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Post by Maximus Plasma on Nov 6, 2008 17:19:35 GMT -5
The madness continues my lord. Yes ,well insanity is contagious. So it would appear my lord, We have reports, the Centari home world is under siege. By 2 Narian fleets. The EA are busy occupying the ISC Home world as we speak. And a report from@@@@. a unidentified FF has entered the sector. Is it the same one that destroyed our colony? Unknown my lord. The EA also have released the results of their election. The clown was re-elected. And made a public appearance with one of his clones. Can there be any doubt ? That he has lost his mind! Insanity indeed! Yes he is crazy. But crazy or not he is their president. And we must deal with that. Though the plan the Tal-Shair laid on my desk is very interesting! Perhaps that is why he chosen to show his clones in public/ After all how would anyone know which is which? It was also confirmed my lord, The Fly was indeed aboard the vessel destroyed by our fleet. And the ISC second frog in pond is now assuming command of the pond. Not funny commander not funny at all. Show some respect for him! Sorry my lord, . Any word on the fleet sent to our colony? None my lord . but i will take no news as good news until we hear different. So commander what do we know of the Vanguard? Well my lord , He has been second frog for quite sometime. He is rumored to be a talented leader and commander. He worked closely with the Fly . And it is believed, that it was his plan, to capture Coriana. That started this whole mess down there. But on his behalf, my lord . Our intelligence sources. Think that, he thought, Coriana was under federation control, when they moved on it. Interesting the Fly backed his move on Coriana though they never took control of it. From our sources in the Tal-Shair. I was informed they tried to force the EA to pay a ransom for it. And when the EA reneged on that deal the Fly was so mad that they vowed to never deal with the EA again. Now it's all water spilled out of the pond so to speak. The Fly dead and the EA forces landing on the home world. My question is. Why did the Fly not use the ships at his home-world to help defend it? And with the information i have from our Tal-Shair friends. This is what i think happened. They......
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Nov 9, 2008 9:30:52 GMT -5
My lord, as you requested, here are the last known locations. Thank you and please inform commander Mars i require his presence. Yes my lord, immediately. Maximus looked over the report. Ah "welcome to my web, said the spider to the Fly" So you choose to move instead of standing your ground and fighting eh? Very well, come this way please! The door light flashed, and Maximus looked up as his aide escorted commander Mars into his cabin. Ah commander, said Maximus, waving a dismissal to the aide. Please be seated. We have much to go over tonight. First lets look at the econ reports, shall we. Then we can cover this report from Proclaimous. After that I would like an update on the Sihio. and it's progress. Then we need to discuss the latest reports about what the Tal-Shair have on the Drakh. And of course we need to cover the Web Plan.....
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Nov 15, 2008 11:17:38 GMT -5
Mars looked at the praetor, over the rim of his mug of Romulan ale. He looked worn but defiant. Mars could see the determination. The resolve to see things through to the end. The latest dispatch from Procalaimous, was not unexpected. The contents were as usual contradictory. On the one hand the EA continued its propaganda. On the other hand and unseen to the public, The unbalanced nature of the "clown" . Was becoming increasingly more apparent. His constant, inconsistencies. Wore at the nerves, of those who had to deal with him. Still progress had been made. The task forces had accomplished much of their assignment. The unpredictable results of the war. Were still within operational parameter's. Both himself and the praetor had known all along, that the war would twist along unforeseeable paths. That is the nature of war. The econ report for the 6Th phase looked good. An unexpected source of EVP had come their way. The colony once lost would be regained. And all the other costs of running the empire were still within the budget.
The Sihio continued to provide insight on matters of scientific research. The artifacts and the puzzle of the ancient weapon still eluded them . But steps were being taken toward solving that. The report from the Tal-Shair however was, disconcerting. The Drakh issue was one that needed addressing in the opinion of the praetor and the Tal-Shair. A rare occurrence of agreement indeed ! All in all, the 5th phase was a successful one, though trying. Now that the dangers of the future were becoming more transparent. Planning for it is elevated in its priority. If only the the Fly and the clown had not been so intent on their paths of destruction. But what was done is done. And the path that the past has set for the future would be dealt with. The empire would endure. the empire would live on. Raising his mug once again. Mars proposed the usual session ending toast with his praetor. "Long live the empire!"....
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Nov 20, 2008 21:35:45 GMT -5
My lord the orders have been dispatched. The information packet from the Tal-Shair is on your desk. And Commander Mars will attend to business while your away. Warchild has agreed to ensure the senate remains Um docile at least until your return. Thank you and thank Mars and Warchild also when they arrive. But now i must depart. And have a fresh pot of calisum ready upon my return. Something tells me i will need it.
