NationStates Jolt Archive

Earlier today, riots broke out in the homeworld's capital, the remaining human population protesting the conversion of most citizens into AIs. Violence broke out after an AI-controlled riot control vehicle entered the fray, and attempted to quell the protesters. The vehicle was destroyed, and the government of Blademasters is preparing for a full-scale operation to crush the rebellion. Governmental officials expect that some of the current space fleet, which is being dismantled, and replaced will be stolen by rebels, and is mobilizing all AI ships to contain this possibility.
We will now transfer you to the governmental press conference just starting...
Ned Kerezky, BNN

(OOC: noone do anything yet, I need to develop it more)

ooc: no one even knows the forums are back

(OOC: any space nations are invited now)

This is Ned Kerezky, reporting live from Blademasters' capital city, with more developments on the riots. Apparently, some of the rebels have managed to comandeer the Kuran(the flagship), a Devilkin class battlcruiser, about 72 Firebolt fighters, and Two Hell Storm destroyers.
-TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED-
I am Admiral Andras Darksword, unit 00001, to all persons recieving this transmission, Blademasters requires assistance immidiately, our governmental system is being overrun.

(OOC: join in now)

Aboard starchaser 2, news reaches the office of Admiral Lief Errikson.

"Admiral?"
"Yuh?"
"Seems there's some trouble in bladematers."
"Oh. Not good. Get the fleet commanders together."

Soon, the 10 fleet commanders, commanding the fleets based at Starchaser 2, are assembled in the main meeting hall, shaped like an operating theatre.

"Admiral, this is a tricky situation. I suggest going in as peacekeepers. We don't want to oppose our allies or the blademasters' citizens."
"Good thinking. All in favor vote aye."

The decision is passed, 7-3. Soon, fighter crews are boarding their super acolytes and Thunderbolt IIs. The first few Luis Borges frigates exit their berths and enter hyperspace. Following close behind is a force of seven Peristroyka battlecruisers carrying the fighters, as well as Warhammer Destroyers and Raider frigates. Dreadnaught corvettes also form part of the force. The last group to enter hyperspace is a force of 10 Lancer Destroyers, newly re-commisioned, which will protect civillian vessels in the area. Also carried are plenty of Porter and Minion tugs, a common sight around the LRR shipyards, and a ground contingent.

Aboard the LCM Kamal

Comms Officer: "Captain we have recieved a transmission from the Armed Republic of Blademasters, they are requesting help, and we are in the area."

Captain: "Signal mining command, tell them that we are suspending operations to investigate a possible incident, and recall the GTRs and SCIs."

Comms Officer: "Yes sir!"

The Mining command ship, at just over 200 meters was unimpressive to say the least, and as it began to come about with its two escorts and two resourcers moving into its bays, Its lack of firepower was painfully obvious. Its twin engines flared to life, and it began to inch forward, charging its jump drive.

<half an hour later>

The LCM kamal dropped out of jumpspace, its sensors quickly detecting a battle between Blademasters ships.

Comms Officer: "Captain, it looks like those ships are fighting themselves, what shall we do?"

Captain: "Put me on an open channel to them all."

Captain(to all blademasters ships): "This is the LCM Kamal, what is going on here?"

BUMP

The two Luis Borges Frigates arrive and enter an orbit around Blademasters' moon (s).

"Blademasters Space Forces, this is the LRRSV James Audobon. What's going on!? We are here to provide peacelkeeping services, so please both sides disengage now!"

Unit 0001: "This is Unit 0001 or Admiral Darksword, Captain Audobon, we are quelling a rebellion, your assistance would be most appeciated, we will not disengage, these rebellious humans must me stopped. Captain of the Kamal, we see that you are a mining vessel, perhaps you could hold your position and defend any ships that need repairs while the SR system kicks in."

BUMP

The Blademasters warships began to turn the tide of the battle, the human controlled ships taking heavy damage as their superiors pummeled them, and maneuvered to evade return fire. The Kuran, burning fiercely and vnting O2 and plasma, began to feel the effects of the homeworld's gravity, and began to enter the atmopshere, all 6500 meters of it.

Unit 0001: "Tracking course... Kuran will impact capital and surrounding area, vacate premises immidiately."

The AI nexus calmly informed all AI systems in the area, and began to move itself out of the blast radius. The human workers were left to die, along with the rebels.

Unit 0001: "Impact in 15 minutes, all units are to be out of the blast radius at that time, all space-units are to engage and destroy any remaining rebellious ships."

kerbump

Zoom!
The SSS Devestator drops out of hyperspace.
Lee: Captain Piett, I want you to assist the Blademasters using any means nessessary.
Piett: Yes sir! Liutenant, Send this transmission to the commander of the Blademaster's fleet: "This is the SSS Devestator, how may we assist you?"

