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Hogsweat Hits 1 Billion! Migration to Space!!SERIOUS RP

Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 17:17
OOC: No Godmodders, no n00bs, and ask to join first. Lines must always be at least 5 lines long. And you can take the aliens, or you can attack my fleet.

Chapter One; A New Start

Grand Admiral Sturvoyski leant back into his chair, and itched the back of his head. He slipped another Cuban Cigar into his slowly, and awaited Space Command’s notice. Under his command was the whole Hogsweat Space Fleet, consisting of:
Two “Murky” Destroyers
One “Wavy” Class Heavy Cruiser, his flagship.
Fifty Interceptors
Four “Wisp” Class Assault Frigates
Two “Ufual” Class Support Frigates
Two “Halia” Class Ion Cruisers, and of course,
The Mothership. The lives of one million plus colonists and military specialists were on his hands. He gulped. If this mission went bad, that would not be good. Not good at all. Sturvoyski rubbed his hands.
“Ensign, are we ready to begin already?” Sturvoyski asked impatiently, without even looking at the young officer.
“No skip, I’m still awaiting Space Commands authorization… They haven’t contacted us yet. The Ensign, Marakola, confirmed. Sturvoyski leant his elbow on the armrest and pulsed his forehead. He was in his late forties, getting on to his fifties. He was too old for this kind of thing. He didn’t even know why the head director put him on this mission anyway.

Chapter Two: Odd Occurences
“Um, Sturvoyski sir, I’m getting some kinda readouts, um, I don’t know what they are…”
“Goddamnit Ensign, how hard can it be? They’re probably some friendly fighters doing a patrol run..”
“No sir, they’re specifications are different, I think…” Marakola stammered.
“Speak up boy, you think what?” Sturvoyski asked.
“I think they’re hostile sir.”
“Hostile my ass. Gerfania, be a good lass and charge up the front cannons.”
“Copy that old man, will do” Gerfania winked at Sturvoyski. The Admiral smiled. Such youth should not be wasted…
“Eran, tell em if they don’t respond we’ll paste em” Sturvoyski seemed to be quite jovial in this matter, and had suddenly springed to life.
As the crew took to their matters, Sturvoyski sprung out of his chair and wandered over to a slightly shy new ensign, in charge of hull integrity.
“Whats your name son,?” Sturvoyski asked.
“Ddddd Durgaran sir” The shy recruit muttered.
“No need to be scared kid, we’re all friends around”
“Sir, Enemy craft are hailing, enemy craft are hailing”
Sturvoyski ran over to his chair, and sat down. “Ensign, answer”
A screen rolled down, and a slightly humanoid face came down, It was different, but Sturvoyski couldn’t understand what it was.
“who in Furlov’s name are you?” Sturvoyski demanded.
“Furlov? Ha! Your puny gods make me laugh.”
“Well what the hell are you doing?”
“Doing? Its obvious Admiral… you and your deluded Communist fools are attempting to gain a foothold in space. This is NOT going to happen. (at this point I noticed I had just reached exactly 444 words, from the beginning to the happen)
“What are you talking about? We will wipe your petty fleet out” However, Sturvoyski was lying. If this alien fleet got word back, they would be well and truly screwed.
“Gerfania, activate weapons, spread word, fire at their main ship after the count of two” He whispered.
“WHAT!!!!” The alien screeched, and Sturvoyski slammed his hand down.
“NOW” All over the fleet, cannons and lazers erupted, and the leading alien ship exploded in a fiery ball of death and destruction.
“To all fleet ships, randomize targets, hit em hard and fast, don’t let ONE get away!”
The assault frigates made a direct move, supported by four squadrons of interceptors. The fast ships tore through space, hurtling towards the Aliens. Their fighters were caught of guard, and the four squadrons knocked out a corvette and eight fighters before the aliens had a chance to turn their guns. The nearest alien gunship swivelled on the spot, its lazers blazing. Nine interceptors went down to the advanced technology of the unknown aliens, before the pitiful remnants of A squadron was supported by three Assault Frigates, who upon arrival, annihilated the Alien gunship.
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Hogsweat Ships Engage
A destroyer further backed up the Frigates, its newly painted armour glinting of the twin suns of this earth.
The rest of the fleet pushed in forwards, and the aliens fought bravely, and in the end nothing was left.
“Ensign, count our losses”
Sturvoyski slumped in his chair. He was already tired out; this space stuff was way out of his league.
“Admiral, twenty interceptors, one support frigate, and three light corvettes lost in action sir.”
“Damn” Sturvoyski murmured. “we could of done without that.”
The fleet was in shock. Who were these aliens? Where did they come from? What did they want?

