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The Center Cannot Hold (The War of Alpha Centauri)

Valinon
07-02-2004, 05:40
Admiral of the Red Sir Quentin Forrest sits before the Seven Star Lords of the Admiralty. At the center of the head table of the Star Chamber of Sanctuary sits Admiral of the Red Sir Adolf von Schmidert. Forrest and the other seven occupants of the room are seperated by a massive tactical hologram of the Alpha Centauri system. The disposition of the core might of the Star Armada is laid out before them. The light of the hologram casts the room in an eerie white glow.
Von Schmidert clears his throat, "Admiral Forrest, Director Ziegler has made available to us the latest ESS reports concerning the Dozle situation. The recent movements of the machine forces can mean only one thing: Dozle is preparing to attack Alpha Centauri and the PCDI. Therefore, it is the decision of the Admiralty that the majority of the Armada will confront Dozle in the Outer System. That way we can stop him before he even touches the Empire proper."
Forrest eyes the First Star Lord cooly, at least here he knows that Admiral Trisdant, Admiral Adonis, and Admiral Sarnow are on his side on this matter. But the other four Star Lords are firmly against any of the tactics that could save Valinon from costly mistakes in a war that will allow for few.
"What of the Armada's own intelligence, My Lord?"
"That is immaterial, Admiral Forrest," von Schmidert says with a growl. "Director Ziegler has assured us of the validity of this information. Dozle will move on the Outer System first. He will want to cut us off from our resource base, and we will stop him before he can even move against us. However, we cannot leave Proxima and the Fatherland defenseless. Therefore, you will be placed in command of our orbital defenses and the other forces left to keep the security of the Fatherland."
"Full command, My Lord?"
"Yes, Forrest, full command. From the last Longshard to the Gustav. Admirals Davenport, Jotham, and Everard will accompany myself to the Outer System. Admirals Adonis, Sarnow, and Trisdant will secure our reserves at Proxima III and Nessus Prime."
"However," interjects Trisdant, as the oldest of the Admiralty and the most outspoken against von Schmidert's stupidity, "you will be kept in full contact with our own commands, Admiral Forrest. Should the machines threaten the Fatherland, you are to contact us at once."
"Indeed," says von Schmidert. "Your sealed orders await your aboard the Gustav Alderman. I will see you when I return from the Outer System. You are dismissed."
Forrest rises and salutes stiffly, although von Schmidert may be an idiot of the highest caliber, his rank still grants him at least polite respect.
"Thank you, My Lords," he replaces his peaked hat on his head as he exits.

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Forrest takes a draught from the class of strong Valinor beer brought to him by his Steward, Gannon. He mulls over the taste as he reads his orders.
Six dreadnoughts, it is a fools errand. A mere six dreadnoughts are being entrusted to defend the Fatherland itself. The rest of the fleet, even the superdreadnoughts HMS Resolution and HMS Absolution are readying themselves for departure. He looks at the rest of the fleet left to him.
His comm sounds, and he activates it.
"Yes, Sergeant?" he says to his active duty Sardaukar door guardsmen.
"Admiral, Captain Severn to see you."
"Send him in please, Sergeant."
"Yes, sir."
Severn enters and salutes.
"At ease, Captain. Would you care for something?" Forrest says.
"If you please, Admiral."
Forrest motions to his Steward and a few moments later, Severn is given a matching stien.
"It does not forbode well, Iven. If Dozle hits us while von Schmidert deludes himself on a battle for the Outer System, we will find ourselves outgunned."
"What are the final numbers?" says Severn.
"The Royal Oak, Valiant, Formidable, Ark Royal, and the Empress Kristen will stay with the Gustav. We are also left with the 12 battlecruisers of Battlecruiser Task Force 7, the 24 battleships of Battleship Task Force 8 and 12, 28 heavy cruisers, 32 light cruisers, 18 frigates, 38 destroyers, and finally 88 gunships. Finally the super carrier Conventry is being left to head up a carrier detachment which includes three Libras."
Severn takes only a heartbeat to process the numbers, "Schmidert is gutting the Home Fleet."
"To put it midly, Iven, to put it midly. We will be dependent on the orbital defenses and the Sentinel based fighters if Dozle comes. I can hope that Trisdant, Sarnow, and Adonis would respond quickly enough should the situation arise, but it will still take time for them to jump from Proxima III. At least I can use con Schmidert's own attempt to condemn me against me against himself a little."
"How is that, sir?"
"He gave me command of all the resources necessary to defend Proxima, Iven. And I am exploiting that directive. I have told the Monastary that I want the dreadnoughts, battlecruisers, and 12 of the battleships armed with Cerberuses."
Severn takes a quick breath. The Cereberus missile is the most powerful weapon produced by the Star Armada, a weapon meant to gut a warship in one sweep. It is also kept deep within the heavily guarded arsenals of Sanctuary, often referred to as the Monastary.
"These are desperate times, old friend," Forrest says gravely. "And I will be prepared for them. Alpha Centauri will be the center of this war now, and if the center cannot hold, Dozle's madness will be felt across places farther than here. Let us pray that this tide can be stopped, and the line can be drawn here."
New Ortaga
07-02-2004, 20:06
OSNS Gwaden in orbit over Sentinel

Admiral Aiguille Delaz straightens his uniform as he prepares to receive his other officers in his quarters, and his new rank insignia. It has been over 350 years since an Archduke appointed a Grand Admiral of the Solar Navy, but the times that come now call for it. And as of two days ago, Admiral Delaz has now become Grand Admiral Delaz, commander of all the forces of the Ortagan Solar Navy.

The door chimes and Delaz stands. The door opens as Delaz releases it, and Admirals Hellings, Garahou, Marmaduke and their adjutants are escorted in by Gato.

"Be seated," Delaz says. He waits for them to find their places, then begins to speak.

"By now you all have read the reports of our ferret ships. The news is grave. Whatever the former Crown Prince Dozle has become, he is preparing a massive armada to attack Alpha Centauri. And his target is not just Taka and Valinon, he intends to destroy or conquer all the nations of Proxima Centauri. We must be ready for this. If we can stop him before he reaches Proxima itself then we can protect our major assets in Alpha Centauri."

Delaz activates the hologram of the system. Five planets, two suns, and the network of artificial constructs swirl into existence.

"Admiral Hellings, you will take your forces and move to coordinate from our start ports near Pholus. Admiral Garahou, you will be in charge of the defense of Port Da Vinci. Admiral Marmaduke, you will retain command of the First Fleet. I will take the Third Fleet and station myself near Port Juniper and act in an emergency response capacity. Once Dozle appears, I will move to reinforce the positions he chooses to attack. Also, as of this morning the Second, Sixth, and Seventh fleets were put on alert. If the forces of this god decide to try and attack the Colonies he will find himself confronted by adequate forces to repel."

The other Admirals nod in agreement, "I want the deployments completed before 0300 today. Take any means necessary to make your positions fully defensible, but if Proxima is threatened, we will concede the outer system in order to defend the home world. Also, Admiral Garahou?"

"Yes, Grand Admiral?" says the woman with a hint of resentment of her own toward Delaz.

"Dispatch a squadron of Eagles to the warp gates. You are to lock them down on this side. The Colonial fleets will do the same. That way only official traffic will come through, and we won't have to worry about this horde seizing them."

"Yes, Grand Admiral."

"You have your orders then, carry them out."

"Yes, Grand Admiral," say the others in unison, although Marmaduke's carries a haughty and insulted tone. The Admiral of the First Fleet thought he should have been chosen as Grand Admiral of the Solar Navy. Garahou's tone carries something

"Good," Delaz watches them file out.

Several hours later the Solar Navy is in motion. A writing, teeming organism of ships and fighters as they prepare to move. The Fourth and Fifth fleet seperate and move toward the systems hyper translation limit. The Third follows soon after, leaving the First Fleet and the orbital defense platforms to safeguard Ortagan Proxima.

The First Fleet[/i]
36 Corrin-class battleships
40 Illuminati-class battle cruisers
48 Dragon-class strike cruisers
55 Eagle-class assault cruisers
60 Mirage-class destroyers
8 Juniper-class escort carriers

[b]Apocalypse Keep

Ginias Saharin watches the First Group being placed in their positions.

"We cannot win this by numbers," he says to Glas.

"No, we cannot. But the modified Eagles are ready as are the modifed Dopps. And the SIN platforms left by magrail this morning."

"And the ships from Pilgrim have finally arrived. We will give Dozle's invasion force a surprise even His Omnipotence does not expect. I will put the First Group through the last test in six minutes, if all goes well, we will have nearly double the amount of ships he expects, and will not lose half of many crewmen with the Zedra system."

The Valinor Perfect nods. Saharin watches as the Zedra stations are prepared.
Taka
08-02-2004, 01:18
Arbiter System Shipyards

Prince Taka looks over the tactical data streaming from his listening posts around Takian Space, his fingers dancing over his temples, massaging the tention from his tired face. Soft lines of pink, new skin regrown from the botched assassination attempt, specked his face as he stood on the bridge of the dormant Princess Ami. His tactical display flashed for a second, indicating a shuttle had just folded into the cargo bay.

"what the. . .?" he turned to Admiral Alucard, who looked as dumbfounded as he did. Silently they both drew shreders and turned towards the grav-lift, which was rapidly carrying the occupants of the shuttle towards the bridge.

"computer" Taka said, "ID occupants of grav-lift"

"prossessing" his Daughter's voice rang out. A few moments pass. "occupants identified. . . one female, Ami Mizuna, Princess of Taka and Empress of Valinon."

Taka visibly relaxes, dropping the barrel of the shredder as the door opens, and his daughter, dressed in his cerimonial armor steps in.

"Ami. . . what do you think you are doing here?" he asks, annoyed at the interuption.

"I'm here to take command of my ship, father" she says, matter of factly

Taka blinks for a second incomprehensibly. "take. . . command. . . of. . . your. . . ship?"

Project NMS Facility, Top Secret Location

Nemesis pulled from her hanger. . . the woman's mind spinning with the awesome power she now held.

"I am Nemisis" she said to herself, mentaly smacking herself as she felt the Vox system crackle to life, the lead admiral on the project coming over.

"You know we can hear everything you say, right?" a note of ammusment filled his voice.

"Right" she said to herself, "lets see what this is capible of" Her mind moved the ship foward, as she activated her systems one by one. Her mind drifted through the interior of the ship, coming to rest on her body, encased in the center in a stasis tube. "With such power" she thought "Will I ever want to unplug from this ship?

Alpha Centauri System, between Pholus and Proxima

Space twisted, warping and folding as the Takian fleet appeared after such a long period of absence. The dreadnaught, along with a smattering of smaller ships moves towards Proxima, while the rest of the ships divide up, one towards ports Galileo, Centuar, Newton and Juniper, a recorded message from Prince Taka broadcast to each of them.

"Commrades in arms, soldiers of New Ortaga. Though there is division between our great nations, a threat much more grave than any of use could fight alone now looms over the horizon. With your leader's permission, the Takian Space Armada will bolster your defences, in the hopes of retaining staging points for a push against a fleet, wherever in the outer system they come from."

(OOC: each port is recieving:

20 Light cruisers
1 battleship
1 super carrier
2 carriers
3 battle cruisers
10 heavy cruisers
50 Frigates
100 destroyers

while the following ships have moved towards Proxima:

136 destroyers
150 Frigates
70 Light Cruisers
20 Heavy Cruisers
1 dreadnaught
Falasmayon
08-02-2004, 19:13
OOC: Ahh, FINALLY, the forums allow to get through!!

Macragge Orbital Fortress, High Orbit, Proxima Cantauri

The conference room was silent as the assembled admirals waited for the meeting to begin. High Lord-Admiral Solar Marcharius stood facing out the massive viewport at the blue and green sphere of Proxima Centauri hung below the great fortress. It was time. Marcharius slowly turned to face the assembled people.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." began Maecharius moving to his place at the head of the circular table. "We now stand at a great crossroad of history. Ther are two paths set before us. One leads to a new golden age of this great system, the other leads to ruin. It is up to us to ensure our passage down the correct path. It is clear that the machine-god Adam, I will not call him Dozle, for the Crown Prince is long dead, is poised to move to destroy us. I have conferred with our allies and neighbors and we are in agreement, the final struggle will not be long in coming." A slight tremor seems to pass through the assembled leaders as the full realization of what they are here for dawn upon them.

"Therefore, we will begin deployment to repulse this aberration." Marcharius touches a button on his console, and the holotank springs to life showing the Alpha Centauri System. Various markers show the positions of the fleet assets of Valinon, Taka, and New Ortaga.
"As you can see, the Valinor, have moved a large portion of their fleet under Admiral Von Schmidert, to Draco in order to cover the likely apporach vector of the Admite invasion fleet. The second portion remains at Proxima under the command of Admiral Forrest. The Ortagans have moved the majority of their assets to cover the treaty port of Da Vinci and Juniper, and the ports near Pholus. The Takans have spread out their forces to augment the fleets of Valinon and New Ortaga. This leaves only the High Dominion to make its deployments."

He presses another button and more markers blink into existence in the holographic system. " The Valinor ISSF, will be capable of giving us enough warning if Adam invades from the far-side of the system. Lord-Admiral Carniss, you will take the 4rd fleet to Alpha Centauri B. If Adam invades from that area, you will reinforce the ISSF forces in the belt. I do not believe it likely that he will invade from there but it is a possibility that our allies have left open."

Melinda Carniss nodded gravely. Her's was the smallest of the High Fleet's divisions and the most capable of redeploying if need be, It was also, however the weakest fleet.

"Very good." said Marcharius, "Admiral Fenris, you will take the 2nd Fleet to Prometheus, and aid the Valinor, and Takans if we are attacked there. Admiral Vratix," said, Marcharius, turning to the only, person represented by a holographic image. "You will remain in Archangel with the Dreadnoughts, Battlecruisers, and Cruisers of the 3rd Fleet. You will however dispatch your escorts to the home sytem to aid us here. The Planetary Security Forces of Ironholm will be able to provide sufficient escort services to your fleet."

Tasha's holographic face looked unsure at the lessening of her forces, but nodded her assent anyway. It was still unlikely that Adam would atack Archangel.

"Finally, Admiral Severus will remain her at proxima to cover the inner system. The 1st fleet will be sufficient to aid Admiral Forrest's lessened forces if Adam attacks us here. Any questions?" There were none.

"Good, then you will ship out within 24 hours. I do not pretend that this fight will be easy, but we have only one option, to prevail. Therefore I will not bore you with a long pomous speech about the invincibility of the High Fleet. Yuo all know your duty, and you are all capable members of the High Dominions forces. good luck, and may we make the Machine-God rue the day he turned his greedy eyes upon Proxima. dismissed."

The assembled Admirals began to file out, and Solar Marcharius, turned once again to the opb beneath the station. How many would die, defending it... how many.

Fleet Divisions 1 and 2

4 Superdreadnoughts
10 Dreadnoughts
16 Battlecruisers
20 Hvy. Cruisers
20 Light Cruisers
25 Escort Frigates
30 Destroyers
4 Carriers

Fleet Division 4

1 Superdreadnought
2 Dreadnoughts
12 Battlecruisers
20 Hvy. Cruisers
25 Light Cruisers
30 Escort Frigates
50 Destroyers

Fleet Division 3 Escort Deattchment

25 Escort Escort Frigates
30 Destroyers
09-02-2004, 04:47
Dozle scowled, reading the tactical readouts provided. The battle for Earth was still underway, though great gains had been made, it was in stalemate thanks to Valinon. . . The 47 UM system was steadily losing ground as the siege wore on, yet they held out in vane hope of rescue. . . and the battle for Klonor was in stalemate, though the Ross system was firmly within his grasp.

"It is time, Grandfather. . . " Dozle said, Adam working to rouse the massive flagship from slumber. "time to crush Valinon once and for all, to put an end to the meddling of Taka, and to counquer the pittiful nations of Ortaga, Falasmayon, and thier ilk. . . Prepare my battlefleet. . . in one hour, we launch the invasion."

His mind reached into the darkness, tapping the Alpha Centauri B docking yard Taka had long used to store the two flagships, noting with slight disapointment that the Princess Ami had been moved.

"That. . . yes, that shall be our base of opperation. . . prepare a small squad to secure it shortly after the invasion is launched."

His mind probed further, activating the massive slumbering ships and thier deadly cargo bays full of SOATs. He mentaly increased production rates, the massive machines in the Daikertian soil he had taken producing SOATs and pieces of starship for assembly in space. Three fleets congregated around the flagship, anouther six in the distance begining to warm up, while four more had begun the process of folding.

Thirteen fleets in all prepared for invasion, dividing up into waves.

Proxima Centuari, orbit over New Ortaga and Taka

The first wave, a single fleet strong, folded, reappearing between Alpha Centuari A and Proxima. The reorriented in a matter of second, sensors picking up the flurry of communications between the ground and various ships in the area. They had been spotted, but this was not a stealth mission. . . thier orders were simple, and they followed them ruthlessly, unleashing a massive torpedeo barrage against the planet, ignoring targeting completly. Their weapons struck the ground, tearing pock marks as massive fusion warhead detonated along the landmasses, the shots striking Takian, Ortaga, and Valnor targets indescriminatly.

