Chapter 9
The Battle for Vaerysia: Space and Air
Furling Navy Combat Vessel Formation
Orbit Over Vaerysia
First Hours of the Furling-Ori War
A hastily-assembled Furling battlegroup of two level-2 dreadnought-class vessels, eight battleship-class vessels, sixteen heavy-battlecruiser-class vessels, sixteen medium-battlecruiser-class vessels, sixteen light-battlecruiser, and sixteen frigate-class vessels was standing off against the entire Orisian fleet that had arrived just minutes before.
Due to the fact that the Furling Armed Warfare Services (FAWS) would've been leaving vital area open to attack from their other enemies if they'd moved the more starships from there, the these limited crew and limited vessel numbers defending against this first wave of Orisians intending to teach these recalcitrant invitees to the reliigon of Origin a lesson about what happen to those who wouldn't heed the wisdom of the Ori gods.
The enlisted crewelves onboard the Furling Unified Republic's Stellar-Interstellar-Galactic-Naval-Service (SIGNS) dreadnoughts the Furling Republic Ships (FRS) the FRS Fay'rial and the FRS Il'erias, as well as the ones onboard all the accompanying battleships and their supporting vessels, stood at serious attention watching the view-screen images were the only ones and listening to the words of the two young and distinguished Tertiary-Admirals either in person or speaking on the screen.
Fey'rial took a deep breath before she spoke an eloquent rallying speech. "To all personnel staring down the threat of immense danger on this battlefield, Admiral Andrir and I both salute you, our courageous and valorous brothers-and-sisters-in-arms. We face an enemy people today, no less a great threat to the freedom and elvenity/ humanity respecting people of the universe. They are metaphorical cousins of our ancient allies the Ancients, but have a completely different ideology than their cousins. We are indisputably outnumbered, but we have non-material assets we may use to our great advantage. We are creative in utilizing our available battle resources, as well as more careful and less arrogant. Though we can't deny that the Ori fleet gathered to face us here today outnumbers numerically by the amount of ships, we should therefore not lose heart at all."
"Absolutely not" Cir'lan affirmed with his characteristic confidence-inspiring and calmness-causing smile. "Admiral Elid and I, along with our staff, all picked each and every crewelf enlistee based on our viewing of your distinguished service records. We would not be feeling so brave to face the enemy if we didn't have your assistance and your confidence in our leadership."
A paragraph-long message written in what were most likely Ori letters appeared in the main bridge computer-screen.
"And those who were prideful and refused to bow were made low and into dust. At the very beginning of the Oris' illustrious existence it was always so, and so shall it continue to be. Knowing this truth, will you avoid their fates by wisely pledging your souls to serve the Ori?" Daniel translated the Ori language text, which was similar enough to the Ancient language that he could make sufficient sense out of it. "You guys are probably more knowledgeable than I am in the language of your million-year-allies? Did I miss any of the message's intended essence?"
The Furling all learned at some point during their formal education how to comprehend, speak, and write, their longtime Alterran allies' language. Hence they also could
"No." Fey'rial decided.
"I believe not" Flag-Captain [ ] thought.
"I also believe not" Flag-Lieutenant[ ] replied.
Flag-Captain [ ] chuckled, completely without fear. "How interesting. Before they've even carried out a single physical attack against us, they choose to hurl verbal epithets either to increase their own confidence of achieving victory or to intimidate us, or perhaps to do both."
"Let's send back a verbal counterattack then" Fey'rial quipped confidently. "Captain [ ], why don't you take this fun opportunity to compose a witty, countering reply for us."
"Gladly. Looking forward to it." The witty captain accepted her enticing offer. He thought for a few seconds. "Communications officer, please input these following words. So have many other megalomanical god-posers claimed to harangue the inhabitants of this universe for who knows how long. The Ori may be a mighty race, which we readily admit. But they have never engaged the at least equallymighty Furling either. Our fervent passion to remain free of mind-corrupting, soul-stealing lunatic zealots is as strong and unending as your fanaticism. We seem to be experiencing a problematic clash of wills. Since neither of us will relent in our respective philosophies, we can only attempt to resolve this conflict, unfortunately, by meeting our forces in battle. We're aware that the Ori have . However, today they'd better rid themselves of the fallible. Proceed with your idiotic aggression at your own tremendous risk. We have no more to say to you regarding this matter if you continue to desire conquering this planet in which we've already legitimately established ownership. Heed our response wisely."
