I'm going to start up the interactive storyline. Calling it "Tachyon: The Mineral War." I want a list of squadrons and groups that would like to be involved in this story (I just included BC in this teaser story... they may or may not join). Any group, from IK to MyK Lance to ~hive~ can sign up. Groups will be given starting sectors and bases, along with money and resources. I will figure out (with the help of others, hint hint) prices for transports and capital ships, and the prices for fighters will be according to the prices in single player.
Any group can be affiliated with Galspan or Bora, but then they will be given fixed ammounts of ships and salaries, and I will give them missions to perform instead of allowing them to do everything by themselves (the missions will be vague and will allow a lot of leaway, but they will still have purpose).
The story will be located in the Tachyon Database Warstories section... just for those who want to play. Sign up by reply to the post located in the Warstories section.
Http://pub17.ezboard.com/fthefringewarstories
Tachyon: The Mineral War, Banzai Lemming
Chapter 1
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***Five years before Jake Logan was sentanced to the Fringe***
Decompression alarms were going off for the third time in five minutes.
"Engineering, seal off the reactor room NOW!"
"But sir, there's still people in there!"
"Lieutenant, seal off that room before we all lose our air!"
"Yes sir..."
This battle was not going well. Out of the nine galspan capital ships and the seventy-two fighters involved in the third invasion of Bora space, only four warships remain and a measly thirty-three fighters are capable of flying. It seems like the Bora were ready for the invasion. It was almost as though they knew precisely where and when the galspan forces were going to arrive.
Captain Forge Vox looked around the deck. His first mate was dead, and the weapons officer was seriously wounded. One of the two helmsmen was dead, as well as the communications officer. All this, from the result of four remote sappers positioned two decks above the bridge. Forge was lucky. He escaped with only a slight laceration on his right forearm and a hydrolic leak from his robotic right leg.
The Captain attempted to look at the damage report through the flashing red lights. Slowly, being given minimal lighting once every five seconds, Forge was able to determine the latest damage report. One of two propulsion powerplants was destroyed, as well as the shield generator powerplant. This was not looking good. In addition to two powerplants destroyed, there were hull breaches on thirteen of the twenty decks of the Galspan Destroyer Virpent. Hull status was estimated at eighteen percent and falling with every sapper detonation.
And now, with his ship's TCG reactor room decompressionized, there would be no way to determine the condition of the ripstar core.
A voice sounded through the alarms. "Sir, radar detects three claymores vectoring in this direction. Location is thirty degrees by ten degrees."
Forge looked through the deck, and could see the three claymores with his unaided eyes. They must only be a kilometer away, Forge thought. "Fire all fore and starboard lasers in their direction."
"Engineering, sir. We just lost our weapons powerplant!"
Forge cursed. "Evasive maneuvers! Head towards the nearest jump gate!"
"SIR! The claymores are firing plasma rockets!"
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
***Meanwhile, in the Twilight Region***
"Come on, Drizzt, I don't like this. You know the Twilight Region always gave me the chills."
"Suck it up, Frogman. We were given orders to patrol this sector, and that's what we're doing."
Frogman noticed something on his radar. Bringing his cutlass into a half-spin, he brought his railgun into aim of the object. "Hey, sir, I got something. Looks like a fighter drifting in space. Maybe it's a trap."
"Well, Frog, let's find out, shall we?"
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