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09-02-2004, 04:54
Unknown Transmission, Alpha Centauri System
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It knew not why the Sub-Space drive transported it here, but it was directed to Explore, as was its name, Explorer. Yet, somehow, its AI CPU Detected some strange readings. Its camera focused in on the spot, took some snaps, and its CPU began to process the images into information, then began analyzing them.

To itself, the only thing it could figure was "Hostilities." So, as another Exploration complete with the utter failure of discovery, the Explorer suddenly dissappeared into Sub-Space, heading back for Sol.
New Ortaga
09-02-2004, 17:17
OSNS Baelrog, Port Centaur

Admiral Hellings waits in the Combat Information Center aboard the Baelrog, the nerve center of his fleet responsible for defending the middle system assets of New Ortaga. A hologram swirls into life at his feet, Aiguille Delaz looks up for a moment, then his three dimensional image resizes to look Hellings in the eyes.

"Admiral Hellings, I am fully aware of the Takian fleet that has come to your assistance," Delaz says.

"And my proposal, Grand Admiral?" says Hellings.

"Use them, Mr. Hellings," Delaz says. "But remember above all else they are expendable, and do not let your own battle plans depend on them too much. This is an attempt to buy us off, and I will not allow the Takians to get as much as a hand in the affairs of the Solar Navy as they have in the Valinor Star Armada. Is that understood?"

"Clearly, Grand Admiral. Good now-," suddenly Delaz's image turns around, talking to someone off view.

"Grand Admiral?" Hellings says unsurely.

"Proxima is under attack," Delaz says. "Admiral Marmaduke is reporting one fleet as of yet, he is moving to intercept and our orbital defenses are engaging. I am breaking off from Port Juniper now and moving to return to Proxima. Put your forces on full alert, be on your guard."

"Yes, Grand Admiral."

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OSNS Charlemagne

Admiral Marmaduke watches the progress of his fleet from his own combat information center, deep in the belly of the Corrin battleship.

"Time to interception?"

"Firing ranges at optimal in two minutes and counting, Admiral. Golan I platforms 26, 21, and 19 are opening fire on the attacker's light ships, Golan II platforms 10, 8, and 11 are engaging the capital ships with Golan III platforms 5, 6, and 13."

"Scramble all fighters. I want the battleships to form in three squadron formation now, have the Illuminatis seperate and form up into two squadrons of thirteen and one of twelve. Dragons are to move in close to our formation and provide defensive cover for the line. Have the Eagles and Mirages move to intercept and attack with the fighters."

"Yes, Admiral."

Marmaduke as the ships of the First Fleet begin to form up and move. Three lines of battleships form up, surrounded by battle cruisers and strike cruisers on each side. In front of the ships 816 squadrons of Spectre interceptors and Warbird bombers fly toward the enemy ships, followed by a host of the fast Eagles and their [i]Mirage counterparts. The fighters send over 900 fusion missils toward the enemy fleet, before moving in close to engage with their ion particle and pulse weapons. The Eagles use their incredible speed to fly loops around the ships, releasing never-ending streams of fire from their own heavier partile arrays and two heavy ion cannons. The particle arrays send out strange golden pulses of light, acting as streams of cannon fire. The Mirages batter Dozle's ships with fusion missiles from their own Archer missile pods. The battle for Proxima has begun for Ortaga.

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Golan I Defense Platform, Fighter and Light Attack Craft Defense

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Golan II Defense Platform, Medium Attack Craft Defense

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Golan III Defense Platform, Heavy Attack Craft, Medium Attack Craft Defense

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First Fleet moving to intercept

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Grand Duchy of New Ortaga, Proxima Centauri

As soon as the first fusion bombs fall on Ortagan soil, emergency signals fill every v-network across the Grand Duchy of New Ortaga. The Elite Guard and Atlas Guard units are called to full readiness and prepare for what they know is coming.

The shields over Ortaga's major cities shimmer to life, wreathing the cities in a protective womb that is invisible unless struck. Damage to the major cities is limited, the Golan platforms in orbit see to that. At the Whisper Palace, Poul Corrin descends to the command center of the entire Ortagan armed forces.

He looks at the map of Proxima spread out before him, showing orbital bombardments hitting Taka, Valinon, and Ortaga itself. Strangely, too strangely, Falasmayon and Rhiannon and Epona remain untouched.

He looks at the generals gathered around him Six Saber Generals Kellanry and Synapse have been joined by General Revil and Fleet Admiral Jamitov, master of all of Ortaga's aquatic navy.

Poul nods to the assembled officers, they rapidly begin to plan the defense of the Ortagan homeland.

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General Revil, Six Saber Rank

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Fleet Admiral Jamitov

Apocalypse Keep

Ginias Saharin watches the carnage in orbit with a detached notion. Here, deep in the subterrainean levels of Apocalypse Keep and protected by the best defenses in Ortaga, he feels completely secure. He looks at the young men and women lying in the input Zedra stations.

"How many of the Eagles are operational?"

"Eighty-eight," says Glas.

"Hold them for now. I have a feeling there is more to this attack than a single fleet. Ready the Dopps for immediately launch, though. That way we will not have Silesia screaming at us later."
Taka
10-02-2004, 04:33
Neo Kyoto

Ground command picked up the incoming Adamite Fleet, and orders were relayed to the defence fleet at Proxima. The Technial Officer at the radar screen blanched as his screen filled with contacts, and entire fleet right over thier heads. . . but his eyes widdened at the massive amount of contacts that streaked down from the heavens, blotting out his screen.

"We need HEPD's up NOW!" he yelled "multiple contacts incoming, most likely torps or drop pods, issue a nation wide warning!"

The comunications officer complied, as coms transmissioned stretched across the entirty of Taka. Soon, great exoduses of people moved towards the protection of HEPD stations scattered around Taka, Carravans full of them crowding towards safety.

Takian Homeland, South Eastern Coast, Okibi Clan city of Neo-Nagasaki

Birdsong blows through the late morning air as the bustling city of Neo-Hiroshima continues about its buisness. Sirens blared to life as police vehicles buzzed down streets, warning people to go indoors. The first torpedeos from space detonated against the HEPD fields, high over a desolate city. Blossoms of plasma arch through the sky, harmlessly. On the ground, a tech adjusts the power settings to the main generator, working to keep the older machine running as it shunts off impact after impact.

"power rates are at 80% of optimal, but the secondary generator is reading 30%. . . "

"It'll be fine, lets try and boost the primary generator up to 100% before we boost the secondary generator, it'll be fine."

"alright, powerlevels on the primary now at 85, 90, 95, beginign stabilization. . . wait, its not stabalizing. . . 100% and rising. .. "

A Torpedeo slams against the field, the generator overloading and exploding, showering the building with shrapnel and blowing a gaping hole through it. The shield shimmered for a moment, before collapsing, allowing the final torpedeo to streak through, slamming deep into Neo-Nagasaki. The fireball could be seen from space, and thousands perrished in the beat of a heart from the massive near nuclear fireball that spread out, engulfling the entire city.

Space above Proxima, aboard the Dreadnaught Dauntless

Fleet Admiral Ichigoyo looked with growing dread at the fleet that had folded in. . .

"Get me a link to the Ortagian ships, I recognize this tactic, they are about to be crushed."

"sir, we can't send a burst transmision, there is too much interference."

"Blast, get us in there, and get ready to bail the Ortagans out. . . also, keep an eye out for fold signatures."

The ship rumbled as the Nova Cannons came on line, the upper hemisphere rotating towards the Adamite Fleet.

The rest of the Proximian defence fleet reached the maxium range of thier weapony, turning to present broadsides, as they fired, supplimented by the massive Nova cannon of the Dreadnaught.

Arbiter System, aboard the Princess Ami

"So it has begun. . ." Taka said, looking worridly at his daughter. She stood calmly at the deck of the ship, a vid screen opened to her husband, still in the capital of Valinon.

"Rowald" she says matter of factly "I'm preparing the Ami for launch, how is the home front holding out?"
Crownguard
10-02-2004, 04:51
OOC: I suppose its too late to join in this rp as a supporter of Valinon?))

(From the League of Imperialist Gentlemen, if you recall)


I play two timelines..modern and future. In the future timeline, Crownguard is not a nation per se, but a Fleet that travels from world to world fueling its next expansion onward, rather like locusts. The planet is mined, new ships and upgrades are built, and the Fleet moves on towards a semi-mythical planet, codenamed "Arch-Haven". All of our people dwell on the Fleet ships, highly cohesive as survival dictates a very large degree of loyalty and skill.
Valinon
10-02-2004, 05:06
The Fatherland of the Valinor is threatened for this first time in over half a century. Aero raid and civil alert sirens fail for the first time since the end of the Outer Dominion Wars. Tachyon fields expand into life from anchor pylons. The lights of New Koln flicker in the night as the shields draw power from the singularity reactors buried deep beneath the ground and from the matter/antimatter reactors across the capital of the Empire. Across Valinon the great cities follow suit, but some are not so lucky.
The city of Durandel, capital of the Turan Province, is hit hard, swaths cut in the cities outer sections as the fusion missiles hit it before the shields come up. Zanzibar, capital of Amazonia, ignites fire ripping across its aerospace port, and taking the famed Zanzibar Ampitheater with it. But no loss is as great as in the Valprieza Province. Valprietiza, the capital city, survives mostly untouched, but a greater loss is incurred here in the original home land of the Aldermans.
Near the Emperor's Retreat, a fusion missile detonates. Ornate towers crumble, glass shatters, and the ornate headstone that marks the eternal resting place of Gustav Alderman I shatters and crumbles in on itself.
In orbit the majority of the great defense satellites of Valinon lay inert, seemingly dead except for a few areas near Sanctuary and other key orbital facilities.
In the momentarily darkened halls of the Imperial Palace, Rowald Alderman broods. Listening to the reports.
"Let us pray that Admiral Forrest knows what he is doing," Rowald says to the man sitting across from his desk.
"Indeed," says the older, thinner man across from him. "However, Admiral Forrest is most preceptive. Have faith."
Rowald's comm unit bleeps. He activates it, and listens to Ami.
"New Koln and most of northern Valinon remains unharmed Ami. However, we have losses from in the south. Especially at Turan, Arhus, Amazonia, and Valprieza. Admiral Forrest is moving to intercept the machines as we speak, and the Sardukar are being readied. Our forces near Proxima III are preparing to return, and I have order von Schmidert to do the same. That man will pay for his idiocy. I have no doubts that invasion is imminent, Ami, I expect that the first troops will land soon."

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Admiral Forrest watches as the machine fleet looms larger in the holographic display. He turns away to look back at the tactical displays and at his own officers. The controlled quite of the flag bridge belaying the carnage that now screams up from the planet below. Already the Ortagans have engaged. Forrest looks at the readouts showing the inert Valinor G.O.D. defense system.
Let them think they are disabled he thinks to himself.
"Target range?"
"In range, Admiral."
Forrest turns to the image of the Gustav Alderman's AI.
"Status of the Mobile DOS system, Gustav?"
"Operational, Admiral."
Forrest nods, "Hold the fighters in reserve for now. Contact Sentinel and have them ready fighter squadrons."
"Yes, Admiral."
"Contact the Royal Oak, Valiant, Formidable, Ark Royal , and the Empress Kristen. I want them to fire the first wave of Cerberuses. Have Battlecruiser Task Force 7 and Battleship Task Force 8 and 12 deploy ECM missiles and use x-ray missiles."
"Yes, Admiral."
Forrest watches as the fleet opens fire. The missile barrage swarms toward the machine fleet. The deadly Cereberuses streak in, covered by ECMs blaring electronic noise and sensor blinders. Then come the x-ray pumped missiles designed to stab into the ship with their stillettos of deadly x-rays pumped by the missiles convential warheads.

OOC: Final numbers
1,888 ECMs
750 x-rays
897 Cereberus 295 megaton nuclear warheads
Falasmayon
10-02-2004, 05:29
Aboard the Superdreadnought FNS Falas

The holo-link to Admiral Marcharius broke off, leaving Agmar Severus alone. It had come, the machine-god was here, it was time. He turned to his left and flipped up the plastic cover over an unmarked red button. His hand rested momentarily as it hovered above the button, then with sudden resolution the hand came down. Klaxons sounded across the ships of the 1st Fleet, Battlestations. In all ships crew members and captains alike, donned pressure skinsuits, strapped into shock-frames, loaded ordnance, and prepared for the war which would decide their future.

The 4 carriers launched ships, 40 Cobra bombers and 40 Vyper Interceptors. The squadrons raced forward targeting Dozle's fleet escorts rather then the main capital ships, with a wave of 0ver 950 high explosive missiles.

The ships of the 1st Fleet formed up into battle formation. The Carriers SuperDreadnoughts and Dreadnoughts formed the center with the Battlecruisers taking flank in two groups. The Hvy. and Light Cruisers positioned themselves in front, below and above the dreadnoughts in the center. The Destroyers screened for the entire fleet in a half-sphere.

On a word from the Admiral aboard the Falas the fleet leapt forward, racing to close with the Adamite ships. Well over a hundred beams of piercing green or gold light speared at the Adamite ships as the Falasmayon ships fired their Disruptor and Lance Cannons. Beams powerful enough to rip whole ships in half blasted at the escorts of Dozle, especially form the massive cannons of the Superdreadnoughts. Droves of torpedoes fire in the rapid sucession characteristic of High Fleet torpedo clusters launching a massive frontal wave of weaponry. The Adamite ships are outside the missiles powred flight envelope, but it won't matter, those ships aren't going anywhere.

Weapons Fire
960 high-explosive missiles (max. range)
560 Laser-warhead Ship-killer missiles (max range.)
90 Energy Torpedoes (electromagnetically encased plasma)
200 Disruptor Beams
100 Prophylon Lances (Eight of them, are really big)

******

High Admiral Solar Marcharius, commander of the High Fleet, cut the vid-link to Admiral Severus abooard the Falas. The Admiral was going into battle, and so must he. Marcharius turned, and walked out of his personal conference room, to the command deck of Macragge.

He began to issue orders for the defense of his planet.

Macragge is brought to full battle readiness, for the first time in its history. Fighter squadrons are prepped, and gun batteries, prepare for use. System defense craft, cluster around the station like angered wasps, watching for anything to come close enough to attack.

******

Above the lands of the High Dominion, the skies are strangely quiet. No bombs fall. And only the sudden deployment of the city defense systems, stands to show that anything is amiss. Even the birds continue to sing. But it cannot last, and The High Diminion will make sure that Adam's oversight does not go unused. Just as in orbit, defense guns are primed, and fighter craft are placed on alert, but this time with their eyes to the sky.
Taka
10-02-2004, 05:39
Ami nods gravely, her face stone, but her eyes betraying an intence fury and hatred.

"Adam is no man. . . He is a coward, Eta, unfit for this world. . . We will be there as soon as he commits the remainder of his fleet. Make no doubt about it, I will not allow him to destroy my people. . . either of my two homelands."

An aide wispers something to Taka who stands and speaks to Ami, though the conversation is muffled, the look of shock the grows across Ami's face for a fleeting second betrays the ill nature of the news. She nods for a moment, before turning back to Rowald.

"Have the children say their prayers. . . and tell them that their mother loves them. . . but I will not be coming home, untill that beast inhabiting the skin of my former son has been ripped limb from limb, or I have had the life ripped from my body following that end."

Her eyes flash dangerously, as they do when she is determined. . . A look Rowald and Taka know too well, as she draws the intriquatly matrixed saber from its scabard. A fusion of Takian crystal matrixing, and Valnor blade smithing at its finest, the sword is a work of art, yet as she holds it, the crystal begins to glow a deep ruddy red, a corrona of muted flames licking around the blade. She glances one more time at the screen, a slight smirk crossing her face.

"Don't worry about me, I'm a Mizuna, I will be back." her face softens a bit as she looks over her husband of eight years. "I love you." she says, the first time in those years such words have come from her towards him. The coms link closes as she wipes away an errant tear, reciting the Takian Warrior's Code of Bushido to calm her.

"The true warrior holds loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honor above all else. The true warrior does not fear death, for death is simply part of life. Though I may die in battle, by my actions, others may carry on the fight. . . may my death be for the greater good."

