Posts by odinogame

Good story, great teamwork))
Shame for defenders not to protect his teammate...

hoho) who is here... new uni same result....))
Enjoy profit))

nice deut)

Great ninja... Defenders enjoy profit.
Attacker next time be more carefull (just send more bc)))

I starts to look like fleet) Enjoy profit mate)
Defender FR

The planetary forges of Fenris, vast cathedrals of steel and ice, echoed with the rhythmic clang of hammers and the roar of plasma cutters. Here, amidst the perpetual twilight of the frozen world, the mighty ships of the Fenrisian fleet were born. Frost, his face a mask of weathered determination, stood amidst the chaos, the chill of the forge mirroring the icy resolve within him.

A comm-officer approached, his voice tight with urgency. "Commander Frost, a message. Encrypted, but the source... it's unmistakable."

Frost took the datapad, his eyes scanning the cryptic symbols. The message, when decrypted, was short, brutal, and chillingly familiar: "Old enemy returns."

A ghost from the past, a shadow from the long, bloody war against the MOFS alliance, had dared to rise again. Frost's hand tightened into a fist. "Prepare the ships," he commanded, his voice a low growl that cut through the din of the forge. "Send fuel to every colony. Watch him. Be ready to strike."

Three days passed, each moment a taut wire stretched to breaking. The Fimbulwinter, the flagship of the Fenrisian fleet, a behemoth of steel and ice, hung in orbit, its engines thrumming with contained power. In the main chamber, the leaders of the Winter Alliance, their faces grim, pored over holographic displays, mapping the enemy's movements.

"They're consolidating their forces near the Xylo system," reported a tactical officer, his voice laced with dread. "Their fleet... it's larger than we anticipated."

Frost, his eyes fixed on the display, felt a cold fury rising within him. "They think they can challenge us again?" he hissed. "After what we endured? After what we lost?"

He turned to the assembled leaders, his gaze sweeping across their battle-hardened faces. "Time," he said, his voice ringing with grim determination. "Time to strike."

"Move fleet," he commanded, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Engage at maximum velocity."

In the distant galaxy, the ancient star gates, dormant for decades, awoke from their slumber. A wave of energy pulsed through the void, and the mighty Fenrisian fleet, led by the Fimbulwinter, surged through the gates, their hulls gleaming like ice in the starlight.

The hit was devastating. The Fenrisian battle cruisers, honed to perfection in the fires of war, crashed into the enemy fleet with furious efficiency. Battle-hardened veterans, their reflexes sharpened by years of fighting against the MOFS, worked with deadly precision. The enemy fleet, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity of the Fenrisian assault, crumbled before them.

Explosions lit up the void, painting the darkness with streaks of fire and debris. The air crackled with the energy of discharged weapons, the screams of dying ships echoing across the vast expanse of space.

Frost, standing on the bridge of the Fimbulwinter, watched the carnage unfold, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. "Send recyclers," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.

He turned to the comm-officer, his eyes reflecting the burning wreckage of the enemy fleet. "Report to Fenris and the Winter Alliance," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of victory. "We are heading home."

keep going my friend, use profit wise - build some fleet)))

Tai be a man , build fleet... what a noob numbers of ships)

Enjoy profit. defender FR

Well done, enjoy profit. Attacker FR

The Fimbulwinter shuddered, not from enemy fire, but the raw power of its own weaponry. Admiral Frost, his face a mask of grim satisfaction, watched the holodisplay. The G4 Reach, a region notorious for its hidden dangers and opportunistic raiders, had just learned a harsh lesson. The arrogant fleet of the self-styled “M4D” alliance, brimming with their oversized battleships and swarms of flimsy fighters, had dared to cross the path of the Fenrisian 1st Fleet. A fatal error.

Frost’s plan had been simple, brutal, and effective. He'd feigned a retreat, drawing the M4D fleet into a narrow corridor within the asteroid field. Then, the Fimbulwinter and its accompanying cruisers and battlecruisers had turned, unleashing the fury of their plasma cannons. The M4D ships, a chaotic mix of cargo haulers, support vessels, and a handful of capital ships, were caught in the crossfire. Their boasted Deathstar, a lumbering behemoth of a warship, proved no match for the Fenrisian firepower. It became a tomb for its crew, a silent testament to the folly of underestimating the sons of Fenris.

