Note: Yep. Mission briefings are fun. Woo.
XII: I Never Kid
Bridge, TCS Gallante
Orestes System, en route to Alcor System jump point
1215 Hours, Local Standard
“Good afternoon, Ensign Moran, what’s going on?”
Ensign Lucy Moran, 1st Watch tactical officer aboard the TCS Gallante, looked up from her operations console upon hearing that familiar voice. She turned to peer over her shoulder and caught sight of Colonel Keldorn Firecam working his way across the bridge to her station. The elder officer was keyed up and anxious; while he did a good job of hiding it, he still suffered from the same pre-mission jitters that had plagued him when he was still seeing field duty. Logic dictated that sending people into combat was easier than going oneself.
In Keldorn’s view, logic was a dirty liar.
If anything, he felt worse sending the “kids” out to fight as opposed to going himself. He hated feeling his age. The simple fact was that he just couldn’t keep up, anymore. All the running and gunning was a young man’s game, and he was no longer a member of that club.
But damned if anyone was going to tell him that there wasn’t -something- he could do to keep the Dominion hordes from swarming all of known space. Operational planning was an important aspect of every mission, and he was still quite good at -that-.
“Ensign?” he prompted again, gently, when Moran didn’t reply right away.
“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Jade, Jared decided not to kill himself, and he's changed his will leaving the Towers to Jade instead of Emerald, but Emerald found out about it, and now she's trying to seduce Chet to give her the new will so that she can destroy it; Montana's planning to kill Jared at midnight so the Towers will belong to Emerald and Montana, but I think she's going to double-cross him and he doesn't know it yet. Poor Chet.”
Keldorn blinked. “Lucy… what’s going on here?”
“Oh… um… sorry, Colonel. Navigation reports we’re roughly ninety minutes away from the Alcor jump point. Reconnaissance drones have just started reporting in. We’re getting vague sensor tracks on the Dominion ships in the area, but we don’t have anything really definite regarding deployments.” She frowned as she accessed a slew of data on her computer. “There’s a lot of red on those scopes, though. I’d guess the orcs are planning on staying. We’ve also been monitoring communications traffic. Nothing on standard Confed channels, but we’ve intercepted plenty of Dominion ship-to-ship transmissions. I forwarded everything we could grab to Crypto, but it’s not looking good.”
Firecam scowled as well. “How come?”
Moran shrugged. “Lieutenant Lefler tells me that the Dominion 3rd fleet recently switched over to a new encryption protocol… completely different from the Argent code we broke last month. They’ve got no basis for translation…” She waved her hand casually. “The usual tech-head stuff. Robin could probably tell you more if you asked her.”
“Hmmm.”
“I guess…” she hesitated, “I guess we’re going in blind, huh, Colonel?”
“I would prefer that we had more information to work with, yes, but we’ll make do with what we have.”
Moran didn’t look convinced. “Yes, sir,” she replied, handing him an electronic pad. “A summary of all the data we’ve gathered so far. I took the liberty of handing out copies to Alpha, Delta, Epsilon and Omega leaders. Major Llyr and her gang are waiting for you in the briefing room.”
Keldorn nodded, tucking the datapad into a shirt pocket. He brought his hand up in a crisp salute. “Thank you, Ensign… carry on.”
“Aye, sir…”
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Primary Briefing Annex, TCS Gallante
1231 Hours, Local Standard
The sun was shining brightly, the air was warm but neither too dry nor overly moist; a soft breeze wafted in, bringing with it the pleasant, crisp tang of seawater, and raising tiny goosepimples on the skin of her bare arms even as it blew her hair away from her face and towards her ears. Strong but amazingly clever and gentle hands kneaded her back, slowly coaxing the knotted muscles to relax, easing the tension out of them.
She sighed contentedly as those adroit appendages continued their work, fingers skillfully and untiringly working their magic.
“Madam…” A voice as smooth as spun-silk crept up on her right side. “The barrel of 151 rum you requested has arrived…”
The young woman smiled and stretched languidly, wrists rotating, ankles rolling, knees and elbows flexing, toes curling. “Ah… splendid… be a doll, would you, and place it over by the Jacuzzi?”
The response was prompt and perfectly accommodating “Of course, my lady… as you wish…”
“Wait… actually, I believe I’d prefer that rum IN the Jacuzzi… it shall be ‘The Jaboozie’!”
The man nodded obligingly and bowed his head, then scurried away to fulfill her request.
“Mmmmmm… ohhhhhh…” the woman groaned with satisfaction as her masseuse managed to flatten out a particularly grueling knot in her shoulders. “You are simply -scrumptious-…” she told him, “Those hands… do you moisturize?”
…
“Im… for Tyr’s sake, wake up and pay attention!”
Falynn’s voice seemed abnormally harsh and grating as it jarred Imoen back to full alertness. “Huh?!”
“I don’t believe it… you were asleep!”
“Uh… no, I wasn’t. There was a bug in my eye, and I was trying to suffocate it…”
“Knock it off, sis. This is important, ok?”
Imoen’s expression went all pouty. “Fine.”
“… while the Concordia and her escorts will attack the Dominion fleet. The Gallante and her fighter squadrons will use the confusion to split off from the main engagement, enter high orbit of Alcor III and deploy Alpha, Delta, Epsilon, and Omega squads to the planetary surface. Insertion will be via Aegis-class shuttle, as always.”
