NationStates Jolt Archive

It has begun.

Over Mars (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_Planet_Mars/index.php?showtopic=312&st=0), the ships burned. Over Mars, the sky burned. On Mars, the ice melted, providing the carbonized wrecks that were once men a watery grave.

We give them every chance... The Gestalt sighs. It was made clear to them they were not welcome. They were asked to leave. They were threatened to leave. But no threat is valid if it is not backed up, if it is not promise... and S.H.O.D.A.N., guardian of the mechanoid peoples of Zero-One, would not be accused of bluffing.

They speak of international law when it suits them. They deny real authority when it suits them. This will not do. The heavy cruiser Thevenin Equivalent had made a promise; it was rebuffed; it kept its promise as closely as its solemn vow to defend the Queendom. And now bodies burned above the red planet.

And it will not be enough. They will not cry surrender, they will resist. And for that they must be ground to dust, to never be a threat again. Not genocide--such things are messy and inefficient. No, order dictates precision. Judgement. Exactly what the opposition lacks.

So her mind reaches out to the most qualified mind of the Armed Conflict Forces, flag of the Earth Theatre Fleet. White I.C.E. was one of the first minds of the nascent QACF. It was at 010 during the GovMindNet rampancy incident. It was there again when Messiah went rampant. It was part of S-14SECZONE. It was the military history of Zero-One... and it acknowledges the signal from the ETF's failsafe point a million kilometers over the Earth.

It begins to speed up. It speeds up more. Its drives bend space to its will, along with the hundred and more ships it led. Ordinance slides quietly into breeches, autoloaders fill tubes, weapons run up to full power as it charges towards something coming just over the horizon.

And yet... there would be a final attempt at parlay.

<Communications to Allanean Space Station Gene Roddenberry>
{
<< This is the mind of White I.C.E., flag of the Earth Theatre Fleet. Surrender immediately and subject yourself to be boarded. Compliance will result in your safe return to your native land. Failure to comply will mean your death. You have three seconds to respond.
}

QACF/HCR White I.C.E.
Flag, QACF-ETF

And three seconds is all they would get--for after that, it would be three seconds to target at their engagement speeds, and the weapons would fly, and then more pain would come to a troubled world, but not for long.

Efficiency is the mechanoid way.

(OOC: No equipment purchased after the date of this post will be considered valid.)

Message from Commander of the Gene Roddenberry to the Zero One Commander

Dear Sir!
Please read the inscription on the side of the Gene Roddenberry and proceed to act on it.

Yours, with love, Nikolay Johnson, Colonel, Allanean Stellar Navy


Immediately, 100 Wave Class Corvettes, 20 Ann Coulter Class Fighters, and 2 Kolob class fighters started making their way towards the enemy fleet.


OOC: Listing of Allanea's space weapons:

Most of it is here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=1026&view=findpost&p=900774)

but 2 more ship are also here.
Here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=328&view=findpost&p=977058)

OOC: I like the Biblical reference. [Daniel 5:25]

2 starships are deployed below marsto moniter the situation. If need be more mill be called.

We will be monitoring the situation on Mars and any further attacks on our fellow human settlers on this hostile planet.

God bless

Slowly in space a satilite turned, observing.

OOC: TAG

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Mars Orbit
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A Knootian taskforce made up of sunset-built cruisers arrived swiftly in the Martian scene, but instead of acting on this situation it passed the station and took up a position above the pole where Allanean forces were already engaging Knootian friends.

(#tag)

<< Good luck with that. You will find us ill-suited to copulate with.

Having reached engagment speed, the high-distort drives turn off, and the fleet lets loose a salvo directed in its entirety at the station. Thousands of naval grade cannon and beam weapons lance out towards the station, thousands upon thousand of hundred kilogram shells and hundreds of dense sabot-like kinetic mines. Space battle is not pretty, for beams do not light up the void; the hyperkinetics move too quickly to glitter in the light; it is to fire here and explode elsewhere.

Over a hundred ships, each offloading about ten tons of ordinance each. Followed by the appearance of another fleet appearing from ninety degrees difference over the horizon, the Mobile Reaction Fleet Two. This fleet also unloads its ten thousand tons of munitions going an appreciable fraction of the speed of light. The hundreds of megatons his yields can destroy nations. For a station... it simply remains to be seen what magic comes up to save it.

After firing, the ships curve up in large circles, turrets tracking and continuing to fire, never ceasing in their assault. After flying a loop, they discharge another full salvo, then another if necessary. The station is large and it is slow, hitting it should not be a problem for creatures that manipulate data many thousands of times faster than three pounds of meat ever could wish to.

Space has its threats. When one enters it, one cannot simply hope to challenge every established power, for those powers exist for a reason. Belligerence breeds trouble... and now the trouble is born. It would not last long--it would not have to.

Immediately, 100 Wave Class Corvettes, 20 Ann Coulter Class Fighters, and 2 Kolob class fighters started making their way towards the enemy fleet.
(OOC: Sorry, your Kolobs--both of them--are currently engaged over Mars, which this is not. Your corvettes and fighters are recognized--consider them currently being swarmed by 15,550 fighters.)

OOC: re-read my ship lists. 2 different Kolobs. Listed in a different link.
Oh, and you owe me lots of losses.

IC: The impact tore off a large section of the Roddenberry, sending the remnants of semi-completed warships into space. Seconds before the ship lost control entirely, the Colonel pushed a small red button.

"Ten seconds to self-destruction"

The Allanean ships in the meanwhile rained fire on the oncoming enemy.

They were outnumbered, but they had lots of guns, and they were using them.

"five second to self-destruction"

And another enemy fighter turned into a wisp of smoke.

"Self-destroying, now."

And then, the 8 oversized reactors of the Rodenberry blew up.

The capital ships, attacking the station from range, appreciate the delicate silence of the exploding station--enagement range of tens of thousands of kilometers makes any self destruction essentially meaningless. A few destroyers and a frigate take critical hits from the weapons and blossom out, but that leaves over two hundred left... and as the fire is being scattered across them, none of the remnants take anything worth worrying about too much. They simply divert their attentions, concentrating the fire of a hundred ships on each of the utterly obsolete carriers.

The thousands of fighters, swarming the corvettes and fighters, are not close enough to the station to care if it goes up... unless, of course, those self-same corvettes and fighters are close enough to care.

While the sacrifice is noted, it is generally measured by the fleet-minds as "illogical" at best.

(OOC: Oh, I do, eh? I guess you missed the annihilation of my ground force... then again, as your ships are currently in a 230-on-3 clusterfrag I suppose you don't owe me any losses whatsoever... anyway, rest assured that you are taking out drone fighters in droves... but there are still many many many of those.

Capital ships can shrug off tank cannon, your particle weapons are hideously outdated and generally lacking compared to seventh-plus generation technology. Imagine, say, the USS Monitor of the American Civil War and put it up against a fully-equipped 1990-era Iowa. That's approximately equivalent.)

The combat burned space near Earth, an everyday violence in these troubled times. But it was not everyday when vessels of the QACF engaged anyone.

Of course, Fleet Admiral Anson Farragut knew of the battle over Mars, and while those ships might be his most experienced, in terms of combat time, their combined firepower was hardly anything compared to the Federation First Fleet, which outnumbered even the QACF vessels currently in combat above the cool green hills and sapphire skies of the human motherworld.

It was hardly conceivable that the Allaneans would win, in fact, impossible, despite the way the sensors indicated their mere presence, especially in combat, seemed to slightly distort reality, but Farragut was a sure thing player when he could be.

"Comms, get me the White I.C.E. and offer our assistance if they would like it. Plagues like the Allaneans have to be stamped out early."

OOC: Yes, with the combined force of all those reactor going up, my ships are close enough to 'care' (or to be toast), and so are yours.
Besides, I posted BEFORE knowing about the elimination of your ground forces.

The little space superiority fighters vaporize quite nicely with their Allanean counterparts. The capital ships, more intelligent than they are often given credit for, shrug off their sudden lack of fighter protection and quickly assemble in stationkeeping high over Allanea.

The assault begins. Using their lineguns, they drop hundred-kilogram canisters well exceeding escape velocity, kinetic strikes worth two kilotons apiece. The size of tactical nuclear weapons, certainly, but large enough for the purpose. The first targets are the missile silos, the air bases, the radar towers. Next, the deadly purpose shifts to infrastructure--every major arterial highway, every major railroad line, every portside dock, every bridge recieves not just one but five kinetic strikes each. Then to economic infrastructure--every factory, every oil well, every power plant recieves its share of kinetic death. Given that the time-to-target is well under a tenth of a second, the potential for interception is... slim.

Concurrently, larger pods are discharged from the carriers; they burst open in the atmosphere and release millions upon millions of locusts... special locusts. Their jeweled carapaces glitter in the light as they settle to the fields of the only plant they are engineered to consider as food--hemp. These locusts are all neuter, so they shall live and feed for their lifespan of two weeks, and then die, their jeweled carapaces resistant to toxins and chemicals. The most efficient way for them to die is by fire, and that serves just as well in their purpose.

