NationStates Jolt Archive

Admiral Ralf Dukakis looked with satisfaction at the fleet of construction and engineering vessels that were displayed on his shield. They were mostly private vessels subcontracting for the construction of the biggest yet project in Allanean history - known in military documents as Project Heinlein. It was so huge that it would take the mutual efforts of ceveral nations to complete. And it would begin, today.

Already, on his main observation screen and radar screens, he saw swarms of little vessels moving swiftly to begin the titanic job of constructing the Allanean part of the project - a five-kilometer-long "arm" of of an immense cross-like station, spinning majestically in a heliocentric orbit half-way between the Earth and the Asteroid Belt of Sol. In time, it would become a military strongpoint for Allanea and her allies. The five-kilometer arm could - and would - carry at least enough facilities and supplies for an entire battle group of the United States Stellar Navy, and, thought Dukakis, so probalby would the other arms supply the equivalent units of other navies.

Project Heinlein would indeed be a force to be recounted with. Even now, he thought, Neo-Mekantan and Central Facehuggerian vessels were moving in to reinforce him, and Indran and Metallinauti forces were getting ready to start. He reached for his micropohne and spoke:

"Everybody, this is Grand Admiral Ralf Dukakis. I hereby declare the Heinlein Project officially open.

OOC: Just a short post to kick it off...

Colonel Gerhard Bose was a seasoned combat officer with a heavily scarred face to indicate the ammount of battles he had seen over his fifty-six years of compaigns in the Indran Armed services. He had sent thirty of those years on Destroyers, Battlecruisers, Battleships, even as XO on the very first Phaeralon Flagship Class vessel, the Phaeralon. With the Decimation behind them, there were very few of them left. The Decimation, as the event was being called, had apparently killed slightly more than 98% of the Indran Population. Every planetary system had been left intact, but most if not all of the facilities once belonging to the Indran Civilization were erased from existance. Only a few places still existed, The Pleasure Planet Rhetalia and its space station, the Shipyards at the Cone Nebula, the Triangulum Facilities and now this new space station that is going to be his next command after he constructs it. Of course he missed the battle, and the adrenaline that came with the war efforts, but he knew he had to be able to mold to another duty in the process with the severe shortage of personnel. High Command gave him a treat of sorts, for his dedication to the service even after the catastrophy.

Colonel Bose looked out the window on the Obs Deck at the Moderate sized convoy that followed behind the Dark Star, his command ship. Most of the vessels following his ship of war, were civilian construction vessels converted to carry the necessary supplies to construct their new battlestation. According to the Information provided by the ESUS Central Command, it was supposed to be individual arms for six different nations, Indra Prime included. His gaze slowly swept across the vessels that were trailing until finally coming to rest on one bulky cargo vessel that was being guarded by three Relativity Class Temporal Destroyers. That vessel was the key to the entire operation. In its hold, was a pair of very valuable Temporal Phase Coils that would be used in construction of the new generation Temporal Core. He spent one final moment looking at that vessel then swept his gaze once more across the vessels he commanded before departing to head back to the Command Deck. Times were tough, but by God, they were going to succeed.

Message sent to Indra Prime:

The Empire would like to contribute resources to this project. Just send supply ships to our facilities in solar polar lagrange orbit. We have been mining all the belts for over 300 years and have plenty of resources.

When you are approaching, beware the Gravity Scoups and any possible incomming resource pods. It would hurt if they hit someone.



OOC:

Indra is the only nation I might know that has posted so far. That is the reason I contacted them.

OOC: But I can use the resources too, right?

Message sent to Balrogga Resource Collector Commander:

The is Colonel Gehard Bose of the Dark Star We appreciate the offer of additional resources, they will greatly be appreciated by all involved. With the destruction of most of our facilities on our worlds, the additional resources will make things a helluva lot easier and we wont have to scrap certain aspects of this project. I am dispatching two Triangulum Class Destroyers, the Buenos Aires and the Santiago to rendesvous at your Solar Collector Station. They are armed, but most of their interior storage has been cleared to make room for additional supplies. They will be sure to not interfere with any ongoing collection operation the station is currently undergoing. Again, we sincerely appreciate your offer and everyone here will be very pleased with the additional resources. Bose OUT.

