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Post by Erinys » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:29 am

Just in case anyone wants to post their own stories, scenarios, fragments and battle reports--this is the place! :D Many thanks to everyone who has already been so enthusiastic about the game's background--you guys are great.

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Sash of Shame Prologue: A Shadow in the Night

The Shadow-in-the-night slowly made its way through the Black just over a week away from Chezonti. It was a Sensor Destroyer, and despite being one of the smallest ships in the Hiver Fleet it was the most integral. As the eyes and ears of the fleet its crew of fifteen was proud and even eager to risk their lives so that their brothers would not rush blind to danger.

Or, usually they did. Now it was regulated to lesser duties with the Second Tarkasian War over. That meant sitting on the frontier well away from any borders, reconnoitering new systems as their Ring-gates were deployed and then sitting planet-side.

Serving the High Mother was never so dull.
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Underseer Glowing Moon had hoped for some excitement or at least suspense on this new mission. Instead the week of sitting around the ship with only some basic Sims on the computer and board of Wolf and Hound was depleting his crew of energy. He reminded himself yet again to request reassignment to the Tarkasian border.

The Shadow-in-the-night had volunteered to scan a patch of debris that had appeared on long range sensors. Moon had hoped that this would give new life to his crew as they prepared to voyage into the Unknown Black. Instead it created a new level of Lethargy among his brothers. They showed up late at their posts, didn’t clean up the Eki shells when they finished eating, and more.

Thinking of Eki made him remember he hadn’t eaten in half a day.

“Crystal, do you have any Eki left?” He asked his Sensor Operator, Crystal Clear. The Spotter passed him a nearly empty case of Eki, a single whole crustacean left. Moon picked it up and pulled off its shell, devouring the head with a single bite. He swallowed the head and slowly ate the rest, savoring every bite.

“How long until we reach sensor range?” He asked, nibbling on the hard tail as he viewed the screens. He should spend some time once he got back learning what in the Mother’s name all the Glyphs meant. –Dbs0076 and Black563-22/80 made as much sense to him as why Eki swam into fisher’s nets.

“We are in Sensor Range, but I was waiting till we were closer to start the scan to conserve power.” Crystal replied glancing back, flinching as he anticipated the incoming berating.

“While a Tarkasian Missile Destroyer waits for us to come into range! You would be dead now if we were on the border. Just because the war is over doesn’t mean the Tarkasians don’t shoot on sight!” Moon screeched at him.

“We aren’t anywhere near the Tarkasian border, Underseer. We aren’t even on the front line. The Ezetic Expeditionary Force should be arriving at the nearby system soon. It was an acceptable risk to conserve power so we can return to Chezonti quicker.”

“So thought Reconnaissance before the battle of Za’traxin! A cruiser and a destroyer lost before we even opened fire! Start the scan now.”
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Crystal touched the Glyph standing for the ships Sensors, then touching the Glyph standing for General Scan, telling the ship what to do with the selected system. He finally picked a third Glyph, Debris Patch 0, telling the computer the target.

“Not an Asteroid patch, looks a bit like wreckage. Not Hiver, might be Tarkasian.”

He touched another three Glyphs, Debris Patch 0, then Modify, and then Wreckage Field 0. The Debris changed its name to Wreckage.

“Something else, at the back. It looks a bit like… Great Mother! It’s a Ring-gate!”
Icy Terror gripped Moons heart, and he just suppressed fears that this might be all that was left of the Expedition to Ezetic. Then he worried this might not be a Hiver Ring at all. Both led to the same conclusion. Battle Stations.

“Crew at their stations! Send a Sensor Log back to Chezonti. Begin focused scan on the ring. I want a Warning Star going off on all channels every ten seconds!”

Images of Hiver ships exploding under a barrage of Tarkasian firepower during the War came unbidden to his mind. Underseer Moon was afraid.
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Gray Sky rolled over on the sleeping matt, marveling at how fast time could fly when you counted every second. Time for his shift already and it seemed like just an hour ago he had signed off.

His Lethargy evaporated under an emotion that danced between shock and fear when he saw the Glyph he had hoped never to see again. The Warning Star, an eight-pointed star over a Plateau. He rolled off the cot and saw that Running River had already put on his Extended Carapace and taken unlocked the Diver Staff Storage.

Driver Staves were common for Hiver Warfare, and next to the flamethrower one of the favorite space-faring weapons. They were just a huge, meter long rifle, launching an armor-piecing slug hard and fast enough to punch through an inch of Armor Plating. Or a Hiver Carapace.

