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2022.01.29 04:19 Samchangcs Ios or s20fe

I was always an android user but now using an ios for a little over 2 weeks using an old iphone X while i decide which to buy.
Im planning on hetting either s20 fe or xs max. I was sure on getting the s20fe but after all those groups i joined i keep seeing they have this issues on the screen like greenscreen and ghost touches even when its only been a year. This ipx im using was bought when it came out, aside from battery everything works well even after 3?4? years. I was planning to keep a phone for a year or two for my next purchase. So far really liking the ios but still undecided.
Insights would be nice from former android users.
Also, any big difference from iphone x xs and xs max aside from size
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2022.01.29 04:19 kiwispacemarine A Course of Action Part 78 - E-Day

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By this time, the transports had been fully loaded and were beginning to assemble in orbit. On the bridge of the ISS Poseidon, Fleet Admiral Henricks watched as the thirty-seven starships and countless shuttles of the Space Force milled around in orbit. He was anxious to be underway, but they had to wait for the bombers to complete their final attack run. Then, Command would finally give the go-code for the assault.
The bridge of the command ship was alive with activity. Space Force astronauts, wearing either the grey fatigues or olive-green space suits that were emblematic of the service, manned their stations or walked from station to station, checking that all systems were go. The hum of computers blended together with the faint whir of the life-support systems and the drone of the spacecraft’s reactor to form an almost soothing noise.
Inside the hangar of the spacecraft, where the ex-Consortium vessel’s two landing barges had once been docked, starfighters, atmospheric fighters and dropships were being prepared for the upcoming assault. Space-suited pilots either walked or were carried to their ships on small carts. Soldiers wearing Mk-III Infantry Mobility Platforms and carrying M5A assault rifles waited near their assigned dropships, idly chatting with each other or checking their weapons. Missiles were fastened onto hardpoint, bombs were loaded into racks and technicians attached ammunition belts to machine guns.
On the bridge, Admiral Henricks paced agitatedly in front of the main viewscreen, wishing that time would move faster. The ‘soothing background noise’ only seemed to agitate him further. He had just checked his watch again out of nervous habit, when alarms started blaring across the bridge.
“Report!” he shouted.
“11 Consortium vessels have just jumped out of Warpspace sir!” reported the Tactical Officer.
“Have all ships move to attack formation!” Henricks ordered, “Have the cruisers and destroyers protect the transports. Launch fighter squadrons to cover the shuttles!”
“Sir!” the Tactical Officer called out again, “I’m not picking up any weapon lock-on’s or energy build-up. They’re just sitting there.”
“Come again?” the Admiral asked, confused. The Communication’s Officer suddenly called out.
“Sir! I’m picking up a transmission from the Consortium vessels.”
“Put it on speaker.”
“Yes sir.”
There was a hiss of static as the bridge speakers were activated.
“Attention humans! This is Captain Zehltek of the Star’s Providence. We wish to defect! Please don’t shoot!”
Henricks stared at the viewscreen in disbelief, before rubbing his temples in frustration. The aliens sure knew how to pick their moments.
“Open a channel,” he ordered. When Comms signalled the link was complete, the Admiral began to speak.
“Attention Consortium vessels,” he barked in his most authoritative voice, “This is Fleet Admiral Henricks of Coalition Space Command. We are about to embark on… an important military deployment,” he said after a slight pause. No use telling them that their capital was about to be invaded, “Hold your current position and do not advance any closer, or we will open fire. Someone will be sent to deal with you presently.”
With that, he shut off the link and quickly strode to his office. He had a phone call to make.
“What do we do, General? Do we halt the invasion?” asked the Admiral. He was in a hastily-made video call with Henderson and the other members of Space Command.
“No Admiral, the invasion goes ahead as planned,” Henderson answered, “I’ll have these defectors debriefed, then, if they’re legitimate, we can put them on the last invasion wave. That should stop any incidents of friendly fire or potential sabotage, should this be another Consortium trick. We can also have the ISS Unforgetting and ISS Undying stay behind to guard them for now.”