Orisian Armada Vessels Formation
In Orbit Over Vaerysia
First Hours of the Furling-Ori War
"What insolence they continue to show!" Upper-Prior Bartholomew announced to his onlooking bridge staff after recieving an answer to his ultimatum that was much less cooperative than he'd aimed for. "I've had enough of tolerating their propensity for rejecting the teachings of the Ori. I wish to look upon the faces of the organisms whose defiance is worse than all of those defiant heretics preceding them! Hail them immediately!"
Middle-Prior Julian was also infuriated by this showing of great insolence. "We shall do so, sir."
The Communications Officer, a neatly-dressed young man who wore attire that looked like cross between a medieval officer with some futuristic designs tyle, "Yes, sir. Right away, sir, Prior, sir." he replied with a
Furling Navy Vessel Formation
In Orbit Over Vaerysia
First Hours of the Furling-Ori War
"I believe he's been trying to defeat us by irritating and un-amusing us to death." the Flag-Captain jokingly interpreted the intention of sending the message and following up. I certainly wouldn't find
"Prior, your attempting to win this battle at the onset by utilizing the lowly tactic of annoying and boring us into a stupor I find extremely dishonorable. Have you no shame?"
Cir'lan lost his usual calm, pleasant demeanor. "We're already offended by your surprise intrusion into our territory for hostile intent. Don't add insult to injury by constantly lecturing us about the single-minded, intolerant ways of the Ori which we should allegedly adopt without delay. You would be acting very wisely to leave now while you still can. If you leave now I can promise not to assault your vessels whilst you turn and depart. If, for very unwise unsound reasons, you don't leave, now, I can promise to assault your vessels and cause your force severe mayhem while you steadfastly fight on and; I won't however. "
The Prior stomped his scepter on the metal floor of his vessel's bridge, sending out a loud "bang" which echoed throught the room as well as. His face, in response to their reply, had reddened severely to show his outraged feelings. "Infidels! Eternally unrepentant infidels! I shall, carrying out the will of the Ori in response, not allow you to live and blaspheme their names a second longer! Prepare to meet your justly-earned end, you pathetic heathen life-forms! You will join every one of them in oblivion, as you so eagerly wish."
The commander of the lead forward Furling battleship, Captain Eliit Siltaril waited until his battleship the FRS was in position, to attack the lead Ori ships. He liked the initial tactic of keeping the bulk of the Ori fleets back a good distance away until a more opportune time in the course of the battle.
"Fire one plasma-beam at the port side of each of the indicated vessels!" he yelled without any malice in his voice. "And then release two incendiary-torpedos right through the shield breach as soon as you notice one form."
His second-in-charge staff officer, Primary-Order-Issuer (aka Primary Issuer) Derik relayed the much-needed specifics of the order to the Coordinators of his Ship-Line sitting at their tactical console to carry out.
Before the Furling could finish acting on that thought, the Ori ultra-large-toilet ship released an extraordinarily long sinister white searing plasma beam meant and reaching Eliit's supporting battle-cruiser which seemed to instantaneously cause an explosion and the power channels to flicker on and off. All the lighting inside the ship and the-engine fuel release-valve emissions outside the ship ceased. A group of Ori regular fightercraft, known as [variation of Leonardo Da Vinci's utilised term for plane] flew towards it.
At the same time, a sinister-looking and angular flight of planes lurched forward to try and assault the incapacitated light-cruiser which Secondary-Issuer Daril commanded.
The deftly-manouevering crafts pelted the cruiser with the sinister infernal—looking orange fighter-sized plasma bursts. "Power disrupted for most sections of this vessel!" yelled one of Dar'il's subordinate officers.
The Ilayis's fighter-craft-bay door opened up to release tens of elegant, polished, sleek, angular Furling fighter-craft to intercept these Ori fighter-craft before they succeeded at doing even further damage.
