The Coreelan Gloria
11-08-2004, 08:39
(ARGH! this wasn't supposed to be posted...please ignore this thread until it is completed)
OOC: Before this gets underway, I'd just like to note a couple of things. One: This nation is a puppet of the Allied States of the Lowland Clans, and I do tend to know what I am doing. Two, this RP will have a rather linear storyline that can be 'bent' or 'broken,' depending on the RPing done. And Three, this nation will represent the remnant of an advanced alien race that controlled nearly half of it's home galaxy, and probably won't be RPed outside of this RP, so please no OMFG, g0dm00d3r! F00king N00B! Also, two more things. First is that if you participate in this event, you must recognize any effect it has on your empire. Failiure to do so will result in your essential boot from the RP. Second and last, this RP will involve eventually a motherload of ships, so be prepared. Now, onto the main event!
Location: Coreela Prime, Unknown Galaxy
Time: 40,000 years ago
<Bring us about, bearing zero full ahead, contact the rest of the fleet and advise that the Machine fleet has dropped out of jumpspace at edge of Coreelan system.>
<Yes, sir. Bringing us about. Machine fleet onscreen>
The screen flickered on and revealed the massive Machine fleet that lay ready to assault the main system, the last of the once mighty Gloria. The captain of the CGS Layran, a Hand of Khyran dreadnought, stared out into the mass of gray ships.
<Ops, how many ships are we looking at?> asked the captain, sounding increasingly desparate. The Coreelan at ops reached out, feeling each of the machine ships through the sensors. His body-cloud shrank in fear as his quivering voice resounded throughout the bridge: <Over 100,000 capital ships; a million plus fighters. I'm currently looking at 10 motherships...and a new class I've never seen before.> The captain ordered it put up on screen. The crew murmured in amazement as the massive ship appeared on screen. <Ttttactical? Analysis...> stuttered the captain.
<A thousand kilometers in length, over three hundred
OOC: Before this gets underway, I'd just like to note a couple of things. One: This nation is a puppet of the Allied States of the Lowland Clans, and I do tend to know what I am doing. Two, this RP will have a rather linear storyline that can be 'bent' or 'broken,' depending on the RPing done. And Three, this nation will represent the remnant of an advanced alien race that controlled nearly half of it's home galaxy, and probably won't be RPed outside of this RP, so please no OMFG, g0dm00d3r! F00king N00B! Also, two more things. First is that if you participate in this event, you must recognize any effect it has on your empire. Failiure to do so will result in your essential boot from the RP. Second and last, this RP will involve eventually a motherload of ships, so be prepared. Now, onto the main event!
Location: Coreela Prime, Unknown Galaxy
Time: 40,000 years ago
<Bring us about, bearing zero full ahead, contact the rest of the fleet and advise that the Machine fleet has dropped out of jumpspace at edge of Coreelan system.>
<Yes, sir. Bringing us about. Machine fleet onscreen>
The screen flickered on and revealed the massive Machine fleet that lay ready to assault the main system, the last of the once mighty Gloria. The captain of the CGS Layran, a Hand of Khyran dreadnought, stared out into the mass of gray ships.
<Ops, how many ships are we looking at?> asked the captain, sounding increasingly desparate. The Coreelan at ops reached out, feeling each of the machine ships through the sensors. His body-cloud shrank in fear as his quivering voice resounded throughout the bridge: <Over 100,000 capital ships; a million plus fighters. I'm currently looking at 10 motherships...and a new class I've never seen before.> The captain ordered it put up on screen. The crew murmured in amazement as the massive ship appeared on screen. <Ttttactical? Analysis...> stuttered the captain.
<A thousand kilometers in length, over three hundred