The General prepared to end the call, “At this time, E-Day will continue as scheduled. Good luck gentlemen. Henderson out.”
SEND TIME: 12:55 E.S.T.
Admiral Henricks stared at the terminal. Quickly re-gaining his composure, he turned to the Communication’s Officer.
“Alert the fleet!” he ordered, “Final Act is ‘Go’. Codeword: Endgame.”
“Yes sir!”
The order was relayed across the assembled ships of the Space Force. Astronauts and soldiers strapped themselves into seats or braced themselves against bulkheads. Any remaining loose cargo was secured. On the bridge of the Poseidon, anyone not wearing spacesuits quickly donned them as the ship prepared for Warpspace.
“All sections report ready sir,” reported Comms.
“Roger,” acknowledged the Admiral. After taking a moment to check the seal on his spacesuit, he gave the order.
“Engage Warpspace Drive in three,”
“One. Go!”
The pilots complied, activating the FTL system and sending the giant warship towards Capital, rapidly followed by the other warships in the fleet, save for the two craft that would be staying behind to guard the Consortium defectors.
Space Force Antares-II shuttle Forceful Negotiator. En Route to Consortium Defector Flotilla.
Colonel Straker was not happy. He, out of all the military personnel on Peregark, had been roped into being the one talking to these so-called asylum seekers. The reason Command had given was that he had the most experience in dealing with aliens.
What Command had apparently failed to realise was that the only two aliens that he had dealt with on a constant basis were a cowardly, fearful idiot who squealed as soon as the interrogators had put the slightest pressure on him, and a smug, arrogant idiot whose manner made Straker want to punch him. With a rifle butt. While wearing an exoskeleton.
This, he reflected, probably didn’t make him the most qualified person to talk to a bunch of would-be defectors.
Sighing deeply as his shuttle reached the Consortium command ship, he got up from his seat and grabbed the briefcase full of documents sitting next to him. As the spacecraft docked, he put on what he hoped was a friendly expression. Moving over to the ramp, Straker waited for the crew chief to open the hatch. With a hiss of depressurising air, the ramp lowered down ominously.
Striding down the boarding ramp and flanked by a dozen grey-uniformed Space Force security soldiers, he found himself in a mostly empty hangar bay. An honour-guard of Consortium Tark warriors lined the entrance of the shuttle, while who he assumed was the ship’s commander waited to meet him.
With a sinking feeling, he saw that the commander was a Drek. The same species as the patience-trying Ambassador Vymer. Telling himself that the Ambassador was in no way an indication of the rest of the Drek species, he walked towards the alien.
“Hello,” he said in a friendly tone, “I’m Colonel Straker. I’m here to gather some details about your reason for defecting.”
Obviously, his tone wasn’t friendly enough, as the alien in front of him visibly started before answering in a voice that wasn’t quite purged of the nervousness the creature felt.
“Greetings Colonel,” the Drek replied, “It is an honour to meet you,” it said politely, “I am Captain Zehltek. Would you please follow me? We can speak in my office.”
Sighing again, and guards in tow Straker followed the Captain into the ship. This was going to be a long job.
The human fleet burst out of Warpspace in high orbit of Capital. Seconds later, the warships of the Golic Hegemony appeared, blindsiding the enemy fleet above the alien world.
The Consortium defenders were confused and disorganised due to the repeated bombing raids and the sudden disappearance of eleven vessels. Thus, they could do little more than protest as the Space Force and their allies tore into them. Fighter squadrons ripped into each other and kilometre-long warships blew their opponents apart as the two titanic fleets crashed together.
Fleet Admiral Henricks watched as the carnage unfolded, listening to the radio chatter and giving orders when needed. Looking out the viewscreen, he watched as missiles, railgun slugs, electron-polariser beams and thousands of tracer rounds were flung about with reckless abandon. The sheer volume of fire in the relatively small space meant that occasional friendly-fire incidents occurred, mostly within the disorganised Consortium fleet as they scrambled to present a defence to the sudden onslaught.