Near the Allanean section of the Project, a frenzy of activity was taking place. Hundreds of small civilian craft spun around the place where the future station was to be, like mechanical colored bees. In the air hung five decommissioned Capsule Corporation Kryptonite crusiers, which were slowly ripped apart, their remnants used to give life to the new station. Somewhere, a chlorophusion reactor, sometimes, a piece of armor, and sometimes, some spare bits of wire and metal. Grand Admiral Dukakis looked on content as the old ships were torn to bits to give life to some thing new and - in his mind - superior. Dukakis had always opposed the purchase of the Kryptonite class by the United States Stellar Navy. Now that they were replaced by the Porcupine-series cruisers, the Grand Admiral was happy. "The boys," he said to his associates and staff officers, "Deserved better. The boys got it." And so today, when he oversaw the scrapping of the first ships of this class, made him very happy. It was probably intentional, he thought. The United States Government has honored it's faithful servant with a task he had always wanted to perform. And he would perform it well.

He smiled at Colonel Bose's ships and greeted them, sending a crate of Kentucky whiskey for the Colonel. It was going to be a new beginning for Allanea, for Indra Prime, for ESUS. A good beginning.

OOC: A bit late, but I've been occupied with other RPs. My apologies.

Heinlein station was going to be a big project, on par with the construction of an Imperial Capital ship of the line. It would require entirely new feats in engineering and integration, with the section’s systems having to connect flawlessly with those of the other, allied sections. Building the thing would be comparatively easy, it would be operating it properly that would be a problem.

Construction units buzzed and droned around the construction site of the Facehuggerian section like bees, each with a designated task. Whether it be hauling bits of the superstructure or carefully placing virt canisters, each vessel from the smallest maintenance flitters to the massive fifteen klick haulers moved like carefully choreographed dancers. Each going about their tasks with an efficiency that seemed wholly unnatural.

That efficiency took the careful ministrations of dozens of separate artificial minds to form, and the direction of one Overseer Marlan to maintain. Yet, that effort was not in vain. Soon, his segment of the station would be complete, and the task of arming and equipping the station could commence.

A great, hulking Adjudicator class destroyer hovered near the site, protecting it from any foe who would dare to attack. The ship itself, the ISV Kane was a bloodied veteran of many wars. Her hallowed weapons had eradicated Elf and Demon, Tyranid and Zerg throughout the centuries of service. Her crew functioned like a well oiled machine, with each person from the Captain to the lowliest cook knew their tasks and performed it readily. They offered no quarter and expected none. Woe unto to those who attack the Empire.

Meanwhile, at Opterra, a great transport slipped from the docking moor. It was loaded to the brim with weapons, and escorted by hundreds of fighters along with several mercenary capital ships. It carried the final pieces of the puzzle that the Imperial portion of Heinlein station would need to be truly completed. The power cores and weaponry.

Supply ships continued to dock at the SOLAR Station to load the required componants. Several Mobile Factories were moved into the vacinity to assins in the manufacture of the station's componants.

OOC: I on the other hand have been occupied by overly long shifts at work due to being short on staff...

In their designated position within the asteroid belt, five transparent orange gates opened, moving through real space to leave stationary in their wake the ships that had been travelling. Simultaneously aboard the five ships, the dull feminine voice of the onboard AIs stated, "Exiting hyperspace."

Almost as simultaneously were remarks by the crewman of each ship, thanking whatever poowers that be that the journey was over or complaining about spending the last several days straight in hyperspace without any layovers at all on the way. Surely there were plenty of destinations between home and here that could have bore stopping off at.

Four of the ships were frigates - not the latest model, perhaps fiftieth generation instead of fifty-fifth, but outwardly similar to most of the frigates fielded by the Dominion, and of course each precisely eight hundred meters in length. As of late the ships seemed to get redesigned nearly twice a decade now, at least in standard years. Nonetheless they still retained their distinctive crystaluminum hulls that glittered in the bright light of Sol and the much fainter light of the stars further away.

The fifth ship, on the other hand, was no more than a resource barge - but the difference here was that it was larger than a battlecruiser, nearly a battleship hull in fact, and handily dwarfed the frigates. All the ships remained where they were after exiting hyperspace. There was no need to adjust position; the Dominion had long since gotten FTL travel down to an exact science, among so many other disciplines. But then, with an empire that had under its belt untold millenia of existance and its presence in more than one galaxy to many extents (and was outright the sole inhabitant of its home galaxy), such was to be expected - especially with much lost technology being regained.

