"This report is ok"
-Smoked Pork, on YRM's WW3FFA reports.
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| XENOCIDE - Continued | | | Author: | | | IP: | webcacheXXXX | | Date: | 07/30/01 10:07 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 4, Max: 10, Min: 9
Lifetime Rating for |]agomar: 8.6667 |   |
Now only three commanders are left upon the huge, battle-scarred land. Both the Terran Kath and the Cerebrate -Hexon- have fleshed out substancial empires for themselves. Curious as to their status, I send a plethora of observers scattering in all directions, and soon enough my confidence as a late game Protoss with a couple working expos dissapears like the morning dew. It seems that the brown minions have taken the entire South, the bottom center, and a good chunk of the West. Their newest expo is busily being brought into full operation at the Zerg raised ground island I reaver dropped just ten or so minutes before.
Shocked, I send a drop squad of double reavers and two goons to smash that base before the command center is even completed. Unfortunately, however, Kath reinforces just before I arrived, and I'm owned brutally by a load of tanks and quite alot of infantry. It doesn't even deserve its own picture.
I'm doing quite badly, since brown has just started another newer expansion, and I just executed a good-sized failed drop. Let's have a big status report about now.
I resolve to stay on the offensive, since an aggressive player usually triumphs over one on the defensive. Rallying a massive militia of goons and dark templar to the center ( I don't have any reavers left ), I stab down the center of the map to attack that spanking new brown base. My spidery, 20-ton goons plow out of the jungle and pummel the first Terran infantry that comes my way. Suddenly, however, the defeaning roar of acrilite fire thunders across the landscape, and soon the forest is turned to a blazing inferno all around my stalwart goons. I run my goons over to the tanks, using their splash damage against them as I continue to batter them with plasma bolts. Suddenly a squadron of a half dozen or so cloaked wraiths hurtles in low over the trees and blasts my few remaining warriors with their crippling little lasers. Once again, I am bitterly repulsed, and now the entirety of my army is no more.
I'm pretty down, and decide I'd better get my act together if I'm to have any chance of defeating - or even hurting - the Terran juggernaut. Since my foe appears to be going heavy tanks, I resolve to move to air power, and the raw might of that flying, alien-looking fortress, the Carrier. A long lull goes by as both of us rebuild our shattered armies, with me taking a wraith raid to my Westernmost base, and a couple tank strikes to the central base. Neither form of attack is very serious, and I realize their main purpose to be to keep me on the defensive, and hurt my economy. I do lose quite a few probes, yet a psi storm decimates my foe's wraith squadron, while a half-dozen dark templar defeat both tank pushes with heavy loses. Now struggling for resources, and with my back to the wall, I devise a new plan to destroy my greatest opponent:
Soon enough, I have a grand fleet of double arbiters, quadruple scouts and 10 or so carriers. I am about to execute my bold and hopefully hugely destructive plan, when, suddenly, out of the blue comes a big huge load of Terran ownage.
9 Battlecruisers, four valkyries, two surviving wraiths and double science vessels come roaring out of the fog of war and descend upon my helpless central expansions. Nothing in the area can stand up to that kind of firepower, and all resistance is brutally crushed. Panicked, I rally all my ships to my main base, knowing that all but the most perfectly controlled clash between our fleets will result in a crippling loss for me. The cruisers lay total waste to my central base and any of my units hovering about the place, then roll about and thunder back towards their main.
Furious, I pursue them with all my carriers and my squadron of scouts, determined to make sure they don't get away. As my behemoths approach I realize I've forgotten my arbiters, and I send those hurtling behind to catch up. I approach the bigger Terran leviathans, and recklessly hurl my aramada into battle as my arbiters finally reach the scene. My fleet cloaks with a shimmer as the interceptors race out from their motherships, and so begins the greatest battle of the br. Lusting for vengeance I nevertheless pull my carriers back everytime the cruisers get close enough to fire, and so the battle moves forward and to the West, slamming into a couple Terran buildings. My scouts quickly dispatch of any valks and all the wraiths before being crushed in turn by cruiser fire.
