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Storm Rider
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I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1325 on: March 09, 2009, 11:59:08 pm »

Yastrab straightened himself from the shock of the last hit. “Damage report!" he called” we are hit amidships, heavy damage to secondary systems primary systems are unaffected the ships structure is holding strong "Yastrab smiled. The Russian ships were all similarly built to withstand inhuman damage. The enemy 18 inch shells were bouncing of the hull and the enemy gun emplacements are smashed in turn. With a whoop of joy the crew cries out as another Helix folds in on itself from another barrage of the super heavy rounds. As the Potemkin circles around for the next Helix the gyros were now lancing the Feurrader with rocket and cannon fire. Despite the heavy losses from the ship itself and the Joyeuse there was still plenty to bring down the thin skinned monster. As the Joyeuse tags a hurricane Strike Gyro pulping three of the four crew the pilot called Stanislav Frolov had lost his wife during the “Five Year Plan” in his homeland. He smiles bloodily as he turns his heavy gyro upwards into a twisting loop slamming the Gyro into the top of the Feurrader, the Gyro’s payload of rockets touch off all at once splitting the hull of the Feurrader. In that moment Frolov sees his wife once more.
   
Colonel Yakov Pavlov gripped the hand rails of his gunship as he looked around. He could barely see the other several dozen gunships in the thick white smoke but he knew they were there. There is a crackle over the heavy radio set “ Pavlov you are there?” Yastrab’s voice crackles over the link with the sound of shouting voices in the background “Dah comrade leader” “good it is time then. Good look remember destroy as many Helixes as you can then get out. Go show these bastards why they shouldn’t try to steal the skies from us” Pavlov turns to the steersman of the gunship “go” all at once the heavy flat faced gunships break cover from the smoke heading straight for the closest levels New Babage the gunship’s deck guns firing high Explosive and canister shot into the city.
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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.))
Bellono
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Blades, fists, guns, bow if its a weapon il use it


« Reply #1326 on: March 10, 2009, 10:51:07 am »

Bellono was back abored the Reckless Abandon and screaming fire orders to deckhands on his way to man the new heavy 105mm howitzers recently implaced along the Reckless's deck... He was joying in the display of firepower and started to manually operate one gun he joyed with each explosion that he sent into New Babbage
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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
Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1327 on: March 10, 2009, 11:31:31 am »

The third and final helix was destroyed. Half of New Babbage was ablaze, and Peregrine knew he'd failed. The heavy shells continued to rain down, blasting more and more of the modern architecture away, revealing the original, immutable structure: A steel disc, three miles wide, suspended in the air. It'd been buried in the desert sand for forty-thousand years before the Fleet had stumbled across it. No historian could even venture a guess as to why the original occupants had decided to suspend a few million tonnes of steel in the air. Maybe they did it simply because they could.

As New Babbage was disarmed, so too was the IFS Feurrader. A suicide attack had completely penetrated the ship's air defenses, and crashed against the deck. The Feurrader, being laden with propellant and fuel had blown itself to smithereens.

"Zufar to TC. The IFS Feurrader has been destroyed. The current situation is untenable. Please deploy the other eleven Joyeuse-class ships. Please send in the Fleet."

A reply crackled across his speakers: "Negative, Zufar. The Expeditionary Force is in full retreat. Peregrine has been ordered to lock down New Babbage and ascend to his ceiling height of one hundred thousand feet. Your orders are to return to Vendigroth at full speed and regroup."

Zufar seethed with rage. He'd been denied the ships he needed to win the battle! New Babbage had been ordered to ascend to an insane height and his request for the other eleven raiders had been refused.