"In other news: Knootian Recreational Drug stock up 13% as Allanean crop destroyed. Bonifatius corporation announces an increased profit expectation due to higher prices."
~KNN response, the day after.

The Belemian sattelites that provided most of Allanea's defense from such things, could not deflect this kind of attack. Not at full efficency, at least. Sure, they shot down 20 misisles or so - a small fraction.

Sure, the Allanean missile silos, protected from direct strategic strike, survived.

Still, several airbases were taken down. 2,500 Liberator class fighters were destroyed.

Then, with several flashes of fire the Allanean ships appear.

The Captain of the military Patriarch class dropship understood what was going on the minute he saw the nuclear explosions.

He aims his ship at one of the 01 vessels and rams it, full-speed. Several seconds later, Captain Nigel Thorpes of the Allanean Stellar Navy becomes a hero.

It was a general Menelmacari policy that Imperial citizens would be protected in the event that a country they were in suddenly found itself at war. Therefore, were it believed such a thing would happen, usually due to diplomatic failures or, more often, intelligence, 'need to know' information was automatically disseminated to Menelmacari embassies around the world, including the nature of the danger and assorted information on threat factors and the like. From each embassy, the data would be relayed to the globalcomms of every Menelmacari expatriate or tourist or businessperson or whatever in the country, as a free service the Empire provides to all its citizens living, working, or vacationing abroad. The bulletin generally also provided suggestions on what to do to keep safe long enough to get out of the country.

At the time of the QACF's surrender demand to Gene Roddenberry, the engagement over Mars had been ongoing for at least a couple of hours, and it was already a certainty in the minds of the folks at MISSION that Allanea would very soon be embroiled in fifty-three flavors of hostilities. Confirmation came in the form of notification from SHODAN that it would be wise for Menelmacari in Allanea to find cover, and quickly. Thusly, it was within a five minute span that all over Allanea, the two or three thousand Menelmacari nationals in the country received a call, glanced at their comms, and politely excused themselves from whatever company they were with. They then hurried to safer locations, most ideally the embassy and consulates themselves, staying off the main roads wherever possible. Arrangements would be made soon for several civilian gravships to make a special flight to various Allanean cities to evacuate the Menelmacari before the carnage spread further.

Thusly it was that the Menelmacari rode out the Queendom's storm.

Unfortunately, the Allanean ships at Mars are still at Mars due to FTL inhibitors or the patently unwise concept of jumping about in an atmosphere. Either way, they are not here.

Granted, aiming for the biggest ship seems like a good idea. One troop carrier, Data Bus, goes with the Patriarch. Combat effectiveness is not greatly lessened.

Those military sites that were not destroyed in the first strike are hit again. Massive naval energy weapons are swung into position there as the lineguns proceed to eliminate all vestiges of Allanean infrastructure. Bridges, fuel depots, pipelines... and then on to any government buildings larger than a city hall. Any vestige of the federal Allanean government will be swept away by repeated strikes. Additional pods of locusts are dropped; the only crops not targeted are simple grains. The Allaneans certainly will not starve, at least.

<< We will forever remain open to your surrender. You have the power to end this--simply use it.

OOC: There can be no such thing as a total FTL inhibibitor, since, in the NS world, many methods of FTL travel exist. Besides, one must at least mention turning it on.

IC: The Patriarch proceeds onwards, the weapons fire bouncing harmlessly of the Xanthal shields.

What are your conditions for surrender?

The relentless destruction of industrial infrastructure continues. All forms of centralized manufacturing, distribution centers, warehouses, all light up.

Allanea would be an agrarian society before the day is out.

<< We have but one term: Stay out of our way. This will be best achieved by staying out of space.

(OOC: The Patriarch has already rammed. Sorry 'bout that, but, as you said, your captain's a hero. A dead one, as usual. These FTL inhibitors pretty much prevent any form of hyperspace, warp drive, or Xanthalesque/Raysian technology. Again, too bad that you've selected something we specifically cover... and made it do something I know it can't. Not my problem. If you can suddenly raiuse shields... what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.)

We request a ceasefire, then

<< We do not do anything halfway. We request that you respect that and hold yourself to the same high standard.

Looking over the smouldering ruins that would have once allowed Allanea to lay claim to modern situation, the QACF once again switches its attention. Those gold treasuries, the pride of the Allanean economy... struck. Naval vessels at port and at sea... struck. Army and airbases, already destroyed and those few still puttering along yet smoking... struck again from a mixture of spite and the need to make certain. Telecommunications nodes... repeater towers... electricity transformers... struck.

All done with the quiet exactitude of an accountant crossing out lines from a ledger.

<< We expect you to immediately ground and permanently dismantle--with egregious amounts of explosives--all aerospace technology you currently possess. The ground is yours. The skies are denied to you.

<< If we see any Allanean national in space again, we will not be as forgiving as we are now.

The following is wired to the 01 ships.

The Port-Allanea Accord

1.The United States of Allanea will withdrew all it's assets on Mars up until a legal solution is drawn up in accordance with the Mangala Accords.

2.The USA will withdraw all government vessels from space for the next 10 years or until a different solution is drawn up in accordance with the Mangala accords.

3.The USA will be recompensated for the loss of it's non-space assets.

4.International aid packages will be forwarded into the USA to aid the millions of civilians - that surely bear no responsibility for the acts of their government.

The firing does not cease. Naval squadrons, army formations... anything of military value finds itself swallowing a few hundred kilogrms of pig iron going treble Terrestrial escape velocity.

[1.The United States of Allanea will withdrew all it's assets on Mars up until a legal solution is drawn up in accordance with the Mangala Accords.]
<< Denied for irrelevance. You have no more assets to withdraw.

[2.The USA will withdraw all government vessels from space for the next 10 years or until a different solution is drawn up in accordance with the Mangala accords.]
<< Denied for irrelevance. Neither your nation nor ours are signatories of the Mangala accods. This directly conflicts with our demand that Allanea forgo all space power to perpetuity.

[3.The USA will be recompensated for the loss of it's non-space assets.]
<< Denied flatly. We will not rebuild a country destroyed by its own arrogance.

[4.International aid packages will be forwarded into the USA to aid the millions of civilians - that surely bear no responsibility for the acts of their government.]
<< Denied flatly. You are a democracy, no? Those who claim power to the people also claim responsibility to the people; the two concepts cannot be separated. We are willing to provide support in grains and Iron Age farming implements; beyond that, it is the your responsibility that you survive, not ours.

The treasuries are bombed again while kilometers away, clouds of locusts swarm over hemp and leave corn, wheat, rice, and soy free. The oil fields are bombed again, as are the mines and, more importantly, the refineries. The barrage begins to slow simply because the number of available targets is dwindling so... and so federal government buildings are bombarded once again. Warehouses are bombed again. Assembly lines... bombed again. Truck depots... bombed until the big rigs are no more than tin foil. All automotive manufacturing... all factories of any type... utterly bombed. The only centralized locations not bombed seem to be those of an agricultural or residential bent.

Special care is taken to minimize civilian casualties--no wholesale bombardment of residences, after all--but of course some will die. This is what happens when one needs must be thorough.

We accept your terms

In the meanwhile, the various defenses in Allanea kick in, and the ABM sattelites in the sky continue firing. Sure, 40,000 civilians are dead, sure, thousands of factories are destroyed, but the oil reserves are standing, and so are a few other crucial resources.

(OOC: Not until you agree that all industrial capacity in Allanea, all modern transport, all naval forces larger than a coast guard cutter, every tank, every airplane, every airport, every dock, every factory, every oil well, every hemp field, every mine, every refinery, every railroad station, every arterial highway, every arterial railroad...

*quick inhale*

Every military base, every fuel depot, every power plant, every distribution station, every warehouse, every federal government building is no more than rubble. I still have several hundred thousand tons of perfectly good pig iron that I can drop and as it's in simple 150 kilogram lots... and I can ship more in from across the Solar System to keep it up for as long as need be...

The good news is that once you admit you've been bombed into the iron age, you won't be lacking in materials to make hoes and plows for the fields.)

The oil reserves that have been bombed and are bombed again... the resource centers bombed repeatedly...

Antiballistic missile defenses do relatively poorly against meteors. Those Belemian satellites feel the swatting hands of more energy guns from the Queendom warships and should fire no more.

<< As long as you continue to fire, we cannot take your acceptance in any faith.

"Firing at chunks of pig iron is an act of aggression?"

"Ssschoooorrrrg hrm hrmmmm schnooorrrrrrrrrrg"
The holoplate lit up as the figure of jenkins came into view, he looked at the sleeping Horbes and sighed.
"GENERAL HORBES!"
The figure continued to snore loudly, an annoyed look appeared on the Hologram of Jenkins, he clicked a few buttons next to him.
Horbes Jolted awake and Jenkins giggled.
"DASH IT ALL JENKINS! GIVE ME A FECKING HEART ATTACK WHY DON'T YOU?"
"Sorry sir, but you have got to see this.."
The Jenkins figure dissappeared and the mass destruction of Allanea was reveiled.
"Blooody hell, where's that?"
"Allanea."
"Oh!... Jolly good, get yourself some sleep Jenkins, you look tired"
At which point Horbes merely turned back over and went to sleep.

