NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, by 'Independent' I mean this RP will be 'out of phase' (to use common Sci-Fi terminology) with the rest of your IC activities. Whatever happens here wont effect anything else. So, you could lose 300 ships and have your entire civilisation wiped out, then you could act like nothing had happened.

The point of this RP will be to provide those of us who enjoy combat RP's, but do not wish to merely have war after war without any other form of RP, a place where we may engage other Space Nations in combat without it ruining any other stuff we have going at the same time. It will mostly be Ship to Ship combat, but there is room for infantry and ground combat as well (Sometime's it's fun to have a couple dozen Marine's rip into each other).

This RP will occur in the system Uezaushue'Ooguy (A random name for a non-existent system, so that we don't accidently attack somebodys capital system). There are 5 planets. The first is a desert world, the second all water, the third is completely covered in jungle and rainforest like foliage, the fourth is similar to Earth (hot in some spots, cold in some others, etc.), the fifth is all ice (think Hoth from The Empire Strikes Back).

There is an asteroid field surrounding the entire system (out side the orbit of the fifth planet) which is infested with pirates (I'll RP both as myself, and as the pirates) operating from a secret base.

Just jump in and start shooting! Try to conquer and hold one of the planets, go after the pirates (or join the pirates), work on complete system domination, go nuts! The point of this thread is combat, so let's have a go!

IC:

A fleet of Triton class freighters, tended by a smaller group of Poseidon class freighters, leap into the system, moving into a stellar orbit between the third and fourth planet. No sooner had they stopped than a much larger Jump-Node opened, a Ganymede class Mobile Dock appearing next to the freighters. As soon as the Mobile Dock had achieved a stable orbit the fleet begins to appear, taking up position next to the quickly constructed military base.

Mjolnir RBC's are set up around the perimeter, two Alastor Sentry Guns placed next to each RBC. Dozens of Interceptor fighters scream out of the capital ships docking bays, moving into a patrol around the clustered ships. As soon as the larger Warships were docked with the Mobile Dock the smaller Capitals, the Corvettes and Cruisers, begin to move after the fighters, adding more firepower to the patrols.

Within 7 hours after the first freighter had appeared in system the setup was complete, from nothing had appeared a fully operational and heavily guarded military base and construction shipyard. All they had to do was wait for the enemy.

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For info on Klonor ships and technologies, and if you'd like to purchase any, visit the many excellent branches of the Klonor Ship Store.

http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/134012/0.jpg (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=346008)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/kwsig.jpg (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=288603)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/ksig8.jpg (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=292319)
http://hometown.aol.com/jbk405/images/ksig4.jpeg (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=277299)
*NOTE* The main branch of the Klonor Ship Store is CLOSED until further notice. Questions and comments are welcome, but no new orders shall be taken. The Young Nation Store, Weaponry Store, and the Klonor Defence Force are currently open and available for use.

*tag* for possible involvement.

So, anybody want to get involved?

Still nobody? Whatever happened to the days when I'd make a thread and 50 people would sign up within half an hour?

Somebody enter! I command you!

I'll join, muhaha. Good Pro-Modern Space Fleet, realistic, and capable of taking over a world without too much trouble...or the pirates. Anywho, count me in, Mr. Klonor. :D

Excellent, just post your fleets arrival and we'll get started.

OOC:

You need my ship specs I'll gladly post them.

IC:

A small task force consisting of three Colonial Space Battleships, Eight Colonial Heavy Cruisers, and Four Colonial Battle Moniters Sub-Spaced near the Earth-Like Planet. The Flagship of this small taskforce woul be the CFBS Olympus, as the CFBS Nova was on assignment somewhere else.

They began to slowly move forward, just admiring the beautiful planet before them.

OOC: Are your ships approaching the 4'th planet from inside or outside the system? (Will the pass by the 5'th planet, that'd be outside, or the 3'rd planet, that'd be inside)

OOC:

Let's make it interesting and say.....Outside, going past the Fifth Planet. Muhaha....

