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Unknown Vessel, Fringes of TFU Space, Nearing Border Outpost

The ship creaked with its age, its scars clearly displayed on its interior and exterior, potholes and scorch marks, blood and plasma, this was a Pirate vessel, leading 5 more vessels behind it, them too showing their battle scars, displaying them with pride.

"Everything is proceeding as i have for-seen, mi'lady, but i am not entirely sure this ragged fleet of Mercenaries is enough"

"You challenge my judgement?"

"No of course not mi'lady!"

"Good, i would.. dislike having to.. punish you"

"What are the final orders"

"Harass the border outpost, and destroy all the Colonial supply shipping into the TFU colonies, Arenumbergian forces are spread thin and need time to prepare, you have been fitted with our technology, and you have the best mercenaries we could find, do not fail me, or i will show you a fate worse than death"

"Of course mi'lady, but wont the parli.."

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CHALLENGE MY JUDGEMENT, NOW DO WHAT I HAVE ORDERED!"

The Man flinched at the womans sudden outburst, her anger radiating through the communication channel.
"Yes, of course, Typheris out"

The comm channel flickered and died, the mercenary ships powered up, and headed for their targets.


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Sypheria IV, Forward Confederate Military Command Station.

General Arthenis stood in the large hall of the command structure, persons busied themselves with tasks all around him along the large computerised walls, displays showed planetary subjugations, orbital bombardments, space battles, everything. The Queen's forces were faltering, Whilst the Confederate forces grew in strength. The generals thoughts were broken by a message from one of the Lieutenants.

"General, Lady Orthenia congratulates your success in the Selkath zones, and the complete victory over Bastillion station"

"What does the lady order, Lieutenant?" Arthenis asked

"The.. mercenary plan is proceeding, you need to gather all spare forces for a strike into the TFU as soon as the colonial shipping begins to falter" The Lieutenant answered.

"And Veledine? how does the siege of the capital and the queen herself proceed?" The General inquired

"The Capital itself is falling into our grasp, it wont be long, Lady Orthenia has enabled all spare resources, and is giving them to you for the attack, after the almost bloodless victory at bastillion, we have been producing ships at a mighty fast rate, and they should reinforce our.. "rebellion" and our ideals." The Lieutenant answered again.

"I will plan the attack, dismissed" Arthenis Replied

"Oh, and Lady Orthenia Promotes you, straight to Commander in Chief of Confederate Forces." The lieutenant said

"Thank her for me, now, i must go and plan this.. crusade" Arthenis said

"Yes sir." The lieutenant replied, before he turned, and left for his other duties.

The new Commander in chief walked forward into his office, and began planning something that could change the quadrant for better, or for far worse.

Meanwile at the Poseidon 4 system trading post :

The post commander looked at the reports of increased shipping from the delta quadrant of supplies food and parts. he said to a room of tired yet semi attentive listeners " well people we are going to get a hell of a lot more traffic though here come the next day The Alliance government is building new colony’s in the delta quadrant witch means more things flow though here and we make money"
Francisco mean wile (the stations Chief of trade) was sitting at a table in the far back room reading some reports on the matter he walked up after the speaker was done and said "well i guess ill be putting in a lot more hours than usual "
The commander replayed "yep you will be and i want your men ready and trained ... and up to the task of tending to the freighters ... last thing we need is a grumpy costumer I have to go to the surface for a wile could you take care of things here ?" Francisco said to the commander " they’ll be ready you can count on me and sure ill take care of things up here what possibly could go wrong ? "
the commander smiled a bit and walked off to the transporter room

Francisco Walked over to the directors office and sat at his desk leaning back.

mean wile the freighters a at the station were docking and un docking carrying numerous supplies convoys were arriving from all over the place----

Typheris sent the orders, communication silence, perfect timing, the ships slid closer to their target, slowly slowing, pulling back into realspace.

The ships formed into a echelon, coming closer, and closer.

The computer systems worked in unison, communication silence between the crew, but not the computers, they said the timing was right.

The ships targeted frieghters, and numerous points on the station.

The Station could see them now, but it was all too late, the ships opened fire, armed with the latest the Arenumbergian military yards had produced, packing the punch of a small battleship into each of the pirate cruisers.

Torpedoes smashing into freighters, Beams cutting station and ship, hell, and once this raid had been finished, the pirates would slip away, and attack the next convoy to dare attempt passage.

