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A Planet in Distress - Space RP (Open)

17-05-2004, 14:41
Stellar Traffic Control, Neo Krysten, Planet Proteus

The Large room was the hub of trade for Proteus, out here in the backwater's of space, the few controllers conducting the menial task of verifying every single ship.

"Free Trader Orange 4, you are cleared for docking on port 3."

"Mining Freighter Atlanta you have entered Proteus scanning range, state your car.. Atlanta you have a huge signal behind you, request you give us a reading over"

"Reading off the charts control, engines failing.. seems to be a heck of an anomaly, oh crap structural integrity failing.. escape po.. *static*"

"Atlanta Please come in .. Atlanta please respond.."

Controller Harem began to get pretty damn worried

A fellow controller chimed up.

"Atlanta is gone sir, along with around 4 other ships in the immediate sector.. that anomaly is going crazy, i cant even get a camera uplink.."

"Inform command, we dont know how to deal with this."

Command HQ, Krysa, Neo Krysten, Proteus

"Yes sir, they lost contact with a further 3 ships since."

Commander Kristov didnt like this one bit, a huge anomaly they couldnt even see, and ships disappearing left right and centre.

"Get me Theta Base on Karil, now!"

"Yes sir, contacting Theta Base now."

Theta Interceptor Base, Karil, Proteus Moon.

The 4 small bays on the roof of the dome began to slide open, a blue nose rose out of each one, a sleek nose followed by a sleek cockpit, then the sleek blue wings, and the pristine white engines, they ingited in a blare of light, and sped away from the base.

"Hunter 1, we are on course for anomaly, eta 3 minutes"

"Affirmative Hunter 1, be careful with your wing out there."

"Acknowledged base."

The 4 Hunter Interceptors fell into a Delta formation, and ingnited their thrusters.

"Approaching now base, oh my god what is that!?"

"Hunter 1, what can you see?"

"Its huge, there.. theres something coming out of it.. its.. its.. Hostile repeat we have hostiles!"

"Hunter 1 get your wing out of there!"

"Trying .. oh god .. more are coming, Hunter 3 and 4, there on you!"

"I repeat Hunter 1, get your wing out of there now!"

"Taking heavy damage.. Hunter 3 is gone.. we ca.. *Static"

Command HQ, Krysa, Neo Krysten, Proteus

"Hostile ships.. and i dont think we stand a chance"

"You never know Kristov, have faith in our lord"

Grand Senator Athwen interjected.

"Of course, Grand Senator, but.. i have ordered the evacuation protocols to be put on stand -by, and for the distress beacon to be activated, although it could be months before anyone shows up."

"Yes, evacuation protocols on stand-by, we must be ready, and get the military on full alert."

"Yes Grand Senator, hopefully we may have a chance to hold them off while we evacuate, but if we dont, only the lord can save us."

The lights in the room abruptly went out

"So it begins?" Grand Senator Athwen Asked

"So it does" Kristov answered.

OOC: I dont mind if a player assumes the enemy role, i do want people to help meee! lol.
Jitano
17-05-2004, 14:50
the Jitanese Oneth cruiser Fandon picked up a ragged distress call, Captain Penoth listened grimly as he heard the broken signal

"Can anyone hear me? their coming in too fast...we don't have the...oh no, their breaking through our lines...we can't...." static followed, and Penoth locked eyes with his 2IC,
"Course of action captain?" asked Commander Darent, his eyes betraying the concern he felt for the small colony
"Notify the fleet, bring in the other ships, and set a course for that system. Weapons officer! Prepare all gunners and set shields to maximum, prepare for hyperspace jump! Cloak officer! make status cloak alert red. All hands, this is the Captain, general quarters, repeat general quarters, all hands make ready for battle." the crew ran about madly trying to set all the captains orders and be ready for the jump!"

OOC: the fleet consists of 4 Oneth class cruisers, they can be seen here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=143961&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=
17-05-2004, 15:07
Proteus Orbit

A line of 40 or so Hunter interceptors had managed to mobilise from their Interceptor bases on Karil, a small carrier had also managed to launch, and were deploying a few Predator Bombers.

The Enemy Vessel had friends now, and continued to plow forward, a mass of fighter craft in front of it.

"Defense line hold position, Carrier Nabrosk hold your position and support the bombers"

"Affirmative Command"

The enemy fighters began to speed towards the line of hunters

"Hunter line, break!"

The Hunters broke formation and scattered, firing a few shots at the approaching fighters.

The enemy fighters began to turn around, the hunters and fighters began to engage in a deadly mass of dogfights, but it was obvious the hunters were losing.

