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Chapter 5: Evil Mushrooms From Outer Space VS Amazon Women from Betelgeuse
Part 4: Best Served Cold
November 19, 2156
All right, so back to our previously scheduled quest of saving the Syreen fleet.
Now, our only information is that it's on a planet orbiting a red or orange star, and is within 200 hyperspace units of Betelgeuse. In other words...
It's within this range or so.
The stars closer to the center of the circle can probably be ruled out, as the 200 value was calculated by trip time of their pilots, so it's an estimate, not a maxmium. We can also probably rule out anything that is in former Spathi space. Thus, we're left with maybe ten star systems it could be in.
Fortunately, due to some hardcore metagaming, I'm pretty sure it's here.
See where that path takes us through? Yeah. I don't like it, either.
TO HYPERSPACE!
Naturally, we run into some friends on the way.
KOHR-AH
Your presence here is premature. We fight the Kzer-Za for supremacy of Doctrine and possession of the Sa-Matra. When the battle is won, our task is simple.
We cleanse. You are the filth.
ZELNICK
If you attack us, we will destroy you. Don't even try it.
KOHR-AH
Over five thousand races have made such a claim.
We survived. They did not.
Nor shall you.
This time the Kohr-Ah brought three ships to the battlefield, so it's time to roll out my vastly superior Vindicator.
27 crew later, the Kohr-Ah ships are obliterated. I make it the rest of the way to Epsilon Cameloparadalis IA, where I find the Syreen fleet.
With no further ado, let's get the hell out of here.
But not before another encounter, this time with four Marauders.
KOHR-AH
We are the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah. You have evaded our attemtps to cleanse. You are no longer filth. You are a threat. Threats deserve greater attention than filth.
ZELNICK
Resistance is useless. Our victory is inevitable!
KOHR-AH
It is not.
Being much more in the swing of things by now, I only lose 4 crew fighting this fleet. With no further interruptions, I return to Betelgeuse.
TALANA
From our analysis of the Deep Child fragments you showed to us, and a review of the recorded Mycon transmissions from the War, we have established the kind of world the Mycons desire for their hideous Deep Children. They need a planet like your Earth... or our Syra... one rich in water and oxygen... and possessing a molten, active mantle. Our plan is to lure the Mycons to such a planet, and then attack them when they least expect it.
We know of just such a world. When the Ur-Quan were analyzing their mass of planetary data to find a new home for my people, one of the close canidates, ranked just below Gaia, was a blue world orbiting close to the star, Organon.
Captain, we need your services again. Here is what you must do. You must go to the Mycon and tell them of this world. They will find that the world is suitable, and when they go to Organon, we shall be there... waiting for them. Then we shall destroy them!
ZELNICK
I'll miss you, Talana.
TALANA
Don't worry, my human. We will be together again... some day.
D'aww. To the Mycon homeworld!
ZELNICK
There is a world at the star Organon. I believe it is perfect for your Deep Children.
MYCON
Your suggestion is appropriate. Acceptable new worlds are a priority for the rapid and complete spread of Juffo-Wup. We wish to know more for our suitability assessment.
Tell us of this world.
ZELNICK
Its air is pure and sweet.
MYCON
This is good.
ZELNICK
Abundant life covers its surface.
MYCON
This is good.
ZELNICK
This sun gently warms the surface.
MYCON
This is good.
If your words are true, we will gladly spread Juffo-Wup to a new world! We will assemble the Birthing Fleet and send them to this planet. We will send many ships to protect the Children as they grow.
You have been of service to us. Your insight into the ineffable Juffo-Wup is encouraging. Perhaps, if we were to plant spore sacs in your brain organ, and let its tendrils spread through your flesh, then you would truly understand Juffo-Wup... become part of Juffo-Wup.
You WOULD be happier and more fulfilled. Consider our offer.
Thus ends my personal involvement in the Mycon-Syreen war. Now, it's time to begin wrapping up the preparations for our final battle with the Ur-Quan and the Kohr-Ah.
NEXT TIME: I'm in despair!