Henricks noticed a flotilla of Consortium cruisers suddenly bearing down on the Poseidon. Even as he turned to give the order to fire, he saw the flash of the cruiser’s railgun batteries open up on the incoming alien spacecraft. The ships were destroyed as the hypersonic rounds hit them, the sheer kinetic energy of the impacts vaporising whole chunks of their hulls.
Satisfied that his officers had the situation under control, he walked over to the tactical station and listened to the radio chatter.
“This is Valkyrie 4-2, I’ve got three on my tail, where’s my support?” a fighter pilot demanded frantically.
“Hang on 4-2,” another pilot replied, “We’re coming in on vector 2-7-4.”
“This is the ISS Reliant,” the voice of someone aboard one of the new R-type cruisers chimed in, “We’re commencing an attack run on the Heavy in Sector Four.”
“Have the Revenge and the Resurgent assist the Reliant,” Henricks ordered. The Comms Officer nodded and relayed the order.
“This is Hegemony frigate Tyrant’s Removal!” a translated voice suddenly screamed over the radio, “We are taking heavy fire from three Consortium destroyers! Need immediate assistance! Co-ordinates are…” There was a burst of static, followed by, “67-24-57!”
“Do we have anything in the area?” Henricks asked. The tactical officer checked.
“The Unforgiving and a flight of Starfighter-II’s”, he replied.
“Order them to assist,” the Admiral instructed. Looking back at the display, he watched as blue and red triangles did their best to wipe out each other.
The Space Force had been deployed so that the cruisers and destroyers would screen the transports and shuttle formations from enemy attacks. So far, it seemed to be working. As he looked at the formation of his warships, and the deployment of the enemy ships, the Admiral had an idea.
“When are the bombers due to make their next attack run?” he asked the tactical officer.
“They’ll be emerging from Warpspace in five minutes sir,” replied the lieutenant.
“Right. Have all ships form up on the Poseidon. When the bombers arrive, I want half the formation to help us attack the Heavies,” Henricks gestured to the cluster of elite enemy warships, “The other half will attack this point here,” he pointed to a particularly scraggly section of the Consortium defences, “That should give the transports the gap they need to get down to the ground.”
The tactical officer considered Henrick’s plan. After a few seconds, he nodded his head in agreement.
“Yes sir,” the lieutenant replied.
“Tell the transports to begin their descent as soon as the bombers commence their run,” the Fleet Admiral added, “The less time we give the Consortium to react, the better.”
“Yes sir!”
Consortium Starship Star’s Providence. In orbit of Peregark.
Captain Zehltek sat in his small office that opened off the side of the bridge. Sitting across from him, flanked by two human Marines, was a human colonel. The colonel, who had introduced himself as ‘Stray-kur’, wore a smart blue uniform and had his pale-yellow hair covered by what Zehltek assumed was an officer’s cap. The human had a stern expression and seemed to regard the Drek with disdain as he listened to the former Consortium captain explain his reasons for defecting, writing down what Zehltek assumed were the important points.
The past few hours had been a whirl of activity. The humans, after explaining to him that they were about to depart on some kind of military deployment, and telling Zehltek to stay put or they’d get shot, had jumped into Warpspace, leaving two of their ships behind to guard them.
“So, to sum up,” the Colonel broke in as soon as Zehltek had finished, “You had felt uneasy about the Consortium’s aims during the war for several months, and President Kain’s broadcast convinced you to defect.”
The Captain nodded.
“I see,” Straker said, writing that down on his document, expression unchanging, “Well, Captain, I’ll give your story to Command,” he continued, getting up from the desk, “And I’ll let you know what they say.”
With that, the Colonel gathered his documents and left, his guards in tow.
Zehltek breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad the human was gone. Mostly because it meant he and his crew were one step closer to freedom. That, and because Straker terrified the living daylights out of him.