She opened her eyes, looking at the viewscreen before her. Her mind clear, her voice strong, and her blade drawn, she ordered systems brought online, and all hands prepare for battle.
10-02-2004, 06:42
Over Proxima

The Adamite Fleet engated its defences, point defence missiles exiting in a cloud, streaking towards the incoming torpedeos, a few rouges targeting Ortagan craft that move too close. Most of the missiles were swatted by the counters, thought a few from each angle made it through to crash against the HEPD fields. The Valnor ECM's made short work of those AA missiles dirrected at its swarm, the X-ray missiles also falling victim to the cloud, but leaving the Deadly Cereberus missiles to slam into their targets. Escorts dropped like flies as the missiles detonated over them, crumpling the thick hulling as if it were a tin can in a garbage compressor. The Falasmayon torps had less luck, suffering nearly 100% casulaties, as only 9 of the high explosive missiles detonated against the smaller ships, overwelming a lone destroyer and sending it spiraling off into Proxima's atmosphere, where it tumbled, friction tearing at its hull till the entire ship broke apart, creating a spectacular meteor shower for any on the ground. The Ortagan missiles met a similar fate, most of which being destroyed before they could impact, and the few survivors detonating far enough from the ships hull to be essentialy harmless. The Ortagans swarm one of the battleships, thier energy weapons flashing off of the absorbtion shields harmlessly, till a concentration of fire from the Falasmayon and Valnor ships drop the shields, allowing the Ortagan craft's fire to strike the hulling, tearing deep gashes though it. A volley of Takian lances slam into the cutmarks, widening them till the hull rips, atmosphere and debris, along with the odd SOAT bot spill into space. Still more concentrated fire between Taka and Falasmayon rips further gashes, as if demented surgeons were working on it. Shields come back online over the damaged hulk, and it spins, weapons batteries crackling to life, preparing to snuff out the Ortagan threat once and for all. Power surges and archs of fire spill out, just as the Takian Nova Cannon shell hits, disentergrating the shielding before the antimatter charge slams through the neo-titanium hulling. A rolling fireball tears through the entire ship as the shockwave causes it to expand rapidly, till, like an over inflated balloon it reaches its limit and explodes. A fine shower of debris fills the area, as the Takian fleet turns to present broadsides at the largest threat, the joint Takian Valnor group closing fast. Torpedeo tubes open as the massive Fusion Torpedoes are loaded and locked, 3000 of the deady silver bolts streak towards the Takian/Valnor fleets, while anouther 3000 fly towards the Ortagans, 1000 of them changing corse to engage the Falasmayon ships. Broadsides presented, they offer a wither barrage of fire sending thousands upon thousands of high powered laser weapons, as well as heavy rail gun slugs streaking through space towards the fleets. Though caught between a proverbial rock and a hard place, the Adamite fleet does not move to a better possition. A few lazy shots streak from the ship's dorsal and ventral batteries into the Ortagan defencive platforms, peppering them with high powered fusion bombs at near light spead from the Plasma lances, to the half million terrawatt slicer barrages that sweep over them, powerful enough to carve a starship into small peaice, they devistate anything that gets in thier way.



Onboard the Adamite Vessles

Final diagnostics are completed on the SOAT bots, and they step towards the drop pods. Thier targeting computers lock onto the land masses below, setting up four landing zones. One in Taka, one in Ortaga, one in Valinon, and one in what has been deamed the inconsquencial provinces of R&E and Falasmayon. The ships seem eerily quiet, almost peaceful, as they raid death both against the planet below, and the orbital defences that protect proxima from attack.

Onboard the Prince Taka, outer edge of the Proxima Centauri system.

Dozle watched as space rippled back to its normal form, his ship and two excorting fleets arriving at the Takian Drydocking yards, orbiting Alpha Centauri B. His ships rush ahead, guns crackling to life as they target the few defencive satalites in the area, cutting through them as if they weren't even there. Dozle's mind raced as Adam formulated plans and stratagies. . . but he looked over the Asteroid belt, a crew smirk forming.

"that. . . yes, that will be where I build my wall. . ."

At his unspoken command, SOAT's streamed from the airlocks of his starships, large construction peices attached to thier backs as they stared to build Dozle's Proximan Wall.
New Ortaga
10-02-2004, 22:15
OSNS Charlemagne, Over Proxima Centauri

An elegant fire of light dances across the gravimetric shields of the First Fleet's battleships and battle cruisers. There far greater shields easily shunting and redirecting the energy, dispersing it with easy. The lighter ships do not fair so well, 8 Mirages vanish in fiery deaths, followed by 3 Dragons, and even 2 of the highly manuverabile Eagles.

Admiral Marmaduke watches with great interest the results of his fleets first barrage.

"It is as we anticipated," his head snaps up from its brief respite over his staff.

"Signal the attack groups, have them focus on engaging all enemy light craft and medium craft. Signal the Monarch and the Inquisition they are to form up and prepare for broadside engagement with the heavier ships of the enemy lines. I want the Charlemagne and her immediate escorts to do the same. Move to firing plan seven, focus energy weapons and use staggered concentrated fire."

"Yes, Admiral."

"Also, signal the Junipers I wan their fighters to run close intereference along the enemy ships' hulls, give their point defenses something immediate to worry about."

"Yes, Admiral."

The First Fleet rapidly reorients, the three groups of Corrin battleships forming the lynchpin of their attack. They rapidly attack the heaviest of the Dozle' fleet, energy fire remaining constant and focused, yet in staggered fire pulses rather than close beams. Fusion missiles stream continously at the enemies formation, and the Illuminati battle cruisers open fire at heavier capital ships of their own. The Eagles and Mirages meet Dozle's light craft head on, looking into an intricate duel of manuverability and weapons' fire.

Subterrean Command Center, Silesia

"Your Grace, the platforms are showing launches from the enemy vessels. They appear to be preliminary invasion pods, geared for reconnaissance," says General Revil.

Poul Corrin looks without interest at the feed from the orbital battle.

"It is to be expected. Do we have a course prediction."

"There appear to be four targets, Your Grace. One in Taka, one in Valinon, one between Rhiannon and Epona, and finally one approximately 250 kilometers from our coast along the Sea of Unity."

"Generaly Synapse?"

"Yes, M'Lord Duke?"

"Take the Atlas Guard Second and Fourth and the Elite Guard Sixth. You will move to prepare our defenses near this attempted beach head."

The tanned general bows, "Yes, M'Lord."

Poul finally turns away from the display, "Contact Saharin. I want three of his Sin Guns moved to reinforce General Synapse. Let us see what this rogue child of Valinon will do against our own technological achievements."

A staff officer nods, and moves to have the orders relayed.
Valinon
11-02-2004, 04:27
Forrest remains calm on the flag bridge of the Gustav Alderman.
"What word do we have from the rest of the Home Fleet?" he says turning to his communications officer.
"Admiral Trisdant is preparing to return from Proxima III along with Admiral Adonis and Admiral Sarnow, sir. Still no response from Admiral von Schmidert or the rest of the Home Fleet."
Forrest seethes inwardly, "Have the Royal Oak, Valiant, Formidable, Arc Royal , and the Empress Kristen prepare another barrage. Reduce Cereberus payloads by fifty percent and replace them with Bane missiles. Battlecruiser Task Force 7 is to respond with full ECM barrage, and have Battleship Task Force 8 and 12 move to engage the escorts. They are to use targets of opportunity and assist the Takans with their own attack runs."
"Yes, Admiral."
Forrest watches as a new round of missiles explode outward from the dreadnoughts and battlecruisers.
"Signal the Royal Oak and the Valiant, they are to concentrate with the Gustav on the lead machine ship. Energy weapons focusing on the engine cores. Meanwhile have the Formidable, Arc Royal, and the Empress Kristen concentrate on the other machine battleship."
"Aye, aye, Admiral."
Forrest's fleet moves smoothly. A hail of Cereberus missiles and Bane missiles move rapidly toward the machine driven ships, sheparded by additional ECM missiles from the battlecruisers of Task Force 7. The battleships of Task Forces 8 & 12 move quickly toward the machine escorts of cruisers and frigates, escorted by their own host of smaller craft. They send a rain of fire from their own missile and laser batteries, moving to destroy the ships closest to them. The dreadnoughts reorient themselves after their nuclear barrage. The mighty energy weapons of the fleet spew forward, sending and endless stream of fire into the lead machine ship's engine core and bridge area. Three other dreadnoughts target a heavier machine battleship.

OOC:
992 ECMs
449 Cerebersus 295 megatons
448 Banes 150 megatons

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

Rowald stands in one of the vast open corridors of the Palace. It exits to the vast square between the Palace and the pyramidly structure that houses some of the more formal offices of the Emperor. The square will be used as an emergency landing pad for the moment.
Rowald watches as Aitrus Gehn, his trust manservant of the faithful Gehn family approaches with his children and six squads of Sovereign Protectors.
"They are ready?" he says to Gehn.
The manservant nods, respectfully, "Yes, My Lord."
"Father?" says Gustav.
"Yes, my son?" says Rowald, bending to one knee.
"Where are we going?"
"To visit Prokor Zakharov. It is time for your studies to progress."
"Oh, and Mother-?"
"Will be here soon," the boy nods as Rowald tossels his hair. His second-no oldest son now, is most unusualy. Plae blond hair and ice cold eyes bear the traditional mark of the Aldermans, more so than Dozle ever did. But something is strange about Gustav, even Director Vacit has his own unvoiced concerns that Rowald has felt. Even now, Vacit regards the new heir to the Valinor throne with strange eyes, as if the ancient Myrmidon is looking at a reminder of his own past.
"Your Majesty," says Vacit, hinting at what once be done.
"Yes," Rowald stands, guiding one of his daughters from behind his leg. "Get them to safety, Aitrus."
"I will, My Lord," and with that Aitrus gathers his charges and prepares to leave. The Sovereign Protectors move in unison with them, followed at last by a pair of Myrmidons.
Echoes range up and down the hall, Rowald turns to see Grand Marshal Vanderstein, master of the Sardaukar of Proxima approaches with a single member of the Sovereign Protectors.

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Grand Marshal with Sovereign Protector
Falasmayon
11-02-2004, 05:12
Damn thought Admiral Severus as the high explosive missiles frm the fighter are swatted aside by point defenses and HPD fields. There was no way the bombers missiles would get through both the fields and the point defense systems on intact adamite ships.

"Missile fire incoming." reported the admiral's tactical officer, his face paling. "Almost 1000 missiles incoming."

"Stay calm, Chris. The Captains will be able to deal with it. Concentrate on our job." Severus said, not actually sure of his own words. "We're still being comparatively ignored by Adam, we shall use the advantage.

The Destroyers closed up their shield to recieve the missile fire. Hundreds of counter torps, raced into the missile swarm detonating, and taking out 2 fusion missiles for every 1 counter torpedo. The destroyers maintained formation until the last moments before the missiles reach them pouring point defense laser fire into the missiles. Then they ships split outwards to attempt to draw off the missiles and allow the cruisers point defenses to come into play. The cruisers take over, pouring out a hail of laser fire at the missiles. Some get through. A few destroyers erupt in brief explosions, as their drives explode. Missiles damage several cruisers, but most of the brunt of the attack was destroyed or taken by the destroyers. The missiles were defeated by their own sheer number, which made them easy targets for counter missiles.

"Execute attack pattern Alpha-7 Tau." orders Severus from the flag bridge of the Falas.

The fleet reforms bearing down upon the adamite fleet from above relative,attacking the ships on their dorsal. The bombers switch tactics, instead of firing on their own targets, they wait, and blast missile fire into any ships that are damaged by the assault of the large capital ships.

[u]Return fire[u]
560 Laser-warhead Ship-killer missiles (max range.)
90 Energy Torpedoes (electromagnetically encased plasma)
200 Disruptor Beams
100 Prophylon Lances (Eight of them, are really big)

(960 bomber missiles are launched at any ships that are damaged by the assault from the capital ships.)

******

Sensors detected the falling dropships entering the atmosphere. They are aimed to land on the continental holding of Rhiannon and Epona, putitng them in reach of Falasmayon military power.

Hundreds of strike fighters (brought home to face the ortagan threat) launch in minutes and streak upward to meet the drop pods blasting them with missiles and lasers.

In addition, now that a landing site in noticeable, divisions Stormguard from the south eastern are of the nation begin moving towards the projected landing zone, ETA: 1 hour.

******

Space was quiet around the small hyper limit of Alpha Centauri B. Cruiser squadrons of the 4th Fleet patrolled the area, unaware of what was about to happen.

It was quick. One minute space was clear, the next a fleet was there. Alarm klaxons blared as gravitic sensors tracked the presence of the adamite fleet. Lord-Admiral Melinda Carniss silently thanked whatever god was out there that they were on the far side of Alpha B from the Adamite Fleet. That was all that was keeping themfrom detection and destruction for the moment. Frustrated she waited. They needed more tactical data before they could proceed.

The ships of the 4th Fleet moved into the asteroid belt. Using Alpha B to hide their motions from Adam. They proceeded to split off into independent squadrons and attack whatever the ships are that are working in the belt. They attack fast and hard, annihilating, and then disappearing back into the asteroids.

Melinda also sends a message to command:

Adamite Fleet spotted in Alpha Centauri B orbit. The fleet appears to be utilizing the takan shipyards, and mining the asteroid belt for raw material to build something. Exactly what is unknown. Am proceeding to carry out guerilla raids against asteroid miners in attempt to hinder Adamite efforts. In need of reinforcements.

The message was relayed to the commanders of the Valior, Takan, and Ortagan forces.
Taka
11-02-2004, 06:37
Proxima Centauri High Orbit, aboard the Dauntless

The torpedeos streamed through the fleets, the Valnor Mobile DOS system tearing them to ribbons, though a goodly number made it past, flying into the Takian dreadnaughts HEPD field, flashes of light appearing in the distance as they detonated, far enough away to be harmless. The energy volleys flashed against the absorbtion shields, being converted by the generators into mass which was then flushed dirrectly into the power generators. Stream upon stream lathed over and around its hull, the first shield dropping as it overloaded, the generators switching off to cool, letting the second shield absorb that last bit of energy.

"Shield two, steady at 60%, The frigates are showing shields down and minor hull damage, though all ships are showing shield damage."

Admiral Ichigoyo nodded "empty converters into the generators and boost energy to make up for the loss of shield one, prepare a second volley, but don't get dragged too close to it, Torpedeos are useless at this point, so put all energy to weapons batteries, see if you can't swing around and deliver a slicer volley to that dreadnaughts, followed by a nova cannon shell."

"sir, we can't hope to take it out with a single volley."

"I'm well aware of that, however, that will drop the shields, and with any luck will disable them perminatly. . . if we can knock that dreadnaught out of action, we may have a shot at winning."

Neo Kyoto, Imperial Palace War Room

The five highest ranking officers in Taka sat in darkness, the flickering holograph before them dominating the room and filling it with data on Adamite movement throughout the system.

"So what have we got?"
Alucard asked, looking over his comrades.

"We have a problem" Lantis said, pulling up a segment of the map and pointing towards the Adamite fleet. "They have a single fleet here, while our forces and our allie's forces are surriouding them, using massed numbers to simply over run them. . . "

"And thats a problem why?" Alucard said brushing a wisp from his eyes.

"because, unlike on the ground, in space you have six vectors to be attacked from and to attack from, we have five of the six covered, but if they call in reinforcments here" he points to the Falasmayon fleet "then they will have effectivly driven a wedge between the two forces. . . and I can not imagine Admiral Forrest will be able to keep up a barrage with Cereberus missiles, he will eventualy run out of ammunition, and if Proxima falls, then we may as well fold."

Lantis leans back, rubbing his temple, looking at Alucard, reading the Ground Commander's face. He looked at his comrade, the space marine's Star Commander, as he poured over reports on the abilities of the SOAT's.

"I belive" he started "that with our IR suits, we will be able to conduct limited boarding actions with reasonable casulities on our end, and justifiable damage on their end. . . provided, of course, that we can get our landing craft to the hull of the ship. . ." He looked over the other Commanders, "though if the Valnor EMP missiles work as well against the olderships as they did against Yuugi's ships ten years ago, then I belive we have a way to deaden the point defences. I'll begin talks with Forrest, see if he'll be willing to assist us in that respect."

"What I want to know" The Sky Commander said, his light blue eyes tracing the group as he leaned foward, his light frame shifting softly in his chair, "Is wether or not we can interecept the drop pods before they hit the ground. . . now our forces are going to be streched as it is covering our entire land mass, but I belive it can be done. . . though as much as I hate to say it, if we start seeing losses, we might have to call in assistance from our neighbors to cover the holes in our net. . . my boys at Arbiter are ready and rearing to go, but I'm not going to send them into a deathtrap, we need a way to disable those PD's on the capital ships before we send in strikes against them. . . likely we'll be putting the holes in the ship that your boys *he nods to the Star Commander* will be entering through."

Alucard nodded "my forces are prepared, and the Imperial Guard are on station in every major city. . . we are calculating the most likely landing zones, and thus far the Uranium Flats, and great southern desert are prime targets, so we are dispating a heightened number of armor to each of those locations. . . I am also going to request a vote to call up the second legion for the army and airforce both, because after analyzing the SOAT capabililty on earth, I do'nt think we'll get out with light losses. . . and if its going to be our darkest day, I would rather have as many of our citizens propperly armed as possible. Obviously I'm in favor, the Armada's vote, Lantis?"

"Aye, call up the second legion, and I would recomend putting third and fourth legions on standby, while the fifth, and sixth are to be put on a heightened state of alert."

"not possible, the sixth legion is on training expercises, we can't reach them but they should be alright on thier own. Airforce's vote, Commander
Kouzou?"

The thin man mearly nodded, adding in as an afterthought "yes, prep the second and third legions for immediate combat."

"Excelent, finaly, Marine corp's vote, Commander Toiji?"

"It woudl seem a moot point, as all six Space Marine legions have been called up, as well as the four reserve legions, vote yes to prepare the second legions for combat."

"Very good, I shall have the order issued in the Prince's name, and within the week, the second and third legions will be combat ready."