FYI: The SSS Devestator is an Imperial I class Star Destroyer

Unit 0001: "SSS Devastator, please contain any rebellious ships attempting to escape, thank you."

(OOC: this will be a longer RP, so feel free to join in)

The remaining rebellious ships jumped into jumpspace, with the SSS Devastator firing on them.

Unit 0001: "All space-units coordinate tracking and location efforts, prepare to send a force to retrieve the rebels."

OOC: If its ok for a young nation to join, then read on. If not, just ignore this post.

IC: Two modified Barracuda fighters swept into the area, their ether engines decelerating the craft until they were almost stationary.

"Blademasters, this is Por'O Sa'Cea Vior'La. Do you require any assitance?"

Indra Prime Space Command

Comm Officer Letharre came running up to the General's Private office with a portfolio in his hand. "General, We have recieved word that a massive rebellion has occurred on Blademasters home soil. They are calling for immediate reinforcements."

General Frank Thajrall looked over the information contained in the portfolio given to him by the Comm officer and came to an immediate decision. " I want the Third and Fifth Battle Carrier Fleets Ready to go, yesterday! Have them report to the Blademasters HQ and offer our assistance. They should do whatever is necessary to put down the rebel forces and secure the control of the Blademasters Government."

"Aye, Aye, sir." and turned around to carry out his orders.

(OOC: new space nations are fine, as long as you don't have some insanely huge fleet)

Space-Unit 0011: "This is space-unit 0011, All ships wishing to assist are directed to contain any ships using Blademasters IFFs with human lifesigns, we will handle the rest, Asylum is not to be granted to any rebels, granting of asylum will result in the immidiate termination of the offending craft."

On board the IPBCG, Brigadier General Samuel Fallow overlooked the status display as the indicator lights showing the status of the fleet turn green one by one. When the main status display came up with ALL UNITS ARE GO, he gave the order.

"General Fallow to all ships! Battle Stations! All crews prepare for Hyperjump. Engage Temporal Impellors in 5...4...3...2...1...Mark!"

Almost as one, the 32 ships of the fleet jumped into hyperspace to arrive almost instaneously at the homeworld of Blademasters.

Back on the Bridge

Fallow:"Open a channel."
Comm Officer Gerrard:"Channel open, sir."
Fallow:"This is Brigadier General Samuel Fallow of the Indra Prime Battle Carrier Group Theta. We are here to assist you in destroying the rebellion. Our ships are at your disposal."

Space-Unit 0011: "Indra Prime ships, we welcome your assistance, however are not currently in need of active assistance, could you guard the homeworld to prevent rebellious ships from leaving, destroy not capture, and if requested, bombard certain locations?"

Fallow:" We acknowledge your need at defensive postures around your homeplanet and we will comply. We will deploy our fighters and our carriers in the best possible position."

(OOC: this will be a longer RP, so feel free to join in)

The remaining rebellious ships jumped into jumpspace, with the SSS Devastator firing on them.

Unit 0001: "All space-units coordinate tracking and location efforts, prepare to send a force to retrieve the rebels."
Piett: The remaining targets have jumped into jumpspace. We are now scanning with all available sensor suites onboard.

Lee: Good, keep up the good work. Use tractor beams and bring the disabled ships to the hanger bay.

Piett: Yes sir. Would you like us to assist the allied ships?

Lee: Of course, detain the rebels, and use the shuttle to return any allied crew to their respective fleet.

Piett: Will do, commencing scan...

SSS Devestator begins scanning all IFF transponder codes within 25 light years.

(OOC: if one of our ships gets blown up as in not a rebel ship, there is no crew to recover, the ships are controlled by single aI entities that are wired into Unit 0001, which is in an undisclosed location on the homeworld)

Space-Unit 2168: "To all ships, location of rebels has been pinpointed, transmitting to Unit 0001 now."

Blademasters, we can provide you with a modulated defense shield that we use on our Battle Command Carriers to protect Unit 0001. We will be more than happy to lend you a DS until this conflict is over and then you can decide whether you want to purchase it or not.

Unit 0001: "We thank Indra Prime for the offer, however I am situated within the planet's core, and can transfer myself to any of the first 10 units, which are located in other planets, and stealth ships, I do not need any defenses, and if somehow, someone managed to destroy me, I synchronize myself with all Units, Land-Units, Sapce-Units, Sea-Units, Station-Units, and Stealth-Units every 0.0001 nano-seconds, allowing for my conscience to be re-created from the fragments in all other units."

