NationStates Jolt Archive

an attack on a listening post/communications array. Put simply it is on a planet somewhere, (maybe in your space) and it is listening in on communications and broadcasting them back to Celackain central command. It also serves as a communication array to link some celackian colonies with the Celackian capital. If it were to fall the colonies would be without a way to send for help and very defenseless until a new array would be set up. Soooooo who's interested.

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I am interested.

Damn't... Beaten by LRR... Celack, if you still want me, tell me...

HMMM two offers...... This is very good. I assume both of you both have good I.C. reasons for attacking?

Expansion/Invasion into your colonies... What better way than cut off the communications?

Sorry about the shortness of this offer, I'll post something more detailed tomorrow...

It could be spying on LRR and our allies.

It could be spying on LRR and our allies.

I'll join. I can wait for 5 Civilized to attack you, and then one attack would misfire on a Tiburonese cargo ship, making Tiburon fight both sides...

Tiburon it's on an abandonned planet. There's no place for your ship to get hit.

I could be sending something to your comm base.

Why not.....

Darn... too late.

LRR wins!

OCC: We should get them all involved.

IC:

A lone frigate runs on minimum emissions in a large orbit around a barren, desert planet not too far from Celackian space. The Franconia class pocket destroyer is painted completely black, and runs on absolutely minimum emissions.

"We will be out of range in five...four...three...two...one. We are out of the base's detection range."

Suddenly, the frigate's systems power up again. Weapons and propulsion are fully on-line, and the ship makes a fast descent to the surface of the planet.

In the mess hall, the captain addresses a group of 30 heavily armed marines clad in desert-camo battle armor.

"Today, you will prove your worth as soldiers! If we capture this outpost, we will finally have the position we need to spread our movement into the citizenry of the commie b*stards' closest friends! For god and glory, men, don't fail!"

A raucous cheer erupts from the crowd of marines, who quickly move to the airlock and prepare for action. The frigate swoops low into the atmosphere, and re-enters at high speed. It levels out and races along the surface of the desert at breakneck speed, finally slowing down and coming to a stop about 50km from the communications outpost. Crewmen rush to cover the ship with a desert-camo tarp to supplement its current camoflauge and cloaking systems. The marines jump out of the airlock and onto the sand, almost dissappearing on account of their skill in this type of operation and their camoflauge, headed towards the base on foot.

The captain looks out his viewport at the marines diminishing in the distance. I had to look in 20 seperate planets for those soldiers. They better not fail me, but of course why should they? They are as dedicated to the cause as anybody.

The captain shudders as he thinks back to that day on the base parade ground, his commodore ripping the insignia off of his uniform.

Meanwhile.....

Commander Richard Tappmann sits in his bridge chair, listening to a CD of bob dylan played over the ship's loudspeaker system. A distraught sensors operator comes rusing into the bridge from the long-range comms room.

"Sir, they've been spotted!"
"Oh, not again!"

OCC: There are several things that, if your crew lives long enough to recognize, that will easily point out that these are not LRR troops.

a. They are called marines. LRR troops are called naval infantry.
b. LRR naval infantrymen rarely, if ever use camoflauge. Their uniforms are either navy blue or a drab green, with orange stripes at the knees and elbows.
c. The marines use stealth to attack. LRR naval infantrymen would sneak up to within a few hundred meters of the post, then either radio or vocally call for the occupants to surrender and leave.

o.o.c. A couple minor notes. 1 the outside of the base has thermal imaging as does the frigae in orbit and it would likely see the ship in re-entry and warn the base. 2. 30 marines are going to get cut to pieces very, very, very quick.

o.o.c. A couple minor notes. 1 the outside of the base has thermal imaging as does the frigae in orbit and it would likely see the ship in re-entry and warn the base. 2. 30 marines are going to get cut to pieces very, very, very quick.

OCC: Instead of 30 marines, call it five stolen frigates and 300 marines. The thermal imaging sattelites have been destroyed by the frigates, let's say.

IC:

The force of marines quickly moves into the distance, through the desert to the base. These are some of the best soldiers in the galaxy. They could easily take on 3,000 LRR naval infantrymen if the infantry troopers did not have a tendancy to go into a berserk fury and machine gun everything in sight when properly motivated. The marines have lost many of their number that way. The infantry battlecry of "LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION" rings in their ears as they sleep.

