Sahaquiel reserves all of his 200d6 AT-field dice for defense.
The Finger turns left and advances as far as possible, its objectives still unknown.
The allied fleet direct their turrets to the portal monsters and fire all weapons.
Leaving behind a belt of organic wreckage and soiled body parts. Blood starts to leak out of some of the pulverized corpses.
The monsters regroup in a wave formation and charge towards the neu-AN fleets.
The mutated manta rays fire their unholy harpoon-missiles at the USA and Scythians. The projectiles, even despite being the fastest objects in the game, will still take a couple turns to reach the fleets.
Suddenly, one of the manta rays decides to motivate the abominations to conduct a collective demoralizing feat, chanting ominously to intimidate the enemy fleets.
Quite clearly the feat failed. Every enemy faction on the board instead laughs at the pitiful attempt and gains a +1 bonus. The mutant manta ray is punished for its incompetence by suddenly turning into a very gurlish pink.
Meanwhile the Praetorians decide it’s time to stop messing around and finish their mission and get a beer by dinnertime.
Admiral Kendrick: All capital ships, fire at the Angel!
Despite the Praetorian fleet’s astounding firepower, the Angel’s AT field deflects all damage...barely. Sahaquiel begins to worry somewhat for his safety (thank god I found a DnD dice roller that can mass-roll hundreds of dice).
Well that was rude...it appears I will have to teach you a lesson in manners.
The remaining Praetorian frigates and fighters move up as much as possible in preparation of forming a shield against the incoming monsters- in the meantime they combine fire on one of the centipedes.
To satisfactory results- the great beast is ground into its components as ship-sized pieces of flesh collect in a debris field.
The Crucibles then move back for protection.
Admiral Karr looked down upon those vermin crawling out of the portal. The Fleet Admiral had recommended firing down with “every fucking they had”- but Scythian battle technology was not to be underestimated. He would accomplish the same goals with a mere fraction of his fleet (and a mere fraction of the annoying-as-crap dicerolling).
Admiral Karr: Fire all antimatter projectors.
Even though a majority of the antimatter projectors missed, a few found the target, and combined with the other smaller auxiliary turrets spread throughout the Emperor- those few streams of magnetically-guided pure antimatter detonated with the substance of the mutated pink ray and rivaled a small nuklear option in scale and brilliance.
As the explosion subsided, a few superheated glowing remnants of the ray remained, all other parts literally annihilated in the previous destruction.
The rest of the fleet was not content to merely watch and let their flagship outshine them, however.
Though not as impressive of a display as the Emperor’s, for their small firepower the fighters and frigates managed to massacre a decent number of Brikthulic piranhas.
The USA fleet moves up a little and readies its weapons.
Leading to a few destroyers and frigates ripping apart another mutated manta ray. Things are not going too well for the Brikthulhoid abominations.
They do, however, receive their promised reinforcements, including a host of more-effective ranged units.
Kill Table wrote:Praetorians: 1
Brikthulhu’s Minions: 0
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