"Boimber wings, engage!"

The bombers slowly began to thrust forward, they came close to some of the large enemy vessels, and let loose their payload, the enemy ships may of been superior, but bombs are bombs, and a few of the ships began to break up and list after numerous impacts.

"Command, we have 20 hunters left, damage to some of the enemy vessels, bombers returning to Nabrosk"

"Keep fighting, we are still mobilizing down here!"

The Nabrosk began to move forward, then a few flashes of light, and the Nabrosk was shattered, its bays had been hit, its control deck smashed.

"Command! Nabrosk is gone! Bombers are being swarmed, 12 Hunter's lef..*static*"

On the surface

"Damn it.. we've lost, begin evacuation protocols, and boost the distress signals"

"Yes Commander."
Jitano
17-05-2004, 15:15
The Jitanese vessels flashed out of Hyperspace under cloak, captain Penoth looked over the situation gravely,

"Commander, deploy all shuttles to the colony and offer our assistance in evacuation protocols, wait until we drop the cloak, WO, assume targets now, Cloak officer, prepare to drop cloak on my order."

"Captain, all stations report manned and battle ready, whenever you're ready sir."

"Very well, make ready to drop cloak on my mark, have the other ships reported battle ready?"

"Yes sir."

" Very well, all craft, decloak and begin firing at targets of opportunity, defend the shuttles until their safely away, give 'em hell boys!" he shouted over the intercom, the massive ships dropped cloak quickly, shimmering back into visibility, guns firing on close flying unknowns, space became alight with green fire as the capitol ships opened up, the unknowns scrambled about for a moment, uncertain of were these newcomers had come,
"WO, concentrate fire from the Falas and the Hestolk on their bulk cruiser, fire at will!" shouted the captain, rocking as the ship shields absorbed an impact,
"Commander, status on the enemy vessel?"

"Unknown sir, our sensors aren't penetrating it's hull."

"Keep firing then!"
Sakkra
17-05-2004, 16:04
OOC: I might be willing to come in as the attackers, playing a rouge grouping of military mutineers and deserters. What say you?
Five Civilized Nations
17-05-2004, 16:09
The Five Civilized Nations Salamis Class Cruiser, Essex, cruised through space. Its crew eagerly awaiting the arrival of its replacement, the brand new Musai VII Class Assault Cruiser, Typhoon.

At the bridge, the captain, Yang Wei, sat idly in his chair, chatting aimlessly with the bridge crew, passing the time. Suddenly, a light flashed at the console for the communications officer, who quickly sprang back to his post. Listening to the transmission, the comm officer turned to Yang Wei and said, "Sir, I have an incoming distress signal."

Yang Wei thought for a second and said, "Put it on the bridge comm..."

"Aye sir..."

A second later, the message began to play on the intercom. We are under attack... Requesting assistance... Ah, shit... Suddenly the transmission stopped.

"Sir, I lost it..." said the comm officer as he stared at his console, "Something must have happened."

"Oh damn't... Right when we're going off patrol..." muttered Yang Wei, a little annoyed. "Where is this place?"

"Its not on any of the official charts, sir... But I've stolen Klonorian and Xanthalian charts, sir. This planet, according to the charts, is called Proteus..."

"Proteus, eh..." muttered Yang Wei distractedly. Turning to the helmsman, Yang Wei said, "Make a course for Proteus... I want us to get there before all the people there are dead..."

"Aye, sir." replied the helmsman, "ETA to new destination is 3 hours..."

"I'll be in my stateroom if you need me," muttered Yang Wei as he stood and walked off the bridge...

(OOC: Information about my warships can be accessed here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=163).)
17-05-2004, 16:12
OOC: Ya sure

Command HQ, Krysa, Neo Krysten, Proteus

"Most communication networks have failed, we still have the internal military lines, but we cant go ahead with the evac" Kristov informed Athwen

"No... this is a disaster"

"Communication reported contact from another source, but we cant reply as of yet."

"Very well, mobilize the Carthage, it is our only battleship, but our only hope"

"Yes sir, all Hunter's Predators and Provence Carriers have been mobilized, we will send them with the Carthage along with all the Manta Frigates once they are prepped."

"Do it, we need time."
Sakkra
17-05-2004, 16:44
OOC: Okey doke. Lemme know if anything is problematic. Some info on my stuff, adjusted a bit here and there (http://www.5amFunnies.com/sakkra/) for the purposes of RP, are being made.