The out post was completely shattered the station was a flaming wreck freighters carrying goods civilians and children were destroyed in a last ditch attempt before the out post exploded in a showing of blue light a distress call was sent to the nearest ship the TAS Exeter en route to do a patrol The Exeter Received the single the captain said “what in the hell dear god helm set a Crouse for Poseidon 4 maxim warp! “ The helms men did as the captain ordered the Exlsior class Exeter arrived a few moments later to find tattered remains flaming peace of metal ship parts clumps of gray matter and a large chunk of the out post flaming

OOC:Now would be a good time to get involved.. hey civil war here,always good!

Can you say OW!!!....Jesus...Remind me to heighten my Alert Status...LOL...Ain't no fucking Pirates or anything getting by without an inspection....

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*tag*

The Exeter blipped up on the computers, the targetting systems working once again in unison, the Exeter wouldnt be easy but it would have to be done to allow the pirates to harrass the shipping.

"Target the nacelles and the sensor systems, get them blind, then we can pound them untill they surrender, leave, or die.. however, if we dont do this right it could be us floating in space" The order came

"Yes sir" the unified response

The pirates closed in for their kill..

On the Exter the ops officer was detecting the ships on sencors he said "Captian Sir were detecting enmmy ships incomeing on sensors ! "
the captian replyed "Red aler atll had battle stations"
Tactical excuted the orders he was given with imdeat haste the captian said " target them with full phasers and torpedos ... manuver around them"
Hlem and tactical did as they were told the Exter with all haste moved over and began cerciling the priate ships the captian gave the other to fire and the exter let out stream of Powerfull Orage /Red light blue , quntum and red plasma torpedos (fluxed) 5 constuios beames homed in on the enmym ships torpedos wossing at brake neck speeds (FTL) towrds the ships the exter manuvering around up down side to side at full speed all around the ships fireing its wepondry Then the captian orderd the plasma lances to be fired the ship targeted 2 of the pirate vessals an d fired a large green burst of powerfull engry at them ---

*Tag* This may actually give me a legitimate reason for war! Keep it up. :) I may not even have to bring out my big justification if this keeps going strong! :D

Skeelzot City, Planet Solomon, Spoot System, Skeelzanian Principality

The Grand Prince marched down the passage, his footsteps echoing off the corridor walls and his guards trying to keep up. He was deep within the Fortress now, the sounds of Skeelzot City replaced with the low whine of air conditioning. He stopped abruptly, allowing the two FS Guardsmen to catch up. Ignoring their protests that he shouldn't get ahead of his protection, the Prince keyed in his code, the door opened silently, allowing him to enter the War Room. The autocrier boomed out, "All rise for Vladimir Skeelzot, first of his name, and Grand Prince of the Imperial Principality of Skeelzania."

All around the central table chairs screeched back, men jumping to their feet and saluting. Vladimir curtly returned the salute and took his seat, followed quickly by the others. "Good, glad we have gotten those formalities out of the way. Admiral, what is the situation?"

Grand Admiral Van Cleef, on the Prince's left, shifted in his seat. "To be frank, my lord, Arenumberg is in chaos. As you know all contact was lost with them over a decade ago. Originally we thought this due to stellar interference, though now we know the real cause: My lord, the Dominion of Arenumberg is in a Civil War, and a bad one."

Vladimir's eyes narrowed. "How bad, Admiral?"

"There are two distinct factions. The Royalists, headed by the Queen, and the Confederates who we have little information on. In short, the Confederates are winning. Their capital is under siege, the Queen barricaded in her palace, and the bulk of the shipyards and industry in rebel hands. It is my opinion that the collapse of the Royalist Government is imminent."

"Well, that is certainly interesting and worth exploiting."

The Grand Admiral coughed, his face looking disturbed. "Well, that is the problem my lord. Although your father witdrew Skeelzania from the New Aranamor Alliance, we are still technically allied to Arenumberg through the ESUS. It will look bad to say the least if it is discovered that we activitely participated in the downfall of a member government."

Vladimir scowled, though thought it better not to spit on the floor in disgust. "Despite his best intentions, my father certainly had a way of bungling diplomacy. If things had gone right, we would of been able to attack the Arenumberg without fear of gnomish intervention. Oh well. What would you advise Admiral?"

