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> In that case [fire everything](http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/19/18208/ss00151.jpg)  

That's fine- it did take a while for the Aeon horde to reach the Draconians. When the Draconians soldiers began falling, THEN the ship exploded- that leaves probably anywhere from half an hour to a full hour before the transport went up.

Not 100-megaton antimatter's worth, no, just missiles that have up to 100-megaton's worth of explosive power. Antimatter is a powerful weapon. Of course, it wasn't exactly meant to be detonated all at once while inside a ship. The good thing is that even if you get a temporary breach of their shields, and pass your lasers along as much hull as possible, the chances of NOT hitting a high explosive before the shields block you out again is very low. In tight formations, a single Draconian transport being destroyed or self-destructed would probably have a temporary EMP effect on the nearest ships, and scramble sensors and the like for any ships within a medium range (relative). And transports are slow- if they manage to ram you, that's like getting killed by a Medic bot in Robocraft.

*shrug* Make it a really really powerful nuke. yeah the Tradehouse and stuff would be gone, but wouldn't be enough to destroy a planet or a moon or anything. One of those things that's insanely expensive to do. Anyone read Raymond L. Weil? The really hard-hitter missiles in that are 100-megaton warhead range, with the less so being 50- and 20-megaton. And what's with Titan popping? I looked back over stuff, couldn't find anything about Titan. If it's a problem, i can edit my app- it's yet to be set in stone.

Hmm Go for it. I expect greatness from you! Or you can be good, whatever.

Note that I'm working on an app for a creator- someone who can make dimensional bags, or potions, or buildings, etc.

##**Finnegan's Tradehouse** The Draconians watched, more or less horrified, as the great big thingy fell out of the great big hole in the 'sky,' and began flailing around, erasing everything like a dry eraser on dry erase markers. They watched through their aircraft, through their infantry units at the Tradehouse. They were fighting valiantly, their two weapons scoring a kill each time their fired,launching the small rockets everytime a sizeable amount clumped together. Their shields held them back somewhat; they would smack into and bounce off, at the cost of more than half of the shield. As they were overwhelmed, the two heavy tanks overloaded their powerful engines, and set them to self-destruct. As the squishy eater thingies broke through the infantry units and began plopping onto the tanks, the first tank exploded. All its ammunition and highly violate fuel went off at once, incinerating the nearby feeders, and setting off the tank besides it, forcing the explosion even larger and hotter. In the sky, the three gunships were joined by a dozen more, all the ones that escaped, and were busy raining fire down on the squishy things, out of reach. After one pilot accidentally hit the **FLARE!** button and sent them flying around him, they all thought that was a good idea- each flare would light one on fire, and that one, in turned, lit another one on fire, and then another one, and onwards. As it was, each of the gunships eventually began falling, from squishy things climbing up onto buildings and then jumping onto one, then to another, and onwards. Only three escaped to retreat back to the burning ship. --- There, preparations were under way. Shuttles had been dragged out of the wreckage, two of them fine, three of them in need of minor repairs before working, and the rest totaled. A couple hundred Draconians had survived, out of a hundred thousand or more in cryosleep. As they saw the impending threat- the swarm, the Aeon Brood, they prepared themselves. Their higher-ranking soldiers and data about the strange place were loaded onto one, more important soldiers loaded onto the other. As the two dropships began to lift off, leaving behind a single Purple to organize everything, he issued new orders. As the dropship loaded with Goldy and his other two guards, as well as various green, blue, and yellow-armored soldiers, it disappeared in a flash that temporarily sucked air and everything nearby into it- presumably a portal into space, sensing that they had wanted to leave. The other dropship was flipped about, and ended up crashing nearby. As the squishy things approached, dissolving the forest, the last Purple gave an order. In a flash of light powerful enough to destroy eyes behind their eyelids and faceshields, the entire contents of the cargo ship's antimatter fusion drive, combined with all the antimatter sublight missiles that were contained within its super-secure storage, detonated. A thousand megatons of antimatter set off in a chain reaction, equaling a blast far more than any normal nuclear warhead. ((NO Aeon Brood- you will NOT win this one. Bahahhhahhahhhahahaahhahah. The Draconians had no hope of escaping against that horde.))

 By the way, didn't KeyGuy consistently say "Talk to the Banhammer," implying you're being banned, and you posted another app anyways?

Elder: His age needs to go hand in hand with his bio, and both of those with the time period. For example, a really really old vampire is more likely to be sexist and racist, but with the manners and the like from the era he had actually been in. You know? Fledgling: Your bio is modern-day life bio, and then everything goes.dark, you wake up as a vampire, and you can't remember anything except your name Local: how would they interact? I hadn't thought of this, but the big castle would probably have scary legends wrapped around it.

> And I'm back again. Finally managed to sort out the scheduling errors the school saddled me with, and managed to re-stabilize my sleep and homework-completing patterns. Expect my posting response time to decrease now. Welcome back Raidne.