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[Raging Deadstar]

Speak for yourself renegade. Whilst the Hut and it's regulars was bombarding the Bar and Grill I headed to the Won-Ton hut. Ran myself up a rather merry tab for those German Tourists watching the "fireworks" over here, "on the house" of course, and then hitched a ride back to my empire.

Rudy, I do hope you don't mind me lending a Hut washroom towel? It's so difficult to get around without one.

[RudyHuxtable]

Raging Deadstar, you may take a towel, compliments the Won-Ton Violence Take Out Hut!

I'll throw in a bar of soap and your very own stool at the Hut Bar if you join our crusade to own all of the B7G dessert recipes!

[Renegade 13]

Ok, so it was just me running away in my cowardly way...

[RudyHuxtable]

Renegade, resistance has become futile. You will see, as soon as my Battlefield commanders report in!

Just give me the recipes and the pain can cease!

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Suddenly, a new warp point opens up in orbit around Sol III. B&G battleships begin streaming out of it as soon as it has stabilized its interdimensional gravitational axis (whatever that may be). The first wave destroys over half the orbital bombing fleet before it is destroyed. All ships then fire at will at the center of the warp point. The second wave is dispatched before it can cause any damage, but the third wave contains ships with strong armor and regenerative shielding. The orbital fleet is slowly being reduced to only the megawarships and bigger.

Then, suddenly, one of the Battle Jupiters transmits a message to the entire Hut fleet.

"Attention fleet, this is Captain Maverick of the WTVTOH SMBJ Cindy." (yes we name our Battle Jupiters after our FBWs) "We have detected unusual warpjump signatures. It looks like ships coming through a warp corridor, but there's no exit singularity. There appear to be a lot of ships. Stand by for anomalies. What effects this sort of travel has is unknown."

"They're coming closer. Stand by for tight defensive perimeter fleet."

Several rather large transparent blue rectangles and one huge transparent rectangle appear. The swaths begin moving backwards, revealing quite a fleet. A lot of rather large capital ships, several huge capital warships and one apparent command vessel begin moving towards the orbital fleet in tight formation as soon as the blue swaths have disappeared.

"Attention Hut fleet. This is Admiral Ertaohim of the Hiigaran Fleet. We are here to assist. Launch all fighters. Confirm aggressive tactics. Strike group formation Capital Phalanx. Let's show them what we're made of."

The fleet moves towards the B&G warp point. The next wave of warships is annihilated completely by ionic beam weapons from the larger warships. Even the Dreadnoughts that emerge next are annihilated by incessant fire from all ships. Eventually, the stream of ships appears to have dried up, and one of the Battle Jupiters closes the warp point.

"Attention Hut fleet. We are commencing bombardment of enemy ground assets now. Stay clear."



(Sorry, Homeworld2 just arrived yesterday and I'm completely addicted now - man what a game! - and I couldn't resist this.)

[NullAshton]

NullAshton's troops stand a distance away from the B&G, watching the fireworks.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

The sweeping ion beams quikcly wipe the grin off Joint Chief Ashton's face. Accident or was it ordered?

No, just kidding.

The sweeping ion beams quickly wipe the smirk off Mr. Tigga's face, as he stands in front of the window of his highrise office, overviewing the carnage. The first beam cuts clean through his office, missing the CEO by millimeters. The heat from the beam scorches the fur of his hand slightly.

Several dozen simultaneous beams cut through his office, trapping Tigga against the window, as they get ever closer. Then, they stop. Seeing his chance, Tigga makes for the door and..... makes it. He runs down the corridor and enters a high-speed elevator going down. He made it.

Little does he know, however, that a heavy torpedo from a Destroyer is in the lift shaft above him.

[NullAshton]

Look at all those pretty explosions... I thought we were going to capture it?

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

The highrise office where Mr. Tigga met his doom was three miles away, in another section of the city.

[NullAshton]

Oh... Can I get dibs on the warehouses?