Massive lasers slice into the curving sides of my carriers, and a quick emp erased the shields for half my fleet. My arbiters are crushed in turn, yet suddenly two cruisers tumble to the ground in near unison. I've lost only a single carrier up to now, but I'm forced to make a turn ( lest I run into a human base ), and so another two erupt in mid-air. Another two cruisers are deep in the red, and so the battle moves form side to side, our numbers continually dwindling. In the end I have two heavily damaged carriers yet, and at last the final cruiser loses a wing, hurtling burning to its demise. I shout with joy, only to realize that my economy is in a worse state than ever before, and that my fleet is all but destroyed. Kanth unleashes a chorus of crazy Korean curses, outraged that his superior fleet lost to my carriers.
With only a single half-working expo left I rush to restore my middle base, and aggressively seek other expansions. With my enemy's sudden focus on cruisers on wraiths ( he must've used those all too frequent comscans to see my own fleet ), I decide to focus on ground troops, and pump out an enormous horde of dragoons from my substancial resource surplus.
Kanth launches another few strikes on my rebuilding central base, yet my surprising number of dragoons manage to dissuade any further attacks for a while. Fortunately for me, teal seems to be engaged in a heated battle with the Terran, which is going badly for the Zerg, but luckily is causing plenty of casualties on both sides, going by the chatter.
In the chaos I amass my now enormous army of goons, reavers, templar and shuttles near my rebuilt central expansion, and send one huge army of goons thrusting down South against a newly formed Terran expansion. It's my first successful attack against Kanth, as all resistance crumbles before the deadly, surging goons.
Bouyed by this recent success, I devise a bold new scheme to destroy my formidable Terran opponant for once and for all, well aware of the flaws in the previous plan:
Moving quickly, I load a couple reavers, two templar and a load of goons into four shuttles and send them sailing to the west. The massive dropforce disembark on the Terran expansion I'd tried to destroy in my very first attack against brown. Things go somewhat differently this time. Scarabs hurtle into the enemy defenses, crushing them in mere seconds, as my dragoons race into battle, guns ablaze. I don't even have to use psionic storm as I smash the base to a million fluttering pieces of debris with zero losses.
Knowing that waiting would only allow my bewildered foe to recover and retaliate, I ordered my massive dragoon army to press depper into the South, towards the 6:00 expo. My warriors Raced forward, only to meet a number of hastily assembled tanks, battlecruisers and marines patrolling the chokepoint into the base. The battle was short, but fierce. My dragoons fell in record numbers, but in the end it was brute force that won the day. For every goon that died another skittered forward, and soon enough any defense was simply overwhelmed. My minions slaughterthe base and all its working SCVs with fanatic zeal, and it was with a shock of regontition that I realized that my armies were but a step away from the enemy main!
It is a step quickly taken. My devastating dropforce hurtles in from the North in their sleek, golden shuttles, while my goon armies stab up from the South, kicking up a plume of dust in their wake. All opposition is utterly crushed, and the two militias meet up near the center of the base, vanquishing anything in mere seconds. Though I do take some losses ( inflicted by a couple well-placed tanks ), the combined force of my well-supported Protoss army is simply too much for the Terran to take. It is with a look of psychotic fury, and more than enough curses, that Kanth stumbles into a waiting dropship with his naked Korean medics and bolts up into the sky.
My greatest enemy - vanquished at last. Or, to put it correctly: 5 Koreans down, 2 to go. Let's get to the last section.
Just moments after brown's demise, I notice a little forming teal expo morphing towards the South East. A group of goons descends upon it, and, finding only light resistance in the form of a couple hydras and a lurker, demolish it within seconds.
As I begin replacing my substancial losses with a renewed fleet, I notice a yellow expansion blossoming up near 9:00 ( near his former main ). Chuckling, I send a squadron of scouts and double reavers to blow it to submission, which, shockingly, is soon accomplished.
