Operation Roundhammer(Attn Melkor) [Archive]

New York and Jersey

01-02-2004, 06:02

It had been planned for several months now, the war with ADK was just an excuse to deploy troops to martian soil without suspicion. The invasion against ADK martian land was never in question. The real target was of course; the martian territories belonging to Melkor. And now that the time was right and intelligence was strong on several facts, the Operation was accelerated to the point where it could begin without any hassel.

Allied Military Command, New Huntington:

General Wesley Hunter moved inside of the sandbag bunker complex stepping from the communications room over toward the planning room. Behind him an enlisted man carried a field radio, which was abuzz with chatter on the standard radio channels. A lot of it was just reports, a few messages gave credence to what was about to happen. General Hunter didn’t care though, it was late and the ruse was almost up anyway. People would begin to question soon enough why an invasion of ADK-Mars had yet to take place however those answers would be solved soon enough. When the NewArAreBee news networks asked if an invasion was about to happen General Hunter had answered them truthfully. There was no need to lie; sometimes the truth appeared to be denial.

Stopping beside of the planning table Wesley couldn’t believe how well executed this had turned out to be. Looking over toward Colonel Micklen his second in command he didn’t even have to ask anymore as Micklen said, “Our forces are in position, as are that of our allies. We are ready to strike at all three fronts, General.” Hunter nodded his head and moved from the planning table, everyone there wore sealed combat suits as the bunker wasn’t sealed against the outside elements, stepping out onto the Martian soil, he looked up toward the hazy sky calling back inside of the bunker, “Okay folks, Thunder.” The radio operator moved down onto a single knee and quickly raised the antenna and opening up the small mobile satellite dish. Switching over to the command frequency the officer screamed into the radio, “THUNDER! I say again, THUNDER!“

United Indiastan Martian Colony:

In the UIMC the largest force assembled in decades sat kilometers away from the border with Eniqcir. With the signal for the operation to begin the forces on Eniqcir’s border consisting of 2 Army Corps (3 Infantry Divisions,1 Mechanized Division and 2 Infantry Divisions 3 Mechanized) began to move transiting toward the direction of the border with Melkor. Air transports moved equipment and troops closer to the front and within an hour about 30% of the 147,000 force was on the border with Melkor. At airbases across the UIMC SA-43 Hammerheads sat on airstrips their pilots going over final checks. Each one loaded with 2-4 CBU-87 Cluster Bombs. Taxing down their respective runways a total of 100 SA-43s would take to the air on the first day of this operation.

They were being sent against targets on the border and any other targets of opportunity that they came across. The nose mounted repeating railguns would be perfect for strafing runs against exposed targets. However it was not only the guns but also GBU-24 laser guided penetrator bombs. They were ordered to take out anything on the ground that looked even slightly raised, as the mound might be a single of a potential hidden bunker or tunnel network. From what they learned from their allies they could expect tunnels underground and the only way to deal with tunnels was to use GBUs. Unfortunately unlike the CBUs, the GBUs were in a more finite supply at the moment. Until the next transport wave arrived from Earth. But few people knew that outside of military command at New Huntington and Air Force Command at the UIMC.

Mangala

01-02-2004, 06:06

Mangalan intelligence had heard rumors of the buildup, and the alert level of troops nation wide had been raised. The difference was mostly invisible to the public, but across the nation military personnel who should have been asleep were awake and in motion, manning command centers and patrolling the borders.

At Central Command the movements towards Melkor were noted and a decision was made.

"Raise the Wolfrider, I want the home fleet on alert. We may need to secure some orbital space. Also... contact Anuke, tell them we have a situation."

[edited from a tag to something as useful as I can be at this hour]

Auman

01-02-2004, 07:02

<tag> Im gonna edit this so that it has a message, Im just getting some stuff ready to post.

Steel Butterfly

01-02-2004, 07:03

Tag...and good to see you again NY&J :P

Roania

01-02-2004, 07:10

OOC: Under your orders, Elentari.

IC:

The Roanian Transports launched from Phobos as its orbit passed over the Menelmacari colony. Launching down into the thin Martian atmosphere, they glistened like dew. They slowly began landing just behind the Menelmacari/Melkori border, on the Melkori side. And then unloading commenced.

The fleet itself began to move into position behind the moon, to launch a surprise attack.

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Base Commander Terence activated the alert signal. "This is Base Commander Terence contacting Councillor Hyacinth. Come in."

The image flickered into the screen. Hyacinth looked amused. "Yes, Commander?"

"I'm ready for more troops."

"We'll have two cohorts up there soon."

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"Lord Captain, no resistance as of yet."

"Right. Be on your guard. Get our heavy equipment out."

OOC: And edited under your orders, too.

imported_Sentient Peoples

01-02-2004, 07:13

<tag>

Kajal

01-02-2004, 07:17

Aesirgronde, Cimmeria Province, Kajal Mars.

The command center of the Aesirgronde base was a flurry of activity. Obviously, they knew about Operation Roundhammer, and Kajal Mars would be damned if they didn’t participate. They had opposed Melkor’s landing on Mars in the first place, and this seemed like the best way to forcibly remove them.

As such, Kajal Mars had contacted what would compose her allies, if only because they were participating in the same operation, to inform them of what they would be able to contribute.

“This is Grand General Murasi Shenar. Today, we mark the beginning of a new era in our history… Today will be the largest military deployment that Kajal Mars has ever seen. Let’s not screw it up!”

Along the length of the border with Melkor Unchained, roughly 1.5 million troops deployed, constituting nearly half of the armed forces on the surface of mars. They were joined by four tank divisions, totaling 200 of the latest Greshe battle tanks Kajal Mars had constructed. The entirety of the border had been fortified to begin with, but now the fortifications had nearly doubled. Kajal Mars would be paying off the debt for years, but for now, all that mattered was securing the border. Along with the tanks, and increased border fortifications, the forces were augmented by thousands of Rashar Gunships, and many times more that number in troop dropships.

There wasn’t a single soldier that didn’t have a spot on a dropship.

Among these ships, there was one small set that no one even went near. There were 25 of these ships, and they were all nearly invisible to the eye. Normally, they would be a flat black, but now… They were the color of the sky. Granted, they’d be spotted, but it would be somewhat more difficult to see them if they were running on full repulsorlift.

DEIMOS. Kajal Mars’ Special Forces. These guys creeped out the Elite troops on a regular basis. They were the equivalent of Kajal’s LUNA.

They were not people you would want to meet, period.

And they had a mission to complete, while the rest of the forces waited for further orders.

The DEIMOS dropships took off and disappeared.

OOC: Think of the gunships as Spacedy-Apaches, and don't ask if DEIMOS stands for anything - I haven't made up anything that works yet. ^_^;;

Auman

01-02-2004, 08:00

Marduk and Ilritz were discussing the communique they had recieved from NY&J, Ilritz had raised his voice several times when General Rosiro was around, a Junior officer walked past him with an arm full of dataslates and commented "They been like this all day..." Rosiro's attention was suddenly drawn towards Marduk "I dont care what you have to say anymore..." it wasn't like Marduk to raise his voice like that. The conversation had quieted down to a murmur, Rosiro grew tired of waiting for the two leaders to notice him and he sauntered towards the rest of the Generals Staff. "Good evening Rosiro, hows Bekanel been treating you and your men?" said General Polosh, Rosiro sigh dejectedly as he spoke "If I knew what the pass was really like I wouldn't have accepted the mission. Refugee's, Smugglers and Seperatists...we started running out of places to bury the criminals, so we have to burn them. You should know Polosh, you served 11 years there." "Yes, Im sad to hear that its the same as I left it." Polosh spoke at length "Though, that is what to be expected in the frontier lands, men have fought and died there since the foundation of our nation and men will do the same for many years to come. Ah, Geography, why have thou forsaken thee?" Polosh's voice turned comical, General Birzo chuckled "I remember my stint in Bekanel...I was an Infantryman in Polosh's division at the time, fourteen years ago as you so fondly remember eh Lord?" Polosh's face beamed with a wide grin and he was about to speak before Marduk cut their conversation short. "Gentleman, if you'll please join us at the map table." Ilritz was fuming as a result of the day long argument he and Marduk were having. The procession was gathered around the map table, Marduk began pointing out geographical features on the tactical display and began to detail to them what was happening "I think things should be fairly obvious to you by now..."

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"Damn it!" cursed General Birzo as the transport plane jolted suddenly. "Its been far, far to long since Ive been sent on operations...Marduk should know Im not a line General, Im a god damned clerk!" Rosiro was sitting rather contently across from Birzo and Polosh. Ilritz flanked him and was stroking at his beard as he read the latest dispatches from his dataslate Polosh spoke lightly, but the sound of his voice was obscured by the engines, Rosiro cocked an ear to him and asked him to repeat what he said "I said! I have a bad feeling about this one!" Polosh had to yell now, the low oxygen content in the air was making the engines work doubly hard. "You always say that Polosh! but you are the most successful commander so far..." Rosiro's thin voice was barely heard, but Polosh had keen hearing "There's nothing wrong with a healthy sense of fear!" Ilritz sprung up suddenly, Polosh flinched and the men broke out laughing, Ilritz spoke at length "Ok gentleman. We will arrive seven to twelve hours before the most of the army strength arrives at Bekanel Pass. When they do arrive, we are supposed to sit tight and wait for authorisation from the Allied nations to pass through their territory and join the assault on Hellespontos County." Ilritz's expression was grim as he spoke, he obviously was non-to-pleased with helping former enemies, but he couldn't help but realise the importance of this operation.

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Troops moved to Bekanel Pass:

1 Armoured Division, 2 Infantry Divisions, 1 Division Special Forces and 1 Artillery Division=500,000 Troops.

800 Tanks, 800 255mm Artillery guns and various small arms, shoulder mounted weapons and mortars.

Special Forces Division is based on the Hellespontos Guard model. All 80,000 men in the Division are equipped with power armour and specialised weaponry and training...though they aren't the "best of the best" they are pretty good. Since the atmosphere on Mars is thin, air support is not relied upon as much as on other planets...so, anyone who gets attacked shouldn't expect to much air power used on them.

OOC:

This is pretty much secret, no announcements have been made that we are helping. We are going to attempt to retake Hellespontos and Roan and then we'll see where it goes from there.

Melkor Unchained

01-02-2004, 08:30

[tag. IC post forthcoming, probably not until Monday on account of the Superbowl being tomorrow :P ]

01-02-2004, 08:32

[TAG]

[IC/IC/OOC]

Shall I assist in defense, or stay out of this role play to watch it become an excellent role play?

Roania

01-02-2004, 08:41

[tag. IC post forthcoming, probably not until Monday on account of the Superbowl being tomorrow :P ]

OOC: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW GODDAMNED MUCH YOU'RE HOVERING FRIGHTENED ME?

Auman

01-02-2004, 10:52

United Indiastan

01-02-2004, 10:59

As per the arrangements, the airfields of eastern UIMC were opened to Allied air units, and the border with the Imperium had been locked down for nearly a week now. The entire colony of six million was on edge, though they were not participating in the fighting. No Indiastani units were to join the offensive, though the border gaurds were authorized to cover any retreat of Allied units back into the colony's land. Every citizen in the domes had been issued rifles, in addition to the manditory pistols that every UI citizen carried. They were nervous, but resolute.

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High above the red planet, the Inner Fleet set about it's task. Above the Imperial colonies, task forces of warships manouvered into position to block any reinforcements from landing. Ten Warlock strategic destroyers, fifteen Omega-II tactical destroyers, and another twenty Deimos medium cruisers were directed to each site, and told not to let any military traffic pass. The civilan and commercial flow was not to be disturbed, but were warned that they might be subject to inspection if they appeared suspicious. However, while they were in fact blockading the colonies, they were not. under any circumstance to fire upon Imperial vessels. Unless, of course, they were fired upon. The purpose of the exersize was to invite a standoff, which would either result in the Imperium openly attacking Indiastan vessels, which allowed for more... manouvering... with regards to military action, or to simply keep the Imperial fleet from aiding inthe ground campaign. Either result was considered acceptable.

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With the red planet burning brightly below them, the three fleet sections waited. Nothing much came their way, but as the ground campaign was just kicking off, someone down there was likely to notice their designations and intent. All defensive systems were kept online, and the fighters were set on a rotating shift, but the main guns were powered down. They could be fired up in a second, but for now, they sat silent and waited.

New York and Jersey

01-02-2004, 11:09

OOC:

No Shit eh?

So yeah, are our nations just going to drive blindly into Melkors Martian Territories and shoot anything that moves?! or are the Coalition nations going to Organize some what...I need some details. Those of which are What, When and Where , and you can TG this to me if you like, are these three fronts.

Also, how many troops...and who will be taking the credit if we are successful?

OOC:
This is gonna be my first and last OOC post on MY thread, and this is gonan explain several things.
1)No more OOC after this post unless you got a damn IC post.
2)Who gets the credit? Well General Wesley Hunter, Supreme Allied Commander,thats who.
3)Is it organized?Oh I'm sorry, who are YOU again? Because I've only told you about this a few hours ago. You have no idea how long I've planned this so keep quiet and dont ask silly questions anymore unless its IC.

The Brotherhood of Nod

01-02-2004, 11:11

The Brotherhood sends it's condoleances to New York & New Jersey and any other nation attacking Melkor's Martian colonies.

OOC: I myself won't be able to do anything, I'm a 2050-or-so nation without any space capability to speak of.

OOC2: I changed from the True Empire of the Brotherhood of Nod to the Divine Empire of the Brotherhood of Nod :wink:

Auman

01-02-2004, 11:33

OOC:

Well, Im sorry NY%J, but you ask me to join your campaign as it stars...then you tell me that you have it totally planned out, but of course. Vascilian forces are left completely in the dark...though it will have some damn good RP possibilities.

Also, NY&J, it doesn't pay to be rude to coalition partners. We wouldn't be fighting now if you had supported me against Melkor in the first place.

IC:

The transport landed, barely, at a rough, rock hewn, air strip, some ten kilometers from Bekanel Pass. Still no information had come to Aumanii units from NY&J. Ilritz smelled the reek in the air, everyone did. This is the most unprofessional campaign they've ever embarked on. Orders: 'Report to Bekanel Pass, launch attack on Hellespontos/Roan Fronts, Link up with allied forces somewhere along the line and work it out from there'. Ilritz waved the other Division commanders towards him, when they were assembled he updated the situation "We still haven't heard any news from Aumanii High Command or New York & Jersey. No definite battle plans or objectives. So far we are to seize Hellespontos/Roan and be a shining example to the alliance. Though, since communications with friendly troops has been almost nil, we will have to excersize the utmost caution...I dont want to see any friendly fire incidents and most of all I dont want to see us getting drawn into any traps. As it stands the Special forces are already inside Hellespontos reconoitering the battlefield for us. As we speak Colonel Sorgstrom is moving into the out lying settlements via the underground ammunition rail systems. We've all served in Hellespontos, its our backyard. Use your brains and hopefully most of us will make it back. Any questions gentleman?" Ilritz looked thoughtfully at the assembly, no body answered. "Ok, lets get to work then."

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Colonel Sorgstrom was stooped low in the Underground rail way, it wasn't designed for men, let alone power armoured ones, to be trapsing through it. The cramped space slowed the company down to a crawl. "Sir, do you hear that sir?" asked Trooper Oldman, Sorgstrom signalled for the men to go prone and they listened. 'Boom, doom' 'Doom, boom' "Its the sound of drums I think...the enemy are ahead. I've heard this before. Check your weapons and be prepared for anything." Sorgstrom stood up and began to march ahead.

ADK Mars

01-02-2004, 12:05

The entire Confederate Gaurd was on patrol. All border defenses were fully manned. The defenses were miles wide. Laser fences, mind fields, trenches, traps, turrets, any force attempting to cross the Martian border would have a nasty surprise awaiting them.

Confederate hovercraft were rushing everywhere. They shipped troops, supplies, and messages. The Martian Confederacy did not want war, and never had wanted war. But those Terrans and their self-destructive ways, it didn't matter to them.

The Terran menance would be driven from Mars for their insolence. They defied the mighty planet with their presence. Once this bloodshed was over, all Martians prayed that no more was to come.

In orbit of the planet the Confederate Gaurd and the various combined militaries waited. Hundreds of Upholder type vessels. Clan Frigates, Khristian Ion Frigates and Dreadnaughts, Toran-Byblos Destroyers and Carriers.

A mighty force had been arrayed. 500,000 soldier-fanatics of the Confederate Gaurd, 200,000 soldier-fanatics of the Templar Gaurd, 600,000 Khristian soldiers, 2 million clansmen, and 800,000 Toran-Byblos troops.

They were elite, one of the most advanced militaries on Mars. They would wait... Although they preferred not to fight, they were a restless people, the combined blood of patriot and fanatic pumped through them. This was not a time for diplomacy, nay, mass destruction was inevitable.

Der Angst

01-02-2004, 12:10

Light cruiser Forelle:

The sudden movements, on the martian surface were more than just 'surprising'. They were almost a shock. While the admiral who used the light cruiser as some sort of mobile base seemed to be sort of... well, nervous, the different councils in DA had another opinion regarding the matter...

For them, this was probably the best thing that could happen, a distraction from Io...

It seemed to work better than they thought it could.

01-02-2004, 12:35

*tag

The Brotherhood of Nod

01-02-2004, 12:51

The Brotherhood hereby donates C50.000.000.000 to Melkor's war efforts.

GlobalLiberationArmy

01-02-2004, 13:03

why go through their defences when u can get into their base?

worker:200
shoes for the worker:1000
gla tunnel: 800
sneak attack tunnel with bomb trucks and terrorests coming out like a never ending stream to destroy a base: priceless

why go hightech when you can go so low that you will come up on their side when you come back up!!

Knootoss

01-02-2004, 14:00

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Smuggling barge ‘Fortuyn’
Mars Orbital approach
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A small Knootian vessel in private service approached the red planet, inbound from earth.
“approaching the red planet Joop… commencing standard sweep of the surface, requesting clearance to land… holy shit!“
The calm voice of the first mate rose high with surprise as the standard sweep revealed… well, a lot…
The primitive sensors could not make out much but the screen was crowded with moving dots. Unidentified.

“What the f----!”, exclaimed the privateer running the barge, known to his men simply as Joop. “What the HELL is going on down there.”

The first mate tried to get better vision, but that wasn’t possible at this range. “There is a very unstable situation on the ground, that is unfolding very quickly. Shall I continue our approach to New Huntington?” he asked.

“No, we shouldn’t be caught in the line of fire. Reroute our approach… that Menelmacari colony there. Send a standard hailing message. And inform the navy! The KDF De Ruyter is probably still in Sunset territory for refits…”

Engaging its engines in a sparkling glow, the ship descended down onto the red planet…

((OOC: elaborate tag))

DarkSith Mars Colony

01-02-2004, 14:23

Santa Barbaran Noachia

01-02-2004, 18:19

The PrattCo Conglomerate, on behalf of it's holdings and assets in Noachia, Mars, wishes to express publically a position of total neutrality on this matter. Violation of this neutrality on behalf of any of the armed forces fighting on Mars will result in ... unfortunate circumstances... for the violator.

The Federal Government hereby echoes this policy, with the addendum that we are stepping up our armed presence on Mars to perhaps better convince any would-be aggressors of the foolhardy nature of a "short cut" or other armed excursion through Santa Barbaran territories.

The Silver Turtle

01-02-2004, 18:20

The Ineffable second and third spacefleets are moving from Terran to Martian orbit, under the command of Admiral Klack.

OOC: This has been an Ineffable tag

01-02-2004, 18:22

the 1st and 4th spacefleets are moving in to martian orbit.

all other spacefleets have been alerted and moved to defense condition red.

Tor Yvresse

01-02-2004, 19:03

Tor Yvresse

01-02-2004, 20:57

Open Message to all concerned.

While at this time we cannot send aid to the alliance we fully support our friends in New York and Jersey, and others involved in this action against the Imperium.

However of course we have concerns, we would like to quickly ensure that the forces from Auman understand quie clearly that Imeprium Interests on Mars end at the old Hellespontus Wall cross that line and you are entering our territory and we will take punitive action in defence of our lands.

Farseer Council.

[Private Message to NYNJ.]

Please find shortly a transmission of 7.5 Billion Menelmacari Credits to your nation. Think of this as repayment for an old loan, long given.

You may also find an unusual source of help incoming soon, we can spare little but what we can has been sent. Speak to the people of Menelmacar when things get strange.

Knootoss

01-02-2004, 21:13

double post

Os Sanglants

01-02-2004, 21:17

Paix de du de Henri de seigneur s'est tenu sur la barre de son examiner phare la flotte puissante s'étend avant lui. Les drapeaux ont palpité dans la brise et les voiles a fouetté comme les marins ont fait la course avec pour finir leurs préparations finales. Gleamed de lumière du soleil sur les milliers de barils de canon de bobine et de canon d'embarquement. Au dessous de lui sur le pont du 'le Platine Postérieur' ont été rassemblé les centaines de capitaines qui étaient dans ceci volent de la flotte.

"Mes amis!" il a rugi, "Aujourd'hui nous allons à la Mort et à la Gloire! Long a la face du Seigneur Sombre a ennuyé Mars. Même maintenant il les guerres avec notre allié au lieu de l'obscurité mais aujourd'hui nous porterons la lutte dans la lumière!"

Les capitaines au dessous de lui ont égayé et ont lancé leurs chapeaux dans l'air. Hardi et chaleureux tout, ils ont su que cette guerre apporterait l'honneur, la gloire, et la bonté à leurs maisons.

"Hâte de marque! Finir vos préparations et votre acier vos hommes contre l'obscurité que nous faisons maintenant face à! Nous laisser ne fait pas attention à leur speach sombre - plutôt les envoyons à leurs tombes! Pour eux ne fait pas face aux simples hommes - aujourd'hui ils feront face aux fusils de Os Sanglants!"

Henri a sauté en bas au pont et marché par-dessus à la roue comme les capitaines ont fait la course avec le dos à leurs propres bateaux. Leur n'était pas la seule flotte pour partir ce jour - les douzaines d'autres étaient de naviguer sur son signal. Par la tombée de la nuit l'avoir de Melkor brûlerait.

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Les milliers de bateaux ont commencé à faire la course avec loin vers les terres sombres comme le signal a été finalement donné. Les pensionnaires ont attendu sous les ponts - ils seraient bientôt dans le combat avec le ork et le southron. Ils saisissent les mousquets de particule et ont porté des remontants de pistolets avec un vibro-cutlass à chaque côté de l'homme. Beaucoup avaient vu que la dernière guerre et a su la méchanceté du seigneur sombre. Ils ont su aussi qu'il a été tendu mince à travers le système. Ils tueraient ses esclaves et dévastent le sien atterrit.

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Lord Henri du Paix held himself on the rail of his flagship to examine the powerful fleet that spread itself before him. The flags twitched in the breeze and the sails whipped as the sailors went shopping with to finish their final preparations. Light Gleamed from the sun on the thousands of barrels of coil cannon and off boarding cannon. To the under of him on the bridge of the 'Platinum Hind' were mustered the hundreds of captains that were in this fleet.

"My friends!" he roared, "Today we go to the Death and to Glory! Long has the face of the Dark Lord faced Mars! Even now it the wars with our ally instead of obscurity but today we will carry the fight in the light!"

The captains to the under of him cheer up and launched their hats in the air. Bold and warm all, they knew that this war would bring the honor, glory, and plunder to their houses.

"Hasten now! Finish your preparations your steel your men against darkness that we do now facing! We to leave does not do attention to their dark speach - rather let us send them to their graves! For them does not do facing the simple men - today they will face the rifles of Os Sanglants!"

Henri jumped down below to the bridge and walked by over to the wheel as the captains went hurrying to their own boats. Did not be for them the alone fleets to leave this day - the dozens of others were to sail on his signal. By the grave of the night Melkor would burn.

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The thousands of boats began racing forward towards the dark earths as the signal finally was given. The boarders awaited under the bridges - they would be soon in the fight with the ork and the southron. They seize the particle muskets and carried bracers of pistols with a vibro-cutlass to every side of the man. A lot had seen that the last war and knew the wickedness of the dark lord. They knew also as it was stretched thin through the system. They would kill its slaves and devastate his lands.

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OOC: Notre cible est la colonie de Melkor au-dessus de Mangala

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OOC: Our target is the colony of Melkor above Mangala

Thelas

01-02-2004, 21:19

Thelas

01-02-2004, 21:20

In orbit of mar, massive flashes of light signaled the arrival of the Thelasi Third fleet. Hanging in space like large spikes of black crystal, the fleet waited, and watched.

Der Angst

01-02-2004, 21:21

Der Angst

01-02-2004, 21:26

"Ok, we got clearance from NYNJ. They accept our offer."

Mr. Morden looked at the officer with... yes, with disgust. Open war has never been something he liked, it was sort of... well, yes, dangerous. An dhe was wondering if the mutual defence pact they sort of... well, had now, mere minutes after they made the offer, was worth the risk...

But it seemed that the more nationalistic parts in the government wanted to press matters... In a dangerous, a too dangerous way.

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The ineffable fleets already left a while ago, so it was upon the mars fleet to take the enemy on... about 75 ships of different size were there... and now, they begun moving... well, fifty of them, anyway. However, they wouldn`t really decide upon the upcoming conflict... They would just be the end of a battle in the minds of their commanders, a battle that started right now, a battle that would end when the real battle begins...

A part of the earth and moon fleets was on it`s way to mars, though, quickly accelerating to be there when they would be most needed... Fifty ships altogether, 1/3 of the entire fleets back in the home territories... The strategic fleet, another 75 ships, was currently between earth and venus for internal wargames, though... however, it would quickly catch up, now, that it was needed.

In any case, it was in the space between earth and mars, the most important work had to be done. Small ships, light cruisers, destroyers, none of them larger than 125m in diameter, perhaps a dozen of them, had to search for the ineffable fleet...

Once they would find them, they would have an advantage... of sorts.

The pawns begun moving, it was only a question of time until the queens would arrive on the battlefield...

Der Angst

01-02-2004, 21:28

Aelosia

01-02-2004, 21:29

Aelosia

01-02-2004, 21:37

In the space above Mars...

The gleam of the solar sails of the Aelosian ships filled the empty void of the outer space, approaching the crimson orb of the red planet. Fast and agile like birds of prey, and the bright colors of their hulls glowing like fireflies, the entire fleet lunged forward, occupying positions over the orbit of the Aelosian territory on Mars.

In the bridge of the Nimloth, the VoidStalker Class Battleship, Flagship of the third Aelosian Wrath Fleet, the Dux Admiral Atheril D'Nan was looking through the pressurized glass the approaching red surface of the fourth planet of the Solar system. Pushing a button in a console near him, full of tilting lights showing Eldar and Sindarin runes alike, he opened the comlink to the slim transports of the fleet. "Began operation "Aglareb". First step, unload the reinforcements for the Aelosian garrison on ground, then we will dissapear as fast as we came. After the last transport touches the ground, I want you to send the jamming signal to make the fleet invisible to even those fancy Menelmacari satellites. Please inform me about the Melkor's fleet position. We need to make this quick, and get out of here as soon as we can", he informed to the captains of the troop transports.

The small ships, huge yet little in comparison with the cruisers and the frigates escorting them, started to deliver the dropships in to the Aelosian Territory. Like tiny dots in the inmensity of space, the ships carrying airborne troops, armoured divisions, war material and supplies began their way down to the surface of the planet, burning their retro burners to soften the fall. Almost 100,000 men, most of them guardians and dire avengers troops, joined by an armoured airborne division and several corps of the elite aspect warriors. They will find 200,000 more of their companions already entrenched in the Aelosian border, waiting for the war to start. In total Aelosia could muster 300,000 men and almost five hundred tanks, plus the rapid assault units like the jetbikes and the Vampire Hunter bombers.

"This is the first wave. We'll cover the next one when the ShadowPrince's fleet arrives. Almost 60% percent complete of the invasion, just let me know when it's complete. Cover the dropships, and place an eye over those Vascilians bastards, should Auman help Melkor, we will attack them, even in inferiority of numbers", said the Admiral, watching all the monitors and detectors of the elaborate bridge.

Once the dropships landed, all of them, a force field of some sort surrounded the entire eldar fleet, cloaking them entirely. "Now, the fun really begins", said the Admiral as the fleet left the orbit to an unknown position...

Svarog

01-02-2004, 21:38

Capital City of Severovolost,
Taraskovyan Martian Fiefdom of Svarog,
Mars.

The newly found colony was bustling with activity. It would have seemed that it was only yesterday that the Grand Duchy and the Eternal Noldorin Empire signed the little land deed, which granted the Grand Duchy total control over the territories now dubbed as 'Svarog' against a 'little' monetary 'compensation', which caused a heart attack to two Taraskovyan budget accountants. It was not the sum that was so important. Just that never such a sum was gone in matter of seconds. At least, not in a legal 'transparent' way...

Whatever the outcome for the two accountants, the colony, named in the honor of the ancient Slavic god of fire and creator of all things, was there, quickly raising tall installations. Installation #1, which was to become the city of Severovolost, the capital of Svarog, was bustling with activity. Already the administrative center was completed. ECTOS parks and woods were implanted. Residential and other areas were being finished.

At other installations, which were to become other cities, activity was also at its highest. The entire surface part of the little territory was growing to the skies like mushrooms under the rain.

Governor Miloslav Karadzic, a descendant from an old Serbian family which immigrated to the Grand Duchy centuries ago, was walking through a long corridor, with a view out on the northern ocean of Mars. The Palace of the Governor was nearely completed. Some decorators were busy going around thinking what to do where and what ugly thingy make cute.

Out in the far, several military patrol craft went on with their duties. Karadzic followed them for a moment with his eyes and then returned his gaze upon a little folder in his hands. He was reading quickly, quickly memorizing every bit of information.

"Confirmed deployment of NYNJ forces into..."

Interesting...

"Tense situation on the border between..."

Not good...

"Possible escalation in the South Hemisphere due to massive troops movements of..."

Why should I care?

"GDODAD fleets detected on approach vectors to Mars, suggest possible interception..."

Definetely not good.

He entered his cabinet. Two decorators were standing in there, arguing what wood to use for the walls plating: ebony or oak?

- Out!

Karadzic was short and precise, as always. The two decorators jumped up, spooked by the sudden yell of the Governor, dropping their tools, pencils, holoprojectors and god knows what on the floor.

- Y-Yes, Sire!

In a second, the door was shut again. Miloslav sat into his leather armschair and tossed the folder on his table. The walls around him were sparkling with polished metal. Karadzic reached out for the comms device.

- I want Leib-Colonel Krasnov in my office, now.

- Yes, Sire.

In no longer than a minute, Leib-Colonel Alexander Krasnov, the head of the Svarog TNDF Garrison, appeared in the Governor's office.

- So, Sasha, what are the news from the front?

- Well, Sire...

- Oh, come on! Don't call me by all those procedures. Milo for you. And that's an order.

Alexander grinned and continued.

- Well, Milo, I have received word from the TSF that they will deploy a Battlegroup or two to intercept the GDODAD fleets... possibly along with some of our allies. As of the ground security, the 2nd Outer Detachment is being formed back in the Grand Duchy and should be ferried here in the course of the week. Of course, due to the interior situation they will not send more than around 50.000 men.
So far, we are shielded by Eniqcir and Menelmacari territories, so we should not expect anything bad at us right away. But as always, my men stand ready and will fight to the end.

- Good. Any news from our TDI friends?

- They are plotting something... again... It would seem the interior situation in the Grand Duchy has not hindered them in any way. They are currently busy with providing themselves eyes and ears throughout the planet.

Miloslav looked out of the window of his office, on the calm ocean. A civilian technical aircraft slowly drifted through the air towards one of the construction sites. He then looked back at the Leib-Colonel and nodded.

- That will be all, Sasha, thank you. Put your garrison on Alert 2.

The Leib-Colonel saluted in the Taraskovyan way, by kicking the heels together and bringing the palm of his hand to the right side of the forehead, and went out.

Tor Yvresse

01-02-2004, 21:46

Three vessels, all that could be spared, three Vessels one Void Stalker and two smaller Carriers, the first of the still being constructed Harlequin Fleet. Still these Three vessels had a trick that would... be rather unusual.

'Searching memory banks.... Images found. Optimising false image, preparing False Transciver information.
New names adopted,
Overlaying Image...
Image Overlayed....
Procedure complete.'

And where previously three vessels of obviously Eldar design could be seen now emerged three very different vessels, vessels that seemed to belong to the GODAD forces now racing to Mars, these Three Vessels quickly joined with the nearest fleet, sending information that they came from a small patrol force that had been redirected to the area. In everly way these vessels where the perfect copies of the ships they pretended to be... It nothing could be seen to give them away... but soon they would drop this facade... very soon infact.

OOC Information. Basically this is my Harlequin fleet once they are actually within the nearest Godad fleet they will begin to start firing on the fleet and launching fighters, all of which appear to be the fighters of the Fleet they are faking. Take your pick of which nation they are copying and which fleet they have entered. Obviously they did not pick the same nation whose Vessels they have cloned, as the ones they entered as that information would be too easy to check. Besides this way it appears an ally is stabbing you in the back....

Knootoss

01-02-2004, 21:51

OOC: events of some interest to these happenings...

Knootian-NewYork and Jersey military/economic agreement

Radio:

“… get out that banana! Get your electric banana peeler now!”

End of commercial jingle

“You’re listening to KNN world news, the headlines.

“At a summit…” the voice stops and the sound of moving paper can be heard. The voice continues, with an undertone of anxiety “…there are as yet unconfirmed reports that all out war has broken out on Mars, presumably a coalition effort against colonies on Mars held by the Dark Lord Melkor. We will have more on this story as it develops.” The paper shifts again.