You might want those specs..lol

IC:

Colonial Space Task Force

Task Force Delta

=Battleships=
CFBS Olympus - Task Force Flagship
CFBS Reliance
CFBS Titanus
=Heavy Cruiser=
CFHC Hyperius
CFHC Relentless
CFHC Triton
CFHC Guardius
CFHC Vigilance
CFHC Protector
CFHC Kretania
CFHC Defender
=Battle Moniter=
CFBM King Python
CFBM King Cobra
CFBM Vipress
CFBM Cobress

OOC: Sure, specs would be nice. Post the info, or a link if you've already made a thread

IC:

The Klonor base continues to expand, ignoring the new arrival. The Mjolnir RBC's are drawn inside, replaced by a detatchment of Harbinger Cannons (Dun dun dun!). The Corvettes which had previously been on patrol move outward, heading towards the asteroid fields to stake out a mining sector.

With a flash of blue a Sub-Space node opens and out flashes a Charybdis AWAC ship on the opposite side of the Earth type planet.

"Attention! Attention! Attention! Attention! Enemy ships have been detected! Tactical Alert! Dispatch welcome ships."

With that the GDB Xanthus powers up its engines, moving out from the base and heading to engage the new arrivals.

HNSC Hammer of the Proletariat

The ships slid through hyperspace, all of a sudden it began to shake violently. Star Admiral Zaitsev was thrown out of his chair, "What the hell?" the Fleet Navigator shook his head, "Sorry sir, we've encountered and unexpected gravity well, it yanked us out of hyperspace. It isn't on any of the charts. Zaitsev hadn't payed attention to him, he was preoccupied with the beautiful planet in the viewport. He shook himself out of his daydream. He walked over to his chair and activated the comm, "All ships, report in."

"Red Lancer, ready!" (Retribution Class Destroyer)
"Red Sickle, ready!" (Retribution class Destroyer)
"Karl Marx, ready!" (Nemesis class Battleship)
"Haton, ready!" (Proletariat class Assault Frigate)
"Lancer, ready!" (Alexandrov class Missile Frigate)
"Leningrad, ready!" (Brusilov class Crusier)
"Frederick Engels, ready!" (Revolution class Battlecruiser)
"Severnaya, ready!" (Galaxy class Carrier)

OOC:

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=131403&start=0

-Scroll down and you'll see the post, can't miss it. ;)

Komodren and Birthright Human, humans whos bloodlines are within Ancient Rudavian, are in this. Humans look like humans, but Komodren evolved from Komodo Dragons, it seems. Heres what they look like, in general:

http://img29.photobucket.com/albums/v87/Bad_Skeelz/Komodren.jpg

IC:

Oboard the CFBS Olympus, Grand General Danti Yat'Ki sat in the Generals Seat, beside him the seat of his Second in Command, High Commondore Fal'Ki, a beautiful Komodren Female and skilled at her duty, if not more. Danti, being a Birthright Human, hated not being able to make something out of the feelings, deep down inside him, that he had for her. But it was the way of Ancient Rudavia, to keep Bloodlines Pure and Brethren Clean, yet sometimes a Birthright humand and a Komodren could get together without exposing it....

Shaking his head and seeing that her orange eyes looked at him, he blushed slightly, returning to looking at the Digital Glass that was the Bridges way of seeing space, with digital enhancement. Suddenly, an alarm sounded twice, warning of potential threat, and a signal was automaticly sent to the other ships in the Task Force via AI Program.

Danti looked pressed a few buttons on his arm-rest console, getting the reason for the alarms. Still, the Sensory Chief spoke up.

"Grand General, we have possible contact, unknown as to whom they belong. Orders?"

Sitting for a second, he looked at the Sensory Chief. "Keep an eye on the contacts," was all he said, looking back at his arm-rest console and sending messages between the Task-Forces Ship Generals, normal operations for constant contact with those whom Commanded the Space Ships.

