Ended Get the Cookie RP (Sci-Fi Nonsense-ish RP, no DM no Character Sheet)

[Firedemon]

((Yeah, I'm doing it again. This RP has no actual DM or rules, just basic guidelines.

You must have a reasonable rate of success vs failure, you can't just succeed with everything
You cannot perform an absurd number of actions at once without good reason
House Rules are basically law. I.E. if we all want to declare a DM for a bit, eh go for it
No character sheet required, just maintain some reasonable level of consistency among your characters
The world can be shaped and defined how you wish, there's plenty of space in... space. Just avoid conflicting underlying principles of the universe and stuff

Try to give one slightly larger post to introduce your characters, but don't worry about making terribly big posts. The following is by no means an expected post length))
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A Fusemanian Ragnarok vessel drops out of hyperspace in an empty void of interstellar space. The behemoth was known to have jumped away from Fusemania as its core went critical, during the Great Siege only a year ago. The Ragnarok was under construction when the Coalition struck and it was pressed into service immediately, before it was ready. Scans at the time indicated it possessed an ancient artifact of power...

The Cookie.

Thought to be lost forever, the different empires of the galaxy, now free of Fusemanian oppression, had simply moved on with their lives in the time since. If the ship dropped out of hyperspace, every advanced civilization would detect it because of The Cookie, and they would pounce on it immediately. The last Fusemanian robots aboard the lost Ragnarok would have known this as well.

As the Ragnarok slowly drifts through this abyss of space, all of its systems completely powered down. The Fusemanians likely hadn't properly outfitted this last Ragnarok to utilize The Cookie as the unmatched power source it is.

A much smaller hyperspace window opens just after the Ragnarok, and out from it comes a single small ship. The ship is something larger than a fighter, though certainly not approaching the size of a destroyer or frigate. The ship is strangely organic and covered in a thick, fleshy hull with huge scales covering certain areas. It immediately cloaks and moves towards the Ragnarok, which more than dwarfs the small ship.

"And just as I predicted. The planet exploding and the damaged hyperdrive interacted with the window and sure enough, here it is. No telling exactly how long has passed for the ship, but by the looks of things... Yep, no power. The atmosphere in there will probably be mostly liquid oxygen and nitrogen at this point... Ugh. The robots should all be powered down at least. Now, how am I gonna get through this centurium hull? There's probably a gaping hole somewhere the ship will fit. Maybe if I'm lucky the Dreadnought hangar will have been blown open."

((Note, the paragraph before that monologue is a more than sufficient size introduction for any of you. Also, fair warning, there will be an entire faction (not Fusemania, that's a long dead reference to prior RPs) emerging on my next post. Feel free to do the same, you do not need to play as a lone character. Also, just saying, to be consistent with prior iterations of this RP you shouldn't be able to penetrate the hull of the Ragnarok without throwing some pretty serious firepower at it, and really none of you should have a ship bigger than that thing. You can, but just saying.))

 

[Requiem]

I give you the cookie.

 

[Firedemon]

"Huh, what? How did you get in my ship... You aren't First Caste... What are you? Is that? No, that's not it. That's the edible kind."

I reject your edible cookie. Kahnom has no use for edible cookies. Kahnom is a very sad person, yes.

 

[Colonel Thunder]

Another ship enters out of hyperspace. It is about the same size as the other ship already mentioned. Probably a few dozen times bigger than a fighter. However big that's supposed to be. Point is, it's small, fast, and has insignificant firepower.

"Hey wait a second, this isn't Blockbuster," says Colonel Thunder. "Radar, I thought we set course for Blockbuster. I gotta return this copy of Snatch."

"Um, sir," says Radar. "Blockbuster hasn't existed for several years now."

"Sweet!" says Thunder. "That means I have my own copy of Snatch! Anyways, why'd we stop?"

"We're reading a big energy signature," says Radar. "I thought it might be the Cookie or something."

"Nah, just looks like a big Fusemanian ship," says Thunder. "Hey, I haven't seen those guys in forever. I thought they all died or something. Let's open all the comm channels and see if they're alive."

"Um, that's not a great idea sir," says Radar. "If we open all comm channels, anyone will be able to talk to us, and before too long they'll be able to triangulate our exact location."