The Ori fightercraft opened up vicious volleys of plasma pulses at the Furling fightercraft, closing the distance while continuing to shoot. The Furling fightercraft pilots didn't look at all like they were going to be trodden over by the invaders' sinister-looking fightercraft. The Furling craft seemed to be playing a game of what was known on Earth as 'chicken' in aerial warfare. They then glided gracefully around to a better vantage point and released their own light-green plasma pulses, which traveled a hell of a lot faster than those of the smug Origas's, shredding their craft by the twos. Making quick work of the large first unit of Ori craft, the entire squadron then manuevered in close formation to counterattck the
From back behind the safety of the rows of battleships, Admiral Cirl'lan and Fey'rial directed their dreadnoughts to move forwards until the very moment they arrived at the optimal safe but effective distance for broadsiding the front hull of the lead Ori dreadnoughts. They'd heard the Tau'ri assessment that the Ori ships had metallurgy which was quite weak. The two would take advantage of this knowledge by slamming their extremely heavy warships' weapons
Furling Aerial-Spacial Flightborne Combat Craft (ASFCS) Formation
Near Vaerysia's Atmosphere
First Hours of Furling-Erri War
Anduril Riven, rank Tertiary Craft-General and commander of the hastily assembled First Expeditionary Battle Group of the Aero-Space-Fighter-Craft-Service (ASFCS), was the type of battlefield commander who was so meticulous in leading his troops that he would start by estimating how many possible battles the Furling ASFCS would need to fight against its current enemy. He would always plan every single battle to achieve his desired strategic outcome in order to win the whole war. Additionally, he also tended to hypothesize his string of tactical decisions for the scenario in which his forces made the first tactical move as well as when they made the second. While trying to predict every possible was ultimately impossible, he did use doing so to be more likely and therefore his side of the battlefield was much more likely to be prepared for any surprises they encountered. The general would very much approve very much of the Earthan saying, "Chance favors those who are prepared."
"Oh, O'Neill. We will likely not encounter too many Ori warriors in our immediate vicinity pursuing us once we find ourselves landed on the planet below. But we should all prepare to do land combat with them and get ourselves to safe quarters as soon as possible. I pray we land closer to General Aelerothi's base than we do to that Upper-Prior's base. "
"Loaded and ready, Riven" O'Neill replied to his fellow fighter-craft general, re-cocking his much-upgraded P-90.
"I'm very glad you're present with us today, O'Neill. Your determination and reputation even for engaging in surface combat leads me to feel much more assured facing off against the mixed group of Ori warriors." Anduril praised Jack in response.
"Who told you of those rumors? They might be a little exaggerated for all you know. Some mistranslating can happen in the process." O'Neill tried to deflect the praise like he characteristically did all the time.
"I have happened to read the Earthan battle reports they submitted to us in which the SGC's gate-travel teams engaged the not- ground battles, and they valiantly and overwhelmingly vanquished several Jaffa groups. I've utilized my
This talented proven high-ranking commander was exactly the type of elfperson to overall lead the Furling fighter-craft to even up the odds against a vastly superior-sized Ori invading craft battlegroup.
Soon enough, a few wings of Ori fighter-vessels careened forward to test the abilities of their new enemies.
"Let's carry forth option 1.32," he OK'd to each Wing's Commander. All three of the wings present quickly formed together to create a Wing Group, the Furling ASFCS term for fighter-wings forming together, to engage the enemy fighters the most effectively.
The Chiefs of each wing-group then instructed each of their Craft Adjuters to, if possible during this first phase of the battle, to maintain their subordinates in this giant formation, with the most minimal deviation possible, then maneuver as one to the rightmost Ori wing coming at them, and use the element of surprise to spray them with a wide encompassing sheet of energy fire.