Very well, Unit 0001. We wil remain in a defensive posture until needed elsewhere. We also received a communique from the Indra Prime Space Command informing us that they are sneding an additional fleet to shore us up and the go on the offensive. They will be here in 36 Hours.

(OOC: Indra check ur TGs)

Unit 0001: "Indra Prime, you have been a great ally, we thank you for the assistance."

Space-Unit 0011: "All space-units jumping in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0."

The fleet of starships jumped into jumpspace, their hyperspace signatures fading quickly.

Message to Unit 0001:

<The Devestator requests jump coordinates to continue the pursuit.>

Unit 0001: "Transmitting jump coordinates now."

<Meanwhile>

The Blademasters ships arrive out of hyperspace just in time to watch the last jump signatures fading, prohibiting tracking their course.

OOC tell me to bog off if this doesn't fit.

A sudden flare of hellish green light heralds the opening of not standard jumpgate, an unknown ship oozes form the rift in a obscenely organic fashion. Those unfortunate enought to be watching are reminded of Reproductive aducation class lesson 5, 'the miracle of birth'.

The swollen moist looking vessel, seeming to consist totally of throbbing purple sacks, hangs in space, its sides rippling and undulating.

A wet bubbling voice flows from every console on every ship in the sector, "Blademasters, your dictatorial regime will end. Organic life WILL be allowed to follow its own path on your planet. Your perverted attempts to de-humanize the population of your planet stops NOW!".

Even as the final shout echo's around numerous flight deck and cabins, one of the throbbing pustules on the ships flank splits and vomits out thousands of maggot like smaller vessels.

(OOC: thats umm... interesting, I want this to be a freeform RP, but it will end the way I want it to, so basically, you can't destroy Unit 0001, or free my whole population. THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE)

Unit 0001: "Unidentified craft, you are ordered to stand down or be destroyed, you have 5 sconds to comply."

(OOCEDIT: basically, you could kill half my fleet before i chase you off, or whatever the hell, as long as the RP ends with unit 0001 still in control, and a fair percentage of the population still on the homeworld)

BUMP

"General! There is a ship of unknown origin that has entered Bladeian Space. It is preparing to attack!"

Fallow gets up out of his command chair and looks on in both utter fascination and horror as the ship begins to deploy.

Fallow:"All ships, this is the General. Battle Stations! Engage Hostile target! Texas, you and the Folsom fall back behind our lines in the event the cruisers and the dreadnaughts do not survive. I also want the Falcon, theIntrepid, and the Gallagher to take up flanking positions behind the Sheffield and theFreemason for backup for the front line! All support craft fall in behind the Folsom. All other offensive craft, FIRE AT WILL!!"

Almost instantaneously, rapid fire from every offensive ship's pulse cannons erupted from the throats of the barrels of the guns. The Tactical Bow Fighters from the Texas flew in squad formation targeting the smaller craft as they pulled away from the huge organic mothership as the larger defense craft fired at both the mothership and the smaller attack craft.

Fallow: "Lieutenant, Inform space command that those reinforcements would be welcome at any time, preferrably NOW!"

"Aye, sir."

SSS Devestator arrives out of hyperspace.

Piett: What the h*** is that thing?.

Some nondescript officer: It appears to be a rather large organic ship, and it appears to be an obstacle to our objective.

Piett: Open fire with all turbolaser batteries! I don't want a single cell to be left of that when we're through with it!

Officer: Yes sir.

Bolts of green, visable energy stream from the Devestator as all of the turbolaser batteries on the ship begin emitting huge amounts of energy at the opposing capital ship. Once the "maggot" fighters are in range, the laser cannons open up on them as well.

"SSS Devestator, This is The Indra Prime Battle Command Carrier Texas, leading the strategic defense initiative of Blademasters homeworld. We need as much support as we can get until our reinforcements arrive in the next few hours. Train all weapons on the weapon nodes on the organic ship Our TBFs are taking care of the smaller modules as the appear on sensors. We will continue our defensive attack and we will finish off this agressor."

(OOC: BUMP)

Onboard the Texas things are hectic, alarms blaring, crew running to battle stations, medics all over the ship attending to minor injuries. On the Bridge things are calmer yet more tense if that was even possible. General Fallow paces bach and forth while always watching the main status display for any signs of serious damage to the Texas or any other ships of the fleet from this strange ship that appeared out of nowhere.

All of a sudden a warning klaxon went off, but the General knew it wasn't a damage alert it was something else... The Fleet had arrived. What he saw on the screen was definitely not what he had expected. He had been expecting a few Dreadnaughts maybe a Battle Carrier or two but not this. The Homeworld had decided it was time to test the weapon.