"Oh well we'll use cloaking then," says Thunder.

"This ship doesn't have that," says Radar. "And either way they'd be able to triangulate our exact location."

"Ah, this ship's fast, we can always run or something," says Thunder.

"Actually our hyperdrive's on cooldown so not really," says Radar.

"Actually our blah blah blah," says Colonel Thunder. "Just open the channels and let's see if the Fusemanians have anything to say."

Radar opens the channels.

 

[Firedemon]

"Hm? Colonel Thunder? That's... Not surprising that he would open all channels..."

Kahnom begins pushing buttons on the console for his ship, then responds to Colonel Thunder

"It is good to see you again Colonel Thunder, you fought... Surprisingly well at the Great Siege of Fusemania. Give my regards to Radar as well. But, as you know, I cannot allow you to claim The Cookie. It's simply too powerful for any of us."

During all of this, Radar notices that Kahnom's ship is very thoroughly scanning them.

"But we have some time before anything happens, how have you been Colonel Thunder? You have a couple kids right, how are they?"

Kahnom continues casually pushing buttons while trying to distract Colonel Thunder.

 

[coolpool2]

This seems pretty neat. Just a couple of questions while I begin to think of my characters. What is the upper limit on how many characters we can have? What type of weaponry can my ship have? (Naturally I won't try and do anything too overpowered) What exactly is the cookie again?

 

[Colonel Thunder]

((Upper character limit? There really isn't one, just know that the more characters you have interacting with other players, the more work a single post becomes. Weaponry-wise, you can have pretty much anything. Lasers and missiles are probably standard fare, but feel free to get creative. Just no planet destroying nukes or anything dumb like that. The Cookie is, uh, a cookie. But somehow it has infinite energy potential, which makes it very very valuable to spacefaring factions. Its basically the tesseract from the Avengers except more powerful and more, uh, sugary.))

"Sir, they're scanning our ship," says Radar, temporarily closing the comm channels.

"Oh shit!" says thunder. "Quick, delete my browser history!"

"They...they can't scan that, sir," says Radar.

"Oh thank God," says Thunder. "Wait a second, did he say the Cookie's in that ship?"

"Uh, yes sir," says Radar.

"Lock on to it's signature and give me an exact location," says Thunder. "If I retrieve the Cookie, perhaps the new Archbishop of the Lunar Empire will reappoint me as an Admiral."

"Sir," says Radar. "We were exiled for numerous war crimes."

"That was mostly Jenkins," says Thunder.

"And the noodle incident," mumbles Radar.

"That," says Thunder. "Yeah...I should not have drank that much. Erm, anyways, reopen the channels."

Radar opens the comm channels.

"Uh, yeah Kanome," says Thunder. "Rondait's in the Lunarian academy right now, and Melody's um, I'm sure she's fine wherever she's at. What've uh, what've you been up to?"

 

[Deleted member 13]

From the deepest darkest depths of hyperspace emerges a third, even classier vessel:

Aesthetically similar to a sixteenth century frigate, the large (moderately bigger than the two other ships that came before) boat surges forth and comes to a slow stop, staring directly at the Fusemanian giant. Flying on top of the new challenger is the loud and proud Jolly Roger.

Naturally, the ship, despite its superficial appearance, is modern and fitted with adequate shields and life support. And weaponry. Although it possesses numerous old school cannons, because it's both awesome and hilarious. The pirate vessel opens up communications with both Kahnom and Thunder.

"Ahem, h-hello? Is this thing on? Ah, good, good. Listen, I think we all know why we're here. Aboard that monumental warship lies a crate of the finest alcohol known to mankind. Or whatever particular species you call family."

Some muffled coughing can be heard in the background, along with cursing and what appear to be the insane ravings of a syphilis-addled mind.

"Anyways, Captain Regis, uh, that's me, doesn't want to make things turn nasty or unsavory or downright barbaric. But, I can and I have and I will. I have in my possession some of the most destructive weaponry this side of the galaxy, and I will not hesitate to use it if anyone tries to make this situation unfit for words. I'm good with the, uh, the words, and I'd prefer to use them to my fire-breathing fists. So, let's talk things over and f-f-f-igure out how things is gonna work from heres. Ah, fuck, I'm so hammered."

