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Chapter Three: Heavy Metal
Crazy Ivan: “Welcome to chapter three of my this piece of work I call a fan fiction.”
Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov: “Sir, the Armada Command Ship is ready for deployment.”
Crazy Ivan: “Good, good, stand by for my command.”
GAAAR: “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean the project isn’t even 25% complete yet.”
Crazy Ivan: “The God Of War story will be months, possibly years way from completion, I want to give people something to look forward to, and what better way then showing them the main vessel of the story in action?”
GAAAR: “Very well, we are standing by.”
Crazy Ivan: “Alright then, without any further ado, chapter three.”
Vladranov: “Roll it.”
Initiating Transmission Broadcast
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There was pure darkness, only the hum of electronics running broke the silence. A male voice ordered flatly, “Engage hyper warp drive.” And then there was nothing.
In the cold blackness of a deserted sector of the Lylat System, there was a temporal disturbance emerging from the far reaches of the universe. A bluish swirling vortex of energy erupted out of no where.
There was a sudden lurch as the Blue Typhoon emerged from the worm hole, sending Tails smack against the control console. “Owe, mother fucker,” muttered Tails as he rubbed his head.
The rest of the crew pulled themselves to their feet, wary of another shock.
“What’s going on?” asked Sonic as he walked over to Tails and held onto the back of the chair.
Recovering from the head bang, Tails slowly began to run system scans. Studying the multiple screens for a minute, he came to a grim conclusion. “Well, we’re boned,” he declared with a sigh.
The others looked at him blankly, confused as to what he meant.
“Our life support is nearing critical, and we have several structural breeches,” Tails explained before they could ask any questions.
Vector ran by while shouting, “We’re all gonna die!”
Knuckles furrowed his brow and outstretched his right arm, close lining the crocodile. “Don’t you ever shut up?” asked the echidna.
Tail’s ears went flat as he scanned the area around them. “Shit,” he muttered, the RADAR detected hundreds of contacts, and a cluster of small contacts, likely missiles, were baring down on them at that very moment.
All throughout the Lylat System, hundreds of ships zipped around in a full scale space battle. About seventy ships of the Lylat Federation were there, defending against an unknown hostile fleet.
The enemy ships were small, green, and completely curvilinear. Fast and nimble, they had no problem darting around the larger, more cumbersome Federation vessels.
General Pepper’s flagship, the battleship Victory, was at the heart of the battle, and despite its high endurance, was taking quite a beating.
General Pepper stood in front of his captain’s chair, barking orders to the various officers around him.
A wing of green fighters closed in on the Victory, all five star craft armed with photon torpedoes. In her current condition, the Victory would not be able to withstand such a bombardment, the attack would leave her critically damaged, or even worse, completely destroyed. The fighters launched their weapons simultaneously.
The torpedoes bared down on the capital ship, but before the could impact her, there was a searing burst of light as a beam cannon shot past. The torpedoes were instantly destroyed, the flight leader couldn’t pull up in time, passing through the beam and bursting into flames. The other four fighters immediately broke off and pulled away, barely avoiding the beam.
The Great Fox passes by, launching two Arwings from her underside hangar bay.
Fox and Falco flew in tandem, performing a fly by past the Victory’s command bridge.
“Don’t worry sir, we’ve got your back,” Fox declared over the COM line.
As the wave of missiles bared down on the Blue Typhoon, something enormous suddenly began to emerge from slip space rupture, cutting them off. The sheer magnitude of the vessel was staggering, it was so large, it couldn’t even be registered on a single RADAR screen. Compared to the next biggest ship there, the Victory, would be like comparing a garden fence to the Great Wall of China. The octagonal prism shaped vessel was nearly as long as the continent of Eurasia, there were two massive hangar bays on the port and starboard side. Each bay stocked dreadnoughts as if they were fighters. The entire surface was covered in vast arrays of every type of weapon imaginable, guns, beams, and missiles. On the top was a massive turret complex roughly the size of Texas, mounted on it were four obscenely large cannons, each barrel several times the dimensions of a Nimitz class aircraft carrier. On both sides of the bow, a huge emblem shown brightly, the image of a double golden eagle was displayed over a red star. The symbol was unmistakable, the flag of the Galactic Soviet Empire. The missiles exploded harmlessly against the hull of the ship, not even leaving a smudge.
