RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Assault on the Gatehouse

Mk.9 exited the Space Eagle and started showing off, blasting the gatehouse's sentry guns.
"Get in!" he yelled excitedly as the first turret exploded, then did a loop-de-loop and took out the second, third and fourth.
He then turned his back to the fifth, and bent forward shooting the turret from between his legs.
"Beat that, Harris!!" he yelled "Should be clear for you to board now...."
"What's that now?" Chris asked, oblivious, as he Eagle flew past Mk.9, away from the Gatehouse.
"Wait....where are you going?" Mk.9 squeaked "The station's over there!!" 
"Not for much longer it's not...."
Mk.9 turned, and saw a series of explosions burst along the lower hull.
"You went and blew the reactor already didn't ya....." 
"Kinda.... " 
"Wern't you meant to wait til we were all at a safe distance to detonate the remote charge?"
"I figured you could handle it!"
Mk.9's thruster flamed into life, at it's highest setting, which only resulted in the skutter to slowwwwllllllllyyyy chug away from the explosion.
He glanced over his shoulder, as the station burst into a white-hot fireball, sending debrid his way, along with a flaming inferno.
He grabbed a large slab of hull that had broken off, and climbed atop it as the shockwave hit, and used it to surf his way to safety, riding the blast as though it were a 15 foot wave. 
"Waaahoooooo!" he yelled "ESPN, here I come, new world Extreme space surfing champion Mk. niii...." Mk.9 was interuppted by colliding headling into the side of Efof and Fferna's Space Eagle. 
"Ouch,...." he shook his head, something rattled inside his cranial structure..he shrugged and clambered in through the airlock.
"'Sup homies!" he said excitedly as he re-entered the cabin. Efof was clapping excitedly, Fferna said nothing, but sat at the controls, smirking.
"Nice work guys" came Jay's voice over the comm. "Fferna...we need the coordinates for your homeworld, I want to pay your people a visit.."
Efof clapped even more excitedly, and hugged Mk.9 tightly, who sent an electrical pulse through his outer casing, shocking Efof into dropping him. 
"I'm sure the president will be very pleased to meet our new....allies" Fferna replied to Jay. "Coming aboard..."
 
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-----Original Message-----From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of scutter_2Sent: 20 December 2006 03:03To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Assault on the Gatehouse