The Craft-Delegate piloting was also pensive. This junior commissioned offcier's first thought was, *Those Ori fighters look so acutely menacingly evil, I would imagine they very easily inspire their opponents piloting the opposing fighters to feel no end of righteous rage and pelt furiously with plasma bursts into microscopic shreds.*
The junior-ranking commissioned officer was truly quite a bit unnerved by viewing these Ori fighters, even glancing at them from a few hundred feet away. He thought to himself as well. *I personally have never fought foes as determined as these sinister religious zealots, if I;ve heard correct intelligence about their nature* he reflected to himself.~ But I always felt confident following General Riven into combat. While transporting the general around for four entire years, sometimes right into the most dangerous battle arenas fighter pilots had ever fought in, I have never so much as come even close to imminent dangers, all due to the venerable General Anduril Riven's exceptionally effective strategical and tactical leadership. Well, whatever happens I will stand by him.*
Furling Navy Vessel Formation
In Orbit Over Vaerysia
First Hours of the Furling-Ori War
Admiral Fey'rial Elid was naturally feeling very safe inside her mega-dreadnought at the back lines of the Furling fleet. Her highly-trusted subordinate, Quarternary-Admiral [ ], held her delegated command of the frontline during this crucial first battle against the Ori Space Navy, and that made her feel quite a few times less concerned. She was itching to release the firepower of her super-dreadnaught up close but knew that she would be contravening the regulations concerning such a high-ranking officer's safety. However, these same regulations didn't prevent her from being able to supplement the frontline officers and enlistees' offensive efforts with her own when the situation became safe enough for her to pitch in. The
A hyperspace window opened and an Asgard-looking dreadnought-class ship smoothly and sleekly sailed out. This particular Asgard ship had the Asgard hammer-theme for its design. Its 'head area' was also much longer and more isoceles-triangle-shaped than and It had fins twice as long and twice as wide as the O'Neill Class. Additionally, the fins had comparatively more of an angular shape. It also had greater amounts of small,medium, and large gun turrets than any other Asgard warship, as well as guns what would better be described as cannons. A small flotilla of O'Neill class battleships, cruisers, frigates, and destroyer classes trailed behind him.
Supreme Commander Thor and the Asgard crew accompanying him weren't going to end up missing out on this epic battle. Not that one should envy him for having the opportunity to participate in this highly perilous battle.
Supreme Commander Thor's Dreadnought-stationed aide, young Flag-Lieutenant Svekin announced "Received and Relaying a Message for Commander Thor" from Admirals Elid and Andrir." Thor had been deep in thought and so hadn't heard their communications officer make the announcement.
"Thank you, Captain" Thor replied in gratitude to his highly-trusted aid. "Opening the channel on the bridge's main screen will suffice."
He immediately saw the split-screen images of Feyrial Elid and Cir'lan Andrir appear.
"Greetings to you, Supreme Commander" Cir'lan Andrir started the conversation.
"Greetings to you, Secondary-Admirals. If you please, my rank is simply Admiral—my position is Surpreme Commander. I do not enjoy such ostentatious titles always and would prefer Admiral Thor, if you will." Thor replied in resonse. "I am very honored and feeling confident that I am waging this first war against the Ori by your side. Your reputations precede you. I believe that with your leadership the allied fleet will be able to gloriously win this first battle and drive the Ori back, allowing us collectively to strengthen our forces for the upcoming battles."
Fey'rial knew she spoke for both her and Cir'lan when she in turn said "You are too kind about our reputation, Thor. But we promise you we will not disappoint you in this battle. We're not in the habit of disappointing our allies at all during such critical junctures in military history such as this."
Captain Eliit Siltaril, in his front line first-line battleship commanders ordered another barrage of turbo-speed plasma bolts to discourage the commanders of the Ori cruisers from closing the distance. "Increase our altitude just enough for us to be able to beam-assault the closest Ori battleship on its weak topographical hull part utilizing a forty-five degree angle of fire, while continuing to dissuade them from pursuing us by assaulting them continuously with a good amount of Independent Trajectory Missiles."
The Ori Battleships began powering up both their weapon systems to unleash a second rounds of intended annihilation on their offensive heathen opponents.
"Let's start this round out by using Manuever Aia-1." Fey'rial suggested.
"Agreed. Then I strongly suggest we use Manuevers Bielt-4 or Ciu-8 depending on how they respond to Aia-1." Cir'lan then suggested.
"Very well."
The Ilaerias gripped the Ori vessel in its humongous tractor beam, pushing it I the way of an oncoming Ori Plasma Beam.