The four men nodded in unison, Coms officers rushing to relay orders as the sound of movement filled the cavernous room, technial officers hurrying to prep the nation for its first full scale ground war in thirty years.

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New Ortaga
11-02-2004, 17:03
Subterrean Command Center, Silesia

General Revil and General Kellanry watch the displays shoing the defense orbitals of Ortagan Proxima.
"Golan I platforms 26 and 21 are gone," Kellanry says, tapping his light pen on the hologram planet's orbital patterns. Golan II platform 10 is reaching critical damage levels and 11 and 8 will have severe damage of their own if this barrage keeps up. The Golan IIIs seem to be holding their own."
"Golan Is 15-19 will soon be in range, along with Golan IIs 3 and 4, and Golan IIIs 7, 2, and 12 will approach soon," says Revil.
"Do we have word from Synapse?"
"Yes," says Revil. "He is moving to set a trap around the landing zone. General Volgorba is moving her elements from the southern sector to complete the circle."
Kellanry nods, "I will leave you, General, it is high time I took command of my own forces in the Eurytion Peninsula."
He calls up the interface showing the disposition of Ortagan ground forces. Synapse's western zone is alive with activity as his command moves to contain the descending SOAT hordes. Half of General Volgoba's forces are advancing toward the city of Sian, completeing Synapse's circle. Meanwhile a mag train convoy speeds toward Synapse's forces. two strange icons blink silently along their course.
"Once I have arrived in Skye I will deploy my second mobile armor group to assist Synapse," several unit icons move. "The rest I will deploy as a secondary line between Synapse's own forces and your own initial positions."
The older general nods, "They will of course target Silesia, and more than likely get closer than the His Grace anticipates, if not actually getting to the city itself."
The younger general rests his hands in his pockets, "We are lucky that the invasion wasn't mounted along the border with Valinon."
"Very...." says Revil, studying the network of men, tanks, and artillery pieces.
"I shall leave, give His Grace my regards," with that Kellanry leaves the war room, and soon after leaves for Skye.
12-02-2004, 04:58
Proxima Centuari, high orbit

Energy fire bursts against the two remaing battleship's shields, while the Dreadnaught recives a literal baptism by fire, its massive hull streaked with fire. The shielding shimmers brighty as the nova cannon hits, the Takatanium conversion ripping a massive hole through it as the Anti-matter charge detonates on the ship's hull, leaving a gaping hole through the first hull segment and splashing against the second, melting through six meters of armor, leaving a large pock mark. The Ortagan and Valnor energy fire now lathed across the hull, tearing meter deep gashes with each blow, as they slolwy took chunk after chunk out of the armor. The Valnor torpedeos came in fast, weakened point defences struggling with their numbers, thrown off by the ECM missiles. 100 of each type survived the trio's AA missiels, dividing up in thier final run against the warships. Bright flashes mark their passing as they meet the AA guns, a withering wall of flack slaming headlong into them. When the interference and light fades, a battleship lists heavily, massive holes along its armor tell a tale of point defence systems that just weren't enough. Its once proud weapons batteries are nothing more than slag, and fires burn throuhg its hull, fed by rapidly fleeing atmosphere from the monolithic ship. The other battleship grimices in the sun's harsh light, the entire side torn apart, the torpedeo magazine sustaining a dirrect hit and vaporizing along with its entire explosive ordinance. The Dreadnaught fairs better, though not by much, as its entire top hemisphere is torn apart. Lazily it turs to present its second hemisphere, though torn asunder, not ready to concede the battle.

The Falasmayon volley strikes into the heart of the Adamite heavy cruisers, PD systems coming to life, tearing through the swarms of missiles. Three ships fall, overwelmed by sheer weight of numbers as torpedeo after torpedeo reaches range and fired its warhead, the laser's rending through meters of hulling till finaly pinprick breaches begin to add up to massive holes. A lucky group of lance shots strike through one of the stricken cruiser's generators, knocking the entire ship out of commission as it powers down, floating dead in space. The remainder of the barrage play against the shields of the ships, finaly overwelming seven more, as the shots begin biting through the hulls, scaring and pitting them, tearing gashes through weapons batteries, torpedeo tubes and point defence systems.

The escorts took damage as the frigates were out manuvered and the destroyers outgunned, the more agile Ortagan ships seeming to blast them apart at will. The Frigates formed up behind them, many showing scars of damage from the hits, and opened fire, a wall of energy weapon round tearing through space towards the Ortagan craft, followed closely by the slightly slower, but still C fractional railgun slugs. The wave of destroyers turned, and headed full speed towards the Ortagan armada, the Carriers belching swarms of fighters, bombers and gunships as they moved from the protection of the Frigates. The swarms of small craft swoop towards the Ortagans, while the remaining large cruisers and damaged dreadnaught fire a full torpedoe volley at the Takian/Valnor fleet,

((OOC: useful numbers

coming at Ortaga's main fleet

530 Destroyers
100 gunships
256 bombers
896 fighters
3200 interceptors


Coming at Ortaga's ships attacking the Adamite Escorts:

300 weapons batteries
*each weapons battery consists of 3 high powered lasers and a heavy railgun*

Coming at Falasmayon:

2295 weapons batteries *each weapons battery consists of 3 high powered lasers and a heavy railgun*
5 slicer cannons *half a million terrawatt lasers that could cut most starships in half*
1265 Plasma Lances *railgun launched fusion bombs, digs into armor plating before detonating, expanding the hole it made.*
700 Fusion Torpedeos
25 Takatanium Snowballs

Coming at Taka/Valinon:

1500 Fusion torpedeos
500 Scatter Torpedeos *against hte Mobile DOS drones, will break off into 10,000 AA missiles*
40 Takatanium Snowballs
16 Nova Cannon rounds

))

Proxima Centuari, over the Garland Crater, Takian Airspace, over the Great Mesa, Valnor Airspace, south of Eurytion Bay, Ortagan Airspace, over Mount Planet, R&E Airspace, and over the Pholus Ridgeline, Falasmayon Airspace

The sparce drop pods hit the atmospher, leaving a plasma trail as they streamed towards the landmarks visible from space. The Falasmayon airstrike proved futile, as the drop pods were simply too fast for targeting, landing on the slopes of Mount Planet as the missiles vainly tried to keep up with the steep trajectory, slamming against the rock face. The door slid open as twenty SOATs scurried out into the R&E country side, just as the Falasmayon fighters returned, targeting the drop pod and destroying it in a flury of missiles and laser cannon fire. The SOATs remained perfectly still, hiding from site as the fighters flashed overhead, their metalic bodies dulled to not reflect the sunlight as they waited for them to leave, before hurring through the woodlands, scouting possible landing sites. The remaining drop pods fell with little to no resistance, though thier fellows would not be so fortunate. They landed and scurried away, setting up ambush zones, scouting the coutnry side for landing zones, and marking near by habited zones for termination.

Alpha Centuari outter rim, near Alpha Centauri B

The Falasmayon ships wrought death upon the unsuspecting SOATs, sending a flurry of escorts through the asteriod fields after them, weapons batteries charging on the frigates, as plasma lances warmed up, targeting and firing upon any ship they came across. The fallen SOATs were simply replaced by new bots, as construction continued.
Falasmayon
12-02-2004, 05:43
"Defensive formation Epsilon-2" ordered Severus, as the withering hail of stolen takian firepower came inward at his ships.

Lasers blasted into ships making their circuitry glow gold as they struggled to dissipated the energy. Armour was flayed off in chunks as shells and slugs bored in the lead ships. Counter missiles, point defense, and Vyper Interceptors blasted at the incoming missiles while Ecm drones worked to throw off their targeting. Explosions ripped across the hulls of several vessels from missiles and lasers. Several ships actually shattered apart, as their hulls were frozen solid by the takatanium snopball missiles, and then broken apart by fire.

"Report!" ordered Severus.

"Admiral, We've lost 6 destroyers, 4 frigates, 5 Cruisers, and 2 Battlecruisers Other ships show damage, but the dreadnoughts and superdreadnoughts are unharmed."

"Lauch all remaining fighters!" ordered Severus, He was not going to have the rest of his fighter forces destroyed while still in their hangars! "Break up the fleet. Run attack pattern 2 with the frigates."

The fleet moved again. Another 80 squadrons of fighter craft erupt from the hangars on the fleet vessels. The bombers move to augment their brothers in the attack, while the interceotprs add even more power to the missile defense network.

The fleet spread out, allowing the gaps between them to widen to lessen the damage form lasers and gun batteries. They depend on the massive amount od fighters to fill the shortcomings the move has left in their defense networks.

Another full weapons barrage lances into the adamite fleet. This time however, fire is coming from many angles as the escort frigated have spread from the main fleet and are blasting the Adamite vessels with their disruptor cannons and missiles.

Fire into Adamite ships
500 Laser warhead missiles
70 Energy Torpedoes (electromagnetically encased plasma)
175 Disruptor Beams
79 Prophylon Lances (Eight of them, are really big)

almost 2000 high explosive missiles coming from the bombers

******
The ships in the belt in th area of Alpha Centauri B switch their attack targets to the frigates guarding the SOAT's aiming to destroy them.
Several destroyers and frigates are destroyed, but the superior maneuverability and small size of the falasmayon ships gives them a great advantage in the belt.
Valinon
12-02-2004, 15:27
Forrest watches as the missiles streak in toward his fleet. And allows himself a small smile. Perfect, the machines have taken the bait.
He turns the the AI Gustav, "Singal your compatriots on the facilities, Gustav."
"With pleasure, Admiral," says Gustav. The missiles attached to the fleet launch their counterattack with deadly efficiency. And then the Scatter Torpedoes shatter into hundreds upon thosands of bomblets, moving toward the now vulnerable looking drones. But suddenly thousands of new particle beams and missiles slash through space from the direction of Proxima and the nearby moon of Eurytion. boiling from the silent defense satellites and from some of the older defense stations, a massive number of DOS drones boils forward. With their sheer number they catch and reflect the fire of Alpha Centauri A, appearing as endless flights of lighted birds.
It is an orchestrated performance, the work of over 100 AI maestros directing their servants. Groups of the agile drones for, spraying 360 spheres of lasers, particle energy, and interception missiles. But they even take their casaulties, sacrificing some of their own number to destroy all but 80 of the fusion missiles.
Most of the others are killed by ship point defenses, but others aren't so luck. Four destroyers vaporize, join by a light cruiser. Two heavy cruisers survive the missiles, only to be destroyed nova cannon rounds.
Three cold fusion bombs detonate near Battleship Task Force 8. Two of the battleships are consumed, another crippled along her forward gun arrays.
Forrest breaks his eyes away from the mounting damage reports, "Contact the Royal Oak, Valiant, Formidable, Arc Royal , and the Empress Kristen along with Battlecruiser Task Force 7. Tell them to set a course to close us with that dreadnought. Have Task Force 8 and 12 form up on our flanks and engage the surviving heavy cruisers. All escorts are to guard the fleet from further attack by enemy escorts and light attack craft."
The Valinor fleet moves at once, responding at an instant to Forrest's commands. The six dreadnoughts and 12 battlecruisers hound the crippled dreadnought with an unending barrage of energy fire, and Bane missiles guarded by ECMs. The battleships focus their fire on the surviving heavy cruisers, berating them with their own energy and missile fire. Sending streams of x-ray ship killers swarming toward the machine vessels. A new sphere of the DOS drones soon forms, reinforced with the new arrivals, the network is easily three times as large as the original one that protected the Takan and Valinor fleets.

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

The ground base defenses of the Fatherland are not silent like their orbital counterparts. A storm of energy and missiles streams upward to meet the descending drop pods, not about to let the landing on the Great Mesa be completed unchallenged.
In New Koln, Rowald stands with Vanderstein and the Field Marshal of Proxima. They watch the drop pods target become evident. Soon the SOATs will threaten the Golitha province's capital of Casca and be ready to sweep across the Palmas province and on to New Koln itself.
Rowald turns to Vanderstein, "Prepare the Second and Third Armies, Baron Vanderstein. We will take this battle to the SOATs as soon as possible. I will not have one scrap of the Fatherland given to these abominations without cost."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
New Ortaga
12-02-2004, 20:58
OSNS Charlemagne

The number of sits grows as Admiral Marmaduke watches the Adamite fleet turn to bring their remaining might on the First Fleet.
"Bring all ships into a battle sphere formation. Contact the other Corrins, they are to reconfigure their ion cannons for continous beam fire. We will carve these ships to pieces like they were ribbion. Finally, have our mass drivers target those carriers, I want them reduced to hulks, IMMEDIATELY! The Illuminatis and the Dragons are to cover us, focusing fire on the fighters and interceptors. Contact the assault forces, I want them to come about and punch through the enemies right flank."
"Yes, Admiral."
Once again the Ortagan fleet shifts and reforms, forming a tight formation and reinforcing each others shields. The Corrins unleash their attack first. One hundred and eight mass driver rounds speed away from their parent ships, rushing head long toward the enemy carriers. Next flaring blue beams of light shoot forth, the carve continously through space, gouging out against the fighters and the lighter attack ships. The Dragons and Illuminatis come next sending out a continous hail of ion cannon, battle-laser, heavy pulse, medium pulse, and particle array energy fire. Missiles stream out as well, set for proxmity detonation against the cloud of enemy ships.
The Eagles easily shrug off the energy fire, as do most of the Mirages although there are a few exceptions. But the railguns are another matter. Speed alone saves some Eagles but 8 are not so lucky, ripped apart by the super accelerated rounds. Ten Mirages are shredded by the railguns. But after taking the blows, the ships rapidly move off, making a quick half circle at maximum acceleration and forming into a giant wedge. The wedge then slices into the side of the forces attacking the core ships of the First Fleet. The side of the attackers seems to dissolve in a massive counterattack of energy and missiles. New suns appear as the Eagles even unleash nuclear mines to slice through the attackers.
Taka
13-02-2004, 07:43
High Orbit around Proxima

The torpedeos slammed through the Valnor Mobile DOS shield, being ripped to pieces before impacting against the Takian HEPD fields. Only a few ships took hits, most of them minor wounds across the dreadnaught's thick hull. The Nova cannons were a different story, two of them slamming through a heavy cruiser, ripping through the thick armor as if it weren't there. The exlosion blossomed outward, sending the stricken craft careening off into space, using the last bits of power to remove it from danger, as lifepods streamed from the dying vessel. A second heavy cruiser took a nova cannon shot head on, the ship lurching as the nose dove and the tail end rose

"Bring us along side the Valnor vessels, full power to the HEPD fields up front, lets see if we can't double our defences and stop the Machine fleet from claiming any more victims."

Ichigoyo said, the fleet responding to his command, overlapping thier HEPD fields around the Vanor fleet, providing an extra margin of error for the Mobile DOS units.

"All ships in possition. . . alright, lets stop holding back, present broadsides and let them have a full volley."

Torpedeos and weapons batteries streamed from the Takian ships, along with a barrage of Nova cannon fire. The plasma lances traced the movment of the Takatanium torps, preparing to fire as soon as the shielding had been breached my the weapons.

((OOC: coming at the Adamite machine fleet.

towards the Carriers
2000 fusion torpedeos


towards the battlecruisers
212 takatanium snowballs
633 lances
5 slicer cannons

towards the heavy cruisers
1035 weapons batteries))

on the ground

The drop pod streamed down through the quiet air, Okibi clanmen near the Garland Crater tracking it's decent. One of them picked up on its trajectory, setting up a landing zone for it before calling to his comrades. They nodded, grabbing thier weapons as they piled into the Raider light tank, tearing through the underbrush as they radioed to the Regular infantry at thier find, preparing reinforcements. A squadron of fighters was scrambled, and three of the planes lifted gracefully from the ground, flyting like silver darts towards the LZ, ready to blow apart anything not bearing a Takian beacon.
14-02-2004, 08:23
High Orbit over Proxima

Mass driver rounds blurred through space, impacting against the HEPD fields of the four super carriers, shattering with the impact, slowly forceing it back towards the hull till the last bits of the volley slam into the hull itself, embedding themselves deep into the ship's hull, tearing electrical systems to ribbons as they splinter after impact, showering the innards with high velocity spikes. The Takian torpedeos struck next, bright suns sparkling in the distance as they battered the beligered carriers, striking the hull of both the newer super carriers, and the ancient hulls of the battle carriers. The two super carriers fell, suffering massive damage from the combined barrage, thier hangerbays crushing in on themselves as the superstructure overheated, cracking and crumbling before they collapsed in on themselves. Three battle carriers followed suit, overwelmed even as thier point defence systems struggled to keep up with the swarm of torpedeos. The survivors clustered together, thier PD systems overlapping as the remaining two supercarriers clustered togehter, HEPD fields doubled.