This is a JP between myself and Chris HarrisWho: Mk.9, Chris, Efof, Fferna, and everyone else in the fightWhere: SpaceWhen: Just after the Space Eagle squadrons were dispatchedFour heavy guns appeared at each corner of the Halkon Gatehouse.Simultaneously, Chris' Space Eagle completed a 360 degree spin,leaving formation as it did so. "OK people, break formation. They're bringing their guns out, so makeyour ship as hard to hit as possible. Oh, and Efof, get that FfofianFlag off the bloody windshield. Firstly I'm not entirely sure how youcan see through it and secondly, they are the Halkon's arch enemies,we don't want them more pissed off than necessary, understood?" SaidChris, enforcing his authority.Mk.9 looked over and pushed Efof off of the dashboard, causing him tocollapse in a heap with the flag over his head. "Gee, you two areobviously the very cream of your ship's fighter squadron." saidFferna, somewhat concerned."Hey, we've gotten by just fine in the past." said Mk.9. Efof openedhis mouth to speak, but was mostly afraid of ruining his chances withFferna. "Look, we need to destroy the shield generator.""Ok Fferna, how do you suggest we do that?" asked Mk.9 "That's wherethe shield is coming out from!"Chris, having heard all this over the radio, was beginning to getslightly irritated at the prospect of this having not been properlyexplained. "Never fear lads, I'm sure there's a weakness theresomewhere!" said Chris, however, at the very moment he said this,twenty Halkon fighters flew out of some unfound hangar bay. "I spoke too soon" he admitted gloomily. "Ok, lets see if we can't punch a hole in the shield itself throughoverpowering it. Mk.9, lock onto the co-ordinates I'm sending you now"he barked into the Radio, his fingers whizzing over the keypad to sendthe co-ordinates. The ship thudded violently as Chris focused hisattention back on piloting. "KETO!" shouted Chris into the mid-section of the ship."WHAT!?" screamed a seemingly miffed Keto. "There I was minding my ownbusiness and you scream my name like I've blown up the ship!" "Shut up, be a darling, and check the damage control machine for me"said Chris in an assertive way. Keto wasn't one to jump to orders,least of all from those not ranked above him, albeit not below him, inthis instance, but did so in this case with minimal fuss as it soundedimportant. "Everything's just peachy" said Keto with a sarcastic grin. "Don't BS me. I'm not in the mood to deal with you, while I'm havingto dodge thousands of laser cannon fire rounds every minute""We're in trouble."Meanwhile, Mk.9 was busy shooting randomly at the shield. "Ooh, shoot over there! Quickly! A little to the left!" Mk.9 sighed "THIS is why I don't like having women in the same fighter.""What are you talking about?" asked Fferna puzzled "That's Efof"Mk.9 took his eyes off of the scene before him and turned to see Efofhovering over his shoulder. "...I apologise.""No sweat. I think if we weaken the shields enough, we can breakthrough and attack it from the inside." Fferna said, pointing out theglowing bulge in the side of the station the shield was emanating from.Mk.9 turned on the radio. "Chris, you intact enough to give us a handover here?""Give me a second, mate" he said into the radio "Define 'in trouble', Keto." Keto passed Chris a small strip of paper detailing the damage report. "Shit shit shit! They've hit out wing. We're OK for now, but anotherhit there could take out half our engines and half our firepower.That'll make a fairly nasty bang methinks. Wake Callum up, and get himon it, pronto!" said Chris in an important undertone, but seeing thelook on Keto's face, chose to do it himself. "CALLUM, Engines 4-6 are in need of some of your magic. They're abreach there though, so be careful.""Onto it" replied Callum reluctantly."We're in shape, Mk.9, but the shield doesn't seem to be yielding yet.Try laser pattern nine delta seven, focusing on the edge of the shield"."What does nine delta seven mean?" asked Keto."It's a bucket and spade" said Chris enthusiastically, with a thumbs up.Mk.9 acknowledged the transmission and went about firing on the shieldas designated. After a while it was starting to get to that pointhalfway between gummy and brittle, and they took their chances. "Hold on everyone." Mk.9 called back to his Ffionian pasengers. Ffernaclung onto a railing on the side of the cockpit. Efof clung onto herlike a small child. f course in, his mind he was being manly andholding her in his four big strong arms, but for the moment he wouldhave to keep on dreaming. The Space Eagle smashed through the shield, which soon sealed upbehind them. Mk.9 peered up and out at the rest of the fight and sawthings weren't going terribly well for them."Ok, this should be over soon." said Mk.9, as he locked all weaponsonto the generator and pulled the trigger.Nothing happened.Peering out at the wingtips, he saw most of the supply lines to theweapons had been damaged beyond repair when they broke through the shield."Oh gee, bloody brilliant!" said Fferna, trying to pry off thestil-clinging Efof."Fferna, I keep a ball-gag back there for him if you are so inclined.Of course, you're more than welcome to use it yourself."Once again Mk.9 turned to the radio for any advice.Chris fired at the point through which Mk.9's space eagle had passeduntil the breach opened again, to the extent that their space eaglecould fit through with out being damaged. They flew through in stylebefore Chris returned to being serious."Mk.9, they still have some smaller guns in here. As you obviouslyaren't going to be any help in destroying the shield generator, I'llneed you to create a diversion. Keep them off my back. Please." heinstructed. "Ok, to the rest of the fleet. Dispatch all remaining enemy vesselsand re-open the breach in the shields on my co-ordinates. Follow andhelp to destroy the generator. Then we can fly in and land the ships,and deal with the main job. Harris out" he added, switching off the radio.Mk.9 turned off the radio. He didn't much like the idea of running adistraction, but was willing to do his part. "Ok, Efof, take thecontrols. The least I can do is go outside and shoot out these gunsmyself." said Mk.9 charging up his arm cannon."Please let me do it. Please. I want to live." begged Fferna."Ok, fine. Just don't adjust the seat. It's just how I like it."Mk.9 exited the airlock and marked the station's turrets on his HUD.After taking out a few of them, he noticed several dozen space eaglesbreaking through the weakness in the shield and forming up with Chris.<tag>