In Vendigroth's tactical control room, however, a plan was afoot. The city's own ætheric helix was to be used, for the first time ever. The mile-wide weapon was being powered up even as the conversation between Zufar and tactical control was beginning.  The sixteen pylons were cycled and tested in sequence, and each was found to be operational. Vendigroth’s power source was hardly as potent as New Babbage’s, but it would do.
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« Reply #1328 on: March 10, 2009, 01:20:57 pm »

" Enemy target has been de-clawed Comrade Stalin" a observation officer smile to Yastrab " good then we have done what we came here to do, signal the pirate fleet that we are disengaging. What is the status of the grenadiers?" " they are exfiltrating now." " sir there seems to be activity on the dessert floor. Intelligence beleives it is a massive energy weapon! " Yastrab cursed" thats it get us out of here. Make smoke and try to keep New babbage betwen us and that weapon." Yastrab picked up a communication mic" Yastrab to Abandon, we have done what we came to do. I don't think we can take on that monster on the dessert floor.....well not today. I am withdrawing my fleet" The Potemkin seeping black smoke from it's many wounds turned still hammering New Babbage . The three squadrons of the RUssian fleet were covering themselves in the concealing white smoke all of the ships hoping to get away from the Vendigroth weapon.
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1329 on: March 10, 2009, 11:35:59 pm »

"Colonel! The Russian ships are disengaging!"

"Very well. I need to know their current position. Relay the information to Helix one."

"Sir, current location is thirty-four miles out, at an altitude of between fire hundred and two thousand feet."

"They're too far for the helix to hit them reliably, then. Stand it down.Track them with the ÆDAR system, I want to be sure they're leaving our borders."

"Aye, sir." The electric lights of the city flickered for a moment as the vast charge was absorbed by the power grid.

"Since they're departing...Send them a message. Broadcast this on all frequencies, so that they can hear it: 'Rabota u nas prostaya,
Rabota nasha takaya: Zhila bu' strana rodnaya, i netu drugikh zabot.'"

"It's done, sir. But if I may interject, protecting our homeland is no simple job."
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Storm Rider
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1330 on: March 11, 2009, 03:42:38 am »

A laugh echoed across the airwaves. It was Yastrab "oh very patriotic colonel. But the firstfleet has allready gone to far for my people's liking. The Helixs, that fine sniping ship, New Babbage and it's very intersting power source are weapons that could rule the sky. I won't allow that" Yastrab smiled as he sat in the ward room of the Potemkin.
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ShredsnPatches
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« Reply #1331 on: March 11, 2009, 11:23:22 am »

Shreds had thundered at full tilt back into the communications room of the Reckless Abandon, and was now screaming Burnside's orders into the mouthpiece.
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Havoc for Hire!

"RUN! THEY'RE FIRING POLICEMEN!"

Mending is better than ending, no matter what Aldous Huxley might think Wink
Storm Rider
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1332 on: March 13, 2009, 04:06:16 pm »

" Has the Pirate Fleet disengaged yet" Yastrab asked " not as yet sir but our smoke screen is shielding them" " good" with that Yastrab flicked a switch on his wireless set " I want to speak to your master, Admiral, I want to speak to Vendigroth"
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Bellono
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Blades, fists, guns, bow if its a weapon il use it


« Reply #1333 on: March 14, 2009, 01:00:23 pm »

Bellono was shocked the fight was just getting good he wanted to get close enough to use his blades but alas now the Russians were pulling back "NOT LIKE YOU TO RETREAT COLONEL!!!!" Bellono screamed at the Russians as their ships pulled back... He wanted to kill as many things as he could his blood was up!! but it was not up to him the smoke opscured his artillery piece from the floating city Bellono was rageing as he pumped more shells into the smoke hoping to kill something. Then he reached for another shell to find the ammo box empty "AMMO!!! I NEED MORE AMMO"
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1334 on: March 15, 2009, 10:53:47 pm »

"I want to speak to your master, Admiral, I want to speak to Vendigroth"

The admiral in charge of the tactical control room drew breath for a witty retort, then thought better of it. At any rate, Sir Nikolas may well have been interested in talking to the man.

After a deputation of elite guards had been assembled, briefed, and had finally found their leader lurking in the city's infirmary, he was summarily escorted to the war room.

After five minutes of hurried discussion and movement, their leader was directed to a seat in front of a microphone and spoke.