 

[coolpool2]

In the barren void an average size fighter ship comes out of hyperspace. The blue and grey vessel appears very sturdy but bears many marks from previous battles. The ship specializes in speed and laser/energy weaponry. It was originally a prototype fighter that specialized in ramming opponents, however this tactic was rarely used due to the danger it posed.

On the bridge of The Herald of Spring a man in a long coat sips from his wine glass and stares at the colossal vessel before him. After many fruitless searches, the cookie is finally within his grasp. A small grin begins to form on the face of Captain David S. R. as he surveys the area. The man thinks about a plan to claim the cookie. It would be misfortunate to make it this far only to fall in the cold void of space.

~-~--~--~-~​

I had heard reports that their Ragnaroks were enormous, but I didn’t think it would be this big. The cookie could be anywhere on there. The daunting size does not worry me, this is hardly the most challenging situation we’ve been in. I put down my glass and turn to the rest of the crew in the bridge. “What a lovely day for a glass of wine, what’s our status?”

My first mate quickly checks the screens around her. “The Herald’s system are in top condition captain. The scans are detecting two wait no three other ships besides the Ragnarok. I’ve also received word that Albion has finished repairing the super weapon. Maybe we’ll be able to pull off something flashy eh?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now. If the reports are true then that ship holds the cookie we have been searching for. We don't know if our secret weapon could damage the cookie or worse.” I look out of the window into the distance dramatically for emphasis.

“Um Captain, I’m detecting chatter on the channels, should I patch you in?” My communications officer interrupts my dramatic staring.

“Damn it Maribel what did I say about interrupting my moments.”

“Sorry captain, I just thought this was, you know, important.” Maribel awkwardly looks at me. She is one of the best communication specialists I know, but still very inexperienced.

“Well since you’re our newest crew member I’ll let you off the hook. Let this be a lesson, a good captain must always keep an air of authority around him. Besides, I could never stay mad at a beautiful lady such as yourself.” While bow towards my communications expert I can feel the stares of my first mate and helmsman. I ignore their glares of disapproval. “I would like to announce our presence, open the channels.”

I walk towards the communications station on the bridge but my navigator stops me. “Permission to speak freely captain?” He is a trustworthy man, but needs to learn to not be so serious all the time. Still I know what he wants to say in a situation like this.

“Permission denied, I know what you’re thinking Nekrow. If he can, a true captain should always address possible enemies or allies. We are not pirates who sneak and attack without a word. We must always issue a challenge like true gentlemen.” Nekrow sighs then goes to look over some charts with the helmsman.

Maribel’s fingers fly around the keyboard as she sets up the channel. Although it is important to be open, one must keep their ship secure from hacking. “Alright Cap, patching you in 3… 2…”

I’ve always held first impressions in high regard. A real man must strive make a memorable entrance. I strike a pose even though I know they cannot see me. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, I am Captain Reaver. Captain of the Herald of Spring. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Our mission is to claim the cookie in the name of the White Jade Federation. Now who do I have the pleasure of addressing?”

(Sorry if people have trouble keeping up with my characters. I’m not going to introduce them all at once as that would be way too hard to follow. As a warning my main one is going to get pretty nonsensical. He was inspired by a lot of different characters, but I don’t think anyone here would know the one he is based off/referencing the most.)

 

[Tirin]

Within moments of the fourth's arrival, a fifth ship stealthily slipped out of hyperspace, protected from the scrutiny of the others by an incredibly advanced cloaking and shielding system. The craft itself would have been (were it visible) a sheer, unmarked black, all but invisible in the depths of space, and was not only sleek and elegant (all the better to present a small target), but quite well-armed for its size. Of course, said size could not compare to the ships nearby; while a prototype of incalculable expense, it simply would not hold for long in a fight - nor was it designed to.

Thankfully, its pilot was more than experienced enough to realize as such, and so slowly landed on the carcass of the Ragnarok, scanning it and the swarm of ships accompanying it, as well as listening in on the various communications chatter. He immediately set to work preparing to breach the hull of the Fusemanian behemoth, an endeavor that would take several minutes, a great deal of care, and still more sophisticated technology, while continuing to keep an ear out for any developments the other ships made.