We accept your terms
<< Our terms:

<< 1. The people of Allanea and their progeny will never again for all perpetuity attempt to venture into space. The penalty for doing so will once again be the immediate disassembly of Allanean resources to Iron Age levels.

<< 2. The people of Allanea and their progeny will never again attempt to extract carbonaceous or metallic subterranean resources. The penalty for doing so will be the immedate destruction of any facilities dedicated to that function.

<< 3. The people of Allanea and their progeny will live as one with the world in peace. Any indication of aggression by Allanea will once again result in the outright and wholesale destruction of their military.

<< 4. The people of Allanea and their progeny will be limited to a purely self-defensive force of no more than one hundredth of one percent of the adult population of Allanea. This self defensive force is not allowed to use any form of mechanization in its operation, equipment, or support. "Mechanization" is defined as the use of any more than three artificial parts manufactured from any material to act as a concerted whole (a "machine"). The penalty for failure to comply will once again result in the outright and wholesale destruction of their military.

<< Thank you for accepting them before we named them.

They Cannot be reasoned with.

With several flashes of fire, the 20 allanean corvettes, 80 porcupines, and the rest of the Allanean navy begins to converge on the heavily outnumbered 01 capital ships.

In the meanwhile, all three Predator class battleships and all 30"-inch cannon still functional in Allanea begin firing 5-kiloton nuclear shells at the position of the enemy fleet. With hundreds of cannon, something will surely hit the target. Not even 01 has 100% defenses.

Message to the Leader of Allanea
Office of the President, Goobergunch City, Goobia Province, Goobergunchia

Although the Liberal Unitary Republic would like to assist its Allanean neighbors in their war, we are respecting the Allanean policy of a "closed border" between itself and Goobergunchia and will not violate their territorial sovereignty.

However, our crop dusters are already preparing to spray the Goobergunchian crops along the Goobergunchian-Allanean border, and on the southern shore of Goobergunchia. Out of respect for Allanean airspace, our crop dusters will not spray Allanean fields or otherwise enter Allanean territory.

The Liberal Unitary Republic will not re-open border and territorial negotiations, given that such talks have bogged down in the past. However, if the former Goobergunchian territory known to us as -The Prophet- was returned to Goobergunchian control, we would re-open negotiations and allow Goobergunchian crop dusters to overfly Allanean airspace.

[Lord] Martin Goobergunch
President of the Liberal Unitary Republic
Founder of Democratic Underground

"Those Goobergunchians... perhaps they might be our chance. What losses have we taken along that border?"

"About 2,500 aircraft."

"Good. Mobilize the Girl Scout Corps in its entirety. Order the beginning of the invasion of Goobergunchia with two mechanized infantry divisions."

With several flashes of fire, the 20 allanean corvettes, 80 porcupines, and the rest of the Allanean navy begins to converge on the heavily outnumbered 01 capital ships.
Wrong. Two hundred and thirty capital ships in... uhm... orbit, all quite a bit larger and heavier than the Allaneans attacking them, change their attention until the Allanean vessels are no longer a threat, i.e. their mass is now increasing the particulate matter density of orbital space. It is simply a matter of using superior engagement range and not allowing the light Allanean ships to close.

To add insult to injury, the Mobile Reaction Fleet One pops in from Mars above (relative to Earth) the Allanean fleet. Make that three hundred and fourty-five capital ships, all much much larger than corvettes and gunboats.

In the meanwhile, all three Predator class battleships and all 30"-inch cannon still functional in Allanea begin firing 5-kiloton nuclear shells at the position of the enemy fleet. With hundreds of cannon, something will surely hit the target. N2ot even 01 has 100% defenses.
Unsurprisingly, wrong again. Thirty inch guns probably cannot fire several thousand kilometers straight up. As an afterthought, those guns not engaging the Allanean space forces (as they must certainly be in space, no?) because they are pointing in the wrong direction trundle in their tracks and swivel their turrets, dropping some shells from high orbit onto the battleships until they have disappeared from the waves. After that, they continue to idly bomb the nation even more into tribalism, targeting all vestiges of modern industrial civilization.

Zero-One may not have one-hundred-percent defenses... no, physics, in this case, simple physics at that, takes care of this for them in this situation.

<Communications to FADM Farragut>
{
<< If you would like to help, feel free.
}

OOC: Actually, ETC and rocket-assited shells CAN. Oh, and with this amount of shells some of them would have hit.

The ships proceeded on, shields shrugging off the shots - at this range it was easy.

Ranger Station, Mundungo Wildlife Preserve, Libertus Province, Goobergunchia

"What's with all of the Allanean girls walking right into one of the largest swamps in Goobergunchia?"

"Dunno, hope they enjoy dealing with large crocodiles and hippos, not to mention poisonous snakes."

The two thousand Menelmacari nationals in the country, safe within their consulates, have front row seats to the carnage... The sky is black with smoke, and there are flashes and rumbles all over the cities as more kinetic weapons rain from on high.

"Sir! News just in!"

"Well, spit it out man!"

"A massive orbital bombardment is in effect over Allanea. Our sources say that there hitting anything of technological worth, millitary targets, factories, refineries, economic centers and pretty much anything else that isn't a civillian target."

"Man, I gotta get me one of those space fleets. However, this provides a very unique situation, if we act quickly we can make a veritable fortune! Begin mobilization, if were quick enough we can take all there tree's whilst no ones looking and make millions in the lumber trade!"

"Sir, won't that cause an International Incident?"

"With all thats going on, they'd be lucky to notice a whole building..."

Ranger Station, Mundungo Wildlife Preserve, Libertus Province, Goobergunchia

"What's with all of the Allanean girls walking right into one of the largest swamps in Goobergunchia?"

"Dunno, hope they enjoy dealing with large crocodiles and hippos, not to mention poisonous snakes."

OOC: What are you talking about? Right now, you are invaded with two mechanized infantry divisions, moving at 100 kp/h into Goobergunchia.

Enjoy.

OOC: What are you talking about? Right now, you are invaded with two mechanized infantry divisions, moving at 100 kp/h into Goobergunchia.

Enjoy.

OOC: And how did you get over the Goobergunchian-Allanean isthmus that quickly? Besides, there's a fairly large swamp right near the border that they're about to get bogged down in.

You enjoy.

OOC: Actually, ETC and rocket-assited shells CAN. Oh, and with this amount of shells some of them would have hit.

The ships proceeded on, shields shrugging off the shots - at this range it was easy.
(OOC: Not ten thousand kilometers up, I'm afraid, at least at no speed to hit a target that can easily sidle out of the way. So, no, none hit. And nice to see your ships shrugging off two-kiloton explosions. Repeatedly. And according to your space list, these battleships aren't spacedy... so I'm afraid it's your problem.)

Again, the tiresome procedure of concentrating fire ten-friendlies-on-one-hostile... then going back to their bombardment... concentrating on the Allanean divisions.

OOC: I mean the spaceships you are shooting at. And no, those cannons are good enough to hit orbital targets. Marketed as such, in fact.

It had taken awhile, though White I.C.E. had been somewhat busy. Farragut had taken a nap during the time it took to orbit the planet twice, and had sighed when yet more Allanean ships appeared out of nowhere, between the Federation ships and the Queendom vessels, trying to engage the Queendom forces.

And he laughed when he got the response, then the orders came fast and true. "All ships, come about to course 270 mark zero relative, with thrust at 180 mark zero relative. Sound General Quarters and prepare to engage the Allanean vessels."

Throughout the 260 ships of the Federation First, and currently only, Fleet, the orders were recieved with smiles as thousands of men and women rushed to their posts.

But the whole point of the EI running the vessels was that the sentient beings were backup, to an extent, and by the time they began to arrive at their weapon mounts, the first broadsides had already gone out. If two Capella-class Dreadnaughts had wreaked havoc at Mars, it was nothing compared to the firepower of twenty six of the monster vessels, along with three times the escorts that had been in Martian orbit. The first combined broadside contained enough energy to quite possibly obliterate a small moon. And here, in Earth Orbit, there were no restrictions on the weapons used, either. Nuclear bomb pumped x-ray laser porcupine warheads exploded by the hundreds among the Allanean fleet, only needing to be within five thousand kilometers to cause damage. Kinetics roared in along with hundred megaton nuclear warheads. And the grasers, carefully sequenced, begin a dreadful dance designed to leave nothing larger than half a meter of the Allanean vessels intact.

If the Allaneans had thought they had suffered at Mars, they would not have time to learn the meaning of suffering at Earth before they died.

The hives... Watched. Kinda amused, too. Now, that their 'masters' were dead, they had lots of free time, and maintenance was secondary.

Wow. Quite a bombardement.

Indeed. Dear god, poor people...