With it bursting out of temporal hyperspace, the new Ketrar class warship was unbelievable. As the IPWS Katrar came out of hyperspace it banked mightly against the momentum that had propelled it out of hyperspace. Fallow had heard of the new class of ship that was being built at a classified shipyard but all he had heard was rumor. The rumors had scarcely done this monsterous ship justice. The ship was easily four times the size of his own Texas Class Command Battle Carrier and had more weapons on her than most of the ships of his fleet put together. The Ketrar had one additional thing which had been under development for the space fleet. The phase cloak was finally operational.

As the Katrar came out of hyperspace, silence reigned on the bridge of the Texas as the crew stared in awe and in fear of the newest creation that came out of the Temporal Research Institute's Space Division. The arrival of the Katrar overshadowed the arrival of the 15 other support craft, including another Texas Class Battle Carrier and six Dreadnaughts.

Once the General got over his initial suprise of this magnificent ship before him, he ordered the Communication Officer to open up a channel.

"SSS Devestator, This is The Indra Prime Battle Command Carrier Texas, leading the strategic defense initiative of Blademasters homeworld. We need as much support as we can get until our reinforcements arrive in the next few hours. Train all weapons on the weapon nodes on the organic ship Our TBFs are taking care of the smaller modules as the appear on sensors. We will continue our defensive attack and we will finish off this agressor."
Piett: Roger that.

Officer: Sir, all turbolaser batteries in our forward firing arc have begun the assult.

Piett: Launch the fighters and increase the forward fire power, I don't want anything to get through!

12 X-Wings and 12 A-Wings launch from the main hanger bay of the Devestator, which is meanwhile slowly closing to point-blank range on the opposing cruiser.

(OOC: thats umm... interesting, I want this to be a freeform RP, but it will end the way I want it to, so basically, you can't destroy Unit 0001, or free my whole population. THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE)

Unit 0001: "Unidentified craft, you are ordered to stand down or be destroyed, you have 5 sconds to comply."

(OOCEDIT: basically, you could kill half my fleet before i chase you off, or whatever the hell, as long as the RP ends with unit 0001 still in control, and a fair percentage of the population still on the homeworld)

Hearing this, the bulk of the LRR task force is pulled back by master H-Space control, but three Lancer IIs hyperspace to the edge of the system.

<BOOM>
The Devestator takes a hit.

Piett: What was that?

Officer: Our starboard shield generator has just been hit. It hasn't been destroyed, but is now offline. Shields are down to 25%

Piett: Prepare to jump into hyperspace back to the Blademasters homeworld. Prime minister Lee Rockenbauch wants this ship intact.

Officer: Stand by...

The Devestator Starts turning around and moving out of point-blank range to jump into hyperspace.

OOC: This is only temporary. The plan is to retreat, repair the shield generators, and jump right back in.

A single Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah Marauder observes the situation. "Interesting, how humans are willing to kill their own kind to help an artificial being to survive..." the pilot thinks, as he watches the ongoing combat. The pitch black Marauder is running silent, looking more like a lump of dark matter than anything else. The scouting Marauder is recording the fight.

On the fringes of Bladeian space, the Magellan-class science vessel HMS Celestial Voyager exits jump-space. Shortly after, a Star Armada long-range fleet tender exits jump-space, escorted by a single frigate.
Aboard the Voyages, Commander Sydney watches the activity of her bridge crew.
"Remember, this is a routine mission. We are here merely to resupply and then leave. This is Bladeian space and currently no treaty is in effect between the Empire and Blademasters. I want us in and out. We are only stopping here because we must get to Site 3373 as soon as possible."
"Signal the tender, and then I want maximum sensor range. If an asteriod so much as shifts course by a half-degree three systems away I want to hear about it."

OOC: Okay, that took awhile. Just assume that the Devestator is already in orbit the Blademasters' homeworld.

IC: Piett: I want that shield generator operational in fifteen minutes. Liutenant, put me in contact with Indra Prime.

Liutenant: Will do...

Piett: Transmition to Indra Prime:

Are we still needed in your assult on the organic warship? If not, please tell us where we can be of greater assistance.