“At a summit in sunny Ale-Yarok, Knootian and New York negotiators agreed on an exchange package of economic and military aid. The NYNJ military will assist in building on the Knootian fleet, providing funds in an allied effort. In return, the DDR has agreed to direct some of its development aid to the former SATO nation. Both Knootoss and New York left SATO on the same day. Six month wise, the structural economic aid given to NYNJ will come to 100-200 billion dollars, with a similar investment made into Knootian naval/space assets. For Knootoss, this makes for an added investment of anywhere from 200-400 billion euros yearly in the military.

When asked by the press, negotiators denied that this was a way to deceive the people and slush funds into other areas, instead they commented:” (voice of negotiator standing outside) “each nation simply provides the other nation with what it is good at, its perfectly normal. They have a military budget they need to spent, we have excess aid. We could of course lower taxes, but uhm… hey, there is my cab!”

“… there is more news on the Martian situation. By word of minister van Mierlo the Knootian government has expressed his ‘deep concerns’ over the expanding power of Melkor on Mars going unchecked. This is seen as moral support for what appears to be an all-out invasion of Melkorian colonial assets. He refused however to explicitly support the military action, calling war “something that should be avoided at all times. On Mars our reporter Sietske…”

Kajal

02-02-2004, 01:50

Kajal Mars Station, High Mars Orbit.

“The ground deployment is complete. Status on the construction gantries?”

“Nearly completely retracted. The fleet is ready to roll, sir.”

“Well then… Let them out.”

“Aye sir.”

For the past few months, the station belonging to Kajal Mars in orbit had looked more and more like a giant block, as construction gantries had lanced out between pylons, forming smaller bays, and while others had extended out, nearly tripling the station’s apparent size to form bays large enough to construct battleships with. The amount of mass of the station did increase a great deal… But today, most of that mass would be making it’s way into orbit.

The fleet, having been retrofitted and increased in size, began moving out of the drydocks and various bays that now surrounded the station.

The Martian Kajali 4th fleet entered orbit over Mars, with the intent to do anything it needed to in the near future. It numbered nearly 420 ships, and while they may not have been completely up to par with the latest developments… They were more then sufficient.

And as such, they hailed the other forces that were moving against Melkor, announced their presence, and requested the data necessary for them to enter an orbit that would not cause any unwanted disasters that could possibly occur were an orbit to intersect that of another fleet.

The Kajal Mars station loomed behind them before disappearing behind the planet, itself having tripled in size since primary construction finished.

It’s orbit would attempt to take it within range of all three Melkorian territories, and hopefully… it would be able to acquire firing solutions for all three. The Martian Kajali 1st fleet was behind Phobos, the 2nd fleet behind Deimos, and the 3rd fleet had been split into the battlegroups Xanthe and Cimmeria, both in geosynchronous orbit over their respective provinces (Xanthe Province being home to the Capitol Dome, Cimmeria being home to Aesirgronde), as well as Station. Station Group was obviously, with the station.

The 5th fleet had formed a sphere around the Kajal Waystation, just out of the Imperial station’s weapons range, with orders to destroy any Imperial ships that came through the subspace node the station maintained.

Fortress-3, Cimmeria Province, Kajal Mars

“Sir, all troops report in position and ready.”

“Good. Status on our spatial assets?”

“Also in position. The orbital station will be in position within five minutes. They should be launching the first strike now.”

“Send the orders out to the troops. As soon as the first bombardment ceases, have them move across the border to invade.”

“Yes sir!”

General Murasi felt anxious. Everything was going according to plan, so far.

Kajal Mars Orbital Station – High Mars Orbit

Several glistening metallic spires seemed to descend from the bottom of the station. It had been over 30 years since these particular systems had been used, and even then… only one of the systems had actually been turned on. Since then, weapons had been upgraded, and augmented, and generally, they had been painstakingly maintained, just in case.

“Fire bombardment cannons on my mark… Mark!”

The bombardment cannons, which had appeared as spires at a distance, fired, spewing massive shells towards the planet below. Then, the station waited, as the shells traveled the distance to their intended target.

The station arrived in the predetermined location of its orbit, and the plasma array fired, beating the bombardment shells to the target.

On the ground, there was the briefest moment of silence, and then thunder filled the air, as a stream of plasma slammed into the first target near the border. Then, the sound of the shells falling could be heard, and they smashed themselves into their targets, with the intent of taking out the Melkorian border defenses.

It couldn’t be said whether they were completely successful or not, but the simple shock value alone was indispensable.

The Martian Kajali army surged forward, ground forces rushing to push whatever Melkorian forces they could find back, while gunships set about destroying what they could with their missiles and plasma cannons, while others defended troop dropships that began offloading more troops in strategic areas of the battlefield. Tanks moved out, headed off to take out strategic targets of their own.

This was the moment in which the invasion would either succeed or fail. The orbiting station was now out of range.

imported_Eniqcir

02-02-2004, 05:07

Martin, as he seemed to be doing quite a bit recently, slammed his fist on the conference room table.
"Why the smeggin' heck did I not know that there was a massive foriegn military buildup on our border!"
"Well, m'Lord, we don't exactly go out there very much..."
"So? The orbitals should've picked it up! We weren't even informed!"
"Actually, that's not entirely true, it's just that we weren't explicitly informed."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Well, we got a forward from Earthside a couple days ago from Treznor, but it was rather vague. Chameleon said he though it might have something to do with military activity on Mars, but it wasn't followed up."
"And this forward said...?"
"Basically, that Treznor and certain unnamed allies were putting pressure on Melkor on other fronts, and this would be the best time to act if we wanted him off Mars, because he'd be spread thin."
"And why wasn't this followed up?"
"Earthside didn't want to risk incurring Melkor's wrath again with military action, so it was deemed irrelevant. Methinks if we had known what exactly was going on, we would've done something."
"Oh, so pass the blame to Treznor for being vague, is that it? We should've at least asked who was involved!"
"That wasn't our jurisdiction, sir..."
"I don't care whose jurisdiction it is! This is the biggest intelligence failure we've ever known! This is worse than the Darmwhir situation!"
"Which still needs to be resolved..."
"And I'd send a scathing letter to Earthside if I didn't have to worry about exactly that. Can we spare a legion or two?"
"Uh... I suppose, but-"
"Good. Make sure our border is secure, and be prepared to offer assistance, to Hades with Earthside if they disagree. We'll try to be as nonthreatening as possible. But call back Mahonri and Shem for orbital defense, just in case. I assume we've still got two Wellstones in the area?"
"Yessir."
"Keep them on alert."
"Of course, sir."

The Snel Race

02-02-2004, 05:18

Once more, we reiterate our standing warnings to the people of Mars:
Any permanent environmental damage, use of nuclear weaponry, and especially damage to Yggdrasil will be taken as explicit acts of war against the Shapers of Worlds, and the perpetrators will face the necessary retaliation.
~Shapers of Worlds~
http://timesurfer.linuxcowboy.net/Snel.jpg

The Pakleds

02-02-2004, 06:39

In the remote Green Mars region, a small dish sprang out of the "black box" and swiveled to beam a message. Seconds later, it silently withdrew.

Roania

02-02-2004, 06:52

Sargeant Henries pushed onward, leading his ten man squad on reconisence(Damn it, never could spell that word) into Melkor Territory. The Base Commander had made their aim in this quite clear.

They soon began to panic about the lack of enemy contact. Henries maintained order by shooting one of his underlings in his off hand. "All of you, calm down! We're doing this for the Prince!"

"For the Prince!" The men shouted.

Henries quicky fell to his feet, waiting for the certain attack.

None came.

"Shh..." He said, slapping another minor soldier. "It's quiet. Too quiet. There could be Orcs any where..."

<------>

The admiral checked his commisions, and then sent a coded transmission to his NY&J superior. "As per the Elentari's orders, countersigned by the Prince, we're preparing to drive into Melkori territory. Any further complications?"

Melkor Unchained

02-02-2004, 07:47

Read this, damn you all!

[ooc: ok guys.. you'll pardon me but I had some very serious domestic problems in my house last night, and the last thing I need right now is the added stress of dealing with something like this. I won't air my business in public, but some hardcore super-bad stuff went down last night [about ten minutes after my first post to this thread, in fact] that have rendered me unable to RP this particular storyline.

Don't worry, I will eventually, I just need some time, if you please. I'm hoping I'll be able to focus on something else long enough to write a post. I may tag threads here and there, and might still take place in peaceful RPs in the meantime[since they dont stress me out as much], but even that is doubtful. My brain is fried, as this business kept me up quite late last night.

Anyway, on to IC issues: I really dont have too much of a problem with this I guess, but Minas Morion will not be captured without great cost on the part of the iinvaders. It's a large stronghold, staffed by more orcs than you could shake a stick at. I'll be using my first tag on page one as an IC post eventually, as I [being the vastly outnumbered defender] am entitled to some kind of immedaite response. I've got a lot of irons in the fire at the moment, so my holdings have been on alert. Again, this thread is a case of my intel only being as good as the threads I check, which is a part of this game I'm liking less and less on account of my inability to peruse every damn thread on the forums.

I hope you all can understand: I've seen just about everyone in my house at their absolute worst and I'm still having trouble getting over it.]

Roania

02-02-2004, 07:51

OOC: Sorry, Melkor. But... everyone else is going forward, and so on, and I got caught up in it... would you like to designate someone else to do this?

((I, personally, really don't want to be involved in this thread. I came very close to refusing Menelmacar's orders. So, go ahead! Ignore the thread!))

Oh, and sorry to hear about everything, hope it all works out. Best of luck to you!

New York and Jersey

02-02-2004, 08:06

OOC:
Okay for the sake of fairness and understanding the situation, this thread is on pause until further notice.

Auman

02-02-2004, 08:11

The Federal Empire of DarkSith, and more specifically the Federated State of DarkSith Mars Colony warns against any kind of fighting on martian soil or space.

To preserve the integrity of our land, we will fight ANY side intervening in such a battle. Take your feuds out of Mars.

Melkor Unchained may have a history of aggression and recklessness but in this particular case they are the ones being unprovokedly attacked. Their presence here is, from our point of view, not worse than Menelmacari's, and even those millenia-old enemies, coexist here without overt hostility. So the fact that a non-Martian nation comes here looking for a fight against an established nation is an act of war against Mars itself.

I suggest all Martian Nations with no ties to outside nations to take a stance on behalf of our still half-tamed planet and try to interfere and stop any fight that might occur by any means necessary.

(OOC: This is a pompous tag. :))

Overlord Marduk had made his way to the press office, the room was swarming with reporters and their attendants. An aide handed Marduk a dataslate, he read it and nodded towards his underling "Good work, excellent work..." wasting no time the Overlord took his place before the podium and spoke at length. "Auman as of yet has not announced its official position in this current crisis? Troops movements to Bekanel pass might suggest to some of you that we are planning an assault into Hellespontos County, and I have to tell you all that the idea has crossed my mind once or twice, though I will tell you that nothing could be further from the truth. Auman merely made these troop movements to secure 'our' border and that of our allies against possible aggression from foriegn powers and if necessary, render humanitarian aid. That is all for today, thank you very much for attending this conference." a senior officer took up the podium and began answering questions as Marduk made his way out of the office.

----

The Special Forces Divisions had managed to seize the Underground Ammunition rail with out much of a hitch. Apparently, over the course of 6 years Melkors troops have not yet been able to find a way into the tunnels. There they waited, for any orcs stupid enough to try and take refuge here. New orders came in to Aumanii units from High Command. Those orders being: Secure Vascilian Positions and Allow none to pass, save refugee's.

The drums were still beating...

OOC:

Yeah, the whole rudeness of NY&J has forced my hand. Melkor hasn't done anything to anyone...I was stupid to have attacked in the first place. I've realised that Arda are not my enemies but Tareldanore. Yvresse has threatened to lay waste to my nation twice! no...Im not helping NY&J with a pointless war, and I suggest anyone that considers Auman a friend should stay out of this as well.

Presgreif

02-02-2004, 08:18

We have begun to mobilize our forces, and stand ready to defend Arda should the need arise. Be warned, the full weight of our wrath will be brought down upon any who would dare to do war against our ancient ally, Lord Morgoth Bauglir.

http://images.snapfish.com/3396957523232%7Ffp54%3Dwp%3E232%3B%3D77%3A%3D893%3DXROQDF%3E23234936876%3B3wp1lsi

Natalya de Greif
Empress of Presgreif Terra, Brass Rails and Gernalitily
Directoress of The Concert of High Lords
Proud and Loyal Member of G.D.O.D.A.D. and Metus

Auman

02-02-2004, 08:21

New York and Jersey

02-02-2004, 08:50

OOC:Auman, thats why you never got a response, your actions were all confidential. You never sent a reply IC and you were expecting what? For the NYNJ Commander to mind read your thoughts? Get off it.

Now this is the LAST post and then it goes paused, and I said it would for Melkor.

IC:

General Hunter looked at the transmission from Kane and turned his head to the side saying to his command staff from the Allied Command Center in Huntington, "Aww...isnt that nice, remind me to send him a fruitcake when we win this thing." A thick southern accent in his voice as he spoke he pushed the button and read the next message..."What does that say...Fetus?" Snickers coming from around the room as a Captain pipped up to response, "No Sir, it's Metus,Sir." Hunter shook his head from side to side slightly and chuckled abit to himself. "Easy mistake, that girl looks like she's a newborn and she's threatening the Republic?" One of the Colonel's called up in the distance, "We've got movement out of Earth orbit. Incoming warships." General Hunter spat on the ground at that report and closed the intel files and put them on the desk, he had planning to do still.

DarkSith Mars Colony

02-02-2004, 14:42

The Brotherhood of Nod

02-02-2004, 15:49

http://www.solcon.nl/fhjgoorman/niek/NNN2k.jpg Nod News Network - Special Broadcast

Citizens of the Brotherhood! Brethren of Kane! This is Oxanna Kristos. I am here to spread the word that our Holy Messiah, Kane, has just anounced that the Brotherhood will aid in the defense of all Metus nations involved in the war against those who unprovokedly attacked the Mars colonies of our friend Melkor. All those who came to his aid will be protected from further attacks. As I speak, transport ships are readied; planes fueled, tanks loaded. The Brotherhood's navy will escort the soldiers of Nod on their mission.

Our allies will drive the enemy off Mars; and the Brotherhood will see to it that nothing happens to our allies' territories on earth. More cowardly attacks on their lands will be met with the Brotherhood's forces! For Kane!

Tor Yvresse

02-02-2004, 15:59

Auman assume the message to be a blanket waring, that we suspect you'd attempt to take advantage of a War on Mars near the disputed lands to retake them if you like. Sheesh it's not exactly brain science to guess that what with our nations past relations.

Anyway I understand if Melkor wants to hold on this and other Threads....

New ArAreBee

02-02-2004, 16:43

[tag]

The Silver Turtle

02-02-2004, 20:44

The Ineffable 2nd through 6th fleets are preparing to aid Melkor in an y land war. The 2nd, 5th and 6th are preparing to leave TST, while the 3rd and 4th are preparing to leave Whang, the Ineffable Ardan base.

The long range surveilance ships detected the DA ships, closing in in a loose pincer formation. Looking over the data, Admiral Klack decided wat he would do. The third fleet would jump ahead to Mars, along with the main ships and carriers in the second. The assualt ships, frigates and some of the DSAs would remain though. These would accelerate to maximum sublight speed, cutting a swathe of death through the DA fleet before rendezvous-ing with the rest of the fleets.

"Those fools will never know what hit them. The second fleet's frigates alone outnumber the small group that lie ahead."

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Admiral Klack, Commander of the Ineffable Spacefleets

Santa Barbara

02-02-2004, 20:46

Auman

03-02-2004, 00:29

With no announcement, the bulk of the Imperial Fleet of DarkSith started amassing over Mars.

First to appear were sixty (60) Helios-class Battlecruisers, carrrying markings from all Federated States. Sensor scans showed they were at the full complement of troops and fighters.
At the Stations on the Zenith and Nadir in-system jump stations, warship after warship were appearing, with orders to burn at two-gee toward Mars once the fleets were gathered.

(OOC: I will detail the slower fleets when I get home. I need to consult the BattleTech Technical readouts and don't have them here.)

At approximately 21:35 Martian Standard Time, an Aumanii interdiction fleet composed of 180 vessels lead by the venerable dreadnought Yamato a transmission went out on all bands, it was short and simple, such was the pragmatism of Auman. "There will be no combat with in two hundred kilometres of Mars, any party initiating action will be fired upon."

OOC:

If United Indiastan really does want to enforce that blockade when Melkors help arrives...then he'll have to fight us as well. Im not opposed to war against Melkor, but Iam opposed to war on Mars. Take it elsewhere.

Bajon

03-02-2004, 03:53

Tag for me

Melkor Unchained

03-02-2004, 04:19

Melkor Unchained

03-02-2004, 04:20

Melkor Unchained

03-02-2004, 04:25

The response from Minas Morion was swift and terrible. For weeks, Lord Melkor had been warning Imakarum of a possible attack, though he didn't think this would be it.

The seized provinces in the south: the Hellespontos Wall and Oretga Hive were bustling with activity as the soldiers made their final preparations for the attack. The Kinslayer Bay and Gorogoroth were still largely undeveloped and could probably be taken with relatively little trouble.

Minas Morion, however, was a different story. The massive fortress, hidden under a thick cloud of smog from the Ephel Duath, was fully marshalled. Though n oone knew it yet, the stronghold was teeming with orcs--already it rivaled Utumno in size. the Tower itself was bristling with kinetic launch tubes, which were already primed and waiting. Eagerly, they searched for their targets--linking up with sats in orbit to ascertain the position of the enemy fleets. Some had already found Roanian troops on the ground to fire upon, and those unleashed their missiles. The Roanians were coming up on the Tower itself, and were soon to feel the wrath of a kinetic salvo from the Tower. and its outlying missile batteries. The missiles streaked high into sky and into low orbit, slowly gaining the momentum they needed to rain death on the advancing enemy.

Stikes on other positions were planned and would soon be underway.

No statement was made, only preparations to fire and target acquisition. Out of caves and openings in the earth around the planet, AA batteries and SAMs were rolled out.

Air cover was scrambled, but no army stirred visibly in Minas Morion, or the other two colonies.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

03-02-2004, 04:35

<tag>
OOC: I'm coming back, Auman asked me to take a look and assist but I don't understand so I'm not doing anything atm.

ADK Mars

03-02-2004, 04:59

In high orbit above Mars sat the Combined Martian Forces (CMF). Actually, just a squadron of the CMF, yet still formidable. 25 vessels, all arrayed quite nicely and eeriely awaiting any trouble that might threaten the mighty planet of Mars.

Na-Emperor Ra Tora sat in his chair on the bridge of the Prophet of Death, a Toran-Byblos Dreadnaught, and lacakdasically looked out into the depths of space as Kajali warships, Santa Barbarian trade vessels, and other normal Martian space traffic surged by their position. Business as usual.

He ran his hand through his jet black hair, listening calmly to the whirring noises and business of the bridge around him. He messed with the buttons on his uniform and gave a resounding yawn. Snafu he thought lethargically.

Ra Tora wasn't a lazy bum, but it was a lazy day. Up here eveything was quite nice. Sure there was the occasional near-collision with a Vascillian destroyer every now and then, but it was good to not be fighting.

The na-Emperor was awakened from his reverie by a shrilling beep from the sensors console in the far corner of the spherical bridge.

"Eh, what the fuck we got, Ensign?"

"Large group of vessels coming in from Terra. Should I ask them what their intentions are?"

"Hell yeah, whadaya think we're out here for?"

"This is Martian warvessel Prophet of Death to approaching vessels, please state your allegiance and intent."

"Now we just have to wait... Always waiting."

Ra Tora leaned back in his chair and took a gulp from the bottle of scotch next to him. He sighed and fell asleep, oblivious to the mad world around him.

Geweher

03-02-2004, 06:31

-tag- I don't know what's going on yet.

Sketch

03-02-2004, 06:57

New York and Jersey launch an unexpected coalition attack against Melkor Holdings on Mars.....

"Damn.......even the intel reports are starting to read like the tabloids..... Well, back to work, maybe we'll get some excitement outa this one."

ooc: in other words, tag

Auman

03-02-2004, 08:39

***TRANSMISSION***
From: Vascilian High Command.
To: SR/Geweher Military Command.
Subject: Vascilian Defence Perogatives and You.

-------

It has been common knowledge between our three great regimes that the defence of one another is the perogative of our nations. Now it seems as though war will be coming to Mars and Aumanii/Vascilian sovreignty is threatened. We call upon you, our allies, to send troops to our defense. Auman has made no plans to attack any of the warring factions, but we call upon you anyway to insure the safety of our borders as you have called us to do in the past.

The TGK war was a brief and costly action in which we came to the aid of the IMP. The war in the Death of Life states was another where we came to the defence of SR. We dont want to play this card, but, of all the nations in the world. You owe the league, and if you have any honour you will reinforce it with force of arms.

***END TRANSMISSION***

==================

Fleet commander Sanian fingered the communications rune on her command console and began to type a text message to the commander of the ADK fleet.

'Though we do not know your intentions, we ask you and you officers to allow all trade to pass unhindered. You can assume that these blockades are wreaking havoc on Vascilian economies due to our proximity to Melkorian territory. As a warning, if you do not allow trade to flow as normal, we will take action to see that it does. We have nothing to do with this conflict and we will not suffer by it. Regards

`Filomena Sanian'

OOC:

Vascilia is heavily effected by trade blockades enforced on Melkor, due to proximity. We wont pick a side until you all allow trade to flow freely...you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

If either side wants Vascilian help, then you'll have to earn it and so far NY&J isn't in my good books. Auman is effectively Neutral.

Roania

03-02-2004, 09:15

Melkor Unchained

03-02-2004, 09:19

[er.. I'm hitting your 'main forces' already]

Roania

03-02-2004, 09:45

OOC: Oops... sorry, been a long day. I'll respond.

IC: The Roanians swore, and then scrambled air superiority tactics. Firebird fighters took off into the air along the flat area designated as a runway, while the officer corp and most of the troops escaped into the heavily reinforced transports. Four out of twenty operational Firebirds had been destroyed.

The remainder circled above, looking for bombers and targetting missiles with pinpoint accuracy.

It was almost too late, as well over 5,000 Legionnares had died, reducing the Roanian Expeditionary Force by a fifth. After the bombardment had slowed, the Roanians counterattacked, powerful turbolaser batteries on Phobos shooting down into the Melkori colonies. The weapons, designed for defense against starships, lost about 8/10ths of their attacking power, but the Base Commander was banking on at least demoralising the opponent.

At the same time, the Lord Captain Commander gave the order for a retreat back over the border and into Menelmacari space, in order to receive new support from Phobos, and to prepare better defenses. She doubted that the Melkori would dare to fire into their neigbor's.

<------------->

Meanwhile, Henries and his men were steadily drawing closer to one of the three areas where Roanian mapmakers, and long distance observation, believed was an industrial area.

However, owing to the fact that Roanian interest in planetary Mars was really, really, really limited, they ended up on a huge, flat, distinctly empty plain, which had the interesting feature of having lots of grey swirls and things on the ground, which if bored people looked at in a distinct way, would resemble smoke stacks.

Henries's reaction was, succintly, "Damn it all to Hell."

OOC: The order for war took the Roanians by surprise. Can't you tell?

United Indiastan

03-02-2004, 09:53

Captain-General Noboru was unsettled with this turn of events. No Imperial fleets were in sight, but now an Aumanii was bearing down on them, and word had reaced him of multiple Silver Turtle fleets outbound from Earth. Not good. He straightened his colar, and gave the order to the comms officer aboard the INV Izumi. His message was tarnsmitted simultaniously to both the Aumanii commander, as well as his fellow Flag-Captains with the other two taskforces.

"So quick to the trigger, are we Vascilian? We have no intent to fire upon anyyone, unless fired upon first. Had your megre intelligence service done its job, you would know that we are stopping neither civilian or commercial traffic, nor are our ships anywhere near the conventional approach vectors into the VL. No, you are the aggressor here, and unless you want all of Mars coming down on top of you, we humbly suggest that you remove back to your stations, and trouble us no more. Or perhaps you'd like to make another suggestion?"

-C/G Noboru, INV Izumi

Melkor Unchained

03-02-2004, 10:01

The remaining kinetic tubes had found their target next target as it fired on them: Deimos. Dozens more of the frightening missiles were launched, slingshotting around the curvature of Mars and ganing the momentum needed to knock out the base there with a few well-placed hit.

The beams trickled tenatively through the thick smog, searing the already scarred lanscape around Minas Morion. Some parts of the Tower itself were struck and received light damage. But seeing as the bems could not pierce the rock of Angoron, the ofrtress stool largely unaffected by the barrage, it's Marshal condient that the ensuing kinetic strike would rob the Roanians of the chance to do that again.

Beneath the earth, final preparations were made to contract the Roanians. The concealed northern gate would prove useful after all--built as a contingency for conflict with Menelmacar, Minas Morion's north-facing gate was capable of unleashing a massive horde on its enemy. The massive trolls used to man the gates needed only the word from their Taskmasters and they would wrench the mighty gate open.

The kinetic launch tubes were re-loaded and primed. If Roania thought Imakarum didn't have the balls to strike at the Menelmacari colony, they'd soon be proven wrong.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Roania

03-02-2004, 10:29

OOC: Aw, come on! NO!

IC: The Roanian Fleet began to move into position, not yet broadcasting any intentions. Neither the Melkor forces or the Indians could tell what they were doing.

Meanwhile, another round of transports began to drop down towards the opposite side of Melkori territory, while the weapon fire was pointing at the others. Fast moving forces began to break out of the transports, and a missile salvo was launched from Hellbringer turrets on the gunship.

The speedy jeeps and LAVs would have escaped by the time of any melkori assault.

Roania

03-02-2004, 10:43

OOC: Um... wait a sec?

IC:

After reorganising, the Roanians began a quick return into Melkori territory from the Menelmacari territory. Their jeeps and LAVs zoomed outwards as the Lord Captains and the LCC communicated over secure channels. One of the cohorts split off to the south-east, the other to the south west.

EDITED AT MENELMACARI REQUEST: The fleet of transports took off from Roanian Space Launch, in Altara. They leapt into the speed gate, and began the preperations.

Roania

03-02-2004, 11:04

Der Angst

03-02-2004, 11:08

The long range surveilance ships detected the DA ships, closing in in a loose pincer formation. Looking over the data, Admiral Klack decided wat he would do. The third fleet would jump ahead to Mars, along with the main ships and carriers in the second. The assualt ships, frigates and some of the DSAs would remain though. These would accelerate to maximum sublight speed, cutting a swathe of death through the DA fleet before rendezvous-ing with the rest of the fleets.

[ooc: I assume you mean my 75 ships at mars, not the dozen or so light surveillance/ reconnaissance ships between earth & mars... could do a few skirmishes for them, although they would most likely run like hell before your ships are in firing range, considering that they stand a snowballs chance in hell

Btw, fleet structure: 10 battlecarriers, 25 cruisers, 40 destroyers. 280 fighters (Launched from the ships and the space station i have there), and as many drohnes. 28 of them anti- FTL thingy`s, the rest normal bomb- pumped ones.]

---

Fleet Admiral Kjaskar, a short, dark- skinned woman with short, black hair, didn´t like what she saw. They were completely outnumbered, at least according to the stats...

And the fleets coming to their help, the fifty ships from earth/ moon and, even later, the 75 ships for further behind, well... they would take time.

"Send a message to the Indiastani command. We need a few reinforcements. Since their weapons have a longer range than ours, they are supposed to back us from behind, making sure nobody gets through."

The message was sent, and now the question was... What would the actual battleplan be?

The decisions were made quickly. Since only about 20% of the DA ships had energy/ particle weapons that could endanger capital ships, while the others only had kinetics that could do that (amnd thusly needed to be very close to the enemy), the main objective was to get close enough...

The ships formed their formation, six different groups, not too close together, and even the groups were only loosely connected... they formed some sort of three- dimensional formation, like a basket, always moving, never staying at a place.

The left wing was sort of protected by the shipyard/ space station they had in Martian orbit, a sphere, 2km in diameter, it`s weapons and their extremely long range the best protection they had.

Then, the drohnes launched. Since most of the ships didn´t have the energy ressources for efficient long- range energy/ particle weapons, one used bomb- pumped drohnes, and as a matter of fact, quite alot of them. Together with the drohnes, a few fighter squadrons were launched, to attack enemy fighters and weapon turrets on the capital ships. They wouldn´t be able to destroy them, but they could weaken them.

A few drohnes, however, were special. Reacting on exotic particles that are created by FTL jumps, they would aim for the jumppoints or whatever kind of FTL would be used, and, by flooding the sector with other exotic particles, crush the jumppoint/ whatever it was, together with the ship opening it...

Of course, like the other drohnes, they would only be able to act once, until they would drift in space, being nothing but debris.

Kjaskar was the very person that ordered the drohne attack during the melkor war... at that time, they had hit mainly TST ships. Although they had lost all their drohnes, the damage inflicted had made that battle a draw. Now, this would be her second engagement with TST forces... but this time, the odds were far worse...

The tactics were clear... now, they just had to wait for the TST fleets to arrive...

---

[ooc: I would very much prefer to RP this battle (or at least the first stage) out by way of IRC, so, in the case we`re both on...]

United Indiastan

03-02-2004, 11:21

The cypher was heavily encoded, and marked as 'eyes only'. Noboru read the new orders with distaste. Apparently, GDODAD was trying to throw its weight around, and Command didn't think highly of this. The three squadrons were all to fall back to the Der Angst equatorial station, and under Noboru's command, link up with the DA fleet and stand fast. They were still ordered not to fire first, but now it was inevitable that they'd get to fight. Plans for Operation Anvil were still a-go, though. At least it wasn't all bad news...

---

It only took about seven minutes for the ships to move into their new holding pattern; thirty Warlock's, fourty-five Omega-II's, and sixty Deimos' were ready to fight, and die if needed. It was certainly a gamble, but so long as Retribution Fleet was ready, it was one that might just pay off...

Svarog

03-02-2004, 16:37

Capital City of Severovolost,
Taraskovyan Martian Fiefdom of Svarog,
Mars.

The door to the governor’s office opened and an adjutant rushed in, carrying yet an other folder. Karadzic gazed at the steadily rising pile of papers on his table. Well, at least physical paper was far better than reading the data off some holoprojection. But at days like those, he really thought about giving up his conservative traditions. He sighed and accepted the folder, the adjutant saluted and went out. Karadzic quickly went through the pages.

“Confirmed military engagement of Roanian forces by Imperium forces…”

“TST space assets detected within direct vicinity of Mars…”

“Center reports that the 2nd Outer Detachment will be sent tomorrow, numbering around 20.000 personnel…”

“TDI suggests that there is no direct threat to the Fiefdom…”

“TSF confirms arrival of two Battlegroups within Martian orbit…”

Karadzic leant back in his arms chair. It wasn’t even a month since they arrived and only a major conflict was being waged. And the thing was that he could not declare Svarog as neutral, since it was the center who decided. The colonies had a huge degree of authonomy, but when it came to war, Vigvar took the reigns in its hands…

***

TSF 1st and 2nd Battlegroups,
High Orbit over Mars.

http://www.digikitten.com/playhousev2/files/Mishgan/Thylacin.jpg

The silhouettes of two Thylacin Dreadnaughts, the TSFS “Mechta”(=Dream) and the TSFS “Plamya”(=Fire) were cruising swiftly and quickly through Martian orbit. The two fleet killers, each 1km long, carrying a vast arsenal of deadly toys, were nearing their positions. Inside the Spine of each ship, 150 hungry Wolf class assault fighters and 100 Blade class assault fighters were lusting for combat. Their pilots making the final preparations for take off upon order from the commanders.

Inside of the Chin Packs and the Nose Cone, NGF SODAT troopers and TSF Assault Troopers were readying their weaponry. Normally, this operation would not require any SODAT intervention, since those troops were meteor-dropped on the surface to operate there. But no one knew what to expect, and so the rules prescribed the SODAT contingent to be ready for anything. The TSF Assault Troops, however, were preparing for an unlikely hostile infiltration of the ship. Nobody really expected any hostile drop shuttle to make it to the hull of the ship, pierce it and debark its forces, but yet again – better be overly prepared than not prepared at all. And thusly, as one part of the TSF AT contingent spread through the ship to take key defensive positions and be ready to reinforce other groups, if need be. The other part of the contingent boarded special assault shuttles. Yet again, it was unlikely any would be launched at an enemy ship to capture it, since such operations would be suicide in heated combat but... as has been stated previously.

Both of the dreadnaughts were accompanied by a half a dozen Emerald Spire Class Cruisers each, along, of course, with a dozen of various frigates swarming around each of the dreadnaughts. All in all, it was a force of a total of 2 Thylacin Class Dreadnaughts, 11 Emerald Spire Cruisers and 21 frigates, which included everything from close support systems to drone carriers. The drone carriers, codenamed ‘NBPA-23’ Class were the longest of the frigates, while the close support/defense frigates, the ‘KBZ-12’ Class were affectionately dubbed ‘furballs’ by the rest of the fleet, due to their spherical appearance with cannons and missile tubes sticking into every possible direction. Of course, a couple of FTL-inhibitors were also in formation.

34 ships in total were currently cruising through Martian orbit. Not an overly huge force, one might say, especially since there were only 13 ‘Capital’ ships, but two Thylacins were enough to annihilate an entire enemy fleet.

The “Mechta”, flagship of the 1st Battlegroup and of the entire Taraskovyan Space Fleet, was the leader of the Taraskovyan forces for the time being. At a certain point, the two dreadnaughts broke formation and began moving on different vectors. Leib-Admiral Puchinov, the commander of the “Mechta” and supreme commander of the TSF, surveyed the officer crew, working on the command bridge. Final calibrations and preparations were being made. The ship’s BSI was constantly in touch with her ‘colleagues’ from all other ships of the Taraskovyan Task Force, giving constant reports, her synthetic voice resonating through the command bridge.