B-7 Punisher bomber Reaper-1. En Route to Capital.
Colonel Holland knew the battle above Capital would be chaotic. He didn’t realise it would be this chaotic, as Reaper-1 emerged from warpspace to what could best be described as the Apocalypse. Spacecraft of all types danced around each other, firing everything they had in order to destroy their opponents before the other side did. As he surveyed the fracas around him the radio began to hiss.
“Bomber formation, this is the ISS Poseidon,” someone’s voice echoed through Holland’s headset, “Half of your force is to assist the fleet in attacking enemy ‘Heavy’ warships. The other half are to proceed on bearing three-five-zero, on elevation minus ten, to grid co-ordinates Papa-Yankee-Quebec-three-zero-niner-niner-five-three-eight and clear an opening for the transports. How copy, over?”
“Solid copy, Poseidon,” Holland heard the voice of the bomber group’s commander reply, “All bombers listen up! Colone Holland, you are to take 1st Wing to those co-ordinates and clear a path for the fleet. 2nd Wing, form up on me! We’ll take the Heavies!”
“Yes sir,” Holland answered, “1st Wing, this is Reaper-1. You heard the General! Form up on me and let’s finish this!”
On the Poseidon, Admiral Henricks watched as the bombers split into two groups. The first group stayed clustered around the starship formation, while the other, escorted by a squadron of F-41s, proceed to the weakly-defended section of the Consortium lines.
“Signal the fleet!” he ordered, “All craft are to commence with the attack plan!”
Guns blazing, the cruisers and destroyers of the Space Force surged forwards, following the bombers as they laid waste to everything between them and the Consortium Heavies. Watching the tactical display, Henricks saw enemy warships in other sectors move out of their already shaky formation and rush to the aid of their more powerful cousins. To his delight, that included several ships in the section the second bomber formation was rocketing towards. He also saw the transports following behind the bombers, waiting to descend into the atmosphere as soon it was possible.
The enemy warships noticed the danger they were in, and formed up in a defensive position. Electron polarisers and railguns soared towards the attacking human vessels, scoring several hits despite the best efforts of the Space Force’s jamming and other electronic warfare systems.
The Fleet responded with anti-ship missiles and their own railguns, tearing chunks out of the alien spacecraft. Hegemony ships, noticing what the humans were doing, leaped into the fray. Soon, the warships were surrounded on all sides by hostile forces.
B-7s and F-41s slipped past the Consortium’s fighter screen and point defence weapons and began to unleash their missiles and bombs. Nuclear-tipped missiles from the B-7’s caused irreparable damage to the alien spacecraft, while the more conventional weapons of the fleet were able to use the gaping holes the nukes had created to their advantage, being able to strike at critical systems that would have otherwise been hidden behind armour plating.
All the while, Colonel Holland’s bomber group made it’s way to what the Admiral had picked out as the weak link in the Consortium defences. Dodging anti-space fire, missiles and railguns alike, he watched as the distance between his spacecraft and the enemy targets closed.
“Bombardier, you are clear to fire,” he said at last.
“Roger,” Lieutenant Klaus replied, “Targets locked… Firing! Fox 3!”
The four AGM-89 cruise missiles shot out from the bomb bay, each missile streaking towards a different target. The other bombers with Holland fired their own payloads, quickly filling that section of space with several dozen nuclear missiles. The Colonel quickly lowered his polarised visor as the missiles closed on their targets, lest he be blinded by the intense flash of the detonations.
When the AGM-89s impacted, it was like the Sun had suddenly appeared before the bomber fleet. An intense white light washed out everything in the windshield. Despite his visor, Holland had to look away as the blasts from the mass nuclear detonation stabbed at his retinas.
When the searing light faded away, and he looked back, he was struck by how empty the sector was. Where previously there were perhaps a dozen enemy warships and twenty space stations, there was just chunks of debris and space dust.
“Admiral, this is Reaper-1,” Holland spoke into the radio, “The way’s clear! The transports can start their landing.”
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