Assault on Altair - Part One
We were alone. Isolated from any intelligent
life. We were… content.
The masses were comfortable with the belief that they were
the sole surviving race in the galaxy. Confident that their
own superiority had ensured their place among the stars. That
the now almost mythical "Orion Wars" were either
just the fanciful tales of the elders, or just minor footnotes
in a galactic history that no longer applied to us.
Slowly we began to explore our surrounding systems, finding
little. Our home was located in the far corner of the northern
arm of the galaxy. We found several systems with habitable
systems. We began our plan for expansion and dominance. Much
to our surprise we found a small enclave of warlike creatures,
calling themselves Bulrathi. We landed and integrated the
inferior beings into our society. They were only too happy
to comply, obviously seeing security for themselves in our
superior society. For the fist time in millennia questions
about the old, "Orion Wars" were asked. The Bulrathi
claimed to have been all but exterminated by a race calling
themselves the New Orions and their maniacal plans of genocide.
We scoffed at their tales and continued to expand our influence.
We found still other races of inferior beings. They were like
the others; ugly, inferior and pathetic. The Alkari and some
"intelligent" plant like creatures calling themselves
"Audrieh." We brought them into the fold of our
greatness and they succumbed to our will. Eventually we had
explored all the systems in our arm of the galaxy, there was
but one star lane left to explore. Our instruments indicated
that it lead to a solitary system on the fringes of the galactic
core. A single recon flight was dispatched to find what was
on the other side.
It never reported back.
At first our leaders thought nothing of it, assuming an accident
had disabled or destroyed the hapless craft. Another mission
was dispatched, this time 3 scouts were tasked with the mission.
They arrived in system and began planetary surveys. They found
no indications of life anywhere in the system. No signs of
our last scouting mission were found either. Orders were given
to approach the main planet of the system, the commander assumed
the last ship must have crashed on planet.
No sign of inhabitants, until the scout ship, "Reaper"
was hit by a beam of unimagined destructive power. One marginal
hit and the ship disintegrated completely. Scans indicated
no source of the attack. Frantic at the helplessness of the
situation, the order was given to retreat. The two remaining
ships wheeled 180 degrees and accelerated at maximum power
away from the planet. Then sensors detected it.
"It" was massive. Surely the size of a small moon
and it moved with a speed and agility unmatched by our best
fighters. The massive behemoth came barreling down upon our
hapless ships, disgorging missiles and fighter and again,
the beams eagerly sought a target, lancing out into the darkness.
The second ship was vaporized as the third and last ship hit
the hyper barrier and made the jump.
When news of the disaster reached home, our universe came
crashing down around us. We were not alone after all. We were
not secure. We were not superior. For the first time in living
history, we realized that the stories of yore were not exaggerations,
but in fact quite possibly understatements of the reality
we now found ourselves in. We set upon ourselves the goal
of defeating the, monstrosity, that blocked our rightful ascension.
This, thing, that kept up cooped up like animals. We were
terrified at first. This foreign thing that had done this
to use so easily meant that something out there was more powerful
than even us. The size of the ship alone was proof of their
technological superiority, not to mention is stealth and weapons
We set upon ourselves the goal to destroy this affront to
nature that had designed to deny us our rightful place in
the universe. We would bend all our efforts and energies to
this abomination's destruction. We designed powerful warships;
The Man-O-War Class Light Missile Cruiser. With its Neutronium
Warheads, this vessel formed the core of our fleet. It's small
hull limited the size of her magazine, but with the smaller
number of reloads, we could put another launcher in the hull.
These ships were escorted by a handful of "Aegis"
Class Escort Carriers (Light cruisers) and Phalanx Class PD
Light Cruisers. We thought these vessels would surely be able
to destroy the Guardian. It turns out, we were wrong, about
a great, many things…
3 Armadas of Missile Cruisers, with our Phalanx Class Escort
cruisers (light cruisers, PD nukes and graviton beams) ships
set out for the Guardians' system, along with an Armada of
carriers with 2 of our new AWACs Corvettes. They arrived in
system and immediately began scanning for the hostile they
knew was there. They detected nothing. Our new High Caliber
Sensors did, however, detect the bogey when he began firing
on our ships. 2 Man-o-War Cruisers went up in explosions of
ignited plasma and clouds of debris. Our warships immediately
opened fire. A horde of missiles streaked out towards their
intended target. Surely, the beast couldn't survive such a
barrage. Fighters launched to counter incoming missiles and
others to attack the thing which had the audacity to stand
in our way. PD batteries opened fire. The maelstrom was unimaginable.
Surely, nothing could survive such withering fire. Yet, the
beast survived. Indeed, its shields didn't even seem to notice
the pounding we were inflicting, it simply shrugged off the
fire like so many gnats. Our fighters bravely broke formation
and attacked, they were slaughtered wholesale by the superior
PD of the enemy. It's beam fire began slicing through the
void of space, ripping apart our warships with deadly accuracy.
The guardian's missiles now struck home. Our PD was overwhelmed
and a handful of missiles got to their intended targets. Literally
half a dozen more cruisers went down. By the time we were
ready to launch our second barrage of missiles, a quarter
of the Man-o-War class cruisers were destroyed. We fired again,
hoping against hope that it's shields were weakened enough
for this volley to do damage. We only had one more shot after
this. The guardian came swooping down upon us, like a hunter
upon its prey. Our missiles struck home, and this time, his
shields began to buckle. If only we could keep this up for
a few more seconds…
Almost as if sensing our intentions, the Guardian turned it's
formidable PD turrets upon the reloading and defenseless missile
cruisers. Our own PD cruisers began scoring hits against the
guardian's armor, but to no effect. Its skin was thick. Almost
a third of ships were destroyed. By the time we reloaded,
it was a forgone conclusion. We had lost the battle. Our last
wave of fighters and missiles proved ineffective, merely dancing
across its shields. The guardian came sweeping in for the
kill. To their credit, our crews fought bravely, and died
bravely. None fled their fate.
Now, it was personal. The guardian would pay for this, this
unspeakable crime against our sovereignty. We would make it