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Imperial Wars: Part 3 Wipe! The EDF Slaughter! written by Ryan Matheuszik) Deep in the vastness of space a lone sattelite hurtled past a lone planet. Seconds later it was transformed from an expensive piece of machinery into a relatively inexpensive collection of random gasses by a plasma bolt. A shadow crossed the planet. Ryan sat back in his chair and relaxed. He glanced over at his travelling companion. Sebastian Cain remained firmly handcuffed to his bunk. Ryan sighed. He had always thought these prison transfers were a waste of time and resources, but it did provide him with a relatively relaxing break from his normal duties. Besides, the MPD was paying him over 5000$ for this, and since they had booked passage to the Triton Detention Facility on an EDF patrol group, there was little chance of trouble. A claxon did it's best to dispute this last claim by sounding loudly, and waking up all of the red alarm lights onboard the ship. Seconds later the EDF patrol group #5 was in the midst of a battle for it's very survival. The Imperial Expiditionary Force Commander looked pleased with himself. Not only was he ahead of schedual in scouting this new solar system, but he had discovered a new and strange looking Strauss ship formation. After destroying it he would salvage the remains and return them to Imperial Intelligence. There might even be a promotion in it for him. As his main gunship's cannons tore into the lead ship's unprotected hull, he noticed something going awry. One of the ennemy shps had launched a good 40 fighters or so. These were obviously not Straussian ships. He breifly wondered at the origin of the ships, but then quickly dismissed his curiosities as his force destroyed the last of the ennemy's main ships. He issued the call to launch fighters, and walked off the bridge. The opponent was seriously outnumbered. The odds were 4 to 1 against the EDF forces, but still they fought on. The fighter pilots had watched in horror as the entire main patrol group had vanished in an unprovoked attack. Now they were making the Imperialists pay. Lazers flared, missles streaked across the vast blackness of space, and slowly the Imperials began to win. The EDF was down to 3 fighters when suddently a large battleship folded in next to the ongoing battle. On board the Kircheis, Jerry gave the order to attack. The fold system had landed them god knew where, but the Imperial ships on the main screen were too tempting a target. "Three unidentified fighters reported sir." called on of the Kircheis' crew. "They're being pursued by the Imperials.". Jerry only hesitated a moment before calling for fighters to be launched. If they were ennemies of the Imperials, then they had to be helped. Meanwhile the Imperial force began to wither and retreat under the Kircheis' constant fire... Minutes later, the battle ended, Jerry called for a status report. "The Imperials have gone into a complete retreat captain." reported one of the bridge crew. "We lost 3 fighters, and have minor hull and shield damage." Jerry smiled. A small victory had been acheived, but a victory none the less.... "Captain!", called an ensign, breaking his reverie, "One of the unidentified fighters survived the attack... he's requesting permission to land.". "Permission Granted," called Jerry as he strode from the bridge. Soon he would find out just who the Imperials had been attacking. Miko looked up as the Vrax fighter broke thrugh the magnetic bay seal and landed on the staging area deckplate. It's dark, sleek body glistened with menace. Jerry arrived just as a ladder extended downwards from the side of the fighter. It's tinted canopy slowly opened. A figure in a back flight suit with red markings and a black helmet emblazoned with a skull and crossbones descended to the deck below. Slowly he removed his helmet to reveal... Ryan. "Hi Miko!", he called, "fancy meeting you in a place like this!". Miko and Jerry both did facefaults. "Ryan?" Miko asked, amazed. "Ya, it's me," he called back, "Betcha didn't know I flew fighters?".... Next | Last