[TFL]LordofCheese
Flak Frigate Capt
Xfire : gblocpb
Games: DC, CoD 2, EaW, MTW 2, Supcomm
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born : 26 September 1989
Location: England
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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:13 pm Post subject: Story - The reign of the TFL |
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Ok here's the story I was mentioning to some of you the other day. I hope you like it, and apologise if it's a bit cheesy in parts. And please don't be offended if you don't get a mention, or you think you are too low a rank. Enjoy.
An Unexpected Visitor
The deep throbbing of the ion engines pulsated throughout the ship as Lord Apocalypse watched from the bridge of his ship Peremptus, as his fleet postioned itself above the planet WFE IV. "Fleet in postion my Lord" came the familiar sound of Admiral WikiD, who was postioned on the other side of the planet. Lord Apocalypse paused as he took one last look at the planet, he was growing tired of this campaign; at first it had been a challenge, they had arrived at the galaxy and fought many glorius battles, but now the planets just rolled over to the mighty TFL onslaught, there was no glory in this war. "Begin terraforming" he ordred, and turned to return to sit on his throne. He never liked to watch terraforming, as the surface of the planet was liquidated along with all its inhabbitants and slowly reformed into a TFL world, ready to be colonized and join the mighty empire. As he walked towards his throne, his boots clunking on the metal polished floor, the ship shuddered and lurched to the left, throwing him off his feet. Lights flashed all over the bridge, sirens wailed throughout the ship, and the strobe lighting turned a deep red. "What the hell was that!!" he belowed sprawled on the floor beneath his crimson cloke. His bridge officer, Commander SB, addressed him as two elite guard helped their lord to his feet; "It appears a small WoDe class freighter left the planet before we began terraforming, they hit us with a nuxium charge as they breached the atmosphere." He turned to check a small screen, then continued to address Lord Apocalypse "They have already passed us, but our rear weapons will make light work of them". Apocalypse walked to the screen where Commander SB was standing, "No, cancel weapons charge, hit it with a tracking device, I'm curious as to their destination", he watched on the screen as a small probe attached itself to the ship, a couple of seconds and the ship was gone. "Good work, keep me updated on that ship, return to standard stations", once again he turned to sit on his throne, he would follow the ship once the terraforming was complete. One of his communications officers approached him, "Sir, it appears the WoDe freighter dropped a small beacon in space before it left, we are working on deciphering the code." The officer clicked his heels and returned to his console. Lord Apocalypse settled down upon his throne and pondered over some status reports.
"Sir we have multiple ships incoming!! Unknown ID signals..." he looked up at the young officer, who's eyes were wide and his hands trembling. "How many ships? What class?" Lord Apocalypse demanded, irritated that the officer hadn't told him straight away. The young officer stammered "A..a.tt leas..sst 3 clan sh.sh.sh.ips, and fou..four or five cruisers with e..escorts". "Bring the Ship about" Lord Apocalypse ordered, he turned to the officer "Go to your quarters, you're in no state for combat, i'll talk to your recruiting officer later!!" The young man fled from the bridge, humiliated. "Main screen on" said Lord Apocalypse. The main screen sparked into life...several huge leviathan ships loomed on the screen with smaller ships smarming about them like hornets. Lord Apocalypse leant on his throne... his legs had failed him, but he daren't show it. The screen flashed, and several shadowy figures stepped forward; their features were hidden, but their outline showed evil grotesque faces, one of them spoke, his voice a deep throated croak "The United Clan Alliance welcomes The Fallen Lords to this sector and respectfully orders them to leave" the voice finished with a sort of grunting chuckle, it was clear that the only way they intended to let the TFL fleet leave was in pieces. "Give in, you cannot win, all your base are belong to us, you fools... the war is over" Lord Apocalypse smiled as he gloatingly spoke these words, knowing that battle was near. It was then it struck him. The rest of his fleet was terraforming the planet, if they stopped now the crust would collapse and the planet would literally fall apart, the hot magma would destroy his fleet and the enemy, it was the Peremptus against them all. The figures on the screen appeared to smile as they saw the shocked realisation on his face, "We shall see" smirked the figure, and the screen flashed back to the view of the enemy fleet.