Falynn suddenly, inexplicably, and unexpectedly found herself yawning. Appalled, brown eyes widening in burgeoning horror, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Not fast enough.
“Am I boring you, Major Llyr?” Keldorn asked, turning his baleful gaze upon her.
Imoen snickered, then let out a strangled-sounding yelp as she caught a pair of elbows in the ribs for her trouble. Her annoyed glare was almost as chilling as Keldorn’s; she just wasn’t sure whether to direct it towards Falynn or Jaheira, both of whom had just assaulted her.
“I thought we discussed this earlier, Major. I ordered you to get some sleep.”
Lynn shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, sir… but sleeping’s the easy part. It’s the getting up that’s hard. I’ve always had trouble getting up when it’s dark out.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment, mild confusion registering on his face. “We’re in space. It’s always dark out.”
Falynn, crestfallen, sighed dejectedly. “I know… I know…”
Keldorn continued, clearly trying to ignore that brief exchange. “As I was saying…”
Imoen raised her hand. “Uh, Colonel?”
“Lieutenant, we’ve already discussed this. My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is my wife’s pot roast, and my favorite holofilm is ‘Strength & Honor’ though ‘Assault at Merkava Bridge’ is a close second.”
She grinned. “Serious question, sir… see? I even called you ‘sir’.”
One of his eyebrows rose; he waited… semi-patiently.
“Do we have an extraction plan as of yet?”
He seemed surprised that she’d actually been the one to ask such a thing (That seemed to be her intent), but he did have an answer ready. “I was going to get to that, but yes. Current operational plan calls for you and the other teams to establish a beachhead of sorts in this area, here…” Keldorn pointed to the screen behind him which was displaying a section of the planetary surface. The area was lightly forested and was well away from any major population centers – not that the agricultural colony had all that many of those.
“Delta and Epsilon groups will recon in force to the east; their patrol routes should take them to the base of the Caspian mountain range, here…” An area of the map, depicting what looked to be a sizeable mountain range, traversing the entire continent from north to south, glowed faintly. Alpha and Omega groups will head west; your job will be to reconnoiter the forested areas for Orcish patrols and eliminate whatever you find. Upon completion of your sweep, Alpha and Omega will retreat to the Caspians. Provided all goes well, several regiments from the Confederation 1st Army will have arrived in the LZ you secured. They, in conjunction with Delta and Epilon groups, will be tasked with constructing a firebase for use during extended planetary operations. Any other questions?”
“One more, Colonel.”
“All right, Lieutenant, go ahead.”
Imoen frowned. “Not to sound like a horse’s posterior, but… why are we doing this?” She shrugged, but it wasn’t a casual expression in the least. “Alcor’s main export is food… we don’t have a shortage of that. We -do- have a shortage of practically everything else, though. Luna shipyards are running dry of raw materials… I’ve heard the Arc-Royal Cordon group in Belsavis sector can only sortie 33 percent of its assets at a time because of a reactor fuel shortage… a… and what about Atkatla Station? Amn sector’s a wreck, the Dominion’s had occupying forces there since last Marpenoth…” She sighed. “There… just seem to be more important targets to hit. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to give the Dominion -any- ground, either, and I want to help those farmers as much as the next girl, but… don’t we need to pick our battles?”
The old Colonel nodded sadly. “I fully agree with you, Lieutenant… there is no shortage of the enemy to fight, and our resources are quite limited… but have you asked yourself just what the Dominion is -doing- launching a full invasion fleet at a target of questionable strategic importance?”
She nodded solemnly. “The thought -had- crossed my mind, Colonel.”
Falynn interjected. “Well, obviously, they want something… something -big-… the question is ‘What?’ What could possibly be so important that the Dominion would launch an entire battle group to steal it from us?”
Abruptly and unexpectedly, Valygar cut in. “A top secret experimental weapons research facility seven point six two miles underneath the Morellian Plateau.” He motioned towards the operational map which showed a flattened mesa some distance away from their proposed landing zone – only nobody was actually looking at the map.
The Sergeant found himself the target of several wide-eyed stares. Keldorn and Valygar himself were the only two who didn’t look surprised.
Imoen found her voice first. “You’re kidding.”
“I never kid.”
The Black Omegas, Ch XII: I Never Kid
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You sound excited
If anything, he felt worse sending the “kids” out to fight as opposed to going himself. He hated feeling his age. The simple fact was that he just couldn’t keep up, anymore. All the running and gunning was a young man’s game, and he was no longer a member of that club.
Aww, yeah Keldorn’s a good Colonel… I can just see him swelling with pride when his ‘kids’ do well
“Oh… um… sorry, Colonel. Navigation reports we’re roughly ninety minutes away from the Alcor jump point. Reconnaissance drones have just started reporting in. We’re getting vague sensor tracks on the Dominion ships in the area, but we don’t have anything really definite regarding deployments.” She frowned as she accessed a slew of data on her computer. “There’s a lot of red on those scopes, though. I’d guess the orcs are planning on staying. We’ve also been monitoring communications traffic. Nothing on standard Confed channels, but we’ve intercepted plenty of Dominion ship-to-ship transmissions. I forwarded everything we could grab to Crypto, but it’s not looking good.”