The light cruisers faired much worse, the Falasmayon salvo striking them without mercy. The lances and disruptor beams struck first, tracing a pattern of fire along the shields till one by one they collapsed, a few stray lances scaring the surface of the hull, ripping large gashes through it as they passed. Targets now availible, the bombers swooped in, sending flights of explosives along the ship's hulls, tearing bits and peices from the armor, as well as ripping guns free from thier mountings and vaporizing AA defences, though not before a retributal barrage of fire lanced out at the bombers. Several were struck, one spiraling out of control as atmosphere leaked from penetrated cabin, shortly before an AA missile ended its drunken ballet. At long last the energy torpedeos found hulling rather than shielding, stripping the hull away at an atomic level and opening wide gashes for the remaining laser head torpedeos to strike, leaving massive openings in the hulls. Twelve ships fell, sustaining too much damage to continue the fight, while anouther thirty suffered visable damage, some missing entire deck levels, while others had gaping holes where weapons batteries once stood.

The dreadnaught stoicly stood amidst the fire, hundreds upon hundreds of deep gashes spewing atmosphere as it continued to defiantly belch death upon the Takian and valnor fleets. AA systems ripped apart, it stood silently as the Valnor torps detonated along its hull, anouther seemingly useless barrage. . . but something started to happen deep inside its cavernous hulk. Bright pinpoints of light appeared around its torpedeo tubes, followed by spouting fountains of flame bursting through the tubes, cascading around the hull in dozens of places. The hull shifted as a shockwave rippled through it, followed by dozens of indentions as thousands of torpedoes inside the hull detonated simotaniously, the shockwave tearing the ship apart like an over inflated baloon. Peices scattered, none larger than a coffee table, and a rain of debris struck Proxima's atmosphere, leaving burning trails as it disentergrated on it earthward trip.

The battlecruisers stopped for a moment, their AI systems taking a moment to analyse the change of events, but never relaxing thier constant stream of AA fire. Of the Takatanium torpedoes, 12 surived to torrents of fire, though twelve was all it took, detonating against the shields of the battlecruisers. A chain reaction took place, the shields "freezing" to mass before the rain of lances hit the hull, tearing deep gouges in the armor before the fusion grenade explodes, tearing large chunks out of it. Two fell from concentrated lance fire, the explosive ordinances digging gash after gash throuhg its surface till they hit the reactors, the two ships vanishing in twin suns of furry. The slicers hit next, one per ship, and against the unshielded hulls they ruthlessly cut cleanly through, boiling through meter upon meter of neo titanium as if it weren't even there.

The heavycruisers vanished under a cloud of weapon's battery fire, its shields struggling under the sudden barrage. Two spiraled out of control, torn open by the Takian energy weapons, while three more vanished in Valnor torpedo fire. Despite their losses, they continue to battle as if nothing has happened.

The small and agile ships heading towards Ortaga manuever away from the incoming fire, though the sheer size of the volley cuts swaths of them away, destoryers fall in droves, though most survive the inaccuarte, if heavy enemy fire.

The escorts being engaged by Ortaga take blow after blow, falling one after anouther. 10 suffer damage against their wepons batteries, turning and moving full speed to ram the Ortagan craft, thier greater mass due to thicker armor making them cumbersome, though deadly missiles.

The survivers open fire on the Battleships, sending a combined 7220 fusion torpedeos, promptly turning to rearm. The destroyers, still loaded, pepper the enemy with lance fire, while interceptors swarm about engagins enemy missiles and other small attack craft.

The Adamite vessels fire again, though their numbers are dwindling rapidly, they continue to spit death and destruction from afar.

((OOC:



towards Falasmayon
1950 weapon's batteries
1115 Plasma lances

towards Ortaga's ships attacking the escorts
10 frigates attempting to ram
280 weapons batteries

Towards the Ortagan main fleet
7220 fusion torpedeos, targeting the battleships.
300 plasma lances against vessels targeting them.

Towards Valinon/Taka
10 nova cannon rounds
2455 fusion torpedeos

Surviving ships:

300 destroyers
150 frigates
126 light cruisers
55 heavy cruisers
10 battle cruiers

))

On the ground in Proxima

The SOAT's land, albiet with difficulty in mayn palces, quickly scurrying out to find the best landing zones, marking those which will provide unopposed, or near unopposed decent for their conterpart still in space.
14-02-2004, 08:37
Unidentified Object, High Orbital Range over Proxima

The Voyager class Modified Deep Space Probe Explorer once again appeared after a light burst of energy from the Sub-Space drive exiting Theoritical Sub-Space. Sending Microwave Pulses to detected units, it got a LOUD full of information. It started observing the battle, slowly moving its camera here and there, sending signals to identifiy objects, somtimes ships and sometimes projectiles. Never once, however, did it reveal why it was here, for it knew that these battling entities would be less intrested in it and more intrested in what they where fighting.

Just in case, however, there were more.....Space Probes....standing by for assistance, one with an Experimental Hyperized Ion Cannon ready for its first test, the other loaded with Neutronic Warheads. All were lightyears away, waiting for the Pulse signal, watching the signals from its Brethren Probe as it observed the situation.
New Ortaga
14-02-2004, 17:45
Apocalypse Keep

"Ginias," says Glas.

"What?" says Ginias Saharin turning to face the Valinor Prefect.

"It's the Grand Admiral, Ginias, he is ordering that the Ghostmaker group be deployed."

"It's too early, Glas," says Saharin.

"He will not yield, Ginias."

Saharin's eyes flare, "Damn Delaz and his ignorance! Fine! Deploy the Ghostmaker group, and let us hope that we survive this gross waste later!"
Saharin watches as the Zedra stations activate, and in the cold distance between the stars, new eyes open.

OSNS Charlemagne

Four more Mirages are destroyed by the weapons batteries, and 3 Eagles are consumed. But the other lighter warships rapidly respond, and they form up against the oncoming kamikazes with a cold disregard. The formed up Eagles spat out 200 new objects, deadly nuclear mines mean to move in under shields and detonate right against the hull.
The agile ships then begin an intricate process of evasive and attacking. As they move to stay out of the frigates reach, the Eagles, Mirages, and fighters continue to engage the ships around them with their own return fire.

Aboard the Charlemagne Marmaduke can only watch as the missiles and plasma rounds march toward him. The battle sphere erupts into a counter attack, at their stations throughout the first fleet, the ships' defense fire control officers work with a feverous pace. Counter missiles streak away from the Dragons, Illuminatis, and Corrins. Then the ships main weapons retarget, firing great beams of energy at the oncoming attack. Missiles explode as the cluser counter missiles release their smaller parasite missiles. The Illuminatis move to act as shields to the larger Corrins, but it is still not enough.
Three Illuminatis burst into a blossoming explosion, two more vent atmosphere and begin to slow as they are crippled. And through the gap the surviving missiles plunge.

The Corrins send out their own counter attack, missiles, lasers, and desperate shadow sensors designed to lure missiles away. The Inquisition dies, along with Vice Admiral Garrett, Marmaduke's second. Two other Corrins follow suit, and another perishes when the plasma rounds tear into its weakened shields.

The Charlemagne rocks as she is hammered.

"Damage report!" shouts Marmaduke.

"Shields holding at 55% normal levels, Admiral, redistributing power bring them up to full power. Minor damage to starboard side batteries."

"Admiral! Incoming ships! There ours!"

Marmaduke brings up the Charlemagne's external view. He watches as the space above the Adamite fleet distorts and then 200 Eagle assault cruisers erupt from hyperspace. Marmaduke zooms in on the sigil on their wings, marking their fleet.

"What the hell?" the Eagles bear the hammer and arm of the Tenth Fleet. But there has not been a Tenth Fleet since the Colonial Wars, when the Tenth Fleet was destroyed trying to hold the Ellissa system against the Pentastar Alliance. But there can be no doubt these Eagles are real as they open fire on the Adamite fleet with all the weapons at their disposal and descend like a bird of prey on the ships of the Adamite fleet.
But aboard the ships, the passages are dark, and the life support is deactivated, to anyone who came aboard they would be ghost ships, from a dead fleet.

OSNS Gwaden

Admiral Delaz sits aboard the bridge of the Corrin battleship, preferring it to the cold, distant world of the fleet combat information center. The senior communications division officer approaches.

"Yes?"

"Admiral, reports from the Golans say that a new group of Eagles is engaging the Adamite forces over Proxima," says the officer nervously.

"And is there a problem?"

"Admiral, they have Tenth Fleet sigil markings, and when queried they will only answer as Ghostmaker Task Force."

"Then everything is in order, return to your station," the officer salutes and leaves, obviously bewildered.

"Admiral?" says Gato at Delaz's side, eyes yearning for some explanation.

"Ships without souls," mummers Delaz. "Ships without souls. Let us hope Saharin's ghosts can pull this off."
14-02-2004, 19:46
The Explorer was attempting to see which one of these battling powers were good, for a USSNR ship stood by, the first and only to be produced with such a Modern-Tech society, in an attempt to help The People of that Power which rightfully defended a Planet that was theirs.

Still, it knew not which was good, or bad, but still moniterd. Sending messages to the ships to be answered by their Communications Officer, trying to figure out who was who is this larg-scale conflict.
14-02-2004, 19:46
The Explorer was attempting to see which one of these battling powers were good, for a USSNR ship stood by, the first and only to be produced with such a Modern-Tech society, in an attempt to help The People of that Power which rightfully defended a Planet that was theirs.

Still, it knew not which was good, or bad, but still moniterd. Sending messages to the ships to be answered by their Communications Officer, trying to figure out who was who is this larg-scale conflict.
Steel Butterfly
14-02-2004, 19:54
[OOC: Telegram me, Valinon, if my few mining planets fall under attack in any way. Each has automated defenses, but they can be overcome.]
Falasmayon
15-02-2004, 05:18
The displays of the Falas flag bridge, showed the power up for the enemy barrage, and (since lasers fly at the spped of light) they hit mere moments later. The Admiral had time enough for two thoughts to flash in his head befor the barrage hit.

"That's a hell of alot less firepower" and "No missiles, spreading the fleet will help dissipate the fire."

The damage was still significant, more destroyers exploded in laser powered nova's. Several cruisers took damage, and the escort frigates too their first real damage. a dreadnought took major damage, as did several battleships.

The bombers suffered serious damage to their ranks at such close range.
entire wings of craft died in blazes light.

The counter attack surged forward. The bombers fired their entire remaining ordnance payloads and raced to return to the ships, while disruptors, lances, and missiles launched. The escort frigates began to get into close range, to use their incredible maneuverability and spees to add to the effect of their out of porportion firepower.


421 Laser warhead missiles
52 Energy Torpedoes
150 Disruptor Beams
62 Prophylon Lances

Full bomber ordnance unload- somewhere around 3000 missiles.
15-02-2004, 05:26
OOC:

Don't mind if my only space ship joins in the fry for the side fighting for their planet, huh?
Trailers
15-02-2004, 05:36
Traileric destroyer,monitoring from outer reaches of the Alpha Centauri system

"Holy hell.."Whispered a certain SensorOp aboard NR-D SVN8774 of the Traileric Armada.

"We have multiple contacts and one huge battle going down over Alpha Centauri."

Commodore Vesh:"Thats where ADK ran off to after Bajon wiped him all over Sol..Who is it?"

ScanOp:"Ahh..Valion,Falasmayon,and Nodea are definately there..We have several unknown counts.Course of action?"

Commodore Vesh:"We take it to a higher command is what we do..Inform Maneuvering that we are to make a direct course toward the nearest asset,then send this information to Corona."

ScanOp:"Yes Sir."

If the NR-D entered hyperspace,bliping off the screens of any sensors that picked it up.
Valinon
15-02-2004, 07:05
The oncoming wave of missiles is pounced upon by the DOS drones. Missiles, lasers, and particle beams flare through space and the missiles of the machines' are destroyed one by one. Even with the massive attack of the drones, 300 missiles survive their initial runs.
Forrest watches as the oncoming wave tears onward. The ships own defenses activate, accounting for 205 of the other missiles. Forrest prepares himself for the damage reports when the missiles contact the HEPD fields. The missiles are anulled, carnage writhes about them, but the Valinor ships are spared.
But then the Nova cannon rounds ply into the fleet. Five shells rip into the Valinor formation. Forrest watches as two destroyers, one light cruisers, and one heavy cruisers are destroyed, and then as one of the shells continues on its deadly course. The battleship HMS Griswald takes the glancing blow, but even that is deadly. The entire portside of the ship warps and begins to tear off, armor, weapons batteries, and crew fly away from the stricken battleship. Forrest's mouth takes on a grim set. He barely hears the other damage reports.
"Maximum acceleration, continuing barrage and focus on the surviving battlecruisers," says Forrest. And the Star Armada force shoots forward, the entirety of the fleets dreadnoughts, battlecruisers, and battleships having eyes only for the machine driven battlecruisers. A never-ending barrage of missiles and energy hammers at the surviving enemy heavy capital ships.
15-02-2004, 07:08
A ship suddenly appeared from Sub-Space, in orbit around Proxima, ready to assist if a ship needed it, not willing to get involved.


OOC:

Specs:

http://www.shipschematics.net/bsg/images/colonial/destroyer_tiger.jpg
XSS-01 Class Space Cruiser
SCSS Colonial Tiger

Length:
875 ft.
Width:
284 ft.
Height:
122 ft.

Displacement:
On-Planet: 48,942 tons
Cargo Capacity:
12,525 tons

Power-Plant:
x4 Experimental Hydrogen Reactors - 70,000 kW each - 280,000 kW overall
x8 Hydrogen Plasmatic Boosters - 20,000 Thrust each - 160,000 Thrust overall
x2 Hydrogen Fuel-Cell Secondary Reactors - 40,000 kW each - 80,000 kW overall
x4 Electro-Magnetic Turbine Generators - 20,000 kW each - 80,000 kW overall
x4 Electro-Magnetic Anti-Gravity Generation Systems
Armor:
Experimental Ionic Titanium
Life Support Systems:
x20 Oxygen Regeneration Turbine Filtering Generators
x5 Plasmatic Fusion Coolent Temperature Control Generators
x10 Electro-Magnetic Enviromental Stabilizer Generators
x40 Electro-Magentic Graviton Type Gravity Stabilizer Generators

Armament:
x6 280mm Experimental Main Ion Cannons - Location: Two on each "Wing", two on Front Mounts
x12 Main Ionic Coolent Systems
x48 100mm Rail-Gun Turret Cannons - Location: Universal
x24 24mm Pulse-Laser Cannons - Location: Universal
x24 Pulse-Laser Coolent Systems
x8 Hidden 220mm Main Platform Cannons - Location: One Universal
Missile Systems:
x80 Space Viper Missile Launching Platforms - Location: Universal
x24 Space Torpedo Launchers - Location: Twelve on each side
Missile and Torpedo Load-outs:
x800 Type II Space Viper Tracking Rockets
x200 Type I Nuclear Space Torpedoes
x400 Type II High-Yield Space Torpedoes

Fighters:
http://www.fiddlersgreen.net/aircraft/jets/f-86/sabre_info/3view.gif
x24 XSF-02 Star Sabre - Armament: x8 Gatling Cannon
Shuttles:
http://k26.com/buran/assets/images/jsize.jpg
x2 Modified Buran Space Shuttle
x4 Energia Heavy Lift Launch Vehicle (HLLV)

Crew:
Officers: 24
Crewmen: 248
Overall: 272
Endurence:
Five Years/Max is Twelve Years with Resupplies
Taka
15-02-2004, 21:50
Ichigoya watched the Valnor fleet speed ahead, keeping an eye on the incoming Nova rounds. His fleet jerked out of the way, though two heavy cruiers took dirrect hits, the nova cannon blasting through HEPD fields and absorbtion shields alike, sending a cascade of rippling explosoins through the entire surface. A trio of frigates fall as well, though the Takian wall keeps pace with the Valnor ships, the Fleet Admiral opening a coms link to all ships.

"open fire on those Battlecruiers, thats our only threat right now. All ships, fire at will."

The broadsides opened fire, Takian snowballs matching pace with the Valnor torps, streaking infront of them to drop the HEPD fields around the battlecruisers.
16-02-2004, 05:09
Proxima Centauri, High Orbit

As if in responce to the querry, a full barrage of torpedeos, 2000 strong, towards the newcomer's ship. Six battlecruierser fell, the remaining moving to full speed as they tried to escape, moving in the dirrection of the Falasmayon ships, still firing, though now much smaller volleys with the loss of so many ships. Round after round tore into them, frigates and light cruisers falling one after anouther like grass before the scythe.

Alpha Centauri system, Takian Space station around Alpha Centauri B

"enough toying with them" Dozle says, absently reading the reports. "Send in the reinforcements, and scatter these fools to the nine winds."

At his will, nine fleets powered up thier fold drivers, preparing for fold. Space ripped and tore, and behind the Falasmayon ships, broadsides presented, already powering up, three more fleets appeared in orbit over Proxima centuari. Around Proxima III and Prometheus, three fleets each arrived, scanners sweeping to detect any nearby fleets, before SOAT drop pods began raining down over all inhabited areas, great rains falling over Proxima, Proxima III, and Prometheus's orbital refineries.
Falasmayon
16-02-2004, 06:41
The three fleets of Dozle appeared on the sensor plots of the High fleet ships even as the first fleet was finally annihilated. Admiral Severus paled at the sheer number of ships now directly behind him. He turned to order the retreat, but stopped just short, as a memory invaded his brain unwillingly.

It was of his graduation year at the academy on Denthor Island. He and his classmates stood and recited the oath of service that would guide their lives.