- Sire, we are soon entering rendez-vous coordinates. Should I contact the DA flagship?

The Leib-Admiral responded to the BSI immediately. He was already an Admiral when GDT was yet in the GDODAD and now they had to go against their former allies. Not that he really cared about it. Only that it was funny how times changed…

- Of course.

***

Approaching coordinates and proceeding to take position in the formation.

***

- That was short.

The Leib-Admiral grinned and smirked when he read the transmission which left his ship to go find its nest in the DA’s flagship. For now, the two Battlegroups have already been distant from each other, each Battlegroup taking position on the end of the right and left wings of the DA formation…

Kajal

03-02-2004, 17:38

Kajali 1st Fleet, behind Phobos

There had been some… disturbing navsat reports.

“Phobos Command, this is the Kajali warship Ziyal, our navigational satellites have detected multiple contacts moving towards this position. We will be moving away from the moon.”

And… they did. The Kajali 1st fleet left Phobian orbit, their engines at full thrust in an attempt to push them away from the imminent blast. Other spatial assets adjusted their orbits, allowing the 1st fleet to settle into a new trajectory.

“Sir, Station reports within firing range of the next target.”

“Good. Fire everything they’ve got. Tell them to use the targeting data from Aesirgronde if they need to.”

“Aye sir!” The comm officer turned back to his station, and fiddled with the controls. “You are cleared to fire all offense weaponry, I repeat, you are cleared to fire…”

The bombardment cannons and the plasma array that they surrounded turned their attention towards Minas Morion, and fired. The shells from the cannons would be heard as they screamed down from orbit, but the plasma stream wouldn’t.

Gorogoroth, Cimmeria Region of Mars

The Kajali forces continued their push inland, as of yet encountering no particularly heavy resistance. The border appeared almost undefended, and the entire colony thus far did, as well. As such, the Kajali hadn’t stopped to look around; The border forces remained at the Gorogoroth/Cimmeria Province border, while the main forces continued their push inland.

Their aim was to seize the regional capitol of the Melkorian colony, and the generals in Fortress-3 believed that feat would be much harder then it had been to get into the colony in the first place.

Orbital fire support would be brought upon the objective as soon as the station was in range, as it had now gotten itself to the other side of the planet, after firing on Minas Morion.

Aelosia

03-02-2004, 17:50

The Eldar Fleet appeared from nowhere, filling the void around the Mars' orbit with the slim forms of their fireflies-like silouettes. They surrounded the airspace above the Melkorian colony, choosing transport as their targets...

Aboard the Nimloth, the Flagship of the Second Aelosian Fleet, the Admiral opened all the comlinks. "Prepare the bombers and load the torpedoes, launch the torpedo salvo first, choose the transports as their targets. Then launch the bombers to clean whatever is left in the area. Avoid the engagement with the larger vessels, just be assure of destroy their supplies line", he said, pushing several bright eldar runes to charge the Aelos Last Wish engine just in case anything nasty could happens.

The NightShade Class Destroyers place themselves in the first line of the fleet, opening their torpedo tubes and launching a volley of well placed missiles against the rear of the Melko's ships, then they were replaced by the Eclipse Class Cruisers, the Carriers of the Eldar Fleet, launching their bombers to make a raid against the huge vessels of the ARDA's fleet. Even the Nimloth, the biggest ship, launched the ordnance at the enemy, the ace pilots searching for their target with the plasma bombs and the fusion charges loaded.

Their objetive were the transport and the supplies and supports ships, avoiding the contact with the big combat vessels of the Angband power...

In the Ground...

The first five hundred Swooping Hawks Airborne troops touched the ground near the Kinslayer bay, to clean the ground and establish a beachhead for the Aelosian forces coming. They spreaded through the area, trying to establish a perimeter around the landing area of the Aelosian dropships. They were elite troops, well trained and armed, with the best equipment in all the Aelosian navy, using Ellösar cloaks and heavy melta rifles.

They expected to meet heavy resistance, yet the Melkorians didn't opened fire as they arrived. "Looks like they're trying to get a last stand in Minas Morion. This will be a surprise attack, seize the area and send the signals for the dropships", ordered the captain as his men moved forward.

Aelosia

03-02-2004, 17:51

Double post...

Automagfreek

03-02-2004, 18:46

OOC: Tag for reading.

Good story so far.

Leda colony

03-02-2004, 20:03

OOC: My FTL jumps are a little different from normal. The fleet was, in fact, planning on reappearing just outside Mars orbit, on the far side of the planet (from where they were approaching). I also use slipstream tech which uses exotic matter, but that's only used for system-system travel as it's no good for pan-system travel. It doesn't work near planets.
If I can get IRC working I'll RP it there, but my IRC has, at the moment, been blocked by my firewall which is a pain. So for now, we'll have to do it this way.
And the ships are actually designed to scan an entire system, but that's with a network of drones as well. But after detecting your ships at Mars they will have scanned and detected the other ships behind, seeing as how, if I engage your ships, your other ships will be hostile.
My fleets:
Ineffable 2nd Spacefleet:

10 Jovian Storm heavy cruisers
40 Wrath Of Achilles DSAs
80 Pride Of Jupiter frigates
20 Horizon Assault Ships
200 Centaur fighters
200 Jovian Lightning fighters
100 Phoenix Atmospheric Attack Craft
1 AAC carrier
5 dropship carriers
600 Silver Shell dropships
2 EV long range surveilance ships

Ineffable 3rd Spacefleet:

12 Jovian Storm heavy cruisers
40 Wrath Of Achilles DSAs
75 Pride Of Jupiter frigates
30 Horizon Assault Ships
200 Centaur fighters
200 Jovian Lightning fighters
100 Phoenix Atmospheric Attack Craft
1 AAC carrier
5 dropship carriers
600 Silver Shell dropships
5 EV long range surveilance ships
10 Supply and Maintenance ships

However, the dropship/AAC carriers, dropships, AACs, two heavy cruisers, 8 Wrath of Achilles DSAs, and 10 frigates have remained at Earth to help Danneland in his war. Therefore, they are not with the current force. The assualt ships are carrying a full mecha complement, so there are 120 J.E.D.I. and 60 Hellfire mechas on board those as well.

IC:

Encoded Message to Melkorian Jovian Fleets, routed through Leda Colony
"We have detected large numbers of enemy vessels in orbit of Mars. We are employing a ruse in order to confuse the enemy and allow attacks from two different directions. We also currently have a slight numerical advantage. However, more ships have been detected on an intercept course with us. I request back-up from your Grav-Fleets.
http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TADbAggYw7hNnyLrO7oxaUz60iU!VtvpvwNtsnK9NlrVZMw1HXDMKx*ozMzVEu7Itrnu5gpRHtuguu6ftmPSHrS*hJVKUtIKVAG AI75MNvxgKfG6vC8X9Q/admiralklack.jpg?dc=4675450178878692752
Admiral Klack
Commander of The Ineffable Starfleets
Defender of The Ineffable Empire

The main body of the fleets jumped. Seconds later they deactivated the bubble shields. The fleet had separated itself into two sections, both behind Mars. They were both just outside the Martian gravitational field, with one "above" and one "below" Mars. In two pincer-like movements the fleets rounded Mars and closed in on the DA and United Indiastan fleets, while the frigates and assault craft hit the enemy head on. The cruisers disgorged the fighters, the frigates began swooping through all the fleets attacking enemy fighters, drohnes, and a few brave ones went right up close to the enemy slicing through them with their lasers. Just before reaching weapons range the Assualt ships deployed all the mechas, and then opened fire with all their missiles tubes, while from above and below the Wrath of Achilles did the same. Holding back, the heavy cruisers opened fire with the heavy railcannons, aiming for the largest enemy ships.

[i]From: Admiral Klack, aboard The Blue Horizon
To: Martian Warvessel Prophet of Death
Subject: RE Identification
Message:
"This is Admiral Klack aboard the STSS Blue Horizon. We serve The Great Ineffable Bob, and our alliegance in this conflict is with the Melkorian colonies, Metus and The GDODAD."
http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TADbAggYw7hNnyLrO7oxaUz60iU!VtvpvwNtsnK9NlrVZMw1HXDMKx*ozMzVEu7Itrnu5gpRHtuguu6ftmPSHrS*hJVKUtIKVAG AI75MNvxgKfG6vC8X9Q/admiralklack.jpg?dc=4675450178878692752
Admiral Klack
Commander of The Ineffable Starfleets
Defender of The Ineffable Empire

OOC2: The Blue Horizon is in fact an assault ship, so the above message would be sent from the ships approaching Mars.

Os Sanglants

03-02-2004, 23:49

La vague de bateaux a dansé par-dessus les frontières de la Baie de Kinslayer tissant dans et aime hors une tapisserie vaste qui a coulé par-dessus le paysage. Leurs arcs coupent par la brume et versé par-dessus le railings où les pirates se sont tenus à leurs stations. Ils ont scruté dans la brume, attendant d'apercevoir le premier des installations de la colonie défensives. Ils sont entrés de deux directions - le nord de leurs bases dans Tor Yvresse et sourth en manière de Mangala.

Le bateau de Henri a limité par-dessus un faîte et émergé momentanément dans la lumière du soleil brillante. L'or et gleemed argent pour un moment - tout le métal a été couvert avec les perles d'eau. Il a examiné la carte fournie des biens d'intelligence de Mangalan - son armada et cela de Montague d'Amiral manuveriaient pour faire la course avec vers les installations de Melkor connues dans une figure huit de géant. Ils marteleraient les installations avec leur canon de bobine pour une heure avant de déplacer dans simultaniously pour détruire ce qu'est resté à la gamme proche.

~

Le premier flanc a craqué comme un canon de douzaine de bobine a jeté la mort hypersonique vers l'installation de onrushing. Plus de bateaux a aligné et vidé, les équipages dépêchant se recharger les fusils pour une autre passe avant qu'ils aient ait balayé de gamme. Les pirates tenus à leurs postes regardant le sol comme ils ont balayé le passé. La carte a été supposée pour être précise, mais ils n'avait pas d'idée des défenses à sa place. Longboats a été readied pour lance - ils pourraient être eu besoin de faire un assaut de pied d'éclair contre une position de outlying qui était trop petite pour un flanc efficace.

~

"Montague de seigneur, nous n'avons pas rencontré pourtant de la résistance. Aucun orcs a été aperçu, ni n'importe quel de ces Southrons."

Montague hmm' ed à se comme il a regardé similaire entre des autres bateaux. Les drapeaux ont laissé accumuler et en bas les lignes comme ils ont passé cette information à son phare.

"Continuer avec l'action actuelle - aussitôt que nous passons le Seigneur du Paix a pour la première fois des drapeaux prêts à demander quant à un changement de projets."

~

Pas les actions de tous les pirates étaient sur la planète - nestled contre le dos d'un transporteur lourd volé dans l'orbite était un commando de Sabre seul. L'équipage préparait les ordinateurs de bateaux et annule les sûretés. Os Sanglants n'avait pas nukes ou autres les armes similaires, donc ils ont fait dû avec la plus nouvelle version du vieil a façonné le bateau de feu.

~~

The wave of ships danced over the borders of the Kinslayer Bay weaving in and out like a vast tapestry that flowed over the landscape. Their bows cut through the mist and poured over the railings where pirates stood at their stations. They peered into the mist, waiting to spot the first of the colony's defensive installations. They came in from two directions - north from their bases in Tor Yvresse and sourth by way of Mangala.

Henri's ship bounded over a ridge and emerged momentarily into bright sunlight. Gold and silver gleemed for a moment - all of the metal was covered with beads of water. He looked over the map provided from Mangalan intelligence assets - his armada and that of Admiral Montague were manuvering to race around the known Melkor installations in a giant figure eight. They would pound the installations with their coil cannon for a hour before moving in simultaniously to destroy what remained at close range.

~

The first broadside cracked as a dozen coil cannon flung hypersonic death toward the onrushing installation. More ships lined up and fired, crews rushing to reload the guns for another pass before they swept out of range. Pirates stood at their posts watching the ground as they swept past. The map was supposed to be accurate, but they had no idea of the defenses in place. Longboats were readied for launch - they might be needed to make a lightning foot assault against an outlying position that was too small for an effective broadside.

~

"Lord Montague, we have not yet encountered any resistance. No orcs have been spotted, nor any of these Southrons."

Montague hmm'ed to himself as he watched similar come in from the other ships. Flags ran up and down the lines as they passed this information to his flagship.

"Continue with the current action - as soon as we pass Lord du Paix for the first time have flags ready to enquire as to a change of plans."

~

Not all of the pirates actions were on the planet - nestled against the back of a stolen heavy freighter in orbit was a single Sabre raider. The crew was preparing the ships computers and overriding the safeties. Os Sanglants had no nukes or other similar weapons, so they made due with the newest version of the old fashioned fire ship.

Auman

04-02-2004, 03:48

***TRANSMISSION***
From: ASD Yamato, Lord Admiral Sanian.
To: United Indiastan Battle Group(Mars).
Subject: Armed Blockade.

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I dont know about you, but I find myself in stitches by your comment. Auman would be attacked by all of Mars now? for what reason? I believe that your nation is foolish for one to threaten an alliance that is most definitely for your cause. I suppose Admiral, that your skill in diplomacy, or lack there of, is only matched by your tactical ineptitude. Please sir, do not estrange your friends...keep the fight away from Mars and we wont have anything to complain about.

***END TRANSMISSION***

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Ilritz could actually see the ortillery raining into Hellespontos from his position "Bastards! defiling our birthright..." he cursed. "Five hundred thousand men and women and no orders what so ever..." "That may not be so true lord" said Ilritz's second in command as he jogged towards him "Marduk has sent new orders, we are to make for Hellespontos immediately." Ilritz perked up and spoke "Thank you for the news Colonel Jugner. Get the men mobilized and ready to go by nightfall." suddenly, as if out of no where, a flight of Aumanii strike fighters sped by.

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"Fury squadron, this is Fury leader. You know your missions, so Im not going to tell you what to do. I just want you all to know that we are the best that Auman has to offer, and no god damned Orc or some pompous New Yorker will ever show us up! Give em hell and send em packin'!" when Captian Firenzo was finished the line was filled with a chorus of "Hoo ah's!" and the squadron broke formation. Thirty two fighters cut North east towards the Eastern expanses of the Hellespontos defence line, there they would systematically destroy power generators and visible ammunition dumps and troops concentrations. The other half of the squadron, lead by Captain Firenzo, stayed their course, heading North on full burn, their mission was to destroy Melkor's Anti-Air/Space defenses.

The attack was coming in waves, the first was of 64 fighters to soften up the enemy before the the infantry advance. The Second was to cripple the enemy defenses and aircraft. In short, achieve total airsuperiority in the Viscinity of Ortega and Hellespontos.

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An official statement of the Aumanii ministry of Media affairs:

"Auman has begun a military campaign in the viscinity of Bekanel pass. The objective of the mission is to reclaim land lost in previous conflict. To restore the honour and dignity of our Norieganian allies and achieve total victory over any and all enemy combatants. This mission is not in support of NY&J's 'Operation: Roundhammer' but in fact a seperate Vascilian mission. May glory and honour be restored to the great Vascilian League of Mars and its allies. May the enemies of the movement be crushed under the valiant treads of our fighting men. Death to the enemies of Mars!"

OOC:

Though we do not wish to fight Melkor in support of this unjust war. We realise that Melkors chances of winning are low. We do not wish to see Tor Yvresse regaining Hellespontos county for obvious security reasons. We are in essence seizing territory from a relatively benign nation to serve as a buffer between us and the ruthless aggression of Tor Yvresse and its allies.

Os Sanglants

04-02-2004, 04:52

"Nous sont prêt mon ami?"

"Oui - obtenons de cet accident. Les millions de tonnes de droite de minerai en haut leur derrière."

Les deux pirates ont continué à bavarder comme ils ont fait leur façon du bateau et sur le pont du commando de Rodomontade ont amarré dehors.

"Laissons juste l'espoir ils ne le calculent pas hors oui?"

"Hahaha! Ce transporteur a été pillé du Papillon d'Acier. Ce sera l'ironie douce pour voir qu'il s'écrase dans leurs yards."

~

Les moments plus tard le bateau était libre et le commando part pour la surface pour joindre c'est des camarades dans leur assaut sur la colonie de Baie de Kinslayer. Le minuteur sur le transporteur a sauté et il a fait une embardée en avant comme les unités principales ont allumé. Les minutes plus tard il y avait un éclat comme quoi que la forme de Papillon d'Acier d'unité plus rapide que léger utilisé l'a envoyé sur c'est la façon.

Il émergerait cent mille kilomètres d'une installation de TST secondaire autour de Jupiter et lui-même envoie et le minerai de fragment à bord de lancer de droite à il.

~~

"Are we ready my friend?"

"Yes - let's get off this wreck. Millions of tons of ore right up their backside."

The two pirates continued to chat as they made their way off the ship and onto the deck of the Saber raider moored outside.

"Let's just hope they don't figure it out yes?"

"Hahaha! That freighter was looted from Steel Butterfly. It will be sweet irony to see it crash into their yards."

~

Moments later the ship was free and the raider left for the surface to join it's fellows in their attack on the Kinslayer Bay colony. The timer on the freighter went off and it lurched forward as the main drives ignited. Minutes later there was a flash as whatever form of faster than light drive Steel Butterfly used sent it on it's way.

It would emerge one hundred thousand kilometers from a secondary TST installation around Jupiter and send itself and the scrap ore aboard hurling right at it.

The Pakleds

04-02-2004, 05:30

New York and Jersey

04-02-2004, 06:09

OOC:Yeah, dont you remember, your ship left Mars.

New York and Jersey

04-02-2004, 06:11

OOC:
X Corps:(3 Infantry Divisions 1 Mechanized Division)
XVI Corps:(2 Infantry Divisions, 3 Mechanized Divisions)

Also, from now on for the space combat above Mars, there will be a new thread to keep everything in some resemblance of order. http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2692193#2692193

IC:
Melkor/Indiastan Border-South Eastern Theater of Operations:

The two Army Corps continued their advance, into the South Eastern colony under control of Melkor and his goons. Infantry carried on trucks and inside of Bradleys and APCs they were supported by a light scattering of armor here and there not exactly prevailant as other armor moving along the Martian Sands. Slightly ahead of the Infantry Divisions Apache Gunships flew scouting out, armmed mostly with wing pods of Hydra rockets on their small stubby wings they were spread out all along across the front. The two Army Corps had entered the SETO from United Indiastan with little resistance present and were about to swing south when the first news of Kajals actions were recieved at the X Corps divisional headquaters followed slowly by XVI Corps headquaters. The entire NYNJ Offensive on the SETO Front came to a complete stop. The reaction from both of the Two Star Generals was the same, "Kajal Mars is invading?!" It hadnt been really expected but when it occured the reaction was defiantely pleasent. The rate of movement along this front was according to all reports progressing smoothly. It was a wonder though just how long this would continue.

Allied Command Center, New Huntington Colony:

The stream of reports coming from the front where Minas Morion was located were confusing and jumbled. General Hunter tried to make some sense of it all as he looked down at the situation board. First the Roanian troops were on the retreat, then they turned around and proceeded on the attack...it was more than just alittle confusing.even to the skilled people at the ACC. Welsey could only mumble and curse aloud to himself as he moved forward over toward the field radio which had finally been set up to communicate with the other fronts. Picking up the phone he quickly slammed it down, he was going to yell at whoever was incharge on that front but he had a different idea. Picking up the phone again he placed a to two of the Airfields in Indiastan each one with the exact same order. "Move your fighter command from Indiastan over toward the Sunset Airbases. Take as many cluster munitions as possible with you. However be prepared for air to air combat AIM-160 Spartan missiles will be deployed on the next transport drop.

At the airbases the commanders wondered how many times command would say that they would get something when the next supply dropped occured. It was the same deal they heard all the time, but then again it was one of those things that they learned to deal with in military life. Supplies form Earth to Mars were rather sketchy at times and supplies from New Huntington were basically only stuff which would keep the forces moving forward. Fuel and bullets, missiles, and replacements for any destroyed battlefield equipment would need to be shipped in form earth. However for the time being 200 of the 480 SA-43 Fighters moved from United Indiastan flying over Mangala and stopping for a quick refuel before making the short hop over toward Kajal Mars for another refueling spot and then ending up in Sunset. Behind them several ISSCVs deployed from orbit form the MacArthur class transports in orbit which carried military stores not yet offloaded. A few hundred CBUs and several dozen GBUs, however with all military operations they were prone to making mistakes, and several 125mm SABOT rounds which would have been used on the SETO front ended up going to the SWTO front and would sit in store at the airbases.

The Pakleds

04-02-2004, 06:53

OOC:Yeah, dont you remember, your ship left Mars.

OOC: NYNJ, the large ship did leave but by no means did they renounce any claims.

The Pakleds
Ambassador

Founded: 31 Oct 2003
Posts: 172

Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2003 10:31 pm Post subject:

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The majority of the Pakleds were onboard, while those that didn't make it were turned aside rather roughtly by the dreadnought drones. These Pakleds were most bewildered and unwisely turned their gaze skyward to the ship, mouths agape.

A cargo bay door opened and some dark shapes could be seen - 6 smaller ones and one large boxlike one. Closer they drew to the Martian surface and soon they landed. After a few minutes, the 6 smaller shapes left and proceeded rapidly to the dreadnought. The curious box was left behind on the landscape.

With an earpiercing roar, the super dreadnought begin to ease slowly from the Mars. Not knowing the exact political make up but being aware of the current space engagements, it soon charted a trajectory that would take it over the Darksith Mars colony, Snel, Tiburon, and finally the Kinslayer territory, reaching escape velocity.

The stupid Pakleds that were too close were roasted by the maneuvering thrusters.

Bolded for the pertinent information. As well, if you or anyone else would bother to check the Green Mars regional board, you will still see this:

49 days ago The Trading Consortium of The Pakleds Our mighty ship has left! Now we shall wander about and establish a new base.

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Black box:

"Hi! I'm Colony ship#4 beacon! Please note that we still claim 625 square kilometers of this planet with this beacon being in the center. Thank you. Hi! I'm..."

OOC: Message will go off if the "box" is probed.
40 days ago The Speaking Owls of Scalah Are there also Owls on Mars after the terraformation?
10 hours ago The Rogue Nation of Martian Resi Corp Address from Tristan Menaloi:

Sorry to disappoint your nation, but Green Mars has been reclaimed by Martian Resi Corperation. Our delegates still ramian upon this soil, therefore control is not negotiable. If you wish to negotiate the dominance over this planet, you may speak with the military divsion. Thank you for your cooperation.
~Tristan Menaloi
77 minutes ago The Trading Consortium of The Pakleds OOC: I was led to believe that Green Mars was merely a territory on Mars, according to the map. But I don't care if you are the boss of this region or not. For RP purposes, we only have a box in the region.

Well, it was there. Looks like you have to fight Kalessin for it. :)

http://www.pacifier.com/~cziller/mapofmars.gif

62 minutes ago The Trading Consortium of The Pakleds OOC: Well, maybe not Kalessin. But someone claimed it while your back was turned.

Of course, this doesn't mean that people won't ignore the Pakled claim, but then again...

If you wish to continue this OOC debate, feel free to telegram me.

edit: Finally, a friendly reminder - just because I play the Pakleds doesn't mean I am one.

04-02-2004, 07:07

OOC: Right, I know what I'm supposed to be doing now. In short, I'm just defending Auman until he tells me to do something else.

IC:

SGT Jay Hawkins scratched his chin as the dropship hit the surface. They had landed in an Auman city. They were there as defence for Auman, from whatever they thought was about to attack them.

"Damnit, here we go again."

He hauled himself up from his seat, grabbed his rifle, and stepped outside. The other dropships were now unloading their forces too; SR had sent a small force of 50 000 to help secure a drop zone, set up some place for everyone to sleep, and offload most of the cargo that SR was carrying (thus the fewer numbers). Hawkins helped move MG emplacements, defensive barriers, food, drinks, and other items that would keep the troopers happy. After setting up a few tents and marking a landing area, they sat down and did nothing for the rest of the day, occasionally checking the guards and starting up a game of football or something similar.

Hawkins knew that something would happen (it usually did), but what and by who and when he didn't know. Essentially, he'd been picked up and thrown into a strange nation, hell, a strange planet. Well, that was all he knew. Whatever he was doing out here, it could be a lot worse..

United Indiastan

04-02-2004, 08:16

C/G Noboru's nerve nearly broke as TST warships dropped into realspace around his ships. Less then a second after the tac officer yelled "Contacts!", the weapons had powered to life and sought targets. At the same time, the engines roared to life, and the prearranged manouver commenced.

"Anvil! Anvil! Anvil!"

As the fire erupted from the TST ships, the defence grids of the Indiastani ships replied, swatting at missiles and fighters in the vaccuum surrounding each vessel. Almost as one, each ship erupted into a porcupine of light as the defence grid turrets spewed out rapid pulse fire. Nearly simultaniously, the heavier turrets on all sections of the ships opened fire, firing fusion death back at the attackers. With engines now at full, the group drove straight at the front section of destroyers, weapons blazing at full power.

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A lone pair of missiles that headed for Noboru's ships were designated as special targets. It was obvious that they were attempting to hit and disable the engines, but in any other battle they would be hit by the defence grid long before that. However, this wasn't any battle. The system deliberatly ignored the missiles, allowing them to get inside the protective EM screens that diffused lower energy weapons. That close to the ship, they dissappeared from scanners completely. With each fleet trying to jam the other, no one could notice that, though the missiles were quickly shot before hitting the ship, another pair of nearly identicle missiles fired out of a hatch on the rear of the Izumi; and continued along the trajectory of the former missiles. These two missiles headed down to the planet below, now ignored by both sides. It wasn't until they flashed in the thin atmosphere that anyone even noticed...

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A little later then Noboru expected, the destinctive blue hyperspace jump gates of Indiastan vessels opened up as the fleet of Flag-Admiral Singh entered realspace. Nearly four hundred vessels had been assembled for this operation - the largest assembled warfleet in Indiastan history. They came in behind and perpendicular to the lower group of attaing TST vessels, but did not fire immeditly. Fist, a short transmission was sent on all frequencies.

"Silver Turtle Admiral! This is the INV Megumi. We'd kindly appreciate it if you and your yokles headed back to Earth, and left Martian affairs to its residents. You have exactly fifteen seconds to signal a cease fire and withdrawl. Failure to comply will result in your immediate destruction. Thank you."

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OOC: go here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1378920#1378920) for information on Indiastan fleet vessels. Cheers.

Auman

04-02-2004, 08:50

SR Billets, Vascilia City, Auman, Mars:

"Excuse me troopers. Iam Political Officer Went. Can you direct me to your commanding officer?" Went's inquiry was met by the blank stares of SR shock troops, one of them, a leader by his pins waved him towards a dilapidated guard shack, "Thank you very much men." Went strode towards the shack, the booming sound of equipment being unloaded from transports resounded across the SR billets and much yelling could be heard. Went peared inside the shack and saw that it was empty, he heard a voice behind him "If you're looking for CO then you should go to the loading dock." Went turned quickly and saw a young man pointing towards a stockyard swirling with activity, Went saluted and stalked away. Soon he could see the SR Commander, directing the off-loading of equipment and screaming orders at lazy troopers. "Commander? Iam Political Officer Went of the Aumanii Command Cadre. I have been sent to act as liason between our forces and brief you on the situation." Went offered the SR Commander a thick file folder.

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Colonel Sorgstrom and his Division were still waiting under Hellespontos, word was to come at any time now. Fifty thousand men of the crack Aumanii Special Forces Division poised to pour out from trap doors and secret tunnel entrances built all along the Hellespontos defense line. Their mission was to seize the line by all means at their disposal...

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The Aumanii 1st Liberation Group had rolled forth from Bekanel pass at dawn. Lord General Ilritz rode proudly at the top of his battle tank "The pride of Zambneal" looking to either side of him he could see hundreds of thousands of his men spreading out to the horizon. Looking to the sky he saw attack hoppers and fighter jets whizzing past...occassionally a shell burst could be heard followed by staccato bursts of gunfire. "Tell the commanders to stop wasting ammunition like that, this is a war not a god damned holiday." cursed Ilritz to his radio officer. Within minutes the men of the 1st LG buckled down and ceased the celebration, most of them thought that this was going to be a walk in the park...a bloody party, most of the grunts had never been to Hellespontos, they never knew the horror.

Melkor Unchained

04-02-2004, 09:00

[ooc: heh.. I've got a lot to deal with already and I'm pretty much too fucked up to post tonight, so I'll get right on it as soon as I'm able. Try not to do too much while I'm compromised :shock: ]

Roania

04-02-2004, 09:40

OOC: Brief post, as a response. I wonder if you can point me to any response Melkor made to my attacks/maneuvers?

IC:

The kinetic strikes shot upward. As they fought against gravity, they became just as weak (in proportion) as Phobos's first attack had.

They eventually crashed into the moon, their numbers sufficient to destroy several civilian households.

<------------>

"Sir!" One of the aides to Terence ran inside his office, "we've lost 100 civilians!"

Terence didn't even look up. "Military effectiveness affected in any way?"

"No, sir."

"Then don't trouble me. 100 civilians. What do they teach you in the academy these days? Just report it to the government agency responsible, and they'll deal with it."

"Oh, and 10 okapis from the zoo."

Terence jumped up. His eyes were flecked with rage. "What? Those civilians knew the risk when they came up to Phobos. The government warned them. But the animals? Those Melkori bastards will pay! For a start, they'll pay me 1 billion dollars for another ten Okapis!"

As the man ran away, he thought to himself, "Thank God I didn't tell him about the ten lost turrets, or the 5 Legionnares..."

imported_Kalessin

04-02-2004, 12:09

OOC: Sorry for the OOC question, but did someone claim Green Mars territory?

http://www.pacifier.com/~cziller/mapofmars.gif

IC:

The superdreadnought AI analyzed the message from the black box and pondered its next course of action.

OOC:

Part, but not all, of Green Mars is now Kalessin territory. Will give furthur info if required.

Der Angst

04-02-2004, 13:22

OOC: My FTL jumps are a little different from normal. The fleet was, in fact, planning on reappearing just outside Mars orbit, on the far side of the planet (from where they were approaching).

ooc: I use my anti- FTL mines to prevent hit & run tactics by enemies, as long as you aren´t too close (aka normal tactics apply), they wont do anything. And since you did post as jumping from relatively far away, they didn`t do anything.

And the ships are actually designed to scan an entire system, but that's with a network of drones as well. But after detecting your ships at Mars they will have scanned and detected the other ships behind, seeing as how, if I engage your ships, your other ships will be hostile.

Indeed. Didn´t expect you not to see them, since it`s sort of hard to hide entire fleets ;)

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ic:

The TST attack was clever, coming from the north- and south pole of mars. The DA ships quickly gave up their larger formation, and operated in six smaller groups, loosely coordinating their maneuvers.

Medium- energy point defence systems, unable to do actual damage to capital ships, aimed for missiles and fighters, flares of light lighting the sky above mars. Unlike the mostly harmless missiles the TST fleet fired, their fighters proved to be an actual danger. Many DA fighters ended as a useless piece of bioorganic waste and metallic alloys, the debris floating in mars orbit, only the usual red fireballs, when the oxygen is consumed in the heat of a laser hitting the fighter couldn`t be seen, due to the DA policy of not using pilots for their fighters...

Occasionally, a drohne was hit before actually exploding, falling ball, rushing down to mars, to end on it`s red surface...

The largest problem were TST fighters aiming for the main artillery of the cruisers and battlecarriers that were now maneuvering to get near to the TST fleet... Coilgun turrets, suddenly loosing all energy, laser-, graser and particle main guns hit with debris, melting in the enemy fire...

But while hell was unleashed upon them, they striked back. The Indiastani gave them long- range cover, and now they opened fire themselves.

The first thing they started was the electronic attack. Flooding space with signals, blocking the enemies communications and sensors, feeding their computers with false data... DA had one of the most advanced IT sectors in the world, and they made use of it. Confusing the enemy... a key to victory.

The sky seemed to explode when the laser- triggered fusion nukes as the drohnes exploded, creating dozens of high- energy beams of different kinds, melting through the enemy ships, slicing them apart.

The DA fighters, literally storming forward, many of them falling victim to the TST defences, but others getting through, aiming for the TST main guns and engines, to disable the enemy without destroying them...

Eighty percent of the DA fleet did not yet have the quantum gravitic tappings that allowed them to have the energy ressources necessary to fire high- energy beams (laser, graser, particle stuff) that could actually endanger capital ships... Instead, they used rail- and coilguns. Once they were near enough to be in actual range to fire them, they fired.

The targetting tactics were actually fairly advanced. After calculating the approximate position of the enemy ship when the kinetics arrive, several volleys are fired to cover a sector as large as possible where hits are, so to speak, 'guaranteed'. Of course, the disadvantage is that one doesn´t have unlimited ammunition...

The funny thing about space battle: The debris of destroyed ships becomes dangerous for the ships near to the destroyed vessel... Both fleets had to deal with it, much of the damage inflicted based on debris from destroyed vessels rather than from actual fire.

The overal tactics were simple: The DA vessels engaged in close combat, trying to group around smaller groups of TST vessels, while the Indiastani ships were firing from further behind, trying to keep large parts of the TST fleet away from the DA vessels which would otherwise be surrounded.

Another main factor was the space station/ shipyard at the left flank (When looking at the battlefield from the martian surface). It´s weapons had an incredible long range, and it used it, the beams slicing through the enemy lines, although they couldn´t help the ships at the front, due to the danger of hitting allied ships.