Ever so slowly, the outer hull of the barge began to split open - the top, bottom and sides all cracked apart as if on seams, and slowly began to float away from the ship. Once they were far enough away, briefly visible flame came from the edges of each identical hull section - thrusters had been built into them. Not terribly powerful, but powerful enough. And extremely inexpensive. The hull sections repositioned themselves, and in a matter of minutes stacked upon each other and came to a complete stop. The inner hull of the ship, when looked at from a distance, vaguely resembled a silvery circuit board with exquisitely detailed golden etching that seemed to shift from one moment to the next. After a short period of time - seconds, now, not minutes - even that shifted enough to show open bays designed for fighter-class ships, perhaps a dozen of them, perhaps two dozen. More bays became visible after several more seconds, these large enough to fit a corvette in, and one on the underside of the cylindrical barge seemed almost big enough to fit one of the frigates into.

Some of the bays began to issue forth not ships, but materials in various forms - ranging anywhere from sections of inner hull latticework to the smallest components, though much of the smaller ones came in ship-sized packages of various sorts. The smaller bays seemed to let loose a swarm of gnats, little grayish dots that would be identifiable as crewmen in EVA armor only on close inspection. Naturally, of course, flights of interceptors and smaller drones launched, but they did rather little than fly around and burn fuel. No one in their right mind would cause trouble out here. Not with four frigates nearby. Not in this system, which seemed to have heavy military patrols throughout but no fighting between them at all. The frigates also launched their interceptors, and to kill time, the two differing styles of interceptors would conduct mock combat or try to show off various maneuvers.

The individuals in their EVA suits got to work as they always did - building stations was nothing new, as the Dominion was made up almost entirely of them rather than occupied worlds - but this one wasn't just business as usual, though all acted as if it was. And as they worked, the usual chatter on a wide spectrum of conversation went between the individuals flying through space, who did it because they knew no other life, those who would prefer ships without artificial gravity because gravity wells felt unnatural to them. Many discussed what the possible purposes of a station all the way out -here- was, and some commenting that it was 'about damned time the Dominion got a foothold in the Milky Way'. Some considered that this might be a military station of some type; others, a trade station; still others, research, or perhaps simply residential.

All agreed that, out of all the contracts their company had ever gotten from the Dominion itself, this was the first where they'd had a military escort of anything bigger than a corvette - let alone frigates. And all agreed that this was far and away the highest-paying contract they'd ever worked.

OOC: Crystal Palais, if you wish to RP in Sol long-term, please downplay your power level... I don't mind it, but most Sol nations WILL think that battlecruisers 6-8km in length are a bit excessive. Especially as your bit of the station is 5 km long...

IC:

This is Admiral Ralpf Dukakis. Welcome to Sol, Ladies and Gentlemen. You will find that the Indra Prime, Allanean and Central Facehuggerian modules are already under construction. I hope that our cooperation will prove fruitful.

Ralf Dukakis smiled at the immense forms approaching Heinlein Station. Those ESUS nations were beginning to prove worthy allies to the Allaneans. The least Allanea could do was return the favor, in part by helping ESUS increase it's power in Sol. That gratefulness, in turn, would entice ESUS to help Allanea in the future. Friendship, thought Ralf, had a practical side to it.

The cloud of civilian ships orbiting the Allanean section did not even pause it's incessant motion to greet the Palaisians as thousands of workers, draftstmen, engineers, pilots and managers worked on the plant. Most of them new they were part of a new page of history - they just didn't imagine just jhow great.

OOC: I suck at developement threads.

OOC: Notice that I said it was basically a barge. Barges usually don't have guns. Fighter escorts are normal, but no guns. And do you honestly think I can fit everything for a 5km section of a station inside a ship significantly smaller than that? The mass is the same whether it's several small ships or one larger one really.

OOC: Isn't you battlecruiser also that size? :rolleyes:

OOC: Yes. But this is not a battlecruiser. This is a barge. Please IM me if you have further concerns, we don't need this topic devolving into nothing but OOC chatter.

edit: This is also not a military- or government-owned ship. But I'll explain that at length at some future point though I thought it would be patently obvious if you read the post fully. And frankly if someone doesn't want to RP with me perhaps they would tell me directly, thank you very much.

