NationStates Jolt Archive

On the dark side of Pluto waited the ever impatient and hot headed Riok Draconis, of the Carrier 'War Machine'. The very Riok who led his men fiercely in the first conflicts of the war, and the very same Riok named 'Hell's Cyborg' for his charge on a heavily entrenched enemy. That resulted in a staggering 80% causality rating. The very same Riok that lost his left arm and right eye in that same charge. As his ship 'War Machine' and it's crew drifted on the edge of Terran space they wondered if they'd ever get to see combat again.

"Sir, you ain't gonna believe this, listen to this," the ensign then put the message of the comms and waited for orders.

"Orders down from Vinegaroon, sir." The communications technician aboard the destroyer's practically identical room tears off the onionskin that comes off the official teletype and hands it to the waiting hand of Commander Keith Lent, commanding officer of Atta Sexdens. Looking over it quickly, he immediately barks to his helmsman: "Helm, calculate full gravitic intercept of Contact Juliet-Two and execute. Executive, set the ship at Alert Condition One."

After picking up that comm Riok nearly kissed every soldier in there, on the mouth nonetheless. "Ensign, were are those coordinates?"

"I don't know sir?"

"WELL find out!"

As the ensign looked for any possible freindlies in the are he encounterd what migh be the enemy, "Sir, I have a strange reading coming from near Mars."

"Ok, then what are you waiting for, jump to Mars, ensign."

"Yes, sir, as you command, sir." The ensign then laid in coordinates for the enemy ship and resumed his duties with a new found vigor.

Riok had been waiting all this time for the enemy to pop up and to his luck and pleasure, the enemy showed right up in his lap, he felt overwhelmed and ecstatic, just like a little school girl. But this 'school girl' had the largest carrier in the fleet and the most experienced crew as well, so that 'school girl' could whip any enemy, anywhere, anytime, even on the enemies home turf.

"God, I love the smell of war in the morning."

"Sir, I belive it's 16:32 hours, sir."

"Whatever, just jump."

And as the carrier 'War Machine' made her jump from the orbit of pluto to the orbit of mars, it left behind an eireily bueatiful flash.

It was at that moment that 'War Machine' jumped onto the scene ready and decked for combat.

Comm to Enemy Ship:
"Well, well, well, If it ain't the big bad boogy man, I'm here to wipe you out you pathetic maggots, you'll all die, if you surrender now you might die later, hahahahaha."

Open Comm:
"So Captain, you want me to take care of this, I'm ichin for a fight."

The tiny golf ball sized spy satellite drifted endlessly on its orbit around the ninth planets tiny icy mass. On board a dozen intricate systems forever scanned for artificial radiation’s while the entire surface acted as an active lens. Unlike most ZMI systems it used a nano mechanical computer, lacking the energy state processor its thoughts were slow, and simple. Data was gathered constantly and every few hours the tiny golf ball would spin up a UV laser and pulse it to a slightly larger but completely dark satellite, this retransmitted the data the first satellite gathered again to much further out to a standard ZMI navigation bouy. The bouy a bulky little automated space station a little under 20 metres long was in constant near real time contact with the ZMI data net. As the golf ball sized satellite picked up the war vessels entering Pluto space and transmitted it to the retransmission satellite a dozen data flags where already on the packet. By the time it reached the ZMI main Earth system real time data sphere over six dozen humans had been contacted. They in turn contacted there superiors who soon reported to the Board and the central gestalt.


Logistics estimates were made, risk evaluation was taken. Information that could possibly be worth something to someone somewhere was now attainable for a minimal cost.


Transit shock bubble’s ripped through space as a sleek ZMI recon cruiser Squadron entered real space 2 AU away from the “war machine” their slick active surfaces doing there best to mirror the radiation that the stellar background would give off while there massively shielded drives acted to hide there own mass signatures from the outside world. They slowly using nothing but the odd burst of lased photon thrusters moved into position. Then the active skins seemed to boil for a few moments as the cruisers rained out a literal hail of passive sensors and microscopic smart dust sensors.