A few smaller vessels, cruisers and destroyers, even tried to get really near to the TST vessels, near enough to start telepathic attacks, to, basically, destroy the minds of their crews... however, this proved to be hard, and if any of this attacks succeeded, it would be exceptions, not the rule...

And at this moment, further reinforcements were far from arriving... Several hours until the first ones would arrive...

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[ooc: Summary:

First of all, the current positions: The formation of the allied fleets (Taraskovian, DA, and Indiastani) was along the martian equator, with Tarasovka on the flanks, me at the center, and Indiastan behind me.

You attacked from the north and south (using mars as some sort of geographic base).

So, currently, MY fleet is devided, about 37/ 38 ships in the north and the south (Casualities included, so actually less ships), engaging your vessels in close combat while Indiastan tries to fire from further away with his... numerous vessels.

Tarasovkian vessels are at the flanks, and will engage as soon as he posts *is currently discussing tactics*

Please correct me if anything is wrong, i`m slightly confused *cough*

My casualities... good question... i assume that ten percent of the drohnes have been destroyed by your fighters, another ten percent exploded to fire upon your ships, rest (224 remaining)) is still... floating around. Ten percent of the fighters lost (252 remaining). Main vessels (destroyers, cruisers, battlecarrier) one of each kind destroyed, as many heavily damaged, not able to continue the battle, and about 50% of the others with some sort of less damage.

Considering the entire thingy covers perhaps a minute or two of battle... yeah, sounds right.

The Ctan

04-02-2004, 13:30

C’tan Venus Installation

It was early ‘morning’ in the installation, buried far beneath the surface, concealed by the dense and toxic atmosphere of the planet, when Mephet’ran finally decided to use this place. The holo-transmission was detailed, as he consulted his chief – and largely resentful - lieutenant. “At last I have a use for you and yours.”
“What is it that you want of me?”
“Take your forces to Mars,”
“Again with that worthless rock?”
“Yes, and this time the Eldar are inconsequential.”
“Then why do we bother?”
“I want you to join the attack on Melkor”
“Melkor? I know of his alliance with Man’men, but that’s not worth my attention.”
“Nevertheless, take your forces and join with his attackers.”
”You want to aid your Noldor pets? You pay too much attention to them Mephet’ran. Why care about them?”
“I have my reasons, and you need not know them.”
“All of them?”
“Yes. Empty this place…”

The facility had been established in secret long ago, with the knowledge of only one person outside the C’tan hierarchy, on the premise that a Quendi planet would be about the last place their ‘allies’ the Eldar would look for a necron ‘factory.’ It had been mining minerals at a vast rate and secretly producing an army, ready to strike at the Yvressi Mars holdings should it ever become necessary, now however, the millions of the implacable mechanical troops ((About four million. A good percentage of all the troops I have)) and their war machines waited there, awaiting the call to action. Now it had come.

From near the planet, fifty ships, ((Which are a – absurdly advanced, b – rare, very rare – as in only 143 of them exist at the moment, to balance the absurd technological advancement)) in silent running, on maximum stealth mode and flying on a course designed to obscure their point of origin and their destination, by means of a gentle curve, that made it appear as though they made preperation for the Jovian moons at first, led by the vast battleship Mechanisms of the Gods, the dragon’s current flagship. Most of the larger ships were equipped with equipment for landing troops, and long-range portals, marginally inferior in their strategic utility to the Eldar webway, as their maximum range was only a few astronomical units, but they would suffice for this operation.

((And, one last OOC note, they'll probably get there about Friday, as I have a funeral to go to tomorrow. :( ))

http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperium/Dragonav4.JPG

The Dragon (http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperium/Dragonav3.jpg)
Supreme Commander of the Necron Fleet, Chief-Lieutenant of Mephet'ran.

Svarog

04-02-2004, 14:30

TSF 1st Battlegroup,
High Orbit over Mars.

- Confirmed attack by TST forces upon DA fleet. Confirmed DA casualties.

The Leib-Admiral listened to the report of the BSI, to her always calm and always synthetic voice, and adressed the officers on deck.

- Gentlemen, the Grand Duchy, loyal to its SFN duties, has sent us to assist our allies from Der Angst. I expect you to give the best of yourself and win!
For the Motherland!

- For the Motherland!

The cry erupted on the command bridge and was carried through the entire ship. The crew was ready. The TSFS "Mechta" deployed the 'lures'. Little beacons perfectly imitated energy signatures of a bit every possible major ship for a short period of time. All of a sudden, the "Mechta" quadrupled in number, as did all of the ships and while the real ships moved out to take their position, the lures remained behind, spreading over a wide distance, filling enemy locators with rubbish targets.

TSF 2nd Battlegroup,
High Orbit over Mars.

On the other side of the planet, the TSFS "Plamya" lowered its shields...

- Main caliber to combat!

- Power at 50%. Targets acquired. Ready to open fire.

- Open fire!

The giant N-PBW(OOC: 220m x 10m, draws 108 Gigawatts to fire every three seconds) of the nose cone charged and released its deadly content. The maximum range of the weapon exceeded well over 2 million kilometers, but was never used at such a range due to 'targetting issues'. But right now, the range was perfect. The Beam was aimed at one of the heaviest cruisers of the Ineffable fleet above the North Pole, slamming through everything in its way. Of course, as it slammed through its victims, the beam's efficiency got lower and lower and it never made it to its target, satisfying itself with several smaller preys for now. But just as this beam vanished, an other one was sent, to remind the former allies of the presence of the Fire close to it, lusting for blood.

The cruisers and frigates around the Thylacin stayed well out of its line of fire, as the Thylacin unloaded three deadly beams at the enemy fleet. Just as the Admiral was going to order the 4 Spinal N-PBW(OOC: 100m x 5m 22.2GigaWatt ) to be ready to open fire at the approaching ships, the close detection systems yelled about approaching TST fighters. Immediately, in the Spine of the dreadnaught, pilots received orders to take off. A first force of 50 Wolfs flew out, hungry for a juicy prey, and engaged the approaching fighters, aided by the ‘KBZ-12’ Class Close Support/Defence frigates. Or ‘furballs’ as they were dubbed by the rest of the fleet. Their spherical shape allowed them to point a maximum of guns and missile tubes on the attack vector. Very soon, the debris field engulfed the 2nd Battlegroup…

TSF 1st Battlegroup,
High Orbit over Mars.

In the meanwhile, while the enemy fleet was having to deal with rather aggressive and sturdy enemies and was busy shooting out DA/GDT/UI ships, the 1st Battlegroup, leaving behind itself a debris field of destroyed missiles and downed fighters, losing a ‘NBPA-23’ Class Drone Carrier frigate with all of its drones, managed to make it to the opposite side of the main formation, turn around and…

- Main caliber to combat!

The Thylacin lowered its shields…

- Power to 100%.

It positioned itself on such a vector that even if the beam made it through the enemy formation, it would finish its trip in the vacuum of space and not in allied ships. The Thylacin was positioned on a diagonal, slightly above the TST fleet and at a distance, aiming on a vector going all the way down towards the enemy ships. The escort was in formation around and near to the ship.

- Targets acquired.

The hearts of the entire crew were battling quickly, blood rushed to the head.

- Ready to open fire!

The Admiral checked the locators, to see if any allied ships were in the vector…

- Open fire!

The nose cone N-PBW released a deadly charge at the enemy fleet. At full power, the beam traced its own route through the hostile fleet. The crew did not check if it made it out of the enemy formation or was stopped by some sturdy cruiser who saw his armor pierced like butter…
The power was lowered to 70%, and a new beam was sent out…

- Secondary calibers to combat!

[OOC:

The 1st Battlegroup is the largest one. It counts(or counted at least):

1 Thylacin Class Dreadnaught
6 Emerald Spire Class Cruisers
12 Frigates
250-300 fighters.

The 2nd Battlegroup counts:
1 Thylacin Class Dreadnaught
5 Emerald Spire Class Cruisers
9 Frigates
250-300 fighters.

The frigates include various classes.
You have not attacked my assets previously, so I did not take any losses during the initial assault, which was the toughest.

As it has been mentioned, I assume that your fighters have engaged the 2nd Battlegroup. I may be mistaken, of course. Either way, 50 Wolf class fighters were deployed, so I guess that if the combats were tough, around 10 to 20 Taraskovyan pilots will never drink vodka again. I also assume that if the combats were touch, one or two poor ‘KBZ-12’ frigate was/were turned into puzzle pieces. As has been stated, I assumed that your officers weren’t stupid and opened fire at the amass of targets moving into their back. So I assume that the 1st Battlegroup was engaged by your fighters as well as missiles. My ships have rather advanced PDS, so I guess that the missiles are not of any problem. However, fighters are. As so, one poor ‘NBPA-23’ drone carrier frigate didn’t make it to position, losing all 30 drones it had on board. :(
Of course, if the fighters engaging the 1st Battlegroup were numerous, I am sure around at least 20 Taraskovyan pilots are already numbering their sins in front of Sathala or the Orthodox God.

All in all, my losses would make:

30-40 Fighters down.
1-2 ‘KBZ-12’ frigates down.
1 ‘NBPA-23’ frigate down.
24 ‘BD-4’ combat drones down.
6 ‘EEV-3’ electronic warfare drones down.

A number of frigates and even one or two Emerald Spires damaged.

All this assuming my Battlegroups were actually attacked.

All in all, the force which had 34 ships now was reduced to 30-31, with more losses to come as the combats go on, of course. But as I have said – you did not target me initially, which gave my forces the time to open fire at yours.
One thing – don’t expect to take the Thylacins down easily. ;) The entire TSF only has 7 of them, and they are the biggest and the best ships the TSF has. So take that into consideration.

You are free to take whatever losses you want. The main N-BPW, mounted all the length of the nose cone (look at page 4 for a picture of a Thylacin), is what gave the Thylacins their ‘Fleet Killer’ status. So take that into consideration.

The Thylacins were designed by a friend of our good old ‘plotter in the dark’, from his region. So I guess that if they say that a Thylacin is strong, then it really is.

Oh, and no, there won’t be any metal bananas involved :)

Aelosia

04-02-2004, 19:40

In Kinslayer Bay

The Pathfinders expected the arrival of allied forces in the bay, yet nobody comes, after several hours a message came...

Leave your current position, allied forces are going to hit the area with heavy weapons fire, then it will be occupied by friendly forces. Our presence is not longer needed in the area. However, scout the area and gather intelligence if needed, plant homing beacons on possible ortillery targets.

Silently as they came, the Swooping Hawks turned on their cloakings devices and left the area in perfect order, after making a recon patrol through the area.

In the Sunset Border

Message in an encrypted frequency

"This is the Nimloth informing Sunset authorities of the incoming Aelosian dropships, we're going to land our troops into your territory expecting the arrival of our garrison forces. Do not fire against them as they come to reinforce your positions and prepare an offensive action against the Melkorian forces defending the border"

Fifteen minutes later the first dropships carrying the Aelosian soldiers and war machines could be seen over Sunset's sky, the slim silouettes of the eldar crafts descending slowly...A similar view filled the skies of Tor Yvresse colonies, as the promised reinforcements arrived to help the Tor Yvresse martian garrisons. At the same time, a column of almost 200,000 soldiers, 500 heavy weapons mobile emplacements and 500 tanks left the Aelosian colony by ground, moving along friendly territories to gather with the rest of the Aelosian forces in Sunset's territory. Once when the both regiments gather, they would form a force of well over 300,000 soldiers and 1,000 tanks, including three squadrons of Vyper jetbikes and the aerial support provided by 200 vampire hunter bombers...

Tor Yvresse

04-02-2004, 20:37

In the Web, what forces could be spared where spared. 50,000 Eldar from two Aspect Shrines that where... well next to useless at the moment had been redirected to mars. It would take sometime to arrive at the planet (24 Hours Realtime) when they did so they would attach themselves to the Aelosian command structure. The two peoples used the same technolgy and so, the troops would fit seamlessly into the command structure it was hoped.

(For referance purposes the force consists of 25,000 Swooping Hawks and 25,000 Warp Spiders. While I suppose Melkor and I need to discuss another thread and it's place in time. No matter what these forces can be sent from somewhere because well in the web they are useless and if they make it to the Craftworld proper well I am not going to miss 50,000 men in that bad situation)

The Snel Race

05-02-2004, 03:32

The sky seemed to explode when the laser- triggered fusion nukes as the drohnes exploded, creating dozens of high- energy beams of different kinds, melting through the enemy ships, slicing them apart.
(OOC: Before I do something stupid, am I interpreting that correctly by saying that you are exploding nuclear weapons in Martian space?)

ADK Mars

05-02-2004, 04:09

Ra Tora lept to his feet, fully awake and aware of everything around him.

"HOLY FUCK!" he exclaimed. He pressed a button on his console and began issuing orders.

"All ships surge foreward and join the battle! FOR MARS! FOR GLORY! FOR HONOR!"

The Martian ships dove and joined the assualt on the Ineffable vessels in the southern area of the planet. They wove and dived and spun like leaves in the wind, their pulse cannons and pulse lasers ever slicing and pulsing. Missiles unleashed like swarms of hornets and fighters complexly launched from their ever tumbling ships.

The two Mikkado class carriers deployed their Upholder class gunships and their K/S-1300 fighters. Fighters, ccovettes, gunships, gunboats, patrol craft, and attack bombers are swarmed about sending laser and missile pouring into the enemy vessels.

Then the ships broke off, recharging and reloading.

************************************************

In the north, two battle squadrons moved, 50 vessels in all. Xero Tora was at their command.

The son of the Empress stared out into space, a predatory glint in his eye. He had obvciously welcomed the new sense of brutality and warwith open arms. I will kill every last one of those bastards he muttered. He quirked an eye as he saw the Thylacin fire it's massive fleet killing cannon.

"Lieutenant, have our vessels select that ship as our target. Tell the Khristians that it is their time for revenge, and to let their ion cannons and super heavy pulse cannons run wild on that ship. Will shall show no mercy to the Terran fools."

He smirked and paced off the bridge.

*************************************

600 troop transports lifted off from airbases in Alequondale. They were packed full of Templar Gaurds and their equipment. 50,000 troops in all, five legions... fifty brigades. They would avenge the Sindar of old. They fought for Thingol Singollo, for God, for Eru, and for Mars. Everything was going well, everthying was smooth.

Kajal

05-02-2004, 05:07

“Sir, all stations report ready for subspace hop.”

“Good. Has the 4th fleet confirmed?”

“Yes. They await your command.”

“Execute Subspace Hop!”

The Martian Kajali 1st fleet disappeared from where it was, reappearing in the north, joining the battle with the other Martian nations. At the exact moment, the Kajali 4th fleet too performed an in system jump, reappearing in the south.

A grand total of 420 ships, most of them small, agile frigates, joined each battle, and all the ships relied mainly on their speed and agility to stay out of harm’s way, whilst spewing forth bolts of plasma supplemented by kinetic missiles, small fighters, and attack bombers that would make their runs against the enemy’s capital ships.

It did not take the Kajali long to get the fleet into the rolling, evasive tactics that personified their fleet.

“ZM-426, adjust heading to 423.645.9 mark 9…”

In both battles, the Kajali starships strafed and circled the enemy, pouring fire into the backsides of their ships whenever they could. The tactic worked relatively well, as both fleets remained intact, for the most part. To prevent the enemy from predicting where all their ships would be at any given moment, the navigational AIs on the ships coordinated with each other to plot seemingly random trajectories that were anything but, while keeping their own ships from colliding with each other.

It was a most effective tactic indeed. And, in the case that it became necessary… each ship maintained a velocity high enough that they could simply stop circling, and literally vanish to the other side of the planet with the speed they had acquired.

---

Kajali fleet losses in their initial engagement are relatively low. Each fleet should still number at least 400, perhaps less, due to the relative fragility of the Kajali ships. Those numbers will mostly be small frigates, but there are one or two capship casualties by now as well.

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 05:23

[ooc: There have been TEN posts--TEN since I posted last night asking that you all knock it off until I posted :evil:

One, Kalessin's was OOC so that doesnt count. But jesus some of you have posted three or four times in here since my last action. As the defender I should be allowed to actually defend myself.]

Aelosia

05-02-2004, 06:03

OOC: I'm posting just the emplacements of my troops, Melkor. I haven't attacked you. It's just godmodding to say "My troops were in Sunset all this time", if you don't post that first before launching an attack. I'll wait for your next post then...

05-02-2004, 06:43

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 07:54

Imperial Marshal Imakarum Mirabilis hovered his hand over the ancient seeing stone, his mind wracked to its limit. His brow furrowed in intense concentration as the the shadows within the orb brewed to their zenith; then the device cackled with energy and grew intensely bright as if there was a storm inside.

The man looked down and placed a hand on either side of the stone. The clouds within drew apart and gave way to reveal an army. Judging by the landscape, Gorgoroth. He squinted and discerned clearly the logos and uniforms of Kajal Mars. They strode across the land, defiant and unchallenged. The image died.

Imakarum shifted his weight absently and drew his lips up in a scowl. Before him appeared a Wall. Had to be Hellespontos, held by Imperial Legions against the threat of the Yvressi. Portions of the wall were stricken down by massive shells which sailed through the air. That one was particularly brief, as it quickly turned then to some sort of missile truck being loaded with ordinance. He couldnt make out the signs. Then, blackness.

He sighed and found his seat, reclining while pinching his brow. It was a difficult situation. All over Minas Morion, Overlords awaited word from the Marshal as to what to do. So far the extent of their defense had been limited to kinetic missile strikes, and this was about to change. A large Uruk-Hai strode into the room and spoke, his words coming out in almost a roar. "What'll I 'ave 'em do, My Lord?"

Imakarum looked up. "All defenses are to be raised to full alert. Missile strikes are to continue, at the rate of three launches per hour until I tell them to stop. I'll make contacts with the Gorgoroth garrison, and inform them to march overland post-haste to Angoron."

The Uruk snorted--perhaps in rage, and perhaps he snorted all the time--and spoke again. "Yes My Lord."

Imakarum picked up his comms speaker--a direct line to the Gorgoroth HQ, where some thousands of men were stationed. From that base the Hellespontos garrison hailed, though they had sepearte outposts and were under Captain Purg'stall, an Easterling Lord.

Imakarum's orders were simple and to the point. He spoke first. "Gather your men, provisions, and what equipment you can carry or haul. I want you to abandon the base and march Northeast to Minas morion at once. You'll have to go through foreign territory to do it, but try not to get too many of your men killed in the process. March straight northeast, I want you here as quickly as possible. Run it and gun it."

The Captain heaved a sigh. "Yessir, I'll issue the order right away.

With that, mobile SAMs and other protective devvices were hauled back into the holes in the ground [the ones that were still left, at any rate], and haled quickly to their extraction points. Some would ultimately not make it. Many men would be lost regardless. Soon, the Gorgoroth Garrison prepared to move. They had about 35,000 well armed, well trained men to make the march, and all they had to do was cut a swat through Angmar. If this meant hitting Kajal Mars head on, so be it.. As a precatution, of course, the Captain destroyed any and all sensitive records as the base was stripped by the soldiers.

At the Hellespotos Wall, men ran. Ran like wildfire to the south in droves as the order came to evacuate the wall. Soon what was left of the small garrison had made its way clear of the Wall. Some of the men turned and watched in awe as a ripple of explosions travelled up the length of the wall, ripping it apart at its very foundations, spewing flame and debris everywhere. The border with the Yvressi had been torn down to spite the Aumani, who Imakarum guessed would attempt to retake the Wall and Ortega Hive.

****
In the Kinslayer territory, resistance was especially light, due to the fact that the atmosphere was yet unsuitable for breathing. There were few scattered domes here and there, filled mostly with huddled masses of civilians, and nominal military protection. Men could be found roving the countryside in squads of up to twenty men, but they usually surrendered when encountered, as did the domes, largely. That territory would fall with relative ease, but there still loomed the mountains of Morgoth in the southern reaches. Little did the invaders know, orcs and other beasts labored still deep beneath the cust of the planet. They could not yet leave their caves, this much they knew.

Kinslayer's land would fall with scarcely a shot fired.

Minas Morion continued to sling salvos of kinetic missiles at various Roanian and Kajali ground forces, concentrating clearly at the forces that will eventually threaten Minas Morion. The Gorgoroth garrison would hopefully break through and make it to the Tower, but their path took them through unknown territory. He couldn't declare his intent to them for fear of revealing his plans, and judged of course that they'd be quite hostile to the idea of Purg'stall marching his armies over their territory. Fighters were cleared for launched and flew openly over the Martian sky, scouting and relaying information to the soon-advancing army. In Angmar, the defenses of Morgoth's tower were brought to its height. Kinetic guns rolled out from battlements on the tower, accopanied by a team of Troll loaders. Taskmasters blared orders over a bullhorn, driving the Tower's 50 gun battery to fire on the Roanians. Their rate of fire was slow, but the shells packed a punch. Gravitic driven, they were programmed to reverse their field upon contact with the enemy, creating a devastating ripple effect that would blast even the largest stones from the ground.

Orcs screamed down the peaks of the Ephel Duath some minutes after the artillery strikes ceased and raced furiously at the Roanians, paying no heed to "borders" or "territory." They knew only one thing--that their Lord wanted up North to be killed. An Army, apparently.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Roania

05-02-2004, 08:16

The Roanians laughed. "See the villians come?"

Massive explosions rippled across the mountains from Roanian artillery. But another weapon was being brought to bear.

A sickly green gas began to float across the valley, into the approaching green tide. The nerve gas began to attack everyone not covered.

OOC: Excuse my brevity, I'm doing several pieces of work, and a few other threads right now.

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 08:18

[how far away are you from the orcs when you let it out?]

Roania

05-02-2004, 08:22

OOC: 15 metres. Roanian Soldiers generally fight in closed battle suits anyway, with filters attached.

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 08:38

More and more orcs climbed from the crevasses and openings in the ground as the Ephel Duath orcs rumbled the earth overhead. They joined with the main column and ran feverntly at their opponents. Many of them Fell to the ground choking shortly after inhaling the gas, most of them only able to charge weakly at the army and perhaps get a few swings in before falling over dead or otherwise incapacitated.

There were so many that their onslaught soon overcame the gas as it dissipated. They fought their enemy tooth and nail: some with rudimentary projectile weapons--but most with their swords and clubbing inpliments.

A few hundred thousand orcs still remained, battling on until killed, in most cases. The Orc Cheiftans sat at the rear of their armies, commanding it via proxy.
***
Across the border, an Angmar outpost spotted the gas, and relayed their findings promptly to their commander. Immedialy Imakarum ordered sonic missiles prepped for launch and initiated a direct link with the Angmar outposts in the area. Using their observation data, 240 sonic missiles were launched at the Roanians and orcs alike, in salvos of 80 apiece, each wave targetting a specific area of their formation. The first salvo struck the front of the battle, where most of the fighting was going on. The other two struck either flank in rapid succession.

For the orcs, it would deafen them for some time. For their Roanian foes, however, the ensuing sonic blast would jar their suits loose enough to destroy any protective coverings [this is particularly bad if you have glass visors or.. well, shit pretty much any visor :D], and would at the very least prevent them from using that damnedable nerve gas on the Southrons.

Beneath Angoron, the earth stirred as the assault force rumbled towards the northern gate. They marched grimly North, where their deployment point awated.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Roania

05-02-2004, 08:46

OOC: Can we agree on no more kinetic strikes? They don't make sense to me.

IC: "Fall back!" The Lord Captains shouted. The men began to disengage, legionnaires reverse marching, putting a rain of withering fire down.

The Roanians were superior to the Orcs, but the numbers were greatly reversed.

Losing dozens of men as they retreated to their positions, they bunkered down for a siege. Tank main battle guns opened fire on orcs, as artillery pounded downwards on the greenskinned enemy's heads.

United Indiastan

05-02-2004, 08:53

Captain Harma knew that this was a one-way trip. Why else whould they be packing a few dead orcs into the dropship? The Southeron Guard uniform where uncomfortable, and then guns were awkward, but his men had been trained well, prison conscripts though they may be. They had been given this task to redeem themselves for their various transgressions; normally deserters and murders would have been shot, but this mission required folks who had little to live for anyway.

After loading up into the Melkorian dropship, the fight took off. The four craft were located at a forward airbase, just behind the primary defences that faced Gorgoroth. After takeoff, they skimmed accross the border, and then landed again on the Gorgothoth plain, well behind the current NY&J line. They took off again shortly thereafter, heading west, first along the southern Indiastan border, then along the Mangalan border. The craft skimmed low so as to avoid attention, but not so low as to be invisable entirely. The whole point of the raid was to draw attention to it.

Coming up on the Santa Barbara/Mangala border, the interior lighting of the skimming dropships turned form green to red, to signal the crew to prepare for drop. The target was a civilian station just inside the border. They had orders to lay it to waste, as it was small and relativly unimportant. Then, the hard part. They had to fly back over the border, which would have been on alert pending news of the raid. Naturally, they had to be sloppy enough to allow the alarm to be sounded, but still leave no one alive. It would be a challenge, but one actually made easier by the somewhat unfamilar equipment.

---

(OOC bit: All this bit has been arragned, so the actions of the raiders'll be posted by SB. And if you're wondering where the Melkorian equipment came from, its a grand thing being able to aquire NDA Joint Forces equipment. Especially when Melkor supplies it all. :) )

Auman

05-02-2004, 08:55

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 08:57

[ooc: I only hit you twice... the last strike was with sonic missiles, not kinetics. If there's still any nerve gas in the areas where the missiles hit, I'll remind you that your men are now inhaling it too.]

The Orcs continued unabated. They seemed to lack any real sense of strategy, just rushing headlong with overwhelming force at their foes. The bodies piled up on the ground as the foul creatures overtook the Roanians again and began their fierce melee anew. Fall as they might, they wouldn't stop.

An Outpost Overlord sat peering through a fancy set of binoculars, observing what he could see of the battle. He snorted, the pressed his comm. "Doesn't look like they've got too much of a defense set up here. I've seen some artillery fire, and they retreated a bit. I give em ten minutes before the orcs take those guns.I'm estimating about a thousand or so casualties at this point. They're not doing half bad, for orcs. I have to wait till the army clears over this next patch of land for a new estimate, as most of them are standing on the bodies." he trailed off, grinning to himself as he watched orcs do what they do best.

Imakarum's voice boomed over the comm. "Excellent. The Army will be there soon."

The Overlord snickered a bit. "Yessir. I'll enjoy watching this one," he said, discarding the binoculars and folding his arms behind his head. He watched the small points of light from artillry fire and laughed to himself. That was one big pile of bodies.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/melkor.jpg

Melkor Unchained

05-02-2004, 09:01

[ooc: Auman.. I sorta blew the wall up already...]

Roania

05-02-2004, 09:02

Hundreds of Roanians died, but there was still 15, 000 left. "Rapiers! Fire!"

A very special kind of artillery shot out. Long, thin missiles blasted through the sky. Where they hit, there was silence. Nothing occured. The second the orcs started to charge through, they exploded with incredible force.

Orm Embar

05-02-2004, 13:56

Deep inside the great Space-Palace of Orm Embar, which floated silently above Arda, shining like a beacon in the darkness of space, Prince Solyan al Vvishiak of the Empire of Kalessin, son of Drazyen al Vvishiak and nephew to the Emperor himself, slumbered upon his golden throne, in the heart of his golden audience-chamber, surrounded by endless mazes of golden passages and golden walls. And, as he slept, he groaned in pain and anger, as the throbbing rage of his late brother, whose mired spirit formed the core of the Orm Embar's mighty runic network, fed upon and was reinforced by the tumult of of fury and hatred emanating from the battles taking place on and around the Red Planet. And those same feeling emanated constantly from every rune-covered golden surface, causing space for miles around to seeth with barely-repressed bitterness.

With a yell of rage, Solyan awoke, his head throbbing and his mind full of unseen agony.

How dare those young-kingdomers disturb my sleep with their petty conflicts?

He prepared to unleash his rage upon the warring factions, and then stopped.

No, that would merely increase their fury, and my headache is bad enough already. Let me see, how can I calm them for a moment, so that I can sleep for a while before punishing the wretches.

And he reached deep into the furthest recesses of his mind, searching for a suitable emotion. And, after several long seconds, which, in the world of the mind were akin to an eternity, he found that for which he searched. He took all the anger and pain, and remolded them, forcing the great mind of the Palace into this new shape, and then released it with the force of a hurricane, directly toward the area of space in which the warships of a dozen nations were deciding the fate of Mars.

It surged through the tunnels and corridors, the already mighty blast of emotion pouring from Solyan's mind into the gigantic runic network, which throbbed with the raw power of his brother's tormented psyche, and swelled into an almighty storm as it funneled out into space.

A storm of peace and contentment. Of fulfilment and apathy. An overpowering wave of gentle calm and relaxation poured out over the receptive minds of the countless warriors on the starships and stations battling about the Red Planet, soothing their fury, and filling them with a harmless love for life, and all the other mortal beings who shared it with them.

And then, Solyan relaxed into his chair, and slowly nodded off back to sleep, as, with a casual flick of his vast intellect, he set his servants into motion, in accordance with the wishes of his Emperor.

Orm Embar

05-02-2004, 14:15

Standing tall and straight in the heart of the land known as 'Green Mars' was a mighty tower of solid gold. Its spires stretched eagerly upward toward the darkness of space, and its windowless walls were covered in complex runes, which bore nothing in common with any language of men, and these runes glowed with an eerie inner light.

And from this high edifice poured an indescribable loathing for the nation of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata. For its lands, and for its people, for its ships and its language, even the name itself began to inspire fury in all that heard it, from the Uruks of Melkor, already seeking to bring ruin to their foes, to the people of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata itself, who were now wracked with self-disgust. And this hatred flowed across the surface of Mars like a turgid stream, washing up against the minds of all and sundry, and the occasional faint wisp of hatred even licked up through the thin Martian atmosphere, seeking to such those above down into its embrace.

A single wide door was inset into the surface of the tower, and from this portal, a long column of dark figures emerged, winding like some terrible snake toward the area of Kinslayer Bay, and the only sound that came from their passage was the dull thud of their countless feet against the crimson Martian rock.

Santa Barbaran Noachia

05-02-2004, 17:00

Drake Johnson nearly pulled his hair out with rage and frustration.

"Dammit, this stupid bot, why won't it GRAB the fucking load!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the warehouse.

Load... oad... oad.

Luckily for his sense of pride as a skilled engineer, no one was around to witness his plight. No one except the JGH-10 cargo loader. It was top of the line equipment, that was for sure.... at least it was thirty years ago.

The vast warehouse's gloomy dimness revealed the stupid bot's small, whining shape as it whirred and clumsily attempted to grab cargo loads it wasn't designed to work with.

The shapes were different, you see, the loads were meant to work with today's top of the line equipment, but some genius somewhere had decided to save on cost and foist this stupid bot on him ARRGH GRGGH.

Being a civil engineer, he was completely unaware that the Noachian Defense Networks were now screaming, urgently. He was also unaware that even now, brigades of troops, some not an hour's drive away, were being awakened from their dreamless sleep. He was unaware of the magnitude of the events unfolding in the world around him.

When he was ten, he had taken singing lessons. Little Drake had learned how to listen for tones, deciphering them like code by their harmonic character. He'd sat for hours with his music teacher and his younger sister, who took piano, playing notes on the keyboard and singing them.

No real music talent there, though.

Still, the memory of it came to him suddenly, and with it a sense of overriding calm. Followed closely by some confusion. Why do childhood memories sometimes come up for no reason?

He heard the faint, whirring cry of airborne munitions. What was that, a high D-flat?

Then the warehouse was obliterated in a quick fiery storm as the oxygen was ignited and Drake Johnson remembered his sister's piano lessons no more.

[ooc: i know you have ground troops attacking too. That happens outside, the warehouse is only one part of the civilian station.]

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[code:1:72b7ef59af]
Noachian Defense Grid Report 3-43-240593

Alert. Sector 223.
Enemy attack under way.
Numerous air contacts.
Initiating SOM/SAM operations.
Priority: Repel attack and pursue enemy contacts.
[/code:1:72b7ef59af]

As the massive coilgun battery emplacements flowed with power, the whole Noachian Defense Grid came online at once, awakening like some giant beast with a bloody nose.

The enemy dropships and their troops would have less than two minutes to leave covered airspace before surely being annihilated by a barrage of missiles designed to take down whole air or space fleets.

Their mission, such as it was, had been a success.

But it was a question of luck, it seemed, if they would get their medals posthumously...

Santa Barbara

05-02-2004, 17:41

Marcos Fernando, Minister of Spiritual Affairs and a Lord High Executive in the Federal Government, and more importantly Vice Chairman of the PCC Board of Directors, was awakened from his uneasy sleep on Mars by an alarming green report.

His sleep had been disturbed a lot as of late. The work was immense, building ITDO fortifications and installations, to say nothing of infrastructure, agriculture, some industry to this wretched red rock.

Both Abadas and Pratt had emphasized the militarization first, believing that to start with helpless MegaFactories before they could be defensible was too risky an investment.

Of course that was easy for them to say. They could manage to go to bed every night with a force of 9.8 meters per second per second, like normal. Fernando was in charge of the military mess on Mars, and as such had a mere 3.6 m/s/s pulling on him. It gave him a constant and uneasy sense of drifting away from one's moorings. Some liked the way low-g felt; not so with Marcos Fernando.

He stopped musing and read the report again. Attack. Dropships, gravitic powered, from the Mangalan border.

This wasn't good.

He quickly logged on to his messenger and passed the report back to ITDO receivers in orbit. There, it would get speeded back to Earth at the speed of light and scrutinized by CCCTG analysis and relayed to the Strategic Core Commander, the other members of the Board, Bob Pratt, the Federal Government, the CSF and all of Santa Barbara's allies.