"I am an officer of the High Fleet. I will discharge the duties of my rank and office to the best of my abilites at all times, and will uphold the honor of my service and my nation.
I am an officer of the High Fleet, I serve a cause greater than myself, or my ship. I serve others. My life is not my own. If called upon, I will lay down my life so that others may live."

Severus' face hardened as he punched up his fleet command. He could see in the eyes of his captains, the fear he had felt mere moments before, but he knew his duty, and they knew theirs.

"180 degree turn. Bring the fleet about, and reform in assault pattern
tau-6." ordered the Admiral. He paused a moment before continuing. "So that others may live. my friends. So that others may live." They understood.

The fleet reformed its pattern facing the new Adamite fleet. A full report of what had happened was sent to Lord-Admiral Marcharius aboard Macragge. A call for reinforcements went out as well to Admiral Carniss in the rim. she made full speed for proxima, but she would not arrive for an hour.

The fleet powered at full speed towards the new adamite ships. weapons blazing.

******
Lord-Admiral Soalr Marcharius paced aboard Macragge. 30 minutes. All he needed was foe the defenses to hold for 30 minutes before Macragge and the Home Defense Fleet would be in range. He waited aginizingly.

******
(I would be much obliged if you could give me numbers on what were facing on the ground, please. Until then.)

The refuelled and resupplied fighter craft which had attacked the first group of SOAT landers took off agin. This time they went to attack the actual invasion force, and they were joined by squadrons of Python-class hvy. bombers. They aircraft saturated the landing zones of the drop pods on mount. planet in R & E. Thousands of bombs and missiles fell from the sky in a deadly hail of steel and explosive which was designed to annihilate utterly anything unfortunate enough to be caught below when the boms started falling.
New Ortaga
16-02-2004, 16:56
*OOC: Let's set up another thread for the war on Proxima. Otherwise posts are going to get too long and cumbersome

OSNS Charlemagne

Silence falls across the fleet combat information center as the three new fleets translate. Marmaduke's jaw tightens into a grimace and a snarl echoes through the silence.

"Bring the fleet around at once! Contact Admiral Severus of the Falas, tell him we are moving to support his position. Then get me a channel to OrbitConCom."

Marmaduke waits until an image appears in his holoprojector.

"Admiral!" says the four sabre general.

"General Harman," says Marmaduke. "Commence Operation Obsidian immediately. Target the command ships of each Adamite fleet."

"Yes, Admiral."

Marmaduke turns back to the tactical interfaces and sees the First Fleet has reoriented itself.

"What word from Grand Admiral Delaz?"

"The rest of the fleets have been alerted, they will begin translation to Proxima immediately."

Marmaduke looks at the massive assemblage of ships before him, "Signal all ships and Golan platforms. They are to open fire now! And scramble all cislunar Spectre and [Warbird based squadrons."

The First Fleet explodes into action, 108 mass driver rounds stream from the Corrins ervery five minutes, and the core of the First Fleet releases a continous stream of staggered configuration fire from their ion cannons, battle-lasers, and pulse cannons along with sending a furious wave of over 2,000 fusion missiles toward the enemy ships. The Eagles, Mirages, and already scrambled fighter squadrons streak in toward the ships, releasing a barrage of their own.

The Golan platforms do the same, 6,000 fusion missiles stream at the Adamite ships, followed by battery fire. The fire from the Golan III platforms outpowers even that of a Corrin battleships two times over. But aboard 6 of the Golan IIIs a different attack is readying itself, one far more deadly.

Golan III Platform 3

A strange four-pronged mount swivels toward one of the dreadnoughts in the Adamite fleet, tagged as a command ship. Inside 12 technicians from Apocalypse Keep make their final preparations.

Ginias Saharin has done something no one in the Ortagan R&D division has done in over 200 years-he has returned his attentions to the technology that built the warp gates that connect the vast Ortagan empire. What he has created is risky, perhaps to risky, but coupled with a Sin reactor this new weapon could tip the balance of power back in the favor of New Ortaga. And now it is time to find out.

"Sin deton-reactor in place!" shouts one of the techs manuvering a strange object into place. Metal supports incase a orb of a smoky quartz like substance, but in the depths of the orb lays a blackness, and even through the smoky material, it hurts ones eyes to look at it long.

"Preparing for translation!" the floor beneath the object retracts, taking it down into the "firing chamber" of the new weapon.

"Begin translation sequence," says the tech monitoring the fire control.

He watches as the energy readouts spike, watches as the entire pronged mechanism glows with a cold, electronic fire. A blinding gold light eclipses the chamber where the Sin deton-reactor sits, and then a burst of light streaks through the prongs of the turret, and ends where the prongs end.

"Status?"

"Translation will be completed in five seconds. Platforms 4, 7, 25, 21, and 2 say they have completed their firing sequence."

"Bring up the external view," says the lead tech. He watches as a new view of the core of the three enemy fleets appears, and suddenly six flares of golden light appear close to six dreadnoughts inside the Adamite formation. Blue-white fire ignites as they manuver the bare meters between themselves and the ships hull.

"Detonation, NOW!" says one tech.

Six explosions light the night only to be snuffed out almost instantly, a deep great blacknes seems to eat the fire whole and then turns on the Adamite warships.

"Singularity destabilization and collapse in 19 seconds," says one tech.

"More than enough time," says the lead tech. "Let those bastard be consumed alive."
Falasmayon
18-02-2004, 03:38
Recieving the message Severus begins snapping orders to the ships.

"Switch to Pattern Zeta-9, Execute now!"

The Fleet splits. The ships part, moving to pass the Adamite fleet on all sides. As the ships pass the fleets, all vessels smaller than Battleships use their maneuverability advantage to great effect. The vessels continue moving past the Adamite fleets but turn 90 degree towards them and begin firing. The larger ships use their side batteries of Plasma cannons. Together the ships rake the fleets with energy, plasma, and missile fire as the pass between them.
Lunatic Retard Robots
18-02-2004, 04:18
Grand Admiral Dennis Kucinich sleeps in his hammock in his quarters on the flagship of the 1st Battlefleet. His snoring can be heard in the depths of the giant 2 kilometer long flying saucer. One of the robots who works on the bridge comes to his door, Kucinich visible in his striped Pyjamas in the low light.

"Denny?"
"What? Is the coffe ready?"
"Nope. We've word of a huge battle over Proxima Centauri. We've already set a course. Its probably Dozle."
"Oh! Rally the fleet!"
"The fleet's already rallied. All of our fleet is here, and we've got elements of the Auxilliary fleet joining with us. So far we've got eight light cruisers and twenty frigates more."
"Ah, good."
"We're waiting for you on the bridge. AI has everything under control, though."
"Ok. Just let me get some shoes on."

The Admiral dons a pair of wool socks and a bathrobe, and walks out onto the bridge.

"What's news, AI?"
"We should be out of hyperspace in six minutes. All ships report battle-ready status."
"That's good. How about us?"
"All weapons systems are ready. It looks like the Super Acolytes will stay docked for this one. I sent back the carriers, so we have what is embarked."

Admiral Kucinich takes his seat on the bridge, and manages to draw out the consumption of a bowl of caramel corn for six minutes. Then, the trouble starts.

"We are out of hyperspace! All weapons tracking."
"Sensors to bridge, we have a battle plot."

The holographic tactical display comes to life, showing the positions of the various ships in the battle.

"Valinon and allied ships, this is the first Battlefleet, LRR. We are currently inbount with around 2,000 frigates, 240 destroyers, 20 Battlecruisers, and our flagship, the LRRSV Stephen Hawking."

The battlefleet begins forming up, or something like it. Ion Drone frigates deploy their drones, field frigates deploy around the Ion Drone frigates, torpedo frigates begin forming up into general groups, and assault frigates form up into claws.
Taka
18-02-2004, 06:27
Admiral Ichigoya looked at his screen with disdain, noting the newcomers.

"Wonderful" he thought to himself, sneering "looks like we have interlopers, though how they got through the deep space mine fields, Coms officer, hail the LRR fleets, tell them to piss off. . . we will not allow our homeland to be dishonored by being liberated by barbarians."

Anouther beep drew his attention, the temoral displacement monitors going off the scale with the Adamite reinforcements. His eyes widened for a moment, hardening just as quickly, he barked orders without second thought.

"All ships swivel to meet the new threat, weapon batteries prepare to fire in unison."

"Sir, we have a massive energy build up on the Ortagan Gollan three platforms, they are firing some kind of a weapon. . . its appears. . . holy mother of God. . . sir. . . singularities. . . the Ortagans are using singularites. . ."

Ichigoya's eyes widdened, turning to the viewport to confirm the readings. Like a black cancer, the singularites tore at the Adamite ships. Shocked, he stood there, wordless.

"sir. . . orders?"

"Protect those platforms. . . whatever happens, we can't affoard to lose a weapon that powerful."

"Aye sir, moving all ships to defend the remaining platforms."

"Bring in the fleets from the Ortagan ports, fold to Proxima and force those bastards together, give the singularities a real feast."
New Ortaga
18-02-2004, 20:23
OSNS Charlemagne

"Admiral, the Falas (sp?) are breaking formation and engaging the Adamite fleet directly," Marmaduke looks away from the damage reports.

"What of the Takians?"

"They are moving to cover our Golans."

"Signal the Eagles and Mirages, they are to take the Spectre and Warbird squadrons from the Junipers and assist the Falas fleet as an individual unit. Commodore Vancansio will have overall command of all First Fleet units. The rest of the fleet is to form up on the Charlemagne and move to defend the Golan platforms."

The First Fleet splits, the agile and faster Eagle assault cruisers and Mirage destroyers are joined by a swarm of smaller fighters as they join the Falas navy in raining destruction on the Adamite navy. The Corrin battleships and Illuminatip battle cruisers move away, turning to manuver around the Adamite fleet as the singularities gouge at the dark heart of the enemy warships. Thye are slightly ahead of the Takian navy, moving rapdily to interpose their stronger shields and weapons between the orbital Golan IIIs and the Adamite navy.

Meanwhile the Ghostmaker group continues its well organized rampage. Throwing itself relentlessly against the Adamite vessels bottom flank. The massive, triple layered V formation lances at the stolen Takian ships underbellies.

OSNS Gwaden

"Admiral, we have cleared the primary's interference."

"Begin translation," says Delaz. The Solar Navy's Third Fleet disappears as it accelerates for its hyperspace translation. Leaving the orbital star ports it had defended to Admiral Hellings and the Fifth Fleet.

Five minutes later the new formation of the Third Fleet erupts from its end translation. Delaz's command is perhaps the best of all the mobile assault fleets and it moves quickly into action. Eagles and Mirages race in as fighters scramble from the larger warships. Meanwhile the Corrin battleships and Illuminati battle cruisers launch 1300 fusion missiles at the Adamite formation, followed by staggered burst fire from their ion, laser, and particle/pulse weapons. The mass drivers of the Corrins swing into position, readying to fire. All of this as the Third Fleet sweeps into the Adamite forces from the rear.
Lunatic Retard Robots
18-02-2004, 23:36
Admiral Ichigoya looked at his screen with disdain, noting the newcomers.

"Wonderful" he thought to himself, sneering "looks like we have interlopers, though how they got through the deep space mine fields, Coms officer, hail the LRR fleets, tell them to piss off. . . we will not allow our homeland to be dishonored by being liberated by barbarians."

OCC: :?:

I don't get your motives here. I mean, why are you calling us barbarians? And we lost a full destroyer squadron to Dozle, so the desire to get even is surely excuse to attack him.
Taka
19-02-2004, 01:31
((OOC: Ichigoya is an Admiral of the Okibi clan, the fiercely xenophobic fire warriors. To them, Anyone not a Takian is a barbarian, and its a fool who moves through Okibi lands without a Takian to vouch for them. As far as the Admiral is concerned, you are trespassing. Nothing personal against you, but I picked an Okibi to run the defence of Proxima, so I've got to play it properly.))
Lunatic Retard Robots
19-02-2004, 02:01
"We're getting hailed by the Takan ships. They want us to beat it."
"Ignore it. They'll be happy for us later, or at least they'll die less. Takan vessels, this is the first LRR batlefleet, we will be operating in the area, over."
"Load all tubes, prepare full torpedo folley against Dozle's ship."

The torpedo tubes are readied for action, and the entire LRR fleet prepares to fire one massive torpedo barrage at Dozle's flagship.

The fleet bgins moving in to engage the Dozle forces directly. Torpedo frigates lead, and begin to get within weapons range of Dozle's flagship.

"Frigate group alpha, this is lead. Prepare sustained fire on my mark......fire!"

The torpedo frigates begin emptying their weapons bays at Adam's flagship, the 5 frigates of group A emptying their 500 torps each as fast as they can be thrust out the tubes.

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet makes a broad sweeping manouver around the battle, vying for position while the frigates keep Dozle busy.

Coming towards the nearest Dozle vessels is a group of 50 small, cylindrical ships in rigid formation, at no great speed and making little effort to evade any fire sent against them.

"The suicide frigates are in position."
"Ok. Have them concentrate fire on whatever is closest."

The frigates turn to face the closest Dozle ship, whatever it is, and begin firing on it with their ion cannons. Of course, nobody expected them to survive long, because they barely had armor to keep their innards in, but they would make spectacular explosions. The cheap ion cannon frigates had but one purpose- to give a hostile force more targets and more incoming firepower. They did both very well. Easy come, easy go.

OCC: By the way, when will you post in the invasion of earth???? And Ichigoya can't escape the fact that the scratches on Dozle's hull were caused by the sacrifice of 25 more LRR destroyers, none of which survived. And way back, in a little incident that we chose to forget, you made contact with a certain group of right-wing rebels which took a research base hostage......

And the battle of Madras and Yalta.........
19-02-2004, 02:41
The NRSS Colonial Tiger, so silent for so long, flew just inches from the Takaian Flagship in Proxima, then, suddenly, a swirl came around the NRSS Colonial Tiger. causing it to engulf it, then the ship dissappeared, heading for earth.
New Ortaga
19-02-2004, 17:21
"We're getting hailed by the Takan ships. They want us to beat it."
"Ignore it. They'll be happy for us later, or at least they'll die less. Takan vessels, this is the first LRR batlefleet, we will be operating in the area, over."
"Load all tubes, prepare full torpedo folley against Dozle's ship."

The torpedo tubes are readied for action, and the entire LRR fleet prepares to fire one massive torpedo barrage at Dozle's flagship.

The fleet bgins moving in to engage the Dozle forces directly. Torpedo frigates lead, and begin to get within weapons range of Dozle's flagship.

"Frigate group alpha, this is lead. Prepare sustained fire on my mark......fire!"

The torpedo frigates begin emptying their weapons bays at Adam's flagship, the 5 frigates of group A emptying their 500 torps each as fast as they can be thrust out the tubes.

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet makes a broad sweeping manouver around the battle, vying for position while the frigates keep Dozle busy.

Coming towards the nearest Dozle vessels is a group of 50 small, cylindrical ships in rigid formation, at no great speed and making little effort to evade any fire sent against them.

"The suicide frigates are in position."
"Ok. Have them concentrate fire on whatever is closest."

The frigates turn to face the closest Dozle ship, whatever it is, and begin firing on it with their ion cannons. Of course, nobody expected them to survive long, because they barely had armor to keep their innards in, but they would make spectacular explosions. The cheap ion cannon frigates had but one purpose- to give a hostile force more targets and more incoming firepower. They did both very well. Easy come, easy go.

OCC: By the way, when will you post in the invasion of earth???? And Ichigoya can't escape the fact that the scratches on Dozle's hull were caused by the sacrifice of 25 more LRR destroyers, none of which survived. And way back, in a little incident that we chose to forget, you made contact with a certain group of right-wing rebels which took a research base hostage......

And the battle of Madras and Yalta.........

Marmaduke looks at the display as the LRR fleet flies in.

"Interlopers!" he says in a harsh whisper. "I want a link to the LRR ship, but give me General Harman first."

Harman's image comes into being, "Retarget to of your Sin translators on the LRR ships, I will deal with this annoyance quickly."

The General nods an affirmative. Marmaduke links to the LRR fleet.

"LRR fleet this is Admiral Marmaduke of the Ortagan Solar Navy, you are ordered to immediately cease action in the Proxima Centauri planetary system or I will give the order to have our singularity translators fired on your ships and send you to eternity for your interference!"

Two translation guns manuver to target the LRR fleet, and begin to charge up.

Meanwhile the four other translators flash with a golden light. Seconds later four new holes in time and space gouge at the center of the Adamite formation. Showing the LRR fleet the devestation that the Solar Navy can reek on their ships if they continue to interfere.
Lunatic Retard Robots
19-02-2004, 17:40
"We're getting hailed by the Takan ships. They want us to beat it."
"Ignore it. They'll be happy for us later, or at least they'll die less. Takan vessels, this is the first LRR batlefleet, we will be operating in the area, over."
"Load all tubes, prepare full torpedo folley against Dozle's ship."

The torpedo tubes are readied for action, and the entire LRR fleet prepares to fire one massive torpedo barrage at Dozle's flagship.

The fleet bgins moving in to engage the Dozle forces directly. Torpedo frigates lead, and begin to get within weapons range of Dozle's flagship.