IC: From within the Dissonance Field, designed not as a cloak but to disrupt sensor readings across the board, the command craft of the ex-I.S.N. fleet assesses the situation. The reptilian crew sits in their organic, semi-sentient ships, sharing sensor-hack information with each other and coordinating their attack strategem.

The Wing Commander of these Sakkran deserters turns to the fleet commander. "Sir, data shows the Gghaan and the Shuuhan taking damage from enemy bombing runs. Fighters are engaging, and their superior mobility is taking the day. Should I dispatch more wings from the war-carriers to finish the job swiftly?"

The Admiral, Grellt, pauses a moment in thought, then waves a hand before him. "Not yet, but get them ready just in case. And prepare a squadron of Gecko-class gunships. I have a feeling something is in the air that smells ill. Send the corvettes in a diamond formation to guard our battle-ships as they prepare for orbit around the planet."

He then leans forward, and shakes a fist. "We will have this planet, plunder its resources and destroy any in our way. Prepare the Neutron Cannons for orbital bombardment. When we have crushed their space defenses, we will tell them terms of surrender."

"INCOMING FIRE!"

A slight jarring is felt, and the Admiral addresses the ship. "Sshaard, are you damaged?"

"I am not, Admiral. Slight shell damage, but I am repairing that. The crafts that fired on us are attempting to read us with sensors, but the dissonance field is blocking them."

"Good, good. Wing Commander, get 2 squadrons of gun-ships and the ramainder of flights in the Vengeful Deity scrambled, and engage the new targets. Helm, keep us on course. Task Group Zeta, bank 45 degrees and engage the new targets. Use your tri-focus cannons and neutron weaponry to whittle down their cap ships. Scramble fighters and gun-ships to engage their interceptors."

"On it, Sir."

From one of the War Carriers, a massive grouping of 24 gun-ships and 240 long-range fighters launch in waves from their carrier, perparing to meet the new source of aggression, and engage with extreme prejudice.

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1 Commandship, 3 Battleships, 2 War-Carriers, 6 Cruisers, 8 destroyers and 20 corvettes bank and engage the new fleet, returning fire from gauss cannons, neutron blasters and Hard Beam banks upon the largest cap ships. Spore batteries fire salvos of self-guided F&F missiles.

The dissonance field manages to disperse the majority of incoming fire, but some manages to make it through with direct hits upon the hull. It looks like it desintigrates for a moment, but then looks to be oozing fresh plating from withtin at every point hit. One cruiser begins to list away from the task force in a direct hit on one of its engine banks that penetrated the hull.

Task Group Alpha, however, maintains its course to Proteus. Sporting double the number of ships of like classes, they sweep the area before them with sensors reading all.
Jitano
17-05-2004, 17:49
Captain Penoth watched as the Hestolk listed in space, his eyes glinted dangerously,
"Commander, concentrate fire on their smaller ships, and prepare a message to high command, inform them that we need reinforcements ASAP, target the smaller ships, try and bring them down, see what effect the ion cannons have on them." he said pointing out over the battle scene, the commander rushed to relay his commands, the massive guns on the ships fired, destroying the smaller incoming craft, a signal lanced out through space, to the fleet head quarters

* * *

" Admiral, we're receiving a call for reinforcement from the Fandon group, they're under attack from hostile unknowns."
"Very well, prepare the Imperator battlegroup for attack."
Sakkra
17-05-2004, 19:34
Task Force Zeta

The pod-shaped interceptors engage the JItano interceptors in dogfighting. Superior in maneuverability, they are comparitively lacking in armament. Incoming ion-cannon fire disables targetting and most sensors on the organic ships. Life support and navigation are for the most part unaffected. Aside from knocking the crafts about from the force of the blasts, the ionic charges in the blast don't seem to do much else.

Collisions from being knocked about, however, is a different story. 16 interceptors total are destroyed in collisions. The Jitano fighters would be lucky to dodge the blasts from their own capitol ships at these close quarters.

The 2 squadrons of gun-ships, 24 total, lock their targetting reticles on one Jitano battleship, and fire salvos of SPORE-armed fire-and-forget missiles, for a total of 96 medium-range missiles. If they impact, the SPORE would dissolve the hull-plating at a moderate pace, if it is metallic in origin.

The Commander of Task Force Zeta gives his orders. "All ships, roll to allow maximum fire cycling and go broadside. Coordinate attacks on my target. They seem to be more worried about the interceptors at the moment." He puts on his neuro-shunt helmet, directly connecting him to the living ship's sensors. He sees the Anole interceptors engaged in a cloud of firing and maneuvering, and the gun-ships making their attack run on a battleship. Another warcraft had begun listing, and this made him grin.

