FG: Go 11:"Old School Revisited"

[Spaced Cowboy]

2 hours left, just waiting on Whoha.

[Whoha]

Sent.

[Spaced Cowboy]

I need complete orders!

[Whoha]

5th times the charm(or 6th)

[Spaced Cowboy]

Yea! Turn is frozen!

This is going to be interesting to process, finally, some folks got wild hairs.

[joncha]

[GeoModder]

Yes Joncha, you are quite predictable.

[Spaced Cowboy]

Round 4: Galactic fuel prices rise due to high usage.

Part 1: "Stuggle at Ventis."

Imagine, if you will, someone climbing out of a swimming pool and trying to get water out of their ear by hitting one side of their head with their flattened palm. That is the image I get of this attack.

Ciann Pollus and newfound friend Danz send almost all of their entire fleets up against the home planets of Zol Ventis. To make matters worse, most of Ventis' fleet warped out before they arrived, leaving 5 freshly minted Laser Dreadnaughts on home guard.



Zol got his licks in as teh combined fleet loses all of its Fighters, and each attacker loses 2 Laser Frigates. Each attacker gains 2 bases.

But where is the rest of Zol's Fleet....?

[joncha]

...hopefully not taking my bases.

[GeoModder]

Let us hope!

[Spaced Cowboy]

Part 2: "You just have to love the bloodless takeovers."

The radio on Zol Ventis' flagship cracked to life.

"Sir, Our home bases are being attacked."

"$#%@^%^@#$"

"Sir, you know my Mother doesn't do that."

"Yeah, sorry, continue with this blasted course of action."

Zol's ships warp into Lands claimed by Lord Vetko.

"Allright guys, don't forget to close in and...."

"Sir, we have no ships on the radar."

"OMGWTFTHATISSWEET!11!!"

Zol captures all 3 of Vetko's bases without firing a shot.

But where is Vetko?

[joncha]

Oh my.

[GeoModder]

Teh baseswappery!

[Spaced Cowboy]

Part 3: "Polly want a cracker?"

Lord Vetko approached the prearranged meeting point. His accomplice was already there waiting for him.

"You ready."

"Born ready, to carry the communist cause."

"Spare me the politics, Kit. What was that?"

"Sir, reports on the radio that Ventis has taken our home worlds."

"Just when I thought it were safe to go out at night...looks what happens.

"We are sorry for your loss, now are you ready."

"Yes, let us proceed.....


(To be continued)

[Spaced Cowboy]

Part 3: (cont.) "It's a Trap!"

Meanwhile on the flagship of Polly Siffan....

"Sir, two unidentified fleets approaching on an attack vector."

"That's right my little fly, just come in a little closer."

"But sir, we are vastly outnumbered."

"Don't panic #2, I've invited a few of my friends over for tea and crackers....Oh and possibly... LAZORGEDDON! Muwahahaha!"

(To be continued)