Danti looked at the Chief Flight Officer over on his right side. "Flight Officer, ready a squadron of Star Sabre's for flight readiness, just in case."

Nodding, the Flight Officer went about his orders. Danti looked to his High Commondore, second in command. "Commondore," he started, "Please moniter this situation and give orders as required, let us be ready for peace, or war."

"Yes Sir, Grand General," she responded, her voice kind of suductive. Looking away quickly to escape blushing, he returned to monitering the situation also, recieving a Message in the Task-Force Network:

[code:1:52edd173fb]Chief General Senta'Ji: AWAC probably caused some of the disturbance, seems a Sub-Space Signature was the problem

High General Xenta: Ahh, Makes sense. Keep an eye on it, k Senta'Ji?[/code:1:52edd173fb]

Oboard the CFHC Hyperius, a Heavy Cruiser, the General in Command was Chief General Zan'Ti, Komodren Male, and the Second-in-Command was Chief Commondore Otaki Es'ta, Female Birthirght Human. While Chief General Zan'Ti was busy looking at messages being 'posted' on a network made for contact between Generals in Command of ships easier, his crew as ordered to be-ready, Star Sabre's ready, and weapons online.

He sent a message quickly through the Network:

[code:1:eda2944198]Chief General Zan'ti: You Birthright Humans, saying vulger yet funny things.

General Donto: Hey, I meant it, I'm gonna rock her world so much that the Ship will be a'tumblin.

High General Falri Xan: Donto! Now, haven't we discussed this before?

General Donto: Discussed what?! I haven't had sex in two months, woman!

High General Falri Xan: Good things one must wait for, my Companion, don't be too expressive about your feelings now.

General Xantano: Damn Donto, TWO MONTHS?! Heck, getting layed hard for you?

General Donto: I'm loyal to my Mate, Xantano. Your not vowed to anyone, you freakin lucky stud.

High General Falri Xan: Lucky?! Donto, when I next meet you I'll make damn sure you want more of me so much that even calling someone else lucky would seem stupid!

General Donto: Well bring it on baby![/code:1:eda2944198]

Chief General Zan'Ti laughed so hard everyone on the Bridge fell silent at the Komodren Laughing, which was odd for Generals in Command, on Duty at least.

OOC: Just a note, the ships are basically the same as Homeworld ships of the same class except for the battleships, destroyers and the battlecruiser (It is a smaller version of the Nemesis battleships that I made my self.), I bought those from Setian Sebecians a while back. I can find the thread if you like.

[code:1:cff1b6bb43]
From: The Admiralty: Phobos

Continue to explore the system and possibly land on a planet to clear the way for a base, colony ships are en route.
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"Admiral, contacts on the radar, it appears they are Rudavian ships. The Admiral smiled, his nation had been allied to them for a while now and he always was happy at the sight of an ally. "Open up a comm channel."

[code:1:cff1b6bb43]
Greetings from Hattia comrades. This is Star Admiral Zaitsev of the Hattian People's Space Corp. We respectfully request to know why you are here. We are here because we encountered a gravity well and it took us out of hyperspace. The Admiralty has given us orders to explore this system.
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(Hey looks like fun Klonor, I'm in! I've been waiting for a good masisve combat rp anyway!)

A full BattleFleet of the High Dominion blasted into the system just outside the hyperlimt. Blue energy blewd from their Warshawski Sails, as the sails reconfigure into impeller bands for realspace travel.

2 Retribution-class dreadnought squadrons, 3 Emperor B-class, and 3 Emperor A-class dreadnoughts, 3 battlecruiser squadrons, 5 Cruiser squadrons, and a destroyer floatilla, in all 250 ships of battle. There were 5 repair ships, and a Mobile Theatre Command Base (MTCB).

The Squadrons began moving in-system and entered orbit around the farthest out planet of the system (I assume the ice planet).

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"Admiral, CIC reports three other known fleets in the area. One of Nodea Rudov, one belonging to Hattia, and the other belonging Klonor."