Chapter Three:: Long Awaitances

The burly voice echoed throughout the bridge of the flagship. “Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch, Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch. The fleet activated its engines, and entered Hyperspace. It was like a weird dream, a light blinding in your eyes, and then a fade into reality.

Sturvoyski was troubled. Two weeks into the mission, not a trace of a colonisable planet. Intel had firmly informed him that there would be at least eight planets in this sector, and yet, not a single was available. Space was vast, too vast for the ageing Admiral. He looked back to the old days of water vessels, the sea… To tell the truth, Sturvoyski loved the sea. For thirty years it had been the only thing he could talk to, on the bridge of his Destroyer. He spilled his secrets to it, while all the time it shone in the moonlight. Space was not like that. Space was just… space was just blank. It was tiring too, wading through a three dimensional sea. Finding a suitable planet would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, to quote the old phrase. Every day he sat in his chair, while his Ensigns, searched again and again, for a suitable planet. It seemed like all the worthy places to settle had just disappeared into thin air, or thin space to be precise. No, not possible, Sturvoyski thought. There is nothing that can destroy a whole planet. He had forgotten completely about the unidentified aliens weeks ago, they had slipped right out of his mind. And that, wasnot good.
Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 17:36
just thought id BUMP it
Kajiraki
23-02-2004, 17:40
Would you mind another alien race getting involved?
CorpSac
23-02-2004, 17:42
what he sead
Kajiraki
23-02-2004, 17:47
Also, if your looking ofr a colonisable planet, I know of a few... :twisted:
Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 18:06
Sure, CorpSac, your in.
Kaijak, you can start, BUT, you'll have to prove your RP skills.
Kajiraki
23-02-2004, 18:47
OOC: Prove my RP Skills? Yeah, ok.

IC:

The large ship cut through the inky blackness of space, its large engines glowing a dark hue of red. If noise could be heard in space, it would be emmiting a low hum.

The ship was unmarked, no symbols at all graced the hull of the craft. No designation numbers, no names, no flags. It was, from onset appearence, a ghost ship. However, unlike a ghost ship, this one had inhabitants.

The entire Kajiraki clan resided on the ship, as they had no true home planet. Sure, there were countless numbers of planets they held, but they served another purpose, somethign beyond a home. Something a bit more sinister.

They had been trailing the Ooman ship for quite a while, and due to the level of technology of their own species, had managed to remain undetected. It would be a decent hunt, especially after seeing the Oomans fight the other species.

The Clan Mistress had ordered the other ship followed after veiwing the battle, and was hoping for a decent catch. She had already selected the hunting party from her massive clan, and the seven individuals who would now work as a team were tasked to bring in a decent set of trophies.

Concerns had been raised that the ship would land on one of the many planets held by the clan, but that would present little problem, as it would infact increase the skill required for the possible hunt, and even better, provide a true challenge.