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Post by DeathFrog on Nov 20, 2008 22:38:40 GMT -5
lack of your homeworld may mean you dont get one lol
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Nov 28, 2008 12:02:05 GMT -5
The cold wet fog parted. He felt the Sunshine beating down upon him,warming him,drying him and the dampness of his flying outfit. He raised his head, his eyes shining, a fierce smile of triumph on his face. Soaring higher above the clouds. Flying high over the ranges of the firespar mountains. The powerful beat of his mounts wings. racing him forward. speeding into the heights and sunshine. Riding the Tor. Clinging to the back of his mount with his legs. and grasping the neck harness with one hand. He raised the other above his head fist clinched defiantly. Punching the sky. They said no one could do it. No one had ever done it before. No one believed it was possible,to find and tame a wild Tor. But he had found the Tor. And tamed it, well perhaps tamed it wasn't true. The spirit of the Tor was still very"wild". But together they had reached an understanding. The unspoken binding of two minds. Much akin to the famous Vulcan mind meld. The Tor's of Romulus held the ability to reach into the minds of other beasts, and even Romulans. It was said that was how they hunted . Why no prey could outrun them. The Tor's were a ancient species. The winged two headed lizards. Measured up 25 meters in length. And stood nearly twice as tall as even the tallest Romulan. the skin of a tor was covered with rainbow scales. Shimmering in the sunlight. Reflecting a dazzling array of colors. The Males mostly seemed to range in darker colors blues and greens , even black. The Females were lighter usually yellow or white some a very rare ones silver or gold. But all Tors. had the "bridge". The ability to reach into the mind. And though they did not speak precisely, when the bridge was "up". The understanding between the Tor and it's rider formed a bond of complete understanding. The Tor knew what it's rider desired it to do. And it's rider was never caught off guard by anything the Tor did. No words just a oneness a binding of intents and desires. Hypnotic, Yet the rider and the Tor both fully aware of the world around them . Maximus Circled his mount back toward the encampment. He had hiked for over three cycles of the twin moons of Romulus. Up into the widest regions of the Firespar range. Alone . He had gone because of the Challenge. The challenge one of the final steps in completing the "commanders course'. Involved stating one's dreams of achievement. a goal that each member of the class has ever dreamed of . Whatever it may be . To climb the highest mountain, to run the fastest race, to swim the ergon channel,etc. No one had ever ridden a Tor which had not been born and raised by Romulans. No one had thought it possible to engage a wild Tor. long enough to "raise" the bridge . Tors are not natural predators of the larger land beasts of Romulus. They lived mostly on the other birds. and the fish found in mountain streams. So when Maximus had stated what his Challenge was in class. The reaction was varied but universal. one less classmate to worry about when the cut-down to the final count arrived. Only 1/5th of any commanders class ever survived the cut-down. One in 5 Maximus's class had 100 when they started. over the yearlong course they had all ready atrited over half of them. there were 39 class members when the challenge stage was reached. Twenty seven of them had returned to class so far. 11 had failed their challenges. Maximus was the last one, he had only 12 hrs to return successful. Or not to return to class at all. but back to assignment pool. When maximus returned, riding on the back of his mount. Flying back to courtyard of the academy. Landing in the very center of the courtyard. During the midmorning break. " a scant 15 minutes before his deadline. There was total disbelief. From nearly everyone who witnessed it. The Challenges were one of the most crucial of the placement criteria. The more difficult the challenge the higher the reward. So every student / officer. needed to attempt risky sometimes deadly challenges to reach the highest reward. Maximus's challenge was sure to reward him best in class. After all it had never been done before. And when the class reached graduation. the rewards, of position were announced. Indeed Maximus had reached "best in class". Maximus and "his" Tor circled back to the encampment. It was time for him to "release" his Tor back to the wild. He needed to return for his new assignment, would soon be given to him. And as he landed swinging his leg over the neck of the Tor to dismount. And landing next the shoulder of the great lizard. He reached up and removed the neck harness, gently patting its neck he felt the "Bridge" go down. Sighing he turned away content, in the knowledge. that both he and "his" wild Tor, knew they would fly together again someday. Someday when his other challenges had been achevied....
