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Grim_Reaper Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/11/02 12:19pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	mmmm... i feel an assin nearby... (forgive my spelling btw i'm Dutch) (and please correct me about my errors if you get irritated by them) -----signature----- duckstew: You lucky scythe-wielding, hood-wearing bit... Welcome to the board death!
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/11/02 12:25pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Assassin? Over a distance of 244 million lightyears? Haven´t you read the posts, that describe the take off of a huge fleet of Akonships in a remote system, where they were discovered by the Posbis? Tsktsktsk. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 3/12/02 8:37am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU - Date Edited: 3/12/02 8:38am (1 edits total) Edited By: Spike2002
	Am I right in thinking that the Akons are gonna try to kill Perry Rhodan, and the Empire etc are gonna get involved? Can they actually get over 244 million light years, or is it just the SolarEmpire? -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/12/02 10:20am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Patience my friend. All questions will be answered. Especially with the next post. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Grim_Reaper Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/13/02 6:48am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	then give us our next post btw i meant that they would send a different (low-profile) ship to Perry and kill em (infiltrator) Kinda like Thrawn's death (although Rukh wasn't a infiltrator) -----signature----- duckstew: You lucky scythe-wielding, hood-wearing bit... Welcome to the board death!
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/14/02 8:58am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	A single ship? My dear friend it seems you have no idea how big a galaxy is. So why don´t you enjoy the next part of this story? The Colliding of Empires Lourtons eyes had turned into slits. "So you have a plan?" he asked. "Yes. Actually we are preparing for something like this for quite some time now and the chance to kill Rhodan is just an added bonus." Hathroll nodded towards Highcouncillor Vur. "A project impossible without the strong support of his Eminence." "To kill Rhodan." Taris whispered. "How often have we already tried that?" "To often without success. But this time fate will be on our side." Vur of Plohels fist smashed against his seat. "I´ve been trying for years now, to get access to technologies and other assets to break the superiority of Terra. For far to long, those barbarians occupy the place that is rightfully the place of our people." The face of the Highcouncillor showed a for the first time his disturbing hate and fanatism. "If you want to kill Rhodan, you first have to find him. And for over two weeks nobody has seen him." stated Lourtron calm. "Yes, but we know where he is." answered Hathroll. "He is on a discovery-mission in a galaxy called "Aghnek-Vbrev" in our starmaps." "Aghnek-Vbrev." muttered Lourtron through gritted teeth, trying to remember, what he knew about a galaxy with that name. "Aghnek-Vbrev is 244 million lightyears away from our own galaxy." explained Highadmiral Hathroll. "244 million lightyears? Why not the other side of the universe? Both are impossible to reach with our stardrives." protested Taris. "And how do you know, if Rhodan is there?" "We know it from the SolarFleet-News-Network." explained Hathroll. "About some things the terrans are surprisingly open." This answer caused Taris mouth to gap open, while Lourtron only glared at his superior. "I suggest you start at the beginning." Highadmiral Hathroll took a deep breath before he started to speak. "For close to fivteen years now our government and the MilitaryHighCommand are planning to establish a base of operations outside our galaxy. As you have seen we are on the bad end of a run against the SolarEmpire, a run we will loose sooner or later. The idea was the formation of an independent second empire with a strong military and industrial complex far away from the prying eyes of the terrans. A second empire, that could buildt up forces undisturbed to come back one day strong enough to crush the barbarians." "An ambituos enterprise." stated Taris. "We will need a lot of ships and men for that. But it still doesn´t explain, how we can get rid of Rhodan at the same time." "Well, think about it." answered Vur of Plohel. "We want to expand into another galaxy, far, far away. And involuntarily Perry Rhodan has decided for us, which galaxy this will be. The terran demon has only one ship available, while we will sent twentytwothousand of our ships on this mission." "Twentythousand ships?" asked Taris of Las-Toor with a raised voice. "Thats a third of our entire starfleet." "Our