On the command bridge, a man sat in the captain’s chair. He was fairly tall, well built with defined muscles, his face looked as if it had been chiseled out of stone. He wore a white uniform with red cuffs. The chest was pinned with many medals and awards. On each shoulder, a golden eagle with wings spread was attached with pride, the ultimate rank, a Grand Armada Admiral.
Sitting at the front left console was a blonde, fair skinned female officer. She turned her head swiftly, causing her long hair to swirl around behind her like an elegant cape. “Sir, area scans indicate seventy Lylat Federation vessels, two hundred Torian Confederation vessels, and fifteen non combatant vessels in the immediate vicinity,” she explained to the Admiral.
The man stood up, analyzing the situation.
The battle around the ship seemed to stop, every member of every crew awed by the massive vessel that had just appeared, leaving many questions on their minds, “Who are they, why are they here, what do they plan to do, and what should we do?” There was suddenly a voice on all communications channels, giving the answer to them.
“This is Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov of the Galactic Soviet Empire Armada Command ship ISS-001 Warlord. Attention all Torian Confederation vessels, by conducting offensive operations in this sector, you are in direct violation of terms established during the 2193 Territorial Combat Convention. If you do not immediately vacant this sector, you will be declaring war via article twelve section three of the 2184 Combat Protocol Agreement,” declared the man as he stood in the center of the bridge, his was expression adamant.
On board the largest Torian vessel, being a mere spec of the Warlord’s size, the officer in command gave his response. A green skinned bipedal alien with a rounded pyramid like head appeared on the A/V communication screen. “I am Captain Kieran of the Torian Confederation battleship Solaris, we acknowledge your statement and will withdraw at once. We ask forgiveness for our improper actions,” the captain responded, bowing forward in apology. The view screen shut off, and the Torian vessels began to turn around.
“Sir, they are powering weapons,” declared and officer to the right of the Admiral after examining a screen in front of him.
All at once, the Torian fleet turned rapidly and simultaneously discharged every weapon they had, sending a wave of firepower at the massive ship.
The combined attack slammed into the starboard side of the Warlord. There wasn’t even a scratch, they volley of fire fizzled out harmlessly against the vessels armor.
“No second chances, prepare to fire the RTS-680, mode three, charge to forty percent,” sternly ordered the Admiral, his lips curled in a frown of disgust.
At the top of the ship, the enormous turret complex came to bear on the Torian fleet, a series of lights along each barrel began to flash yellow, orange, and red in sequence.
“Lock onto all hostile vessels, let’s make sure they stick around for the light show,” ordered the Admiral, his frown curving into a wry smile.
A section of small projection points began to emit a steady gravity pulse, holding the Torian vessels in place.
The lights on the barrels stopped the yellow, orange, and red flashing sequence, and instead began to flash red off and on.
“RTS-680 is charged to forty percent in mode three, awaiting your order sir,” declared a male officer seated to a console along the left side of the bridge.
“Sir, we’re being hailed by the Solaris,” explained the blonde officer to the Admiral.
“On screen,” the man ordered flatly.
The view screen turned on, showing the captain of the Solaris. The being’s eyes were sunken with fear, sweat rolling down his face. “We didn’t mean anything, we swear it, please, we beg of you, don’t kill us,” pleaded the captain.