The helms-elf steered the mighty dreadnought that was the FRS Fayrial forward, expending much power to advance at such a speed, as if planning to ram the lead Ori battleship. Its bright light-green Dreadnought-Size plasma pulses, coupled with its Independent Analysis and Action Missiles (IAAMs) and the darkness- illuminating medium-shade-green Dreadnought-Size Plasma Beam were assaulting the life out of the four smaller Ori battleship-class vessels' shields. Shortly before it reached ramming-distance of the two middle toiled-ships, it executed a hard turn upwards. The Ori Plasma Beams and Plasma Pulses continued to do very insignificant damage to its layers of energy shields. The Fayrial, after gaining sufficient altitude, loosed a volley of Incendiary Plasmic Torpedos (IPTs) downwards at the normally hulking Ori dreadnought-vessel , causing it to turn in single second into a gigantic fireball, lighting up the previously-dark space around it.
Admiral Hunter's jaw hung down in amazement at his new allies' firepower which had decimated the to-date seemingly-invincible Ori vessel. *OK, I'm eternally grateful to our newfound Furling friends and allies. Our chances of survival just increased from maybe five percent to fifty percent. That ain't bad at all.*
"You're most welcome, Admiral" Fey'rial replied him, obviously implying she'd heard his thoughts. "Sorry, I don't usually read your thoughts; I am very aware of the sanctity of "
The Fayrial's crew cheered mightily, since they knew they'd just taken out of commission the most bloodthirsty of the crews intending to attack them during this battle.
A very large sub-space window opened up behind the Furling fleet. A large vessel; about twelve kilometers long, zipped out of it. This vessel clearly had Asgard aesthetic design scheme written all over it. It was . Behind it, four O'Neill-Class II vessels also came out of the window.
"Ina few moments, you shall see what this infant is capable of." Thor mentioned with pride. The Odin-Class wouldn't even flinch from a few tens of
"I believe the slang expression is "Wait til you see what these babies can do." Teal'c corrected Thor.
"Ah-yes. I'll remember the subtle variation. Thank you Teal'c for calrifying for my benefit."
"You are welcome Thor."
The Furling destroyer clearly wasn't going to stay intact much longer. The crew needed to evacuate the ship but they could still use "Engineering, please overload the primary-source power-reactors to overload in thirty seconds. Navigation, please put this vessel on automatic-steering at the highest possible speed. Engineering start beaming all personnel including yourselves to the Asgard dreadnought."
Tens of Golden-yellow transporter beam flashes came down from all the sections dematerializing their intended organic , then rematerializing inside the safe haven of their Asgard allies' humungous starship.
The Ori left line veered forwards. The destroyer, cleared of all living organisms that had been inside only moments ago, came forwards in spite of the Ori plasma weapons sending hostile volleys of their sinister-looking firepower at it. At last, it made impact with the lead Ori vessel of the left line, causing a joint chemical and physical reaction to occur, which caused the Ori hunks of starships into raging fires combusting into the and metamorphisizing what had once been might into chunks of.
So far, General Riven and company had done very well directing the dogfighting agains the Orisian fightercraft which hadn't shown much skill especially. Anduril was wondering if the Orisians had a seperate flightborne combat craft service like the Furling did too. Moving into the atmosphere, they continued to chase after the fleeing Orisian flightcraft befoer the pilots could do damage to their brethren on the ground.
Asgard Fleet Formation
Orbit Over Vaerysia
First Hours of the Furling-Ori War
The Asgard vessels currently now did have much of an assortment of combatflight-craft each, whether they were fightercraft or bombercraft. Thanks to their fighters' advanced shield, they could easily withstand even extremely large concentrations of fightercraft pelting them with rounds conitnuously. If they were facing a technologically inferior enemy such as the Go'auld, they could neglect what would be the trivial matter of this enemy sending their . But now was the time to send every single fightercrat into battle that they could. The fightetcraft exiting the hangar bays were sleek, graceful and they moved very gracefully too. Some of the best Asgard naval aviators were flying these highly manoeverable combat craft.
The fightergroups streamed towards the oncoming Orisian fightercraft, equaling their own abilities. The Asgard aviators, however, all had a rather long history of flightborne- combat.
It didn't appear that the Orisians sending in theri craft would help their armada vessels even up their losing odds against the Asgard vessels.
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