This is going to be fun for me.
For the record, Engaging was the vote to become a solitary battlecruser. Command ship is taking fire, on the other hand... >>26567
Not right now, sheesh. This isn't the sole opportunity in the whole story.
[X]Command ship is taking fire.
Bits of me all over the place.
Conscious mind capable of forming into anything.
Hours of playing all three Homeworlds.
I feel sorry for this thing.
The largest central chunk became the command ship equipped with the seige cannon, the next largest chunks became Hiigan battlecruisers, the next after that became destroyers, two of the infected variety for good measure, then a compliment of frigates, defense, assault, quad-ion, you name it.
The smallest chunks gathered together to form Junkyard Dogs, as well as Super Acolytes and Movers.
I couldn't help but get into the mood after that.
"Command ship is taking fire."
Inwardly laughing like a madman, I charged the siege cannon and fired, watching the devastating bolt burn into the plant.
Battle chatter echoed throughout the arena as everyone else looked around for the source of it all. None of the expected the large miniature fleet that was all around them.
Well, miniature in the fact that the largest ships were two or three feet long, but still.
Ion bolts cut into the vines as the Junkyard Dogs held them in place, Super Acolytes and Movers tore new holes into the body, the infected destroyers moved within range and began spreading their damaging plauge, the battlecruisers were firing for everything they were worth. The command ship was jumping to new spots every time it fired its devastating weapon.
I was every ship at once, coordinating fleet movements, hyperspace jumps, attack patterns and capture strategies, and it was glorious.
I commanded every frigate sized ship or bigger to initiate hyperspace jumps to get above the lower vines yet still be able to strike the larger ones once the smaller vines began to try and drag down the slower targets.
There's nothing quite as satisfying as watching Ion Beams rip through a dying enemy, as one of the large vines was being torn apart by what must be dozens, severing the thing clean across the middle. At which point the Junkyard dogs dropped it and restrained the nexts, which was helplessly shooting a stream out as it was being forced into place.
Down at ground level the defense frigates engaged their shield array to keep Alice, Marisa, Tokiko and Nari from becoming rape victims while the Super Acolytes and Movers blasted apart anything that came near them. The infection was eating through was wasn't being shot, bombed, punched through with ion beams, nuked with a seige cannon, Master Sparked, or blasted with lasers from Alice's dolls.
In short, we were tearing this thing a new one and it didn't know how to deal with it.
My fun was cut short by a sudden pillar of fire incinerating what was left of the plant, though thankfully not reaching me, leaving a scorch mark and a burnt sugar smell where that plant was.
A silver haired girl with red eyes, a pair of pheonix wings and matching tail made from fire emerged from the remaining burnt gunk and regarded everyone there.
"Hey. I take it you lot were ripping this thing a new one?" This must be Mokou.
"Y-yes, we were." Alice's face was red... what for? I sent some Acolytes to look, making sure to approach slowly as to not give Mokou a reason to attack them. She was naked
"What're these weird little things?" Mokou grabbed one of the Super Acolytes and looked it over.
"Could you let me go? I need to return to base." The voice wasn't my own, but in a way I was still saying it.
Mokou was suprised by that and let go immediately. "What're you?"
I was already jumping the rest of myself down, causing the pheonix to look around wildly at all the ships appearing in front of her. As the command ship I approached while the corvette class ships and smaller docked.
"No need to be alarmed, this fleet is all one being. We mean you no harm." Sounds like my voice adapts to whatever ship I'm talking through right at the moment. "What happened to you?"
"Eh, okay..." Mokou didn't really belive me, but it's understandable since I doubt anyone turns themselves into a mini-fleet. "It's embarrassing, but this thing has a higher heat tolerance than I thought, it got the better of me and was trying to digest me ever since. Mystia's probably worried sick..." She stood there a moment more before enveloping herself in flame, reappearing fully dressed. "Thanks for helping me out, might I ask who this one person is?"
"Would you belive me if I said Wade?"
"Not really. Though there really isn't anyone else with enough screws loose to get away with this." Mokou started flying in the direction of Mystia's stand, leaving the rest of us in this syrupy mess. Well, I was flying...
[X]Revert to normal
[X]Turn into one big ship, just to try
[X]Where to? (specify)
Lunar, Ion Cannon options.