Admiral Romanov stared directly into the Torian Captain’s eyes. With a tone so cold it could freeze the sun he declared, “You’re filthy disgusting race should have been wiped clean of this galaxy long ago. You’ve been given every chance to clean up your act, and every time you throw those chances away. The time has come for you to face the judgment of gods. This ship will be the instrument of your purging!” He slammed his right fist down on a red button, shattering the glass case that protected it from accidental triggering. The entire area around the barrels burst with blinding white light. A tremendous roar sent shock waves in every direction as the intense burning energy enveloped the Torian attack fleet. Their shields were instantly overpowered, and their hulls didn’t stand a chance. In about one nanosecond, more than two hundred ships, and hundreds of lives were simply erased from existence. The light slowly faded into darkness, and silence fell across space once more.
“Channel with the Lylat Federation command ship established sir,” declared the blonde officer.
“This is Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov of the Galactic Soviet Empire Armada Command Ship ISS-001 Warlord. Using our weapon system as we did, drained a lot of power from our reserves, we won’t be able to activate our hyper warp drive for a few days. Sorry we weren’t here sooner, have any of your vessels suffered damage? Our repair bays our open to you in case you need them,” he explained cheerfully.
General Pepper nodded and responded, “Thank you Admiral. On behalf of the Lylat Federation we thank you for all you have done. Had you not arrived when you did, we would likely have had mass casualties. None of our ships are critically damaged, but we have detected an interstellar transport that jumped into the middle of the combat and was severely damaged, perhaps you could tend to them? It is too large for us to tow into a dock and repair.”
The Admiral nodded and responded, “Of course, we’ll get right on it.” Pointing to another officer he ordered, “See that the vessel is brought on board and taken care of.”
After a formal good bye, the Lylat fleet headed home, however, the Great fox stayed behind to serve as an emissary. The Warlord brought both the Great Fox and the Blue Typhoon into on of it’s cavernous hangar bays using a series of recovery tractor beams. The crews were given temporary quarters and hot meals. So ended the Sonic team’s first day in the Lylat system…
Author’s Notes
Crazy Ivan: “Well, that was actually a bit shorter than I originally was going to do, but I ended up deleting a few parts, and split half of it into another chapter, luckily, I’ll go right ahead and upload the next chapter. So until we meet again, Semper phi, carry on…”
Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov: “Sir, the Armada Command Ship is ready for deployment.”
Crazy Ivan: “Good, good, stand by for my command.”
GAAAR: “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean the project isn’t even 25% complete yet.”
Crazy Ivan: “The God Of War story will be months, possibly years way from completion, I want to give people something to look forward to, and what better way then showing them the main vessel of the story in action?”
GAAAR: “Very well, we are standing by.”
Crazy Ivan: “Alright then, without any further ado, chapter three.”
Vladranov: “Roll it.”
Initiating Transmission Broadcast
………………………………......
………………………………......
There was pure darkness, only the hum of electronics running broke the silence. A male voice ordered flatly, “Engage hyper warp drive.” And then there was nothing.
In the cold blackness of a deserted sector of the Lylat System, there was a temporal disturbance emerging from the far reaches of the universe. A bluish swirling vortex of energy erupted out of no where.
There was a sudden lurch as the Blue Typhoon emerged from the worm hole, sending Tails smack against the control console. “Owe, mother fucker,” muttered Tails as he rubbed his head.
The rest of the crew pulled themselves to their feet, wary of another shock.
“What’s going on?” asked Sonic as he walked over to Tails and held onto the back of the chair.
Recovering from the head bang, Tails slowly began to run system scans. Studying the multiple screens for a minute, he came to a grim conclusion. “Well, we’re boned,” he declared with a sigh.
The others looked at him blankly, confused as to what he meant.
“Our life support is nearing critical, and we have several structural breeches,” Tails explained before they could ask any questions.
Vector ran by while shouting, “We’re all gonna die!”
Knuckles furrowed his brow and outstretched his right arm, close lining the crocodile. “Don’t you ever shut up?” asked the echidna.
Tail’s ears went flat as he scanned the area around them. “Shit,” he muttered, the RADAR detected hundreds of contacts, and a cluster of small contacts, likely missiles, were baring down on them at that very moment.