Yeah… it’s either looking very bad or suspiciously easy… there is never the golden middle way in these cases…
Moran didn’t look convinced. “Yes, sir,” she replied, handing him an electronic pad. “A summary of all the data we’ve gathered so far. I took the liberty of handing out copies to Alpha, Delta, Epsilon and Omega leaders. Major Llyr and her gang are waiting for you in the briefing room.”
And they won’t be delighted to hear that they must charge in blindly…
“Mmmmmm… ohhhhhh…” the woman groaned with satisfaction as her masseuse managed to flatten out a particularly grueling knot in her shoulders. “You are simply -scrumptious-…” she told him, “Those hands… do you moisturize?”
…
“Im… for Tyr’s sake, wake up and pay attention!”
Damn! Such a delicious dream, too!
“Uh… no, I wasn’t. There was a bug in my eye, and I was trying to suffocate it…”
LOL! Right… very good excuse…
“Am I boring you, Major Llyr?” Keldorn asked, turning his baleful gaze upon her.
Apparently so…
Imoen snickered, then let out a strangled-sounding yelp as she caught a pair of elbows in the ribs for her trouble. Her annoyed glare was almost as chilling as Keldorn’s; she just wasn’t sure whether to direct it towards Falynn or Jaheira, both of whom had just assaulted her.
They are all wicked. Imoen raised her hand. “Uh, Colonel?”
“Lieutenant, we’ve already discussed this. My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is my wife’s pot roast, and my favorite holofilm is ‘Strength & Honor’ though ‘Assault at Merkava Bridge’ is a close second.”
Now why doesn’t he think Immy seriously? Imoen frowned. “Not to sound like a horse’s posterior, but… why are we doing this?” She shrugged, but it wasn’t a casual expression in the least. “Alcor’s main export is food… we don’t have a shortage of that. We -do- have a shortage of practically everything else, though. Luna shipyards are running dry of raw materials… I’ve heard the Arc-Royal Cordon group in Belsavis sector can only sortie 33 percent of its assets at a time because of a reactor fuel shortage… a… and what about Atkatla Station? Amn sector’s a wreck, the Dominion’s had occupying forces there since last Marpenoth…” She sighed. “There… just seem to be more important targets to hit. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to give the Dominion -any- ground, either, and I want to help those farmers as much as the next girl, but… don’t we need to pick our battles?”
The old Colonel nodded sadly. “I fully agree with you, Lieutenant… there is no shortage of the enemy to fight, and our resources are quite limited… but have you asked yourself just what the Dominion is -doing- launching a full invasion fleet at a target of questionable strategic importance?”
Nice interchange – high intelligence vs. high wisdom
Abruptly and unexpectedly, Valygar cut in. “A top secret experimental weapons research facility seventy six point three two miles underneath the Morellian Plateau.” He motioned towards the operational map which showed a flattened mesa some distance away from their proposed landing zone – only nobody was actually looking at the map.
Eghhh… maybe Confeds should learn to hide their top-secret facilities a bit better?
Imoen found her voice first. “You’re kidding.”
“I never kid.”
Ugh… somehow Val was a perfect for delivery of ‘that’ kind of news…
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With this crew, yeah, I bet!
“Good afternoon, Ensign Moran, what’s going on?”
Ensign Lucy Moran, 1st Watch tactical officer aboard the TCS Gallante, looked up from her operations console upon hearing that familiar voice. She turned to peer over her shoulder and caught sight of Colonel Keldorn Firecam working his way across the bridge to her station. The elder officer was keyed up and anxious; while he did a good job of hiding it, he still suffered from the same pre-mission jitters that had plagued him when he was still seeing field duty. Logic dictated that sending people into combat was easier than going oneself.
In Keldorn’s view, logic was a dirty liar.
Here here... I'd say sending men into battle is a lot worse. You can't sling a rifle and join them... That's the sign of a good officer (and with Keldy, is that much of a surprise?)
If anything, he felt worse sending the “kids” out to fight as opposed to going himself. He hated feeling his age. The simple fact was that he just couldn’t keep up, anymore. All the running and gunning was a young man’s game, and he was no longer a member of that club.
Wise enough to know he can't quite do it any more..
But damned if anyone was going to tell him that there wasn’t -something- he could do to keep the Dominion hordes from swarming all of known space. Operational planning was an important aspect of every mission, and he was still quite good at -that-.
Everybody has a skill.. and if you've lived that long and can't plan, you should retire to New Vegas... cuz you're one lucky punk.
“Ensign?” he prompted again, gently, when Moran didn’t reply right away.
“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Jade, Jared decided not to kill himself, and he's changed his will leaving the Towers to Jade instead of Emerald, but Emerald found out about it, and now she's trying to seduce Chet to give her the new will so that she can destroy it; Montana's planning to kill Jared at midnight so the Towers will belong to Emerald and Montana, but I think she's going to double-cross him and he doesn't know it yet. Poor Chet.”
Been watching the soaps much?
Keldorn blinked. “Lucy… what’s going on here?”
Lucy, I'm home! (Sorry, just had to do it...)