End transmition

<transmission too Sarapin II>
<transmission from Indra Prime Battle Carrier Texas

We have all but destroyed the Organic Ship in orbit of the Bladean homeworld. Now all that remains is some loose fighter pods and our Tactical Bow Fighters can take care of them. Right now we pretty much have things under control with the arrival of the IPWS Katrar. You may take your time and fix your ships while in orbit. Our fleet can take care of any other unforseen agressors. We thank you for your help to this point. Please feel free to dock with the Katrar as we have recreational facilities aboard. She doubles as a space station when out of our home system.

transmission terminated

(OOC: Blademasterian, not Bladeian)

Unit 0003, temporarily in control of the extermination project unti unit 0001 has finished dealing with an Alien first contact senses the HMS Celestial Voyager, and sends a probe through jumpspace with its stealth systems engaged to investigate. The Ark, half-completed in its bay is alerted, and the construction drones speed up their work, to complete its major defenses quickly.(the Ark is a 30km long ship designed to hold my entire civilization of AIs and all my mecha, ships, etc.)

Aboard the Voyager, one of the sensor officers detects an unusual sensor signature before it disappears. The officer calls Sydney over.
"That cannot be good," she mumbles. "How far along in the supply transfer?"
"Thirty-five percent."
"Speed it up."
"Yes, Commander."
"Send this information to HMS Star Reaver. See if they can send out a fighter recon patrol to those coordinates."
"Yes, Commander."

<transmission too Sarapin II>
<transmission from Indra Prime Battle Carrier Texas

We have all but destroyed the Organic Ship in orbit of the Bladean homeworld. Now all that remains is some loose fighter pods and our Tactical Bow Fighters can take care of them. Right now we pretty much have things under control with the arrival of the IPWS Katrar. You may take your time and fix your ships while in orbit. Our fleet can take care of any other unforseen agressors. We thank you for your help to this point. Please feel free to dock with the Katrar as we have recreational facilities aboard. She doubles as a space station when out of our home system.

transmission terminated

Okay, the Devestator has been completely repaired.
<Transmittion to all allies in this conflict>

It has been a pleasure working with you. Since we are not needed at the moment, we will recall the Devestator for resupplying, and install the new security system we just received. If we are needed again, just send a transmittion to Sarapin II, and we will respond. Thank you again.

<Transmittion ends>

Thank you for you assistance Sarapin. We look forward to working with you in the future. Best of Luck to you and your Nation. Farewell...for now.

Senior Director of Indra Prime Space Command

The Ur-Quan continues to record this fight in which humans help an AI to exterminate other humans, and he wonders how the humans can be so illogical. Is not racial survival a high priority for them? This is extremely interesting for the pilot. His black Marauder is still undetected, as it should be. The darkness of space conceals the ship perfectly.

"There it is again. Mike, what the hell do you think it is?"

"I have no Idea. Sensors still show nothing."

General Fallow hears his gravimetric sensor officer and his EM spectrum officer conversing quietly about the mysterious phenomenon. He walks over to their station to fond out what is going on.

"Lieutenant? Is there a problem?"

Startled Lieutenant Bob Bernhardt looks up at his commanding officer.

"uhh No sir, no problem. We just have this unidenitified source of gravimetric interference 1 million kilometers of the port Bow. Sensors show nothing. However with these readings, it appears to be the size of a small vessel."

Fallow Thinks this over for a minute and orders his weapons and tactical officer to ready the defenses and the cloak.

Then he orders the namesake of the Texas Class Battle Carriers to cloak.

((OOC: If it is the Marauder you're talking about, it's 240 meters long. It's... Well, frigate sized. It's not that small, but it ain't that big either.))

((OOC: It is small in comparison to the our Battle Cruiser size ships and up. Especially to our Texas Class Command Battle Carrier and the newest addition to our fleet, the Katrar Class vessels. That class is about 3 times as long as the Command Carriers we have.

Bump

That might help, Indra Prime. :)
Bump
BUMP

As the conflict begins to wind down, the Indra Prime defense fleet pulls into stationkeeping orbits above the Blademasterian Homeworld. As this Occurs the IPWS Katrar cloaks and begins to follow its own mission. Shortly after the Katrar cloaked, a short intense communication burst came from space apparently and shortly thereafter the Texas and three other Texas class Battle Command Carriers cloaked without a word to anyone.

As the conflict begins to wind down, the Indra Prime defense fleet pulls into stationkeeping orbits above the Blademasterian Homeworld. As this Occurs the IPWS Katrar cloaks and begins to follow its own mission. Shortly after the Katrar cloaked, a short intense communication burst came from space apparently and shortly thereafter the Texas and three other Texas class Battle Command Carriers cloaked without a word to anyone.
Scary, does this mean I might be needed soon? I would like to come to your aid if nessesary. If it isn't, just tell me.

OOC: You will be informed in the future when your services will be needed. But we will be calling on you assistance before not too long. Y don't you go ahead and start something back up on this thread with your fleet.