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All Knootian Defence Force vessels in range of the Sol system began issuing a general hail to all other ships in range,

“This is a general call to all combat-capable vessels in reach of Mars regardless of nationality, political allegiance or alliance standing. A swarm of combat creatures of extragalactic origin has entered the Sol system and is about to attack Mars and it might not stop there. Our Prime Minister nos Círdan is requesting all possible assistance from any combat-capable vessel in range. She requests that the fleets will rendez-vouz on the following coordinates…”

OOC:
Please see this thread on the Mars boards.
Thread: The great devourer lands on Mars (http://s4.invisionfree.com/The_Planet_Mars/index.php?showtopic=424)

Midway between Mars and Sol, a small Bio Probe picks up the transmissions..
Since the transmission are in a format it is unfamiliar with, it transmits the pickup to its Mothership, currently in orbit around Earth, on a diplomatic mission.

The hail was received in the Headquarters for Lietuv Intelligence Command, or LITCOM, underground the Eledhwen Palace. After it was read by top-ranking officials in the complex, an emergency report was sent to the desk of the Director of Intelligence, Adrian Weston. The aging Weston, though still very healthy and active, was once President of Lietuveska, the former nation in which many emigrated to Etaros after the Lietuv War of Succession, leaving others to die. Weston had actually served as a Brigadier General in the War, and was very well-versed on military and intelligence matters, thus his high-ranking position. His office was in the largest one of the complex, raised up above the Strategy Hall. Basically a glass encasement, he could observe the entire room, as well as nearby offices that were situated on the walls. These offices were those of high-ranking officials within the Defense Ministry or LITCOM. (LITCOM serves under the Ministry of Defense)

As soon as the hail was received, Adrian Weston became distracted by a considerable upswing in noise from the room below. Seconds later, he heard a loud knocking upon his door. "Enter," he proclaimed. His second-in-command was huffing as if he had run the 500-yard dash, and began to break a visible sweat. Adrian doubted this was due to the running, and presumed it was the apparent bad news he had to offer. "I just got this from downstairs," he said, still trying to catch his breath. Adrian took the folder, and opened it. In it were snapshots of pictures. A red planet, being surrounded by a massive fleet with strange-looking ships. He read further into the report, with the Knootian hail being on top. He studied this momentarily, and frowned. "We have no space fleet, Colonel Bryers, you know that." Col. Bryers nodded his head slowly, fully recovered from the shortness of breath. "I know, sir, but I think it would be best to find a way to Mars. Several fleets are supposed to be heading off to Mars soon. If we contacted them to get a few ships over here ASAP and pay them back for it later, it might do something to help." Adrian went over this in his mind, attempting to find the best solution. He desired to help. Losing friends to some crackpot hive fleet was not his idea of a successful day. "Very well. I will contact the Erasito and suggest what you have suggested to me. God willing, we will aid in the protection of Mars. We just need a little help." This last sentence was said with absolute disgust. Weston had been lobbying the government for decades to start building a space navy, and now they were having to rely on others to try to help out. The end would result would be a liability, he thought wryly.

The message was sent to the Erasito, and he read it. Immediately a general hail was sent to all nations in range, as far as Jupiter of the Sol System.

GENERAL HAIL FROM ETAROS

Priority: Extreme
Message Subject: Mars Invasion

To all space-faring nations within considerable range of Earth:

In an apparent hostile assault on Mars, a fleet of strange alien vessels, origin assumed to be extragalatic, have begun surrounding the Red Planet in tight orbit. The situation, at best, is volatile. A battle is inevitable, but a lack of help from those of the Sol system may render Mars already destructed.. It is imperative we assist in any way possible. However, the United Kingdom of Etaros lacks basic necessities to get to the Red Planet. If our help is wanted, we request any nation, regardless of political affiliation or alliance, to get us to Mars. It is our intention to send ground troops in order to aid in the resistance of hostile alien invaders that may attempt to ground themselves on Mars. God willing,

Ëtaros Eledhwen
Erasito of the United Kingdom of Etaros

(OOC: Copied over from the Mars Boards, then...for reference. And because I'd rather do this here than there...)

IC:

Flag Bridge, RSN Changer's Way, Holding Pattern, Sol Station, Sol

Daniel Cook frowned as he heard the hail replayed over his command circlet's earpiece, then swore as he thought it over. Almost at that moment, his Chief of Staff looked up at him with an alarmed look in her eyes.