"Team alpha, with me. Team beta, take the right flank of the base. Kill anyone or anything in your way. Open fire once in sight of the base."

The marines carry out these orders, their heat-dissipation uniforms shielding them somewhat from IR detection until the detectors could be destroyed. Soon the first time is in sight of the base.

"Fire."

Plasma RPG warheads arc towards all areas of the base, and plasma MG and rifle fire rakes the base's surfaces and open areas. Anyone outside would be in very grave danger. Meanwhile, the other two teams charge foreward at the base at a full run, yet silently and stealthily.

Meanwhile......

"We should be coming out of hyperspace in thirty minutes."
"Prepare the NI teams! We need to be able to arrest them before they can do more damage."

The destroyer speeds through hyperspace, unaware of the damage already being done.

The control centre was a buzz with information.

"Under attack! Auto guns 3&4 are down. 1,2,5 & 6 are still active. Bringing them up. Men get to the turrets!"

On the walls near the gate several small ports open up and laser fire starts spewing out. They starts shooting and mowing down anything in their path. They are concentrating on whatever is still firing but they are shooting 180/blasts per minutes so anything outside would be in grave danger. Slowly a port 5 meters square opens up and laser fire comes spewing out followed by another and anotehr until ten of them were openned up and firing.

The control centre was a buzz with information.

"Under attack! Auto guns 3&4 are down. 1,2,5 & 6 are still active. Bringing them up. Men get to the turrets!"

On the walls near the gate several small ports open up and laser fire starts spewing out. They starts shooting and mowing down anything in their path. They are concentrating on whatever is still firing but they are shooting 180/blasts per minutes so anything outside would be in grave danger. Slowly a port 5 meters square opens up and laser fire comes spewing out followed by another and anotehr until ten of them were openned up and firing.

Many marines are killed by the return fire, but they do not retreat. RPGs are targeted at the turrets, and plasma fire is directed into the firing ports. The marnes continue the attack, and will until every one dies.

Meanwhile......

The captain sits in his office, and monitors the situation reports from the marines.

"Uh-oh. It looks like they'll loose this one. Ensign?"
"Aye, sir?"
"Get us out of here."
"Aye, sir."

The five frigates take off, and soon exit the atmosphere. They run for the hyper-limit and prepare to hyperspace back to their main base.

While this is happening, the destroyer, LRRSV John Lennon exits hyperspace above the planet.

"Celack outpost! You are in danger of attack from a hostile force within the next 24 hours!"
"Sir?"
"Eh?"
"They're already under attack."
"Oh. In that case, Helm! Bring us into a postion where we can provide support fire."
"Right away, cap."

The destroyer swoops down on the marines, and fires on them with its ion cannons and mass drivers. The ship's two corvettes detach and land squads of naval infantry around the base.

"sir we have recieved a comm call from some friendlies....we do not knwo how they got this location or how they knew we would come under attack but they say they are going to porvide support fire."

"Fine. be cautious though. Casualties?"

"Auto guns 1,2,&5 were destroyered sir. Some marines at the turrets were killed but we have replacements. The main gate is starting to break."

"Have every man fall back to lvl and get the mechs ready."

Yes sir"

The marines soon find themselves under attack by a group of Naval Infantrymen, remarkably dangerous when armed with their traditional Ak-110 plasma rifles. They spray the marines with plasma fire, adding to the casualties from the destroyer and the Celack base.

The remaining marines attach explosives to the main gate and trigger the fuse. The explosion clears a pathway for them to enter, and the surviving marines quickly file into the base where the destroyer's ion cannons could not get to them. They fire back at the Naval Infantrymen, who come at them in a fanatical horde.

Inside the base there are two mechs armed with chainguns who fire on the marines who come spilling in. The mechs are accompanied by several celackain maries with plasma rifles who open fire.

Inside the base there are two mechs armed with chainguns who fire on the marines who come spilling in. The mechs are accompanied by several celackain maries with plasma rifles who open fire.

The marines throw grenades and launch RPGs at the LRR infantrymen and the celackian marines, but they still take heavy casaulties. The marines attempt to move into other corridors and scatter throughout the base. Unknown to them, their ships have just taken off.