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 5, 2008 12:05:15 GMT -5
As mars approached Maximus's cabin he heard the sound of pounding feet racing along the corridor behind him. He turned in time to see a young dispatch runner approaching. Hold up there ensign! Whats this rushing all about? Sir, commander, I'm glad i caught up with you before your meeting. He quickly came to attention and presented the message he was carrying. Here commander , you better read this before your meeting! Mars took the proffered message. Glancing down at it he saw the commanders and above seal on it. Now his interest was really peaked. Turning slightly so the ensign would not see it when he opened it. Mars deftly peeled the seal back, and withdrew the message. : To Commander Mars, : From ambassador Proclaimous. Subject . Lyran declaration of war. Sir it is with deep regret that i must inform you. That the Lyran nation has declared war on our empire. They state the reason for this as being. The presence of one of our ships within 2 sectors of their Home-world. They did not ask for any explanations on why the ship is there. they immediately sent a 3 ship task force to destroy it. Commander the Lyran ambassador is really upset and would not return any of calls. I'm afraid this will have to resolved by the Praetor himself. I have copied this message to him as well. Best of luck in resolving this unfortunate turn of events. Proclaimous. Mars folded the message and tucked it back into the envelope. turning back to the ensign,he said well done. return to your post and thank you. the Messenger quickly saluted and smartly about faced. , then almost as quickly as he had come, disappeared back around the bend in the corridor. Mars continued on down the corridor. When he reached the Praetors cabin . He knocked and entered not waiting for the aide to come over and open the door for him. He could see that the aide already knew . The praetor will see you now commander. He buzzed the door open for Mars to enter Maximus office. Mars strode across the room and bracing himself entered his praetors office. Ah commander, sit ,sit . You have heard the news i see. Uh yes my lord. Most unfortunate. Such a hasty response to a single ship. Indeed, but these are tense times commander Every nation is on edge. And the Lyrans are no exception. So commander, give your read on it. Well my lord, i don't think they will retract the declaration. If i had to guess i would say they were just looking for a reason to declare it in the first-place. They have made no secret that they blame us and the EA for events surrounding the ISC. And the Tal-Shair, have reports that they ISC and lyrans are allied. After all they did attempt a joint effort to occupy the Vorlon home-world. so it figures, that given any opportunity. They were going to exploit it. So here we are. Dragged into a war via our treaty with the EA. If you ask me my lord we can thank that clown Sheridan for this mess! Still no actual combat has taken place. Perhaps it is not too late for diplomacy to resolve this. Ah commander , your have it in a contashell. I I'm afraid i agree with your first statement. I don't see them as willing to rescind their declaration. But at least the commander of the Duihio disengaged when he saw them coming. It looks like he was successful in evading them. So as you say perhaps diplomacy will work. However i fear that the Frogs have the ear of the Lyran Nation , and anything we have to say will be rebuffed. Have the comm section send a message to Proclaimous. Have him inform the EA that we are now formally activating our MDT, with them . We did our part now it's their turn. Well commander as that famous saying goes "We did not start this war, but were Dammed sure going to be the ones to end it!" Indeed we are my lord! Maximus stood and walked over to the dispenser. Two mugs of ale . the dispenser whirred then two large mugs of Romulan ale appeared in the serving tray. Taking one for himself Maximus handed the other to Mars. A toast commander. "Long Live The Empire!". "Long Live The Empire! " echoed Mars....
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We stand on the Edge of the Shadow
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Post by Sheridan on Dec 5, 2008 14:59:39 GMT -5
IMHO it is all Dflys fault,...
LOL
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 5, 2008 16:46:05 GMT -5
My lord an urgent message from the B5 station. It's from proclaimous my lord. Maximus looked up from the star charts he and commander Mars had been pouring over. Yes? let me see it then! As he read the contents of the message. a look of relief and disbelief crossed his face. Handing it to Mars, he said well now Virgina i too believe in Santa Claus! Mars looked askance at maximus and said What was that my lord I'm afraid i don't understand. Oh nothing commander, just an old Terran expression. Used to express their belief in miracles. Here read this and i think you will see what i meant. Mars looked at the message and his expression showed an even more perplexed look. Than Maximus's had. My lord whoever this Santa Claus fellow is i would like to but him and his friends a round of ale. Indeed commander a round at least!..... Handing the message back to the comm officer. Maximus told him to issue a stand down from red status the fleet had been ordered to just hours before. Tell them to remain on yellow alert. I trust in miracles. But i still trust in even more in being prepared! By this time the entire bridges crew were now openly staring at their Praetor and commander. The bafflement clearly etched upon their faces. Mars turned to them and said Well Back to business as usual! The war has been canceled. Turning back to Maximus he winked and said god bless them everyone and to all a merry Christmas and a happy new year! You see my lord i too have some knowledge of humans, and their odd traditions. ;D
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Post by DeathFrog on Dec 5, 2008 18:37:38 GMT -5
Too bad it was Kittys, and Froggies LMAO.