"Frigate group alpha, this is lead. Prepare sustained fire on my mark......fire!"

The torpedo frigates begin emptying their weapons bays at Adam's flagship, the 5 frigates of group A emptying their 500 torps each as fast as they can be thrust out the tubes.

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet makes a broad sweeping manouver around the battle, vying for position while the frigates keep Dozle busy.

Coming towards the nearest Dozle vessels is a group of 50 small, cylindrical ships in rigid formation, at no great speed and making little effort to evade any fire sent against them.

"The suicide frigates are in position."
"Ok. Have them concentrate fire on whatever is closest."

The frigates turn to face the closest Dozle ship, whatever it is, and begin firing on it with their ion cannons. Of course, nobody expected them to survive long, because they barely had armor to keep their innards in, but they would make spectacular explosions. The cheap ion cannon frigates had but one purpose- to give a hostile force more targets and more incoming firepower. They did both very well. Easy come, easy go.

OCC: By the way, when will you post in the invasion of earth???? And Ichigoya can't escape the fact that the scratches on Dozle's hull were caused by the sacrifice of 25 more LRR destroyers, none of which survived. And way back, in a little incident that we chose to forget, you made contact with a certain group of right-wing rebels which took a research base hostage......

And the battle of Madras and Yalta.........

Marmaduke looks at the display as the LRR fleet flies in.

"Interlopers!" he says in a harsh whisper. "I want a link to the LRR ship, but give me General Harman first."

Harman's image comes into being, "Retarget to of your Sin translators on the LRR ships, I will deal with this annoyance quickly."

The General nods an affirmative. Marmaduke links to the LRR fleet.

"LRR fleet this is Admiral Marmaduke of the Ortagan Solar Navy, you are ordered to immediately cease action in the Proxima Centauri planetary system or I will give the order to have our singularity translators fired on your ships and send you to eternity for your interference!"

Two translation guns manuver to target the LRR fleet, and begin to charge up.

Meanwhile the four other translators flash with a golden light. Seconds later four new holes in time and space gouge at the center of the Adamite formation. Showing the LRR fleet the devestation that the Solar Navy can reek on their ships if they continue to interfere.

"You are threatening to destroy us, when we came to help you out? Well, you xenophobic lunatics, die then. Set a hyperspace course to somewhere where we can't hear if they call for help."
"Yes, sir."
"And might I remind you, the LRRSF has lost 40 destroyers, over 500 sailors, and over 1,000 soldiers combatting Dozle, so while you may be xneophobic morons, you cannot deny that we deserve to help destroy Dozle. But, you choose the path of idiocy, good luck with your anti-dozle cruisades."

In the background, a short man wearing striped pyjamas can be seen lumbering foreward with a cup of coffe.

"Zakkinson, you f*cking idiot! Get off of that! You must have ruined LRR/Proxima relations for another hundred years! How stupid can you humans get? Bob, get this man off my bridge!"
"Aye, sir!"

A robot gaurd moves into view of the screen and drags the former speaker off the projection area.

"I am sorry, honored admirals of Taka and New Ortaga. That was my.....subordinate. You may misunderstand our purpose here.....wait....wait.....YES!!! Ha ha! Dozle felt that, he sure did! But back to my point, we come to add to your command, we will operate under your command, not independently. Please allow us to make Dozle pay for the damage done to us and our allies."
Falasmayon
20-02-2004, 18:06
First off, where the F%$@@ is Dozle!!!??? Hurry up and get this continued before I take over myself and run Dozle, (just kidding) but still, we need a dozle post, and a Valinon post.

Secondly, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! ha! ahum, exscuse me for that momentary outburst, but i must congragulate LRR on one of the funiest posts I have ever seen on a serious thread, congrats to you.
Lunatic Retard Robots
20-02-2004, 18:39
First off, where the F%$@@ is Dozle!!!??? Hurry up and get this continued before I take over myself and run Dozle, (just kidding) but still, we need a dozle post, and a Valinon post.

Secondly, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! ha! ahum, exscuse me for that momentary outburst, but i must congragulate LRR on one of the funiest posts I have ever seen on a serious thread, congrats to you.

*Takes a bow*

But anyways, er.......bump?
Valinon
20-02-2004, 19:15
OOC: Due to unforeseen difficulties with his computer Taka/Dozle will be unable to post as quickly as he has been. Right now it's looking like three to four nights a week if that.

Admiral Forrest's face turns stiff as the Ortagan singularities rake through the machine formations.
Commander Synder, his chief of staff, stands at his side.
"The ESS has no reports that the Sin gun had space-born applications," mummers Forrest in a whisper breath. Forrest turns to Gustav, "I want regular downloads of information garnered from our ships on the capabilities of those platforms and their weapons. Set up a whisker beam encrypted link to University Base as well, Zakharov will no doubt want to see this."
The AI nods, his own expression showing a hint of vague surprise.
"Form the fleet up in wall of battle formation 33-7A," says Forrest looking at the oncoming fleet. "And it is time to show that we are not as defenseless as previously thought. Activate the G.O.D. satellites and tell the MAC batteries that they may begin firing. I want Task Force 7 to engage the machine heavy capital ships with us using Bane missiles. Task Forces 8 and 12 are to movie with our escorts to engage lighter capital ships and escorts. Finally tell the Royal Oak, Valiant, Formidable, Arc Royal, and the Empress Kristen that we will divide the enemy dreadnoughs among ourselves the Royal Oak and the Valiant are to engage all machine dreadnoughts in sector three," the secort away from Proxima Centuari glows. "The Formidable, the [/i]Arc Royal[/i], and the Empress Kristen will engage those in sector two."
Forrest watches as his fleet forms up, presenting their portside broadsides to the the machine ships. The smaller Valinor fleet seems diminuative next to the amassed firepower of the machine fleet, but then the Valinor orbital defenses open up. Hundreds of G.O.D. satellites open with heavy rockets and bombs followed by energy fire, then the 20 massive MAC batteries turn on the machine fleet. Vast generators charge the MAC accelerator barrels and they glow an eerie rainbow of purple, green, and blue. Suddenly shells burst away from them, each moving two times as fast as the average Valinor railgun. A charge is already forming again as the batteries draw on power being beamed from orbital relays and from reactors on the planet below.
Forrest looks at the incoming LRR fleet, "LRR Fleet, this is Admiral of the Red Sir Quentin Forrest of His Majesty's Star Armada. You will be allowed to stay on the one condition that you will do as you say and place yourselves fully under the command of myself and His Majesty's Star Armada. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Forrest holds the comm for a moment and turns, "Give the order to our own ships to fire."
"Aye, sir!"
Three hundred fifty-eight Cereberus missiles streak way from dreadnoughts, covered by three hundred ECM missiles. The battlecruisers of Task Force 7 fire next, with four hundred and thirty-two Bane missiles covered by three hundred and eighty-three ECM missiles. The battleships and lighter escorts of the Valinor wall of battle open fire with X-Ray ship killer missiles and energy fire. After launching their first wave, the dreadnoughts and battlecruisers open with energy fire as well.

OOC: Summarize Later, must run.
Lunatic Retard Robots
20-02-2004, 19:52
"Yes, Admiral Forrest. Your orders?"

The LRR fleet pulses with activity. The torpedo frigates return to formation after their raid on the Dozle ships. The battlecruisers and destroyers charge up their heavy weapons and prepare to do battle with Dozle.
Lunatic Retard Robots
21-02-2004, 01:45
bump
21-02-2004, 04:31
-BUMP-

OOC:

I need to get involved, whom should I attack for the heck of it?
Lunatic Retard Robots
22-02-2004, 00:43
.......ever since I was a young boy, from soho down to brighton, I must have played them all, but I ain't seen nothin' like him, in any amusement hall, that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.....

Bump
Valinon
22-02-2004, 04:26
"Yes, Admiral Forrest. Your orders?"

The LRR fleet pulses with activity. The torpedo frigates return to formation after their raid on the Dozle ships. The battlecruisers and destroyers charge up their heavy weapons and prepare to do battle with Dozle.

Forrest watches his own missiles and energy fire strafe toward the machine formation.
"Bring your own forces in with my fleet. We can turn about and accelerate to meet their flank. We will pin them between the orbital batteries and the Takan and Ortagan fleets while we engage them from the outside. Also be noted that the following coordinates need to be clear of your ships, the Home Fleet will be returning to assist in wiping this threat out of existence."
Forrest silences the comm and watches as his own fleet reorients. cutting across the corner of the advancing machine fleet, it moves to accelerate to join the LRR force and then sweep across the portside flank facing away from the ravages of the orbital defences, pinning Dozle's forces between the wall of fire from the orbital emplacements and Forrest's own command.
Lunatic Retard Robots
22-02-2004, 04:41
"Yes, Admiral Forrest. Your orders?"

The LRR fleet pulses with activity. The torpedo frigates return to formation after their raid on the Dozle ships. The battlecruisers and destroyers charge up their heavy weapons and prepare to do battle with Dozle.

Forrest watches his own missiles and energy fire strafe toward the machine formation.
"Bring your own forces in with my fleet. We can turn about and accelerate to meet their flank. We will pin them between the orbital batteries and the Takan and Ortagan fleets while we engage them from the outside. Also be noted that the following coordinates need to be clear of your ships, the Home Fleet will be returning to assist in wiping this threat out of existence."
Forrest silences the comm and watches as his own fleet reorients. cutting across the corner of the advancing machine fleet, it moves to accelerate to join the LRR force and then sweep across the portside flank facing away from the ravages of the orbital defences, pinning Dozle's forces between the wall of fire from the orbital emplacements and Forrest's own command.

"All ships, join with the Valinon formation. Full fire on the Dozle fleet!"

The LRR ships join with the Valinon formation, and bring their guns to bear on the Dozle ships. The Stephen Hawking quickly vaporizes some smaller ships, and brings its ion, plasma, and antimatter cannons up to fire on the heavier Dozle ships. The move is copied by all the LRR vessels. Ion Drone frigates target incoming torpedos and do their best to destroy them, protected by the field frigates. The torpedo frigates empty their bays as fast as they can, and soon most are down to 300 or less torpedos. They use their flak cannons to down incoming torps and fighters.
22-02-2004, 05:17
Suddenly the NRSS Colonial Tiger emerges just infront of the oncoming armada of torpedoes. Quickly it activates all arms and fires railguns, missiles, all it had at the torpedoes, taking hits as they came, quickly decimating the threat. Soon it turns its massive frame towards the Dozle Fleet, its six main Ion Cannons charging, await the response of both the attackers, and the ones whom were being attacked.
22-02-2004, 09:08
((OOC: Physics has just be kicked in the nuts. . . really, really freaking hard. I'm letting this slide on the fact that its a rather brilliant move, but lets pretend for a moment that I'm going to be a physics nazi. . . you've just screwed the entire system, played havok with tidal forces on Proxima, and I'm not even going to ask how you managed to get enough force to move a mass large enough to create a singularity with a Schwarzschild radius messured in meters. . . to get even on meter you would need to add in 1.5 x 10^29 kilograms of mass. . . thats more mass than the entire planet of Jupiter for just 1 meter between the singularity and the event horizon. . . which is what I'm estimating you've got. Not to mention of course, that you just dropped three of these into high orbit, and the gravity well will be effecting Proxima. . . basicly, you just pulled Proxima off of its orbit and sent it flying into Alpha Centuari A, and likey with three new large gravity wells have knocked the other planets off of orbit as well. . . but hey, its just a game, I'll quit my bitching and post now. . . </physics nazism>))

The Adamite fleet seemed to freeze in place as the singularities were fired, an eeire calm as AS systems prepared secondary defence plans. HEPD fields activate, slamming against the expanding black holes, only to be ripped apart as the energy is sucked away. ID drivers kick in, the dreadnaughts lurching hard away from the growing maws, though it is far too late. There are no explosions, no great tearing or ripping, simply struggle as the Dreadnaughts fight against the massive gravity well. . . though once the darkness recedes, that true damage can be seen. A massive hole gapes out, easily half a kilometer in diameter, though floating through space, like streamers from the wound, the hull has streched into long strands, wisping tendrils of neo-titanium. Hundreds of smaller holes dot the surface, formerly housing gunmounts both for AA systems and weapons batteries, ripped from their sockets by the pull of gravity. The IDD's, finaly free of the counteract force of gravity, rocket the dreadnaughts headlong towrads the Golan platforms. they become unintentional missiles, Inertial Drivers fighting against the new motion. Singlemindedly, the incoming dreadnaughts fire the remaining weapons batteries, targeting the Takian guardians. The ID driver ceace attempting to slow the missiles, rather increasing speed and curving the dirrection till they are barreling headong towards the Ortagan SIN platforms at a C fractional speed.

Heavy firepower now out of action, the fleet turns its attention on breaking free of the rapidly contracting net. They focus on the Ortagan fleet, presenting broadsides and letting loose a full volley, while heading into the Falasmayon fleet, plasma lances tracing and firing shot after shot into the attacking ships, while torpedeos streak out and fly down at the Valnor fleet. The incoming fire scythes through the light cruisers, ship after ship falling as it is riddled with MAC rounds and torn apart by energy fire.

((OOC: where everyone is from the perspective of the Adamite Fleet

In front: Falasmayon
to the left: Ortaga's main fleet
to the right: empty
behind: Takian reiforcing fleet
above: Ortagan 10th fleet
Below: Valnor and Takian fleets, Ortagan platforms, Proxima Centauri

LRR, I need you to pick a location, most likely you would be infront of, or to the left of the Adamite fleet, Nodea Rudav, no way you could take 3,000 fusion missiles without damage, mind posting what that volley did?

Don't have time to sumerize or post number losses, also, this (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2782140#2782140) is the link to the Proximan ground war. A rough estimate of whats coming at each area, I'm cutting down on what I orriginaly had because you guys have killed some craft in the mean time, but its about right


Valinon and Taka: 16,000 torpedeos

Ortaga: 13,000 weapons batteries at your main fleet, 700 plasma lances at your 10th fleet.

Falasmayon: 3,000 lances at your fleet,

LRR: 54 nova cannon rounds

Once again, I'm really sorry for such a short post, next one will be better.))
Taka
22-02-2004, 18:43
Ichigoya watched in horror and facination as the trio of dreadnaughts flew towards them, skimming the atmosphere like rocks skipped from a pond surface, creating blazing streaks.

"All ship, HEPD fields to full power, over lap shields, and hit those dreads with them. . . but whatever you do, don't get in the way."

Shields slam into the dreadnaughts, vaporizing bits of the hull with the impact, but the mass is far too great, sending ships scattering as they are brushed out of the way by the passing ship's mass. A squadron of destroyers is crushed, the ships detonating as they hit the hull, leaving smaller holes as they are swept aside.

Ichigoya watches helplessly as the undetered dreadnaughts close the last of the distance into the Ortagan Gollan platforms.


The remainder of the fleet opens fire on the Adamite vessels, targeting the swarms of smaller ships as they move closer towards the larger ships. Three clusters of nova cannon rounds lance out, a blue streak indicating their passing as they head into the Adamite carrier squadrons.
22-02-2004, 20:20
OOC:

Dozle, may I ask if you talking to me? If so, I am using an Experimental Sub-Space drive that is...well, experimental. I wanted it to go....off-course and chose this location, if you don't mine. The NRSS Colonial Tiger has taken massive damage, btw, so I believe by me taking the torpedoes from the Dozle Fleet I have rupped to shreads most of the ship. Allow me to post one last post before I send the crew of the Colonial Tiger home.

Thank you.

IC:

General Valri still couldn't get why the bridge was still intact, yet knew he had higher business to check in to. His Second-in-Command, Chief Commandant Robert Alexi, turned on the Digital Read-out of the ship, all were in for a shock. Most of the ship had survived, yes, but once again huge chunks of the ship were either missing or torn to shreads. The Ionic Titanium, Hyperized Ions Plated on Titanium as its only Defense, had transfered itself to the most proment Ionic Hull Plating left around the ship, which saved the Sub-Space Drive and most of the Hydrogen Plasmatic Boosters.

All this was Modern-Tech, unbelievable.

Looking at the forward part of the ship General Valri noticed that it was praticly....gone. Shreads torn everywhere, yet the turrets there did their job. The two Forward Placing Ion Cannons had been obleterated, and the Titanium Hull there looked like it had been...welded somehow. Looking at the support structer that held the forward section of the Colonial Tiger to the mid-section and aft-section, Chief Commandant Robert Alexi quickly noticed that they had enough supports of the Ionic Titanium left to keep it intact, but nothing else. Everyone aft of the forward section was left in silence from the Bridge.

The Left wing of the ship, which held two Ion Cannons, had been ripped to shreads by the barrage of torpedoes, and seemed to be as if a circular area was missing at some places, suggesting some kind of Radius Weapon of Massive Potential. The Engines were fine, expect for two that seemed to have been cut off, and everything else seemed the be operation, expect for the other wing with two Ion Cannons, which seemed to be inj the process of breaking apart.