 

[Firedemon]

((So, the ships emerging in this post belong to an empire known as The First Caste. They're a race of completely non-magical, demon-like creatures that are known for their work in biological engineering. Their society is based in castes, with the First Caste being, as the name implies, the original caste. The First Caste created several other genetically and biologically distinct organisms that serve as workers and soldiers and other things. This is all stuff you could conceivably know from prior encounters with them or from stories your characters have heard.))

"Oh, you know, not much."

Kahnom continues furiously pressing buttons.

"Just subverting First Caste operations and hijacking ships and whatnot. Nothing new..."

At that moment Captain Regis emerges and goes through his drunken monologue. Kahnom is... Not sure.

"Yes, uh, that's very nice. Are you, okay?"

While still trying to figure out what the hell just happened, Kahnom's thoughts are again interrupted by another emerging faction.

"Hello Captain Reaver, my name is not particularly important. You however..."

Kahnom suddenly gets a look of worry on his face and stops mashing buttons.

"Should really power up your weapons."

Kahnom suddenly stops trying to scan Colonel Thunder's ship and immediately cuts off communications so that his ship's position cannot be determined any longer. A moment later, a very large hyperspace window opens and three identical vessels drop out. Each vessel is in the same style as Kahnom's, very organic and biological in nature, though much larger, roughly the size of destroyers. Huge tendrils reach out from the ships, with a faint blue glow at their tips. One ship immediately starts to break off towards the Ragnarok. The blue glow of the tendrils on the other two ships suddenly increases dramatically in intensity, then huge balls of blue plasma begin firing out of them towards the Herald, Captain Regis' ship, and the Orange Lightning ((I assume you're reusing that name, TeeSee)).

((Oh and the First Caste aren't at all friendly. Yeah. TeeSee knew that was coming probably maybe. And he didn't even warn you.))

 

[Colonel Thunder]

"Evasive maneuvers, Radar!" says Thunder. "Great. We find the Cookie, and within five minutes every political faction in the galaxy and a group of pirates show up."

"It is rather absurd sir," says Radar.

"What's next?" says Thunder. "Stealth ships we can't detect? Bounty hunters?"

"Oh I hate bounty hunters," says Radar.

"Okay look," says Thunder to Regis and Reaver. "I don't know who you are and I don't really care. You see those weird-ass ships firing at us? They're the bad guys. And unless we team up to take them down, no one here's gonna live unless you either start running or start fighting."

"We're teaming up with these unknown factions?" asks Radar.

"Uh, kinda," says Thunder. "I'm thinking while they're all busy fighting the First Caste, we fly by the Ragnorak and see if we can find a path to the cookie."

 

[Zapy97]

The Grand Fleet of the LSG Empire warp in at that very moment. Their Flagship the glorious Dreadnought named the Imperialist's Dream with Alladon the Great Conqueror of NOD, KRS, UMF and The UDC at the helm. He yells over a broadcast, "to arms boys, to arms for the glorious conquest of the cookie. For the LSG Empire, for the all of its imperialist citizens!" The Imperial ships begin to target the closest ships to them which seem to belong to the First Caste. The main cannons of the Imperialist's Dream are loaded with their signature APCRNC (Armor Piercing Composite Rigid Nuclear Charge) Rounds. The crews elite from the many wars which the previously mentioned factions started foolishly in an attempt to destroy the LSG Tradition.
(The term Imperialist is not a mistake, it comes from the name of the political party which is currently in power within the empire, called the Imperialist party. This being from a role play based on space engineers done in the steam forum, now almost 5,750 posts strong. Although Alladon is actually dead to old age in the role-play, although yes he did conquer all of those factions.)

 

[Null Hypothesis]

Yet another ship enters realspace in proximity to the Ragnarok.

The angular matte black corvette sits in space momentarily before disappearing from sight.

"What's our status, Alex?" Asks the man at the helm.

A blue avatar of a female in roman armor appears before him, "We have arrived at the coordinates, but it appears we weren't the first to arrive, Canderous. The Binary Sunset's stealth systems are functional, but there is we have way of cloaking a ship of this size exciting hyperspace, the energy signature is just too large. The other vessels are currently engaged in combat, however."