Democracy sucks, neh? They brought it upon themselves. What did good ole Winston...

Yeah. Anyway...

It was fascinating, watching thousands upon thousands of kinetics lighting up the atmosphere, shooting stars... It was, well, romantic.

For a brief moment, they wondered if the Allaneans used this fantastic chance to wish for a better future. They needed it.

Imagine the young girl with her friend, sitting on a tree, watching their homes, burning, the fires lightening the sky while thousands of those shooting stars are falling... Each of them a promise of destruction...

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Yes, I envy them.

OOC: Hrm, Allanea, interesting that you still have mechanized divisions and missile silos after 01 ortilleried you into oblivion. For fuck's sake man, you lost. Deal with it.
IC

The Liangite Space Navy, having recently positioned itself over Allanean orbital space, is only too happy to assist 01 in dismantling the last remnants of the ASN. Swarms of gravitic fighters, much swifter and more powerful than the small fusion-powered craft, are unleashed from the sides of the massive carriers, as a variety of weapons lock onto the Allaneans and attempt to blow them into oblivion.

Meanwhile, on Earth, with whatever was left of the Allanean water Navy tac nuked into oblivion, the invasion fleet makes its way ever closer to Allanean shores, a huge sheet of fighters above it, protecting and it and launching routine strikes on Allanean cities.

IC:

There's a lot less ships now. Damned sensor fuzz. The ghostly Porcupines disappeared, leaving only the Tachyon corvettes. Waiting for a gap in the fire from Admiral Farragut's fleet, they simply rush the survivors, quickly encapsulating and overrunning them. Hardly a threat. Hardly a threat at all.

And 30" shells? From the ground? Some of the less mindful ships get some scorch marks and some notable 'thunk' noises reverberating through them... but... no, not a threat. So much not a threat that point-defense energy isn't even expended.

(OOC: Ah, so your ships are invincible, eh?

Lesse... OH, WAIT! All your Porcupines were destroyed over Mars! They don't exist! *poof*

Allanean Stellar Navy

Large Craft

2 Kolob-Class Carriers (maybe 4)
- 2 Mars DESTROYED (By fire/FTL in atmosphere)
- 2 Earth DESTROYED (By destruction of Roddenberry)
20 Tachyon Class Multi-Role Corvettes
2 Patriarch Class Cargo FoldShips
- 1 Mars DESTROYED (By fire/FTL in atmosphere)
- 1 Earth DESTROYED (Rammed Data Bus)
1 Kryptonite Class Cruiser
- Mars DESTROYED (By fire)
100 MC dropship
- Mars DESTROYED (By fire)
Lifeless Cruiser
- Dealing with Der Angst
Theodore Preston Rube-class cargo ship
- Being dropped DESTROYED
Jason Sorens Rube-class cargo ship
Angel Shamaya Rube-class cargo ship
Larry Pratt Rube-class cargo ship
Ullyses Grant Rube-class cargo ship
100 Wave Class Corvettes
- 100 Earth DESTROYED (By destruction of Roddenberry)
100 Porcupine Class Corvettes
- 100 Mars DESTROYED (By tacn00k/fire/FTL in atmosphere)


Light Craft

200 Ann Coulter ISFTL Fighters
- 50 Earth (at least) DESTROYED (all carriers destroyed)
100 Imperial-class shuttlesYou don't have a space navy any more.)

OOC: As far as I know, those ships have arrived safely to Earth. Besides which, these are nuclear shells. Your ships are probably vapor now.

OOC: Defender Rule


IC: "Uhm, where are those 01 ships? "

"Don't know, just vanished off the radar."

HC-SGPAN Broadcast

Lord Mr. PRESIDENT. Mr. Chairman, due to the unprovoked Allanean acts of aggression against the Liberal Unitary Republic, I hereby request that the Councils deem a state of war is present between our nations.

A short while later

Lord Mrs. CHAIRMAN pro tempore. On this question the ayes are 96 and the noes are 4. Two-thirds of the High Council having voted in the affirmative, the ayes have it and the High Council has voted to declare war on Allanea.

LC-SGPAN Broadcast

Mr. DEPUTY HIGH COUNCIL CLERK. Mr. Chairman, a message from the High Council: The High Council has adopted and requests the concurrence of the Low Council on the following resolution:

Whereas Allanea, in a letter to Knootoss, threatened war on Goobergunchia, a war unprovoked by Goobergunchia,
Whereas Allanea has offended other nations and has made himself the laughingstock of the civilized world,
Whereas Allanea has made false claims in the past regarding his powers in the Democratic Underground region,
Therefore, be it RESOLVED by the Councils of the Liberal Unitary Republic, that a state of war exists, and has existed, between the Liberal Unitary Republic of Goobergunchia and the United States of Allanea.

Mr. CHAIRMAN pro tempore. This is a privileged question. The question is on the resolution. Is there debate on this matter?

A short while later

Mr. CHAIRMAN. On this question the ayes are 396 and the noes are 42, with 17 abstentions. Two-thirds of the Low Council having voted in the affirmative, the ayes have it and the Low Council has voted to declare war on Allanea.

An even shorter while later

Lord Goobergunch signed the declaration of war into law on live national television. "Pity the Allaneans won't be able to watch...." he noted.

[ooc: If you ignore Zero-One, I'm ignoring you ICly. Just a heads up.]

It could be said that the Imperatrix of Kajal was... eccentric. It was something that came with age, indeed, however...

It was the personal touches that made such campaigns truly unique

Granted, there were only ten operational gravitic cruisers, and deploying them all would normally be risky, but...

In this case? Hell, it'd be vastly amusing.

She ordered all ten relocated to Earth, via that rather convenient Arda waygate, and sent to Allanea.

The first battlegroup, after recieving fresh fighter craft and pilots, did the same thing, and came out of subspace transit above Allanea as the ten gravitics began to glide into Allanean airspace to a certain musical selection.

As the 800 meter craft glid over the cities, the sounds of a 1970s disco band came with them, and then...

The ships sang.

"Oooooooooooh! How do you like your love!"

The gravitics were playing 'Andrea True Connection - More, More, More' at full volume through the external speakers that were, more or less... installed solely for such odd purposes.

For the moment, they simply hung in the air, unchallenged, and very likely unchallengeable by what remained in the country.

The possibility of getting hit by a 5 kiloton nuclear device wasn't even on the minds of the crews of the gravitics. The yield was so low as to be nonexistant, considering that the shielding systems had been tested to resist blasts well into the megaton ranges.

The QACF ships use the sudden inability of the Allaneans to read their own screens to their own advantage. Another pinpoint-accurate barrage, then yet another concentration on Allanea proper.

(OOC: Okay, tacn00k shells I can grant--no big deal there, but contact-det tacn00ks only work against singular ships. Given that mine are built to withstand such things, and have OMG SHIELDING just like yours but better... sorry, my pet, but no dice. As for FTL...

Let's say that we concede to you and say you can despite my FTL blocking. Then, to be fair, we concede to me that FTL jumping in an atmosphere is bad. You lose. Either that, or you can't jump, and then everyone on Mars clusterfrags you like they have aleady... and guess what, you lose.

And if you're thinking of ignoring me because you're losing... oh ho ho ho. Then this, my friend, is not over. So far as I know, everyone who's been watching has seen my actions as quite legitimate, so you can either take it like a man or completely annihilate what little credibility you've ever had. We know your strategy--when losing, try to push others to ignore you so you can ignore your losses. You did it to AMF and Melkor... sorry, buddy, but it isn't going to work on me. I am seeing this through to the oh so bitter end. Your strategy will inevitably backfire as it has in the past--if you are the first to blink when you are on the ropes... oh dear, that will look most unfavorable.

You still have an opportunity to prove everyone wrong, of course... but, then again, I very much doubt you will. I challenge, dare you to.)

In the meanwhile, in Goobergunchia, the two mechanized infantry divisions continue to move on, at 100 kph, towards the capital of Libertus.

In the meanwhile, in Goobergunchia, the two mechanized infantry divisions continue to move on, at 100 kph, towards the capital of Libertus.

[ooc: Yeah, like they rolled through a large swamp without any slowing down or anything, also while being shot at by angry rangers.]

(OOC: I absolutely do not have to grant you that FTL in athmosphere is bad, as I do it all the time)

[ooc: Yeah, like they rolled through a large swamp without any slowing down or anything, also while being shot at by angry rangers.]


You give your rangers anti-tank weapons?

(OOC: I absolutely do not have to grant you that FTL in athmosphere is bad, as I do it all the time)
(OOC: Simply evidence of your ignorance. Think about it... that is probably a very very bad idea, tearing open space-time rifts and popping into reality and such where there's already matter to get in the way. Most troublesome indeed... and given that your ships are extremely low-tech and much less powerful than the smallest ship of mine, added to my numerical superiority--

It is a losing proposition. I of course cannot force you to admit it, but you look like a better player for owning up to the fact that you most probably can not win this. My ships are designed to fight opposing vessels with megatons of energy exchanged per shot; I've avoided giving numbers because I consider that... distasteful. We aren't playing games on our graphing calculators.