Daniel nodded slowly, confirming her fears. "Yes, Abby. This 'Swarm of Extra-galactic creatures' sounds a whole lot like Tyranids..."

A shiver ran up Daniel's spine, and he stared straight ahead.

"Comm, get me a line to Fleet Admiral Michaels and Fourth Fleet. They're only a jump from Apache, if I remember correctly."

Jane Vickers nodded her cornsilk blonde head, and her fingers moved deftly over the comm board. "Sir, live line."

Daniel nodded his head once, then began to speak...

"Admiral Michaels, find piggybacked on this wave a recording of a general-frequency hail originating from vessels of the Knootian Defense Force. We have reason to believe that the creatures the hail refers to are Tyranids.

Zayne, we have allies on Mars. We can't just let them die. Hop on into Sol and get over here.

Rear Admiral Daniel Cook, CO RSN Sol Station. Cook Clear."

The line was cut and the message was off, bouncing along a whole two drive-sats until it reached the ears of Fleet Admiral Zayne Michaels, CO RSN Fourth Fleet.
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RSN Fourth Fleet

The RNS Ascendant was one of the four massive Fortress Ships that were, perhaps, the most obvious symbols of the Revenian Star Navy. She was Fourth Fleet's flagship, and on her spacious flag bridge, a certain message was just now reaching the ears of the Admiral whose flag she bore.
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Zayne Michaels swore. He swore fluently and exhaustively, and kept it up for a full minute. He probably only repeated himself twice.

Then he straightened his collar, finger-combed his hair, and set about business.

"Ted, general order to fleet. Prepare for transit. We'll be moving straight through Apache, and I don't want to take the time to explain myself to our dear Federated friends, so compose a message and send it off the instant we hit Apache. Then we keep going."

Theodore Ahrens nodded his head, then set to work...

(Skipping ahead...)

Fourth Fleet made transit into Apache. Immediately, a message burst was fired off to explain their presence to the FSP fleet units in the area, then the High Drives were lit, and Fourth Fleet would cross to the next warp point, damn near redlining their drives as they did so.

(Skipping further ahead.)

The two-hundred sixteen ships of the RSN Fourth Fleet made transit into Sol. As one, those ships lit their High Drives and sped off to the rendezvous point.

(OOC: This next bit is for my own reference. Like Fleet Admiral Michaels, I think in words, need to organize my thoughts and so forth.

Revenian Fleet Elements in Sol Active for Response
RSN Fourth Fleet (1 HCBG; 1 CBG; 1 CCG; 1 GFG; 1 SG)
RSN Solar Battle Group (1 HSBL; 1 HSCL)
Three Angel Battle Barges (Storm Angels, Lunar Angels, Frost Angels)
(End)

The Knootian hail is picked up by an RGF repair cruiser, back from fixing a freighter damaged in a collision over earth...

Thelasi War Fleet 03, the Arc-sword fleet was stationed in the asteroid belt, a normally quiet assignment that was mostly centered around gathering intelligence from assets and monitoring situations in the Sol system. Usually it was boring, usually.

Namirin had gotten assigned to the Arc-sword fleet awaiting orders detailing the attack on Allanea. But seeing as how that operation had been halted, he sat here with four fleets, 01 Acharn, 02 Battle Axe, 03 Arc Sword, 04 Glorious. He had a large number of Morchant Tirith, vehicles, fighters, Mecha, and here he was sitting in the middle of goddamn nowhere! Namirin sighed, not much could be done about it.

Standing, Namirin watched as the bridge crew scrambled to decode an incoming message with a “High Priority” tag. It was odd because it was from the Knootian Star Navy, “I didn’t know the Knootians had a star navy to begin with…” Namirin stood watching one of the five view screens as it displayed the message as he sipped a cup of coffee.

He dropped it half-way through the message.

From the outside it suddenly looked like the entire Thelas fleet went into a state of emergency action—not too far from the truth—cargo tenders docked, transferred, then undocked, shuttles ferrying soldiers and crew sped between the ships, and slowly, ever so carefully, the Thelasi fleets began to assume formation.

After formation had been assumed, the Thelasi ships moved forward, they would have to pass by Earth on their way to Mars, Namirin sighed and sent his message,

“This is Force Commander Namirin to Ëtaros Eledhwen, we are en-route to Mars to assist in engaging enemy assets, do you wish for us to pick you up?”