The clan ship followed the Ooman ship across the stars, waiting for the time when they would be able to start.
Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 18:58
Your in.
Argheraal
23-02-2004, 20:31
Hmmm... aliens that appear from nowhere and dont want you in space for no apparent reason?.. odd.. maybe some pirates would have made a better opponent.. but nice intro anyways.. :)

Wow Kajiraki, 418 million inhabitants on a space ship :shock:
must be a very big ship, and ponderously slow... how about a smaller frigate type ship following the humans? :)
Five Civilized Nations
23-02-2004, 20:33
(OOC: Hogsweat, can I help out with a squadron of my patrol craft?)
Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 20:42
Sure 5CN.
CorpSac
24-02-2004, 08:08
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Akiran System
Akiran IV Milltary Outpost/shipyard
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It was a long day for commander Lokiran he had nothing to report, the air inside the base was normal, stail. he was expecting 2 battleships and a recon squad to arrive today all wanting refits or refuel that was a lot of time.
he was sitting in his office when over teh internal comm came a call for him.
"Commander Lokiran we need you in C&C"
"what is it?" he asked over the comm
"Report from the Recon, sir possible First contact"
this was not a rare thing, tho most of the time it was a germ or somthing like that.
"i'll be right there" he replyed

he walk out of his office and off to c&c, what he wouldnt do for his post on the DESF Sha'tra'krill a She'Klan class corvette. he loved to command a ship but a outpost that was dull. he was only here becoase his ship was destroyed in the Hive war.

"what is it this time the black plague" he sead with a smile
"no a fleet, we dont think they spoted the Recon but sir...the fleet is small maby a new space faring race" she replyed
"we standard frist contact contact home command tell them what we have found. tell the ships to start stardard first contact" he ordered


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Unexplored system
198th Recon Squad
Near Hogsweat Fleet
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the fleet was moveing to contact the Hogsweat fleet, the Recon squad had:
1 Tigerclaw Class Destroyer
4 Loki Class Frigates
8 She'Klan Class corvettes
4 lifeless Class Corvettes
the moved in with all gun ports open a sign of respect in the Dark Empire and to show Hogsweat what they had. also if the Aliens fired first then well the Recon Squad would beable to retrun fire alot faster.they had just jumped in from a newby system only half an hour ago.
Genral Niobi was in commad of the DESF night breed the destroyer
"open all channal let see if we can speak to them" she ordered this was her first first contact and she didnt want it to go wrong.
a message was sent out on all channals hopeing the hogsweat fleet would get it.
Five Civilized Nations
24-02-2004, 15:46
A 5CN patrol squadron based around the strike cruiser, Star Fury came out of hyperspace four thousand kilometers from Hogsweat's colonization fleet. When their sensors discovered the fleet of unknown vessels, the three frigates, one strike cruiser, two escort carriers, and one assault destroyer of the squadron accelerated towards the fleet, its weapons and shields powered up. A terse coded transmission was sent to Hogsweat's colonization fleet.

This is Commodore Ulysses Roper of the Five Civilized Nations Space Fleet, commanding officer of the 19th 5CN Patrol Squadron. Please identify yourselves...

Cautiously waiting for a reply, the warships stopped five hundred kilometers from the fleet.
Midlonia
24-02-2004, 15:51
(OOC: can i have what was your Earth country? since you have moved into space you won't be needing it :) )
Five Civilized Nations
24-02-2004, 15:54
(OOC: He's sending colonists, he's not abandoning his earth territories...)
Hogsweat
24-02-2004, 17:16
This is Commodore Ulysses Roper of the Five Civilized Nations Space Fleet, commanding officer of the 19th 5CN Patrol Squadron. Please identify yourselves...

The message crackled through, almost unreadably, to Admiral Sturvoyski.

"Ensign, who the hell sent us that?"
Sturvoyski asked with concern.
"Um, looks like a Commodore Roper and his Patrol Fleet have been trailing us.. ah. That was what it was, it makes sense now."
The Ensign replied.
"I see...ungarble that message Ensign, and lets see what he has to say"
The message resounded through Sturvoyski's headphones a second time, now clearly with no garble. Sturvoyski listened.
"Right... patch me through to this Roper guy"
[quote=code]Patching....
This is Grand Admiral Sturvoyski of The Hogsweat Navy, to Commodore Roper, what do you want? [quote]
Five Civilized Nations
24-02-2004, 18:02
Commodore Roper sat pensively aboard his warship, the strike cruiser, Star Fury as the message from Hogsweat's fleet came in.