OOC: CP, I don't have a problem with it, I'm just saying that most of the prominent gamers of Sol will have a problem with it, that's all. The most powerful in terms of level player I know of in Sol uses much smaller ships.

stares balefully at it all

OOC: Please IM me if you have further concerns. And frankly if someone doesn't want to RP with me perhaps they would tell me directly.
What part of this is so hard to understand? I specifically said to quit posting OOC crap as the thread will turn into no more than OOC chatter.

Nevermind, I'm just going to pull out, if it's such a terrible concern. Kindly retcon the above posts.

OOC: Okay. So we got Indira Prime, Allanea, and Central Facehuggeria working on the project, and Balrogga providing aid. Can we now all proceed?

-OOC-
Long post. Little warning: There's some language, some violence, and some nekkid Mekantan. I need the practice at writing again after being gone from Nationstates so long.

-IC-
-Kyore Tsjel'Ketek (Command Darkship) "Ohl'detsjak Tyhore" (Light of Devine Judgement)
--Mekantan Storm Flagship of the Orion Arm Fleet, presently en route via Transpace Corridor.

Fleet Lady Miyari toth Hykhaan paced around the bridge of the mighty warship, eyes darting between the two male officers who had been leering at her for a week now. They knew of course not to go too far in their gazes, or make it too obvious they wished nothing more than to have a single night of passion with their superior. As one of the four Fleet Lords of the Mekantan Storm, she had every right to use her impressive psychokinetic powers to castrate the lot of them despite being the youngest and weakest of the Mekantan Storm's generals. With rank came the right to punish one's subjects as one saw fit.

A right Miyari wanted nothing of.

She brushed a clump of light violet hair behind her ear, out of her face, as she turned to look at the holographic projection at the far end of the bridge. "{Of status to give report of!}" She barked in Mekantan, two of the officers admiring the curves of her lithe body panicking as they turned back to their stations. Her warm purple eyes set on one of the two, a faint smile creeping across her face.

"{Lady! To arrive of two days to wait!}" One of the officers barked, blushing when he felt Miyari's gaze on him. The other nearly yelped when the youthful general looked to him, probably one who had served under an older commander.

"{Lady! To calmly state to full operation status! To spare my genitals!}"

Miyari broke out laughing, shaking her head. "{To calm, Soldier of Minagoroshi.}" She may not like the idea of severe punishment, but she couldn't help but enjoy making the two squirm from time to time. "{To watch where the eyes of one to wander. To console of one to go, to 'moist valley' of superior to flee from.}"

The two blushed, nodding and chanting "Tza'to" (Mekantan affermative response.) much to the amusement of the rest of the bridge.

Miyari really couldn't say she blamed the two officers. They were close to the same age as she, exposure to Tsthathi culture likely helping along their already high sex drives. "{To leave of requiring a shower. To return when Truespace to have returned to.}"

"Tza'to!"


The young Mekantan Fleet Lady sighed as tossed her silk panties, imported from Tsthathi Territory, onto a chair with the rest of her uniform as she stepped into the shower, the warm water starting automatically.

"Chya'so..." ((Chi-YA-so) Mekantan vocalization of feelings of relaxation, contentment, or pleasure. Basically "Feels so nice..." The "so" part tends to be drawn out.)

Her thoughts wandered to the mission as the water ran down her body, Miyari leaning against the back wall of the shower as she always did when she thought... or did something else in the shower.

"{... Of allies to be to where we go. To secure of the location is...}" She ran her hand down along her flat stomach, her higher consciousness taken completely with plotting. "{Of to which deploy constructors... To take time to Earthfall Island of which to secure...}"

Earthfall Island... The Earth nation commanded by a renegade general of Neo-Mekanta before Minagoroshi took over. Lord Seryx gave Miyari specific orders to take the area as a forward base in the Sol System while the Heinlein project was underway.

"{... To deploy of ground forces...} Tza'to..." Her breathing grew heavier as she plotted. {"To... of armor... to deploy at... mountains... Of... aerospace... fighters of... to deploy... deploy at... at...} ngh... {at coastlines...}"

The sound of running water masked the noise she was making, tactical plotting and self gratification mixing in perfect testiment to the old saying that it took a Mekantan Officer to get turned on at the thought of war.