And it isn't just me. I'm backed up by Sentient Peoples, Kajal, and prettty much everyone else who is making your life quite miserable... and yet you seem to choose to not acknowledge them, instead invading someone who is completely unrelated and ignoring the terrain along your borders? If you are going to try and accuse me of powergaming or declaring losses or otherwise disparage me, you should probably make sure that your own hypocracy is not so glaring.

Then again, I suppose improvement and exceeding expectation is simply too much to ask for. I dare you to be as good as you think you are and infinitely better than everyone else thinks you are. Prove them and prove me wrong about your character; that is a far greater victory than some text in a game.)

On board the PNS Waterdeep, the Gwazine Class battleship in charge of the four fleets sent to orbit to deal with the Liebermonk situation, Admiral Aseroth Xiloscient watched the battle. With the Liebermonk situation somewhat diffused, there was nothing stopping the combined fleet of 128 warships and 48 supply ships from joining the battle.In fact, it would help with the effort to get TAR to leave Liebermonk and possibly help relations with the Martian nations. Xiloscient quickly sent a broadcast announcng the fleet's intentions to the non-Allanean fleets.

Broadcasting a thick blanket of Minovsky Particles, the armada closed in on the ships and deployed it's full complement of 744 mobile suits, as well as 208 fighters. With the mobile suits and fighters buzzing around the fleet like a nest of angry hornets, the ships manuvered into combat formations. Meanwhile, the 24 Trebuchet Class ortillery destroyers moved into position and aimed at Allanea. One by one, the 100cm railguns fired 500cm long depleted uranium rods towards the capital, aiming particularly at the downtown area. By the time the first salvo was completed, the rods impacted Allanea at 6km per second, leaving 130m craters 30m deep wherever they hit. A minute later, the ships fired again.

[ooc: You forget the large MoEP budget. Unfortunately my laptop doesn't have Office on it, so I can't quote you the exact figure.]

The governor of Libertus Province sighed as he took a large key out of his pocket. He had just received authorization to release the floodgates on Allanean. Literally.

Between the Mundungo Wildlife Preserve and Yangina lies a large reservoir and floodplain, usually home to thousands of hippies. The hippies had fled landward at the beginning of the bombardment of Allanea, so the floodplain was now deserted.

The governor of Libertus turned a key in the large dam that blocked the Mundungo River and caused the large reservoir. As the dam opened up, thousands of gallons of water rushed through the dam straight towards the Allanean troops.

If the Queendom ships no longer appeared on the radar screens of the Allanean vessels, it was because the hardware driving those displays had been vaporized by the hundreds upon hundreds of megatons pounding the tiny craft. And of course, no radar meant no targeting for either defense or offense. For it was impossible to conceive that five kiloton warheads would do more than soarch the paint of ships designed to take a million times that damage.

Which meant all those missiles, the hundreds of them, would get through. And the incoming fire would be random without targeting, assuming that enough weapons had survived the destruction of the Allanean sensors to do any damage. Which was unlikely, given that there had not been enough of those weapons before.

So the Allanean ships would sit helpless under the pounding of nearly five hundred warships from two of the Sol System's premier space forces, for without sensors to tell them where they were going, they could not even run. Unless they wished to navigate by visual aids. But the stars would hardly be visible under the constant pounding of the weapons flaying the remaining Allanean ships. The best they could hope for would be to not run into the planet, and charging away from the planet would take them right into the waiting lethal embrace of those warships which sought to kill them.

And so, Fleet Admiral Farragut watched dispassionately as the First Fleet continued to eliminate Allanean targets one by one.

OOC: I would note Allanea does not make it's own FTL drives. With your technology you could just acknowledge the appearance of the ships,

IC:

The Allanean forces make way into Goobergunchia, slowly but surely. Since the troops are sitting inside their Jeffrey Dahlmer carriers, they could care less about the rangers.

You could continue bombing us to your pleasure. We will NOT surrender.

30,000 more civilians lost. Another refinery on fire.

[ooc: The equivalent of the Johnstown Flood is now being unleashed on the Allanean troops. I fail to see how the tanks are surviving it.]

Yangina, Libertus Province, Goobergunchia
Official Statement by the Governor

I have been informed by the Goobergunchian Immigration Service that refugee status will be granted to any Allanean forces wishing to abandon their nation, which is currently in ruins. Naturally they will have to abandon their weapons as well.

And, with the final ultimatum ignored, the Liangite marines surge onto Allanean shores, battleship armaments pounding them as Aerospace and Carrier fighter-bombers come out of orbit or launch off of carriers, to the tune of several thousand of them. The obviously segregated military advances, the warcries of Liangjin on the right and Khazâd on the left conflicting into a harmony of sound. Battleship artillery, thousands of fighter-bomber projectiles, and hauled up land artillery pounds anything that dares to fire a small pebble at the advancing troops. They set a course for the Allanean capital and advance with rapidity, with plenty of tanks and antitank weapons to back themselves up.

High Admiral Vytautas Karyu stands next to a dwarven representative, both of them sporting grim looks. With anything resembling Allanean military having been ortilleried into the ground, it would be up the Liangites to finish this war once and for all. He didn't expect it to be too hard. Charge in, wipe out the government, and hand it over to whoever wanted that bane on their head.

The sweet, sweet smell of revenge spread a grin over the dwarf's features.

OOC: I would note Allanea does not make it's own FTL drives. With your technology you could just acknowledge the appearance of the ships,(OOC: Exactly, and thus you don't define how they operate. The designers do, and even Klonor, Xanthal, and CapCorp don't make atmospheric FTL systems. I'm still very sad to see that you are willing to live down to everyone's expectations of you.)

Honestly, the battle is over. Having repeatedly bombed Allanea's communications systems, they simply should not have the bandwidth left over to mount any sort of invasion. Certainly a few may have gotten through, and that is what the ships now concentrate on, the incursion into Goobergunchia. It simply stood to reason that those were the only targets left... even the Allaneans, in a intercepted transmission, had said that their ballistic defenses were insufficient to protect from the ortillery. Given that out of tens of thousands of shots, only twenty were intercepted, and given that each strike was well over what any civilian or above-ground military structure can directly withstand, it stands to reason that most of what was shot at--especially when the redundancy in targeting schedules is taken into account--was probably destroyed and is no more than smoking ash and foil.

How does one stop a meteor from landing on the iguana in one's yard? One doesn't. What if the meteor is bigger--say, big enough to level a building--how does one stop it? One probably doesn't.

And if these big-enough-to-level-a-factory meteors are landed within five meters of their target-points on every single industrial target in the nation, does it not stand to reason... and the military targets, and the government buildings? They are not made of sterner stuff, at least, not sterner enough stuff to withstand ground zero of two-thousand ton bombs.

Does it not make sense to wonder how any military, any semblance of government, could survive?

<< That is unfortunate. It is sad when people are needlessly zealous to their cause, mindless zombies willing to die for nothing. Where is the looting, the panic? Where are your citizens just wanting it to end?

<< Are you even human, or are you more robotic than us?

Oh, but it is simple!

Those who make the decisions are in several bunkers. We cannot be affected neither by your puny weapons, nor by the riots outside. We make the decisions. We do not surrender, as we know that many more Allaneans would die in result than you're killing now. Currently, we are destroying our own lines of communication. Thus, even if we change our minds, we won't be able to surrender.

The governor of Libertus turned a key in the large dam that blocked the Mundungo River and caused the large reservoir. As the dam opened up, thousands of gallons of water rushed through the dam straight towards the Allanean troops.

What was once an unhibited blitzkrieg became a slaughter. Five thousand combat troops were dead. Still, due to the lines being stretched out for about 100 km, most were not in the area of the flood.

I want you to take 100 Howard Dean bombers off the ground. Send them to hit the capital of Libertus.

Yes, sir!

Oh, but it is simple!

Those who make the decisions are in several bunkers. We cannot be affected neither by your puny weapons, nor by the riots outside. We make the decisions. We do not surrender, as we know that many more Allaneans would die in result than you're killing now. Currently, we are destroying our own lines of communication. Thus, even if we change our minds, we won't be able to surrender.

OOC: soooo... your destroying your own lines of communication, ergo you can't give out orders to continue the movement of any troops or maintain any form of order...

In the meantime, orders had been transmitted to the ten gravitics over Allanea.

They were to continue their current actions for another five and a half hours, at which point, they were to move out of the country.

The orbital bombardment seemingly concluded, the Menelmacari evacuation begins. Any Menelmacari civilian gravships in the country quickly load up those expats in Allanea; they and their worldly goods easily fit onto eight or nine ships. The embassy and consulates pack what they can and dismantle what they can't; the same goes for any Menelmacari business presence in the country. By the end of the day that began with fire from the heavens, the last of the Noldor has left Allanea.

<< [shrug analog] Your loss.

Quite literally. Through the steaming wreck that is Allanea, the orbiting ships cannot detect a single viable target left. Shipyards, factories, oil reserves, refineries, oil wells... and, by the admission of the Allaneans, all that was left was underground.

