<span style='color:yellow'><b> " oh, and com, there were 8 motherships originally. minus the one i sent into the suns photosphere, that leaves seven. I'm just glad the other four are on the other side of the sun, and haven't detected us yet. I hope. And I never expected us to survive against Daddys' ships <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> ."</b> </span>
<span style='color:green'>"A lone capital ship versus an assault fighter is definitely not easy, but it can be done. It's all about the manueverability and keeping their lead off you by the very least margins at all times while crippling their offensive reach as much as possible." [continues his burning roll upward, slams the sidestick backwards and to the left, twisting to the right and reversing the turn with his secondary boosters, squeezing off two more hypervelocity shots while diving into the shadow of another asteroid]</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*goes to the mess hall, after being bored of the sim* "Wonder if there's any food here.... Ah, there it is" *grabs a plate of meat, just cooked from the counter* "Just hope this wasn't for any officer" *takes the meat and goes to room. begins to eat*</u></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Yeah, doesn't look like much, Khaim, but it packs a punch. Especially if you tweak the loadout a little." *brings up the Dreadnought's loadout screen* "Hmm...let's see..." [2x Heavy PBCs (front and rear) * PBC = Particle Beam Cannon. Basically fires a bolt of plasma at near light speed, straight out of the fusion ring. Effective range ~10km, max range ~15. 2x Antimatter Mines (rear) <-- goes pop, in a big way. 8x Seeker Mines (rear) 30x Screamer Missiles (10 rear, 20 front)] "It's got two independent shield systems, that can track one target each. They can only stop so much tho, and they're useless against missiles. This should be interesting."</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*holds perfectly still after finishing practice, suddenly, like something out of an anime cartoon, a nearby chair shatters into a hundred pieces* "Sh!t." *hides remains of chair, turns TV off just after Ed's blown up, sheaths katana and leaves room, as he leaves, he hears a loud crash come from the room he just left, opening the door, he is greeted with the sight of everything in the rec room cut into at least two pieces* "I hope that no security cameras saw that." *notices lone security camera sliced in two, closes door and calmly walks away, whisling, keeping the katana hidden, puts katana away in his room and returns to the TV room with the others*</span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> *Wakes up. Panicking he runs out but stops forgeting his stuff, he runs back in and gets changed, he puts his field medic combat vest on, he emptrys his suit case items into his rucksack and puts it on his back, the nstarts jogging towards the IP, keeps lookign for someone he reconises.*</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Ooooh ****. Here we go." *grabs med pack and weapons and runs off towards the IP* "Anyone know what's happening?"</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> "Finally, i get to shoot somthing besides myself." *notices ebveryone's heading for the IP room.* "damn, gotta get my reg hat." *Ed jogs to the quartermaster, hands him his flight helemt, and grabs his Grunt Helmet from him. Then sprints towards the rest of the group.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Huah, finally something good." *runs to the quartermaster's bay, grabbing his equipment and LMG, his pistol holstered at his side. Suits up and breaks for the IP facility*</span>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*Grabs rifle, five rounds of ammunition, his pistol, some c4, and his PDA. Suits up on way to ip portal.* "Let's get this ball rolling."</span></span></i>
<span style='color:purple'>"Looks like we're up!" *Slips his PDA and cords into a belt pouch and runs off thru the rec room for the IP room.* [Grabs a broken piece of furnature, chucking it back at the sim at the off switch to try and knock it off and let those in the sim know they needed to come-on.]</span>
<span style='color:purple'>[fails due to the fact that the simulator is already off after the alarm went off]</span>
<i>At the IP facility, one of the ship officers is telling the arrived marines what's going on:
"...but when the strike team arrived at the research facility, they noticed during the battle that a number of escape pods have been launched. We don't know how many, but we fear the scientists, suddenly facing battle-ready aliens themselves, have fled with no regard to security (officer rolls his eyes at this. As both his tone and his face implies, he does NOT carry a lot of respect for the scientists that, mere days ago, told the marines that there was nothing to fear, and that are now risking the Ariadne Arm by flying into open space in infested pods, probably not hesitating to dock). We don't know if this is the cause, but we've recieved an alarm from a trade cruiser not long from the research station. I suggest you prepare for the worst, good luck. The deployment ships will leave in a moment, on board I expect to see:"
*the officer lists a number of marines, including (coincidentically) everyone participating in the roleplay <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->*</i>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*raises hand* "How many hostiles are we looking at? And what's the estimated level of infestation?" </span></span></i>
<span style='color:purple'>"If I had to guess Zooby, I would say a lot, prepare for the worst and take enough ammo." *Gets ready and heads over towards the hangar to board the ship ready for launch.*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'><b> "Hey com, if there happen to be any spacial folds or ultradense bodiesor even a wormhole en route i can get us there faster <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->"</b> </span>
<span style='color:white'> *Under his breath* "Damn, i KNEW i should have filed the paperwork to get Ferrin and the Twins into the duty roster." *Notices an odd look from Dea* "I'll show you when we get back." </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Bloody scientists. Why do they all have to wear those rediculous ties?"</span></span></span>