"Very good Lieutenant." replied Admiral Courvosier. "We will finalize our orbital preparations before taking offensive actions."

Here you can find stats on all the combat ships (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=115270&highlight=)

Each squadron consists of 10 ships, and the floatilla consists of 25 squadrons of 10 ships.

More to come! Bum bum buuuummmmmm!!

OOC: Looks fun, but I've always perferred smaller engagments; RP tends to be deeper when you don't have several dozen ships to account for each post.

Anywho, I might club ya'll over the head with a Battleplate later, but for now, I think I'll test the waters with some new, non-kanuckistani kit.

IC:
At the edge of the system, several million kilometers beyond the outter reaches of the asteroid belt, the eternal serenity of the void was disturbed; an angey ebon scar, blacker than space itself, brutally shorn through the fabric of reality; an equally dark form sliding silently into the universe, allowing space to mend it's wound once clear, and thus the portal closed.

Two and a half kilometers long, this alien vessel resembled nothing so much as a rounded cylinder a fifth it's own legnth across; a half dozen rows of towering, hundred-meter spines spaced evenly and running it's legnth, with clusters of antenae scattered amoung them; numerous heavily armoured doors hinting at the vessel's possible purpose, yet defying even the most prying scans knowledge of what lay behind her think, alien hull.

Shortly thereafter, her powerful arrays come online; active, penitrating scans peering into the inky depths ahead of her.

A minute passes, then another, and with it comes further action, as massive shutters open at the rear of the vessel; magnetic fields binding an artifical star of fusing plasma at the heart of her drive suddenly developing an intentional flaw, channeling and shaping the jet of C-fractional ionised gas as it escapes.

By the ending of the next minute, it's course, if not intentions, are clear; the behemoth inbound at the head of a nine kilometer long pencil of light, on a path that will intersect the asteroid field and pass within kilometers of several large nickle-iron rocks, befor heading on to eventually reach the second planet, assuming she continues flying straight.

OOC:

Man this is getting good, lets have a Fair and Excellentb bRP guys, and show them other people how Veterans and Elites should RP!

IC:

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At the very edge of the asteroid belt, away from any ship what-so-ever, a three mile long distortion in space erupted into a dance of plasmatic Sub-Space elements that ended in the shape of a Ship, exactly three miles long also. As the shell of Sub-Space Plasmatic Ionic Materials seemed to dissapate by detaching from the form into bluish orbs, floating so far before dissappearing, the ship became all too clear.

It was the Flagship of the Colonial Space Fleet, and this was its first mission.

OOC:

Whatever happens to this ship stays with its record, its the flagship afterall. ;)

Basic Image comes later when I have time

IC:

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The Grand General onboard the CFBS Olympus smiled as he recieved the message from the flagship of the Colonial Space Fleet, the CFSF Behemoth.

[code:1:ea3a604349]Grand General, this is Supreme General, I am honored to be in the same operations area as you. We await your orders.[/code:1:ea3a604349]

The Grand General saw the message from Hattia, and smiled again, returning the message.

[code:1:ea3a604349]This is Grand General of Task Force Delta, we are here on Exploration and Discovery, shakdown of the new Colonial Space Fortress called Behemoth is underway, we mean no harm, we never have and never will, Comrade Brethren Ally of long ages past and present.[/code:1:ea3a604349]

The Klonor ships at the hastily constructed base continue to do nothing, only the freighters moving between the Harbinger Cannons showing any sign of life.

The GDB Xanthus, dispatched to intercept the new arrivals, turns back towards the base. A defensive war is much easier to fight than an offensive war, and Klonor defenses are above anything in the Galaxy. They would wait for the enemy, and then gut them from nose to navel.

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In the asteroid field surrounding the system there is some bizarre movement. One of the asteroids seems to have sprung a leak, water and gas erupting from one side and pushing it to the side and towards the farthest outlying fleet (whichever nation is the closest to the asteroid field). As it approaches the fleet several chunks of the asteroid break off, revealing hidden weapons in shocking numbers.