Namirin sent out a second general band transmission,

“To all forces within Sol system, this is Thelasi Task Force One, we are moving to Mars to assist Knootian allied forces. Repeat, we are moving to assist in the defense against unknown assets. We request all data possible on these assailants.

To all allied forces, we do not yet know numbers of make-up of enemy fleets, we are requesting back-up immediately….”

Back on Axara the Thelasi High Command began moving into action, the Fifth fleet was moved from border patrol to Slip-jump to the Sol system. They would exit near Jupiter and move towards Mars, linking up with Task Force One in orbit, unfortunately, it would take them a day or two to get there, the four fleets of Task Force One would have to fend for themselves for the time being.

“I didn’t know the Knootians had a star navy to begin with…” Namirin stood watching one of the five view screens as it displayed the message as he sipped a cup of coffee.

OOC:
And this ignorant petaQ is in charge of your fleets? Being ICly unaware, that an allied (well, sortof, which s a different story altogether) nation with multiple fleets and lotsof Earth-Mars trading actually has a fleet, that is. :p

Deep at the centre for Space Exploration and Development, a Courier taps lightly on the door to Commander Grisomes office and enters.

"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."

The Commander looks up and takes the paper, dismissing the courier with a wave of his hand, and then he begins reading.



GENERAL HAIL FROM ETAROS

Priority: Extreme
Message Subject: Mars Invasion

To all space-faring nations within considerable range of Earth:

In an apparent hostile assault on Mars, a fleet of strange alien vessels, origin assumed to be extragalatic, have begun surrounding the Red Planet in tight orbit. The situation, at best, is volatile. A battle is inevitable, but a lack of help from those of the Sol system may render Mars already destructed.. It is imperative we assist in any way possible. However, the United Kingdom of Etaros lacks basic necessities to get to the Red Planet. If our help is wanted, we request any nation, regardless of political affiliation or alliance, to get us to Mars. It is our intention to send ground troops in order to aid in the resistance of hostile alien invaders that may attempt to ground themselves on Mars. God willing,

Ëtaros Eledhwen
Erasito of the United Kingdom of Etaros

A raised eyebrow is all that signifies the interest now sharpening his senses, with a deliberate movement he flips a switch on his desk.

"Miss Ptarah, could you please draw me up a current listing for the Babylonia and her journey plan?? we might have a possible one off contract."

A few minutes later his secretary comes back,

"Sir, the Babylonia is currently in Earth Orbit, having finished her refit after the tour of the Pleiades."

Grisome nods

"Good, contact the Captain of the Babylonia, and tell him I need to talk to him ASAP, then draft a reply to Etaros.."


An hour or so later, a transmission is sent to Etaros..

Dear prospective customers of Babylonia Cruise Lines,
Thank you for your interest in the cruise of a lifetime! Babylonia would like to offer you this once in a lifetime cruise opportunity to see the beauty of Mars.
Apply now for a greatly reduced rate for large groups!

Commander Grisome, Babylonia Star Cruises

(attached is a large glossy brochure for the Babylonia Cruise Liner)

OOC:
And this ignorant petaQ is in charge of your fleets? Being ICly unaware, that an allied (well, sortof, which s a different story altogether) nation with multiple fleets and lotsof Earth-Mars trading actually has a fleet, that is. :p

OOC: Namirin doesn't do diplmacy, and he had no real reason to worry about the Knootian military, you arn't an enemy after all

Ëtaros was indeed amused at the message, and immediately had his staff order all media outlets in the UKE to not advertise the message. It was reserved for the Lietuv military, and he knew it well. He picked up the phone at his desk and contacted the closest military base, New Itara, and ordered that both divisions stationed there be mobilized. He ordered all generals on-hand to procure supplies from supply depots close by, making sure there were plenty of big guns and rockets to use on the Red Planet. After these quick chores, the Erasito contacted Adrian Weston to inform him of the situation. The two deliberated for a few minutes to determine where the large ship should dock, seeing as there was no space port in the UKE, much less able to handle such a monster. They finally agreed on a large field not far from the capital, and Ëtaros ordered Weston to contact generals and tell them where to transport their troops.

Message to the Babylonia
To Whom It May Concern:

The Lietuv Army is mobilizing as of right now. We must first thank you graciously for aiding us so that we may be able to fight on Mars. I have enclosed coordinates to the spot we are requesting you land your ship. It is a field in a rather secluded spot, about 30 miles north of the capital. Again, thank you and may God be with you.