Running tossed him his Staff, and Gray caught it and the tubes of slugs that followed. He inserted a three slug tube into the staff and cocked it.

The other two gunners similarly received their staves and the team moved into the main corridor. Gray split off and moved towards the engines while the other two went along to the Command. Another four gunners came from the barracks opposite and split up likewise. Taskmaster Archer came out of his own quarters shouted for them to move their Carapaces if they want to still be wearing them by the time the ship returned to Chezonti.

Gray dashed down the corridor and jumped into a small alcove half way to the Engines. In the alcove he went down a ladder into his seat in the turret. The other way up the ladder was another turret, manned by a Warrior named Wavy Line who had his shift now, and was thus already in his turret.

“Commence combat check. Turret 0 check.”
“Turret 1, check.”
“Turret 2, functioning.”
“Turret 3, controls are a little jerky, otherwise okay.”
“Turret 4, check.”
“Turret 5, someone didn’t clean up some Eki shells.”
“Turret 6, check.”
“Turret 7, that would be my fault 5, check.”
“Turret 8, you’d better clean it up when this is over, check.”

“Turret 9, cut the chatter, check.” Gray said into the microphone. His gun was functioning properly, ammo feed wasn’t tangled, and the controls were fine. Memories of the Tarkasian War came to mind, and of the Tarkasians themselves.

“Turret 10, Check.”
“Turret 11, check.”

They were a cross between reptiles and primates, cannibals who ate their own young just because they could. They had glassed two worlds during the war, each one home to billions of Hivers. The war only ended when the Hiver fleet sent at the beginning of the conflict arrived in their own frontier.

That revealed the Tarka as cowards who would surrender the moment they faced proper warriors and not defenseless workers.

But they weren’t anywhere near the Tarkasian border. Why battle stations?
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Underseer Moon leaned over Crystal’s shoulder. “You are certain?” he asked him.

“Same material, right shape, even traces of Dimensional Aftershock. If this isn’t a ring-gate then I’m a Princess.”

“Make sure you aren’t and continue scanning. Helmsman, Spiral Pattern approach.”

The Destroyer worked its way closer to the wreckage cautiously. Circling it and every time it went around it became a little closer.
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On board the bridge of the Avalanche, Captain Dalus stared ahead at the closed blast shields covering the windows. The Avalanche and it’s support Destroyer Myrmidon had been ordered to investigate loss of contact with the Colonization Cruiser Elron. The Elron had been sent to scout out and then colonize a world in the Latium system. It’s disappearance and the sighting of strange ships along the borders of the Hibernia System had led command to dispatch his Detachment.

The ships came out of NodeSpace fast. Fast as in distance, not time, because their engines had been warmed up in NodeSpace.

“See anything?” he asked his Sensor officer.

“Wreckage probably from the Elron. I see the Node Ring and Bridge. Something else… another ship circling the wreckage. Unknown design.”

“A moment later a visual of the ship came onto the screen. Gasps of fear and quiet screams filled the room. Almost everyone could recognize that kind of ship. The ships that had attacked Earth.

The Bugs.

“Battle-stations.”
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“Ships, porting out of the Ring. They aren’t ours.” Crystal said, stating the obvious as the reentry of those ships into realspace had been big enough to see from here.

“Are they Tarkasian?”

“Possibly, ships are too high though. Tarkasians like low, squat designs. Wait, they are powering up weapons, moving fast towards us.”

Flashes of light streaked out from the other ships at the Shadow. Moon had the words Evasive Maneuvers in his throat before the ship was rocked by a hit.

“Taskmaster Earnest! What happened?” He asked through the speaker to the Engines.

“Some form of advanced energy weapon. Hit the power storage. I sealed it up but we will be running on emergency power from… now.” When Earnest said that the lights in the ship flickered, then came back on as a low orange. Many of the screens on the Command Deck turned off, leaving only the most fundamental systems running.

Weapons weren’t a fundamental system.
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“Hostile ship is powering down, we hit their power core. Only Basic Systems online. She’s a sitting duck.”

“Good, signal to the Myrmidon that we will begin a boarding action. I want to take them alive.”
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“The Enemy is coming in close. We believe they are boarding. Report to ship defense stations.”

“Great Mother.” Gray cursed as he climbed out of his Turret. Staff in one hand he followed Wavy as the other pair of Warriors came out of their turrets and went to the Engine Room.

In the Engine Room the four warriors met with Taskmaster Earnest, the diminutive Worker trying to get enough power so that the ship to run away. He was under one of the monitors reconnecting links to different systems.

On the other side of the Engine Room was an airlock, a closed pair of blast doors.