The message was grim. Noachian assets under attack. Invasion possibly iminent. Emergency.

Fernando himself lacked the authority to do more than mobilize a "mop head" of a few brigades of FI. It wouldn't be enough, not to stop an entire invasion, but he had the entire NDG operational now. One dropship might get through, but a fleet would be pummeled into scrap metal like so many flying tin cans. That was little comfort, as the surface defense weapons would do little against a land attack from Mangala.

Or was it merely from over Mangalan air space? Impossible to tell. Fernando hoped it wasn't; he had liked the Mangalan ambassador despite their differences.

He prayed to God that all their work and preparation would not go to waste, and that he would live to see Blue Earth again.

----

Meanwhile, nearby troops in the hundreds and vehicles in the dozens, which had never been 'asleep,' burned hydrogen on the path to intercept the enemy crafts and any troops they carried. Security forces, really, more used to upkeeping cryogenic storage vats and polishing weapons than firing them. They would arrive at last point of contact within fifteen minutes.

Syskeyia

05-02-2004, 17:42

Syskeyian Mars/Angmar border

The Second Twin Shrine Pass. That's what they called it.

The border between Morgoth's Martian territory and Syskeyia's extraterrestrial province was heavily foritified with forts, border patrols, and whatnot. On either end of the border, on the Syskeyian side, stood two large Catholic pilgrimage churches, one consecrated to the Immaculate Virgin, the other to the St. Michael the Archangel. (OOC: They're copying a certain place in northern Syskeyia, which I'll point out when I get an improved map of Syskeyia on-line.)

And today it would be the site of an invasion.

At dawn the artillery opened fire in conjuntion with air support. Before Morgoth's forces could mount a decent counterattacked, Syskeyian units had already begun to cross the border.

The conquest of Angmar had already begun.

Forces for invasion:
25 Armored Divisions (13 from planetary Syskeyia, 12 colonial)
25 Mechanized Infantry Divisions (12 from planetary Syskeyia, 13 colonial)

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

Os Sanglants

05-02-2004, 20:04

Henri s'est penché sur le railing de son bateau et regardé hors par-dessus le paysage Martien désert. Les rochers ont jeté des détritus le sol çà et là, et au loin lumière a étincelé d'une colonie de Melkor. Les pirates marchaient c'est des rues maintenant, fera attention à même l'effort coordonné pour lancer les assauts de suprise sur leur armada. Dans la prise d'un bateau à côté de lui était des soldats de l'ennemi qui s'avait rendu - entouré par le canon scintillant de douzaines sur les douzaines de Bateaux de Cutlass de la Ligne.

C'était presque paisible vraiment. Leur première campagne dans un temps long et il avait allé comme le rouage d'horloge avec seulement quelques-uns tirent vidé. Henri a entendu des pas à côté de lui et a examiné voir que son camarade se tenant là-bas.

"Le message des Services d'Intelligence de Mangalan - les troupes ont émergé d'une fortification dans les avoirs de Kalessin et ont l'air d'être a dirigé notre façon. Probablement aller aller tue ces scumbags de la Confédération Martienne."

Henri n'a pas su pourquoi qu'il les a haÿïs, mais son esprit toujours tourbilloné par les implications de ces nouvelles forces. "Ils auront besoin de traverser l'eau - et c'est presque quatre mille kilomètres d'ici à là-bas." Autant qu'il a espéré qu'ils étaient sur leur façon pour attaquer ces chiens il a su que l'ennemi ne doit jamais être fié. "L'ennemi de mon ennemi était toujours mon ennemi aussi. Les regardons à."

~

L'armada a commencé à déplacer comme les ordres ont laissé accumuler la ligne. Les rodomontades et Cutlasses ont fait la course avec pour la ligne présumée de mars. Ils le flanqueraient sur ou la taille - les centaines de bateaux attendant d'attraper leurs adversaires dans un feux croisés mortels de canon de bobine et de feu de canon de particule. Les lignes longues de longboats ont encerclé derrière les navires de guerre et derrière les commandos, prêts à lancer dans l'érailler.

~~

Henri leaned on the railing of his ship and looked out over the desolate Martian landscape. Rocks littered the ground here and there, and in the distance light sparkled from a Melkor colony. Pirates were walking it's streets even now, watching for any coordinated effort to launch suprise attacks on their armada. In the hold of a ship next to him were soldiers of the enemy who had surrendered - surrounded by the glittering cannon of dozens upon dozens of Cutlass Ships of the Line.

It was almost peaceful really. Their first campaign in a long time and it had gone like clockwork with only a few shots fired. Henri heard footsteps beside him and looked over to see his mate standing there.

"Message from the Mangalan Intelligence Services - troops have emerged from a fortification in the Kalessin holdings and appear to be headed our way. Probably going to go kill those scumbags from the Martian Confederacy."

Henri didn't know why he loathed them, but his mind still churned through the implications of these new forces. "They will need to cross the water - and it is nearly four thousand kilometers from here to there." As much as he hoped they were on their way to attack those dogs he knew that the enemy must never be trusted. "The enemy of my enemy was still my enemy as well. Let us keep an eye on them."

~

The armada began to move as the orders ran up the line. Sabers and Cutlasses raced for the presumed line of march. They would flank it on either size - hundreds of ships waiting to catch their opponents in a deadly crossfire of coil cannon and particle cannon fire. Long lines of longboats circled behind the warships and raiders, ready to hurl into the fray.

Aelosia

05-02-2004, 21:00

Along the plain the battle between the Roanians and the orcs were raging, missiles flying through the air and corpses making piles on the already red Martian sand.

On the hills new forces appeared, three entire divisions of the Aelosian Airborne Corps, featuring not just the endless columns of Eldar guardians, but Falcon Grav Tanks, Vyper Jetbikes and squads of Aspect Warriors.

A message was sent to the Roanians:

"To all Roanian forces in the area, this is the Aelosian Third Mechanized Division. Withdraw, now, and reform your lines. We will cover your retreat until you could muster your troops again in an effective assault"

As the message came, the long range support weapons of the aelosians fired against the rear of the orcish horde, sending plasma beams and Melta charges against the Melkorian line.

Menelmacar

05-02-2004, 21:43

OOC: Melk, what exactly is that northern army doing? I need to know so I can do my deployment...

~Siri

New York and Jersey

05-02-2004, 21:51

Allied Airbase "Johnson Field", Sunset:

On the airstrip the 25 SA-43 Hammerheads moved from out of their bunkers rolling onto the airstrip one after another. The SA-43s had been loaded with 2 CBU-87s each and had a simple mission, close air support. Taking to the Martian skies, the Hammerheads flew toward Menelmacari Carnil before they turned westward still in Sunset heading toward the direction of where the Roanians were fighting with troops from the Minas Morion fort. Traveling 300 feet above the ground the fighters were broken up into groups of five and were assigned to hit different areas of the battlefield.

All of them were suppose to hit areas behind the main battlefront in an attempt to wipe out any supplies, artillary, or command facilities. However one group would be dropping close to the mainlain in order to also attempt to take out nearby troops. Most of the fighters flew in a diamond formation except for the one aimming for the main battleline. They would be flying in a single file formation dropping their bombs like a B-17 formation of old waiting for the group leader before they dropped ensuring saturation of a target and overlapping as well. The CBU-87 was a nasty piece of hardware, each one having 202 bomblets inside of the main canister it could leave a footprint 200 meters wide by 400 meters long.

Aelosia

05-02-2004, 22:49

With a roar, several squads of Howling Banshees, Dire Avengers and Striking Scorpions came down the hill, troops specialized in close combat assault, fast, agile and deadly. The tanks and artillery batteries on the hills nearby continued to spit destruction on the rear of the Melkorians forces as the Aelosian infantry cheered the arrival of NYNJ air forces.

An officer, clad in the armor of the Swooping Hawks Exarchs, stepped forward "We're not alone this day, our friends from all across the universe supports us in this war against the Northern Wind of the Ancient and Elemental Evil. Utúlië'n Aurë, Utúlië'n Aurë!", he yelled as the rest of the infantry prepared their melle weapons and came down the hills in perfect formation, supported by the light tanks and the Vyper Jetbikes.

The infantry wave approached the Roanian line, ready to support the defense of the line and launch an offensive to force the orcs to retreat into their fortress again. With a humming sound the Aelosian bombers appeared in the sky, almost two hundred fast and maneouvrable vessels carrying a deadly volley of fire capable of levelling a mountain.

Aelosia

05-02-2004, 22:49

Triple post!

Aelosia

05-02-2004, 22:54

Triple post!

imported_Sentient Peoples

05-02-2004, 23:46

The Federation Colony of Sentient Mars reacted with horror at the violence just across their border. The Martian Assets of Lord Melkor's Imperium were being attacked by a massive coalition. As civilians attempted to go about with their lives, the projected sky would occasionally be lit with brilliant flashes of far distant combat.

The Third Task Group, the Fifth and Sixth Space Battle Groups, had been called, and would arrive to orbit with the next sunrise. The Martian Regiment bounced out of their barracks, battle armor gleaming in the sun's dull light. The protective fighter squadrons, prepared for combat as best they could, for their base was not yet completed.

The arcologies built in hangers were just not designed for the Federation aerospace fighters. High overhead, newly deployed HA Observation Satellites reported what occured on the surface as the sensors of the five frieghters gave a clear picture of what happened in space's cold vacuum.

Seraphim Order Embassy

06-02-2004, 00:49

[Quantum Encryption - Santa Barbara]

Start

We have been alerted to your situation and are monitoring it closely.

End

Order of the Seraphim (http://s2.invisionfree.com/Order_ofthe_Seraphim/index.php?act=idx)

[Quantum Encryption - All nations on Mars or that have interests in Mars]

Start

You have been notified already by The PrattCo Conglomerate of their neutrality in this entire affair and the consequences of violating that neutrality. Now heed this warning. Do not attempt to test their resolve.

End

Order of the Seraphim (http://s2.invisionfree.com/Order_ofthe_Seraphim/index.php?act=idx)

06-02-2004, 04:50

OOC: Posting in response to Auman, has nothing to do with Melkor.

IC:
Commander Alex Sanders took the folder, and then screamed at a trooper who was playing around with a new weapon. "Leave that alone, trooper! We need that!" The trooper reluctantly left the weapon alone, before other troopers came and ran off with it to the target range. "Damnit, this shouldn't be happening. Soon as we leave SR, they think they can do what they want. Anyway, what have we got here?"

Sanders scanned through the folder. "Sorry, but this doesn't really make that much sense to be, can you elabour- NO! LEAVE IT!" Nine troopers were trying to raid the ration pack dropship, while a two terrified officers tried to keep them under control. They ran off when some special forces units came over to see what was wrong. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, can you please elabourate?"

"These Commander Sanders are your orders...Your men are to move to Bekanel Pass and garrison it, and wait for possible orders to move into Hellespontos and support the 1st Liberation Group headed up by Lord General Ilritz. If these orders do not come, your men are to hold position and make sure no enemies pass. Your dataslate will contain any and all information you 'need' to know. What the enemy looks like, what their weapons are like and of course detailed maps of the area. I must stress to you commander that these maps cannot! fall into the hands of the enemy as they contain information on the locations of Aumanii positions through out the theatre of combat. I suppose I'll leave you alone, there is a lot of information you'll have to sift through. I'll talk to you in your office in the morning. Good day Commander." The political officer saluted and stalked away.

OOC:

I get to actual war stuff tomorrow.

Alex stood there and watched the officer stalk away. Then, he turned to the other troopers. "Ground crew are ordered to stay here, as are Recon groups 5, 9 and 10. Wait here for 2nd Army to land. The rest of you, haul your asses onto the drop ships!" Alex walked off to the Command Tent, and started to help pack up The Theta Project Battlefield system to load onto the dropships.

Jay Hawkins stared out at the groud below him, his SR-11 Assault Rifle pointed down at the ground. The doors of the drop ship had been lowered, and a few troopers were sitting on the edge, most just to avoid the horrible smell that had somehow got into the dropship. Jay had another reason for sitting out here though, he wanted to try out the new heartbeat sensor and SR-HUD that SR just splashed out the cash to buy. It cost a fortune, and this was the first time it had been used in combat.

OOC: I assume you all know what a heartbeat sensor does? It picks up the "tick" of a human heart, and paints the signal onto a HUD device. It cannot determine between Friendly and Enemy targets, and there are ways to decieve it. The Theta Project is SR technology which combines the heartbeat sensor with another sensor which is picked up and then painted on the HUD to paint Friendly soldiers. The HUD is displayed on a Visor which all SR troopers have on their helmets. I'll post a picutre of a SR trooper later on.

There was nothing out there to pick up, so Jay had to be content with playing around with the digital zoom optiuon. After he had exhaused that source of entertainment, he decided to eat some of his ration pack.

The dropship made it to the Bekanel Pass at last, and they offloaded the defensive positions and turrets and such, and started to set up a fortified area. Snipers looked for high ground and trees, technicians set up The Theta Project server, and slowly the plan came together.

Melkor Unchained

06-02-2004, 05:10

It was time. It was time to reveal Minas Morion in its full wrath, which would be brought down swiftly on the northern ivaders. The real army had by now reached the northern gate beneath the earth. The ground shook as they closed in, and seemed to move. The Gate had been built flush with the ground, complete with a mask on the outside--rocks and such had been on top of it--even some small foothills. The massive Olog-Hai wrenched open the gate as their taskmasters blew their mighty trumpets, the call ringing loudly across the landscape.

In the air above, fighters streaked out to intercept the incoming NYNJ aircraft, as it bombed the retreating orcs. AA systems were fired as a first-strike measure, but ceased once friendly air cover rolled in. The missile systems needed time to gather the signitures of the craft in the area, and differentiate them.

More orcs pured from the Ephel Duath as the main attacking force [or what was left of it, rather] broke off and fled back to the hills, gibbering and screaming with pain and rage. The orc-cheiftans checked their armies and ran them back south.

It was then that the attackers saw the first lines of the Minas Morion horde come streaming out of the concealed gate. The Uruk Hai washed over the land as they raced out to meet their foe. Their numbers were difficult to gague, given their pace. Rounding out the attack force were Wargs and Olog Hai, the latter decidedly mushch slower getting to the Front. Soon the Wargs would descend on their enemies and throw them into disarray. The Uruk-Hai and trolls would be enough to finish them for sure.

Long range artillery sysems from the mountains targetted what they reasoned to be the firing point of the Aelosian long-range weapons. The massive kinetic guns pointed skyward and launched their shells at their counterparts violently. Hundreds of shells rained on the Aelosian artillery when all was said and done.

During the brief lull while the reinforcing army sped towards their foe, the brunt of the Tower's artillery and missile systems were brough to bear on the attackers. Massive shells streaked to the ground, unending for a full ten minutes, focused mainly on the front and center of the Roanian/Aelosian forces. More sonic missiles were prepped for launch, but remained primed and did not fire. Some silos searched for targets in the southeast, where apparently some other army [that can mobilize 14 divisions in one post] was approaching. Imakarum paid them no heed as of yet: their trek through Angmar would likely kill more of them than he would anyway.

Now the Third Assault force prepared to meet the Syskeyians. Beneath the earth the mobilization continued, unabated. Imakarum still had a massive pool of Orcs and Uruk-Hai besides.

[for ooc use in calculating your losses and such, you're being attacked by around 150-200,000 Uruk Hai, maybe 15,000 Trolls, and around 25,000 Wargs.]

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
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Menelmacar

06-02-2004, 06:09

We are there...

It was time; it had been long awaited. The Menelmacari had promised their allies time and again that they would deploy, that they would commit to the field, and at last the logistics were in place for the deployment. Melkor had fired upon the colony, and such had to be answered.

The forces of Menelmacari Carnil issued forth... five field armies ventured south across the sparse grasses of the crimson southern plains. Formation upon formation, rank upon rank, of the elegant Menelmacari vehicles and the soldiers in their armor, the galvorn sheathing Elf and gravtank alike shimmering darkly in the distant sunlight. Mixed in with the high technology of the modern age were some touches of tradition... the call of Elven trumpets rolled over the plains, and long, colorful banners flew from the vehicles. Above flew delta-formations of aircraft; fighters and gunships, and a few of the Loki dropships, probably laden with supplies. South they went, nearing the border.

Along the border there were heavy gun emplacements, both plasma and grav-launched ballistic in nature. There were missile racks as well, armed with both Aicasicil (Fell Dagger) light missiles and Nar-Hathel (Fireblade) heavy cruise missiles.

And there were Grand Cannons.

The colony had ten, but only four were in the southern regions, and had line of sight to Morgoth's stronghold. Normally, the Grand Cannons would be used to stave off an ortillery strike by a hostile fleet, and were strong enough to kill light warships in orbit, and cripple heavy ones. Today, however, they would be put to an unusual purpose - artillery. It was not often, especially on a small world like Mars, that a plasma weapon of a Grand Cannon's size could engage a surface target, but Minas Morion was of such an incredible size... Yes, they could hit it.

OOC:

Ground forces: Roughly 100,000 Elves. Maybe 850 each of Tarmecil (Claymore) gravitic MBT's and Tarocco (Stallion) gravitic IFV's. ~200 Lenwacú (Longbow) gravitic self-propelled field guns. A field army is about how much can be carried on a Daeron-class heavy transport.

Air forces: about 400 Thoron (Eagle) fighters and 200 Lomefion (Nighthawk) gunships. There are five Loki dropships, each with cargo MAM pods, they're carrying supplies for the troops.

VERY OOC:

The armies will march south towards the border, and the guns will be silent until then. About a half-hour before they cross the artillery (both SP and static) will open up; missiles will go after Melkor's aircraft, ballistics will target the uruk army, plasma, including the Grand Cannons, will target the mountain itself, aiming especially for the sources of those kinetic strikes, and also for openings in the mountainside.

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High Queen and Lady-Protector of Elvenkind
"We have known freedom's price. We have shown freedom's power. We will see freedom's victory."
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Clicky-clicky!

06-02-2004, 06:23

Open Message to involved parties:

The nation of Santa Barbara has expressed its neutrality in this conflict. We strongly recommend against violating that neutrality.

As an allied nation of Santa Barbara I would expect that should my forces come to augment their defense under a similar flag of neutrality that there will be no incidences as long as everyones respective airspace is respected.

Auman

06-02-2004, 06:34

Flight Commander Tuareg had heard the reports en route from the first wave, "Hellespontos wall, out of commission. Engaging enemy air targets. In sector Niner-Niner-One North East sector." fingering a communications rune Tuareg informed the first strike wave that he and his 108 Air Superiority fighters were on route. "We will relieve 'Fury' in one-five minutes. Be advised, enemy troop movements have been detected in Twoo-one-niner South East Sector as well as three-twoo-one South West Sector." a response crackled the the comm "Fury Squadron stands advised, Fury squadron re-routed to Twoo-one-niner. Fury leader, out." the communication was followed by a loud, grating 'pop-crack!'. Suddenly, to the right of "Stryker" squadron, as it was called, a wing of enemy aircraft was seen making full haste from Minas Morion(or where ever) "This is Stryker leader, to all wings. Engage at will." Tuareg cut a sharp left and came down onto top of the enemy air wing, let loose a missile as soon as lock was verified "Stryker Leader, fox 1!" a jet of flame followed the high yield missile as it lanced towards the enemy, many more followed in its wake.

-----

Colonel Sorgstrom heard the crump of detonations above him, followed by the sound of heavy equipment being moved. Sorgstrom looked at his radioman and gave him a sharp nod, knowing what that meant the radio operator informed all other battle groups under Hellespontos "This is Tulip 1 to all battle groups, 'Prometheus', repeat, 'Prometheus' is a go". With that order 50,000 special forces troops began to pour forth from the various secret tunnels and trap doors located all over Hellespontos. Wreaking havoc amongst the enemy as they retreated towards Minas Morion, effectively neutralising the effectiveness of enemy artillery in the cities the men of the Aumanii special forces division came upon the Orcs like flames upon gasoline.

-----

The 1st Liberation Group had heard the start of Operation: Prometheus. "This is Lord General Ilritz to all units, make all haste to Ciris Aphalon, it must fall by this time tomorrow. In the name of Vascilia."

-

General Rosiro was peering through a pair of binoculars when Ilritz's communication came to them. He could see Ciris Aphalon in the distance, it was enormous. The city rose to at least 3 times the height of Vascilia city, though that isn't hard to do as Vascilia City is built largely underground, it was still impressive. "3rd Infantry, make for sector Three-Twoo-One South West Sector. Fire at will, though mind refugee's." Rosiro put the headset down and went back to peering towards Aphalon.

-

General Polosh's Artillery was attached to the 3rd Infantry for the time being and Polosh was practically just around for the ride..."Ugh...why the hell am I here?" he muttered to himself, no one bothered to answer him.

OOC:

Yikes...so much typing. Anyway, yeah. Thats what Im doing.

Auman

06-02-2004, 06:55

OOC:

Just for so you have an idea of what Im putting here in Hellespontos.

1st Liberation Group (Hellespontos/Ortega)

8th Armoured Division: Lord General Ilritz.
3rd Infantry Division: General Rosiro.
1st Infantry Division: General Birzo.
10th Artillery Division: General Polosh.
1st Special Forces Division: Colonel Sorgstrom.

Aumanii Interdiction Fleet, 180 Vessels, ADS Yamato: Lord Admiral Filomena Sanian.

Hellespontos/Ortega Air Wing:

1st Strike Wing, Fury Squadron: Captain Firenzo.
1st Air Superiority Wing: Flight Commander Tuareg.

SR Liason:

Political Officer Went.

Aumanii Interdiction Fleet, 180 Vessels, ADS Yamato: Lord Admiral Filomena Sanian.

-----

An Aumanii Division is really just a different name for the Legions that were once used by the AF. The smallest Aumanii unit put into service in any sector is a Division. A Division always has 105,000 men in it. Whether it be an Infantry division, Artillery, Armour, Mechanized infantry or air defense its always the same.

An Armoured Division as a result would have 2625 tanks in it, as each tank holds 4 troopers. An Artillery Division has 800 Guns in it, though 105,000 men are more than enough to arm them, it takes more than that to secure them.

Anyway, Im kinda ranting so...yeah I'll stop. This is what I got in Hellespontos!

United Indiastan

06-02-2004, 07:33

The two Thunderbolts were flying in at 2,000 feet, and trying their best to signal the Santa Barbaren defence grid. They had allready informed the Mangalans, and had recieved permission to fly over their airspace.

"Santa barbera defence net! This is Indiastan Air Patrol 226. We have confirmed five Melkorian dropships heading in your direction. They have already attacked two Indiastani outposts, and we believe they've attacked the Mangalans. Reccommend termination with extreme prejudice, asap. Repeat, this is..."

---

The dropships themselves did their best to hit the desk as the missiles came up. Two of them were cut in half, vaporizing the hold, and sending chunks of debris all over the landscape. Another transport was hit as it landed, with similar results. Two of the raid crews managed to escape and run for cover as their crafts were destroyed. As the troops tried to muster for a defence, two of them switched on their high grain comm sets and began transmitting the distress message franticly. It was pre-recorded in the tongue of the Southerons, and once they figured that their position had been suitably given away, they vaporized the small disk that contained the message. Once that was taken care of, they prepared to get themselves killed.

(PS: As some question has been raised as to just what exactly these "dropships" are, I'll gladly clarify. As I picture it, they're pretty much fancy Melkorian helicopters, filling the same purpose as the well-known Black Hawk. Of course being much more advanced, they're not rotored, instead they're likely using some sort of jet or gravtic power source, whichever the creator would have equipped such vessels with. If you still can't picture what I'm talking about, erm, TG me and I'll try to set the record straight for ya. Cheers. ~Indy)

Sketch

06-02-2004, 07:46

To: All parties involved
From: Sketchian Peace Corps
Subj: Santa Barbaran neutrality
Msg:

We strongly advise that the Santa Barbaran declaration of neutrality in the midst of this conflict be respected. It would be extremely beneficial to the parties involved if a multi-fronted battlefield could be avoided. So long as Santa Barbaran holdings are not threatened, there will be no more trouble than there already is.

Santa Barbara

06-02-2004, 07:58

(OOC: Are the two Thunderbolts signalling to me from within Santa Barbaran Noachian airspace? I'm assuming they're not, else they're targets too.)

"Patrol 226, we read you and have confirmed incoming hostiles. Thanks for the heads up."

----------

Arguably the second most powerful man in the Conglomerate, Heinrid Abadas, Lord President and Chairman of the Board of Directors, eyed the small group of high ranking Feds, his advisors, at least in theory.

He had been elected-- appointed, that is-- President of the Federal Government since it's creation three years back, and didn't want to lose the position.

It wasn't the power. Bob Pratt was still the controlling interest in the PCC, and had the loyalty of the ITDO; he had only created the Federal Government as a way to boost sales and justify his rule.

But Bob Pratt was howling at the moon. He was confused, perhaps insane, probably because of his brother's death, but who knows? All Heinrid knew is that Santa Barbaran Noachia was threatened, and that he was the only one in a position to do anything about it right now.

"What are our forces on Mars?" he calmly asked the ITDO commander, directing his gaze at the 2 dimensional display on the wall of his office.

"We have the 25t, 26th, 27th, 28th, 29th, 30th, 31st and 32nd Army Groups now fully stationed and well supplied under Noachia," SCC Cheng responded immediately. "But Chairman, they are not mobilized. The FI divisions are all in storage."

"Are you telling me we don't have any available troops on Mars right now?" he asked, incredulity showing in his voice.

"Of course not, sir. The LTSTG brigades, and the FI oversight units are of course active, but those are simply not equipped for defensive operations on a more than tactical scale."

Heinrid ran a hand through his thick dark brown hair. He had expected the paranoid Bob Pratt to have prepared more for this kind of thing, but then again Bob Pratt's... condition... may have prevented him from that.

Damn it.

"Then mobilize those divisions, Strategic Core Commander," Abadas said. "How fast can they be ready?"

Cheng's eyes flashed a hint of concern. "The FI can be awakened within 10 hours," he said proudly. "But, begging your pardon, ready for what?"

Heinrid looked at the hologram of Mars, floating serenely millions of miles away from Earth, and the strategic maps attached but also floating. Square. Neat. Contextually highlighted. He sighed. "For anything, up to an including a full attack by the subhumanoids. Assume maximum threat and secure all the borders you can."

Cheng wasn't even on Mars, he was still in orbit over the beautiful blue planet they called Earth, at the head of the entire OOTG fleet. It was for this reason that he then said, "Yes, sir. What of my fleet?"

By this he meant the 1st Battle Squadron, headed by the four Battlecruisers, recently arrived from the original Mars expedition, fueling at Hephaestus.

"Mr Cheng, we can rely on Damocles and our... other allies... for homeland defense, but we will need all your ships there. Pronto. How fast can you get there?"

It was Cheng's turn to sigh. "Sir, we can do a full burn for two days and be there at the beginning of the third, at this time of the year-- but we will arrive there going at a sizeable percentage of the speed of light. Five days, if we take our time to decelerate. Which one we do really depends on what we have to do when we get there..."

Heinrid frowned. "I assume you will have a halfway point beyond which you must either accelerate on attack or decelerate to come into orbit?"

Cheng seemed surprised, lifting one thin eyebrow like a hook. Bob Pratt had never displayed so much knowledge of the operations of his orbital ships. "Yes sir, that we do."

"Then I will let you know before that point, what your course of action might be. Take your Battle Squadron, and the... 1st DBS. Leave as soon as your ships are ready, I assume that will be very quickly?"

"Yes, Mr Chairman. Within the half hour."

"Then you have your orders. That is all."

"Yes, sir..." Cheng said, then added, "sir, does this mean we are joining the Melkor War? Against Melkor?"

"We'll see, Commander. We'll see. In the meantime, we're not going to take any chances. Someone is picking a fight. We may just give them one."

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TacSub Vannos lead his squad in to the crash site by teams. It was slow going, for Vannos, a salty veteran of many a combat simulation, didn't want to take any chances. He knew full well that death, in the real world, was permanent.

It didn't help things, with the suits. They were light, lighter than seemed possible, and afforded protection and the usual combat data systems, but nevertheless the restricted movement and vision meant his troops were, like him, cautious. They had been informed of the Melkor sonic weaponry and knew full well the effects they had on a man's head.

Finally, a voice crackled in Vannos' hairy ear.

"Team A on location... doesn't appear to be any survivors from this thing, the cockpit is smashed and it's still burning."

He knew this. He'd seen it. The visual data was shared between each troop in the squad and with him and so on above to the 118th FI division and beyond. Information was power, and power surged between even the divisional oversight and security forces.

The second team, armed with the SAM which had taken down the cursed machine, now also arrived.

"Sir, we got bodies."

The visual feed confirmed it for Vannos' own eyes. Ugly, muscular, and very dead.

Orcs.

Vannos looked to the reddish skies, the thin atmosphere, almost as if expecting to see the whole Arda armed forces dropping in...

New York and Jersey

06-02-2004, 08:00

OOC Auman: The wall, much like the Berlin wall, no longer exists. Melkor has announced several times the wall was destroyed. Thus you cant have captured something not there.

Skys Above Northern Angmar:

"Bandits incoming,LIDAR picking up twenty four contacts coming in on heading 187, from the Melkorian base." One of the pilots called out over the radio. Another pilot called out several moments later, "Someone's got me a missile lock." The radio chatter continued as the SA-43 fighters moved attempting to duck away and go lower. Three of the twenty five fighters got pegged with AA fire. Two exploding over Angmar and a third crash landing on the surface below. Its pilot pinned in the cockpit as the enemy retreated. He wouldnt last long on his own and his fighter was quickly swarmed by the enemy, his last actions were firing his 9mm pistol through the cockpit glass toward advancing enemy soldiers. When the enemy fighters unleashed their missiles another 2 SA-43s succumbed to
the volly.

"I've got a missile..."
"Damnit break left you fool!"
"Its still closing in..."
"This is Bravo Nine I dont see a missile on his tail..his warning light might be malfunctioning." Bravo Nine blinked and grimaced as the fighter he was talking about exploded in flames snapping in two and falling to the planet below.

Back in the skies the SA-43s fought for position in the skies. They had their own Air to Air Missiles, the AIM-135 Spartan. However because of the weight from the CBUs the Hammerheads could only carry two of those kind of missiles. Fighting for position and turning with the engagement the SA-43s tried to get their own missiles off. If it degenerated into a dogfight with guns, the SA-43 had a unique advantage, rear mounted 25mm rail guns. The guns were automated to lock on and engage anything that wasnt friendly in the rear arc, unfortunately the gun was located on the dorsal side and couldnt fire below and behind the fighter.

"We've got a real furball out here, everyone break off and return back to Menelmacari Carnil. Let the elves handle any bandits on our six..." Came the order from somewhere, however once in a furball the likely hood of listening to an order of turning your six to the enemy was a bad as heck idea.

X and XVI Corps Locations:

With the South East virtually taken care of by multiple nations, troops were being shifted over land. However unlike the Melkorian troops which ran east, the Federal Forces used their transports, and ISSAPCs to make the short hops from United Indiastan over toward the eastern area of Menelmacari Carnil. Generals Patton and Ridgeway sighed as they had to relocate their Corps once more. However they wouldnt be alone. General Hunter had moved Allied General Headquaters from New Huntington over to the Elven colony.

It would take days for everything to be picked up and moved from United Indiastan and Gorgorgath to Menelmacari Carnil so only 60,000 troops and their respective equipments would be good(2 IDs and 2 Mech Ds.) The other divisions would be eventually moved however now was not the time for that. What could be moved fast was being moved fast. The troops had yet to see fighting howevr everyone was scared over what they were hearing about in Angmar. The fighting was suppose to be rather primative and close combat. While the armor was good against projectile weapons, no one figured it would need to be good against blunt nonprojectile weaponry as well.

Roania

06-02-2004, 08:41

The Roanians began to run, sticking mines behind them. Once the majority of the survivors had passed the line, the commanders once more ordered a gas attack. The green gas began to spread through the orcs, in the opposite direction from the Aelosians. 500 more Roanians died, both from the gas and the attack of the orcs. The other Roanians held a line, but were injured. Running into the mountains, they waited for reinforcement. Artillery pounded the orcish position again and again.

Meanwhile, the Roanian fleet moved into position over the colony, and began pounding missiles downwards. Huge explosives fell from the bays of the star destroyer, while frigates and cruisers jockeyed for position to launch transports.

<-------------->

Second hour of bombardment. Roanian Second Base

<------------>

"So, I hear old Thompson snuffed it. The LCC ordered the particle shielding up just before he crossed."

"Was a good man, Thompson."

"Men! Open the above shielding!" Grumbling, the soldiers set in motion a phase shift that would create a whole large enough for a transport to enter. One did. Then another. Dozens of them. Soon, an entire army was inside the Roanian base camp.

The order for march was given. "For the Prince, and for honor!" Tanks, artillery, fast attack vehicles, and hundreds of thousands of infantry.

Here to fight. Here to die. Here to kill.

"For God, and for Orcish blood!" They broke into a charge, plazma shielding failing, weapons pumping. Missiles tore them down, but everyone that fell, another took the place.

Whenever they reached an enemy that hadn't been killed by their distance weapons, they tore it to shreds with spinning blades and energy rapiers. The officers calmly ordered the tanks to fire into the mass, not caring who they hit. Rapiers plunged into the ground, making every step the orcs could take that much thinner.

And still the Roanians came, screaming for blood and their prince, and their God, who they were sure was with them, even here.

OOC: Total casualties: 50, 000 from Orcs and Orc related mayhem, my armies are in the south, so the attack in the north doesn't affect me, and 20, 000 from friendly fire.