search will cover an entire alien galaxy. With less ships, this mission would be futile." stated Lourtron. He turned back towards Hathroll. "But that still doesn´t explain, how we will get there." "You are right of course." Hathroll pressed another button on his seat and the map of the milkyway-galaxy was replaced by the image of a typical spaceship buildt by the AkonEmpire, a sphere with a more slender ringpad than its counterparts of terran origin and flattened poles. "Hat-Mooh-Class. Maximum wide of the ships main body is thousandsixhundred meters while it has a height of thousandtwohundred meters. The fleet we will sent will consist of twothousand of those ships. The other twentythousand ships will be robotships with a maximum wide of thousandtwohundred meters and a height of ninehundred meters. Every Hat-Mooh-Class-Ship will be in control of ten of those robotships." "Six years ago i was invited as an observer to a diplomatic conference in the Andromeda-Galaxy." added now Vur of Plohel. "I managed to make contact with a tefrodian officer and to buy the plans for their counterpolecannon. They are more complicated to handle and have less reach than a transformcannon, but they are still far superior to our thermo- or desintegratorcannons." The sour face of the Highcounccillor showed how much pain it caused him to admit that. "All ships in this fleet are equipted with those cannons. It two or three years all of our ships will have them." "That still doesn´t answer the question, how we will manage to travel over a distance of 244 million lightyears." muttered Taris. "Don´t worry, we have thought of that, too." answered Hathroll. Pressing another button again, the image of the Hat-Mooh-Class-Ship changed. Now the ship was sitting on a cylindrical block, that had easily the wide and height of a quater of the ships wide. "Unfortunately our scientists are still unable to copy the transgalactic drivesystems of the terrans. But they were able to create an transgalactic drivemechanism with unlimited range in hyperspace. Once activated, you will be able to reach every point in the universe." "But thats fantastic. Why isn´t it an integral part of our ships?" wanted Taris to know, exitement clearly audible in her voice. "Because the engine works only once. It doesn´t matter, if you travel two million lightyears, eight million lightyears or hundred million lightyears. You can only make a single jump." "But that means... ." "That means we will be cut off from home, as soon as we reach our destination." stated Lourtron surprisingly calm. "Just as long, as you haven´t established a base of operations and a constructionfacility for the transgalactic engines." explained Vur with a consoling tone in his voice. "But you can´t do that." Taris was looking at the Highadmiral with a plea for support. "If one thing goes wrong, you will have sacrified ... ." she quickly calculated the numbers of crewers for a Hat-Mooh-Class-Ship. "... three million men." "Five million with technicians and scientists. And you should see it as an additional motivation NOT to fail." answered Vur with a smile. "I won´t fail you, your Eminence." stated Lourtron with a calm voice. "Then you are hereby promoted to Admiral." answered Vur, before rising from his seat and leaving the room. Taris looked at Highadmiral Hathroll with pleading eyes. "Can´t you do anything to prevent this madness?" "Its said and done." answered the Highadmiral with a stern voice. "Don´t worry, i will take care of everything, Child. Everything will be alright. And you know, what you have to do." "In that case i trust your judgement." answered the young woman. "Well, then lets not wait any longer, Captain. We have a fleet to prepare." stated Lourtron. "Good luck to you." stated Hathroll. He was still sitting in his chair, when the two officers had left the room. When he finally stood up, he took a deep breath, considering, what he was going to tell his contacts. Vur of Plohel would probably get a heartattack, if somebody would tell him that Highadmiral Hathroll, the highestranking officer of the entire military of Akon had been on the payroll of the SolarCounterintelligence, the secret service of the SolarEmpire for over twenty years by now. Hathroll also thought about the fate of Taris of Las-Toor. The young woman had been one of his best agents so far. Pity he was going to loose her. But that was part of the job, too. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Grim_Reaper Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/14/02 9:45am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Nice plan... But will Perry help the Emporer.. I guess we'll c btw: I meant relativly... these monsters are hundrets of meters wide and long. Surely that aren't the smallest ships around.. So i was making a reference like a MiniVan and a 18wheeler -----signature----- duckstew: You lucky scythe-wielding, hood-wearing bit... Welcome to the board death!