Lord Apocalypse sprung into action, the only way they had any chance to survive was to engage them at close range, if they could get among their ships they wouldn't be facing the entire firepower of the fleet, and he knew the logistical ability of all those clans working together would be poor. "Full speed ahead, power engines and frontal shields!" The ship rumbled appreciatively as the engergy coarsed through the hull, he could feel the vibrations of expectation as the ship rolled forwards. The first enemy volley hit the ship, the shields an easy match for the poorly co-ordianted fire of the 3 clan ships. Lord Apocalypse swung into his throne, punching several buttons as he did, and many screens and panels folded out, relaying the battle information to him directly. This was the sort of battle he longed for, though he knew the risk was great, if he failed his entire fleet was at the mercy of the UCA. The second volley hit the ship, the shields flashed somewhat more reluctantly this time as their accuracy improved as the range decreased, he couldn't risk a decent thrird volley from the entire fleet. "Full power engines!!" he yelled, "But Sir.." Commander SB broke in, "Obey!" his eyes flashed with a fire that made even Commander SB shrink away. The engines roared, the ship lurched forwards. The Peremptus postioned itself between 2 of the clan ships. "Full power shields!!", the roaring and throbbing stoped, and was replaced by the humming of the shield generators which protested at such a huge power shift. The Clan ships, though taken by surprise, opened up. The ship rolled under the combine broadsides of both ships. The shields just held. "Target their weapons systems, full power!!" Lord Apocalypse smiled as he always did when his plans worked, and ignored the engineers protesting screams that the energy converters were starting to set on fire with all the power shifts. The double broadside from The Peremptus tore through the 2 clan ships, knocking out their main weapons systems on the sides facing the Peremptus. The head engineer's voice shouted down the intercom over the roaring flames and fire suppression systems, "That did for at least half the power converters, you won't have power to the guns, engines or shields for a good half hour". Lord Apocalypse confirmed the report and pondered his next move. Neither side had the weapons to damage the other's hull, and it would be at least ten or twenty minutes before the 3rd Clan ship and Cruisers were in a suitable position to attack their sheltered postion. He watched on the view screen as the bodies of the gunners from the clan ships drifted out into space, the enemy didn't know they couldn't fire his main guns... but if he paused much longer they would guess. "Prepare the boarding parties" he ordered, the only way to make it look convincing was to make it look as though they didn't want to do any more damge to the enemy ships, which meant boarding them.
Five minutes later and the TFL strike forces were aboard the Troop Transport Boats, and the fighter pilots preparing to protect their precious loads. Lord Apocalypse addressed Mippit, Head Squadron Leader, and the aptly named Mad Bomber, Leader of Bombing operations; "Ok Mippit, I need you to draw the enemy fighters away from our bombers and protect the transports, try and use Formation Jx-9 and the Kulsar." Mippit smiled and nodded to show he understood. Lord Apocalypse turned to Mad Bomber, "I need you to hit their defence turrets to keep them off the transports when we dock". Mad Bomber confirmed, and they both turned to board their ships. Apocalypse turned to watch the main screen, the enemy fighters and bombers had stopped swarming about the Clan ships on either side, and were now approaching the Peremptus in tight formation. Mippit's Squadrons flew forwards to meet them, Lord Apocalypse turned to the screens on his left, he had a camera feed to every ship and was currently following Mippit himself. The ship darted through the enemy formations, weapons pounding a steady rythem. The daring exploits of Mippit impressed Lord Apocalypse, as he flew through the firey balls of enemy ships, and passed over surprised fighters with a matter of inches between them. He lead his squadron towards the main bridge of the Valkerie, for that was the name of the first clan ship. The enemy, thinking he intended to knock out communications, pursued him. He then began Formation Jx-9 as Lord Apocalypse had ordered, the 2 wingmen either side of him broke off suddenly and swung round to get behind the enemy, at the same time Mippit activated a special device called a 'Kulsar', this was a device they had found on a deserted planet in the outer rim capable of creating small gravity fields and they had quickly adapted it to their ships, the grvaity field held the enemy fighters behind Mippits ship. This meant that, if Mippit could withstand fire of the enemy behind him long enough, his wing men could easily destroy the enemy from behind. The manouver went perfectly, and so the enemy fighters were being picked of by his wingmen while Mippit's rear deflectors endured the enemies onslaught. At last he knew his deflectors could take no more, and he disengaged the device as he approached the Valkerie's hull, he pulled up just in time and the remaining enemy fighters ploughed into the Valkerie's side.
Meanwhile Mab Bomber was hurtling down the side of the Valkerie, he was gaining terrific speed, and was leaving his squadron behind him. He was performing a special trick that only he dared do, he had released his bombs and was using a custom magnetic field on the bottom of his ship to drag the bombs beneath him and make sure they hit the target dead on target. However, to avoid vapourising himself he had to gain enough speed to out run the bombs when he stopped the magnetic field and sent them smashing into their target. The turret cluster was in sight, he eased the throttle as high as it would go. His ship shuddered as its hull began to groan under the shaking of his engines. His hands moved liked lightening, he released the bombs and sent his ship spinning off. As always the bombs hit right on target and destroyed the turrets with an almighty explosion. Mad Bomber whooped over the intercom and took his hands of the controls, only to quickly return them as his left engine bounced off the hull of an enemy fighter. With the enemy fighters kept busy and the turrets disabled by the bombers, the TTB's reached the Valkerie's docks in safety.
Next Week - Onboard the Valkerie - featuring Bclay
Thanks,
LoC
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