“Oh… um… sorry, Colonel. Navigation reports we’re roughly ninety minutes away from the Alcor jump point. Reconnaissance drones have just started reporting in. We’re getting vague sensor tracks on the Dominion ships in the area, but we don’t have anything really definite regarding deployments.” She frowned as she accessed a slew of data on her computer. “There’s a lot of red on those scopes, though. I’d guess the orcs are planning on staying. We’ve also been monitoring communications traffic. Nothing on standard Confed channels, but we’ve intercepted plenty of Dominion ship-to-ship transmissions. I forwarded everything we could grab to Crypto, but it’s not looking good.”
Bloody orcs. Filthy smelly orcsies!
Moran shrugged. “Lieutenant Lefler tells me that the Dominion 3rd fleet recently switched over to a new encryption protocol… completely different from the Argent code we broke last month. They’ve got no basis for translation…” She waved her hand casually. “The usual tech-head stuff. Robin could probably tell you more if you asked her.”
Robin Lefler? Bwahahahahaahha!!! I betcha there is one girl in Crypto whose got her own set of Rules. Nice ref!
“Hmmm.”
“I guess…” she hesitated, “I guess we’re going in blind, huh, Colonel?”
Well, not entirely.. but yeah.
“I would prefer that we had more information to work with, yes, but we’ll make do with what we have.”
Eternal optimism!
The sun was shining brightly, the air was warm but neither too dry nor overly moist; a soft breeze wafted in, bringing with it the pleasant, crisp tang of seawater, and raising tiny goosepimples on the skin of her bare arms even as it blew her hair away from her face and towards her ears. Strong but amazingly clever and gentle hands kneaded her back, slowly coaxing the knotted muscles to relax, easing the tension out of them.
She sighed contentedly as those adroit appendages continued their work, fingers skillfully and untiringly working their magic.
“Madam…” A voice as smooth as spun-silk crept up on her right side. “The barrel of 151 rum you requested has arrived…”
Well, this is definitely Imoen we're talking about...
The young woman smiled and stretched languidly, wrists rotating, ankles rolling, knees and elbows flexing, toes curling. “Ah… splendid… be a doll, would you, and place it over by the Jacuzzi?”
The response was prompt and perfectly accommodating “Of course, my lady… as you wish…”
“Wait… actually, I believe I’d prefer that rum IN the Jacuzzi… it shall be ‘The Jaboozie’!”
A Jaboozie? ROFL!
The man nodded obligingly and bowed his head, then scurried away to fulfill her request.
“Mmmmmm… ohhhhhh…” the woman groaned with satisfaction as her masseuse managed to flatten out a particularly grueling knot in her shoulders. “You are simply -scrumptious-…” she told him, “Those hands… do you moisturize?”
What a nice dream!
Too bad it wasn't real.... or it didn't get too personal... “Im… for Tyr’s sake, wake up and pay attention!”
Falynn’s voice seemed abnormally harsh and grating as it jarred Imoen back to full alertness. “Huh?!”
“I don’t believe it… you were asleep!”
Sleeping during a briefing? Jeez... she did have a rough night.
“Uh… no, I wasn’t. There was a bug in my eye, and I was trying to suffocate it…”
Likely story!
“Knock it off, sis. This is important, ok?”
Imoen’s expression went all pouty. “Fine.”
“… while the Concordia and her escorts will attack the Dominion fleet. The Gallante and her fighter squadrons will use the confusion to split off from the main engagement, enter high orbit of Alcor III and deploy Alpha, Delta, Epsilon, and Omega squads to the planetary surface. Insertion will be via Aegis-class shuttle, as always.”
So that's the battle plan, huh? Interesting. Let's just hope the diversion works...
Falynn suddenly, inexplicably, and unexpectedly found herself yawning. Appalled, brown eyes widening in burgeoning horror, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Not fast enough.
I hate those... in fact.. I just had a yawn like that... LOL
“Am I boring you, Major Llyr?” Keldorn asked, turning his baleful gaze upon her.
Uh oh
Imoen snickered, then let out a strangled-sounding yelp as she caught a pair of elbows in the ribs for her trouble. Her annoyed glare was almost as chilling as Keldorn’s; she just wasn’t sure whether to direct it towards Falynn or Jaheira, both of whom had just assaulted her.
“I thought we discussed this earlier, Major. I ordered you to get some sleep.”
Lynn shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, sir… but sleeping’s the easy part. It’s the getting up that’s hard. I’ve always had trouble getting up when it’s dark out.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment, mild confusion registering on his face. “We’re in space. It’s always dark out.”
Falynn, crestfallen, sighed dejectedly. “I know… I know…”
And now Falynn is channeling Ivonova! Hehehehe
Keldorn continued, clearly trying to ignore that brief exchange. “As I was saying…”
Imoen raised her hand. “Uh, Colonel?”
Oh boy....
“Lieutenant, we’ve already discussed this. My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is my wife’s pot roast, and my favorite holofilm is ‘Strength & Honor’ though ‘Assault at Merkava Bridge’ is a close second.”
ROFL... he's used to her questions I see...
She grinned. “Serious question, sir… see? I even called you ‘sir’.”
One of his eyebrows rose; he waited… semi-patiently.
KASNORT! ROFL
“Do we have an extraction plan as of yet?”