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 3/15/02 8:23am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Im looking forward to the Akon invasion! -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/19/02 4:49am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Well, here we are again. Three or four posts more and we will be back in the Galaxy far, far away. Until then, enjoy this part: The Colliding of Empires One week later - now The huge lion had no idea, that he was being watched. His silent observer moved opposite to the wind and was well camouflaged. The animal stepped forward, leaving the cover of bushes and trees completely. A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the silent watcher, when he brought the scope to his eyes, the majestatic beast was now magnified by the scope and in the centre of the crisscross. The man felt his throat drying. Now or never. He had been waiting for hours, to get such an opportunity. Slowly his finger moved towards the trigger. A buzz from the mans wrist disturbed the tense atmosphere. The lion threw his head around, roared once and vanished back under the trees. With a sigh of resignation Allan D.Mercant dropped the sophisticated holocamera down and answered the call from his wristcom. "Mercant, here." The conversation lasted only twenty seconds, then the director of the SolarCounterintelligence cut the link. The report only confirmed again, what he had known for over a week now. Pressing another button on his wristcom he ordered a mobile transmitter to his position. Five minutes later an ovoid shape became visible and dropped to the ground in front of Mercant. A hatch opened and the small man entered the mobile transmitter, that was nothing more, but a robot with a transmitter inside. He stepped through the glowing field of the transmitter and left the exitstation in the headquaters of the SolarCounterintelligence in Terrania without a loss of time. Only seconds later the transmitterrobot took off and the animals inside the Serengeti-Natural-Reservat were once again alone. ---- Lieutenant Timothy Roth had put the files together his superior officer had ordered. Allan D. Mercant would need them in his meeting with the Marshall of State and Vice-Grandadministrator Reginald Bull. Roth put the files into a suitcase, then brought them to Mercants office. The Lieutenant knocked at the door of wood and was immediately ordered to enter. Inside his office Solarmarshall and Director of SolarCounterintelligence Allan D. Mercant was sitting behind his desk. "Lieutenant Roth, what time of day is it?" asked Mercant. "Sixteen minutes past eight in the evening." answered Roth. It was fivteen minutes past eight in the morning. "Correct." Despite all the sophisticated scanners of the 27th century, that could check the brainwaves, genetic profile and all the other things, that made a living being unique and that made sure, that said being wasn´t under hostile influence, Mercant had kept the habbit from his days as Coordinator of the NATO-Intelligence-Services from the times of the cold war during the 20th century, to ask his personal aides for the time, when they entered his office. If it was morning, they had to say evening, if it was evening or afternoon they had to say morning and they had to add a minute to the correct time. If they failed to do so, they quickly saw themself on the wrong end of a weapon. Since the founding of SolarCounterintelligence seven inciddents had happened. Five occasions, where Mercants aides had been replaced by droiddoppelganger or humanoids, who had been changed by medical surgery to replace Mercants aides or where the poor beings had been under hypnotical control and two accidents. The first accident had caused the death of the unfortunate secretary, in the second case the poor man had only survived by a quick jump back through the door. After that inciddent, the man had volunteered for the, like he said "less dangerous" active service of a fieldagent. "Here are the files you wished for." reported Roth, putting the suitcase on Mecants desk. "May i ask how your trip to the Serengeti was?" the Lieutenant asked in an attempt to make conversation. "Short." answered Mercant. "And now i have a meeting at nine with the Marshall of State, Solarmarshall Tifflor and USO-Admiral Freyt." "Atlans second-in-command?" wondered Roth. "Yes. Now don´t waste my time and give me that suitcase." Roth supressed a sigh, handed Mercant the suitcase and turned around to leave the office, but was stopped by Mercant. "Before you go, Lieutenant ... . May i ask how Timothy jr. is doing?" Roth hadn´t expected this, so he turned back, totally surprised. "How do you know, i mean ... ." he stuttered. A small smile