Ëtaros Eledhwen
Erasito of the United Kingdom of Etaros

At New Itara Army Base, klaxons had sounded with the alarming follow-up message of, "This is not a drill! All units report to their stations ASAP!" A rush had never before been seen by those enlisted in the Lietuv Army, not since Phyrric invaded two decades ago. Two divisions of troops and armored units had begun mobilizing, nearly 20,000 troops. It was assured that the massive amount could fit into the Babylonia comfortably, though space would be a little crammed. The current dilemma facing the Lietuv Army was how to get heavy equipment aboard the cruise liner. Attempts at contacting other nations were proving quite fruitless at the moment, but hopefully someone could save the day. If not, Ëtaros could handle just troops going to Mars. Anything would help...

OOC: I have to go for a few hours, hopefully not much will have changed.

OOC: Following Rev's example... and Rev, there's those... threads.

Allanean Stellar Navy Headquarters

Field Marshal Bennings, Chief of Staff, Allanean Armed Forces, was conducting a routine visit to Allanean Space Command when it happened. Later, in his memoirs, he would refer to the event as a stepping stone in his life. Now, he thought nothing of the private who ran up to him with a fresh fax.

“Field Marshal, we have an urgent emergency message from Mars!” – blurted the young soldier, maybe seventeen years of age, maybe even less. Bennings raised an eyebrow. Everybody knew what he suffered from the Martian nations. It was, in fact, part of the reason he reached this post. Why did anybody even bother approaching him with this message? Yet, he decided to listen.

“Martians?” – asked the Field Marshal – “Why should I care? More importantly, why should we care? Let them all die.”

“It’s apparent that the entire planet is under threat, Sir!” replied the excited boy. “According to the intelligence we have, they are planning to strike against our friends in Noachia!”

The Field Marshal stopped abruptly. This was a completely different game, then. Those creatures – whoever they were – were out to destroy not only Allanea’ enemies, but her friends as well – and despite appearance, there where quite a few of those on Mars. He swore.

“Get a message to Noachia, to Tarasovka, to Menelmacar and Mangala. Get one to the Khristians. “ instructed the Field Marshal. “And inform Congress. We are coming.”

Somewhere in space

The engines of Allanean vessels suddenly came alive. As a first option, merely four battlegroups where sent. Bennings hoped it would be enough. If it wouldn’t, a rescue vessel has also been sent. A very special rescue vessel.

On ship after ship after ship, men ran for battle stations, missiles where armed, and hyperdrives where heated up. A fleet was prepared – one whose nature was directly opposed to that of the Sicarius fleet. Where the civilisation of the attackers was a hive-mind, the Allaneans based their civilisation on individualism. Where the Sicarius creatures emphasized unflinching obedience, Allaneans stood for freedom. And where the alien monsters sought to destroy, the Allaneans thought to protect life.

On Earth, Congress was still debating the minutia of what should be done, but a declaration of war against the terrible creatures was not discussed. They were not sophonts, but rather a terrible race of insect, a pestilence upon the universe. And nobody in his right mind declares wars on bugs. You just… spray them.

On Earth, the United States Marine Corps – the best fighting force Allanea could field was already gearing up for combat. Marines marched by the battalion into the unsated bellies of Kolob-class carriers. The morning sun reflected brightly on the points of thousands of bayonets. And they were proud, for they knew that what they were about to do today was well and truly what Allanea’s army was all about.

Aboard the Miriel nos Feanor

“Are the doctors ready?” – asked Admiral James Petrov, surveying the frantic preparations. His adjutant, a red-haired girl nicknamed by the crew-members ‘Freckles’, blushed.

‘Not really, Admiral. Well, they are ready, but most of them are not surgeons, you know. They are psychiatrists.”

The Admiral stared at her.

“What, Freckles? Psychiatrists?! Why the hell do we have fifteen thousand fricking psychiatrists for, anyhow?”

Freckles shrugged.

“I have no idea, Admiral. Some big-shot in Personnel decided we needed them. I have no clue what for.”

Admiral Petrov stared in complete disbelief in the flocks of men in white who stormed through the halls of the Miriel nos Feanor, arranging thousands of stretchers and cryo-pods.

“You mean we have fifteen thousand psychiatrists aboard the ship and not a single surgeon?”

“Not exactly, Admiral.” corrected Freckles. “five hundred surgeons.”