"To whom am I speaking," He rasped. "What do you want?"
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Storm Rider
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1335 on: March 16, 2009, 11:34:22 pm »

" ah I have been waited to hear you voice Vendigroth. My Name is Yastrab leader of the Free nation of Open Sky. I am sure you remember that old backward country of Arkhangelsk. You had some dealings with the former rulers of it in fact. Do you remember that Vendigroth? that trade of technical advisors for a vast block of lead?"
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« Reply #1336 on: March 16, 2009, 11:45:27 pm »

Silence reigned.

"Yes...I do recall trading advisors for lead. If I recall correctly...The previous encumbents found no use for their outlandish theories whatsoever. They were shipped back in no little disgrace after twelve months. What of it?"
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Storm Rider
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1337 on: March 18, 2009, 06:13:07 pm »

"Well you must remember the one that came returned here? the one that helped the regime here forge work camps to drive the five year plan here. You must remember how he ran when we toppled the monarchy and how I had Burnside kill him. If he was an example of the people you control Vendigroth then I am duty bound to continue this war and there will be SUCH WAR!" Yastrab was angry and his voice growled over the radio " Your weapons are nightmares incarnate, no man should use that which is locked in that slab of Lead. We will return Vedigroth and our numbers will shatter your city. But in the mean time enjoy the gifts my grenadiers left when they raided your floating monster " down below on New babbage fourty thick walled cylanders had been strategically placed across the outer rim of New Babbage where the Grenadiers had attacked. Under coverfing fire from the Grenadiers dozens of pioneers had run dettenation cord across the city connecting the devices together. Yastrab hit a switch and a very powerful radio pulse was fired at New Babbage. silitaneously vents on the top of the cylinders opend. The gas that erupted from the cylinders was colourless but buy displaceing the atmosphere in the surround itcreates a growing sphere of what looks like heat haze. Several workes fall over gasping for air as the oxygen is psuhed away from them. A full twenty seconds have gone buy and the cloud of distortion is now hugr. Yastrab smilled and clicked his fingers at exactly twenty one seconds since he sent the radio pulse. A single pyrotechnic charge lit up. In an instant the cloub blooms into a fire balls that sucks in air all around it men suffocate as the air is litterally sucked from their lungs from the growing vacum. The citys windows explode outwards into the vacum. Then all at once it reverses and a shockwave blassts outward destroying a handful of First Fleet ships near that side of the city. The blast wave shears steel and stone tossing the city on all three axi like a suden typhon. Yastrab was laughing as he watched the massive detonation.
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1338 on: March 18, 2009, 06:59:09 pm »

As the light represending New Babbage flickered, then went dark, A dull mood came over the room. They didn't know that the city was intact, but suffering a monumental amount of damage.

"Your hypocrisy disturbs me, comrade. You call my weapons monstrous, and you release something like that. Since I found this city, the safety of its citizens has been my utmost priority. The Fleet was built to ensure the safety of my trading ships. New Babbage was armed only for self-defense. Why else do you think the range of the helices is limited to thirty miles?"

Nikolas picked up a pencil and scribbled a sentence on a pad of paper while still talking.

"You protest that I'm stealing the sky, that my policies are agressive, my weapons brutal. Have you ever paused for reflection?"

The sheet of paper was filling up rapidly.

"Only in desperation did I turn to your old regime. If you'd seen the damage she'd caused in the early days, you'd agree with me that incarcerating her was the only option. That said, I'm certain you don't understand this city nearly as well as you should, nor its contents.

Silently, he tore off a page and handed it to an officer, then continued writing.