"{Of... attack... to begin... of Ohl'detsjak... Tyhore... to be... deployed of... con...stru...ctors...}" Her breathing grew even deeper as she gave a little squeal, sinking and sitting on the warm metal floor of the shower. She tried to catch her breath, smirking as a beep alerted her to a message.

"{Of to Sol to have arrived.}"


-Project Heinlein Location, Sol System

The powerful Mekantan warship, along with three Tathl Nek'Hawa Constructor Transports. The twisted black hulls of the ships slipped toward the construction area for the station, "pinging" the various ESUS ships with IFF Data to identify them as Neo-Mekantan ships.

On the bridge of the Ohl'detsjak Tyhore, Miyari pulled the jacket of her uniform on as she threw her hair back, looking to the front of the ship. "{Of transmission to ESUS of which opening!}"

"Tza'to!"


-Transmission to all ESUS forces at Project Heinlein:
Attention all allied forces! This is Fleet Lady Miyari toth Hykhaan of the Mekantan Storm's Fleet of the Orion Arm. We have come to begin construction on the Neo-Mekantan arm of the station. Please acknowlage."

OOC: Actually, the ship I have defending my part of the station is a 6.8* kilometer long heavy destroyer. One of twelve total ships in my fleet and one of six Adjudicator class destroyers. Personally, I don't care if they think that's too big. I've justified it to my liking so unless they can bring up valid concerns that I haven't compensated for already, I'm not changing one of the fundamentals of my military. I've got everything balanced.


*May be 6.2 kilometer long.

OOC: well, that's a bit different, after all , you only got 12 ships.. :eek: :eek:

I'll post in a moment.

I grok you all!

hehe

carry on

OOC: Includes mention, but no description, of some very weird stuff.

Pluto, in orbit over Jordaxian holdings

"Excuse me, Captain?" -

"Yes, Lieutenant Popovich?"

"Captain, we have Neo-Mekantans approaching."

He lifted his eyes from his computer - on which he coincidentally was playing "Dangerous Dave III" - and asked: "What's it to us, anyhow?"

"We were ordered to escort the Neo-Mekantan vessel straight to Heinlein Space Station."

"why? We didn't escort anybody else?"

"Well, those Neo-Mekantans are different. See, they..." - the Lieutenant blushed momentarily - "they are conditioned to be turned on by thoughts of war, cap'n."

The Captain blinked. "What? So we are departing from those cozy, safe, Jordaxian ports because oh-my-freaking-god, a sexually perverted Neo-Mekantan enters the system? Lookie here, Lieutenant. Ever heard of Captain Cameron, First Class, USS Kim du Toit? The Hero of Hash, the guy who brought the Hashi military on it's knees?"

"Yes, Sir, what of it?"

"Captain Cameron, whom I know in person, is a furry. Okay? He is obsessed with birds. And I know for certain that when he commanded our glorious offensive on Progressive Hash, he was standing in the middle of the Kim Du Toit, wearing nothing but a falconer's glove with a live red-tailed hawk sitting on it. Do you get my POINT, LIEUTENANT?"

"Frankly, Captain, I don't know what relation this has..."

"Look here. Back in my home state - Aissur, that is - our Senator is a humongous seven-foot tall muscular boxer type. He is gay, and incestual, and he screws his own twin brother. And nobody CARES. So why should we care about those Neo-Mekantans?!" - the Captain's face was slowly turning red.

"Well, Sir..." - replied the Lieutenant.

"Well, WHAT?! Are you scared that they're going to attack us? Or freak out and attack somebody els. Look here, Lieutenant. We're on a Porcupine. You have to be crazy to serve in those conditions, and after one deep space patrol, living in conditions that a German submariner from World War Two would have found cramped, they usually do have a gunner or two hauled off for treatment. And yet the Navy trust us with those homungous - homungous, I say! - pieces of raw firepower. You know as well as I do, those foreigners are no crazier than Allaneans."

"It's true, Captain. But we're in the Armed Forces, and as the boys in green say, 'In the Army, Logic Stays At The Gate"

"True," said the Captain. "Let's do it. Wire a response to HQ, tell them I oppose this on proffessional grounds, though. They'll reply in a few months, after we're long home on Earth, but geez, we can't let them away with being that dumb."

"I thought it's part of the profession, Captain."

They both laughed.