The chunks which had broken off, rock and ice ranging in size from a few meters to almost a kilometer in diameter, begin to move seemingly under their own power (it's actually a tractor beam from the asteroid). Suddenly, all the rocks accelerate to a startling velocity, moving on a course that would collide them head on with the lead ship. One of the first rules of fighting: Knock your enemy over the head before the fight starts. This would be a glorious catch.

(For those who don't posess a fully formed brain stem, the second part of the post was the pirates)

OOC:

http://wolfsshipyard.mystarship.com/Drawings/Earth/Nova_Upgrade.gif

Flagship, Space Fortress class Space Ship, or CFSF.

IC:

The Behemoth had no time to react, and being the only ship there, she was instantly hit with all the incoming chunks, splitting in half, then her engine section exploding and causing a chain reaction that leads to the CFSF Behemoth having only a small portion of her crew alive, the entire ship looking like a space wreck

No one would ever know she was like this, only the people whom attacked would get the benefit of the massive ship, hopfully spareing the crew that was left alive.
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OOC: Okay, didn't expect to knock out the flagship, but it works for me

IC:

The asteroid begins to move forward again, the km long tail of gas forcing it forward. It approaches what's left of the NR ship, giant docking arms unfolding from the crust and grasping hold of the ruined wreck. Slowly, the massive docking bay opens and yawns, ready to receive the first bounty of the pirates.

The grasping arms begin to claw at the ship, ripping off giant chunks and stuffing them inside its maw. Within minutes the formerly beautiful ship had been stripped down to the very braces, it's entire mass shredded and stuffed inside the pirate base.

It's latest victim dealt with it moves back into the field, its engines shutting off and its weapons receding. Soon, it was just another rock floating in the void.

Oh great, Harbringer cannons, I am not going to try attacking those things frontally. :D

HNSC Hammer of the Proletariat

"Admiral, we've picked up an explosion on one of the Rudavian ships." The Admiral punched a few buttons on his chair and had the map projected out in front of him. "There aren't any ships nearby, what happened?" "I don't know sir, the engine just exploded." The Admiral sighed, "Send the... Haton to render assistance and put the fleet on high alert." "Yes Admiral." A few seconds later, there were rapid beeps from the radar console. "What is it?" The radar operator pressed a few buttons rapidly on his console. "Multiple contacts detected entering system, some of them are huge. Possible almost as big as the Hammer." The Admiral hit his fist on the chair, "Damn, ready the fleet for possible conflict. Charge the Ion cannons..."



HNSC Haton

Star Captain Sergei Severnaya Lenin listened to the message from the Hammer "Helmsman, manuever close and send out the transports to board the ship after we determine it is stable and board it to look for survivors."

Most of the Haton's guns are concentrated on the front of the ship except for a few turrets on the back and sides making it much better for frontal attacks. It is also the smallest ship that we have in the fleet discounting the fighters and such.

Oh great, Harbringer cannons, I am not going to try attacking those things frontally. :D and this looks like it will be good.

:twisted:

Well, at least I saw you mention them before I attacked. Those things could even do damage to my beloved Nemesis classes.

OOC: Oh, I just had a good idea. Since we're going to have so many people doing so many different things it'll be hard to keep track of what posts regard you. So, from now on on when you post put the name of whoever you're interacting with in the subject box.

A bright flash heralds the arrival of the 14th Guanyan Anti-Pirate Operations Fleet, under Kommandant Sigmund Herschwig.

"Kommandant, we've reached the edge of the system, sensors show massive ship movements farther in. Several makes, but not pirates from what I can tell."

"Very well, we stay away from them unless provoked. Take us in toward the ring, that's what we came for."



OOC: Ships in the fleet are

2 Silver Wolf Destroyers
4 Scimitar Warships
7 Phoenix Hawk Strike Cruisers
8 War Shrike Cruisers
11 Angel Wing Corvettes

And the 155th, 183rd, and 224th Fighter Wings, a total of 108 Rapier IIs, 108 Death's Hands, and 216 Stinger IIs.