appeared on Mercants face. "I´ll try to be informed as best as possible about everything, that might concern the people who work for me. I hope the leg is already better." "It is. If it goes after him, he would be already playing again, if it goes after his mother, he will never touch a football again." "And whats your position?" "Until now, i managed to evade the topic." That caused Mercant to chuckle. "Wise of you, but you can´t do that forever." He became serios again. "Now lets get back to work." When Timothy Roth left Mercants office a grin appeared on his face. Who would have thought it possible for the old man to have a heart under his uniform? ---- The animal was fourty centimeters high and one meter long. Its head and aftend with the screwdriverlike tail resembled a pig, while the short legs and its slender body, which was covered with short, brown hair resembled a dachshund or an otter. A darkred collar covered the neck of the dachshundpig from Venus and diamonds formed the letters "W-U-T-Z-I" in the collar. A small shield was connected to the necklace, a shield with a number on it: III L (roman number for fourtyseven). For the dachshundpig and its owner it was early in the morning with half past seven and time to stand up. After doing his first business of the morning, WUTZI.III L (speak "Wootsie the fourtyseventh") left the room, that had been completely designed for the needs of a dachshundpig and hurried on his short legs through the livingroom. Climbing up the stairs to the second floor WUTZI reached the bedroom of his master. With exception of his feet, that were hanging over the edge of the bed and that showed that the legs were covered in lilac-coulored pyjamapants, the mans body was covered by sheets, his head burried under the pillows. First gently, then, as the sleeping man showed no reaction with more strength WUTZI pushed with his snout against one of the bare foots. The only reaction was, that his owner turned over on his back. WUTZI had enough. He jumped on the bed and gripped the sheets with his teeth. Pulling them away he freed the compact form of his owner. The next moment WUTZIs wet tongue was slobbering over the broad face. The man finally grunted in defeat and opened his waterblue eyes. "Alright, alright, i´m awake. You can stop now." The dachshundpig stopped and barked satisfied. Puppybrown eyes looked into the blue eyes of Reginald Bull, second most powerful man of the SolarEmpire. "Bully" stroke through his red hair, then through WUTZIs brown fur. "Yes, you are the best, the very best dachshundpig in the entire universe, wuff, wuff." As an answer WUTZI purred satisfied. "But now i have to stand up. Let me just have a shower and then we will have breakfast." The dachshundpig pointed its ears at the word "breakfast", barking aloud the animal jumped from the bed and hurried out of the room. Fivteen minutes later "Bully" was sitting inside the kitchen of his villa, fully dressed and taking care of an opulent breakfast, while he was reading through the social- and sportpages of "Terranias Dailypost". WUTZI had his snout burried in a bowl with food. With a sigh Reginald Bull switched from the sportpages to his appointment calendar. "Well, what do we have today." he muttered. "Nine o´clock meeting with Mercant, Tifflor and Freyt, thats new. Ten o´clock the delegation from the Grand Magellan Cloud, thats in the working for two months now. Twelve o´clock, dinner with Homer G. Adams, current economical situation. Two o´clock in the afternoon, oh god, Maahks and Tefrodians." Reginald Bull shook his head. "As if our own galaxy isn´t big enough, now i have to deal with the concerns of the people from Andromeda, too. Well, at least the Maahks are a logical bunch, so this won´t take to much time." He looked down, where WUTZI had just finished his own meal. "Call yourself lucky, little one, since you don´t have to deal with my problems." Ten minutes later Reginald Bull was on his way to the seat of government of the SolarEmpire, where his place of work was. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 3/19/02 7:01am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Its nice to see the universe at the Perry Rhodan end, but I need Action!! ACTION I TELL YOU!! ACTION IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME!!! J/K. This is a great story. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/22/02 9:05am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	There will be action soon, but you have to be patient. If you have any questions, don´t hesitate to ask them. How do you like WUTZI? Until then, enjoy! The Colliding of Empires Julian Tifflor was the last one to arrive, but he had a good reason for the delay. He was accompanied by a two and a half meter high robot, who introduced himself as P-1, representing the plasmacommander of the BOX-135782. Like with every other Posbi, the brain of P-1 consisted of a small mass of plasma, although not enough to be sentinent on its own, in combination with a hyperinpotronic. The Solarmarshall, who was the highestranking officer of the SolarFleet and looked like a younger version of Perry Rhodan, greeted the already assembled persons in the luxurious office of Reginald Bull. Besides the Marshall of State and Viceadministrator, Solarmarshall Mercant, head of SolarCounterintelligence and Admiral Osman Freyt were present. A bald head, bushy eyebrows, large feet and a body covered with muscles gave away his origins from the extreme world of Oxtorne. Oxtornans were the strongest genetically engineered descendants from terran colonists, living on world with a gravity of 4,8g (Terra as origin of used standards has a gravity of 1g). They were even stronger than ertrusans. Freyt represented the USO, since Atlan wasn´t there. After the usual short greetings, Bull, Tifflor and Mercant knew each other for centuries and Freyt was to much of a professional to waste time on pleasentries, the five beings came straight to the point. "Box-135782 has made a very interesting discovery in a system close to the edge of the galaxy." explained Julian Tifflor. "It seems our old friends from Akon are up to something." Bull threw a pleading look to the ceiling, while Freyt and Mercant seemed to exchange a knowing look. "For gods sake, when are the Akons NOT up to something?" He looked back at Tifflor. "What is it this time?" "I think its better to let P-1 do the explenations." answered Tifflor. With a nod of his head the tall robot started to explain, how the BOX-135782 had discovered the marching up of the Akons and how they had witnessed the departure of more than twentythousand ships. The longer he was speaking, the more serious turned Bulls face. When P-1 was finally finished with his report, Reginald Bull took a deep breath. "Thank you, P-1. When you return to the "World-of-hundred-Suns" give the coreplasma our greetings and tell him, that your informations are very valuable to us." "It will be done, as you wish. The coreplasma will be looking forward to your greetings." answered P-1 and left the room. When the robot was gone, the remaining four men looked at each other. After a moment Tifflor broke the silence. "More than twentythousand ships. One third of the Akons fleet. How much they must hate us." "Twentytwothousand ships, of those twothousand of the Akons new Hathmooh-Class, to be precise." stated Mercant. Tifflors eyes became slits. "It seems you know more, than i do." Mercant just shook his shoulders. "There are few thinks Counterintelligence doesn´t know. In this special case, we were informed about the intentions of the Akons one week ago. The report from the Posbis was just the last confirmation." "Do you know, how they want to reach another galaxy, too?" asked Tifflor. "I´m not aware of any kind of transgalactic-drivesystem the Akons might posses." "Unfortunately, my sources were not able to sent technical datas. They were only able to tell us, that the ships are armed with counterpole-cannons from the Tefrodans and that the drivesystem works only once. But then with unlimited reach. That means they have to establish a construction-base of those devices, before they can think of returning home. My spies, who informed us are officers, not engineers or scientists." "Don´t worry about the blueprints, Mercant." Admiral Freyt took some datacards out of his pocket. "Here they are. One set for the SolarFleet." He gave Tifflor one of the cards. "And one set for Counterintelligence." He gave another card to Mercant. When the Director of SolarCounterintelligence looked questioningly at him, the Oxtorner only smiled. "You have your sources and i have mine." "As interesting as this might be, what are we going to do about the situation?" wanted Tifflor to know. "Perry Rhodan and his companians will soon have to face twentytwothousand ships of one of our most dangerous enemies. About the countless innocent beings in the other galaxy, who will be involved in this conflict, i don´t even want to think." "Patience, Julian. The Akons are planning an enterprise like this for twenty years now." explained Allan D. Mercant. "We secretly encouraged those efforts, in the hope to take care of them far away from any prying eyes and to cause significiant damage to their fleet and their militaristic and industrial complex. Since the majority of their ships is only crewed by robots, there shouldn´t be any moral objections." "All fine and good. But you need a fleet of your own to destroy another