The Battle for PLX35R—Air and Space

The enlisted crewelves on the Furling Unified Republic Stellar Interstellar Galactic Navy (aka SIGN) Ships of the Stars the Fay'rial and the Il'ias, and on all the battleships and their supporting crafts stood at serious attention viewing the images and listening to the words of the two young and distinguished primary-admirals speaking on the screen.

"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 elvaness/humaneness 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 nonmaterial 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 cannot deny that the Ori navy outnumbers numerically by the amount of ships, we should 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.

The commander of the lead forward Furling battleship Captain Eliit waited until his battleship was in position, s to attack the lead Ori ships. He liked the initial tactic of keeping the bulk of the Ori fleets back 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!" "And then release two incendiary-bombs right through the shield breach when you notice it form. "

His staff officer, Primary-Order-Issuor Derik relayed the much-needed specifics of the order to the Coordinators sitting at their tactical console to carry out.

Before the Furlings could finish acting on that though, the Ori ultra-large-toilet ship released an extraordinarily long sinister white searing plasma beam meant and reaching Eliit's supporting light-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 refined-looking and angular flight of planes lurched forward to try and assault the incapacitated light-cruiser which Secondary-Issuor Daril commanded.

From back behind the safety of the rows of battleships, Admiral Cirl'lan and Fey'rial directed their super-dreadnaughts 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 dradnaughts. They'd heard the assessment that the Ori ships had metallurgy which was quite weak.

Anduril Riven, rank Primary-General and commander of the hastily assembled First Expeditionary Battle Group of the Aero-SpaceFighter-Vessel-Forces ASFVF, 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 ASFVF 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 many Ori warriors in our immediate vicinity pusruing 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 upgraded P-90.

"I'm very glad you're present with us today, O'Neill. Your determination and reputation even for surface warfare makes me much more assured facing off against the mixed group of Ori warriors."

"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

This talented proven high-ranking commander was exactly the type of elfperson to overall lead the Furling fightercraft to even up the odds against

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 delegated to his Wingors. All three of the wings present quickly formed together to create a Wing-Collective, the furling term for fighter-wing forming together to engage the enemy fighters.

The Wingors of each brigade then instructed each of their medium-formation-officers to, if possible during the battle 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 wide sheet of

Young General Riven sat in the commander's chair right next to his navigator, a Flight-Leader, or Flightor, focusing in his characteristic deep battlefield pre-battle-commencement thought.

The Flightor was also pesnive. One of these thoughts 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* 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 exceptional strategical and tactical leadership. Well, whatever happens I will

Although at this point Anduril only sat observing the display at his Holo-Strat-Tac (a variously-sixed Furling technology device which simulates very accurately a visual, screen-less diorama of the battlefield situation). Riven , his mind linked to the Holo-Tac operating system.

"Let's carry forth option 1.32," he delegated to his Wingors. All three wings of fightercraft present quickly formed together to create a Wing-Collective, the furling term describing fighter-wings forming together to tactically engage their target enemy fighter-craft.

The Wing-Leaders of each wing were then heard through the common communications channel instructing each of their Squadronors to maintain their subordinate pilots arranged in this giant formation, maneuver to the rightmost Ori wing coming at them, and the other.

Admiral Fey'rial Elid was naturally feeling very safe inside her mega-dreadnaught at the back lines of the Furling. 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.

A hyperspace window opened and an Asgard-looking dreadnaught-class ship smoothly and sleekly sailed out. This particular Asgard ship had the Asgard hammer-theme for its design. 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.

Supreme Commander Thor wasn'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 Dreadnaught-stationed aid, young Captain Savekn 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 saw the split-screen images of Feyrial Elid and Cir'lan Andrir.

"Greetings to you, Supreme Commander" Cir'lan Andrir started the conversation.

"Greetings, Primary-Admirals" 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 , in his front lines 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 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 Action Missiles."