OOC: Draconis Federation, while I enjoy a good fight, it has to be for a good IC reason, just having your ship's captain telepathically reading the mind of another ship's bridge from god knows how far away, then attacking for no reason while even trying any other possible option. I'm asking you do not bother posting in this thread again, if you'd like asecond chance TG and we'll talk about it.
(OOC: Bite me newb, I changed my posts to fit your liking)

(OOC: Flaming people is generally not a good idea. Flaming people in a thread that a moderator is actively participating in is not only not a good idea, it can almost be defined as patently "looking for trouble." Additionally, as I stated earlier, that transmission you intercepted was between two people talking to each other in a room far, far, far, far away from you. Reasonably, you have absolutely no reason to be here. 5CN does, because he actually intercepted a real, open transmission. That being said...)
(OOC: I;m not flamin, I just don't like it when people correct me when I'm in a rush."

"Sir, it seems that seconds after we jumped unknown ships entered orbit of pluto, what are your orders."

"God damn it, ask the captain of that ship if he needs our assistance, if not, then we return to pluto and intercept this possible threat."

"Yes sir, right away, sir."

Closed link Comm:
"Captain of unknown Earth ship, if our assistance is not needed, we must return to Pluto, please respond."

Confirmed captain. Captain Alex Saunders sat deep in the bowls of the ZMSF Sales Ploy staring at his communications officers in a near rictus of horror. “You’re telling me” Saunders said a faint sort of insane grin playing across his face, that the CO of that carrier is in fact aboard a fighter craft? “Yes sir” the communications officer continued “We have also determined from the um highly aggressive transmissions towards among other’s Kzinti ships,” at that Saunders firmly lowered his face into his palms, “that the carrier falls into the neo barbarian political identity is a definite” . Sanders eye’s narrowed, “well can’t sell anything to Neo barbs and they sure as hell don’t do anything for the markets, Central analysis what’s your verdict? The black suited Int-Sec officer replied “We can’t learn anything really sir from the ships construction or its shield configuration, the fighters show some mildly interesting flight patterns apart from that its of negligible importance and of low profit,”. Weapons? “Sir we’ve been sitting out here for five hours now, I could paint every segment of that ship blindfolded and we’ve watched her shields cycle and its bandwidth limits, everything in at least the first salvo should get through. We also can give you a 80% chance that we can nail this neo barb commander unless his squadron are willing to sacrifice themselves on our Star Slams.” “Very well weapons standby, this is Saunders to the Squadron all ships ready salvo, predetermined pattern 4 were shooting hopeing for a cripple and running gentlemen, deploy secondary data retransmits and fire”

The recon cruisers though woefully lightly armed in energy weapons still carried nearly a full compliment of missiles, and in this case it was ZMI Grand Slam ship killers each carrying 18 20 Megaton penetrator compressed electron warheads that now hissed through space, there huge drive wake rippling starlight around them as they screamed to target as over 230 of them issued forth from the 6 cruisers in the flotilla. While 3 AU gave the enemy time to spot and go to alert, it also gave the missiles time to accelerate all the way up to .6 of C. Next a cornucopia of decoys, false shock bubble generators and passage denial mines spread out of the ships bays, now open to space as the stealth systems went offline. Finally a singly barrage of Star Slam smart counter fighter kinetic kill missiles hissed out of there launch rails at a little over .4 of C. They were small, and there initial acceleration would give them an edge. Then suddenly the ZMISF ships shock bubbled out leaving nothing more than six twisted knots of starlight.

The missiles raced on through space saturated by smart dust, mini satellites and now huge counter measure and decoy units. This once silent space was suddenly filled with a cacophony of active sensors, fake shock bubble drives, target lights and bursts of electromagnetic and exotic energy across the entire spectrum all as the missile salvo ripped its way to target, the “War Machines” main hanger decks.

The missiles raced on through space saturated by smart dust, mini satellites and now huge counter measure and decoy units. This once silent space was suddenly filled with a cacophony of active sensors, fake shock bubble drives, target lights and bursts of electromagnetic and exotic energy across the entire spectrum all as the missile salvo ripped its way to target, the “War Machines” main hanger decks.
As the missiles made their way closer the 'War Machine' activated all it's turrets and launched an impressive counter. Each of War Machine's cannons let out a barrage of explosive shrapnel rounds. And as the shrapnel collided with the missiles, every last missile was destroyed. With this out of the way, Riok launched a volley of missiles himself and continued to launch his fighters. But unfortunately for the enemy these missiles were the dreaded 'Skipper' missiles, nearly impossible to counter, except for by a fighter in solo combat. And as those missiles raced toward the enemy ship, they targeted the enemies command deck and missile tubes.