He painted the ship with the reticle. "On that damaged ship. I want it blown beyond recognition. FIRE!"

The commandship of the task force pivots on her axis, blistering plasma fire and penetrating Hard Beam cannons firing as the ship pitches. 500 lb Gauss Cannon shells scream forth from the heavy weapons bank. The three battleships follow suit, broadsiding with their own Hard Beam cannons and 150 lb Guass shells. SPORE and gelignite torpedoes are launched from escorting cruisers. 48 heavy torpedoe chassis in all.

The turrets of the fighters swing and fire as the Anoles bank and jink to avoid taking fire of their own. The EmDCM fields disperse incoming fire to half effectiveness as it spreds the force and energy from shots taken all over the craft, instead of allowing the blasts to concentrate on one focal point. Ghosted signals are eminated from each ship to confuse incoming missiles.
17-05-2004, 20:00
Battleship Carthage, entering Proteus Orbit

"Keep the carriers behind with the bombers, hunters to the frigates, get the defence in position, and tell command to arm the few orbital cannons, along with the ground to orbit batteries, and fire on anything they can find"

"Command is charging the weapons systems, major settlements shielding systems are also coming online"

"Good, keep the fleet in formation, there, that group is advancing towards the planet, tell the fleet to engage"

"Of course sir."

OOC: the carthage is one heck of a ship, as its our only battleship hehe :)
17-05-2004, 23:05
OOC: Bump
Skeelzania
17-05-2004, 23:24
[tag]
17-05-2004, 23:44
OOC: im honored
The Fedral Union
18-05-2004, 00:07
:shock: Oy ... well any way if the fed union can help just ask ..
18-05-2004, 00:20
OOC: We would ask.. except for the fact the comms network is down, and we arnt connected to the "galactic network"
Remtkara
18-05-2004, 01:31
A Dominion deep space scoutship, under heavy cloak, detected the weapons fire on sensors and carefully moved in to investigate.
Sakkra
18-05-2004, 02:36
The main task group, consisting of a command ship, 6 battleships, 4 battle carriers (OOC: Smaller than war carriers) 12 cruisers, 16 destroyers and 40 corevttes, approached Proteus while Task Force Zeta kept the Jitano busy.

"Admiral, we have confirmed oppossing fleet movements at maximum firing range. Orders?" The Admiral cupped his scaley chin in his clawed hands, then leaned forward a bit, eyeballing the sensor display. "Tell command staff to get into their helmets."

"Yes, sir." The signal is given, and gunners, tacticians and fire control officers, as well as the Admiral himself, don the organic neuro-shunt helmets. A wave of vertigo hits them for a brief moment before everything they see becomes interpreted as a 360 degree blank starfield, with opponent ships represented by trace forms.

Information on the targets streams in from the sensors, and show info on each craft, as well as likely future movements of said targets. Each commander of each ship in the group is represented in waht seems to be a floating chamber in space.

The form of the Admiral starts poking at specific targets, namely frigates and cruisers. "Looks like they're trying to form a wall. Paint these targets and open up on them with the heaviest weapons at range." The main battleship is then pointed at.

"Prepare SPORE and plasma torpedoe batteries to engage this target. If small craft decide to engage at closer range, open up on them with defensive batteries. Keep away from orbital defense arrays for the time being. Maintain at 80,000 kms. Have all flights aboard the battle carriers ready to commit to intercept and harrass missions."

The command staff salutes. "Aye, Admiral." They then go about giving their firing orders and targetting solutions.

"All weapons at full charge. Reactors online for neutron cannons and EM capacitors at the ready for Gauss weaponry." The lieutenant commander looks to the Admiral from one of the battleships.

A claw is raised and held there for a moment as possible enemy movements are registered. Then the claw drops. "Fire at will."

A moment later, heavy neutron cannons initiate their reactions, and focused neutron radiation streams from the spinally-mounted weapons of the battleships in a continuous purple blast. Gauss cannons fire half-ton shells of solid tungsten, then reload and prepare to fire again. Torpedoe batteries find their targets and fire full salvoes of SPORE and gelignite warheads at the main battleship.
18-05-2004, 11:44
Battleship Carthage

"Are they operational? thats all i need or want to know"

"Yes, the shields are all mingling into one wall, but the weapons fire is incoming fast!"

"I know, get command to fire the god damn cannons! and after we are hit, drop the shield then fire, then put it back up again"

"Yes sir"

The enemy fire impacted heavily on the shield, the shield pulsed and a few of the frigates on the outskirts of the formation exploded from the energy overload.