Canderous leans forward examining the displays, "We may have gotten lucky, as long as they didn't have their sensors pointed at our exit vector they probably didn't see us."

Canderous turns, the excited breathing in the co-pilots chair next to him finally catching his attention. Starring back is a wide eyed pug with lung sticking slightly out of the corner of his mouth. Every inhale and exhale audible though his shortened and wrinkled nose. "What do you think, Magnus, you think they spot us?" asked Canderous while scratching the pugs wrinkly head.

Magnus cocks his head to one side and wags his tail.

Canderous turns back to the holographic projection. "lets assume they are to busy to bother with us and proceed to the the other side of Ragnarok and begin boarding procedures."

"Understood, but what if they did spot us?" Alex responds.

"Do not prim our weapons unless they act to intercept us, we don't want their sensors to pick up our weapon signatures," says Canderous.

Canderous stands, turns and begins striding towards the rear of the bridge. Magnus excitedly plops out of the co-pilots chair and follows tail wagging, his little legs struggling to keep pace with his friend's much longer strides. A holographic display of the battle breaks off of the main control cluster and keeps pace with Canderous as he leave the room. "I'll keep you informed of the battles progress," reply's Alex and her hologram winks out.

Canderous walks down the length of the ship otherwise empty besides himself and Magnus. Normally a ship the size of Binary Sunset would require a crew of at leas 30 people to operate all the systems, but with the addition of the on-board AI, Alexandria, Canderous is able to let her operate the ship and himself to keep all the profits.

 

[Firedemon]

((By the way, Zapy is doing something much more in line with these RPs historically by having an entire empire at his disposal))

A one way broadcast fires out from one of the First Caste ships, picked up on all frequencies.

"As the primary military might of the Coalition in the Great Siege of Fusemania, this Ragnarok is hereby claimed by the First Caste Empire as a rightful spoil of war, as is its contents. You will leave immediately if you do not wish to be destroyed."

((No, this is not some established fact that the First Caste did all the heavy lifting. They basically just claimed their penis was bigger, feel free to be like "NO MY DICK IS BIGGEST" if you wish. Also, waiting on more than TC to react to the attack before they do anything of substance))

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((I swear, if one of your characters blurts out "NO MY DICK IS BIGGEST"...))

 

[Deleted member 13]

((How acceptable are transporters? I mean, could someone theoretically just lock on to the Ragnarok's coordinates and "beam" aboard? Totally hypothetical, of course.))

The pirate ship mainly avoids the blue goo or whatever was fired at them by the First Caste dickheads, though a small portion of it hits and slightly weakens the shields. Then all of the new communications and information pours in as ships gather around and prepare for war like one massive hodgepodge of pure, unadulterated insanity.

"Captain, what's our course of action?" The true and loyal First Mate Redtooth asks Regis.

The Captain, staring intently at the monitor from his golden throne/captain's chair, ponders for several moments quite ponderously. He gives a resigned sight as he rubs his forehead.

"Just let the record show that I wanted to settle this calm and diplomatic-like. Fire the cannonballs!"

Three giant metallic spheres are launched from the pirate ship toward the First Caste ships, each possessing the power of a small nuclear warhead.

 

[Firedemon]

((I think it should generally be assumed you can't just beam The Cookie, and in this case based on the absurdly advanced nature of Fusemania, you really shouldn't be able to directly beam aboard the Ragnarok unless there's like, a gaping hole in the hull. This is pretty much the only time you will encounter Fusemania though unless you want to be crazy. Also, uh, I'm super tired and will actually post tomorrow.))

 

[coolpool2]

((I accidentally said that my ship was a fighter. It’s about twenty or so times as large as a fighter however big those are (you aren’t giving a good sense of scale here). Sorry if I went overboard with this post. If you want me to make smaller ones in the future or have problems with my ship simply say so, but Zapy has a whole fleet armed with nuclear weaponry so I think this is fine. A lot of this post is just explaining my weapons system.))

“My apologies friend, but I know that we are all after the same thing. I cannot ally with you, for then I would have to betray you. Still, I wish you the best of luck.”

After I make my broadcast three more ships appear. How rude of them to interrupt our pleasantries. At the sight of their hostile tendrils the channels are closed and the crew begins to tense. The tendrils begin to shoot their blue plasma balls at my ship. “Shinki, evasive maneuvers.”