For stats, I have an old storefront that still has my stats on it at http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=88433 .

Nothing happens. Wow.

The same Asteroid had been detected, but not identified. Intern, all of Task Force Delta had Sub-Spaced, exiting Theoretical Sub-Space near the huge Asteroids.

They looked for signs of their Flagship, going near a particular Asteroid....


=Battleships=
CFBS Olympus - Task Force Flagship
CFBS Reliance
CFBS Titanus
=Heavy Cruiser=
CFHC Hyperius
CFHC Relentless
CFHC Triton
CFHC Guardius
CFHC Vigilance
CFHC Protector
CFHC Kretania
CFHC Defender
=Battle Moniter=
CFBM King Python
CFBM King Cobra
CFBM Vipress
CFBM Cobress

Meanwhile, the black ship continues to march in-system; a trio of man-sized opjects breaking off, a slight nudge from their own RCS systems adjusting their course such that they would individually intercept three of the nickle-iron asteroids their parent vessel would pass so close to. Ballistic, however, they would arrive at their destinations some time after the larger vessel had passed.

The base/asteroid continues to just float through space, behaving as thought it were a normal asteroid.

With the customary flash of blue a massive Sub-Space node opens, paving the way for three (That's right, three) Xanthus class Battleships to leap into realspace. With little fanfare the three ships spread out, moving just outside the perimeter formed by the Harbinger Cannons and accelerating at a startling rate. Soon, all three ships are moving around the base at speeds rarely achieved by ships of such massive size.

With the new arrivals the bases defenses are now complete, such firepower in place that it would take seven Battle Fleets to penetrate to the interior. The dozens of cruisers, corvettes, and destroyers stationed at the base insure that, should an attack penetrate past the outer defenses (highly improbable), they will not make it any further. The Klonor forces were ready.

Let the enemy come.

The Flagship, new Flagship, hadn't been properly completed, and was actually testing its Sub-Space drive. It could not have withstood any attack, thus the Task Force Leader had a moment of silence with the rest of the General in Command's, setting course for a large number of object just in-system detected earlier to get some answers.

Task Force Delta, all of the ships, stopped slowly. Their Sub-Space Drives engaging as a bluish layer covers each ship entering Theoretical Sub-Space. When the layer completely covered each ship. Then, without warning, each space ships figure began to stretch forward somewhat, then dissappear as distortions signaled their entry to Theoretical Sub-Space.

They would now find answers to their lost Brethren, not wanting a fight, but not afraid of death by Glorious Battle either.

OOC: NR, your 'Sub-Space', what is that from?

OOC:

Um, I actually Hypothesized on it in Real Life, making up ways that such a way of breaking the Time/Space Barrier Theorized by Albert Einstine could be reached safely.

Its actually quite Simple, I could explain but it would take a LONG TIME with what I would have to remember, lol. Its pratically an Improved Version of my Hypothesized Sub-Light Drive, in which a ship is sped at speeds through space just below the speed of Light, good travel actually.

OOC: Okay, I was just wondering since it had the same name as mine and had the color blue involved (as mine does).

OOC;

Oh, well, I sorry about that, just facinated about the possibility and thus involved such a Drive on here when I could. I hope I offend you not, you know. I was most likely going to choose another color....just that Blue seemed to be proper as the entry and exit into Theoretical Sub-Space activates an Electro-Magnetic Generator which encases the hull of the Sub-Spacing ship in a protective layer of Electrons. The electrons are Hyperized, made to move very fast, by the Sub-Space material, thus the blue color that slowly engulfs the ship before entry is ready.

OOC: Neat. I have no problem with it, I was just clarifying.

OOC:

I know, you cool guy anywho.

Post response to this by, and I give you permission :), making the Task Force Delta Exit Theoretical Sub-Space near or far from your position, whichever you choose. :D

So whatever happened to this battle?