fleet." "And we will sent a fleet." stated Bully. "The preperations are already made." "Already made. Forgive me, but as head of the SolarFleet, shouldn´t i know about this?" "Under normal conditions, yes. But this preperations request utmost secrecy. We don´t want any suspicions to raise on Akon, before its to late for them. The later they know, they later they can react." Tifflor showed his agreement with a nod of his head. "Alright. And what will we sent?" Then understanding appeared in his eyes. "One of the "Old Mans"?" he asked. "Old Man VI, to be precise." stated Bully. "And Admiral Freyt has already agreed to sent an USO-team with them." "Old Man. And the USO. Why do i suddenly pity the Akons?" wondered Tifflor. After that the briefing was soon finished and the four men departed to return to their posts. But outside the corridor of Bulls office Admiral Freyt was stopped by Allan D. Mercant. "Admiral." "Director." "Just out of professional curiosity." Mercant lowered his voice. "Who is your source among the Akons? I mean, as long as you don´t think it would endanger ... ." "Well, if you tell me your source in return. As long as you don´t think it would endanger ... ." answered the Oxtorner. Mercant made a face. But if he wanted something, he had to offer something. "Quid pro quo, then. Alright. And no, i don´t think there should be any danger, now that the fleet has left our galaxy. Commander Taris of Las-Toor, the second-in-command of the newly promoted Admiral Lourtron of Las-Tun, belongs to one of our spynets." A gleam of amusement appeared in Admiral Freyts eyes. The lips of his mouth twitched and suddenly he put his hand over his mouth, to prevent himself from bursting out with laughter. Mercant watched him curios. When Freyt had calmed down enough, he asked. "Whats so funny, Admiral?" "Nothing, Director. Its just that Admiral Lourtron of Las-Tuns real name is Marco Chavez. One of our specialists from Phlophos." "You mean ... ?" "Yes, i mean." At this Mercant had to laugh, too, but turned immediately serios again. A sudden concern had come to his mind. "In that case, we better hope, that they don´t hinder each others efforts." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 3/23/02 2:16pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	This is getting more and more complicated but I like the realistic edge you have to this story. I think the GFFA may be a slight battleground for the near future! I wonder if the Death Star is used against the Akons. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Grim_Reaper Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/24/02 6:43am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	I wonder not as much bout that, but more how powerful it is compared to the Rhodan galaxy ships -----signature----- duckstew: You lucky scythe-wielding, hood-wearing bit... Welcome to the board death!
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/25/02 11:46am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	An ISD compared to a Perry Rhodan Ultrabattleship of the "Galaxy-" or "Dantes Inferno"-class or compared with the DeathStar-Superlaser? Well, the PerryRhodan-Universe witnessed the destruction of planets, suns, starsystems (natural and artificial) long before SW:A New Hope was even made (The first novels were written in 1961). Thanks to J_K_DART here is the next part. Its a little bit different, but i hope you´ll like it. The Colliding of Empires "Dear Reader, dear diary You'll have to forgive me, but while I'm writing those lines, I haven't got a clue who you are, you could be are a civilian, an officer of the Solar Empire or one of my superiors or colleagues from the USO. I also have no clue, if I will be able to complete this diary, since being an USO-specialist is one of the most dangerous professions our universe has to offer. Well, what wouldn't you do for king and country? I'm currently on my way to,... what? Introduction? Ohhhhh. You'll have to forgive me again. My name is Alexander Danger. Before you wonder, yes I'm the same Alexander Danger, who solved the case of museums-thefts on Aquila Prime, one-hundred-and-thirty years ago. I wouldn't have thought it possible, that somebody remembers those days, since glory is a thing that fades away very fast indeed. Before you ask again, yes, I'm also a direct descendant of Jusua Hendrik Danger, the same Jusua Hendrik Danger, who was the first human to set his foot on the surface of Siga, the second planet of Gladors star in the year 2003. Of course, people like me - descendants of the first colonisation ship - don't let descendents of other families, who arrived later, feel that we are in a certain sense noble. Lemy Danger? Is this my story or yours? Yes, I'm