Is it better to be king in the wastes than a peasant in Eden? The capital ships allow themselves a few moments of philosophy as their guns cease. Of course, maybe an Allanean bunker or two may open up... at which point another shell comes down; however, given the thoroughness of the previous bombardments... such is the way of things. They look over their work, and they feel no remorse and no pity. What needed to be done had been, and they still had their food and their water. They had the essentials for survival. Luxury, on the other hand...

A few more pods descend in the landscapes denuded of air defense. More locusts scatter to the winds, eating hemp and now cotton. Frogs and toads leap out to frolic in whatever open water there is. A pod filled with nothing but ten tons of common horseflies pops open in the atmosphere, the insects scattering in the breeze.

But, truly, the mission is accomplished and so, with another deft smack at the missile silos for good luck (this time resorting to fifty megaton fusion bombs), they cede the orbital space to others.

Still... the one hundred majical bombers launched by orders sent by transmission stations that are admitted to not exist are set upon by eight thousand very much extant fighter-bombers, flying higher than the bombers could ever hope to, raining death from above with their maser turrets.

After a certain transmission becomes glaringly obvious, the Liangite forces involved on Allanea hastily jumped back into their ships and pulled away from the area, as all planes returned to their respective carriers.
The Liangite Grand Fleet then proceeded to get the hell out of dodge.

The final transmission from the Allaneans infuriated Fleet Admiral Farragut, and he snarled incoherently for a moment, before he began to pass orders again. “Comms, put me on all bands, open frequency.”

“Aye aye, sir.” The powerful transmissions lanced outwards, amplified again and again by Federation communications equipment throughout the system, until it would be impossible not to hear.

“This is Fleet Admiral Anson Farragut of the Federation of Sentient Peoples First Battle Fleet. As many of you no doubt already know, for the last few hours the Federation, along with many other nations, has been systematically eliminating the Allanean presence throughout the Sol System, in an effort led by the Queendom of Zero-One. Now, with the systematic refusal to surrender and the obvious insanity of the entire Allanean population, I am hereby declaring them a Threat to All Sentient Life, and will act accordingly. In six standard hours, the Nation of Allanea will be destroyed by Earth Penetrating Nuclear Weapons. Nations of the World, you have that long to conclude your business with the nation and its people.”

Farragut drew his hand across his throat, signaling to cut the transmission. Now they waited.

OOC: I don't know about you, but I have different people commandin my military and my civilian government - from different bunkers.

Total Allanean Losses:

100,000 civilians
All oil production facilities.
All ballisti missile facilities
3,000 combat aircraft.

OOC: I don't know about you, but I have different people commandin my military and my civilian government - from different bunkers.
(OOC: Nice. The bombers that should've been blown up on the ground are still getting attacked by well over their number, then, just in case... and how about your bridges, your railroads, your factories, your airports, your ports...

If it can blast one, it can blast the other. You're getting there, but not quite.)

The Governor of Nortonia managed to get in one final transmission prior to communications being severed:

Nortonia hereby surrenders to the Queendom of Zero-One, the Federation of Sentient Peoples, and all other invading forces. We also request re-instatement as a Goobergunchian Autonomous Zone under our traditional name of -The Prophet-.

Okay, you can stop waving that knife in my face now....could you go tell that mob outside that we surrendered?

--CUT ABRUPTLY--

OOC: I don't know about you, but I have different people commandin my military and my civilian government - from different bunkers.
Yes but your leaders are typically Military aswell, considereing you harped on the other day about how "Administration is handled by the Defence Department." Ergo your leaders controll your military aswell.

An unmarked Battlegroup, containing ships of Capsule Corporation mass-production design (http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/ccdex.htm), defolds roughly 500,000 kilometers from Earth and heads towards the fleet that is currently bombing Allanea.


1 Kryptonite Class Cruiser
1 *Heavily Modified Patriarch-Class Foldship
1 Kolob Class Carrier
1 Moroni Class Battlecruiser
9 Omni-Class Frigates
6 Tachyon Class Corvettes
6 Reflex Class Corvettes
144 Mahonri Coriancumer Class Attack Dropships
36 StarFalcons
72 Senines
36 TrickFighters
72 Legolas Mecha
36 Samson Mecha

*The Patriarch-class has been modified to be fully armed, mostly with defense weaponry, and has been turned into a carrier capable of holding a large number of the Mahonri-Moriancumer class Anti-gravship fighters (http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/mahonri_moriancumer.htm).


A radio transmission pierces straight to the Bombarding ships, and the booming voice of a battle-hardened captain transmits an ultimatum for all of them to hear.
"Attention all vessels currently bombarding Allanea: We wish you to stop attacking this poor, defenseless, stupid nation. This is your one and only warning to cease fire immediately, or we will open fire on your vessels. You have 10 seconds to reply."

The transmission cuts, and the battlegroup continues barrelling towards the bombarding fleet at nearly full throttle, beginning to fire retro engines while opening launch bays and charging weapons. Even while the brief countdown ticks away, waves of fighters leave the bays of the FoldShips, and energy builds up in the Farad system of the Kryptonite-Class ship.

OOC: Umm, I'm confused, how many ships are still in orbit?

:Transmission - G Class:
Decoding
.
..
...


This is the Alexander Kerensky, commanding vessel of the 18th Space Combat Fleet of the Empire of Foe Hammer, under the command of Admiral Kadovsky. Transferring...

"Attention friendly vessels. This is Admiral Josef Kadovsky, commanding officer of the 18th Space Combat Fleet. We have been ordered into the area by the Empress to aid in the defense of Zero-One and other friendly forces. We await your orders."

OOC: Each FH is made up of:
4 Halsey-class SuperDestroyers (One designated command vessel)
8 Nebraska-class SpaceCruisers
384 Assorted fighters
24 Hell's Fury-class Gunboats
12 Support and Repair vessels

Various fleets contain one or two Cradle-class MRSs (Mobile Repair Stations), which are basically one-kilometer-square repair stations with engines tacked on the rear. The super-dense armor and redundant shielding systems make them excellent shields when completely useless.

(assume foe hammer receives the transmission as well)

OOC: Umm, I'm confused, how many ships are still in orbit?
(OOC: 230 of mine, 260 of Sentient Peoples, 61 of Kajal's, 12 of Foe Hammer's... all capital ships. Fighters are a few orders of magnitude greater.)

<Communications to CapsuleCorp>
{
<< You're right, they are very stupid and are currently defenseless. We suggest you don't make a similar mistake. I'm sure they'll magically pull money from somewhere and manage to buy more of your cardboard.

<< And in case you hadn't noticed... we've already stopped. So carry on and take your leave.
}

QACF/HCR White I.C.E.

Capsule? Hon? Have you looked at your fleet numbers? :eek: You'd probably last longer in this fight if you shut off your shields and weapons and broadcast on all bands the words "SHOOT US!"

OOC: &$#! Allannea swore there were only like... 2 dozen ships... lol what an idiot. I'm outta here. But I'll probably watch to see how he godmods his way out of this lol

Lietuvs had been watching live coverage all day, as bases, factories, refineries, and just about anything that didn't house a large number of civilians exploded and burned. They watched in shock and awe (deja vu, anyone? :p) as Zero-One completely decimated the country of what was once the United States of Allanea. Then the journalists that were on the field received reports that nuclear attack was to occur within six hours, and immediately reported that they were leaving.

OOC: A newspost on all this will be later, as well as an official government statement and whatnot.

OOC: Er... meep. Those ten are the gravitics. I think I might have mentioned the First Imperial Battlegroup showing up, but if I didn't, disregard that. If I did, that's about 51 ships.

-- never mind... ;) --

*the Same boomy voice transmitts down to Allanea*

"Screw all y'all."

The battlegroup vents its energy, regroups, and folds away, all in less than a minute.

"This is General Hayek, of the allanean Armed forces, anybody with SANE surrender terms out there?"

OOC: Well, I was a bit late, but oh well. My forces shall continue to support Zero-One.

OOC: This always always happens... my allies always send me in on Faulty intel... "Oh don't worry, there's only a couple dozen..." "Oh don't worry, these guys only have world war 2 tech..." "oh don't worry, they only have a couple hundred thousand troops."

allanean Armed forces
Or what's left of your Armed forces. No one will allow a conditional surrender. You brought this on yourself.

"This is General Hayek, of the allanean Armed forces, anybody with SANE surrender terms out there?"

All things considereing, these surrender terms are pretty sane... :p

Transmission to: General Whoever of the stick-wielding forces of Allanea
Regarding: Your annihilation

There will soon be no need for surrender terms.

~Vytautas Karyu

There was a brief return message from one of the Kajali ships.

"Sanity is subjective."

<< It looks like it's "our way or the highway..." and the highway is filled with highwaymen with far fewer scruples than us when it comes to civilian casualties.

(OOC: Up to you... but an acceptance will be considered binding. I'll probably never have to bother you again, and you'll have to deal with it in its entirety...)