It was then over the comms that a quite annoying voice came on, it was none other then Riok himself, "Surprised that this Carrier has artillery? Thought so, you'll have to do better then that. Oh and about my missiles, sorry you don't have any fighter, hahahahahahaha." The comms then cut off but Riok continued to laugh uncontrollably in the armored core of 'War Machine'.

((OOC An open statement to Draconis

Your over aggressive, your characters ..are paper thin, your ships lack description or reason. Your state is small and could not hope to technologically challenge mine yet alone build a missile intercept system capable of destroying an entire incoming barrage who’s overwhelming nature was only to counter your own unwillingness to take reasonable losses to others.

You made the cardinal mistake of leaving a carrier without cover or escort, and your CO is flying a fighter which is on the face of it ridiculous. Carriers while I accept them having point defence do not unless otherwise stated carry what you termed “artillery”.

I will accept the severely unlikely actions you have just role-played due to my own rash actions and I wish to apologise to those using this thread for proper role-play for my inability to control the need I have to smack you over the head with a fish.

Even taking this into account you fail to understand the situation. Your CO, who is now flying directly into the barrage I might add, still has a spread of Star Slams launched by six cruisers (admittedly weapons light by there recon and stealth natures) targeting just him.

Your missile salvo is shooting open space and decoys as my cruiser squadron has already withdrawn and just in case you think of revenge you still have no IC idea who launched the attack nor a way to find out as no oddly enough I do not print neat labels upon weapons to be used by a stealth cruiser squadron that could be used for “black” operations. Though in theory I suppose tests could show that I produced the weapons I do roleplay a mercenary nation who does sell arms and counter measures, the only material evidence you have of the attack.

In future I doubt contact will be made between our nations. If any further aggressive actions happen upon your part where I am present I will not hesitate to bring the full ability of my nation upon you or, if your actions justify it, simply ignoring you.

I warn you the attitude and actions you showed here do not bode well for your future which will if you carry on end up with you (A) being ignored or (B) being turned into a smoking crater. Gooday.


/OOC))

((OOC An open statement to Draconis

Your over aggressive, your characters ..are paper thin, your ships lack description or reason. Your state is small and could not hope to technologically challenge mine yet alone build a missile intercept system capable of destroying an entire incoming barrage who’s overwhelming nature was only to counter your own unwillingness to take reasonable losses to others.

You made the cardinal mistake of leaving a carrier without cover or escort, and your CO is flying a fighter which is on the face of it ridiculous. Carriers while I accept them having point defence do not unless otherwise stated carry what you termed “artillery”.

I will accept the severely unlikely actions you have just role-played due to my own rash actions and I wish to apologise to those using this thread for proper role-play for my inability to control the need I have to smack you over the head with a fish.

Even taking this into account you fail to understand the situation. Your CO, who is now flying directly into the barrage I might add, still has a spread of Star Slams launched by six cruisers (admittedly weapons light by there recon and stealth natures) targeting just him.
/OOC))
OOC: Ok preety much my carrier is Battle Star Gallactia stlye, but up to date. And who said I didn't loose any men, I lost pilots, but none of the missles reached my hull. Well chances are that I'll miss a few hits, but then again thats your role. Yes then chances are I might get hit, but any way lets get on with the bloody game.

[OOC, You sir are a joke,[strongbad voice] IGNORED [/strongbad voice] and for pities sake READ WHAT YOU WRITE you damn fool. Fool, joke ..get it? aaaand Im done. /OOC]

[OOC, You sir are a joke,[strongbad voice] IGNORED [/strongbad voice] and for pities sake READ WHAT YOU WRITE you damn fool. Fool, joke ..get it? aaaand Im done. /OOC]
OOC: Quit bitchin and launch some missles allready.

Riok, then gaped in awe as all seven of his Skipper missles missed their mark and exploded harmlessly behind the ship. "What just happend?"

"Uh, I don't know commader, the Skipper missles just seemed to abort at the last second."

"Well then find out, and recompinsate."

"Yes, sir"

Riok enfuriated, ordered a volley from the turrets to see if it would have any effect on the enemy ship.