Thinking quickly, Roper sent a quick message in reply.

Grand Admiral Sturvoyski, you are currently in a no man's land. This area of space has been claimed by several groups and nations. Please move into interstellar trade routes to avoid triggering a conflict of massive proportions... The Five Civilized Nations maintains patrols here to prevent a conflict of such awesome proportions from occurring. Therefore, we again politely request that you move towards normal interstellar trade routes.

Meanwhile, the seven warships of the squadron quickly moved into combat formation and waited for reply.
Hogsweat
24-02-2004, 22:46
"This is Sturvoyski to Roper, good to meet you, but we have no knowledge of this? Interstellar trade? No Mans land?"

Sturvoyski was really clueless. He hadnt been trained in this, he had just assumed that all space was claimable. Well, that was obviously not.

"Roper, could your fleet possibly guide us into Interstellar trade routes, and give us a the lowdown on what happens round here? Because, Hogsweat Grand Space Command has NO clue"
CorpSac
25-02-2004, 00:05
OOC: if FCN dont mind we will be on of the nations tha claimed this space

IC:

"Mam FCN ships have entered the area" radar reported
"sh** were are we?" Niobi sead "contact them find out why there here what ever you do dont piss them off"
FCN ships were more advanced then the Dark Empire ships and she didnt want to start a war.
"Mam we're in No mans Land, mam if we dont leave we brake article 184.9 of the thirteen Days Treaty" the Radar reported
"Contact the Alien ships find out who and what the hell there doin here, and any word from FCN yet" she sead
"nope" Comm replyed

[code:1:dd6fa56aa8]
To: Hogsweat
From:DESF night breed
You have entered No Mans land brakeing Article 184.9 of the Thirteen Days Treaty please leave the system.
Our Ships will escort you to the nearest Nurtral sector
[/code:1:dd6fa56aa8]

[code:1:dd6fa56aa8]
To: FCN Patrol
From: DESF Night Breed
Why are you in No Mans land? this is brakeing Article 184.9 of the Tirteen days treaty
[/code:1:dd6fa56aa8]
Kajiraki
25-02-2004, 01:24
The Kajiraki ship's command group watched as the Ooman ships gathered around the ship they had been tracking. The clan mistress noted this, and sat back in her throne like chair, made of Ooman and other species' skulls and vertabrea.
Five Civilized Nations
25-02-2004, 16:50
[code:1:a4383a8e78]
-BEGIN TRANSMISSION-

TO: DESF NIGHT BREED
FROM: COMMODORE ULYSSES ROPER, CO OF 19TH 5CN PATROL SQUADRON

WITH REGARDS TO YOUR BELIEF THAT THE FIVE CIVILIZED NATIONS HAS VIOLATED THE THIRTEEN DAYS TREATY, WE DENY THESE CLAIMS. AS YOU RECALL, ONE OF THE CLAUSES OF THE TREATY SPECIFIED THE USAGE OF WARSHIPS FROM THE FIVE CIVILIZED NATIONS TO PATROL THIS AREA AND ENSURE THAT NO WAR IS BEGUN. WE WERE GIVEN JURISDICTION BY ALL SIGNATORY NATIONS OF THAT TREATY TO PROVIDE A LINE OF DEMARCATION BETWEEN THE FEUDING PARTIES.

-END TRANSMISSION-
[/code:1:a4383a8e78]

After sending a message to the Corpsac warship, Commodore Roper opened a direct link with the vessels from Hogsweat.

Very well, we will transmit the coordinates of the nearest safe interstellar trade route. But be warned, many nations patrol these routes and several are very belligerent. In addition, expect frequent pirate attacks. Although an interstellar anti-piracy agency has been created, we have been unable to eradicate the pirates...
CorpSac
27-02-2004, 14:42
OOC: is this dead?