Petrov slowly regained composure. “Oh well. Those shrinks are still supposed to have some medical skill. Let’s hope they are not needed.”

But he didn’t believe it.

“Prepare a message to Noachia. Tell them a rescue vessel is en route. Tell them to prepare whoever they wish to evacuate for the duration.”

“Aye, aye Sir!” – replied Freckles as she proceeded to type up the message to the Noachian government.

Allanean Stellar Navy Headquarters

Field Marshal Bennings smiled. “Let the music begin”.

Just as he said it, millions of miles away, the four BattleGroups emerged near Noachia. So did the rescue vessel USS Miriel nos Feanor

In the meanwhile, copies of the same message where sent out to all involved paries


To: Whomever it may concern
From: Field Marshal Bennings, Allanean Armed Forces.

Worry not. We come not as enemies, but as friends. In times such as this, we must all band together to defeat an ultimate evil – not to settle old scores.

Official response
We shall mobialise a Fleet immeadiately. It shall include 250 Asguard motherships (Stargate) and 30 Super Star Destroyers. Just send a signal where you want it!
--President Mike Kowalski

TYWS-BB Scolomorph

"More nasties, eh?" Sky Marshal Hayes frowns as she watches the unidentified yellow icons on Scolomorph's strategic indicator display move in like, as has undoubtedly been said before, a swarm. "We're not on very good terms with Santa Barbara, are we?"

Flag General Liebermann shakes his head. "No, ma'am, we aren't."

"And it does look like there's a lot of hardware already being allocated to this threat, ya?"

Another nod. The various red, blue, green, and purple icons filtering in from everywhere indicated that.

"Well." She folds her arms. "Maintain AC-Zero but don't go to EC unless blatant hostile action is taken. StratCom, start getting your brains talking to our Martian allies to coordinate possible defense strategies. FleetCom, direct the third squadron to prepare probes and tempsats for deployment and observation. Comms, get me the SDF, MIDF, and QACF--I have a feeling we're going to have to brainstorm on this one."

The repair cruiser, the RGSV Swamp, immediately goes into high alert. The 500m-long repair cruiser, a compact ship with derricks and arms jutting out from the hull, engines mounted on side pylons, is not meant to go into ship-to-ship combat. While it is heavily armored, it has almost no offensive capability, besides a standard hutchinson effect PD system and light CIWS lasers.

"Attention martian defense forces, this is the RGSV Swamp. We are on hand to provide repairs should you require it, over," says the Insectoid captain from his position in the cockpit.

Several freighters also pick up the Knootian hail, out on the edge of Sol. They fire their engines and head inward towards Earth. All three of the system commodity freighters are about 400 meters long, but much better armed than the repair ship.

Perhaps an independent cruiser or two would arrive later, but a call is put out for a destroyer squadron, since there is a low likleihood of independent cruisers being around sol.

OOC: Might I just remind to all involved that the original thread is on the Martian boards and, as such, all events should be RP'ed there?

Thank you for your attention.

Oh, and Knoot, thank you very much for making the OMG extragalaxy CRITTERS hysteria known throughout the NS forums.

OOC:

I'd request all further IC posts take place in the Mars forums, if that's alright with everyone. Makes things easier for me at least to handle, seeing as I've only just become aware of this thread, and about a minute earlier posted to the Mars boards anyways.


--Teh Nid.

Yes, please. Let this be an OOC thread.

Its really hard for people to keep up on two fronts and a big IC thread was not even my intention. It is easier if we keep IC interactions on the Mars boards. Thank you.

[/preprogrammed statement on request of the Hive Fleet]

There is a very simple solution....BLOW THEM UP. or put sugar in to their fuel tanks. Mekonia has a fleet of space cats that can infultrate the aliens hual and do some serious damage. In an act of faith Mekonia will send a bragade of SCs to your aid. However be fore warned..if used in the wrong cat-pacity(sorry coun't resist) they are programmed to self destruct. Equally if they get over excited they can be controlled with (flying) saucers of milk.

Arual Mekonia
:mp5:

ooc: So, um.....if I want to partake in this happy fun time die before the 'nid hordes of death, I'll have to register unto the Mars boards.....? How bothersome.

Note: I'll be rendering assistance unto Santa Nochia, since they're the ones getting attack. I'm not particularily interested in the well being of anyone else on Mars.

Ok, since its not on NS I'll withdraw support.