"My lord, I would suggest intervening on the behalf of the Royalist Government. It will look good in the ESUS, and allow us to demonstrate our capablities."

Farther down the table an Army officer squirmed. "Is that wise, Admiral? You yourself said most of the industry is in rebel hands, and most likely so are the ships. Wouldn't it be safer to dispatch the Far Tortugans? We could use them to snatch up a few choice worlds."

Van Cleef glared at the General. "The bulk of Far Tortuga's strength is in the Raumreich sector, fighting for the Verniians. The rest are unreliable. My Prince, if we are going to intervene it must be with the full might of Skeelzania, and not a few paltry mercenaries."

For a long time, the Prince remained silent, his hands clasped in thought. Slowly, he reached forward, pressing a single button on a control panel. In the air over the table a 3-D map sprung up, showing the Arenumberg-Skeelzanian border. "I must agree with you Admiral. Skeelzania will not stand by as rebellion sweeps the Quadrant. I hereby charge you with command of the 12th Cruiser Flotilla, with the Typhon as your flag. Your initial goal will be to cut a path through rebel-held space to their capital. Once that is achieved, we will begin ground operations in an attempt to liberate the Royal Palace. I want a complete plan of operation by 0600 hours. You are dismissed."

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"Engines check. Retros, check. All systems are go, Admiral."

Van Cleef stood braced on the Typhon's bridge, his eyes looking down into the control pit. "Status of the Flotilla?"

"All ships are reporting "go", Admiral."

"Very well ensign. Signal the fleet to form at 21.24.00 relative for jump. Helm, take us out of dock." Hundreds of meters away, the forward retros burned to life, slowly pushing the massive Grand Cruiser away from its berth at Gideon Station. To the left and right, smaller cruisers of the Nidhogg class did the same. Once clear of the base, the engines proper took over, taking the 15 ships away from Solomon. "21,24,00 relative reached, Admiral."

"Excellent. Take us into warp." Free of the planet's gravity well, the ships hyperdrive took over, hurtling the cruisers through warpspace. They would emerge shortly at the Arenumbergian capital system, baring any unforseen interdiction. Not that this bothered Van Cleef any. He was confidant his ships and crews could handle anything the rebels threw at them.

The pirate vessels hit hard by the plasma lances buckled and exploded, the shields not able to protect such a aged hull, however, the remaning 3 were the stronger, holding out against the Exeter, and powering up and firing all of their weapons at the sensor hub of the Exeter.

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Veledine System: Arenumbergian Capital System

On the bridge of a confederate battleship, Admiral Damsul, a man who had seen most of the conflicts of recent, and deciding that Arenumberg needed new leadership, defecting in the early days of the rebellion.
Admiral Damsul's features were harsh, and he was tall as was his race.
And he was here to fight. The fight had been going on for a long time.. 100 Million dead... but he had to end this.

"Fire!"

The Battleships began their pounding fire of cannon at the planet surface, decimating the Island of Saxony on the surface in a few swift barrages. A Squadron of royalist fighters caught itself in the crossfire exploding and crashing into a limping royalist destroyer, causing chaos in the broken royalist fleet.

"Are the land forces on the island of New Prussia acting succesfully in securing it?" Admiral Damsul asked

"Yes sir, forces are acting adequately, however, Royalist forces have retaken the island of New Hamburg" a officer replied

"Damn those royalists.. And the AAS Breseldenberg herself? She was captured at Bastillion i beleive.. soon to be ACS! When will she be arriving?" Damsul inquired

"Should be here any moment now.. she is undergoing a last re-test of her shielding systems before she uses her new experimental drives, but, even if they fail she can be here in 5 minutes using the good old fashioned worm hole." The officer replied

"Good.. continue bombardment of military installations, and get the fleet in orbit!" Damsul ordered

"Yes sir! .. Uh sir we have contacts on long range sensors.. oh sir.. they are recognised, very well" The officer said

"Who?" Damsul asked.

"Skeelzania.." The officer answered.

"I hope they know that inhibitors surround this area, one thing we can thank the royalists for.." Damsul said.

"I dont think they do.." The officer replied

"Dispatch the ACS Uhlan and its task force, stall them at the inhibitor field untill the ACS Breseldenberg arrives." Damsul ordered

"Yes sir!" The officer replied, and went to do his work.