All throughout the Lylat System, hundreds of ships zipped around in a full scale space battle. About seventy ships of the Lylat Federation were there, defending against an unknown hostile fleet.
The enemy ships were small, green, and completely curvilinear. Fast and nimble, they had no problem darting around the larger, more cumbersome Federation vessels.
General Pepper’s flagship, the battleship Victory, was at the heart of the battle, and despite its high endurance, was taking quite a beating.
General Pepper stood in front of his captain’s chair, barking orders to the various officers around him.
A wing of green fighters closed in on the Victory, all five star craft armed with photon torpedoes. In her current condition, the Victory would not be able to withstand such a bombardment, the attack would leave her critically damaged, or even worse, completely destroyed. The fighters launched their weapons simultaneously.
The torpedoes bared down on the capital ship, but before the could impact her, there was a searing burst of light as a beam cannon shot past. The torpedoes were instantly destroyed, the flight leader couldn’t pull up in time, passing through the beam and bursting into flames. The other four fighters immediately broke off and pulled away, barely avoiding the beam.
The Great Fox passes by, launching two Arwings from her underside hangar bay.
Fox and Falco flew in tandem, performing a fly by past the Victory’s command bridge.
“Don’t worry sir, we’ve got your back,” Fox declared over the COM line.
As the wave of missiles bared down on the Blue Typhoon, something enormous suddenly began to emerge from slip space rupture, cutting them off. The sheer magnitude of the vessel was staggering, it was so large, it couldn’t even be registered on a single RADAR screen. Compared to the next biggest ship there, the Victory, would be like comparing a garden fence to the Great Wall of China. The octagonal prism shaped vessel was nearly as long as the continent of Eurasia, there were two massive hangar bays on the port and starboard side. Each bay stocked dreadnoughts as if they were fighters. The entire surface was covered in vast arrays of every type of weapon imaginable, guns, beams, and missiles. On the top was a massive turret complex roughly the size of Texas, mounted on it were four obscenely large cannons, each barrel several times the dimensions of a Nimitz class aircraft carrier. On both sides of the bow, a huge emblem shown brightly, the image of a double golden eagle was displayed over a red star. The symbol was unmistakable, the flag of the Galactic Soviet Empire. The missiles exploded harmlessly against the hull of the ship, not even leaving a smudge.
On the command bridge, a man sat in the captain’s chair. He was fairly tall, well built with defined muscles, his face looked as if it had been chiseled out of stone. He wore a white uniform with red cuffs. The chest was pinned with many medals and awards. On each shoulder, a golden eagle with wings spread was attached with pride, the ultimate rank, a Grand Armada Admiral.
Sitting at the front left console was a blonde, fair skinned female officer. She turned her head swiftly, causing her long hair to swirl around behind her like an elegant cape. “Sir, area scans indicate seventy Lylat Federation vessels, two hundred Torian Confederation vessels, and fifteen non combatant vessels in the immediate vicinity,” she explained to the Admiral.
The man stood up, analyzing the situation.
The battle around the ship seemed to stop, every member of every crew awed by the massive vessel that had just appeared, leaving many questions on their minds, “Who are they, why are they here, what do they plan to do, and what should we do?” There was suddenly a voice on all communications channels, giving the answer to them.
“This is Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov of the Galactic Soviet Empire Armada Command ship ISS-001 Warlord. Attention all Torian Confederation vessels, by conducting offensive operations in this sector, you are in direct violation of terms established during the 2193 Territorial Combat Convention. If you do not immediately vacant this sector, you will be declaring war via article twelve section three of the 2184 Combat Protocol Agreement,” declared the man as he stood in the center of the bridge, his was expression adamant.
On board the largest Torian vessel, being a mere spec of the Warlord’s size, the officer in command gave his response. A green skinned bipedal alien with a rounded pyramid like head appeared on the A/V communication screen. “I am Captain Kieran of the Torian Confederation battleship Solaris, we acknowledge your statement and will withdraw at once. We ask forgiveness for our improper actions,” the captain responded, bowing forward in apology. The view screen shut off, and the Torian vessels began to turn around.