With these two minor victories behind me, I feel confident enough to directly assault Hexon's main base. I order my fleet South, which, although dwarfed by my former armada, is still quite a formidable force. At the same time my army comes striding in from the West. Opposition, though spiritied, doesn't last long against such firepower, andmy attackers quickly slice into the opposing structures. Interceptors hurtle from their carriers, scouts scream in low to devastate sunkens with their photon blasters, while goons creep through the carnage, pummeling the Hive cluster with their deadly plasma bolts. The entire base is sacked by my blood-thirsty warriors, and now all that's left of my foes are a couple exponants scattered haphazardly across the map.
Or so I think. As the last Teal structure in his former main goes down in a blaze of glory, I notice a rather odd anomaly near my main base. It seems a huge blob of yellow has just appeared on the minimap, moving noth, it looks like . . . um . . . uh oh.
An enormous swarm of hydras, ultras, zerglings, mutalisks and, yes, even guardians sweeps over my main base like a torando, smashing every last one of my structures in that area in mere seconds. Gaping, I frantically pull in my ground armies, and regather my fleet from across the map ( I was scouting for other teal bases ). It seems Xen has been carefully amassing and hiding his minions for the decisive strike at what he considered to be the exact right time. In my panic, I foolishly order my ground troops into the fray as my carriers are still enroute. Although I micro my troops well, my templar are crushed by the guardians before they can even release their first storm. The goons smash many of the hydras, and my sole surviving archon slaughters the bulk of the Zerglings. However, in the end, my entire ground forces are brutally crushed, just as my carriers hurtle into range.
This is a different story. My scouts tear into the mutalisks, battered by hydra spines, while my big ships deal massive damage to anything that opposes them. Soon enough, yellow's mutas bite the dust - but so do my scouts, and I'm forced to retreat my five surviving carriers to the cliff edge. The hydras mill about, trying futilely to hit my behemoths, while I ravage them from above. Xen mock-retreats his hydras a couple times to try and flush out my carriers, but in the end my micro is superior, and, crushing the last of his anti-air warriors, I smash the guardians, ultras and any surviving zerglings as I pull out to defend my other expansions.
It's a tough, and crippling battle - by no means a solid rebuff. I've got to seek and destroy yellow's bases, before he hits me with another massive wave.
My observer spots the rebuilt yellow main, and I immediately set out to destroy it. Once again I meet my share of hydras, but, hugging the cliffs, my carriers deal with them approprietly. After blasting the sole spore colony the base is defenseless against my fleet, and I blow it to smithereens in short order.
Rebuilding my scouts, and adding a couple new carriers to my flotilla, I rebuild my production structures in my main base, and add a couple cannons with my large mineral surplus. Eventually, as you can see, my fleet grows quite large indeed, and I set out once again as my observers discover the final teal base and the last yellow infestation.
I split my flotilla into two roughly equal taskforces. The one heads down to Teal's base in the deep Southeast, where they meet opposition in the form of exactly three ferocious hydralisks. I don't care how vicious they are - they're about to get whooped. My interceptors hack them down to a more portable size, and so, with a final indecipherable curse, and a trickle of spam, Hexon is at last blasted to complete oblivion. He doesn't even manage to escape.
The last yellow base lies festering before the dark shadows of my other carriers. Blotting out the sun the giant battlewagons roll into battle, releasing their droves of fighters. It isn't long before the expansion crumbles and dies, and, in an eruption of blood, the entire base is burnt to a rather appetizing crisp.
At last, victory is mine, but it is with some disqust that I survey the now worthless, blackened, mined-out and battle scarred realm of Tribes. Gah - all this for nothing.
Hey, guess what - c'est tout. I guess this new text is better than the one that got erased after all. Plus it's longer, and, as I wrote this new stuff, I decide to ass a couple things that kind of make everything a bit better ( like that update thingy ).
So, no lessons learned. Go and find your own, if you want. And don't spam me for making this so difficult to load on a 56 K - heck, I made this on a 56 K, how'd you think it was for me?
Anywho, bye bye.
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