He seemed surprised that she’d actually been the one to ask such a thing (That seemed to be her intent), but he did have an answer ready. “I was going to get to that, but yes. Current operational plan calls for you and the other teams to establish a beachhead of sorts in this area, here…” Keldorn pointed to the screen behind him which was displaying a section of the planetary surface. The area was lightly forested and was well away from any major population centers – not that the agricultural colony had all that many of those.
“Delta and Epsilon groups will recon in force to the east; their patrol routes should take them to the base of the Caspian mountain range, here…” An area of the map, depicting what looked to be a sizeable mountain range, traversing the entire continent from north to south, glowed faintly. Alpha and Omega groups will head west; your job will be to reconnoiter the forested areas for Orcish patrols and eliminate whatever you find. Upon completion of your sweep, Alpha and Omega will retreat to the Caspians. Provided all goes well, several regiments from the Confederation 1st Army will have arrived in the LZ you secured. They, in conjunction with Delta and Epilon groups, will be tasked with constructing a firebase for use during extended planetary operations. Any other questions?”
So.. the answer is, you hold the ground until the Army gets there. Because that's really the only way out. Kind of a Victory or Death scenario.. with a couple of regiments depending on you. Sounds like fun!
“One more, Colonel.”
“All right, Lieutenant, go ahead.”
Imoen frowned. “Not to sound like a horse’s posterior, but… why are we doing this?” She shrugged, but it wasn’t a casual expression in the least. “Alcor’s main export is food… we don’t have a shortage of that. We -do- have a shortage of practically everything else, though. Luna shipyards are running dry of raw materials… I’ve heard the Arc-Royal Cordon group in Belsavis sector can only sortie 33 percent of its assets at a time because of a reactor fuel shortage… a… and what about Atkatla Station? Amn sector’s a wreck, the Dominion’s had occupying forces there since last Marpenoth…” She sighed. “There… just seem to be more important targets to hit. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to give the Dominion -any- ground, either, and I want to help those farmers as much as the next girl, but… don’t we need to pick our battles?”
I kinda was wondering why they were diverting a battle group for an agricultural world. I mean, keeping them from getting another beach head is all well and good.. but you don't want to overstretch.
And.. It doesn't look like the Confederation is winning this war. In fact, it more looks like they're losing...
The old Colonel nodded sadly. “I fully agree with you, Lieutenant… there is no shortage of the enemy to fight, and our resources are quite limited… but have you asked yourself just what the Dominion is -doing- launching a full invasion fleet at a target of questionable strategic importance?”
Keldorn's words really do make it look like the Confed is fighting a running retreat... the Dominion attacks, they fall back. And haven't really stopped.
She nodded solemnly. “The thought -had- crossed my mind, Colonel.”
Falynn interjected. “Well, obviously, they want something… something -big-… the question is ‘What?’ What could possibly be so important that the Dominion would launch an entire battle group to steal it from us?”
And here it comes...
Abruptly and unexpectedly, Valygar cut in. “A top secret experimental weapons research facility seventy six point three two miles underneath the Morellian Plateau.” He motioned towards the operational map which showed a flattened mesa some distance away from their proposed landing zone – only nobody was actually looking at the map.
So that's why V-Man was assigned to the unit. He knows all sorts of secrets... He's the mission specialist.
The Sergeant found himself the target of several wide-eyed stares. Keldorn and Valygar himself were the only two who didn’t look surprised.
Imoen found her voice first. “You’re kidding.”
They stuck a weapons research center on a bloody agricultural planet... eh.. why not. Of course, the question is.. how did they find out about it?
“I never kid.”
LIAR!
Another good chapter Alpha.. one that really thickens up the plot. Looking forward to reading more!
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Aha!!! the secret experimental facility researching extra-planar travel, project Lavok, i presume???
why doesn't this look or feel like a cakewalk...especially since the project leader, tolgarious is the one who dropped the base shield and let the dominion in thru the front door...and the knights of solmenaria were trapped behind enemy lines, and were forced to wage non stop guerilla warfare for many days..
(just in case you were wondering, I AM a telepath...)
looking foward to the next episode!!!
great episode..i like how you managed to squeeze some humor out of what is essentially a transition episode...
urm...that soap lucy's been watching...jade??? isn't that onxy's novel???
it might have been funnier if...
“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Rini, Anomen decided not to kill himself, ...."
you get the idea...use the plot from laufey, or blue, or arcadian or whomever...just modify the names a bit...
great chapter, more please sir!!!
why doesn't this look or feel like a cakewalk...especially since the project leader, tolgarious is the one who dropped the base shield and let the dominion in thru the front door...and the knights of solmenaria were trapped behind enemy lines, and were forced to wage non stop guerilla warfare for many days..
(just in case you were wondering, I AM a telepath...)
looking foward to the next episode!!!
great episode..i like how you managed to squeeze some humor out of what is essentially a transition episode...
urm...that soap lucy's been watching...jade??? isn't that onxy's novel???
it might have been funnier if...
“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Rini, Anomen decided not to kill himself, ...."
you get the idea...use the plot from laufey, or blue, or arcadian or whomever...just modify the names a bit...
great chapter, more please sir!!!
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Posted 15 February 2004 - 03:56 AM
You sound excited
Don't I? I'm like a pinata about to burst with candy goodness...
Damn! Such a delicious dream, too!