The silver haired helmsman stands at the helm and hastily steers the ship out of the way. It reminds me a bit of my old days when I manned the helm myself. Maybe I should ram one of these ships for old times’ sake. The indicator at my station lights up as a press a button, confirming I am broadcasting to the crew. “Attention, we have been engaged by the enemy. All hands to your battle stations. I repeat, all hands to stations.”

“David you already told us to go to our stations five minutes ago remember? You said that we should be prepared in case of a hostile force after leaving hyperspace.” Nekrow deadpans to me besides Shinki.

“Oh” I cough and try to play it off, “Of course I did, and I completely trust that the crew was already prepared for this battle. Speaking of which, Nekrow, Parisoul. Get down to the weapons bay and power up your favourite laser. I have a feeling we might need some extra firepower to breach the Ragnarok.”

At this Parisoul lights up, she always seems to enjoy shooting laser a bit too much. We might need to have a talk about this later. “Aye aye Captain! Come on Nekrow let’s show them what our creation can do.” The dark haired girl rushes out of the bridge with her friend silently behind her.

Various pinging noises come from my left as I count the number of visible ships. “Sir, I’m getting readings of more ships. There’s so many, are you sure we can take them?” Maribel seems shaken as she reads the reports.

I simply laugh as I look through the screens at my desk displaying information from all over the ship. “There’s many visible vessels, even more if you count cloaked ones. Cloaking is fairly common in ships these days, but it doesn’t matter how many ships there are. Let this be a lesson, no matter how fired up or panicked you are, a captain must always keep a cool head. It’s the captain’s job to keep track of everything around them, and relay it to their crew so they don’t have to. So just trust me, it doesn’t matter how many enemies we face. With these hands of mine I’ll find a way to seize victory.”

My helmsman seems to get a chuckle out of it too as she steers the ship away from the plasma. “My, you never seem to change Captain.” Not soon after a broadcast comes from the recently arrived fleet. In a way the speaker almost reminds me of my former days. Hard to believe it was only three years ago I was promoted to captain. Back then I was a chauvinistic and foolhardy man. Although I suppose I still very much am. My patriotism just fell a little after we were exiled from the Federation.

Now’s not the time to reminisce over happier times. The fleet could be just the distraction we need to get to the cookie. I open a line to engineering. “Damage report.”

A familiar female voice comes on over the speaker. “Vessel functions are working at optimal capacity. No hull damage has been sustained. Shield was grazed by a plasma based attack, however the damage was minimal and it is estimated to recover within the minute.”

“Thank you Albion, please report back if there are any major changes.” I turn off the intercom. “Set us towards the Ragnarok.” I peer out of the window and to the monitors. A speedy vessel, a pirate ship, first caste, an imperial fleet and who knows what else. “This party’s getting crazy, and I’m ready to crash it.”

~-~--~--~-~​

I drowsily rouse being shaken awake by two gunners. “Charlotte we’re under attack, we need your help!” A young man I recognize looks at me with panic. A light-blue haired lady to his left impatiently looks at me.

She taps her foot with her arms across her chest. “We’ve been trying to wake you up for five minutes. I can’t understand why he made you the head gunner and not me.” The short gunner walks off to her station.

I release a long yawn and straighten out my scarf. What’s the point of having cloaking technology when we never use it? No matter, there’s work to be done. All of our weaponry is energy based except for a couple of ballistic ones we keep in case of emergencies. Energy based weaponry is the pride of the White Jade Federation. Whether it’s for putting on a firework display or blasting a ship to bite sized bits. I lethargically get off of the couch and stumble towards the control center. I power on the usual settings and the area around the weapons bay hums to life. Normally this amount of advanced weaponry would require ten to twenty people. Thanks to our friends down in engineering a majority of them can be automated. However the most powerful ones require manual operation.