“Sir, they are powering weapons,” declared and officer to the right of the Admiral after examining a screen in front of him.
All at once, the Torian fleet turned rapidly and simultaneously discharged every weapon they had, sending a wave of firepower at the massive ship.
The combined attack slammed into the starboard side of the Warlord. There wasn’t even a scratch, they volley of fire fizzled out harmlessly against the vessels armor.
“No second chances, prepare to fire the RTS-680, mode three, charge to forty percent,” sternly ordered the Admiral, his lips curled in a frown of disgust.
At the top of the ship, the enormous turret complex came to bear on the Torian fleet, a series of lights along each barrel began to flash yellow, orange, and red in sequence.
“Lock onto all hostile vessels, let’s make sure they stick around for the light show,” ordered the Admiral, his frown curving into a wry smile.
A section of small projection points began to emit a steady gravity pulse, holding the Torian vessels in place.
The lights on the barrels stopped the yellow, orange, and red flashing sequence, and instead began to flash red off and on.
“RTS-680 is charged to forty percent in mode three, awaiting your order sir,” declared a male officer seated to a console along the left side of the bridge.
“Sir, we’re being hailed by the Solaris,” explained the blonde officer to the Admiral.
“On screen,” the man ordered flatly.
The view screen turned on, showing the captain of the Solaris. The being’s eyes were sunken with fear, sweat rolling down his face. “We didn’t mean anything, we swear it, please, we beg of you, don’t kill us,” pleaded the captain.
Admiral Romanov stared directly into the Torian Captain’s eyes. With a tone so cold it could freeze the sun he declared, “You’re filthy disgusting race should have been wiped clean of this galaxy long ago. You’ve been given every chance to clean up your act, and every time you throw those chances away. The time has come for you to face the judgment of gods. This ship will be the instrument of your purging!” He slammed his right fist down on a red button, shattering the glass case that protected it from accidental triggering. The entire area around the barrels burst with blinding white light. A tremendous roar sent shock waves in every direction as the intense burning energy enveloped the Torian attack fleet. Their shields were instantly overpowered, and their hulls didn’t stand a chance. In about one nanosecond, more than two hundred ships, and hundreds of lives were simply erased from existence. The light slowly faded into darkness, and silence fell across space once more.
“Channel with the Lylat Federation command ship established sir,” declared the blonde officer.
“This is Grand Armada Admiral Alexander Romanov of the Galactic Soviet Empire Armada Command Ship ISS-001 Warlord. Using our weapon system as we did, drained a lot of power from our reserves, we won’t be able to activate our hyper warp drive for a few days. Sorry we weren’t here sooner, have any of your vessels suffered damage? Our repair bays our open to you in case you need them,” he explained cheerfully.
General Pepper nodded and responded, “Thank you Admiral. On behalf of the Lylat Federation we thank you for all you have done. Had you not arrived when you did, we would likely have had mass casualties. None of our ships are critically damaged, but we have detected an interstellar transport that jumped into the middle of the combat and was severely damaged, perhaps you could tend to them? It is too large for us to tow into a dock and repair.”
The Admiral nodded and responded, “Of course, we’ll get right on it.” Pointing to another officer he ordered, “See that the vessel is brought on board and taken care of.”
After a formal good bye, the Lylat fleet headed home, however, the Great fox stayed behind to serve as an emissary. The Warlord brought both the Great Fox and the Blue Typhoon into on of it’s cavernous hangar bays using a series of recovery tractor beams. The crews were given temporary quarters and hot meals. So ended the Sonic team’s first day in the Lylat system…
Author’s Notes
Crazy Ivan: “Well, that was actually a bit shorter than I originally was going to do, but I ended up deleting a few parts, and split half of it into another chapter, luckily, I’ll go right ahead and upload the next chapter. So until we meet again, Semper phi, carry on…”