"We lost 5 out of our 28 Frigates from the overload sir, the rest are attempting to compensate for next shield impact."

"Ok seems they didnt anticipate our shield though, drop the shield and fire!"

The shield drops, the ships fire their missiles, blue lasers and some lancers (powerful beams) along with spreads of torpedoes and a few long range bombs from the rear bombers, the shield goes back up after the return of fire.

Suddenly, a few of the orbital cannons swivel round, and begin bombarding the enemy fleet, as a flurry of shots appear from the surface.

"Seems command finally decided to help."
Jitano
18-05-2004, 14:11
OOC about the spore things, well I'm not sure, because i RPed finding this really amazing metal that nothing we have found could penetrate, except for a matter disintegration bomb, so I'm not sure

IC: Admiral Gray overlooked the scene as his battlegroup arrived, two cruisers listing badly though still fighting, and a horde of enemy ships assaulting them,
" Captain, prepare all vessels for combat, decloak and have the Star destroyers open fire on the newer ship, then move the Oneths in to support the ailing cruisers. Commander, contact Captain Helstolk and congratulate him on holding this position. Deploy fighters! pick your targets and fire at will!"
Sakkra
18-05-2004, 16:14
OOC: Some details on the orbital defenses and the ground batteries, please.

Proteus; Main Task Group

Blue laser fire licks across the dissonance field, seemingly dispersing along it, reforming and continuing on from the the other side of the field. The lancer fire, however, seems to penetrate the field at some points. Incoming missiles are mostly targetted by interceptors, and point-defense systems destroy the majority of the rest. A destroyer and 3 corvettes are hit, but not destroyed.

"Admiral, we're getting damage and casualty reports from the fleet. Shhaard, Stilleto and the Clawed Hound report hull damage and engine malfunctions. They're crippled, and operating at 20% efficiency."

The Admiral scowls. "Have them pull back to the rear, and initiate repairs and damage control."

Fire control reports in. "Admiral, we have confirmed kills. A score of frigates have exploded. Most weapons fire seems to be impacting on an energy barrier. Their orbital defense arrays are targetting us."

"VRELTE! All ships in main task group; spread out. Initiate blanket operation. Corvette squadrons 3 and 4, flank them from both sides. Let's see if we can separate their weaponry. Use your superior mobility to draw fire from the main force. Ready a salvo of Nova torpedoes. Let's see if that'll drain out their shields some. And keep pounding at them. Continuous fire streams, and synchronize with the interceptors."

"Aye, Sir." The fire control officer gives the command, and the Spore torpedoe batteries are re-loaded with Nova torpedoes, and shortly after a firing solution is found, launched. These torpedoes, shortly before hitting a target area, initiate a fusion reaction which when detonated, send cascading waves of energy in a wide area. Normally used for destroying groups of smaller vessels, their secondary purpose is for weakening shields.

Task Force Zeta
OOC: If it's a truly unkown metal, the effect may be pretty minimized. SPORE works on a molecular level, though, so some hull pitting may happen, not the desintigration that normally would occur.

IC: "Commander! New ship contacts coming in. We're being painted."

"Have the EmDCM field ghost us to throw off their targetting. Have we destroyed the listing ships yet? What? Why in the hell not? Damn!" The fleet commander paces a moment in virtual space. "Concentrate heavy gauss cannons and heavy plasma weaponry on the cruisers. Lob some fission bombs at the new contacts. That should make them keep their space."

Squat, tubular barrels fire cylindrical objects that seem inert at the newly arrived ships. Tumbling at a moderate speed, they seem too slow to be gauss weaponry. If they get fired on, however, it would complete a fission reaction that would send EMP's in a wide area.
Five Civilized Nations
18-05-2004, 16:20
(OOC: Damned forums ate my post... Damn't... I'll write it up again and post it later...)
18-05-2004, 17:29
OOC: Orbital weapons platforms

Armed mostly with small torpedo launchers, 3 large capital ship turrets, heavily armoured lightly shielded, and a few lancers.
http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/acatalog/weapons-platform.jpg

Ground to orbit guns are heavily shielded and basically anti ship guns.

IC:

Battleship Carthage

"Sir, those torpedoes had a very large effect on the shield, most of the frigates have compensated, unfortunately the Echelon frigate group didnt, they are heavily damaged, and beginning to break up"

"Bring the carriers up, use them to plug the gap in the wall, reinforce the shield, once we are in position, cut the engines and divert power, maintain fire on the larger vessels, lets not split our power here people"

"Yes sir"

"Untill they are in position, maintain fire!"