Congratulations, you are facing an army of serial killers, who have been trained to enjoy killing to the point of sadism. Disciplined, sadistic serial killers. The orcs are only serial killers. Not one of them feels any conscience, especially not over the death of an orc.

Melkor Unchained

06-02-2004, 09:16

[ooc: umm.. Roania you're in Menelmacari Carnil right? On the northern border of Angmar?]

Roania

06-02-2004, 09:32

OOC: No, on page... either four or five, I pointed out that my soldiers had landed another cohort in the south, and that my northern survivors had split and gone both south east and south west.

You failed to respond to both of my maneuvers, because, I'm guessing, they were at the bottom of the page. However, at the time I thought that that was because you ICly considered them beneath your notice.

I do have some forces in the north, on the border still, but with the reinforcements...

(If it makes things easier, I'll ignore the maneuvers and say that everything is happening on the north. Sorry!) :oops:

Clairmont

06-02-2004, 10:48

Protectorate Space Station Hephaestus

Rear Admiral Samanta LePic read her orders carefully. They were as fresh as they could get, straight from the admiralty. She wondered how quick decisions really had to have been made in order for her forces to recieve their instructions this soon from the beginning of events that had resulted to those orders being sent in the first place.

But that did not matter now. What did matter was getting her task group ready and proceed to Mars to protect the holdings of PrattCo Conglomerate there.

She gazed at the small tactical plot screen protruding from the arm-rest of her command chair, only the Superdreadnaughts Windrider and Minotaur were ready to move on a moments notice. Two of her Battlecruisers were still on transit from the other side of the solar system and the other two BC's were taking reactor mass from the tank farm at Hephaestus . Her Heavy Cruiser force was still in the middle of that same task and two of them were even docked to Hephaestus yet, taking supplies and ammunition.

'It'd be a wonder if we can get moving sooner than in 16 hours' She mused. But once they got moving, it would be a short trip to Mars. With the maximum acceleration of her Superdreadnaughts, they would cross the relatively short hop to Mars orbit in roughly four hours.

06-02-2004, 10:55

Jay Hawkins looked at his map, then at the terrain, then at his map again.
"Um... where are we?"
OOC: I have no idea where I am, what I'm doing, or who I'm against... Auman can ya tell me through TG what I'm up to?

imported_Kalessin

06-02-2004, 12:25

The Emperor of Kalessin sat upon his throne in the heart of his Palace, gazing down into the great scrying pool below. Then, abruptly, he stood.

Ready the Dragons!

The Ctan

06-02-2004, 13:44

Initial bombardment of Minas Morion and Angmar. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2701625#2701625)

06-02-2004, 14:52

The Imperial Fourth Expeditionary Fleet is leaving the Clairmont Station Hephaestus as well. We will be travelling along with our Clairmont allies to defend Santa Barbara.

Clairmont

06-02-2004, 15:48

Protectorate Space Station Hephaestus

Samantha LePic glanced at the formation of light-codes on the large main plot, presenting her Task Group in formation and ready to depart for Mars.

It had taken them 9 hours to get prepared, and LePic had been truly supprised by the sheer efficiency and speed at which the 3rd CruRon and the 2nd and 4th BatDivs had gotten prepared. Now all of them were formed up around the Windrider and Minotaur.

'Most impressive' . LePic thought as she observed her flag staff coming and going in their business.

"Astrogation, i want Task Group course plot for Mars." She stated to the astrogator officer on the bridge.

"For a least time course, and with maximum military power, we should take heading one-four-seven-zero-zero relative to the ecliptic at three-point-seven-five kps squared, turnover in two-point-two-one hours."

LePic hid an internal smile of satisfaction at the hasteness and preciness of the astrogators course suggestion.

"Make it so." She ordered and almost as one, the four Battlecruisers, eight Heavy Cruisers and two Superdreadnaughts of the Protectorate Navy lurched forwards at full 369.4 Gravities of acceleration, the highest sustainable for the inertial compensators on the Superdreadnaughts, en-route to Mars.

"Communications, i want the following message recorded and sent to the Eizen 4th Expeditionary Fleet CO."

[code:1:3d7c1c9fe0]To: Commanding Officer of Eizen 4th Expeditionary Fleet
From: Rear Admiral Samantha LePic CO Task Group CSN 003

Message Begins:

We are currently en-route to Mars at best possible acceleration. Shall you accompany us for the trip?

Message Ends
[/code:1:3d7c1c9fe0]

"On the chip admiral."

"Send it."

Tor Yvresse

06-02-2004, 17:39

OOC Information at the start of this, I was unsure as to the continuation or what status TY would be in at the end, of a different thread. So I was unable to post too many troop movements due to OOC reasons. Now that I have spoken to Melkor about that thread I am free to move some extra resources. Assume that till now the council has been playing dead, and we still are in many ways...

IC Across the hellespontus/Roan border they emerged a small force in the balance, a force that had been selected for this task. If one looked closly they where all of them Aspect Warriors whose expertise lay in long range conflict, now they began to march across the Border even as the Wall that had barred their passage came down in fire and flames.

'Your orders Exarch are simple, the Hellespontus territory is open, extend the reach of the Council to such a degree that rebuilding of that wall by any nation would be a pointless excercise. Any and all forces discovered in Hellespontus are to be assumed to be Melkorian in nature until proven otherwise. Oh and Exarch, don't look too hard for such evidence.'

And so the Warriors marched on, and in. Even as elsewhere on Mars a draft Treaty was being transmitted to various Martian nations.

Treaty proposal on the future of Hellespontus.

Hellespontus, a scrap of land which has started more Wars on Mars than we care to think about, it has swopped hands more often than any other land on the Planet.

We therefore propose to end this situation in perpetuality, by suggesting that the land that was once next to our own territory be decleared an international concern, and monitoured by a body appointed by the Duma. That further more it it be decleared a De-militerised Zone, enforced by Treaty.

We suggest this before any hostilities break out between various nations, because the council will not allow a new Wall, a New military fortress to be built by a hostile nation, that borders our own lands. We do this also in the interests of peace.

Farseer Council

Santa Barbara

06-02-2004, 18:10

As the fleet burned away from Hephaestus, lagging behind the faster Clairmont ships but gaining speed at a steady, stately pace, a small round metal ball was launched from the Atmos.

It shot out like a bullet, aimed for Mars.

But unlike a bullet, this one talked.

It pulsed with communications signals, most of them directed at recipient satellites belonging to Melkor. These transmissions assured it's recipients that it was of course not a weapon, that it would be ludicrous for Santa Barbara to begin some surprise attack with a little talking ball. They also confirmed it's basic systems, offering no resistance whatsoever to any amount of scans and showing nothing that even resembled a weapon.

A basic scan would have found it to be a 1 meter diameter, metallic shell with a less dense, probably liquid inner core. More extreme sensors might discover it's low mass, and detect the gravity emissions from it's engine, which it now used to slow down, approaching it's target's orbit with precisely calculated aim and elegantly plotted moves.

It continued it's message, over and over, sending it along with volumes of information on it's trajectory, mass, composition, purpose, like some sort of Voyager system from the old days.

[code:1:fae9d7cace]"This is a PrattCo Conglomerate diplomatic pod. Requesting clearance to dock with available port or ship of Melkor's. Requesting permission to speak officially with a true representative of Lord Melkor on the urgent situation regarding diplomatic relations between our two nations. This is a PrattCo Conglomerate diplomatic pod. Requesting....[/code:1:fae9d7cace]

Svarog

06-02-2004, 19:48

High Orbit over the Taraskovyan Martian Fiefdom of Svarog,
High Orbit over Mars.

Several heavy transport ships materialized in real space and set course to the little Taraskovyan colony, transmitting all the identification patterns to the Svarog AAS system.

http://www.digikitten.com/playhousev2/files/Mishgan/heavycargo.jpg

***

Capital City of Severovolost,
Taraskovyan Martian Fiefdom of Svarog,
Mars.

Karadzic was taken by surprise as he pushed the mountains of folders from his desk and right on the floor to reach the holoprojector, which was blinking with an incoming transmission. The governor hit a little key and immediately, the face of Leib-Colonel Krasnov appeared.

- What is it, Leib-Colonel?

- My Lord, the 2nd Outer Detachment has arrived and is going to land... now...

- What? Already? The Center said they would only arrive in a day!

- Due to the instable situation on Mars, the Central Governement has dispatched the 2nd Outer immediately upon regrouping.

- When will they land?

- They already have, Sire.

Karadzic looked out of the window. Indeed, numerous heavy dropbarges and smaller dropships were descending upon the city. A small dropship directed itself immediately to the Governor's Palace and landed on one of the landing pads. Very soon, a knock was heard at the door to the governor's office.

- Come in!

Two men came in. One was wearing the uniform of a TND GF Colonel, the other one of a Sub-Colonel. The Colonel stepped forward and both officers saluted.

- Colonel Vasily Berejkov, commander of the 2nd Outer Detachment! Have arrived to serve under your orders and continue the service to the Motherland!

- Freely.

The two officers stopped saluting and sat into the armschairs opposite the governor.

- Colonel Berejkov. How many men?

- Three complete NGF divisions, My Lord. We are currently deploying all over the Fiefdom.

- Battlereadiness?

- Upon your orders, Sire.

- Good. Very good. You should go speak with Leib-Colonel Krasnov. I believe he will be your direct commander on Mars.

- As you wish, Sire.

The two officers stood up, saluted, and went out. Karadzic looked at the sheets of paper which entirely recovered the floor of his office and really pondered giving up his conservative habbits and demand that all reports be sent via holonet or datanet...

Aelosia

06-02-2004, 20:14

The Aelosian forces ran wildly towards the Uruk-Hai, clashing their powered melee weapons against the orc flesh with ferocity, trying to avenge grudges of ancient times. The first troops to clash against the horde were the Striking Scorpions and the Howling Banshees, elite troops trained in the ways of Eldar warfare, yet with the heart and the agility of the Sindar people. The battlecry of "Utúlië ´n Aurë" echoed through the plains as hundreds of orcs and elves alike fell in the crimson sand of Mars.

It was a close range melee, the strength and stamina of the orcs fielded against the agility and celerity of the elven warriors. At the same time, the slower Gravtanks units and big blocks of Guardians behind the clash suffered big losses as the artillery fire from Minas Morion send dozens of warriors into the air with the explosion of the huge Melkorian shells.

The artillery positions received the first onslaught of the Minas Morion long range weapons, just answering the enemy fire with equal ferocity, the high advanced eldar targeting systems allowing the crews to hit the weak spots in the fortress.

Soon in the plains the Sindarin were fighting over piles of dead bodies, both the black bodies of the Uruks and the bright armored corpses of the elves. The Vyper Jetbikes flanked the horde and charged, their scythes charged and ready to slice dozens of orcs in their onslaught, firing their shuriken catapults against the core of the enemy's army.

The elves used their higher training and better equipment to try to gain the upper hand, holding the Uruks in front of their lines until the core of the Aelosian army, the guardians, could support them. The Gravtanks could smash them if they arrive on time, but they were suffering heavy losses on a close combat.

"The Menelmacari are coming, this time the Noldor left their golden halls to help us. Don't let those orcs pass!, hold the line, hold the line!", were the orders from the high command, and the officers rallied their troops once more, the elven troops forming a huge dam to contain the tsunami of the orcish horde.

Losses: I suppose over 25,000 elves are "out of combat" in the first clash when they charged the orc line, two dozens of tanks have been destroyed by artillery fire, and the toll is rising...

Der Angst

06-02-2004, 21:59

ooc: Here should be something about Orm Embar/ The strange tower, however, i need to clear up a thing or two with Kalessin first...

---

ic:

On Earth, Moon, and the shipyards near to them, things were busy.

Something big was going on, that much was for sure.

Drohnes transported crates into ships, workers sweared, defences were mounted, or, generally speaking, it was a giant chaos.

Although... there was order within the chaos... hidden by it, a structure that gave it a meaning...

Soon, they would be ready for transport... it wasn´t entirely clear how many would come, but one could bet it would be quite a few...

07-02-2004, 01:20

Jay Hawkins watched as another 5 drop ships landed, unloading about another 1000 troops. SR had 60 000 now on the surface, and until SR got the rest together, that's all they'd be getting for the moment. Jay briefly remembered the War on DOL, and the beach landing, straight into the action...

It wasn't the case here, he was stuck on a forigen planet, choking down SR ration packs and shooting at targets. That was about it. He watched the dropships fly in, unload troops or supples, then fly off, probably back to where SR's initial landing spot was, or maybe back into space. Jay wasn't asking for action, instead he was asking for something to do, other than sit around all day and shoot at targets. He hoped that that SR would be sending more troopers, he hoped that they'd at least get 10 000 for defence, and maybe some better ration packs than this crap.

Back at the SR Landing Site
Alex Sanders looked at his miserable lunch as yet another drop ship landed to be refueled before heading back into space. Alex's lunch consisted of mashed potatos, some from of meat (he couldn't tell what) and some nice Coke. "At least the drinks are getting better," he thought to himself as he took a sip. He looked at the latest report. An incident onboard the [SR]Conman had delayed the 10 000 troops which had been sent there the previous day.

OOC: The Conman is a carrier class, holds 40 000 men, 12 laser turrets, that's about all the important stuff. SR's space fleet is still very young, so we only have 2 carriers with us. /OOC

Apparently there had been a small fire which caused major problems with landing bay equipment, causing a major delay with all of the dropships waiting to send down troopers.

A cleaner tapped Alex on the shoulder. "Sir, are you going to eat that?" Alex looked at the plate. "No, you can have it." And with that he walked off.

Melkor Unchained

07-02-2004, 01:43

[ooc: OK, some things need to be explained about Angmar.. I dont think people are getting it. Thee Ephel Duath--Minas Morion's protective mountain rage--is at its height on the Northern border between myself and Menelmacar. I will not accept anyone having crossed it without properly RPing it first. Since its just about right on my northern border, Roania's got a lot of work to do. Minas Morion itself is in the center of Angmar, maybe about 2/3 of the way towards the northern face of the mountain range, which snakes around and protects the Tower from the eaast and west.

Minas Morion istelf is built into a gigantic mountian which is surrounded by several large large volcaones--dormant but still smouldering [hence the smog]. The terrain is very rocky--the ground is strewn with razor sharp rocks and large boulders. Its a lot like Mordor in fact. The air--like Mordor's--is a noxious fume and will probably kill a good number of your troops is exposed to it. The smog can not be penetrated with the naked eye at any point. Furthermore, it distorts sensor readings and makes it nigh-on impossible to hit anything with any sort of accuracy from orbit [don't bitch at me for it--it's to level the playing field a bit, and to avoid the all-too-common "OMG I ORTILLARY U TO DEAT" bullshit].

One last thing: if youre all going to gang up and rape my shit, I expect it to be well RPed. I know you all have your "OMG ONE POST KILL" tactics, and i'd appreciate it that--since I'm ending my Mars storyline--that some of you could at least pretend this will be difficult. an IC post will be forthcoming, once I get a chance to read all this... but we've got people coming over tonight so I dont know if I will even be able to.]

Auman

07-02-2004, 03:40

OOC:

Melkor: Yeah, I understand what you're going through. Ive been ganged up on before and its not cool, I would be on your side if it looked like you had a chance of winning.

Tor Yvresse: "Hellesponotos is a miserable strip of land that has caused more wars on Mars than any other"...I see that differently. I see it like this. "Tor Yvresse, Craftworld is a miserable hunk of wraithbone that has started more wars on Mars than any other nation." I should remind you that my troops are aiding your "goodly" coalition and if you attack my troops in Hellespontos, well, I guess its just going to be a reapeat of last time. I should remind you that not even half of my allies have been informed of this thread yet...Dont you dare shoot at my troops man, its not worth it.

New York & Jersey: I never said I seized the wall. I believe a fighter pilot said "Its out of commission". My troops are surrounding the largest Ex-Aumanii settlement in Hellespontos, Ciris Aphalon.

Of Hellespontos and its peoples: The men of Hellespontos tend to be of an Aumanii, Norieganian and Roanian stock. Large men by Martian standards. They are not Eldar on the other hand. Tor Yvresse is trying to seize a human territory and impose its strange rules and alien culture upon it. It is the bidding of the people of Hellespontos to remain free, and thanks to Tor Yvresse in the second Hellespontos war, that didn't happen. The colony has changed hands four times and never were the people happier when they were under Roanian and Vascilian juristiction.

Anyway...Im waiting for a response from Melkor before I post anymore IC comments.

Automagfreek

07-02-2004, 03:43

OOC: Excellent story so far. Although I'm not space tech, I am enjoying this thread ALOT.

This should go down as one of the best RPed war threads ever.

Props to all.

imported_Eniqcir

07-02-2004, 03:59

Crap.
And Crud.
And more Crap.

"M'Lord?"
Martin snapped his head up to see who had spoken, breaking his internal 'dialogue', actually just a string of not-quite profanities.
"Wha...? Oh, Sarek, right, what've you got?"
"Well, still no new info on Darmhir-"
"-crap."
"-but we're setting up a base in Dolokion, and a message is out concerning martial law."
"Oh, well, that's good."
"There's something else, sir."
"Yes? What?"
"Well, the Melkor thing, ou said to set aside forces for that...."
"What about it? Is there an allocation problem?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm just wondering if it's really a good idea to get involved-"
"Of course it isn't! That why we're just setting up border defenses."
"-overtly."
"What's that?"
"Overtly.
"Oh. What, you thinking of BlackOps?"
"Sort of. We do still have that post near the Bay of Isidis, and I was thinking we could maybe give 'em a hand."
"I see."

(OOC: Yes, very cryptic, it is.)

Roania

07-02-2004, 04:14

ADK Mars

07-02-2004, 04:40

The transports moved eeriely over the border. Modified Upholder class gunships were already pounding away at the mountains of Angmar with plasma cannons and sweep lasers.

The Ever Valiant charged its sweep laser. The laser fired and fanned out, swerving and twsiting in various directions. The beam wasn't strong nor was it weak. It was strong enough to kill and scrap away some rock though. The Ever Valiant and her sister vessels continued along clearing a path for the K/S-0700 assault transports.

K/S-1400 fighters swarmed above, around thirty of them, like flies they were. They fired the occasional missile round, to aid in the gaurding process. Everything went along fine. Perfectly fine.

Sub-Commander Hirakobi Unotu sat in the transport with a deep sense of foreboding covering him. His dark green eyes were down cast, and his tanned hands ruffled his black hair. His sturdy musclar form was bent over, as if lamenting those who had to die.

God, why must we fight? Why Lord? Why? Why must we do this? Why must we add to the pain and not the joy? It's your plan Lord... your will.

He looked up and grasped his plasma rifle firmly. He placed his helmet on his head and fastened the bucle at the end. He looked out the window, into the smog. We should make this quick. he thought.

He unbuttoned a pocket on his gray uniform with a snap and took out a picture. A picture of his girl back home, whom he might never see again. It was a sad thing really, for the sight must be the same for all of those brave warriors going to fight the Sinister One.

He sighed and placed the picture back in his pocket. He had to hope, for hope was all that was left. Hope that the war would end. Hope that the trees would grow, hope for the controlled rain, hope for the controlled atmosphere. The hope for peace surpassed all.

" 'Mercy triumphs over judgement'..." he muttered.

The time for thoughts had come to a close. Now all there was, was to wait. Wait for it all to end. Closure was a far way off, for sure.

Other soldiers prepared for the battle. Most said prayers, but to different gods. To the One True God, to Aries, to Eru, and to Sirithil. The combined power of all four would be needed to help them through this fight.

Deep in the hold of the transports awaited the KSK-87 PAC, or Plasma Artillery Cannon. There were also sweep lasers, pulse lasers, pulse cannons, and other deadly instruments of war. It was sad really. Sad that such materials had to be wasted for such a terrible purpose.

War was War. War was duty. War had to be carried out.

Hirakobi Unotu realized this, as undoubtedly did his commanders and his troops. They were elite. They had to be elite. This was the fight of the elite.

To God be the glory...

Os Sanglants

07-02-2004, 05:33

"Le seigneur du Paix, j'apporte des nouvelles de nos amis. L'armée qui marchait du nord est prévue dans deux semaines chronomètre au moindre. Ils voyagent à pied. .."

Henri a regardé la carte et a jugé les distances de leur emplacement actuel à leur maison.

"Laisse accumuler le penants. La flotte du Montague d'Amiral d'ordre pour rester ici. Notre flotte dirigera le sud pour joindre le combat à Minas Morion. Fait dire aux premières et deuxièmes flottes de maison - ils nous seront obligé à joindre avec les provisions supplémentaires comme nous nous déplaçons pour Angmar."

Le Camarade a salué avec une lueur dans son oeil. Un changement finalement pour faire face à leur vieil ennemi avait venu et ils navigueraient pour les rencontrer.

"Fait dire au Kajali et la Confédération que nous passerons par-dessus leurs terres aussi."

~

La flotte de Montague s'étend pour rencontrer l'armée avançant du nord quand il est arrivé finalement pendant que la flotte du Paix de du de Seigneur a tourné pour le sud. Dans la pointe méridionale de Os Sanglants le deux mustered de flottes de maison et a préparé à naviguer pour le combat aussitôt que permission a été donnée. Si tout est allé bien ils arriveraient dans d'un jour avec les milliers de bateaux pour aider leurs alliés.

~~

"Lord du Paix, I bring news from our friends. The army that was marching from the north is expected in two weeks time at the least. They are travelling on foot..."

Henri looked at the map and judged the distances from their current location to their home.

"Run up the penants. Order Admiral Montague's fleet to remain here. Our fleet will head south to join the fight at Minas Morion. Send word to the first and second home fleets - they are to join us with additional supplies as we move for Angmar."

The Mate saluted with a gleam in his eye. A change to finally face their old enemy had come and they would sail to meet them.

"Send word to the Kajali and the Confederacy that we will be passing over their lands as well."

~

Montague's fleet spread out to meet the advancing army from the north when it arrived while Lord du Paix's fleet turned for the south. In the southern tip of Os Sanglants the two home fleets mustered and prepared to sail for battle as soon as permission was given. If all went well they would arrive in about a day with thousands of ships to assist their allies.

Kajal

07-02-2004, 05:54

Meanwhile...

Kajali dropships streaked across the sky over Gorgoroth, as did the gunships of similar design. The landscape below was relatively unscathd, if it could be put that way. The ortillery strike on the border had effectively severed any Maglev lines that may have existed by turning the entire area into a rather cratered battlefield.

60 tonne shells had a tendency to do that, of course. So did an ortillery strike by a plasma array that was originally intended to strip mine Phobos and Deimos.

Besides the point. The Kajal Mars forces pressed on, using the mobility afforded to them by the dropships and gunships, both of which were considered by some as "primitive gravships."

Considering they used basic repulsorlift, it did make sense.

While the main force continued to push the front line further into Gorgoroth, the second wave, which had been charged with "cleaning up," had been taking care of any problems that may have arisen, and had begun setting up bases within the captured territory.

The COs back at Aesirgronde were at a loss as to _why_ Morgoth's colony was so lacking in defenses, and since it was... suspicious, to say the least, they had taken every precaution. Out of all the troops that had been mobilized, half turned their efforts to fortifying their new holdings, while the others continued forward.

The Grand General was pleased with the amount of land they had captured so far.

---

Kajali losses thus far:

They started the invasion with about 1.5 million active troops on the border. That's about half the country's total infantry. The losses so far have been minimal, due to the apparent lack of any resistance whatsoever. I expect that'll change sometime soon... I hope. There's, aheh... like... nothing here.

Aelosia

07-02-2004, 06:11

In the plains in front of Minas Morion, Angmar, Mars

The young soldier ran alongside the rest of his platoon, her bright blue armor of the Dire Avengers aspect gleaming against the red rocky terrain that surrounded her. Her white helmet contrasted with her bodyplate, glowing like a lantern in the darkness of the toxic black fumes that covered the light.

Like a distant echo the explosions of the artillery fire filled the air, the swift hiss of the Eldar projectiles contrasting with the crude and deep hum of the Melkorian heavy shells. In front of her, the line of the elite troops, the Howling Banshees and the Striking Scorpions clashed against the line of the Uruk Hai. The air was smelling like a sewer, thanks to the noxious smoke that clinged to the atmosphere.

She turned to see her cousin, Uleth, running alonside her, and wondered why the High Command was launching them like a spear against the core of the massive orcish horde. The bullets and the energy beams started to fly amongst them, one of the latter striking the Com officer of her squad right in the middle of his helmet, sending the elf bouncing down the hill with his face destroyed and his skull crushed.

They were approaching to the core of the fight, and the firefight became more dense, two more of her squad falling to lucky placed shots. Culier, the man holding the support rocket launcher fell to the floor screaming as a long range heavy bullet cut his leg off by the knee, the elven blood quickly dissapearing in the red, crimson Mars sand.

She quickly found cover behind some rocks as she spotted several Uruks and a huge troll breaking the aelosian line and launching a charge against a nearby squad of Howling Banshees. Her Sergeant raised his power sword pointing at the troll, rallying them forward. "Move now, take that big one. Don't stay here, our kin needs help!" roared the mechanized voice from beneath the Sergeant's helmet. Uleth dropped at her side, holding his Shuriken pistol against his chest, looking nervous.

Finaith, that was the young soldier's name, just nodded to her cousin, raising her sword and her pistol and coming from behind her cover, joining the rest of the squad in the charge. After running a few meters she found a huge black orc in front of her, cocking a strange gun of unknown design, his huge tusks covered in red paint as he yelled an orcish battlecry. It was too late for the orc. She squeezed the trigger of her shuriken pistol and the monomolecular disks cleaved the Uruk's head in tiny ribbons, sending green blood like a spray into the air.

She kept forward looking at Uleth as he fired against a pair of orcs carrying some kind of grenade launcher, catching them unaware until it was too late for them. She turned her head to her right, another Uruk coming in her way wielding a huge, black axe. She parried with her sword, sending sparks into the air when the powered eldar edge met the huge, plain blade of the axe's head. The orc insisted in his attack, now tackling her with his shoulder and sending her backwards against a rock.

Her helmet stopped the blow against the rock, and she realized that it was her last moment when the orc swung his axe again aiming at her neck. But the Sergeant's sword was faster severing the neck of the Uruk with a well placed stroke before the axe could reach her. She felt relaxed, and was going to thank the sergeant when a point blank shot from a shotgun almost cut the proud elven sergeant in two pieces, spraying with blood the visor of her helmet. At the same time she felt something heavy and hot passing through the armor plate covering her shoulder, opening a hole in her young and soft flesh. She cried out of pain, and dropped her sword to the ground, kneeling in the red sand.

Uleth stood in front of her, trying to defend her from oncoming attackers. Three huge Uruks fell with their foreheads open by well placed shots of the Uleth's shuriken gun before another one ungutted him with a belly shot, then opened his throat with a crude knife. She yelled in pain and impotence as she picked her sword once more. As she stood trying to avenge her cousin another shot blasted her kneecap, sending her back to the stinky, soft red sand.

Unable to see, she removed her helmet, possesed by the ancient rage that lies in all elven warriors, and taking aim in the approaching Uruk, who was licking the Uleth's blood from his knife, she fired one, two, three times against his chest, not releasing the trigger until all the magazine was spent and the orc was turned into a pool of melted flesh.

Of course, that was before an artillery shell hitted the little hole in the aelosian line, burminating everything nearby, including Finaith, into nothingness...

On the plains in front of Minas Morion, the Sindarin continued his long time fight against Melkor, killing and being killed by thousands...

ADK Mars

07-02-2004, 06:44

"Inform the Os Sanglots fleet that we will be escorting them through our territory. We are quite a cautios people."

This voice, this femine voice belonged to Zona Tora, Empress of the Toran Empire and Speaker of the Martian Confederacy. Her orders were carried out the moment her lips closed after that final word.

"We would like to inform the Os Sanglots fleet that they will, of course, be escorted and closely watched throughout our territory. This is not a nspecial case, but is the custom with all foreigners. We are quite a cautious people who are ever on their guard."

--From the Desk of Zona Tora

Melkor Unchained

07-02-2004, 06:50

Kajal

07-02-2004, 07:19

"Inform the Os Slagnats ... Os Slagnats ...

OOC: That's "Sanglots", not Slagnats. ^_^;;

I couldn't help myself. ^_^;;

ADK Mars

07-02-2004, 07:20

ADK Mars

07-02-2004, 07:21

"Inform the Os Slagnats ... Os Slagnats ...

OOC: That's "Sanglots", not Slagnats. ^_^;;

I couldn't help myself. ^_^;;

Thanks ^_^ I'll edit as neccessary

Sorry for the quick post.

imported_Eniqcir

07-02-2004, 07:37

Each being rather distant when the call was sent out, it took a while for Mahonri and Shem to recieve it. When they did, however, it took no time at all for the two vessels to appear over Mars, forming an equilateral triangle around the equator with the permanently on-duty Pagag.

Admiral Remirez had just signed and sent off Martin's orders, and was now looking over intel reports of the fighting already going on. The idiots. What is this, the stone age? They send living people into combat, even when they know they'll take such huge losses? Psht, and yet some of 'em still harbor a superiority complex. Well, I guess leading a nation for a couple of millenia might drive me insane, too....

On the border of Gorgoroth, a walking tank waited every few kilometers. Not that they seriously thought anyone would try to cross, but one must be prepared.

The updated orders flashed over fiberoptic cables and invisible lines of free microwave to the Central Noachian Station, Lowell Station, and a conveniently placed drillsite just north of Isidis. At Noachia... well, nothing at the moment. More 'being prepared' type stuff. Good to have them on call as a place of refuge if 'internal matters' got out of hand. At the Oceanus Borealis drillsite, a group of subs departed for the Bay of Isidis, carrying legions of Entopters and Leafcutters. At Lowell, they went without carriers- the Entopters simply departed on their own, each carrying an additional two gundrones on their undersides, and the swarm of gigantic quicksilver dragonflies proceeded north to Angmar.

The Ctan

07-02-2004, 11:40

[ooc:Minas Morion istelf is built into a gigantic mountian which is surrounded by several large large volcaones--dormant but still smouldering [hence the smog]. The terrain is very rocky--the ground is strewn with razor sharp rocks and large boulders. Its a lot like Mordor in fact. The air--like Mordor's--is a noxious fume and will probably kill a good number of your troops is exposed to it. The smog can not be penetrated with the naked eye at any point. Furthermore, it distorts sensor readings and makes it nigh-on impossible to hit anything with any sort of accuracy from orbit [don't bitch at me for it--it's to level the playing field a bit, and to avoid the all-too-common "OMG I ORTILLARY U TO DEAT" bullshit].

OOC: That's not my intention. The point of the weapons I have fired (and will probably continue firing until they get through whatever air defence is there) is to land somewhere - just about anywhere and clear a large area of hostiles to establish a bridgehead, to land troops to the impending siege. I for one do not plan to "ORTILLARY U TO DEAT," or any such nonsense.

Der Angst

07-02-2004, 13:23

[ooc: Ok, here is the thing: I have RPed building a mars base some time in... june, or juli i think, perhaps august. Unfortunately, i`m not included on the NS mars map, thusly, i needed permission from Kalessin to use it despite not being on the same map he is on... which i got, so now...]

ic:

It came hard, as a rush, surprising them, almost hurting them...

It was strong, far, far stronger than anything they knew. A telepathic attack of this kind... it was almost... unbelievable.

The problem was, of course, that DA tech tends to be hugely telepathy based, thusly, the results were... impressive.

Mindmines unleashed their waves of destruction, crushing whatever lived beneath them, transfers in the huge networks slowed down, relais failed...

It was chaos.

However, they managed to restore order quickly enough... But the martian council was nervous, and they wanted to know where this wave came from. Unfortunately, the sensor grid, as advanced as it was, couldn´t pinpoint the origin of it... But the rough destination said it:

Kalessin.

They would need days, weeks, perhaps months until they would find out where exactly it came from... But The Eye was awake, and searched for it, on a low level, very basic... But it searched, it`s mind open, and willing to find it.

Or so they thought until luck helped them.

A second outburst, this time directed to hit space...

The ships noticed it, their pilots felt it... Their defences, mental firewalls as well as other stuff, worked, and this time, warned as they were, they managed to decode the message.

It wasn´t overly complicate, nor heavily encoded... just massive, large, far bigger than what they could do.

And this time, with the eye checking all of Mars, they located it`s origin...

It´s interesting. Far smaller than I am, but... very impressive.

The glowing tower...

I want to know what it thinks... what it feels...
You can`t do it. It`s a threat. We must eliminate the threat.
I know. What am i supposed to do?
Considering what it has done, it should be possible to use the tower against the people who created it.
I do not know if it has the capability of differentiating between Uruks and Humans. I do not know if it can read minds to differ between species, between friends and foes. If it can`t, i may fail, and the enemy will know.
I`m sure you will find ways.
I will.

The Eye was satisfied. The council had given the orders, and it would carry them out...

In the center of the eye, connected to it with it`s entire body, a human being... a former human being...

And it coordinated it`s ressources...

And then, it expanded it`s field, searching for the tower... finding it...

It couldn´t directly attack it, it wasn`t supposed to have this ability, being a (usually) defensive... well, 'thing'.

But perhaps, just perhaps it could do something else...

It extended it`s will, it`s mind towards the tower, touched it...

Where are you?
Who are you?
What are you?

It asked, hoping to get a reply... It´s wamrth, the warmth of it`s mind tryig to lure it out... whatever it was... hoping to establish a connection... Hoping to gain knowledge...

Hoping to be successful.

Santa Barbara

07-02-2004, 16:31

[ooc: Ok, every time I start writing a post like 10 people respond...

Makes it kind ofhard to deal with everything. Which gave me an idea. Since this is all more or less going to culminate to a large-scale siege of Minas Morion, I was thinking we could more easily just write up what happens in one big uberpost and be done with it. I think we'll all know how this will end anyway.