<b>Yes children, its time to play HL mis-quote again...</b>
<span style='color:green'>"Tell you one thing, these scientists better be on the level and not try anything funny, or else they just might accidentally get into my line of fire. "Oops, would you look at that? I was aiming for that skulk. Poor guy just jumped out in front of my gun and *BLAM*. I'm sorry pal. You okay?"" *unsheathes his combat knife and begins balancing it on the palm of his glove* "Well what do you say guys? Last one to kill an alien buys the beer." *fumbles for a second, dropping the knife on the deck* "..." </span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*checks on Vladstock and LMG* "I wonder, are we getting better weapons?" *tightens the backpack, so the elctronic gadgets will not fall*</u></span>
<span style='color:orange'>"We better be getting new weapons this time, or I swear, I'm gonna quit the Frontiersmen and go back to Toowoomba. There's an annual trading card tournament, first prize is $200. If I win every tournament after I quit, plus the Frontiersmen pension, I'll be set for life. Oh, has anyone seen what happened in the rec room? Looks like some maniac with a sword went and cut everything in there to pieces!" *takes out P229s and starts to spin them idly around his fingers*</span>
<b>Before anything happens to me, I must state that most likely I will be locked, and blocked from the forums. So if I don't respond for a month or so, I was blocked</b>
<b>Is just that I think I'm kinda **** of one of the administartors of the forums. Most of my new topics were very contraversial and the admin did not like my ideas. Nothing perverted, or racist, or anything like that though.</b>
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[continues his burning roll upward, slams the sidestick backwards and to the left, twisting to the right and reversing the turn with his secondary boosters, squeezing off two more hypervelocity shots while diving into the shadow of another asteroid]</span>
"Wonder if there's any food here.... Ah, there it is"
*grabs a plate of meat, just cooked from the counter*
"Just hope this wasn't for any officer"
*takes the meat and goes to room. begins to eat*</u></span>
*brings up the Dreadnought's loadout screen*
"Hmm...let's see..."
[2x Heavy PBCs (front and rear)
* PBC = Particle Beam Cannon. Basically fires a bolt of plasma at near light speed, straight out of the fusion ring. Effective range ~10km, max range ~15.
2x Antimatter Mines (rear) <-- goes pop, in a big way.
8x Seeker Mines (rear)
30x Screamer Missiles (10 rear, 20 front)]
"It's got two independent shield systems, that can track one target each. They can only stop so much tho, and they're useless against missiles. This should be interesting."</span></span>
"Sh!t."
*hides remains of chair, turns TV off just after Ed's blown up, sheaths katana and leaves room, as he leaves, he hears a loud crash come from the room he just left, opening the door, he is greeted with the sight of everything in the rec room cut into at least two pieces*
"I hope that no security cameras saw that."
*notices lone security camera sliced in two, closes door and calmly walks away, whisling, keeping the katana hidden, puts katana away in his room and returns to the TV room with the others*</span>
"Active shift, please move to the infantry portals a.s.a.p."</i>
*Wakes up. Panicking he runs out but stops forgeting his stuff, he runs back in and gets changed, he puts his field medic combat vest on, he emptrys his suit case items into his rucksack and puts it on his back, the nstarts jogging towards the IP, keeps lookign for someone he reconises.*</b></span>
*grabs med pack and weapons and runs off towards the IP*
"Anyone know what's happening?"</span></span>
*runs to the quartermaster's bay, grabbing his equipment and LMG, his pistol holstered at his side. Suits up and breaks for the IP facility*</span>
*catches up with Ed*
"that was unlucky back there. Nice flying otherwise though."</span></span></span>
"Let's get this ball rolling."</span></span></i>
*Slips his PDA and cords into a belt pouch and runs off thru the rec room for the IP room.*
[Grabs a broken piece of furnature, chucking it back at the sim at the off switch to try and knock it off and let those in the sim know they needed to come-on.]</span>
<i>At the IP facility, one of the ship officers is telling the arrived marines what's going on:
"...but when the strike team arrived at the research facility, they noticed during the battle that a number of escape pods have been launched. We don't know how many, but we fear the scientists, suddenly facing battle-ready aliens themselves, have fled with no regard to security (officer rolls his eyes at this. As both his tone and his face implies, he does NOT carry a lot of respect for the scientists that, mere days ago, told the marines that there was nothing to fear, and that are now risking the Ariadne Arm by flying into open space in infested pods, probably not hesitating to dock). We don't know if this is the cause, but we've recieved an alarm from a trade cruiser not long from the research station. I suggest you prepare for the worst, good luck. The deployment ships will leave in a moment, on board I expect to see:"
*the officer lists a number of marines, including (coincidentically) everyone participating in the roleplay <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->*</i>
"How many hostiles are we looking at? And what's the estimated level of infestation?"
</span></span></i>
*Gets ready and heads over towards the hangar to board the ship ready for launch.*</span>
*Notices an odd look from Dea*
"I'll show you when we get back."
</span>
<b>Yes children, its time to play HL mis-quote again...</b>
*unsheathes his combat knife and begins balancing it on the palm of his glove*
"Well what do you say guys? Last one to kill an alien buys the beer."
*fumbles for a second, dropping the knife on the deck*
"..."
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"I wonder, are we getting better weapons?"
*tightens the backpack, so the elctronic gadgets will not fall*</u></span>
<b>BTW, are we getting other weapons?</b>
*takes out P229s and starts to spin them idly around his fingers*</span>