OOC: You have basicaly asked that I return my mlitary to Dark Ages tech level.

*A group of rogue hippies pop out of hyperspace in a large, rusty, junky old cargo frigate, with a big peace sign painted onto the hull, anbd shields on full power. They maneuver themselves towards the bombarding flip and put themselves inbetween them and Allanea*

"Attention all Martian evil warlord dudes... We are the organization known as Human Shield! Please stop bombing Allannea, and respect their sovereignity! If you want to bomb them, you have to bomb us too!"

*The long-haired stoned captain with a tie-died human shield shirt cuts transmission*

OOC: I guess it isn't possible to surrender FOR allanea, is it? :P

OOC: You have basicaly asked that I return my mlitary to Dark Ages tech level.
(OOC: Well, it's either that or Sentient Peoples here goes Nuclear Atomic Subterranean Jihad and starts carpet-n00king with 500 megatonners. Look at it this way--you'll just have to be more subtle and creative in the future. Diplomacy rather than all these wars which seem to go poorly and such.
OOC: I guess it isn't possible to surrender FOR allanea, is it? :P
Do you have power of attorney?)

IC:

The Queendom vessels are quite bemused by the hippies. << We have a better idea that will perhaps lead to less people getting hurt. Would you mind nipping down to the used-to-be-a-country down there and trying to convince them that...

<< No... no... they don't like liberals. Never mind. Would you like a deal on premium gengineered hashish?

So it's basically, cut your own throat or we cut it for you?

Libertus Province, Goobergunchia

A large bullhorn and sign was erected in front of the few surviving Allanean tanks. The sign said, and the bullhorn blared (in fluent Allanean):

Your Nation Has Surrendered. Please Surrender Yourselves, Or The Allanean People Will Face Complete Destruction. We Are In Contact With Other Nations Who Will Not Hesitate To Destroy Your Homes And Families. Thank You.

The governor of Libertus smiled. He knew that the tanks had no way of knowing that their government had not yet surrendered, given the cessation of communication between the nations in question.

*A group of rogue hippies pop out of hyperspace in a large, rusty, junky old cargo frigate, with a big peace sign painted onto the hull, anbd shields on full power. They maneuver themselves towards the bombarding flip and put themselves inbetween them and Allanea*

"Attention all Martian evil warlord dudes... We are the organization known as Human Shield! Please stop bombing Allannea, and respect their sovereignity! If you want to bomb them, you have to bomb us too!"

*The long-haired stoned captain with a tie-died human shield shirt cuts transmission*
"Very well."

A young Ensign turns to the Admiral. "Sir, we're detecting large amounts of illegal drugs aboard that cargo frigate! Our stealth operatives are in the process of tacking weapons to their hull."

Admiral Kadovsky turns to face the bridge data screen. "Very well. Charge the MAC. Bring our weapons online. Prepare wreckage crews to sweep up the debris."

So it's basically, cut your own throat or we cut it for you?
No, at this point it's a matter of "Drop the knife or we'll cut your throat."

*RPing as Raysia for a moment*

In the Joint Raysian/Allanean Aerospace research plant in a remote desert salt-flats area of Allanea, Hundreds of technicians and pilots scramble their things together and board whatever they can. With the building falling apart, and the runways badly damaged, finding an escape was quite difficult. Several Large VTOLs take off, cramming who- and whatever they can into them, and barrelling full throttle out of the country. Pilots hop in X-planes and prototypes and take off as well as possible, using salt flats as an emergency runway, trying to save as many experiments as they can. They fly towards the nearest border, dodging explosions and orbital fire.

The Allanean tank commander smiled. While the Allanean government was not to be contacted, his High Command was in full radio contact, and they used it. He laughed as he ran the sign over.

*RPing as Raysia for a moment*

In the Joint Raysian/Allanean Aerospace research plant in a remote desert salt-flats area of Allanea, Hundreds of technicians and pilots scramble their things together and board whatever they can. With the building falling apart, and the runways badly damaged, finding an escape was quite difficult. Several Large VTOLs take off, cramming who- and whatever they can into them, and barrelling full throttle out of the country. Pilots hop in X-planes and prototypes and take off as well as possible, using salt flats as an emergency runway, trying to save as many experiments as they can. They fly towards the nearest border, dodging explosions and orbital fire.
A transmission is sent to all CC/Raysian vessels.
"Raysian workers and vessels, you are clear to board the SuperDestroyers of the 18th Imperial Fleet. We wish to do no harm to you or your citizens."

So it's basically, cut your own throat or we cut it for you?
(OOC: There are two forms of power, hard and soft. Hard has been what you've been concentrating on; all of your international power derives from being able to Rawr Smash! However, this has come at the cost of you having no soft power whatsoever--essentially, people despise your nation and very few are willing to come forward and stick up for it. Now that your hard power is naught, that means you have to rely on soft power... and we can see how that goes.

Now, look what I did. Extreme example of hard power, except it has a massive amount of soft power backing. It's like NATO bombing Serbia--NATO has more hard power than Serbia (it can kick Serbia's ass) and it has more soft power than Serbia (the international community is more willing to assist NATO than Serbia). This is why hard power is best used as a last resort; it tends to make less friends than soft power, which is vital for long term results.

Without much of a military, you'll have to adapt. Try to make friends and work towards consensus. It'll be trickier, but then you can build up a bit of soft power. Why does everyone hate the USAllanea? Because they go about stomping who they please when they please. Everyone sees this current smackdown as comeuppance for that. They've been waiting for it, so they're not going to stop it--the USAllanea is a threat to everyone and that threat has been neutered. If you can show that your nation can get along well with others... then restrictions will start looking harsh and can be lifted in pieces. Then you can re-accrue hard power to contemplate your "good neighbor" soft power. Again, trickier, but better in the long run.)

We accept your surrender terms.

The only differnece is:

4. The allanean military will be limited to 0.2% of the population, with complete lack of strategic weaponry or offensive force projection.

IC: The Raysian escapees transmit to foe hammer: "We'll be fine, but if you could call off the firing in our escape vector for about an hour, that'd be great!"

OOC: Allannea, you are an idiot. a 1% military is 26 million people. Both my full-grown nations have no more than like a 0.5% army.

You know, Allanea, you should really start telling people when you edit.

And 0.2% is still like 5 million people, which is twice as much as Raysia's standing army :)

IC: The Raysian escapees transmit to foe hammer: "We'll be fine, but if you could call off the firing in our escape vector for about an hour, that'd be great!"

OOC: Allannea, you are an idiot. a 1% military is 26 million people.

"Will do, thank you for cooperating."

Kadovsky contacts the CO of the Zero-One forces.

"Greetings. Please cease bombardment of the following coordinates -
*A map appears, showing Raysian escape paths*
The Raysian researchers wish to leave Allanea peacefully."

(0.01% sounds good to me. Just to ensure that Allanea doesn't get any bright "n00b conquerer" ideas.)

We accept your surrender terms.

The only differnece is:

4. The allanean military will be limited to 0.2% of the population, with complete lack of strategic weaponry or offensive force projection.
<< Zero-point-two percent of your adult population and we have a deal. We also request surprise inspections by regional and local governments to ensure compliance... and with your acceptance, the Queendom of Zero-One will immediately cease hostilities.
"Greetings. Please cease bombardment of the following coordinates -
*A map appears, showing Raysian escape paths*
The Raysian researchers wish to leave Allanea peacefully."<< We're not bombing anyone right now, actually, so we'll be quite happy to continue to compy retroactively. [grin analog]

OOC: 250,000 is a much more reasonable offer. Allanea, I suggest you accept.

Your terms are accepted.

<< Zero-point-two percent of your adult population and we have a deal. We also request surprise inspections by regional and local governments to ensure compliance... and with your acceptance, the Queendom of Zero-One will immediately cease hostilities.
<< We're not bombing anyone right now, actually, so we'll be quite happy to continue to compy retroactively. [grin analog]OOC: What kind of good-hearted conquerer are you? What fool conquers a nation then lets them have a 5 million man army of their own? lol

Observation Vessel RR-1092
South of Atlantic Island
5:32 p.m. local time

"Sir, we've got an open transmission from the Allanean mainland. Playing back on speakers."

Captain Brian Hendricks listened to the brief transmission, and smiled. "As I recall, we are technically authorized to accept surrenders of all kinds. Is that correct, Ensign?"

"Well... honestly, sir, I think Fleet Admiral Harth was joking about that, but..."

"Shut up. I'm going to offer them some surrender terms. Open communications." The ensign complied nervously. "Allanean armed forces, this is Captain Brian Hendricks of Copiosa Scotian Naval vessel RR-1092, offering to accept your surrender under the following conditions:

One: The Allanean military will be reduced to a number not exceeding thirty-five men.

Two: You will accept Copiosa Scotia's total sovereignty over your homeland and overseas possessions.

Three: You will pay full reparations for all losses suffered by the nations you unjustly provoked into attacking you.

Four: You will not try to argue your way out of condition three.