"Yes sir"

The carriers begin to plug the holes as the small fleet concentrates its power on the larger vessels.

"Keep the fighters behind the shield cover, and make sure the god damn bombers dont leave from their cover either."

"Of course sir, fire will maintain shortly, engineering reports engine power has been diverted, the main cannon is online"

"The Halcyon?"

"Yes sir, fire?"

"Yes, fire in the next volley, target the command ship if there is one, or any lead vessel"

"Yes sir.."

http://us.games-workshop.com/games/bfg/hobby/galleries/space_marine/images/sm_strikecruiser.gif The Carthage

A few panels on the front of the Carthage slide apart, revealing another weapon, it begins to rotate, and begins to rapid fire Advanced Lancers from its many weapon points. (Advanced Lancers have more power obviously)
Jitano
18-05-2004, 17:47
Admiral Gray strode across the bridge,
" Captain, have the Oneths rendez-voused with the damaged ships?" he asked impatiently
" Yes Admiral, they have but only just barely, the enemy is giving fierce resistance, they are giving covering fire now, sir, our targeting sensors are being thrown off by something the enemy vessels are throwing at us, I don't know what sir."
"Have the gunners target manually, bring the Emancipator and the Imperator closer, have the fighters deploy In attack pattern delta, and fire proton torpedo tubes, give them a broadside, commence attack now!" the ship lurches slightly
" Sir, some kind of fission bomb has just detonated off to port, the shields absorbed the effects, some of our systems have gone down, we are running de-ionizers now to get them back up."
" They have the gall to fire a WMD at ME? Captain, prepare an MD-2S, fire when ready!"

OOC: the bomb just described can be found in this thread http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=92394&highlight=, i've cut it down to a 200 metre radius though, not big enough to reach huge ships
18-05-2004, 18:42
OOC: bump
Sakkra
18-05-2004, 20:22
Main Task Group

The sensors officer gives an update. "Enemy fleet maneuvering. Several ships are down from the Nova Torpedoe attack, and carriers are moving to compensate."

"Very good. Get me some sensor readings on those crafts. Target their main ship and fire all weapons in range. Launch the remainder of gun-ships and order them to harrass. Prepare to put us in position for a broadside bombardment."

"On it, sir."

"Sir! Reading energy surge incoming. The main capitol ship has fired its main guns."

"Hard to port 45 degrees! Brace for impact! Signal the fleet to move and keep moving. Sensors, ghost us to throw off their targetting."

"On it, sir."

THe entire ship shudders as the heavy lancer beam grazes the shields of several cap ships, pinballing across their fields. "What in the Pits was that?"

"Heavy lance beam, sir. The Tuurt battle carrier reports capacitor overload and fire breaking out in the engine room. She's limping."

Have that ship fall back. All ships! Fire at maximum yield. Get that shield wall down! Broadside them and stop for nothing! Keep moving and ghost your ships to keep their targetting off!"

Task Force Zeta

Sir, telemetry suggests their targetters are non-functioning. The 'ghosting' is doing its job."

"Excellent. Spin us for a broadside from the plasma cannons. Inform all destroyers and corvettes to continue laying down cover fire. Ready neutron projecters and microwave emitters to open up on the new ships. Let's see if we can melt their soft targets in those ships."

"Torpedoes incoming, Sir!"

"Point defense systems! Now! Reload fission bomb launchers and fire at will."

Point-defense Hard Beam banks focus on the incoming torpedoes, and fire, destroying a good number. The sensor ghosting confuses tracking and targetting solutions. Some manage to hit the war-carrier Shuuta.

"Commander! Shuuta reports impacts on her launch bay 3. Fire has broken out."

"Damage control on that ship. Have corvettes cover her, and order her to fall back."

"New incoming, Sir! Torpedoe of unknown make!"

Get some anti-projectile batteries on it. Fire at will."
18-05-2004, 23:18
"Theyre firing hell at us sir!"

"Change the shield to absorb NOW!, and abandon the outer frigates, they can take the energy"

"Yes sir, the Vortex generators report they are online"

"Fire them then man!"

"Yes sir, i shall also maintain fire of the Halcyon Cannon"

"Do so, and be god damn careful with the shield absorption, and make sure the frigates that take the energy are abandoned!"

"Yes sir, firing all ordinance in fleet wall now."