So, yeah, if this seems like a good idea to anyone else I'll start thinking about how to write it up. Let me know what you think]

OOC: Well, uh, I have no idea how it's going to end. For me it's just beginning. Hell, I may be the only one in this thread trying to use diplomacy rather than knee-jerk invading. It really depends on how you respond to that post o mine... I'd rather not eliminate all RP just cuz the outcome of the war may be set, because the outcome of whether or not I'm going to war or what I'm going to do about the attack on my colony is not set.

imported_Kalessin

07-02-2004, 18:34

Prince Lueifne al Okoilev of the Empire of Kalessin, Lord of the Delving Weir, was awoken from his sleep by a tremendous mind-blast. He hurtled out of his bed, clutching his throbbing skull, as his three concubines screamed in agony due to the telepathic leakage.

Wake up my cousin, I have a task which might be to your liking.

Still massaging his temples, Lueifne sent a plaintive wisp of thought back toward his Emperor.

Must you be so very loud?

Only way to wake you, with your mind-barriers up. Now rouse your riders, and make ready to take a trip to Mars!

Lueifne sighed in resignation as he stumbled down toward the snoring bulk of his gigantic red Dragon, Karazjaxackal;

As you wish, my lord.

Syskeyia

07-02-2004, 19:08

[ooc: ...The smog can not be penetrated with the naked eye at any point.

Does this mean that if our soldiers are in Angmar, they can't see at all? :?

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

07-02-2004, 20:43

OOC:

Yeah, Melkor. Uberpost=Terrible idea. Kale agrees.

Roania

08-02-2004, 01:44

OOC: JUST TELL ME WHERE MY ARMY IS!! I don't care what you do, so long as it A) Responds to my attack, and B) Tells me where the attack is taking place.

Auman

08-02-2004, 03:22

OOC:

STOP FIGHTING! YOU'RE TEARING OUR FAMILY APART! haha...yeah, there are a hell of alot of people on this thread. Its getting kinda crazy...I think we should do this lord of the rings style(Im talking the books)

We take one front at a time. Say starting with Gorgoroth, Melkor and the people there do all the combat actions and such until its over. Then we move to Angmar, Hellespontos, Space and so on.

Get one Front over with at a time so there aren't like 20 people posting at once. Its just a suggestion, you dont have to listen to me.

08-02-2004, 03:57

OOC: This is looking more and more like the WAR on DOL.

New ArAreBee

08-02-2004, 06:50

(OOC: Well this is late, but eh.)

"New ArAreBee declares strict neutrality in this conflict and will not suffer any sort of economical hinderances, such as blockades, large scale deployment of anti-FTL devices, and the misuse of projectiles in that they harm economical centers."

"Passing over New ArAreBee airspace will be allowed in accordance with aerospace laws, use of New ArAreBeen territory for strikes will obviously require a large fee and a strict liability agreement between both parties."

"Mercenary/Peacekeepers hired by outside nations will be considered under the New ArAreBeen responsiblity agreement, which clearly states that any attacks by these parties will not be under government control and a third party action that the New ArAreBeen government will not be responsible for."

"Please direct any complaints on policy to your local office, or if foreign, send a letter to the Complaints Department. Remember, your opinion is important to us."

¤The Tritarchic Dominions of New ArAreBee¤

Melkor Unchained

08-02-2004, 07:23

[ooc: Okay, my big post is in the process of being written now. I'm going through and tallying up all the attacks in notepad, then I'll throw it all together and write my post. I'm still only on page seven [though I've read the posts since, so it wont be too hard]. I'll be ignoring any attacks or further troop movements that happen after this post, until mine comes up--due to the sheer volume of the attacks I'm dealing with. Please excuse any slight liberties I'll be taking with my losses at this point--they'lll all die in due time anyway :D ]

Menelmacar

08-02-2004, 08:20

OOC: I'll post my army crossing the border after your überpost goes up, Melky. And I understand completely... you're being a wonderful sport with all this, and I thank you for it.

~Siri

Orm Embar

08-02-2004, 14:47

[OOC: I'm a bit dubious about this uberpost idea...]

IC:

The Tower did not respond in any way, as it continued to pump out its message of hatred for ADK, which hammered into the Eye's reaching consciousness.

Clairmont

08-02-2004, 19:10

HMS Windrider
Task Group CSN 003
30.5 Lightseconds from Mars

"We are in position Admiral." The captain of the Superdreadnought Windrider reported.

Rear Admiral Samantha LePic gazed at the main plot and smiled in satisfaction after noting that her task group was in correct formation and ready for battle if need be.

"Excellent. Communications, i want an transmission sent to the Santa Barbaran assets on planet, and remember to use JIL encryption on the message."

[code:1:23c50cb141]From: Rear Admiral Samantha LePic CO TG CSN003
To: Santa Barbaran Sector Commander

Message Begins:

This is Rear Admiral LePic of the Task Group CSN003. I have arrived with two Superdreadnoughts and accompanying lighter elements to assist in the defense of your assets on Mars. I'd like to know what is the current situation and if you need any assistance on the ground, notify me.

Message Ends
[/code:1:23c50cb141]

"On the chip admiral." The Communications officer noted after scripting the message to his transmitter.

"Send it."

"Aye Ma'am." The Comm officer answered and transmitted the message.

It would take a while for the lightspeed transmission to reach Mars and another half a minute for the response to get to Admiral LePic, but she wasnt particularily worried. They werent playing on minutes.

Melkor Unchained

08-02-2004, 19:47

Melkor Unchained

08-02-2004, 20:12

Auman

09-02-2004, 05:38

[ooc: ok, the attacks have been tallied [at long last]. Post underway.

And Syskeyia: to answer your question: no, your troops can see just fine given that they're under the cloud. I meant you can't see anything from above it. Sorry about that.

Auman: your 'surprise' attack on Hellespontos is impossible, I'm afraid. It's common practice for Morgoth to delve tunnels of his own when he controls a territory, and its safe to assume that southern Gorgoroth is rife with them. And since no one has bothered to check them out yet, they're still teeming with Uruk-Hai and goblins and such. Perhaps this is a case of miscommunication, but it's altogether impossible for you to have kept an army concealed down there given my burrowing tendancies.

Roania: your troops are in the north, and still haven't crossed the border yet. Given the proximity of the northern gate to Menelmacari Carnil, this fight is taking place mor or less entirely on Siri's land at this point.]

OOC:

Ok, well I didn't know that...I suppose it could turn into a giant tunnel fight, my Special Forces going one way, your orcs going another. It could make for an interesting battle. Though, my troops know their way though the Vascilian tunnel system quite well they have no idea where the enemy tunnels go...meaning, you now have the advantage. Of course, my special forces are pretty high quality(not great...but good none-the-less.)

So...I take back "surprise attack" on Ciris Aphalon, but the above ground attack is still going on. My special forces will fight your troops under ground if you'll have it.

Roania

09-02-2004, 10:31

OOC: Melkor, would you take it amiss if I sang your name?

*AHEM*

*warbles out Melkor's name repeatedly, to the tune of Wagners 'Ride of the Valkyries', in a bass voice.*

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have closure! :wink:

Melkor Unchained

10-02-2004, 01:06

Bajon

10-02-2004, 03:41

Could I get a full summary of the war?

It's been reported that nukes have been used next door to me, so I may enter the war.

Auman

10-02-2004, 03:49

Could I get a full summary of the war?

It's been reported that nukes have been used next door to me, so I may enter the war.

OOC:

If someones been throwing nukes around I just might help you.

Melkor Unchained

10-02-2004, 04:08

[ooc: two points-

First, they're not full-blown nuclear bombs by any stretch of the imagination: they're 5kT nuclear artillery shells--pretty low yield. It's really not enough to get worked up about, to be honest.

Secondly, if youre going to get all pissy about WMD/non-conventional weapons usage usage, try reaming Roania for using nerve gas [which is killing his troops every bit as well as mine, thanks to sonic weaponry].]

Sunset

10-02-2004, 05:16

OOC: A comment by the Martian Melkor Unchained colony on the regional boards - it was not marked as OOC, thus we can assume it was a policy statement.

37 minutes ago
The Dominion of The Mars Imperium

Hey, if you didnt want this to happen, you all wouldnt have attacked us. Given the circumstances, I hope the terraforming process is crippled, and will do anything to stem your efforts in that regard.

The gloves are off.

The Snel Race

10-02-2004, 06:12

(EGADS! Nukes? I warned ye... Grrr, when Melk finishes his Big Long Response, I shall have some butt-kicking to do.)

Melkor Unchained

10-02-2004, 07:15

[ooc: a few more notes before my next post--

Follow my lead with this terraforming threat and so forth. Imakarum is quite naturally pissed, and Morgoth's long held policy of "If I can't have it, no one can" will prevail in his mind. So whoever gets the best RP'd specops insertion to disable the silos while I stall in the Duma wins! It's my little contest. :P

secondly, please try if you will to keep the troop movements and additional attacks back until I respond to your front. I've still got a long bit to write yet.]

Wazzu

10-02-2004, 07:35

Dr. Helena Meyer, Minister of Defense for Wazzu and default Executive by Brian Walton's recent demise read the handwritten message over. It was too sensitive to be put out electronically, even on securenet.

They've stated WHAT? she thought to herself, rereading the message. How can we ignore this? That ancient bastard knows we would consider an attack on the bioforming process an economic attack on us...and after we stayed out of the conflice. Helena sighed. She knew exactly what the self proclaimed god was doing, he was forcing the issue of Wazzu Arda. The place wasn't even a colony yet, it had barely a million people most of whom were not even citizens yet.

So now we have it, huh? she thought, as if mentally speaking to Melkor himself. Your going to force us to choose, you or them. I'm not sure your going to like the result.

Helena pushed the buzzer to contact her secretary. "Yes Dr. Meyer?" the response came.

"Have Minister Messer put someone with balls on a diplomatic flight to Melkor controlled Angbad a-sap. He'll know what to tell them."

"Yes Minister." The connection clicked off.

----------

Not twenty minutes later, a young woman found herself aboard a solo-flyer headed from Wazzu Ardan territory to Melkor-controlled Angbad. Had she still had the ability, she would be fearfull for her life. It had something about traveling over a warzone with only one defense, the multi-frequency, multi-language radio repeater broadcasting loudly;

Diplomatic Mission, do not fire -- Diplomatic Mission, do not fire -- Diplo-

EDIT: OOC: Correction and clairification. That diplomatic ship is on Earth, in the Arda region. I was under the impression that there was fighting in Angbad, Sunset must have said Angmar (time to pull out that trusty Mars map).

Anyhow, even on Earth, that little ship would be broadcasting the same message when traveling over Melkor territory. The situation shouldn't be any changed for it.

Auman

10-02-2004, 09:19

OOC:

Yeah, Im only opposed to the use of WMD near the borders of Neutrals nations...like Bajon. If you unleashed a bunch of nukes into say...New Roan, I wouldn't care. *Uses limited telepathic powers to try and convince Melkor to do so.*

Der Angst

10-02-2004, 12:42

The Tower did not respond in any way, as it continued to pump out its message of hatred for ADK, which hammered into the Eye's reaching consciousness.

The eye felt it.

Hatred.

Hatred against ADK.

It was a strong feeling... it was almost overwhelmed it... Almost.

But it kept itself in control...

And now it knew it... The connection had been established...

Slowly, slowly the program was transferred, the connection the tower had created was quite literally abused to transport something the other way around... Back to the tower.

It was a neat little program... or thought, or whatever, it`s hard to define the weapons one uses in the war of the mind...

Slowly, it climbed along the connection... finally reaching the tower...

It´s mission, it`s programming, it`s idea...

It was to inspire fear... or rather, an idea of fear... The tower, who had just influenced mars to create hatred against ADK... The program was to change it... to let anyone on mars imagine Melkors Uruks as frightened little things, as mere nothings, compared to the wrath of men...

Men receiving the thought would be stregthened in their mental strength, to go to battle with them. No longer would they fear. Uruks however, would imagine themselves as tiny, frightened somethings, and, according to the plan, they would run for their lives.

Now, the only question was: Would it work?

imported_Kalessin

10-02-2004, 17:38

From the back of his great red Dragon, which was perched upon the highest crag of the great mountain which housed his weir, Prince Lueifne al Okoilev gazed down upon his warriors. One hundred Kalessin dragonriders, their beasts covering the plain below like some gigantic multicoloured carpet, as they slowly ruffled their leathery wings in preparation for flight. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, allowing his mind to merge with that of Karazjaxackal.

It has been long since we last fought together against a foe with the courage to stand and fight us, instead of fleeing in pitiful terror.

It has been long indeed. Too long. My Brethren are eager to stretch their wings over fresh fields and unknown plains.

Lueifne smiled genially, and stretched out his consciousness further. Out beyond the borders of Kalessin, to the Palace of Lord Melkor, where the mage Deckhan al Signei sat, his eyes constantly roving over the latest satellite pictures of the land known as Menelmacari Carnil.

Opening his eyes, the Prince stood, allowing his mind to join with all the warriors in his wing, silently feeding his orders to the Barons that commanded each flight as he did so. And then, he spoke, his musical voice resonating throughout the mountains and the plain alike, as his many-hued armour flashed in the bright noon sun.

“Today, my cousins, we go to war. Our enemy? The vile land of Menelmacar. That same Menelmacar which once had the temerity and inexcusable gall to send its pathetic warriors across our borders. For that insult, we shall today gain recompense. We shall fly to their Martian colony of Carnil, and we shall burn their houses, we shall raze their prized forests, which they value more than life itself, to the ground, and we shall laugh as their children burn.”

His eyes roved the ranks of his followers, surveying them with his calm regard,

“But we shall not be foolish in doing so. Unlike the fools of some other weyrs, we shall not underestimate the Young-Kingdomers. Weak they are, physically and mentally, and they may have little or no understanding of the nature of reality, or the essential truths of creation, but their vile, short-sighted obsession with what they call ‘science’ has given them weapons with which they can face us, and even kill us, if we are careless. So I tell you this. Do not allow your steeds to fly high and exposed above their cities, but sweep along their streets, that their strange and arcane weapons might stand useless, unless they wish to cause furthur deaths among their own people, and should you face resistance on any import, do not charge heedlessly into battle, but head for the safety of between. No city of the Young-Kingdoms is worth the life of even a single Dragon. And your honour shall not be compromised by caution. I am sure that there will be many opportunities for more glorious battles in the months and years ahead. It would be dishonour indeed if one of you deprived the Emperor of his services in such battles by rashness and folly today.”

Then, he threw back his head, hurling away his serious demeanor, and laughed, carefree and full of joy.

“Now, let us take flight, and spread flame and bloody ruin! For the Delving Weyr! For the Empire! For Kalessin!”

And the warriors bellowed forth an almighty cheer, and the bugleing of the Dragons shook the heavens, and the whole host spread their titanic wings, and swept upward, circling together in a dance of unparalled beauty, their splendid, scaled forms glittering in all the colours of the rainbow. And then, Karazjaxackal too swept from his perch, and the entire wing vanished into the darkness of between.

Ravenspire

10-02-2004, 18:42

South of the battlefield, southeast of Siskeyian Mars, was a largely-undeveloped expanse of land claimed only recently by Ravenspire. Here, a relatively small contingent of the military -- always among the first into a new territorial possession -- had sat, quietly, spread among key defensive points along the borders with Melkor, Siskeyia, and Vascillia. Sat, and waited, and nothing more.

But beyond Mars, near the much more heavily-developed Kuraboshi Megacolony on Deimos, matters were different. The fleets that had quietly gathered during the last escalation of tensions -- and that had never dispersed afterward -- were being gradually supplemented by new arrivals. The Tenth Fleet was due from Saturn in a matter of hours.

It was an impressive concentration of force, even by the standards of superpowers. But it had yet to move in earnest, and there had been no communications signalling its intent. The silver armada continued to orbit in silence, both graceful and foreboding.

Menelmacar

10-02-2004, 19:02

A massive cloud of crimson dust swirled in the air behind the Uruk-Hai as they ran ferverently at their enemies, roaring at the top of their lungs, thirsting for battle. Their grim weapons--guns, axes, swords and various other impliments of torture and death-- they waved wildly about as they trampled over the fallen bodies of orcs and their combatants to reach their still-living foes, their attack aimed simultaneously on the Roanians and Aelosians. Many of them grabbed weapons off the ground as they ran, having been trained to cast down melee weapons for guns on the battlefield. The black spire of Minas Morion loomed in the distance, towering atop the peak of Angoron, its swirling black clouds of ash from the forges under the mountains shrouding the sky like the darkness of night.

The war standards of Morgoth's Uruk Hai were risen to their height, the the tattered sable banners flying grimly over the formation as trumpets blasted loudly in defiance and rage against those of their invaders. Flying heedlessly over mines, gas, and through the enemy atrilley fire, they descendced like a flood onto their foes, fighting with vigor unusual even for the twisted abominations that were named the Uruk-Hai. They granted no quarter, and asked for none. They fought through slug and blade, enduring all they could ere they fell lifeless to the bloddied earth. Fists the size of flew at their enemies, foreful enough to shatter even the sturdiest man's skull. Greater in potence and fortitude were these Uruks than those seen yet in the field of war.

But the northern gate was not finished. Not by a longshot. First seen as specks along a ridge to the south, then growing to greater height as they neared was a third force, larger than both that had been fielded so far combined. More Uruk-Hai raged towards the enemy, these under an unusually large escort of trolls, which began loudly pounding on their war drums as they crested a ridge, the deep haunting beats of their drums echoing in the ears of their enemy.

A great chant arose suddenly from the Men, who marched in relative order to their counterparts already on the battlefield. Haradrim they were, mostly, with Easterling and Dunlanding marines mixed in. At the fore of the army strode the large men of Khand, revealed at last from Morgoth's clutches, these men had grown vaguely troll-like in appearance and stalked across the land towering above the other men.

Rockets arose in force from this army, the blazing salvo directed unanimously at Menelmacari fighters. High above them the grim warplanes of the Imperium wheeled around, and sped towards their foes in force, reinforced at last by several wings of fightercraft from the Tower, which attacked in neatly segmented waves, trying as best they could to spread out the air battle to their advantage.

The army of men was led by Field Marshal Adûnakhôr, who drove his army from their bases under the earth to meet the assaulting force. Gifted he was in the arts of warfare, and he perceived much of the enemy's plans though their maneuvering and attack patterns. Ordering his formations to outflank the advancing Roanians, the columns split off to the northwest and Northeast, around the rush of Uruk-Hai in the center.He ordered all available fire missions to disable enemy artillery, as it would have dire effects on his men if allowed to exist.

Adûnakhôr stood atop a ridge peering though his binoculars as he saw the massive Menelmacari Grand Cannons fire on the tower. Reeling around, he beheld Angoron and the tower itself as explosions tore into the fortifications. He snorted in contempt as smoke issued forth from the grim craters created by the blast--hundreds of orcs had been slain, no doubt. One of the large cannons could be seen erupting in flame, as men hurried to put it out amidst the confusion. Seconds later, the massive weapons--designed specifically to strike at the Menelmacari to the north-- locked into place and unleased their own munitions on the Grand Cannons that dared to challenge them. The massive echoing booms of the cannons could be heard for miles around as the shells roared through the air in droves--dozens of them, each shell capable of creating a 5kT nuclear explosion where it lands.

So unfolded the Battle to the North, and Adûnakhôr was glad, for the prospect of war overjoyed him.

Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
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[ooc: I'm responding to reach front [Angmar North, Angmar West, Gorgoroth, and The Southron advance] seperately so I can focus more clearly on each one. Next up is the ADK/Syskeyia front.]
The uruks poured north, and the Menelmacari guns spoke. They made quite persuasive arguments, in fact... plasma raked through any formations in sight, grav-launched ballistic cannons lobbed shells at any that weren't. Missiles fired as well, some spiraling up towards Melkor's aircraft, some scattering throughout the enemy armies pouring forth from the Gate. Wherever they hit, their gravitic propulsion self-overloaded, inverse pulses tearing outwards with the bright flash and massive concussive force of a white hole flashing into existence for the briefest shard of a moment. Behind the lines, cruise missile launchers fired Nar-Hathels, and the other six Grand Cannons also spoke; their statements were rather more sporadic than the others, as they targeted any Melkor-, Arda-, or GDODAD-controlled satellite or orbiting transport or capital ship that ventured over the horizon.

The four Grand Cannons blazed, vast crimson bolts of plasma the size of trains pouring forth, slamming into the mountain and the tower... and the Angoron artillery responded. Shells rained down on the border, and interceptors and flak cannons fired frantically, taking most of them down... some impacted the Cannons' capship-grade shields, the massive flashes of the explosions horribly searing the landscape, and destroying more than a few of the smaller emplacements, but not getting through to the cannons... save one. One of the Grand Cannons was targeted by more than its share of the shells, and overwhelmed, the sheilds flickered, buckled, and collapsed, and the terrible weapon was torn apart, collapsing in on itself in nuclear flame.

The artillery emplacements paused a moment, as if in shock... and then blazed to life once more with newfound ferocity. Missile racks faltered while automated feed systems brought up more missiles from underground ammunition reservoirs, before firing again... Nar-Hathel cruise missiles joined their smaller Aicasicil brethren. The cruise missiles skimmed low over the landscape, less than fifty feet, well low enough to avoid most engaging fire that could actually stop them, aimed at the Ardan artillery; the Grand Cannons, too, moved to avenge their lost brother, swiveling and re-aiming to zero in on the sources of its destruction. The Grand Cannons would focus on one of the nuclear launchers, shooting it until it was destroyed, before moving on to the next, and the next, and the next.

The Menelmacari aircraft swooped and dove through and between one another like birds... birds of prey they were, weaving an elegant dance of death in the sky, strafing and razing troops below... they soon had to turn from this task, however, as Melkor's missiles and aircraft joined the fray. The effect was terrifying; as is often the effect with an initial such volley, there was much destruction and many deaths, and nearly forty Menelmacari craft were torn flaming from the sky. There were just as many close calls, though, as the skilled pilots pushed the performance of their deadly machines to the limit, rolling and ducking and weaving to avoid destruction by a hair's breadth. One pilot, acquired simultaneously by a veritable cloud of no less than thirteen missiles, did not bother trying to dodge but fired one of his own Aicasicili straight into their midst. The weapon tore itself apart, the inverse gravity wave pummeling the incoming missiles as a baseball bat would if brought down upon an empty pop can, sending them crumpled to the ground as the Thoron pulled up hard to avoid flying into the maelstrom its pilot himself had caused.

All of this, of course, was intended to soften the enemy up for the Menelmacari ground formations, marching south and now within minutes of engagement.

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Wazzu

10-02-2004, 19:07

The Ravenspire fleets were not the only ones in orbit. Clustered around Ares Station, the WSS Archer and WSS Darter (http://members.cox.net/davage/NationStates/Wazzu/Military/Vehicles/Archer.html) (Wazzu's only two ships of the line) were a multitude of others (http://members.cox.net/davage/NationStates/Wazzu/Military/WIDF.html) of various types. The crux of it was that they looked to be preparing...to leave.

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Commander April West looked through a porthole at Mars spinning below her. Even from this height, the flashes of the Melkoran tactical nukes were obvious. She tensed a little as a hand grabbed her shoulder, then relaxed. "Whats going on 'dox?" she asked her wingman.

"I could ask you the same thing Geezer."

West sighed, "Same 'ole same 'ole, Mars at war again." Like many before her, she couldn't get out of her mind just how aptly the planet had been named so long ago.

"Common," Paradox said, "We've got a flight to catch."

The two turned from the window and headed for the Firestar, the ship they and their fighters called home.

The Ctan

10-02-2004, 19:21

They'd been waiting for minutes, station keeping, attempting to avoid crossing into the Menelmacari territory without permission. Finally, the recieved a message from the elves below, "Clearance granted. Good hunting." ((OOC permission.))

Briefly he contemplated shooting the elves instead - what did it matter whom he killed, they're all pretty much the same, annoyingly that wasn't in the game plan, and therefore, it would have to be a particularly pleasant dream. His claw like hand casually glided over a different position, and made another intriate gesture the fleet acellerated toward Angmar.

Without his permission the ship sent another transmission to the Menelmacari, "Hope you don't mind folks, but we've been amassing a few troops and we'd rather like to land them in Carnil before heading into Angmar, any objections?" A few moments later the ship recieved the same "Clearance granted. Good hunting" message as before.

When Angmar was about to cross the horizon, the ships altered course, some entering station keeping, some headed for the Angmar-Carnil border. The ones headed for the border were shroud class light cruisers - capable, despite their vast size, of landing ((This kind of laughable ueberness is why I have so few ships)) conntained within each were vast portals to the installation on Venus. The first shroud, the Death's Gaze landed just on the Menelmacari side of the Angmar border.

A flickering surface of green filled one of the portal, and a tall figure stepped from it, almost eight feet in height made of gleaming black metal, shrouded in a gleaming gold cloak, about its shoulders was an ivory breastplate, upon which was the golden icon of the yngir. On its head was a golden crown, and numerous golden leads and connections studded the back of its skull-like head. It stepped forward, its tread silent, the only sound of its motion the butt of the staff it carried hitting the floor. Seroth'tar, the Lord-Lieutenant of Venus walked from the portal, and to the side of the room, where he watched silently. Down a short corridor there was an opening, and the thin atmosphere of the red planet could be seen, beyond which a mountain range raised by Melkor dominated the view.

Five more skeletal figures emerged from the portal, heavily built they carried staves like those of their master. Then another five stepped out, and another, rank after rank of necron lords emerged from the portal, and took up positions by the sides of the portal chamber. Then came their servants, heavily build troops carrying a double barreled weapon, silver but for ceramic death masks each displaying a golden icon on the forehead. With this potent retunite of staff and guards the Lord Lieutenant stepped out onto the dusty red martian soil. He paused and looked down, then stepped away from the entrance to the ship, and thrust the butt of his staff deep into the soil, like a standard of Ancient Rome.

He stepped back and surveyed it. He was one of few of his 'species' who had the independance to do such a thing, but the sybolism was clear. The Legions of Death had returned to the Red Planet, and they had no intention of leaving again. He took another staff from one of the lesser lords, and send that lord back through the portal to get a new one, dictating a simple order, "Send forth all legions," he looked at the mountains that barred their way, "We march on 'Angmar.'"

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Around the landed ships, large drones worked, assembling the larger portals - one especially vast - for the great war engines that would be required to lay siege upon Minas Morion into position, and slowly, so slowly, assembling them. Beyond these milled rank after rank of necrons of many types, spilling from the landed ships and spreading across the landscape in the direction of Angmar like the swell of a tide, their minds utterly fixed on the destruction of thier enemies.

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Supreme Commander of the Necron Fleet, Chief-Lieutenant of Mephet'ran.

Sunset

10-02-2004, 21:17

President Al-Zief rubbed the bridge of his nose. It's not that the glasses he wore were improperly fitted - they were of an excellent workmanship. Rather the war was weighing on him and this was simply a physical sign of that weight. With the latest Melkor statement there has been a very public outcry - most considered it to be a de-facto declaration of war.

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In orbit above Sunset the fleet began to move. Battle groups arrived from their system duties and joined the fleet which was spreading out to cover the nation like a protective blanket. Fighters streamed from their launch bays and began to circle the borders, their numbers slowly increasing as they were joined by planetary fighter wings and squadrons. In the center of it all dozens of Menhit-Class assault transports opened their bays and dropped their assault shuttles. These took up position overhead while the Menhit's settled to the surface near several of the larger arcologies. Troops streamed out of their surface access tunnels and into the Menhit's. As they filled they rose again to hover in formation over Vallis Marineris.

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"The Duma will not help - and it is an obvious stalling tactic anyway. Melkor would have appealed to the Duma when he was first attacked if he believed they had any power. I'm convinced we must act, and soon."

Admiral Whitehall was correct, and Al-Zief knew it. This was no rash call to war - Whitehall would never risk his people without good cause.

"Very well - open channels to our allies and see who is willing to support us. You have begun moving your assets into place I assume?"

"Yes. I'll talk to TYCS and MIDAS at once and see what help we can count on. Intelligence indicates some are already on the move - we cannot count on assistance from Valinon however. They have their own troubles."

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The Athena-Class gate above northern Sunset yawned wide and light streamed out as the generated wormhole flared into existance. Ships began to emerge one after the other. Are's and Shiva's along with Anuke's and Hachiman's ooured out and took their places in the fleet. As the last ship emerged the doors closed and the wormhole disappeared.

Around Titan it's sister gate opened now and ten Hades-Class dreadnoughts made their appearance. These moved to join the TYCS fleets in orbit, their flowing organic appearance contracting with that of the blocky Supreme Emperor and President General warships gathered there. They glided through the inky blackness of space with no lights and only a simple navigation link bursting information to the rest of the ships.

In the Jovian rings ten flares of light suddenly erupted as ships that had laid hidden there left orbit and made their way towards the Titan gate. Their pace was leisurely though their drives burned brightly as they approached the still closed gate.

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OOC: Sunset has determined the statements regarding de-facto enviromental damage to be an essential declaration of war and an expansion of the war on Mars. In consultation with the Triumvirate of Yut it has been decided to issue this ultimatum:

Either there shall exist a state of complete and mutual ignore between the nations of Arda and the Triumvirate of Yut or the BF2k4 protocal shall be dissolved and a state of war shall exist between the nations of Arda and the Triumvirate of Yut.

We find this de-facto attack on the enviroment of Mars an act that exceeds the agreed on cold war status of Arda/Yut relations as well as a violation of the OOC agreement to leave Mars made by Melkor through a widening of the war. If there is no response by Melkor to this ultimatum the choice will then be up to the Triumvirate of Yut and the First amoung Equals council.

Kaenei

10-02-2004, 21:29

O.O.C.

Kaenei supports the statement from Sunset, and would, regardless of the outcome, comply with its responsibilities to the triumvirate.

imported_Eniqcir

10-02-2004, 23:17

(OOC: Ditto.)
IC:
As soon as Melkor's announcement was recieved, the three Phoenixes came to life, blast shields sliding closed over windows and sensitive equipment, external lights completely extinguished, and racks of Warfuries and Starfires extending from their storage bays. Not long thereafter, every Osprey or other battle-capable ship began appearing at intervals dependant on their light-distance from Mars.
From the Noachian post, three quicksilver walnuts lifted out of their silo and shot off like bullets across the erg, fading into complete and utter invisibility by the time they crossed the Nereidum, headed for Daedalia.

On the ground, convoys began to move across Tempe and Lunae- but very few held troops as they made their ways from Saoíliaíté colonies to Uranius, Tharsis, Ganges, and Hebes.

Aelosia

11-02-2004, 00:23

In the skies above the plains of Angmar

The sleek silouettes of the eldar designed bombers, the Vampire Raiders, piloted by the Sindarin aces covered the approach of the bulkier dropships, still slim yet slower than their assault cousins.

In the cockpit of one of the bombers, the flight lieutenant Aleith Hyral pulled a delicate wraithbone lever, making his Vampire Raider Bomber to enter in a slight dive course towards the surface of Mars. He saw the imposing form of the fearsome fortress of Minas Morion near the horizon, vomiting fire from the huge artillery positions and the anti aircraft defenses. He spotted a formation of Menelmacari planes flying nearby, already diving for the kill, dodging a huge amount of AA fire and surface-air missiles, then he adjusted the course to join the Menelmacari planes in the raid, the gravitic engines of the bomber responding quickly to his commands.

Inside one of the dropships, the young private Deiren grabbed the supporting ropes even tighter as the entire vessel started to shake, entering the orbit and preparing the landing. He looked to the rest of his squad, sitted in the anti concussion seats, grabbing their Scout rifles. They weren't equipped with the standard eldar equipment, relying on the Aelosian technology this time, the hooded Ellösar camouflage cloaks painted red to match the Mars' sand, the reliable and effective ShadowBolt rifles, the breathing masks and the soft and light Herilim armoured vests. The Captain smiled at him, placing his gloved hand over his shoulder and looking at him with a deep blue stare, to raise his self-confidence and wash away his fear...

The Aleith's bomber dove like a enraged dragon through the storm of fire around the Melkorian line on Angmar, navigating through heavy AA fire, using the inertialess drives to compensate gravity and force the plane into controlled yet marvelous turns and dodging manouvers. Findoil, his left wingman, covered him from the direct fire, using his more maneuvrable fighter plane to intercept the incoming missiles that could destroy the bulkier Vampire Raider, but soon a nearby explosion tore apart one of the wings of the fighter, causing them to lose balance and stall towards the surface. Yet it never came down, being stroke by a missile, causing it to implode as the gravitic engine lost control. Namarië, nai Hiruvalyë Valinor, said to himself Aleith, as a last good bye to his long time friend...

The dropship started to shake with more violence, throwing equipment and spare parts all over the floor. The Aelosian commandos braced themselves to their security seats, preparing themselves for the impact of landing as they heared the gravitic engine's effort to slow down the ship's fall. Deiren felt as his guts and stomach went up to his throat when the ship finally landed, bouncing against the gravity of Mars twice before finally stopping. The hatch quickly opened as the security bandages was released, and the red light and the toxic smell of the pitched battle entered through the opening. "A si i-dhú ath u-orthor!, Aléi, Aléi", was the battlecry of the captain raiding them to battle, inspiring them to came out of the security inside the dropship. He grabbed his rifle and stood still dizzy for the strong landing, then he started to run to the outside...