Well, I figured since I gave Jaheira an awful dream sequence, I'd give someone a good one to kinda even things out. I'm just glad Falynn put a stop to it before it turned into a sleazy X-rated movie.
LOL! Right… very good excuse…
I'm seriously thinking about using it the next time someone catches me sleeping when I shouldn't be. I'd just like to see if it'd actually work.
Now why doesn’t he think Immy seriously?
Omega 2: "Oh, they take me seriously, all right... once I've got a gun leveled an inch and a half from their noses."
Nice interchange – high intelligence vs. high wisdom
Yeah, that's a good point. Her in-game WIS score is kinda lousy, isn't it?
Note to self: Don't give Imoen the Wish scroll.
Eghhh… maybe Confeds should learn to hide their top-secret facilities a bit better?
Well, they probably -should- hide them better, but as Viga says below, Valygar has specific knowledge about the place. It's not a fluke that he knows about it.
Ugh… somehow Val was a perfect for delivery of ‘that’ kind of news…
Indeed. He's very much the straight-man. The group needs one.
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With this crew, yeah, I bet!
Always an adventure.
Everybody has a skill.. and if you've lived that long and can't plan, you should retire to New Vegas... cuz you're one lucky punk.
Just camp out in front of the craps table, and you'll be fine.
Been watching the soaps much?
Twin Peaks reference.
Robin Lefler? Bwahahahahaahha!!! I betcha there is one girl in Crypto whose got her own set of Rules. Nice ref!
1. I always liked the idea of "Lefler's Laws."
2. Robin was played by Ashley Judd. She's HOT.
As Wil Wheaton once said "Yep. It's true. I was her first on-screen kiss ever. She was kinda nervous, but it worked out in the end. Uncle Willy went to Bootytown..."Incidentally, I'm not a fan of Wesley Crusher, but I respect the man who played him.
3. Peter David made her one of the main characters in his "Star Trek: New Frontier" novel series... among the few ST novels I've actually read. I'm quite fond of that series, and of Lefler as a result.
Well, this is definitely Imoen we're talking about...
I suppose the barrel of rum was a little too obvious a clue, huh?
A Jaboozie? ROFL!
I think a jaboozie would rock. I want one!
Too bad it wasn't real.... or it didn't get too personal...
Dude. I'm not Edwin. I don't make "especially patriotic" porn films.
Likely story!
Like I told Theo... I really wanna see if this excuse will actually work...
So that's the battle plan, huh? Interesting. Let's just hope the diversion works...
Falynn: "So... what are the chances of the diversion actually working?"
Alpha: "Pffft... slim to none..."
Falynn: "You're a bastard."
Alpha: "So it says on my birth certificate."
I hate those... in fact.. I just had a yawn like that...
I used to have those in German class... my teacher that year was actually from Germany, and whenever he saw someone yawn, he'd yell at us and threaten to lash us with a "rhino-whip", as he called it. He was kidding, of course... actually, I seriously HOPE he was kidding...
And now Falynn is channeling Ivonova! Hehehehe
Can't be helped. My favorite B5 character ever. Well, Garibaldi's a close second. Very close second, actually, but still.
ROFL... he's used to her questions I see...
After a while, you start developing resistances and immunities. That, or you go insane and hang yourself. Keldorn's still alive, so he must have built up a tolerance... or been vaccinated.
KASNORT! ROFL
Ka-what-sis-now?
So.. the answer is, you hold the ground until the Army gets there. Because that's really the only way out. Kind of a Victory or Death scenario.. with a couple of regiments depending on you. Sounds like fun!
Fun? To quote Jaheira: "Like a rectal probe..."
I kinda was wondering why they were diverting a battle group for an agricultural world. I mean, keeping them from getting another beach head is all well and good.. but you don't want to overstretch.
And.. It doesn't look like the Confederation is winning this war. In fact, it more looks like they're losing...
"The classified and bitter truth, Colonel, is that if the current trend continues, the Kilrathi will be walking on the Earth in six months, maybe less..."
Er... whoops. Wrong setting.
So that's why V-Man was assigned to the unit. He knows all sorts of secrets... He's the mission specialist.
Point for you. Yep, he's got a bit of info on that complex stashed in his head for reasons you'll see later.
They stuck a weapons research center on a bloody agricultural planet... eh.. why not. Of course, the question is.. how did they find out about it?
Well, in the Confederation's defense, who would really -think- to look for an X-Weaps lab on a farm planet? It's like saying the Empire was using Tatooine for its Death Star development labs. They didn't, but if they had, who would have thought to look there?
As for how the Dominion found out about it, well, the gang won't be stumbling across that information any time soon.
Another good chapter Alpha.. one that really thickens up the plot. Looking forward to reading more!
Thanks for the sentiment... I was thinking I need a bit of exposition before sending the gang down to the planet below, but I was worried that it might be a little boring.
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Hehe. Nice one. You managed not to overdo the drama- YAY! Me happy.
Thanks. Like I said to Viga, I was a bit concerned that it might be a little... dry... mission briefings tend not to be the greatest forums for silly fun. Glad you think I managed to pull it off.
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Posted 15 February 2004 - 04:21 AM
Aha!!! the secret experimental facility researching extra-planar travel, project Lavok, i presume?