OOC: Vortex generators.. basically.. a twister in space.. but the twister is aimed, and is made of energy, very devestating.
Five Civilized Nations
19-05-2004, 14:59
CNWS-1982 Essex--Entering Proteus Orbit

THe Five Civilized Nations Salamis Class Cruiser, the Essex exited hyperspace, five minutes ahead of schedule, and reentered realspace, its powerful hyperdrive shutting down and its standard drives reactivating. Swiftly, the drives brought the Essex into a high parabolic orbit, allowing the vessel to slowly orbit the planet, but maintaining its distance from any ground-based planetary defense weaponry.

Captain Yang Wei sat quietly aboard the bridge as he surveyed the intense space battel occurring in front of him. "What the hell is going on," muttered Yang Wei quietly to himself. The executive officer, Commander Roger Epson gazed quietly at his controls.

Resolving himself to action, Yang Wei said, "Scanners, have you identified the source of the distress signal?"

"Yes sir," replied the ScanOp Officer, "It appears that the signal came from a communications facility on the planet itself, but its been destroyed..."

"Damn't," cursed Yang Wei. Turning to his Navigation Officer, Yang Wei asked, "Where the hell are we?"

"Its off our charts, sir... But our charts are limited, considering the navy's exploration corps was disbanded three years ago..." replied the officer, "But I've been using some of the Xanthalian and Klonorian charts. This planet is called Proteus, I believe, originally uninhabited during the original Xanthalian survey, but now inhabited by some strange nation..."

Suddenly, the ScanOps Officer called out, "Sir, I've identified some of the warships as Jitanese... Scanners are also reporting Sakkran warships, but with no transponder signals..."

"What!?!" said Yang Wei incredulously. Turning to his Communications Officer, Yang Wei ordered, "Open a hailing channel with every single warship in sight."

"Aye sir..."

OOC: Specifications on the Salamis

Salamis Class Cruiser

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/z/dogosgear.jpg

Class: Salamis
Ships of the line: Salamis, Normandy, Oberth, Prometheus, Goddard, Ajax, Enterprise, Ranger, Essex, Shokaku, Zuikaku, Akagi, Kaga, Tirpitz, Phalanx, Megaroad, Northampton, Dominance, Alberta, Caesar, Absolute, Guangzhou, Louyang
Unit type: Cruiser
Manufacturer: Crusade Naval Yards
Operator: 5CN Combined Navy and other Miscellaneous Forces
First deployment: April 19, 2004
Dimensions: overall length 593 meters; overall width 85 meters;
overall height 52.5 meters
Weight: 81,900 tons
Propulsion: 1 x fusion engine, Minovsky drive system, laser rocket system
Fixed armaments: 1 x 2-barrel main gun; 2 x 2-barrel secondary gun; 5 x anti-aircraft 2-barrel laser gun; 2 x large missile launcher; 2 x mega particle gun; 1 x HyperNova Class Missile System
Mobile suits: 3
Fighters: 6
Launch catapults: 1
Price: US$65 billion
19-05-2004, 19:59
"Sir, incoming transmission! We dont know who it is.."

"Just transmit the following!"

"Yes sir"

"Proteus, under attack from unknown ships, Other unknown ships aiding us, requesting aid!"

"Transmitted sir"
19-05-2004, 19:59
Five Civilized Nations
19-05-2004, 20:22
Suddenly, a message is recieved by the Salamis.

Proteus, under attack from unknown ships, Other unknown ships aiding us, requesting aid!

"What the hell," blurted out the executive officer, as the bridge listened to the message.

Yang Wei quickly sized up the situation and turned to his ScanOp Officer. "Lieutenant, identify the warship that sent that message and check for any vessels attacking it."

A moment later, a reply came back, "Captain, the warship that sent the message is one big-ass battleship. Its attackers appear to be Sakkran warships... They've no transponder signals..."

"Forget that," Yang Wei said, "They're either deserters or assholes who've stolen Sakkran warships..."

Taking command, Yang Wei began to issue orders. "Helmsman, full speed ahead. Gunnery, power up all guns. Shields at full. Target the nearest Sakkran warship with a HyperNova Missile Barrage."

A minute later, the Salamis shuddered as a fusillade of twenty-five hundred micro-missiles were launched from the HyperNova Honeycomb Missile System and headed towards the biggest Sakkran warship, while the Salamis plunged into the fray, its guns blazing...
Sakkra
19-05-2004, 22:12
"Admiral! Hyper-spatial signature being registered on sensors. New incoming ship contact of unknown make."

The Admiral is most displeased at this. "1st mate! I thought you told me this system was obscure and out of the way!?"

The 1st mate approaches the Admiral, head held low. "It is, sir! I don't under...."

"You were WRONG! This is a Pits-damned major thouroughfare from the looks of it! Well discuss this error at your execution! Guards, take the once-first mate and throw him in the Tank." The 1st mate is grabbed, despite his protests, and hauled off. "Signal all ships....."