Finally Aleith dove right where he wanted, locating the heavy AA weapon emplacemente that was his primary target, as a missile missed him for just a pair of meters. Then he finally gave the order to drop their payload against the target. It was difficult to miss such a large emplacement with the huge amount of air-surface firepower the plane was carrying, and the Eldar targeting systems of the ship were more than capable of helping him to guide the bombs right in the place where he wanted them. The plane dropped the bombs just a second before an AA shell passed through the frontal energy shields and opened the cockpit like an smashed egg, the Vampire Raider Bomber dissapearing in a ball of fire. Naileyë hiruna, Namárië, whispered the wind in the midst of battle when the soul of Aleith entered the Halls of Mandos.

In the ground the twenty Aelosian scouts came out of the dropship, the guns of the vessel covering them as the echoes of the artilllery explosions and the crakling of laser fire invaded the hearing devices of the soldiers. Their camouflage cloaks activated simultaneously, blending them with the red sand, making them difficult targets. They had landed behind the main front line, where the core of the Aelosian army was fighting almost at melee range with the fierce Uruks of Melkor, holding the tide like a living dam. "Let's flank them", was the message of the captain through the com link, and the squad silently moved as one man, encircling the plain to catch the front line from the left side.

Karmabaijan

11-02-2004, 00:47

OOC: Task Force Sentinel deployed here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2696409&highlight=#2696409

IC:
Sky Marshal Yamanouchi grimaced. Things were quickly going to hell in a handbasket. Fleets were appearing, fighters deploying, and attacks were begenning to rain down upon the surface.

"Tactical, put the Task Force at AlertCon Zero. Comms, establish a real-time link with TYCS command."

She gets two quick affirmatives from the skilled bridge crew.

"Suspend all exercises and put up a full time CSP. I want any contact within 10,000 km positively identified by sensors or visual contact. Anything crossing 7,000 km has a fighter escort. I want the weapons hot, and the shields online. Upload cap-ship killer and point defense MAM pods to the Lokis and get them spaced. Move the fleet to a tactical sphere formation."

The extremely well trained crews carry out their orders with surprising alacrity and shortly, the fleet sits, ready and waiting, with its Combat Space Patrol screens swarming about.

Seraphim Order Embassy

11-02-2004, 03:45

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Sunset

11-02-2004, 04:03

Pulling the dark gray t-shirt over his stomach he tucked it in and looked in the mirror. Maybe it was just the boost it gave his self confidence, or maybe it was a flattering cut, but the bulge from 5 years, 7 months of the private sector didn't seem so large.

'Nothing like a reunion to hook up with someone...' he thought as he pulled the jacket with the familiar SDF logo emblazoned on the back. He'd gone into food management when he left the service, and had been too busy to get married. When the call for veterans had gone out he had feel like it was time to do something else, and perhaps get in a little better shape. He finished buttoning everything and buckled up the belt, then walked over to the wall where his sword and rifle hung. He had earned the sword and bought the rifle - it was like an old tool that he hadn't wanted to part with.

The sword dropped home in it's scabbard and he picked up the rifle and slide a clip in. Power LED's lit up and he ran a quick diagnosis. Once a month he had taken it off the wall and stripped and cleaned it - well maybe more like once every six months now that he thought about it. But he enjoyed the tactical simulation games and was pretty good at them. Not real life experience, granted, but he had plenty of that. He picked up the light helmet and tucked it under his arm, and slide the pistol into it's holster. Walking over to his terminal he flicked it on and pulled up the half-forgotten address.

"Lt. Earl J Claunzo, reporting for active duty..."

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All over Sunset SDF personnel were preparing for the worst. Retired officers and enlisted men were called and encouraged to come back. Armories were opened and civil defense and law enforcement personnel were issued heavy weapons and given duty stations. The backlog of sentients desiring entrance to the Marine forces were run through with relaxed standards and training began immediately. The first thing they learned was weapon use and safety - if it came down to it they needed to be ready as soon as possible.

imported_Sentient Peoples

11-02-2004, 04:26

The Ninth Space Battle Group watched as the Sunset ships flowed from the gate.

That sort of mobilzation could only mean one thing. As a result of Melkor's message, the whole of Mars was preparing for war.

A ansible message travelled out to the entire Fleet. Commodore Mifflin was requesting all available backup from the Fleet.

Condition Red One went into effect. Fighters and missiles prepared for launch. Weapons were armed, and final system checks were being done.

Four hours was as soon as the closest backup, the First Space Battle Group could arrive.

Within a day, 54 ships of the Federation Space Forces would be available.

Battle Fleet was, unfortunately, still laid up in dock making good damages suffered in the battle with ADK. A Task Force would be available within two days. If the Menelmacari holdings or the Federation colony were attacked, the Federation would again return to war.

The Snel Race

11-02-2004, 04:38

The Tree went dark. Not a single light shown from it's massive trunk, from Ankh all the way up to Canopy. The enormous leaves began to curl in on themselves as thousands of spore-like black dots poured from Canopy to sorround the upper reaches of the Tree.

From the upper reaches of Ankh, hundreds of sonic lasers began broadcasting their message across the face of Mars.
Behold Camael's descent and the Twelve-Thousand Destroying Angels! May Metatron show no mercy and Sariel take you into his care!

Ten-thousand wardrums began to beat at Phoenix Lacus, Ankh, and Argyre as Shadowcrafts began to spread out from each point like ink blots soaking over the face of Mars, and converging on Isidis, Daedalia, and Promethei, spewing Khaki Goo on everything remotely Ardan while hacking at the same with YAG and Nitrogen lasers.

ADK Mars

11-02-2004, 04:40

An immediate outrage from the Martian Confederacy went out, especially in Alequondale. The city of Alequondale went right up to the border of the Menelmacari Carnil and Melkorian Angmar. The outrage here was the most furious.

Thousands of doors shot open in the streets of Alequondale as streaks of plasma from Menelmacari Grand Cannons could be seen arching through the sky towards Minas Morion. Thosuands of soldiers poured out, Templar Gaurds mainly. Their grey dress uniforms had been shed for their battle uniforms, stillsuits. They carried two daggers, a bayonet, a tri-barrelled lasgun, and a plasma pistol. These men were suited to killing, and unlike many of their countrymen, were not afraid to kill.

They gathered near the border defences, approximately 70,000 foot soldiers, 7 legions. As the smog from Angmar wafted over the border, they stood firm, fighters and gunships surging forth overhead. They began to march into Angmar...

Knalatos Tora walked beside a Khristian two-man artillery mech. Tanks drove pass and troops marched. On his stillsuit was emblazoned the green and black dragon of the Toran Empire. A Toran amongst thousands of Khristians. A medical battallion and parts of a logistics corps went past. Knalatos checked his IR goggles, making sure they worked correctly in the noxious fog that was Angmar.

Further north another army began marching into the Menelmacari Carnil...

The mighty combined armies of the Toran Empire and Byblos Federation surged down from Alequondale towards the battle now beginng between the Noldor and Roanians versus those bastard Uruks of Melkor's. they didn't exacvtly march, 8 legions did have transport.... But this was the bulk of Confederate military technology, there were more soldiers than transport, but since when did pacifists need weapons to wage a full scale war?

Though 12 legions was most likely over kill, the Toran-Byblos legionaries were eager to see battle, and they could learn much from their distant Noldor cousins. Better to send them than the Khristians...

Gauss Rifles and plasma flamethrowers in hand, troop and mech marched, ship and fighter soard and hovered. It was a grand sight... But this would be a legendary war, and nothing less was expected.

Spacer Guilds

11-02-2004, 05:10

A number of CARMs stopped what they were doing in the A through C rings of the Martian Ring System, and, with the occasional starburst of bluish-white light, began carefully nudging certain highly ammonious and methanic chunks inward.

What was it they always said about the Lower Hydrate Ridge? Oh, yes- enough to set the world on fire.

True, it might make some landlubbers a bit mad, but oh how the ecopoets would love a fresh-made, scrubbed-down CO2 and water vapor atmosphere.

All this, of course, was probably not noticed against the foreground of a gigantic parabolic array swing into focus....

Santa Barbara

11-02-2004, 06:20

Aboard the Atmos, SCC Cheng twiddled his thumbs. It was the waiting that infuriated him, made him look to his weapons as eagerly as he avoided them, before, when forced to fire upon and kill the General.

Forced isn't the right word, is it? More like... ordered to, knew better...

Twiddle. Twiddle. Work gave him distraction from personal feelings. But there was little work to do.

The ITDO fleet continued to burn for Mars. Hydrogen was extracted and injected into the exhausts of the engines with clockwork efficiency, accelerating faster and faster.

No response yet from Abadas' diplomatic pod. The small round object was much closer to Mars than the fleet, still broadcasting it's message to the embattled Melkorian forces there. 'Pick me up,' it said. But it had work, it wasn't haunted by the guilt of something like patricide.

Cheng continued to twiddle.

[OOC: My fleet arrives at Mars sometime tomorrow night, whether or not anyone responds to it... remember it's purpose, well the diplomatic pod's purpose, is to maybe contact Melkor and see if he really did attack. No response, Cheng and the PCC is forced to assume he did, and I join the war. Just sayin'....]

Melkor Unchained

11-02-2004, 06:37

Imperial Marshal Imakarum Mirabilis sat in his fortress, brooding. The Tower could not take the assult. Already Southrons en route from Gorogoroth were being harried, and the Bay as well as most of Gorgoroth had already fallen in the first days of the conflict. He slammed his fist against his desk and swore loudly. At that, several of his men stirred at the sound, standing tiredly at attention behind him.

The men knew they couldn't win. Imakarum saw it in their faces as the rumor spread of their impending doom. The Tower itself was beginning to take enemy fire--though well from destryoed it was made clear to the Marshal that when these attacks were brought to their full potence, Minas Morion wouldn't last long. It didn't help that tensions offworld made it impossible for the Imperium to commit so much as a single gravship fleet, an odd departure for the Dark Lord who so greedily snatched up Martian land.

He reached for the comm.

"While I cannot for the life of me discern a logical motive for this unprovoked attack, it's clearly obvious to me now that given the lack of reinforcements, Lord melkor is clearly not interested in consolidating his position on Mars. I have been ordered by Warlord Alkanphel to cut my losses, surrender my forces, and sue for peace.

My words earlier were spoken through blind rage, incuded perhaps by my precarious position. I await your terms.

May Morgoth have mercy on me.

Menelmacar

11-02-2004, 06:48

"Imakarum has surrendered, milady..." Serendis handed the dispatch across the desk.

Siri nodded slowly. "Ready my ship; we make for Mars immediately. I should congratulate the troops and thank our allies for a job well done."

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Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
High Queen and Lady-Protector of Elvenkind
"We have known freedom's price. We have shown freedom's power. We will see freedom's victory."
~US President George W. Bush
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OOC: Just a shorty...

Wazzu

11-02-2004, 07:24

Elysium was quiet. The flashes over the horizon had mostly ceased now, and the bright traces of orbital energy fire had dissappeared. People hardly dared to breath, even in their undergound bunkers. A wrong word could jinx the sudden peace.

But the anger of the people hadn't dissapated with the combat, it had merely been forgotten a moment, suppressed by the lull in fighting. And fear was present too, fear of what the backlash would be. Would nations trace the use of nuclear groundbursts beyond the Imperial Marshal and back to the dark lord himself? Or would they accept the Marshal as a scapegoat? Would Wazzu? Could Wazzu?

Everyone knew the questions, no one dared discuss them. Not yet.

Sunset

11-02-2004, 07:35

"Surrender? He cannot be serious..."

"It looks to be so - a transmission has gone out on an official channel indicating the willingness to surrender Minas Morion."

President Al-Zief paced Villanova's office once more, until stopping at the bar. He poured himself a glass of wine - they made a fine vintage here - and took a sip.

"Let's at least see what he says. I doubt he will be willing to come to Sunset to negotiate."

The two wrote up their proposal and send it back the same way.

Terms of Surrender for Marshall Imakarum Mirabilis,
Forces Under His Command,
Colonies of Angmar, Gorgorath, and Kinslayer Bay,
Minas Morion

Term 1:
All Forces under the command of Imakarum Mirabilis will lay down their arms and present themselves for surrender within the next Martian week. Those that do not surrender will be considered hostile and treated as such.

Term 2:
The entirely of the forces of Melkor Unchained will be removed from Mars in no less than 2 weeks. Any forces remaining will be treated as hostile. Assistance will be provided in this removal.

Term 3:
Forces removed shall be removed to a destination of our chosing and in line with our stance on the life of a sentient.

Term 4:
Imperium Military equipment may be destroyed in a non-harmful manner previous to the removal of forces but this must be performed in the same 2 week period. All remaining equipment will be consider as belonging to those who hold the territory it resides in.

President Atef Al-Zief

Melkor Unchained

11-02-2004, 07:45

Sunset

11-02-2004, 07:53

Open Transmission

These are only our suggested terms. We will be consulting with the other nations involved, but we desire to keep this short and simple. This has drug out long enough.

Open Transmission

Auman

11-02-2004, 08:32

These terms cannot be accepted in the fashion presented. Given the large number of nations, we should probably meet to determine terms you all can agree to. I won't stand being subjected to Surrender terms from fifty nations.

Try doing it the right way.

--Imperial Marshal Imakarum Mirabilis

"The suggested terms by Sunset seem acceptable to us, though we cant trust most of the coalition nations involved to follow through with this in a calm and orderly manner. You can all expect Auman, a nation that has yet to engage Melkor in battle.(got no responses! :( ) You can expect Auman to set forth its own demands from the Melkor, most notable, the immediate return of Hellespontos/Ortega as well as an assurance from the international community to keep Tor Yvresse from assaulting Aumanii positions that are coincidentally in and around 'human' civilian centers. Auman will also take care of any refugee's, defecters and injured parties on either side of the conflict. Those belonging to Melkor or the Coalition will be treated equally and with compassion."

OOC:

This was is the second most ridiculous conflict in Martian history I believe. The first being the second Hellespontos war that was, Surprise, surprise, started by Tareldanore(I was being sarcastic)

Santa Barbara

11-02-2004, 09:48

"They did what?"

"Surrender, Lord President."

"On what terms, and to whom?"

"No terms have been discussed from what we can tell so far. They've surrendered to a combination of the powers attacking Morion."

Heinrid Abadas swore. "What a mess. And no word from the diplomatic pod?"

"None yet. Shall we dispatch another?" the secretary was young, intelligent, eager but managing restraint; a young man, and he reminded Abadas of himself.

Abadas leaned back in his chair, in his classic and affected pose. He certainly didn't look like a fanatic.

"Get on it. Inform the fleet to begin deceleration and keep a close eye on this thing from orbit. This situation could flare up again."

"What's our official position on the attack on Noachia and the holding of Melkor's territories?"

"We will demand an explanation. Fernando is to perform a thorough investigation... I still don't quite believe Melkor attacked us. But since it appears Melkor attacked us, we must have a part in the upcoming talks. Inform Marcos Fernando to further our interests. Maybe his word will have more meaning with the fleet backing him up"

"But sire, dead orcs...the gravitic signatures..."

"Yes, yes. But it seems awfully convinient. And United Indiastani forces just happened to be in the area? Why would Melkor attack us, when he was already fighting a losing battle against overwhelming odds? And with a few orc raiders?"

The secretary nodded. "Not his style."

"And if it wasn't Melkor... I want to know who it was. I want to know who's trying to play us for fools. And, whoever it was that did attack our colony, I want them to pay in blood. Think Fernando can handle that?"

"I shall tell him, Lord President."

[OOC: Btw, Abadas doesn't care a bit about the nukes employed or the threat to the terraforming process. Even though Fernando made that complaint yesterday on the Mars board about the 'very beneficial' terraforming process being threatened. Both the Federal Government (which Abadas runs) and the PrattCo Conglomerate (which he *almost* runs) never intended our colony to be much more than a mid-way point between earth and the asteroids and a military base. Well, bases. Lotta troops there, 800 thousand or so including support. TG me if you think thats a godmod and demand to know how that works and I'll let you know how I can pull it off.]

Hattia

11-02-2004, 15:30

*tag*

Aelosia

11-02-2004, 15:51

"So, Are they calling for a truce or what?", said the Admiral inside the bridge of the Nimloth, the huge VoidStalker Class Falgship of the Aelosian Navy.

"Yes, Sire, yet in the plains of Minas Morion the Uruks are still fighting against us, they haven't withdraw from the field of battle. It seems their warlord is not being obeyed entirely", answered the general, a mature Sindarin woman clad in the Howling Banshees' armor.

"Then keep fighting them, and don't give them any chances until all orcs are wiped from those plains, if they want a truce, first they need to retreat. Take no prisoners as usual, carrying orcs as prisoners is a nuisance, and they would do the same to us. Execute all wounded and prisoners. Use the Gravtanks to push them back into their fortress", answered the Admiral playing with a delicate elven crafted dagger.

"Yes, Sire, we'll keep on fighting, then, until we clean the Mars soil of that orc scum", said the General with a grin in the corner of her mouth.

"Only until they withdraw to the fortress, don't pursuit, usually Melkorian troops uses the turning face tactics", answered the Admiral, adopting the same grin as his subordinate.

The Ctan

11-02-2004, 17:25

Mephet'ran stalked the corridors of the mountain complex that served as its home, and often base of operations. Melkor's forces had apparently surrendered to its allies. Casually activating communications systems, communicating with the 'dragon' briefly reflecting that he didn't know the 'dragon's' necrontyr name, it had never let it be known. Waiting by a large portal in the next room, now dressed in a severe black suit was Samara Neja, who had recently addressed the Martian Duma on this matter.

"Ready?" the stellar creature asked her, as the portal began its cycle, powering up.
"Yes Sir," she replied, idly fingering the trim of her jacket, "This should be - interesting," she said, turning as the portal created a softly glowing green surface, and picking up a briefcase of sorts. A moment later they stepped through the shimmering green portal in unison, augmented human and disguised entity.

Sunset

11-02-2004, 21:19

Light cascaded from the Mars gate as the ten StarLancers made their way through in two stars of five ships each. They would have begun their attack run at this moment, but for now they held station around the gate. Closing again the crew aboard watched as two Battle Groups of Shiva's dropped closer to the surface to hover high in the heavy atmosphere.

Fighters still circled but they began to cycle in and out of the carriers for refueling now. They were waiting to escort the Menhit's and assault shuttles in - either to secure the surrendered Minas Morion or to destroy it.

Other activity was going on as well in orbit - 10 heavy freighters were rallied to a stable orbit and their cargo pods unloaded. These were ready to remove as many of the men and orcs as possible as quickly as possible. It would be cramped, but the destination wasn't far.

----

A second open transmission was sent out to all forces fighting on the planet.

'Sunset is prepared to evacuate the forces that surrender. We are also prepared to land a force to secure certain sectors of Minas Morion. We would ask that all combatants issue their surrender terms or second existing terms.'

The message was repeated every 1/2 hour to avoid being annoying.

Kaenei

11-02-2004, 23:01

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The Lianna^Yata slid smoothly into orbit above the still world that had attracted interest which would bare it little in the way of advantage. Tranquil blue below belied the savage nature of the world that now attracted the attentions of the Serene^Union.

DZ4, a world whose very nature reeked death.

Creatures of chitnious hide, and rending talons. Of slavering, razor sharpened teeth that screamed and bellowed their rage for all who would survuve long enough to face their presence. Slenderous vines draped lazily from tree to tree, but waiting a chance to ensnare and spirit away a creature for painful and undignified end.

Exotic plants sprouted blossoming violets and yellows. Each colour wafting chemical death from stems and flowers.

Yet life did survive, and indeed prosper in a jungle world no less frilled with danger than the previous descripted events. Though rudimentary behaviour and technological steps had risen the native humans above their intelligent, cave dwelling simian companions, little distinguished them from the race that arrived skyward.

Primitive huts of shaped log, bound with taught vine served as residencies, from which a culture thrived. Fires roared around various locations, casting a warming, suffusing glow against the pale moonlight that was the only natural illumination around.

Clad in furs, and dabbed with ritualistic tatooing, did warriors armed with sharpened spears patrol. Their faces fiercely set, and aware of their sorroundings.

Here, did life continue on, developing only as nature could intend. However, those that now arrived had planned company, and not welcome company at that.

Hiriyat regarded the datascreens in front with an emotionless mask. Climatic conditions, gravity forces, weather patterns and bioscans were logged and fed directly for overview. From a loftly position, did the Kaeneian starship and its escorts regard this world, and what it had to offer.

The world is Di^garida. Preliminary bio-scans indicate multiple bestial xenamorphs, of rudimentary intelligence and aggression. Multiple plant classes capable of causing celebral shock and associated nervous system disorders.

Hiriyat sighed, rubbing his temple. As the Living mindset of the Lianna^Yata reeled off what her shipboard sensor suite detected on the lands and oceans below. Already this world was not looking promising. They had been tasked to find a place that would allow those troops of the Melkor Imperium the freedom and inhabition only a new, if temporary home would allow. From mars, and on behalf of the triumvirate did Kaenei journey to this quietened, seldom referred world.

A rudimentary homo-sapien civilisation is in existance on the southern continent.

The weary Kaeneian rose, his curiosity piqued and interest aroused, Already his hopes inflammed. If such a low technologically based people were able to not only survive, but prosper on such a world, he felt little doubt hardened warriors, and savage Orcs of the Imperium could not do likewise.

"Descend to twenty thousand miles and prepare an altitude probe."

The massive yet graceful form of the Lianna^Yata descended through thickening cloud banks and rain-laden skies, untilshe was in position to gather a final cultimation of data. With a drowned out hiss the probe latched from its bay and left, its gravimetric drive disregarding the laws of nature sufficiently to allow total levitation. Slowly it descended, and disappeared from sight.

Though eyesight could not breach more than a metre or so, the probe saw all. Its sensor systems measuring in spectriums hidden from the vision of man. Without hestiance data was filtered for pointless vanities and transmitted with haste for analysis. When finally satisfaction was present, the tiny unit descended further, disappearing into the billowing darkness.

_*_

And, did a single, heavily encoded transmission thus reach the commanding Sunset military command ship that watched and awaited over the red planet Mars. Long was the time until it had been decrypted, decoded and displayed in a relevent language understandable by those that requested it.

DZ4 is nominal. We are returning with haste.

Spacer Guilds

11-02-2004, 23:42

Kajal

11-02-2004, 23:49

-KajalNET Mars online-
-begin transmission-

FROM: Grand General Murasi Shenar
TO: Marshall Imakarum Mirablis.
CONCERNING: Terms of Surrender

As a coalition force, The Imperial Regime of Kajal Mars sets forth the following terms. The suggested terms of Sunset have been considered, and altered as we see fit.

Term 1: All forces under the command of Imakarum Mirabilis will lay down their arms and present themselves for surrender within the next Martian Week. Any forces that do not comply will be considered hostile and treated as such.

Term 2: The entirety of the forces of Melkor Unchained will be removed from the captured territories of Gorgoroth within one Martian week. Transportation will be provided. Any attacks on Kajali vessels transporting Melkor's forces will be responded to in kind.

Term 3: All military equipment within the Kajali zone of control of Gorgoroth will be seized by the Kajal Mars military. Any resistance encountered while attempting to seize this equipment will result in detainment of the resisting forces.

Term 4: Have a Nice Day. ^_^

-Grand General Murasi Shenar, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military of Kajal Mars.

Sunset

12-02-2004, 01:11

'Sunset is prepared to evacuate the forces that surrender. We are also prepared to land a force to secure certain sectors of Minas Morion. We would ask that all combatants issue their surrender terms or second existing terms.'
<FROM: The Very Large Mirror Array>
<TO: Sunset>
Are you sure you wouldn't rather have us simply burn it off the face of the planet? That would be much simpler, not to mention far more fun and less dangerous for the gropos, than trying to militarily secure it.
-Guild Phoenicia
<End>

[Private Transmission]

While personally satisfying we must remember our principles. Unless they resist or abandon the flag of surrender we will take it. If they resist, feel free to burn them to ash - we make a lot of urns apparently.

Al-Zief

New ArAreBee

12-02-2004, 02:21

The tranquil island sighed in the midday breeze, the grass was sparse on the isle. No one had bothered to tend the soil, no farmer planted a seed, no gardener enrich the soil. The place had been as it always had, installation sticking out of the ground, marking space ports, harbors, or a mere communication array. A few buggies traveled across the desert as those who could not afford to take the magtrains risked exposure to the atmosphere for a few dimes. All the while the cities underground slowly ate at there vat grown foods, unnatural concoctions that for most were horrid, but a staple part of the diet. They contained the nutrients yes, but buying food that also tasted good was entirely different matter. Rumors had it that the cheapest stuff even contained addictive substances.

But daily life continued as always, dictated by the decrees of the great invisible hand of the market, the entity that placed fortune and resources to wherever it was most useful. However, the hand had started a strange thing today. The security spires New ArAreBee began to rumble as the ground shifted beneath them. Vast doors opened as the ghostly blue vessels of New ArAreBee initiated launch procedures. BleuSecurity had rounded up as many employees as it could as down payments from the government and trusts began to fluctuate.

This happened throughout the nation, cyclopean monoliths slowly rose from the depths of the ocean as their dark blue hulls reflected off what passed through the fields of repulsion that surrounded the ship. fighterbombers were stored, modules calculated for the situation by AI were installed. Plate drones were packed as the few security templars were grafted into their suits. Vehicles loaded, and weapons charged.

Money flowed over the datanets as the small scale mobilization sped up, and communications were queued. The market's hand began to weave these laces of interaction much like a puppet master, and whatever the money, the stocks, the trusts, or the people of New ArAreBee had planned, it was going to happen soon.

Mangala

12-02-2004, 02:47

MNN Newsfeed

Mangala - RRB join troop movement in Kinslayer Bay...Live feed coming online...

A human reporter in an environment suit as well as light body armor is standing in a rocky plain, in the distance the Grand Canal is visible, as well as the raveged lands formerly controlled by Melkor along the Kinslayer Bay

The Voice of the Imperial Council announced this evening that Mangalan forces, acting jointly with the New ArAreBeen military, will be moving into the Kinslayer Bay as part of a massive "stabalization" of the region.

The surprise announcement came shortly after the public learned that Warlord Mirabilis was sueing for peace. The Voice stated that "while Mangala is not in a state of war, we are acting jointly with our allies in New RRB to secure a volatile region and bring peace to the area."

Mangalan ground forces consisting of grav-tanks and mobile infantry will be moving to secure the mountainous terrain beginning this evening. The region is still very dangerous, and reports are coming in that numerous apparently leaderless groups of orcs are scattered throughout. Unconfirmed reports have also come in that Mangalan fighters have been overflying the region.

MNN will have more on this new move in the continuing Martian conflict in a few moments, but we take you now to-

<end transmission>

Dargonese

12-02-2004, 03:02

New York and Jersey

12-02-2004, 05:16

The Lance class Battleship "Glorious Heritage" moved slowly through the depths of space with heavy escort of fighters and warships. Aboard Gregory was kept informed of all the events in the Battleships warroom. What happened next would be a suprise to Gregory de los Santos as in all his years of his life couldnt belief what he read on the report in his hands."This is new, this is very very new." . His arms crossed over his chest, he didnt know what the heck to say about the entire affair. He knew however how to response to it, and he sent a secure message to General Hunter, wanting him to do it. Hunter was the right man for the job in this case. However the message wouldnt be announced till the next day...

"We in the Federal Monarchy believe that the terms set by the President of Sunset are wholly acceptable. As the nation which formed this coalition we feel that all members of this offensive will agree as well. That being said, there will be no further delay. Therefore to prevent further delay, we issue an ultimatium to the commander of Melkorian forces on Mars. Accept the terms. Or the fighting continues, now we can talk, however it will be on our terms, and not your own. Do not think that anyone is going to come to your rescue. This is your chance to return your armies home to Terra Prime. We are considering this extremely generous. Now we suggest you take it....and go. With our help of course."

The message was short, and to the point. General Hunter left nothing open to chance and this was as direct as he could ever get.

The Snel Race

12-02-2004, 05:30

Dargonese

12-02-2004, 05:42

Attracted by the sheer amount of activity, a small Biological sensor probe exits a worm hole on the edge of the system and streaks towards Mars, sensors gathering information all the time.
Solar system, or Mars subsystem?

OOC: Solar System, the Dargon WormGates dont work within the sphere of influence of a planetary system, they have to rely on conventional (albiet fast) drives to get to where they want to go after jumping in, that and they are pretty limited to going to wherever the wormholes lead.

IC: hurtling on its way, the probe starts taknig in data about the surrounding planets

Roania

12-02-2004, 06:10

Auman

12-02-2004, 06:18

Double Post

Auman

12-02-2004, 06:18

Santa Barbara

12-02-2004, 06:22

We demand compensation by the nations of Mars for joining this cursed war.

We shall not tolerate being thrown aside. Pay us, or we use Pinnacle Base to shut down all space flight from the planet. We await your decision.

This was a planetary matter, and we are not on the planet.

~Terence

"We reject these ridiculous and unjust demands. We have had no part in the war other than an equally unjust attack upon our assets. Any attempt to interfere with Conglomerate or Federal Government space traffic to or from Mars will be seen as a direct act of war, and will be responded to in kind, and a thousandfold."

-Lord High Executive Marcos Fernando

Kajal

12-02-2004, 06:35

We demand compensation by the nations of Mars for joining this cursed war.

We shall not tolerate being thrown aside. Pay us, or we use Pinnacle Base to shut down all space flight from the planet. We await your decision.

This was a planetary matter, and we are not on the planet.

~Terence

-KajalNET Mars Online-
-begin transmission-

FROM: Kajal Mars Military Command, Grand General Murasi Shenar
TO: Roania

"As you have so aptly pointed out, this is a planetary matter, and you are not on the planet.

As such, we reject your demand. Furthermore, if you do not retract your threats... The Kajali Spacefleet can be at Pinnacle Station before you can feasibly do _anything_ about it."

-transmission ends-

Auman

12-02-2004, 06:47

We demand compensation by the nations of Mars for joining this cursed war.

We shall not tolerate being thrown aside. Pay us, or we use Pinnacle Base to shut down all space flight from the planet. We await your decision.

This was a planetary matter, and we are not on the planet.

~Terence

-KajalNET Mars Online-
-begin transmission-

FROM: Kajal Mars Military Command, Grand General Murasi Shenar
TO: Roania

"As you have so aptly pointed out, this is a planetary matter, and you are not on the planet.

As such, we reject your demand. Furthermore, if you do not retract your threats... The Kajali Spacefleet will be at Pinnacle Station before you can feasibly do _anything_ about it."

-transmission ends-

OOC:

Good touch! :p

Roania

12-02-2004, 06:50

Terence smiled. "Very well. I'll leave you to your trade."

He raised a hand. "Close the port to all foriegn vessels. And cease all exports to Mars. Oh, and ready the fleets. I have a feeling that Melkor might be coming back."

Kajal

12-02-2004, 07:06

Attracted by the sheer amount of activity, a small Biological sensor probe exits a worm hole on the edge of the system and streaks towards Mars, sensors gathering information all the time.
Solar system, or Mars subsystem?

IC:
Camael's Angels, far more in actual number than the proverbial Twelve-Thousand, continued their advance, the dark cloud of Snel warcraft mixing with the dark cloud of smog covering Angmar. Unresponsive to any outside communication, the majority of the swarm flew towards Minas Morion, inflicting ultraviolet death on any orc or Ardan human that came within their view.

The second swarm progressed over Syrtis Major and Libya Montes. Possibly a nuisance to the Mangalans and RRBeens, but far more so to all things Ardan. Among the peaks and valleys of the Libya Montes, individual Angels set down and began to walk on their six long feet, searching more thoroughly for things to destroy.

The third swarm cast its shadow on Gorgoroth. Now, how would the Kajalis respond to that....

The response as the Swarm swept over Gorgoroth was quite clear.

"This is Kajal Mars Military Command out of Aesirgronde. Cease your attack at once! You are destroying equipment that we are attempting to seize for various purposes! We repeat, cease your attack..."

And then, the transmission stopped, before starting again on a higher frequency.

"This is Grand General Murasi Shenar. Please cease your attack against the remaining Melkori assets immediately! Failure to comply with this request may result in undesirable actions by both sides."

ADK Mars

12-02-2004, 07:12

To: Mars Sphere
From: Zona Tora, Speaker of the Martian Confederacy
Subject: End of the Angmar War

Fools and idiots! Countless people have died yet you jump to steal from those who are defeated? Have you no dignity? No honor? No integrity? Pardon the cliche, but oh how the mighty have fallen. Demanding money? Demanding territory? Demanding that those who you invited to this planet leave?

You are the ones who created this war and even welcomed the coming of Melkor. Show restraint, for often times, within a treasure is concealed a trap.

If you wanted money, then you shouldn't have squandered it on this accursed crusade. You shhould not have used your money to kill, rape, and maim. Nothing good shall come of this. Even uprooting evil is evil. Who are we to tamper with the delicate balance of the multi-verse?

Who are we to demand from those who are more powerful than us?

Who are we to kill ourselves in this God damned abomination we call war?

Blood covers the victors as they demand money from those who have none. You seek and shall find nothing, nothing but a trap.

Why would Melkor surrender? Are you so blind as to not see that there is an evil in every good and a good in every evil?

Do not be greedy, for when your time for defeat comes, remember wether you have been merciful or not.

And we would not mind inheriting a sector of Angmar to restore and sanctify, but we will not demand this. Too much pressure often causes things to break. Melkor might show renewed intrest in Mars.

But what of burying the dead? What of mourning? And what of rejoicing? Shall we leave the bodies to rot physcially and spiritually? Are we too possesed by greed to pay homage to those who ultimately died to bring us this wealth? Fools! Before we discuss terms, the dead must be buried, monuments erected, memorial services conducted, and traffic lanes cleared and cleaned. Then the rejoicing can begin...

Homage must be paid to those who defeated Mighty Melkor.

Wazzu

12-02-2004, 07:17

NationStates Jolt Archive

Operation Roundhammer(Attn Melkor)