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Chapter 5: Evil Mushrooms From Outer Space VS Amazon Women from Betelgeuse
Part 4: Best Served Cold
November 19, 2156
All right, so back to our previously scheduled quest of saving the Syreen fleet.
Now, our only information is that it's on a planet orbiting a red or orange star, and is within 200 hyperspace units of Betelgeuse. In other words...
It's within this range or so.
The stars closer to the center of the circle can probably be ruled out, as the 200 value was calculated by trip time of their pilots, so it's an estimate, not a maxmium. We can also probably rule out anything that is in former Spathi space. Thus, we're left with maybe ten star systems it could be in.
Fortunately, due to some hardcore metagaming, I'm pretty sure it's here.
See where that path takes us through? Yeah. I don't like it, either.
TO HYPERSPACE!
Naturally, we run into some friends on the way.
KOHR-AH
Your presence here is premature. We fight the Kzer-Za for supremacy of Doctrine and possession of the Sa-Matra. When the battle is won, our task is simple.
We cleanse. You are the filth.
ZELNICK
If you attack us, we will destroy you. Don't even try it.
KOHR-AH
Over five thousand races have made such a claim.
We survived. They did not.
Nor shall you.
This time the Kohr-Ah brought three ships to the battlefield, so it's time to roll out my vastly superior Vindicator.
27 crew later, the Kohr-Ah ships are obliterated. I make it the rest of the way to Epsilon Cameloparadalis IA, where I find the Syreen fleet.
With no further ado, let's get the hell out of here.
But not before another encounter, this time with four Marauders.
KOHR-AH
We are the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah. You have evaded our attemtps to cleanse. You are no longer filth. You are a threat. Threats deserve greater attention than filth.
ZELNICK
Resistance is useless. Our victory is inevitable!
KOHR-AH
It is not.
Being much more in the swing of things by now, I only lose 4 crew fighting this fleet. With no further interruptions, I return to Betelgeuse.
TALANA
From our analysis of the Deep Child fragments you showed to us, and a review of the recorded Mycon transmissions from the War, we have established the kind of world the Mycons desire for their hideous Deep Children. They need a planet like your Earth... or our Syra... one rich in water and oxygen... and possessing a molten, active mantle. Our plan is to lure the Mycons to such a planet, and then attack them when they least expect it.
We know of just such a world. When the Ur-Quan were analyzing their mass of planetary data to find a new home for my people, one of the close canidates, ranked just below Gaia, was a blue world orbiting close to the star, Organon.
Captain, we need your services again. Here is what you must do. You must go to the Mycon and tell them of this world. They will find that the world is suitable, and when they go to Organon, we shall be there... waiting for them. Then we shall destroy them!
ZELNICK
I'll miss you, Talana.
TALANA
Don't worry, my human. We will be together again... some day.
D'aww. To the Mycon homeworld!
ZELNICK
There is a world at the star Organon. I believe it is perfect for your Deep Children.
MYCON
Your suggestion is appropriate. Acceptable new worlds are a priority for the rapid and complete spread of Juffo-Wup. We wish to know more for our suitability assessment.
Tell us of this world.
ZELNICK
Its air is pure and sweet.
MYCON
This is good.
ZELNICK
Abundant life covers its surface.
MYCON
This is good.
ZELNICK
This sun gently warms the surface.
MYCON
This is good.
If your words are true, we will gladly spread Juffo-Wup to a new world! We will assemble the Birthing Fleet and send them to this planet. We will send many ships to protect the Children as they grow.
You have been of service to us. Your insight into the ineffable Juffo-Wup is encouraging. Perhaps, if we were to plant spore sacs in your brain organ, and let its tendrils spread through your flesh, then you would truly understand Juffo-Wup... become part of Juffo-Wup.
You WOULD be happier and more fulfilled. Consider our offer.
Thus ends my personal involvement in the Mycon-Syreen war. Now, it's time to begin wrapping up the preparations for our final battle with the Ur-Quan and the Kohr-Ah.
NEXT TIME: I'm in despair!
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