Five: You will detonate all remaining nuclear weapons in their silos.

Six: You will pay full reparations for all monetary losses I suffered on this mission while playing poker with my crew.

Seven: You will send me something decent to eat. Our ship's cook doesn't know cayenne from brown sugar.

So, yeah. That's all I've got. You have... er... ten minutes to accept."

Farragut laughed softly. "Now they want to surrender, huh?" The offer the Federation would have given had been prepared hours before. "Send it to them."

* * * * *

<TRANSMISSION Opens: Broadband, No Encryption>
<TO: GOVERNMENT, USA>
<FROM: -{Empty Field}->
<RE: SURRENDER TERMS>

Very well, you wanted our terms.

1) The United States of Allanea will immediately and unconditionally surrender to the Federation of Sentient Peoples.

2) All Allanean Military Equipment, Uniforms, and Bases and other associated paraphernalia will be destroyed completely.

3) Any and all out of country Allanean possessions are hereby returned to their rightful country of ownerships, and in the event that country happens to be Allanea, those possessions are now property of the Federation.

4) All Allanean industrial base is to be destroyed to a level at which bronze and iron casting is possible, steel is limited, and any and all production and economic activity must be approved by the Federation appointee.

5) Allanea will be limited to no military until such time as the Federation judges the Allanean population to be mature enough to handle the responsibility.

6) Allanea will become a protectorate of the Federation of Sentient Peoples until such time as the Federation decides otherwise.

7) Allanea will not be permitted any form of self government until such time as its population is mature enough to handle the responsibility of self governance.

8) All Allanean National Assets now belong to the Federation of Sentient Peoples.

9) The Nation of Allanea is under the complete and total control of the Federation of Sentient Peoples until such time as we decide otherwise to allow any self determination.

10) These terms are non-negotiable.

You have two hours to comply.

<TRANSMISSION Terminated>

Observation Vessel RR-1092
South of Atlantic Island
5:32 p.m. local time

"Sir, we've got an open transmission from the Allanean mainland. Playing back on speakers."

Captain Brian Hendricks listened to the brief transmission, and smiled. "As I recall, we are technically authorized to accept surrenders of all kinds. Is that correct, Ensign?"

"Well... honestly, sir, I think Fleet Admiral Harth was joking about that, but..."

"Shut up. I'm going to offer them some surrender terms. Open communications." The ensign complied nervously. "Allanean armed forces, this is Captain Brian Hendricks of Copiosa Scotian Naval vessel RR-1092, offering to accept your surrender under the following conditions:

One: The Allanean military will be reduced to a number not exceeding thirty-five men.

Two: You will accept Copiosa Scotia's total sovereignty over your homeland and overseas possessions.

Three: You will pay full reparations for all losses suffered by the nations you unjustly provoked into attacking you.

Four: You will not try to argue your way out of condition three.

Five: You will detonate all remaining nuclear weapons in their silos.

Six: You will pay full reparations for all monetary losses I suffered on this mission while playing poker with my crew.

Seven: You will send me something decent to eat. Our ship's cook doesn't know cayenne from brown sugar.

So, yeah. That's all I've got. You have... er... ten minutes to accept."
Question: Do dwarfs count as one-half or one person?

OOC: uh oh... too many people wanting to claim allanea! Fight fight fight!!!

OOC: uh oh... too many people wanting to claim allanea! Fight fight fight!!!
No, we will not resort to violence.

Rock-Paper-Scissors games will be held on consecutive Sundays until a winner emerges. Standard 2 out of 3 game. I will referee the game.

(OOC: Five million solidiers stuck on the mainland... and bombing into Iron Age != conquering. Works for me.)

That does it for our bit. Mission accomplished, the ships of the QACF pack up their toys and go home with a quick admonition to Allanea to behave and a quick suggestion to the other fleets to maybe pack it up and go home.

Still, the QACF has no authority on the fleets of its allies, so...

Upon reviewal of various terms, we support the Sentient Peoples' terms, with the addition that compensation will be payed to every last dwarf killed by Allaneans. If no money can be scraped together, it will be taken.

(OOC: Five million solidiers stuck on the mainland... and bombing into Iron Age != conquering. Works for me.)

That does it for our bit. Mission accomplished, the ships of the QACF pack up their toys and go home with a quick admonition to Allanea to behave and a quick suggestion to the other fleets to maybe pack it up and go home.

Still, the QACF has no authority on the fleets of its allies, so...

The 18th Fleet shall remain in orbit over Allanea to oversee reconstruction and formation of a competent government.

The 18th Fleet shall remain in orbit over Allanea to oversee reconstruction and formation of a competent government.

The 18th fleet will be in orbit for a very, very long time then.

The 18th fleet will be in orbit for a very, very long time then.
So be it. Hell, we'll even step in and slap Allanea's wrist if we have to.

We accept Sentient People's terms.

The 10 gravitics, having no other place to go where they could legitimately annoy a population with disco music, moved back over Allanea, their dreadful tunes carrying for miles.

The Imperatrix wouldn't have had it any other way.

The six hour deadline came and went, the S.P.S.S. Anglachel orbiting by overhead. It did not fire. Allanea did not burn. The Allanean surrender was accepted.

[ooc: I'm assuming that due to the surrender to Sentient Peoples, the Allanean tanks have stopped. If they haven't....there is a reason why Goobergunchia retains five atomic bombs.]

Diplomatic Communique
{
From: Office of the President, Liberal Unitary Republic of Goobergunchia
To: Remnants, United States of Allanea
CC: Federation of Sentient Peoples
{
Pursuant to Goobergunchian law, I hereby declare that the state of war between the United States of Allanea and the Liberal Unitary Republic of Goobergunchia has ceased to the Allanean surrender to the Federation of Sentient Peoples.
}
}

OOC:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=6842491#post6842491

This thread is the continuation of the Federation's involvement with Allanea.

Lengthening as it decelerated from beyond the speed of mass less particles, the Dead Air slammed into a high orbit of Allanea. A blister of objects on its underside, a dozen in all, burst, scattering the satellites out, and it slammed its engines on once more, disappearing back to… wherever it went. Sparking to life, they satellites spoke;

“See now the price of unruly and infirm government! Let all watch the fall of Allanea and let it remind them that Democracy does not work when the population are idiots. In the ashes of the fallen of Allanea, write in great letters; Here lies the ‘freedoms’ of the Allaneans. Ashes to ashes, and dreams to dust.”

Μ: You’ve got serious impulse control problems you know that?
Γ: What can I say, it’s about time someone burnt those bastards.
Ω: You could have done it yourself you know…
Γ: Yeah, well, they got there first.
Ω: It’s better than loquacious gloating over the work of others.

Capitalizm at work. Two Hack Capitalizts in a cafe.

"What a mess."

"Ayup."

"Gives me an idea..."

"Wuh?"

"Well... they're iron age, right?"

"Yeah."

"And they've got a... surplus... of iron, right?"

"Yeah."

"Give them random crap they'll need... like pipes for plumbing, in exchange for the iron."

"Um... iron's worthless."

"Technically, it's not. It's just not worth much. So we mark up our stuff 500%, call it a fee for accepting trade, and we can still work out a nice profit."

"And charge for the removal of the iron."

"Bonus..."

Very OOC: I have no place in this thread, I realize, but I want to specifically address Allanea (and everyone else while I'm at it) on one point. Xanthal's strongest suit in the realm of space warfare is its defensive ability. Shields, armor, and even gravitational control systems all add up to one hell of a defense and yes, have limited offensive applications as well. However, I have been disappointed with the poor roleplaying associated with Xanthalian shield technology. Xanthalian shields are incredibly powerful. Some of the best available. But shields only go so far. They cannot defend against all types of attack, and break down over time. A ship equipped with the best Xanthalian shields can stand up to an all-out assault from a fleet of ships for five or ten minutes, perhaps fifteen. Keep in mind though, that the system necessary to operate such shields is incredibly large. Only ships of capital size can house the mechanism and power it. The most powerful shields available for smaller ships, the Type X variety, are not layered as the infamous Type Z's are. They are excellent for keeping things together while an enemy is eliminated, but they can by no means stand up to a heavy assault for an extended period of time. Even the Type Y and Z shields have limitations which are ignored or poorly-represented by players like Allanea.
The point, I suppose, is this: having a ship with Xanthalian-made shields is great, but it does not make you invincible. Keep it real, and don't embellish their power.

Also very OOC: Another drawback of Xanthalian shields is that few nations recognize the existence of Xanthal. On a purely logical basis, if a nation does not exist in the time-space continuum, neither can anything it exports. Just another thing folks should keep in mind before they install such systems on their spacedyships.

Menelmacar: More space nations recognize me than don't. It's a fact.

Menelmacar: More space nations recognize me than don't. It's a fact.

Have you conducted a survey?

The Ctan: No, it's more of a realistic guess that I'm going to pass off as a fact because I'm confident it is a fact. But, as I said before, I don't really belong in this thread and I've already posted too much. I'll leave now.