the second son of Lemy Danger, but can we talk about my father at a later point? Thank you. I think I already regret buying this sentient datapad. They are designed to assist their users, especially with information, and to support them with formulations, but most modern versions... . But enough of that. In the year 2662 I'm two-hundred-and-ninety years old, but in the eyes of the older generations on Siga still a youngster. Let them think this way. They don't seem to realize, while for example the generation of my father has a lifespan of eight-hundred years, MY generation will outlive them by two-hundred years. At least that's what our scientists claim. Until now we still lack practical evidence (May I remind you, that the first settlers arrived on Siga in the year 2003. That was six-hundred-and-fifty-nine years ago). I'm currently on my way to my next assignment. The government of Siga was generous enough to assign the flagship of our fleet for my transportation, the completely new battleship "Gladors Glory". The "Glory" will drop me at the Supercarrier "Old Man VI". There I'm going to get my final instructions about the coming mission. I already know, that we are going to operate outside our galaxy. The Akons are up to something again and the way I know them, its nothing good. And while we are evolutionary cousins, that changes nothing, that they are scoundrels. Shame on them. So, while I'm on my way to "Old Man VI", my thoughts drift to the original version of the Supercarrier. If there has ever been a symbol of greatness, heroism, foreplanning, patriotism and loyalty, but also of failure, disaster and tragedy it was the story of "Old Man". "Old Man" first appeared in the year 2435, but his origins went back to the year 2404 (Or even to the year 47705 b.C., but those details are for the historians). 2404 was the fourth year in the war against the "Master of the Island," the despotic rulers of the Andromeda-Galaxy. War isn't perhaps the right word, the "Master of the Island" didn't even registered the Solar Empire as a serious threat, while the Solar Empire was creeping for over four years closer and closer towards our neighbouring galaxy, fighting against the Masters vasalls and their deathtraps and literally every covered meter towards Andromeda had been paid with litres of blood. In 2404 the Solar Fleet finally started to operate inside the Andromeda-Galaxy itself. The flagship of that period, the "Crest III" (and also the first ship of the Galaxy-Class, besides the prototype) had been lured into the time-trap "Vario", a planetwide time-machine. The "Crest" had been sent more than fifty-thousand years into the past, into a time, where the human ancestors from Lemur were fighting against the giants from Halut. The "Crest" had also been transported back to the Milky Way Galaxy. To get back into its own time the "Crest" would have to travel back, or, to be more precise, forward into the future. That had only been possible with the time-machine on "Vario" and "Vario" was more than two million lightyears away. A distance impossible to cover with the remaining capabilities of the faster-than-light-drive of this time. In a dared move, two of my colleagues managed to outsmart the time-agent Frasbur and to travel back to Andromeda and back to their time. This mission also lead to the first meeting with a "Master of the Island". Its impossible to image the excitement, when it was discovered, that a) the "Masters of the Island" were humans like us and b) that they wore cell-frequency-activators and were, by that, immortal. After that, the history of DINO-III started. DINO-III had been a fleettender, a huge platform for the repair and maintenance of even our greatest ships and storerooms for everything entire fleets may desire. DINO-III was supposed to be sent back in time by "Vario" and to support the "Crest III" with the desperately needed faster-than-light-engines, or Kalups, how they are called by the ordinary citizen. The crew of "Vario" was ... . The com beeps. Just a moment. Captain Tilta wants to see me in the command centre of the "Gladors Glory". You'll have to excuse me, but I'll have to continue my report at a later date." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Grim_Reaper Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 3/25/02 3:37pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	i like this if you keep it like this cause it's more personal like the first chapters of this and like the tale and the colliding... in this one you were overflowing my sensors to many new persons..... -----signature----- duckstew: You lucky scythe-wielding, hood-wearing bit... Welcome to the board death!
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