“They are cutting through the outer door now. In some form of Vacuum tunnel.” Running River said as he dashed into the room. The five warriors took up positions behind cover and waited for the Enemy to cut through the door.”

Eventually a series of sparks started to descend down the center of the door from the top. Where they passed they left a clean black cut.

When it reached the bottom it disappeared and a moment passed. Then the doors were blasted out like a Tarkasian had kicked them. Behind them dozens of strange black carapaced figures stood in a tube.

As one each side fired. The five slugs from the Hivers hit a pair of foes, who fell to the ground and made pitiful whimpering sounds. The four or so who had clear lines of fire returned it, streams of slugs ricocheting off the walls and equipment.

One hit Wavy Line in the leg and he fell to the ground. His head came out of safe cover and the foes as one turned and fired on it. A good warrior died.

Another volley came from the warriors, Running grabbing Wavy’s dropped staff and holding one in each hand fired a double shot at the enemy. Even more of them died, but between the next volley another warrior was killed as his carapace gave in under the unrelenting streams of slugs.

Gray took up the dead warriors staff and fired the last slug in the tube at the enemy. In the time in took to reload they would all likely be dead by then.

It may have been chance, or it may have been the Great Mother’s will but while one of those shots hit a foe in the head the other went past them all and hit the walls of the tube. It made a small hole, but it got bigger as all the air in the Engine Room and the vacuum tube was sucked out. The humans as one went out through it, one of them grabbing a tatter of the cloth-like wall and widening the hole until he smacked into the side of the humans ship

A warrior was sucked out into the vacuum before the pressure doors closed, leaving Running and Gray the only two survivors. The two looked at each other and Running said something, but with the vacuum he heard nothing.

A second later air hissed into the room as it was equalized from the ship’s oxygen reserves. Gray took a breath of the thin air. It turned into a gasp as the enemy ship that had tried to board was rocked with a series of explosions from inside.

“It seems that their ships are not very sturdy.” Taskmaster Earnest said as he climbed out from under the monitors. “It may be that however they make those energy weapons renders their ships very vulnerable from the inside. But it doesn’t help us. There is nothing I can do about the power.”

“That ship won’t be trying to board us again, we should check and see if Taskmaster Archer needs help.”

Gray nodded and Earnest followed the too warriors from a safe distance as they jogged through the corridor into the Sensor Room of the ship.

The Bodies of Taskmaster Archer and the rest of the gunners were spread out on the ground, a crowd of the enemy firing into the Command Deck. The two warriors fired as one into their backs.

Another volley followed and claimed another two lives, the last one raising his gun to fire but ended up being beheaded from behind by Underseer Moon. Looking past the Underseer he saw the corpses of the Helmsman and Crystal Clear slumped over their controls.

“Are you all that is left?” the Underseer asked them. Worry flashed across his eyes.

“Us and Taskmaster Earnest a bit further back.”

The Underseer gravely nodded, coming to face with the fact he would not survive this day.

“We will die for the Mother then. Give Taskmaster Earnest a driver staff.” He said, picking up one of his own from the dead.

Gray offered Taskmaster Earnest a staff but was ignored as the Worker went straight to the dead aliens and took one of their weapons. He explored it, and then seemed to find how to work it as the weapon fired a short burst.

Underseer Moon led them into the smaller alien ship’s still intact boarding tunnel. One of the aliens had been in what seemed like storage room. He tried to run when he saw the Hivers coming through but was hit by a round from Moon’s staff.

Taskmaster Earnest looked at some cylinders on a rack. He took one and said, “I think that this is a power core.”

“How can you be sure?” Moon asked the worker, as he himself looked at some of the Alien devices.

“See this symbol here, the one that looks like a jagged line?” He said, pointing to a lightning bolt like symbol on the side of the cylinder. “That used to be our own symbol for power. It’s the best chance we have.”

As he spoke a pair of Aliens opened fire from a doorway. The shots were single unlike others but they packed more of a punch. Cracks appeared in Running’s carapace under the force of the blows. Running opened fire and the aliens fell back, closing the door behind them.

“Take what you can carry and go to the Engine Room. See if you can get it working. Running, Gray, go to the rear turrets and get ready to fire once we have power back.”

The Underseer dashed off, followed by Earnest holding a power core in each hand, followed by the warriors.

Gray found himself again in the turret, checking the ammo and the controls. A second later the orange lighting was replaced by the normal white glow. He swung the turret around and fired at the Alien ship.