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 7, 2008 8:28:43 GMT -5
Proclaimous sat bleary eyed at his message terminal. The last two days he had nothing, but chaos. First the frenzy of alerting Romulus , that the Lyrans had declared war with them. Then the round of blame and finger pointing had begun. All of which had gotten neither side closer to averting the war. But once the Romulans had simply asked for the lyrans to reconsider. Everything fell into place. the Lyran ambassador, had informed him via a undercover operative working for the ISC . That They "the Lyrans' really did not wish a war in the first place. But felt they had no choice,but to declare war. In the face of what they perceived as a arrogant and aggressive moves by the Romulans. They believe the ship in sector 2313. to be an advance scout ship. for a invasion force. After all the Romulans had been party to the invasion force of their allies the ISC. So in their eyes they would be the next target for invasion. Proclaimous knew this was not the case. His government had been victimized not once but twice in the short span of 4 econ phases. losing colonies . to both nations they knew. And to unknown forces that all the galaxy had come to fear . But convincing the Lyrans of this was futile. So after the ship in question "thankfully' manged to disengage without any bloodshed. He had assured the Lyrans that their space would not be trespassed upon again. Though this meant removing the ship from a perfect picket position, from which to warn his nation, of on-coming foes. They would just have to find a less desirable location for their pickets. This had all taken place while the leader of the Lyran nation was away on a Targ hunting trip. The irony of it all, was that it all started shortly after the return of Maximus from a trip of his own. To think if both the leaders had been out away from their capitols at the same time. Well the blood may well have been flowing by now. Fortunately The lyrans after the Romulans had asked for them to stand down from the state of war. Did indeed agree to to do so. Hopefully their thinking was. That by showing that they are ready to use the sword. That the romulans would respect them. And agree to leave their space. Now that , that crises had been handled. He had received yet more urgent dispatches from Romulus.This did not come over the message terminal. No a unexpected visitor had arrived yesterday. One whom even Proclaimous would not wish to cross swords with. Capitan Severus, of the Tal-shair. And the message he brought was not only of the highest priority, but also totally un-looked for nature. This was often the case when the dreaded Tal-Shair were involved. Now after hours of performing the tasks demanded by Severus. He had to wait at his message terminal. To see if his efforts would bear fruit. He could only pray to the gods, they bore a fruit to the Tal-Shairs liking.
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 9, 2008 22:14:44 GMT -5
My lord ! we just received this. Maximus looked quickly at the message copy that had commander Mars, in such a uproar. Ah the clown thinks they have it figured out eh? Well good,good. But my lord they are going to share it with everyone! Even the ISC ! Good excellent, better than i hoped for commander. Wh wha what? Ah commander now don't tell me all my teachings have been in vain? Think on it for a bit. Mm well my lord yes i think i see now , where you going. Oh please my dear commander, enlighten me. Yes OK. First as your always quick to point out. No military secret is a secret for long. Second more than one person with a secret. Is how did you put it? Um an oxymoron? Yes that was the term. Then we must look at the political fallout, there would be from not sharing this. After all the propaganda , about being united against the upcoming invasion. Lastly and most important of all. Since they don't have all the pieces the knowledge of what to do with them is useless. As they still need everyone who has one to work with them. Not bad , but you missed a few points. Still you have the gist of it. lets not forget,the appearance of that Vorlon. At the B5 station. Do you really think it is a chance occurrence. That the Clown announces this at the same time that the Vorlon arrives? Not likely ! Then lets consider the report we just received from sector****. One more occurrence? What are the odds of them being there at the same time? EH? So you see my young padi wan, the universe is full of secrets, but only to those too blind to look at whatever is, as it is. "there are none so blind as those who will not see". Lets keep our eyes open then shall we, and see what we may learn!....
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 12, 2008 17:42:58 GMT -5
Capitan Regialus looked at the pre-mission orders. They are thinking of sending us where? That can't be right! Well sir at least with the H-drive we may be able to jump out of any trouble that we land in. Yes and, maybe not to. The H-Drive is still too unreliable a system too bet our lives on. I want the crew drilling on the emergency cloaking and the H-drive. Yes sir, consider it done. tbc...