Stop giving me ideas.
That's actually a really good one, but no... I wasn't planning on it... unfortunately, my original idea was something a little more... mundane, I guess. Whoops.
(just in case you were wondering, I AM a telepath...)
Get OUT of my head!!!
great episode..i like how you managed to squeeze some humor out of what is essentially a transition episode...
Like I said to those other three yahoos... I'm glad I managed to squeeze that in there, as well. What can I say? I'm a fan of the well-placed (and occasionally, even the badly-placed) comic relief bits.
urm...that soap lucy's been watching...jade??? isn't that onxy's novel???
Nope. Sorry. Twin Peaks reference. That section is verbatim, actually. The character in Twin Peaks who says that is actually named Lucy Moran and everything. It's just that I replaced "Sheriff Truman" with Keldorn.
Anyway, I don't think I'm "allowed" to jack other people's characters... I'd feel like an utter tool if I did so.
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*snaps fingers* Shucks darn. That would have been interesting.Aha!!! the secret experimental facility researching extra-planar travel, project Lavok, i presume?
Stop giving me ideas.
That's actually a really good one, but no... I wasn't planning on it... unfortunately, my original idea was something a little more... mundane, I guess. Whoops.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!(just in case you were wondering, I AM a telepath...)
Get OUT of my head!!!
'Yahoos' ? HEY! I represent that!great episode..i like how you managed to squeeze some humor out of what is essentially a transition episode...
Like I said to those other three yahoos... I'm glad I managed to squeeze that in there, as well. What can I say? I'm a fan of the well-placed (and occasionally, even the badly-placed) comic relief bits.
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Posted 15 February 2004 - 04:39 AM
Aha!!! the secret experimental facility researching extra-planar travel, project Lavok, i presume?
Stop giving me ideas.
That's actually a really good one, but no... I wasn't planning on it... unfortunately, my original idea was something a little more... mundane, I guess. Whoops.
(just in case you were wondering, I AM a telepath...)
Get OUT of my head!!!
Anyway, I don't think I'm "allowed" to jack other people's characters... I'd feel like an utter tool if I did so.
you're totally welcome to the idea, of course...that's why we post in the attic, to get more ideas...
now then, to block my telepathic rays, you either have to...
line a cap with aluminum foil, and wear it all the time, or
EAT TURNIPS!!!
and of course crossover stories are very popular here, i've even done a crossover song...
http://www.gamejag.c...3b2594c8635e4c4
people don't mind as long as you treat their characters with respect, and its written well...
more soon!!!
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In Keldorn’s view, logic was a dirty liar.
I really want to see Keldy actually call someone a dirty liar. It would be so cute. *snuggles Keldorn*“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Jade, Jared decided not to kill himself, and he's changed his will leaving the Towers to Jade instead of Emerald, but Emerald found out about it, and now she's trying to seduce Chet to give her the new will so that she can destroy it; Montana's planning to kill Jared at midnight so the Towers will belong to Emerald and Montana, but I think she's going to double-cross him and he doesn't know it yet. Poor Chet.”
Keldorn blinked. “Lucy… what’s going on here?”
So cute. I thought for a minute that Keldorn was getting briefed on his favorite soaps that he missed because he was on duty. That would have been great. “Wait… actually, I believe I’d prefer that rum IN the Jacuzzi… it shall be ‘The Jaboozie’!”
Omega 2 Imoen and Sparky should meet. They have much in common and could enjoy a fun time in the jaboozie together. “Lieutenant, we’ve already discussed this. My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is my wife’s pot roast, and my favorite holofilm is ‘Strength & Honor’ though ‘Assault at Merkava Bridge’ is a close second.”
Those sound like good movies... very Keldorn sounding too.
Abruptly and unexpectedly, Valygar cut in. “A top secret experimental weapons research facility seventy six point three two miles underneath the Morellian Plateau.” He motioned towards the operational map which showed a flattened mesa some distance away from their proposed landing zone – only nobody was actually looking at the map.
Wouldn't that be reeeeeeealy far under the planet's surface? Like where it gets all hot and gooey like the inside of a hazelnut truffle?
Great chapter,
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*snaps fingers* Shucks darn. That would have been interesting.
Oh well... I suppose my research facility overrun with genetically modified superfreaks, a la Resident Evil is just plain boring... (Sigh)
I'm sorry.
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It was a compliment! (Yeah, that's the ticket.)
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Posted 15 February 2004 - 06:03 AM
you're totally welcome to the idea, of course...that's why we post in the attic, to get more ideas...
True, but I'd feel dirty for hijacking it.
now then, to block my telepathic rays, you either have to...
line a cap with aluminum foil, and wear it all the time, or
EAT TURNIPS!!!
Too late. I've already got a kevlar helmet lined with tin foil, aluminum foil, and a highly sophisticated wool weave. (To keep out the space monkeys, you understand.)
and of course crossover stories are very popular here, i've even done a crossover song...
http://www.gamejag.c...index.php?name= ... 4c8635e4c4
Ah, yes... the infamous "I'll Never Tell" song... good episode, and a good "modification" of it. I saw it back in my lurker days.
Shame that Angel hasn't yet had a musical episode... though given the way David Boreanaz sings, that's probably a good thing.