"Admiral! The new contact is firing on Task Force Zeta!" The screen shows the task-force, as multiple salvos of mini-missiles strike a wounded war carrier, and rend it into small fragments. The crew spills into space, thrashing for a moment before they implode in a spray of frozen entrails.

"That does it. This is going to take years to recoup as it is. No planet is worth this loss of resources. Helm, bring us about. Comms Officer, signal the fleet."

"Orders, Admiral!"

"Conduct emergency spin-up on sub-space drives. We're getting out of here, but not without leaving a little present."

The comm officer looks quizzically for a moment at the Admiral. "Sir...."

The Admiral looks on the screen at the planet, and all the fighting ships. "Hrrrmmmm....the humans long ago had a saying. Salt the Earth of your Enemies." He looks directly at the comm officer. "Salt the earth is the order."

"Aye, sir!" The comm officer turns and gives the order.

Immediately all fighters and gunships return to their carriers as all warcraft regroup and come about to face empty space, firing point defense weaponry as they do so.

From each task force, hundreds of fission bombs are deployed to drift in space like a minefield. They tumble slowly towards Proteus, waiting for anything to come into range.

Scores of Brilliant Pebbles (http://www.5amfunnies.com/sakkra/space/space4.html) anti-warship drone missiles are also left behind as the fleets retreat at full speed. The Brilliant Pebbles are loaded with neutron warheads.

The sub-space generators spin up to power, and open a rip in space, which warship after warship sinks into ten by ten. The hole closes up behind them, leaving their present for the interloping ships to deal with.
Five Civilized Nations
20-05-2004, 03:40
Although the Salamis slowed down, its inertia allowed it to continue floating through space, unluckily straight into the midst of the anti-warship drones. Over a hundred neutron bombs slammed into the Salamis, badly damaging it and scrambling much of the vessel's communications and its scanners. Its efficient and powerful fusion core immediately shut down to prevent a full meltdown. The Salamis stopped, relying upon its auxiliary power to keep it alive.

Captain Yang Wei silently cursed as the ship suddenly shut down, the emergency lights blinking on. Straightening himself, he ordered, "Op Officer, get me a reading on the damage done by those drones."

The Operations Officer swiftly began to read out the damage report. "We have lost hull integrity in at least one dozen places, due to the kinetic actions of the drones... Crew members have begun plugging the breaches. Engineering reports that the fusion core is down. Restart will take fifteen minutes. Weapons reports that everything except the beam and laser weaponry are operational... Scanners and Communications are down and we're dead in the water..."

"God damn't..."
20-05-2004, 08:17
"Dear Lord!"

"Can we do ANYTHING?"

"Short of plowing into the bombs and mines, probably blowing the fleets to bits but destroying most of them.. no"

"Right, thank you for the input, evacuate the fleet, and plot an auto course straight into all of those things"

"Are you sure sir?"

"DO IT!"

"Yes sir.."

OOC: over to you.. lol
Jitano
20-05-2004, 15:36
OOC: sorry i was off yesterday, computer troubles

IC: the MD torpedo sped at the enemy fleet, the Diamond boron coating deflecting most of the shots, it struck one of the pebbles, and stopped, for a moment, then in a flash of brilliant white light, the little projectile detonated and disintegrated the bomb and everything around it for 200 metres, but there were still so many more...
" Admiral, this is Captain Hestolk, I have ordered the evacuation of my damaged ships, those weapons are going to destroy that planet, these two ships are solely under my control and the control of a few loyal unafraid officers."
" What are you planning captain?" the admiral asked unsteadily
"Sir, you must get the other ships to a safe distance, I will set for full flank ramming speed and take as many of those things with me as I can, I would ask admiral, that you relay the message I am transmitting now, to my family sir." a message disc appeared on the transmission console before the Admiral
"I'll see to it captain, you and your men will receive the Military high cross for this." he said, his voice choked with emotion
"Posthumously Admiral, see that mine is delivered to my eldest, farewell Admiral, it's been a pleasure." the transmission cut off
" Prepare the rest of the fleet, full retreat, microjump to designated retreat coordinates, engage!" the admiral said, the fleet shimmered and jumped into hyperspace, as the two listing vessels jumped in realspace at the mines floating through space, igniting the heavens with fire undimmed in the cold blackness of space...
21-05-2004, 08:17
OOC: Bump?
Five Civilized Nations
24-05-2004, 15:07
(OOC: My vessel is basically "dead in the water" or "dead in space")