The explosive shell hit along the top of the Alien ship, leaving a scorch mark on it’s plating. The Shadow-in-the-night roared to life and left the aliens in it’s vapors.
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Both of the warriors began to feel the effects of their damaged carapaces, and more importantly the slugs lodged in their insides.

Running died on the third day, and Gray felt himself start to slip away on the sixth.

“Rest warrior, the Great Mother is proud of you.” Underseer Moon had said to him.

They were the last words Gray Sky the Warrior ever head.

((Go me! First fanfic!

Technical Notes: Driver Staves are sort of a mix of a shotgun and a sniper rifle, just without a scope. The Warriors in here are about a meter tall, small enough to conserve space but big enough to actually matter in boarding actions. Taskmaster is like a lieutenant or seargent while Underseer is a junior officer and Overseer is a Captain. If by chance this happens to fit in with the SotS scenario storyline then WOO HOO!

Also, I know the names suck. Just imagine them being translated into Hiver.))
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Post by Strategia » Sun Aug 28, 2005 11:02 am

You are a very good writer, I liked reading your story!

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Post by Mecron » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:16 pm

well done! keep it up!
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Post by Erinys » Mon Aug 29, 2005 2:03 am

Very nice! Thanks for posting. :)

Ah, a new verb: "To glass".... :twisted:

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Post by Strategia » Mon Aug 29, 2005 7:33 am

Methinks the Gallery is also active on the SE forums, as "to glass" is a widely used verb there already.....

It means "to bombard a planet from orbit until everybody and everything on the surface is reduced to smoldering rubble, then bombard some more to destroy the rubble, then bombard a little more just for good measure". It's derived from the fact that sand turns to glass when hit by a nuke.

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Post by Erinys » Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:53 pm

Strategia wrote:It means "to bombard a planet from orbit until everybody and everything on the surface is reduced to smoldering rubble, then bombard some more to destroy the rubble, then bombard a little more just for good measure". It's derived from the fact that sand turns to glass when hit by a nuke.


Yep. The fact that "to glass" was a summary verb for scorched-earth planetary bombardment was obvious from context. And since sand turns to glass when subjected to extreme temperatures from any source, I find it a nicely evocative SF term. After all, energy weapons could probably "glass" a planet as easily as nukes or mass drivers.

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Post by Avatar_Squadron » Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:20 am

Not to mention its just so much more fun to say then "bombard to nothing." :D

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Seems people like it. I will pump one out every weekend for SoS. Less frequently I will make one during the week about the Avalanche.
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Prologue - An End, A Beginning

Post by Shadow » Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:18 pm

This short story was inspired by Martin Cirulis's outline of a battle in his interview at Talk Strategy (Talk Strategy interview ). I hope you don't mind me doing so Martin, but I borrowed that outline because I have regrettably no experience with SotS... yet. Since I have zero experience with SotS, I have (for now) to rely on what information I can scrape together from other sources like your outline. I intend to write more as my understanding of the game and its universe increases and improve. Will there be a beta/external beta phase?

My thanks also to Arinn Dembo and her racial outlines, I found them invaluable, I hope I remained true to her vision of what she wrote. I will be posting this in three installments, to enable people to read it in three easy bites. Enjoy.

An End, A Beginning


"...Princess!"

I inhale, I suffocate.

Light filters to my visual receptors, pain.

I feel.

My thorax convulses in a different kind of pain... I am cramped and I give a mighty thrust with my legs and the casing around me partially shatters.

I hunger.

I begin to chew a section of my casing by instinct, enlarging it, my hunger eases somewhat. The nourishment replenishes me. I inhale again, this time I do not suffocate.

I live!

Light on my visual receptors coalesces and I see the warm, sensual surroundings of an egg chamber.

I am!

I struggle to free myself of the egg case that both cradles me and traps me. I heave to be liberated.

Freedom!

I emerge and memories swamp me, threatening to overwhelm my new self and I freeze, concentrating on being once more. My abdomen pumps strongly as I catch my breath. The effort is both painful and taxing, my strength ebbs.

I am Xzikr!

Sorrow, elation, anger, trepidation, triumph!

I am reborn!

Shock and then sweet, sweet darkness enfolds me as I hear the attendants scurry to my side. As I fade to the dark, I barely feel them catch me before I fall
...Princess!


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"Well Brrmyd?"

"He has returned my princess", said Brrmyd, head, eyes and vibratory sensors averted in respect. "Scans show that you have successfully injected 98.889% of the sacred crystal crystbrncs into your new egg, and he has reinstituted into himself."

The princess released pleasure hormones, watching as Brrmyd vibratory sensors nearly quivered, his visual receptors swirling. "That will be all Brrmyd."