Sighing, the Bridge Crew went about the normal routine of Damage Reports and Control, attempting to contact the Aft-Sections for reports, and seeing if they could go into Theoretical Sub-Space without too much damage upon exiting to their destination: Triton.
Lunatic Retard Robots
23-02-2004, 00:20
OCC: Taka, come on! I mean, even I knew that to make black hole weapons is not only insane but incredibly impractical! It would be like making yourself a star to get sucked into! But for the sake of this RP, we'll just assume that somehow he can do it. By the way, the LRR fleet is in with the Valinon formation, or on the right, I suppose....... Also, the earth battle is getting sort of quiet lately.....

IC:

"Nova cannon rounds, incoming!"
"Evasive manouvers!"

The LRR fleet uses its high manouverability to avoid the bulk of the Nova cannon rounds. However, some of the slower assault frigates are caught in the explosion. 8 assault frigates, 2 destroyers, and 4 torpedo frigates are destroyed, and quite a few other ships are damaged heavily. However, the Field Frigates manage to protect the Ion Drone frigates from the shock of the Nova shells, but the battlecruisers, the bulk of the destroyers, and the Hawking take little damage, their very powerful drives able to move them out of the way.

Aboard the LRRSV Richard Feynman, a Camden class destroyer.....

"Light hull damage.....plasma cannons 1 and 7 are off-line. We are venting atmosphere on all decks."

The destroyer can be seen venting a steady stream of gas, and around the leak a group of repair bots attempt to cover it up. Inside, more repair bots rush to the leak with patches, and also hurry to repair the plasma conduits. The destroyers and frigates do not have the regenerative armor of Battlecruisers and Battlecarriers. The Feynman quickly recovers from the shock, and rejoins the fleet's evasive manouvers.

Back aboard the LRRSV Stephen Hawking.....

"All ships, direct your fire against the Dozle heavy cruisers!"
"Load all tubes!"
"This is torpedo room, all tubes are loaded!"
"This is heavy cannons, we are ready for firing!"
"This is point defense, we are fully on-line!"
"This is engineering, we are operating at 100% power! All systems are within safety parameters!"
"FIRE!!!!!!!!!"

The Hawking's 10,000 torpedos leap out of their tubes, making a flat formation as the battlegroup continues manouvering. The 4,500 torpedos of each of the 20 battlecruisers are also fired into the largest Dozle ships. As well as this, the torpedos of the destroyers are also fired, all in unison. The Torpedo frigates keep their torps in reserve, but still, the barrage released is very formidible. The BCs and battlecarrier fire their antimatter cannons at the nearest Dozle ships, quickly destroying a group of escorts before the energy runs down.

OCC: I've got around 100,000 torpedos armed with plasma and antimatter warheads inbound to the 20 biggest Dozle ships in the area. The battlegroup has escaped major damage, but a number of frigates and a few destroyers were heavily damaged. The surviving crews have been picked up by Sherpa class SAR corvettes. The group is manouvering in no major way, just making it harder for Dozle ships to target them, moving laterally while facing Dozle and firing. The LRR formation is moving in sort of a sweeping motion, punctuated by various evasive manouvers around the Dozle fleet, or at least whatever Valinon is doing, as the 1st BF is under the command of Valinon.
23-02-2004, 00:25
Just as the LRR torpedoes came, which incidently didn't know the torn up SCSS Colonial Tiger was there because of the heavy damage, the ship Sub-Spaced, seemingly a streak, out.
Taka
23-02-2004, 00:27
((OOC: I'm still allowed to bitch about it though, ;). all in all it was a brilliant move, even if it was unrealistic, hence why I took damage from it, but come on now, I can't let him compeltly one up my masterpeice. Besides, I've analy violated the laws of phyiscs many times before, and likely will be violating them many times in the future. Its about having fun, and I garner my ammusment with a tounge in cheek bitch fest at Ortaga's expence. All in good fun, and he did manage to screw three dreadnaughts in a single round action. I'm putting you in front, moving towards the Valnor fleet, so you are in range of the Nova cannon *I run firing arches, hence the little "you are here" post earlier*. . . and I agree, but I still need LOW to post before Dozle is going to be able to post there.))
Lunatic Retard Robots
23-02-2004, 00:34
OCC: Well, good luck hitting my ships with any big cannon rounds. They don't mount many impressive weapons, enough to eat frigates and destroyers, but they rely on their manouverability and speed to stay ahead of the big stuff. LRR shields and PD systems are pretty good, even when our weapons are pretty mainstream.
Taka
23-02-2004, 00:40
((OOC: hmm, I'll accept it, but we'll have to say that you are at extreme range, as Nova cannon rounds go nearly the speed of light (about .75 C), so to pull out of the way you would need to be about 30 light seconds away from them by the time you were warned about the incoming. Also, I just talked to Valinon about ORtaga's "Sin" weapon, and am satisfied with his explanation. Bitching retracted.))
Valinon
23-02-2004, 04:22
Forrest watches as the massed torpedoes sweep in toward the Valinor wall of battle. The DOS network engages, its massive horde of both ship based and orbital based drones slicing through the massed missiles. The darkness of space erupts into a deadly lightshow of energy fire and explosions. Thousands of missiles fly out from both sides, counter missiles from the Star Armada vessels and the DOS network tearing into the machine fire.
The core ships, the six dreadnoughts, battlecruisers of Task Force 7, and battleships of Task Forces 8 and 12 remain unscared behind the safety of the Takan HEPD fields. But the advancing forward guard of Forrest's formation is not afforded the same protection. Two heavy cruisers are vaporized, followed by five light cruisers and 8 destroyers. Another heavy cruiser has its engine block ruptured, continuing on a ballastic course. Several other ships take damage, but the Valinor fleet accelerates on, moving to join the LRR forces and carving a half circle of fire across the machine formation as they move.
"Admiral Forrest!" says a tactical officer. "Energy spike in sector thirty-seven, it's exit point energy breeches, sir!"
"Thank God," mummers Forrest. He looks at this display and watches as at least part of the Valinor home fleet returns.

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

Eight massive exit jump-space points rip through space, and from them Forrest's long awaited reinforcements appear.
Admiral of the Red Sir Daniel Trisdant cuts the link with First Lord Admiral von Schmidert, tiring of listening to his age. In rank they may be the same, but Trisdant has twenty years of service seniority on the First Star Lord, and he is using all of it now.
The HMS Absolution is one of the Star Armada's two superdreadnoughts, massive ships designed to wipe out entire battle squadrons. It sits at the heart of a formation of eight dreadnoughts, three battlecruiser squadrons, four battleship squadrons, and hordes of heavy cruisers, light cruisers, destroyers, and gunships.
"Contact Admiral Adonis and Admiral Sarnow," says Trisdant to his primary communications officer. "They are to detach their forces under the HMS Royal Oak and the HMS [i]Ares[i]."
"Aye, sir!"
Trisdant watches his own tactical display and watches as Admiral Sarnow's and Admiral Adonis' command detach, moving to complete the sphere around the machine forces. He nods assuringly. The Absolution sits at a formation that still consists of two dreadnoughts, one battlecruiser squadron, and two battleship squadrons.
"Begin charge the MAC," says Trisdant. "And I want maximum accleration, it is time to take some of the pressure off Admiral Forrest's forces. Heaven knows he has paid enough for von Schmidert's idiocy today."
Trisdant watches cooly as his fleet begins a writhing horde of angered wasps, bearing down on the machine forces with the fury of the Valinor.


OOC:

Loses:
2 CAs
5 CLs
8 DDs
18 GSs

Attack:
Continous fire from Forrest's fleet varying from 2,000-2,200 missiles with energy fire

Reinforcements will attack en masse next post
Now is fire ranging from 5,500-5,900 missiles and energy batteries
Not including Adonis' and Sarnow's forces which are manuvering more than attacking.
New Ortaga
23-02-2004, 16:47
*OOC: For starters Taka, don't go mentioning screwing physics over with some of the things you field. Secondly, the singularities are generated by an interaction with a man-made "singularity" and super dense hypermatter, therfore meaning it takes less hyper matter to create an event horizon than is normal. Also, you all should have noticed the Golans that fired the translation guns didn't fire anything else, at all, period. And a Golan III can generate enough power to keep a small city happy for the better part of five months, that should tell you something about power drain.

Finally before I post, what of the attack from my 3rd fleet? And its position?*
Lunatic Retard Robots
24-02-2004, 02:52
The LRR fleet, moving in no discernable formation, thins out to make room for the Valinon ships. The fleet takes a short break from firing torpedos, and instead relies on their energy weapons to take down smaller Dozle ships. Plasma and ion cannon turrets (with more plasma, but still a good amount of ion cannons) fire their weapons out on the rabble of smaller Dozle ships, the light weapons being of little use against the heaviest shielded ships (thats what antimatter cannons are for) but they still cause heavy losses among small escorts. However, assault frigates are lost one by one, and soon they retreat to the cover of destroyers, more heavily shielded and more armed.

The Ion Drone frigates lock onto the torpedos chasing the Valinon fleet, and do their best to knock them down.

"Sir, detecting hyperspace signature......"
"Its Admiral Ix!"
"Why.....how.....who does he have with him?"
"Looks like most of the second BF!"
"Excellent!"

Admiral Ix is not a conventional Admiral, and his battlefleet is quite a sight to see, but he is probably LRR's best space commander. Imagine Admiral Kucinich, only better. His battlegroup drops out of hyperspace just outside the deep space minefields. The ships in his battlegroup can be clearly viewed, all the major vessls covered in extra armor and other various modifications.

"Ello, this is the second battlefleet, LRR. How do we get through this minefield, o'er? We got quite a fleet here. Any tasks for us?"
24-02-2004, 06:47
((OOC: First of all, physics gets facked just about every day on these forums, I don't bitch about every little physics violations, in fact I let most of them slip by. I picked your out as it was a balance violation, long with a physics violation. For starters, volume and mass are not linked, a kilogram of feathers and a kilogram of lead weigh exactly the same thing, even though the lead is far more dence than feathers. I don't care HOW dence hypermater is, the fact is, you require X ammount of mass, compressed into Y amount of space to create a gravity well where the escape velocity is greater than the speed of light. I noted that your Golans put everything they had into firing the SIN guns, that doesn't make any difference to me what so ever, I didn't have any problem with you moving them, and I never even brough that up as I assumed you were using a similar principal to the Fold generators *and while physicaly infeasable and improbable, that is scientificly possible*. Most of my physics violations exist because its easier for me to say "it works because I said so" than to post three and four page rants on HOW it works. I tried that with Klonor, and never again, am I going to waste my time arguing some stupid niggling point. Takatanium? It used to one to two micrometer long singularites delivered a close range, and considering the fact that I could use two atoms of Zero point energy to create them, I would be firing something small enough to be launched through a rail gun, meaning your point defence systems would be useless. . . why Takatanium rather than a rail gun delivered black hole? I think the answer is obvious, it would be a God mod, and thus no fun. Fold drivers? please, they aren't used in combat and don't affect the balance of the game or the ability of others to have fun, so what is the harm? Inertial Displacement drivers? if you really want me to I could use string drivers, which run off of the substring theory, and do exactly the same thing, only require a three page explaination of how they work. Why did you get picked for bitching? because you are using a weapon with great destructive potential, and it reduced the amount of fun others can have, because technicly, those ships that the singularity was even near would have been vaporized. . . in the roleplaying world, its called being a Twink, or a powergamer, and they reduce the fun for all involved. . . thats why you were singled out for a bitching. Mass is mass, it doesn't matter if it requires less volume, you still need the same amount of mass in order to create a singularity, and that mass has a gravity well that affects the surouding environment. Finaly, The third fleet is in the lower front target arch, as for the attack, consider it to have broken against the Light cruisers acting as shields for the heavier ships, dealing heavy casualites. Also, this (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=125641&highlight=) is the link to the ground war, it is a short post, but more will be added as soon as you post your defencive posturing and initial responce.))
New Ortaga
24-02-2004, 17:00
*OOC: Frankly, Taka, do not use RPing and dictate terms to me. For starters, I've probably been roleplaying longer than you have even been alive. I will wait for my response on the attack on the 3rd fleet, but I will not suffer you for much longer. Understood?*
Lunatic Retard Robots
25-02-2004, 01:00
OCC: Peace, guys. peace. Now let's get back to the RP....
Falasmayon
25-02-2004, 04:23
OOC: Yeah, I'm with LRR, Taka has a valid point about the fact that mass is mass no matter how dense it is, but as i said to him in an IM conversation, there are several perfectly valid ways to get around the gravity problem, and we can assume that ortaga is using one of them...in conclusion- Taka...quit complaining! you have several valid points but as you said yourself its not necessary to the RP, and he's not necessarily trowing physics out the window. Ortaga quit complaining about Taka, he does have some true points about the mass problems, but there are several ways that the mass problem can be negated. Lets just get back to the RP, before me and Valinon become totally disillusioned with this whole thing. htere thats my two-cents, back to the RP!

IC: Lance fire blasted into the fleet just after the first salvo of fire was away. Ships exploded and people died, but the fleet kept coming. A second volley of missiles, disruptors, lances, and plasma, blasted outward from the High Dominion ships as they passed through the fleets of Dozle.

"Admiral," reports fleet tactical officer, " Major loss to ecorts and cruisers. Were down to under 50% strength. SD's and DN's are still mostly unhurt though, the escorts have absorbed most of the fire."

"Power through, the Dozle formations and hit them as we go." ordered the Admiral.

ETA: of Carniss force: 5 min.
ETA: of Macragge force: 10 min.

Fleet strength
4 Superdreadnoughts
9 Dreadnoughts
13 Battlecruisers
9 Hvy. Cruisers
11 Light Cruisers
19 Drstroyers
14 Escort Frigates
New Ortaga
26-02-2004, 17:41
OSNS Charlemagne

Marmaduke watches as the Adamite dreadnoughts barrel down on the Golan III platforms. The Golans' power are still to drained to respond to the charging elephants on their own.

"Have all Corrins and Illuminati engage those dreadnoughts! They must be stopped!" he says.

Too late he takes a look at his displays and sees the oncoming swath of missiles bearing down on the Dragons escorting their larger counterparts.

The missiles fly in, even as the defenses engage. A storm of missiles, battle-lasers, and particle arrays fly from the Dragons, but there are too many. Fifteen of the Dragons explode, their shields growing a sickly yellow before they collapse, and the missiles easily rupture their light armor. One Dragon careens head on to a Corrin battleship it is escorting, causing the death of that ship as well.

Massive holes appear in the first fleet, Marmaduke clenches his fist.

"Recall the Eagles and Mirages to fill in the gaps," he says in a voice filled with a lust for vengance. Another Corrin explodes, and two Illuminatis join it.

Through these gaps the dreadnoughts fly through, four Golan III explodes, another manages to bring its weapon systems online and launch an all out attack on the dreadnought. Marmaduke watches with a high amount of detachment at the other Golan III platform that mounts the translation array gun.

"Put us between Golan Platform 3 and that dreadnought now!" he bellows.

The Charlemagne's engines flare, and it accelerates in a painfully upward angle. Marmaduke clutches the edge of the main command display map.

"Go to hell you bastards!"

OSNS Gwaden

"Admiral...er... Grand Admiral Delaz!"

Delaz turns, hiding a smile, "Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, the Charlemange!" Delaz turns to the viewport of the Gwaden's bridge. And his mouth falls open for a moment.

An Adamite dreadnought heads on a deadly course to one of the Golan III's, when suddenly the Charlemagne accelerates in front of it, the two collide. Shields erupt as the two collide, energy crackles along them. The shields shatter, and the Charlemagne is hit amidship. A roaring explosion erupts from the Charlemagne and a shockwave spreads outward, it is impossible to see the Adamite dreadnought under the expanding fireball.

Apocalypse Keep

Ginias Saharin watches as another of group 1 flatlines, completely. His Ghostmaker Group is taking heavy casualties, and even his best are suffering. He has no doubt that Glas will report all of the dead from the Zedra stations will have died from massive cereberal hemoraging. Medics now run along the floor along with Saharin's scientists. He grabs an Elite Guardsmen.

"Bring me 208 now! We need to fill this station!"

"Yes, Rear Admiral!"

Ginias drags the dead boy from the station, a look of what might have been regret slipping into his eyes. He turns to the medics.

"Take him to the recycling tanks."

The medic nods grimly. Saharin let's his gaze sweep toward the massive screen along one wall showing the orbital fistfight above Proxima. So far 48 Eagles of Ghostmaker Group have been lost. Glas approaches, his face almost ashen.

"Ginias."

"What is it, Glas?"

"They've landed," the Valinor Perfect whispers. Ginias stiffens.

"Where?"

"150 kilometers due south of Silesia."

Ginias slams his fist on the control displays of the Zedra station.

"Tell the next mag-rail train that I will be going with them. We will reroute at Donegal and proceed to Pennade outside of Silesia. I will take personal command of the SIN units their and move to support General Revil's forces."
Taka
27-02-2004, 04:27
OOC: Unfortunatly this thread is going to have to wait untill Monday at the earliest to continue. I am going to be out of town for the weekend, so this will be my last post till I return. I pray that you don't post too much, as I'd hate to come back to 3 extra pages of things I must deal with. My appology for this, however it is something that I am going to be doing reguardless. Peace with you all, untill I return.

Paul,
player of Taka and Dozle