OOC: ACS Uhlan is a Endurance Class Battleship, its task force has 2 Huang Class Battleship's, 3 Saxony Class Cruisers, 2 Akinta Class Destroyers, 4 Polaris Frigates, and a Cobra Class Super-Carrier.

The Exters sheilds were hit the ship shook the captian orderd for the ship to be manuverd behind the fireing enmmy vesssals after the exter moved it fired all it wepons blue streeks of ASQM'S Quntum torpedos phaseres plasma lances and tranphaisc torpedos all homed in on the last 3 enmmy ships

Damge : 15 % To sheilds
2 % to armour

We at -Noir- wish to pledge our support to the The Federal Union in this war against these rogue pirates, who threaten the peace of this small portion of the universe.

We declare that all -Noir- and UMN affiliated outposts be open to all TFU vessels and their personnel for repairs, maintenance, and medical aid.


OOC: TFU...No offense but please spell-check your posts...or correct them afterwards...

Al-Imvadjah promises to be very oppertunistic. We will provide security for any colonies that want it, as long as they announce their allegiance to Al-Imvadjah. Pirates are no match for us, all trade and convoys involving the colonies thaat ask for our protection will be safe.

One minute Van Cleef had been in his cabin, waiting out the duration of the warpjump. The next thing he knew, re-entry klaxons were sounding as the ship gave a noticeable lurch. Rushing to the bridge he arrived just in time to see the vidscreens flicker back to life, the warp shielding blocking their view dropped. An orderly rushed up from the Pit, readout gripped in his hand. "My lord! We are in the Veledine System, but appear to have struck some sort of Inhibitor Field. We're still waiting for sensor report."

Van Cleef snatched the readout from the orderly, quickly scanning it. They had indeed struck some sort of FTLi field, one previously unknown to Skeelzanian Intelligence. Arenumberg tended to favor minefields over inhibitor fields. "Very well. Comms, all ships are to go to high alert status. I want all weapons online ASAP. We will proceed to the capital on Fusion Drive." Another alarm screamed overhead as the sensors reported contacts. Not waiting for the tactical readout, Van Cleef ordered them on screen.

"13 inbound ships! Arenumbergian in construction," yelled out the sensor officer. "Not giving any known Dominion IFF code. Approaching on an intercept vector, no word on their weapon status-"

"To hell with what their weapons are doing, worry about our own! All ships, target the lead battleship and prepare to fire on my orders. Fire one salvo, then all ahead full. We'll punch through the fleet. Comms, send them one, I repeat one message calling for them to identify themselves."

OCC: The stats for all these ships, both Typhon and the Nidhoggs is in my factbook, second to last post. As stated earlier, there are 14 Nidhoggs and the one Typhon.

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Far above the system plane a single ship appeared in a flare of light and began to cruise 'down' towards the star as her sensor arrays began to sweep the system. She was an explorer, SDF Thames to be exact, and on the bridge her crew were already looking over the early results of the sweep.

"G series star - looks like four planetary bodies going from gravity wells. I'm seeing some anomalous readings on gravetics from the second world..."

Captain York perked up at this. In his experience unknown anomalies were the best kind. It gave him an excuse to get away from the endless drudgery of surveying planetary systems.

"Taking a closer look?"

"Taking a closer look Captain..."

Another sweep of the world was done with the more precise primary array and the results put through an II for analysis. In the mean time the crew continued with their survey.

"Cross-data confirms two moons around the alpha planet - rocky body, two k in diameter... Still checking data on beta... gamma looks to be gaseous with multiple moons. Twenty so far."

"Saturn style then?" the ensign at the helm piped up.

"That's right. I've got enough disturbance to guess at a ring system as well. You wanna cross check the visuals when they come in?"

"Sure - pipe it through."

In short order communications was looking at the fourth world, and tactical was sweeping the whole system for any asteroid belts. The captain however was focused on beta and whatever was causing the anomalous readings. That was the thing - gravetic readings were near instant but visual confirmation would take minutes.

"Anything recieved on Comms?"

"Nothing yet - if there is someone there they are not using radio. I am getting some static though. Might be something pumping out a lot of EM band radiation."

"Helm - alter the course to beta and let's take a closer look. Three-quarters acceleration."

"Aye Sir."

OOC: This would be in Posideon 4.