Faith: "Mandy... boy's got a thing for the power ballads..."
people don't mind as long as you treat their characters with respect, and its written well...
Well, that's the trick, isn't it? They're not my characters. I didn't create them, and so I can't get into their heads the same way their original authors do... if I can't get into their heads, I can't write them, it's as simple as that. And so, any attempts I could make would probably just be God-awful.
I realize saying that is kinda weird given that this is fan fiction and, well, for the most part, almost none of the characters we use are actually "ours", but still... I think you know what I mean, yeah?
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I really want to see Keldy actually call someone a dirty liar. It would be so cute. *snuggles Keldorn*
Ok. Watch for it.
I can't promise it'll happen soon, but...
So cute. I thought for a minute that Keldorn was getting briefed on his favorite soaps that he missed because he was on duty. That would have been great.
You've got a point... but no... I did the whole "soap opera" deal a few weeks ago for that one quiz topic. I had Jaheira and Imoen camping out on the couch watching "Invitation to Love." I think that's enough. Omega 2 Imoen and Sparky should meet. They have much in common and could enjoy a fun time in the jaboozie together.
Omega 2: "Hey, he likes making stuff go 'splodie, too, right?"
Alpha: "Er. Yeah."
Omega 2: "I'm there."
Alpha: (Sigh)
Wouldn't that be reeeeeeealy far under the planet's surface? Like where it gets all hot and gooey like the inside of a hazelnut truffle?
Er... yeah... point...
Well, I picked 76.32 just because the number sound good when spoken... or at least I thought so. I didn't think that the earth's crust is only like 20 miles thick, at most. That far down, we're probably looking at... oh... I don't know... 2000 degrees Fahrenheit (according to my little encyclopedia, here)...
Yeah... looks like I screwed the pooch on that one.
I guess I'll edit... we'll make that... "seven point three two" instead of "seventy-six"...
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Aww. . . relax! (hah, now it's my turn to tell that to you!*snaps fingers* Shucks darn. That would have been interesting.
Oh well... I suppose my research facility overrun with genetically modified superfreaks, a la Resident Evil is just plain boring... (Sigh)
I'm sorry.
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It was a compliment! (Yeah, that's the ticket.)
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If anything, he felt worse sending the “kids” out to fight as opposed to going himself. He hated feeling his age. The simple fact was that he just couldn’t keep up, anymore. All the running and gunning was a young man’s game, and he was no longer a member of that club.
Aw, poor Keldorn.
That has to hurt, he isn't one who'd like to stay behind. “Ensign?” he prompted again, gently, when Moran didn’t reply right away.
“Uh, yes, sir…” she began, somewhat distractedly. Her eyes closed, as if she were trying to recall something. “Well... thanks to Jade, Jared decided not to kill himself, and he's changed his will leaving the Towers to Jade instead of Emerald, but Emerald found out about it, and now she's trying to seduce Chet to give her the new will so that she can destroy it; Montana's planning to kill Jared at midnight so the Towers will belong to Emerald and Montana, but I think she's going to double-cross him and he doesn't know it yet. Poor Chet.”
Keldorn blinked. “Lucy… what’s going on here?”
LOL! I thought that was perfectly simple...
The sun was shining brightly, the air was warm but neither too dry nor overly moist; a soft breeze wafted in, bringing with it the pleasant, crisp tang of seawater, and raising tiny goosepimples on the skin of her bare arms even as it blew her hair away from her face and towards her ears. Strong but amazingly clever and gentle hands kneaded her back, slowly coaxing the knotted muscles to relax, easing the tension out of them.
She sighed contentedly as those adroit appendages continued their work, fingers skillfully and untiringly working their magic.
“Madam…” A voice as smooth as spun-silk crept up on her right side. “The barrel of 151 rum you requested has arrived…”
The young woman smiled and stretched languidly, wrists rotating, ankles rolling, knees and elbows flexing, toes curling. “Ah… splendid… be a doll, would you, and place it over by the Jacuzzi?”
The response was prompt and perfectly accommodating “Of course, my lady… as you wish…”
“Wait… actually, I believe I’d prefer that rum IN the Jacuzzi… it shall be ‘The Jaboozie’!”
*grin* Sounds exactly like the kind of dream my Imoen would enjoy too.
“Im… for Tyr’s sake, wake up and pay attention!”
Falynn’s voice seemed abnormally harsh and grating as it jarred Imoen back to full alertness. “Huh?!”
Awww...that sucks!
“… while the Concordia and her escorts will attack the Dominion fleet. The Gallante and her fighter squadrons will use the confusion to split off from the main engagement, enter high orbit of Alcor III and deploy Alpha, Delta, Epsilon, and Omega squads to the planetary surface. Insertion will be via Aegis-class shuttle, as always.”
Falynn suddenly, inexplicably, and unexpectedly found herself yawning. Appalled, brown eyes widening in burgeoning horror, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Not fast enough.
“Am I boring you, Major Llyr?” Keldorn asked, turning his baleful gaze upon her.
Yes!
“I thought we discussed this earlier, Major. I ordered you to get some sleep.”
Lynn shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, sir… but sleeping’s the easy part. It’s the getting up that’s hard. I’ve always had trouble getting up when it’s dark out.”
Fine insertion of humor, like others said.
Rogues do it from behind.
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