"Reflection, Comrade, is the quality which seperates men from angels and beasts. What history records about your old regime also applies to you. The opression and arrogance. The instilled confidence that dissent can be quelled by force. It's ironic. You've become that which you destroyed, and nothing has changed at all."
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Storm Rider
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

I lie and murder and I do it all for my people


« Reply #1339 on: March 19, 2009, 07:18:17 pm »

 Yastrab did reflect on this. Then he took the microphone and walked down into one of the main spaces of the battleship. In a long hall that was a troop compartment over four hundred or so Grenadiers and naval men were tending to wounds, smoking and eating. They go quite when they see him " Men, the great Vendigroth says he is the victim in this war, that we and more specifaclly me your leader is a blood thirsty monster. Tell me men do you want this war, do you think we are wrong that I am wrong?" there was silence in the hold then a sailor stands up " we are with you Comrade Stalin, we beleive in yoU" another stands up his arm in a sling " we will fight with you Comrade Stalin!" more voices join with these first two, more and more stand and shout till one word echoes the clearest " WAR! WAR! WAR!" Yastrab held the mircophone up so Vendigroth can hear the men " we are coming for you Vendigroth you will see" Yastrab said into the mic before he cut his transmission. The Russian fleet formed up and travfeld fast back to friendly Airspace.
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Bellono
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of

Blades, fists, guns, bow if its a weapon il use it


« Reply #1340 on: March 26, 2009, 02:34:25 pm »

Bellono stopped trying to reach ammo and stood amazed at the destruction caused.... He whistled "What is there left to do to this place?.... Those Russians sure do nice fireworks!!!!"
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Sir Nikolas Vendigroth
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« Reply #1341 on: April 04, 2009, 08:08:28 pm »

As soon as the Russian armada had departed, the Fleet's medical crews and salvage units had moved in on the wreckage. Apart from one angry Italian throwing spanners over the side of an airship, the operation had been dead calm. They'd rescued nine hundred airmen trapped in the broken hulks of airships, and taken four hundred prisoners. And had recovered the dead, who had been placed in the city's mortuary.

A service and a concert were being held in the city's largest gallery. Vendigroth being a nation with a secular government, it was wholly civil, rather than religious. Doctors and engineers, however, had sprung to work as soon as it was practical.

One doctor in particular was hard at work. Dr. William Gibson hadn't attended the concert with the rest of the Authority, he had much more important work to do.

In his laboratory on the 20th and lowest inhabited level of the city, Gibson was in the best place of all the listen to the concert. The odd construction of the place had led to his laboratory being the most acoustically perfect area, the sound reverberating down, but it was lost on him.

As Mozart's Lacrimosa began, Gibson worked at his macabre task. A heavily anaesthatised airman lay on the table before him, his legs, an eye and left arm had been blasted away by a shell penetrating the hull of his airship, then bursting, killing most of the crew.

As the mournful tune progressed, Gibson leaned back and studied his work. He'd fitted prosthetic legs and a mechanical arm, and was pleased with his work. The mechanical replacements were as good as, no, better than the man's original limbs!

He started on the eyes. The eye modules themselves were glossy black spheres, suspended inside a casing without touching it. Ever so gently, he lowered the conductive filaments into the airman's eye socket. The trickiest part of the entire procedure was placing the filaments in exactly the right place. Once the filaments were in place, he lowered the rest of the module and sutured it in. Not pretty, but it'd do the job.

He switched off the bright surgical lights and wheeled the airman through to a ward, full of similar cases. Saving lives wasn't his usual task, but every doctor in the city had been dragged to duty. Even field medics had chipped in.

He signed his patient off to an exhausted nurse. "Here's another one. Lower legs, left arm and left eye replaced, as well as some extensive lacerations and puncture wounds to the torso, which I stitched up as best I could." He indicated razor-thin, impeccably neat lines of stitches on the man's chest. "They should hold, for now. He's full of morphine, too."

As he walked away, he wondered about the prisoners on the surface. No doubt they'd be chained up in cages. Not so bad at night...

The last batch of prisoners the Fleet'd captured had been sent directly to him. Most of them had been converted into ASPs and were standing docile in a pen near his laboratory. The rest were floating in tanks in his office. Some of them were in eternity's repose. Some weren't, and were entirely conscious, slaves to Gibson's curiosity. These new prisoners, however, were from a more civilised nation, that would expect their people to remain unharmed. Best to leave them on the surface for now, then.

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