Brrmyd bowed with a contented sigh.

"Ah", thought the princess as she watched Brrmyd withdraw, "you have returned to me Xzikr, and you are truly mine now. Yet, how long I wonder before you leave, now that your genetic makeup is of my own? So many of our children lost", she sighed, "will there be time to have more before you abandon me?”


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I am Xzikr!

I remember...and the memory carries me to my past...

The captain’s skiff vibrated beneath me as it returned me to my new command cruiser, “Duelers Edge”, after inspecting the fleet one final time. I admired its smooth curvilinier outline, it reminded me much of the Princess in her youth. The painting on the hull even attempted to matched her coloration, my vibratory sensors quirked in amusement, twitching left and right. As the skiff came about to one of the docking bays I thought of the long and arduous war we had endured already.

Our scouts had finally found and reached the Tarka's home world. They were an ugly race, our Worker/Scientists believing that they were descendant from prehistoric reptiles. Unconsciously shivering slightly to our innate revulsion of creatures so similar to those that once in our very distant past consumed us as protein matter! The barbarism of those times must have been truly horrendous!

These reptiles it was reported were heavily defended, with maxed out light and medium defense satellites and there was a squadron of fourteen cruisers present as well. It’s production capacity was unknown, but since this was the home world I was guessing it would be formidable.

“We will be docked momentarily my prince.”

“Very well Worker/Pilot.” I said with some distraction, reviewing mentally the plan again in my minds eye.

I am Xzikr and it was my plan and my strategies that lead us to this moment. And as such, this nesting fleet was given into my command to lay the final blow on these Tarka. I relished the chance once more to prove both my loyalty and ability to my Princess and the long, joyous nights once more in her embrace!

At this point in our history our nesting fleets are quiet powerful. I remember we are, were if my plan is successful, centered on cruiser class ships in general but my new project through one of the Worker/Engineers, Sctar, was the prototype Dreadnought class. I remember again his coming to me all a quiver on how he and his team can increase the power of a standard cruiser by 300%! The other Prince’s scoffed at my presentation to the counsel, it galled me still to have to seek approval for its construction, jealousy I’m sure playing a large role in their reluctance.

In the end they bent to my wishes but only after the design was gutted of most of what I wanted included. It did not have the best weapons layout as I was informed that we didn't really have the income to support as “fancy” an outfitting as requested, or so they told me. Fools! The silver lining however, despite their tightfisted revenge, was we were able to build it quickly and send it along on this invasion. I thought to move my flag to it; however it did not have the command abilities of the new cruiser.

However their revenge wasn’t finished as they had pulled a section of cruisers from my nesting fleet, and included it into the Home fleet to Honor the princess and by implication help defend her if it (or rather I) failed. How could I refuse, besides they said, the design would be overshadowed by having too many cruisers present. Bah! It was agreed that an experiment to show if the cost of such a design had merit was needed and I aimed to prove that it was indeed very much worth any expense.

Now the thing to realize about any Hiver invasion, I pondered, is that we Hivers only care about one thing for the beginning of combat; making sure that our gate ship survives. If we have a large enough fleet we can keep the gate ship out of harms way, deep in the reinforcement’s wave. But after we issue the build gate command, the next phase is critical, as that gate is going to be out and vulnerable.

Any power that survives battling the Hivers knows if that gate survives then the beginning of the end is at hand, as any Hiver ship in the known galaxy can tele-transport in (provided, of course, that they are in a system with another gate and the Hiver gate traffic capacity is not exceeded).

I pause as I focus my visual receptors on the hatch and note through my vibratory sensors the equalization of the skiff's atmosphere with that of my cruiser. It was time to leave and assume command.

“Well done Worker/Pilot, you are most skilled.” I say crisply as I stand and move toward the hatch and pass onto my ship.

“Prince/Captain Xzikr requesting permission to board...”


I'll post the next chapter later tonight or tomorrow depending on my schedule. I hope I wet your appetite, the juicy battle scenes come up next (as well as much better character dialog and such. ;) )
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Post by castewar » Tue Aug 30, 2005 10:34 pm

We have fan fiction?

Holy cow, that just made my day. Keep up gang.
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Post by Erinys » Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:33 am

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Post by Peanut Gallery » Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:57 pm

Ah, well... I still have dibs on posting the first piece of fiction.

Avalanche story up later.
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Post by Mecron » Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:05 pm

Shadow, by all means go right ahead and dramatize away from my combat reports. That is part of the reason we designed combat to be visually rewarding and not just an abstract clickfest. We are all about the games that inspire your imagination instead of short-circuiting it.

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