFS Feurrader. The two other squadrons of Russian ships were now in amongst the IFS fleet blasting ships from the air. the Squadron surrounding the Potemkin was shelling the city.
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« Reply #1324 on: March 09, 2009, 10:52:49 pm »

"We're taking heavy losses. Order the expeditionary force to make a fighting retreat and fall back to Vendigroth. Tell Peregrine to commence fire with his conventional guns. In the mean time, I'm approving the application of standing order one."

As one, the authority muttered something. Petrovich didn't have the authority to approve any standing orders at all, and standing order was the most important.

Meanwhile, at Vendigroth's tactical control, the course of the battle was being charted. the Fleet was taking serious damage. 50 ships, a quarter of the expeditionary force sent to guard New Babbage had been destroyed, and the rest were signalling urgently for reinforcements. Petrovich's order for the force to retreat was pored over, argued about and finally agreed upon. A tactical manoeuver could be applied here.

"Sir...The Feurrader is requesting urgent assistance. They're under heavy attack."

Zufar's ship, the Joyeuse executed a neat lateral spin and plunged back into the battle, with the intention of rescuing Kershaw and the crew of the Feurrader. Kershaw, however, had another idea. Almost all of his officers were busy manning the anti-aircraft guns, trying to fend off the attacking gyros. Kershaw himself was operating the hypersonic device. The next shot from the Feurrader skewered the Potomkin amidships, the hull and deck plates melting under the incandescant onslaught. All the while, under Peregrine's direction, the ætheric helix discharged fitfully, on a much reduced power, picking off the odd ship that strayed far enough away to be targeted safely. The 18-inch guns on the city, controlled by the difference engine that was responsible for many of the city's complex calculations, however, were much more active, pouring a steady stream of high-explosive shells into the attacking armada.

What had started with peace negotiations was rapidly turning out to be a massacre.
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