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Date Posted: 08:53:01 04/09/02 Tue
Author: Oyl Slik
Subject: Red warning lights sprang to life...
In reply to: Lt. Admiral Bhoare 's message, "Retaliation." on 14:31:41 04/08/02 Mon

...as the redundancy systems kicked in. Communication was still down and so was most of the hardwired techno-mechanicware, but thank Primus that he was still online, thought Oyl Slik.

He checked his analysis meter and noted with a sinking feeling of dread that the escape pods were now down to twenty-five percent efficiency...and dropping. So many will die today...so many...

Quickly he extended a vibroblade and cut off power to the pods, stopping any further power drainage. High above the battle raged and he knew that it would only be a matter of time until an attack hit moon-side. Velocity needed all the help it could get.

He took the loose hardwire and spliced it into the old Dipscee’s power grid...one of the few planetside Strategos Cannons on Velocity, he knew that he had to do this. There was no way that he was going to take the quick ride out of here on one of the rare escape pods. No. Oyl Slik will stand.

He began to climb the long ladder up from the heart of Velocity, a stretch that would reach into the heights of the moon base in a sighting-tower. From there he would break into the old locked chamber and...well, he’ll do what he had to do...

He looked out of one of the shaft-peers into space. Explosions lit up the night, and died out...flames extinguished from lack of oxygen. Heaven rained fire...it bode ill for Velocity, maybe even Cybertron. What a nightmare.

Getting into the Strategos Cannon was no problem. The vibroblade did short work on the lock, and a well placed shoulder opened the old rusty barrier quickly enough. He approached the old machine and noted with a sense of detachment how foreign military hardware looked to him nowadays. He could still operate the thing, that was no problem...but to be firing a gun again...damn...

The re-routing of the escape pods ebbing power worked. That first wave of whatever which had knocked out the power grid was malignant...it’s purpose fullfilled in that first attack. It looked like power could still fire up some of these babies, if someone was in position to do it. Most of those space bound dipscees were dead though...he could tell by the map which had come online at his right.

He plugged into the dipscee and space came to life before his eyes. He was miles closer to the carnage happening high above. Metalic creatures ravenously ripping off shreds of wreckage and barely alive Cybertronions. Electricty sparking across them, leaping from alien form to alien form. On Oyl Slik’s right, he could see the Skirmishers flying about and firing at a group of the demonic creatures. The aliens were too powerful as they dodged fire and leapt onto oncoming ships. Some of the Skirmishers would double up against an enemy, projectile weapons shreading into the alien hide, ripping it to shreds. There were so many...too many...

He looked back to the section of space where the dead and dying were only a feast for the creatures. He looked at the black diamonds hovering high in the night sky, the Skirmishers not even close, the IG-Seekers, trying to get closer. Corvettes and attack frigates coming up behind. Assault Cruisers riding the astral waves, coming in at full speed, behind them a few remaining Sci-Spheres sending out Infrared signatures, UH signatures, radio signatures, only a matter of time until they start trying to find a weak spot on higher signature bands like ultraviolet, electromagnetic, gravocentric, geothermic and proto-quanta....but they needed their time to find a weak spot. And he knew he had to buy them time.

He fired at the black diamonds, the dipscee beam tore up the night with it’s white light, engulfing Velocity in momentary daylight as the power tore through a swarm of feeding monstrosities on colision course to a diamond. Matter and Anti-matter colided in the pulsating particle beam, an electromagnetic field rippling out as it approached space...the null of power warned the Skirmishers and Cybertronion Attackers to steer clear...the old ground bound attack cannon was firing, and in the process using banned technology.

Inside of the dipscee, Oyl Slik’s mouth was frozen in a silent scream, as his eyes and mind became one with the weapon, his thought were engulfed in the machine. He didn’t notice the lubricant which trickled out of his optical wells.

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