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 13, 2008 10:49:41 GMT -5
Proclaimous pushed the send key on his message terminal. Rolled back his chair and rubbed his eyes. Done for better or worse. He had been tasked with a mission that left a bitter stain on his soul. dealing and trading were tools of his trade. As a politician and diplomat. He had , had to deal with the most stubborn and with fools. He had to deal with races who hated the empire, and other craving to please it and join it. He was a member of the treaty renegotiation team for the Lyrans. After their last border war with the Mirzak. And if their was ever two races that hated each other more. He yet to see them, than those two. But he still had always done what his duty demanded of him to do. As one of his mentors once told him. "never let your morals stop you from doing the right thing" At the time he had not completely understood what it was ol'e Gracious was telling him. But over years of service to the empire. He learned , his soul did not belong to him, it belonged to the empire. To deal as it saw fit in order to ensure it's survival. So now even though he personally felt revolt whenever he dealt with them. He still had done what was demanded of him. Severus, made quite clear what the empire needed. And he had made quite clear the price of failure. Proclaimous had spent every ounce of energy he had . Every trick in the book. To seal the deal. He prayed that it would be enough. Now he could do nothing but wait. Only time would tell. the response from his Tal-Shair masters. And from the praetor would seal his fate. As perhaps his deal had done for the empire. The galaxy was in turmoil. the ISC after losing it's home-world to the EA . were lashing out in revenge. The EA power drunk with their victories. Were moving on to the next victim of their "Peace through war" policy. Attacking the Narian home-world. And much to their surprise finding no one home! They had left nothing of value there. Packed up, lock, stock, and barrel, and moved. Where they had moved was still to solved. Proclaimous would of given much to have seen the the clowns face when he received that bit of news! ;D But that was not all. The Narian had fleets surrounding the Centari home-world. What they had in mind only they knew. The lyrans were silent and after threating war with his empire. Had grudgingly rescinded their declaration. If the empire withdrew from their space. Proclaimous had worked out a deal to do just that. Wondering all the while, what Mars had, had in mind? Sending a single ship so close to the Lyrans home-world.? But he was not sitting in Mars chair and could hardly judge his actions. And now the puzzle of the Vorlon big gun. Were at last coming into focus. The EA claiming to know how to assemble it. He had been ordered to reveal. The pieces that the empire held. So now all could see what they knew. "not enough" that much was plain to see. Reaching down and picking up a mug of ale. Proclaimous held it up in a silent salute. Long live the empire... He thought, and may the gods have mercy on my soul!
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Post by Maximus Plasma on Dec 24, 2008 10:17:46 GMT -5
Maximus!...Maximusss!.... come on Max! Max wake up! Comee onnnn, get up! Aw max commmme onn! . Hurry up! Yawning Maximus finally opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow. Looking over at his brother. Standing next to his bed. Fully dressed. His cold season gear on. Impatiently shuffling his feet back and forth,waiting on his ohhhh sooo slow big brother to get moving. Maximus groaned, and in extra slow motion swung his feet over the edge of the bed onto the floor. stretching and slowly ever so slowly. rose to his feet. Thadeus, take it easy, they won't fire off the display till the eclipse you know that! That gives us two more hours to get to town. The double lunar eclipse of the sun. only happens once a year on Romulus. The one time of year when Remus and both the moons of Romulus all align. Blocking out the sun for over three hours. The ancients said this was because the gods. wished to remind the mortals . That the planets and the moons belong to the gods. And that three gods will , Comfort, Control, and Care. for them for as long as they live. The holy trinity three a seemingly universal number of reverence. The humans held religious beliefs centered around the number three too. The Vulcan's, the Klingon's , the Minbari. even the Narnians. Some how it seemed every race found a reason to hold the number three. As a revered number. So here it was Deccuos the 25th day of the 14th cycle. Alignment day. the day the "gods" bestowed their gifts to all the children who were good and faithful. The day that every town and city. fired off their sky rockets. It was always the highlight of the season. Every child knew once the display was over they would go home to find their presents from the gods on their bed. They had to be from the gods. they were never there when they left for the display but... when they got home it never failed there were the presents. Maxxxxxxx, come on!!!! Oh I'm coming relax , Maximus rubbed his younger brother on the head. Remembering his own youth. And As he got dressed for the display. He plotted, how to get his brother out of the bedroom for a few minutes ...... Before the display! Merry Christmas everyone . ;D.......Long live Christmas for the small kid in all of us!
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