The standard automated barrage and curtain fire cannons specialize in firing massive amounts of colourful energy blasts in widespread, hard to dodge patterns. A single cannon can fire hundreds of bullets within a second. The only drawback to this is that on average a single curtain fire bullet is slightly less powerful than standard weaponry, but the sheer amount of them more than makes up for it.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I walk towards the Hail Storm Mk II. One of our best cannons, to dodge it would be as hard as dodging the rain. I run a system test when I am interrupted by someone running into the weapons bay. The first mate and skips into the bay towards a large machine with the navigator behind her. The two of them are laser specialists. Lasers differ from energy bullets in the sense that they are highly precise and concentrated beams, and unlike bullets they take longer to charge. In a sense they are the ship’s sniper weaponry.

The co-creator of the machine pouts towards me. “Jeez Char, I told you to power up the S.S. before a battle. It’s going to take at least five or ten minutes for it charge up now.” She fiddles with the settings of the large machine with the navigator. Rainbow coloured lights and indicators begin to pop up all around it.

I look at the aim assist monitors and identify the organic destroyers as our primary target. “My apologies, I fell asleep. Use one of the other lasers while you wait for orders. Captain doesn’t want you firing it off right away after the last time you used it on maximum settings. We will likely need it to breach a hole in the Ragnarok.” Blue oval bullets start to rain from my cannon in a swirling pattern and a smile sneaks its way onto my face. “I love the sight of bullets in the morning.”

~-~--~--~-~​

A rainstorm of colourful energy based bullets and lasers shoots forth from the cannons of the Hearld of Spring. The vessel flies towards the Ragnarok on the opposite side of the fleet and first caste.

 

[Zapy97]

(Oh yeah one thing I forgot to mention about the Imperialist's Dream is that it is big, being a super space dreadnought it is around about the size of a super star destroyer, only a bit bigger. There are six of that classification of ship in total. Although none of the Imperialist ships have force fields because it was decided early on that the RP wouldn't include them in the steam forums. Have fun when I call in for reinforcements. Also if this is in the Milky way galaxy then the LSG Empire has a very unfair advantage being that they own about half the galaxy.)

Alladon paces the bridge of Imperialist's Dream and says, "We need more fire power, get on the line and tell the Emperor that Supreme Commander Alladon requests the reinforcements from the entire empire."

The Comms officer asks, "Does that mean the militia fleets as well sir?"

Alladon replies, "Sure why not, the entire empire being brought to bear upon these savages would suit me finely."

The Comms officer speaks into Intstant communications line, "This is the Imperialist's Dream calling to the Emperor that supreme commander Alladon is calling in Plan Alpha Omega. Emperor please confirm Authority to do this."

A Clear voice replies a few seconds later, "Permission granted, give them hell."

Alladon calls all the imperialist fleets across their home galaxy, "This message goes to all of our patriots in waiting to once more bathe their bayonets in the blood of the enemy. Plan Alpha Omega is a go on Coordinates, Cookie Delta."

Once hearing this the ships all across the empire prepare to leave for the battle zone of the cookie. The Ships already their concentrate their firepower on the ships directly between them and the cookie. Millions of imperialist Marines are loaded onto boarding ships in their power armor with their guns are prepared to be shipped out to the front lines. The Empire once more goes to glorious warfare, in the name of a cookie.

 

[Colonel Thunder]

"Alright Radar," says Thunder. "Thing are getting pretty complicated, and there's a lot of ships here bigger than we are."

"Yeah," says Radar. "Those are really big posts, our scanners are having trouble just trying to register them all at once."

"The what?" says Thunder.

"The posts, sir." says Radar. "It's uh, it's a layman's term for the measurements of a ship, used to classify size."

"Well I'll just skim the data," says Thunder. "I'll probably read all the important parts by skimming. Anyways, fly us into one of the Ragnorak's exhaust ports."

"That's suicide," says Radar.

"What else we gonna do, go home?" says Thunder. "Radar, that Ragnorak is dead in the water, there's no exhaust coming out. And our ship might actually be the smallest here, there's a good chance we can fit through the exhaust port and appear uh, somewhere inside the interior."

"We'd only be able to scan as we fly through it," says Radar. "If it's too tight halfway through we'll just get stuck. Or blowup."

"That probably won't happen," says Thunder. "Whoever's flying this thing, get us in one of those exhaust ports. And uh, do some spinning or something. I don't like these new ships and all their fancy weaponry."

Thunder's ship, the "Orange Lightning" does some spins to avoid enemy fire as it begins closing in on one of the Ragnorak's exhaust ports.