The battle report flickering on the display confirmed the utter annihilation of the M4D fleet. Their losses were staggering, their resources scattered amongst the debris field like scraps for scavengers. The Fenrisian losses, by contrast, were minimal. A few dents in the Fimbulwinter’s prow, some scorched paint on the cruisers. Nothing that couldn’t be repaired with a few hours in the shipyards.

“Another victory for the Allfather,” Frost rumbled, his voice echoing through the bridge. He glanced at the captured resources, a mountain of metal, crystal, and deuterium. “Enough to resupply the fleet ten times over. And enough to remind the rest of the g4 Reach that the sons of Fenris are not to be trifled with.”

A young officer approached, his face beaming with pride. “Admiral, the salvage teams are reporting - we got the debris field. Mainly all of them.”

Frost nodded. “Good. And a warning to any who would dare challenge the might of Fenris.” He turned back to the holodisplay, his gaze sweeping across the wreckage-strewn void. The G4 Reach was quiet now, subdued. The wolves of Fenris had made their presence known, and the galaxy held its breath.

The ice wind whipped across the landing field, biting at the exposed skin despite the thick furs. But no one noticed. 250 days of war, 250 days of frozen grief, were thawing at last. The MOFS alliance, a scourge across the galaxy, was finally broken. The combined might of the SUB_ZERO and KON alliances had proven friendship is most valuable thing in Ogame. And today, the mighty Fenrisian fleet returned home.

Ships, bearing the scars of countless battles – scorch marks like angry whispers, hulls patched with the alloys of a dozen conquered worlds – descended from the bruised twilight sky. Fenris, cold and unforgiving, welcomed them back with open, albeit icy, arms.

The crowds roared, a sound that echoed across the glacial plains. Banners snapped in the wind, a riot of colors against the monochrome landscape. Families, their faces etched with worry and hope, strained to catch a glimpse of loved ones. The air crackled with anticipation.

Frost, his face a roadmap of hard days, was the first to disembark. A hush fell over the crowd, then erupted into a deafening cheer. He raised a hand, a gesture that spoke of shared hardship and hard-won victory. Behind him, the warriors of Fenris, their eyes reflecting the light of their long-awaited homecoming, marched with weary pride.

But they weren’t alone. This victory belonged to more than just Fenris. Allies, brothers and sisters in arms, had come to celebrate. Astral and Tai Lung, ComradeT, Master Chief, Titan and Diablovce, Red Flames and Doodle, Hilk_sha and Seldon emerged from their ships, everyone a legend in his own.

The celebration was a bonfire against the cold, a symphony of laughter, tears, and shared memories. Mead flowed freely, stories were told and retold, each battle relived in vivid detail. But amidst the joy, a quiet melancholy lingered. For not everyone had returned. As the Fenrisian warriors raised their cups in a silent toast, their eyes turned to two empty spaces by the fire: Yain, Maharet and many others lost during war. Their names were whispered on the wind, a reminder that even in victory, loss was a constant companion. Mighty enemies were also remenbered : Delija, Robolovac, Vuscobich, Ameno...

The war was over. Fenris and all union worlds are free. The long winter was finally over, but the stories of those who had weathered the storm would live on, whispered in the wind, echoing through the ages and lets new battles come…

Finally I find sometime to play, looked around for something...
thank you guys for joining
Defender FR - nice defence but dont keep fleet near next time)

Astrall nice to see you here) lovely ACS... great profit

just great , friendship is most valuable thing. GG

Good job here, nice to see ACS attacks

Where to start....)) our story is long as Aries itself.
I tried few times before - always luckily come before hit... not this time...
probably its hit against most arrogant player in Aries... Where is skill ? hiting idle targets that come from v-mode... or sure-hit MD setuped by your team mates... I did not see your skill Ameno, sorry only DM usage and nice team oh and very long tongue. I must admit you have very good team from the start of uni... Sadly where are they now? You called yourself "rulers"...

But main problem defender you have no respect to oponents, take this hit as lesson: always respect oponents... and maybe next time we meet - we will be in diff situation.

dedi to my Winter team, and to all who lost fleet to Mofs.

While "rulers of universe" hide in v-mode, winter continue play...

Enjoy profit, stay vigilant...

thats the story, Harbinger thank you for revelation. its interesting to read even for side people

Great story, enjoy profit