NationStates Jolt Archive

Space shivered as the smallish ITN force of five carriers, ten battleships, twenty cruisers and fifty dropships appeared in Earth orbit...
"Let's do it."
"Concurred."
Admiral Joshua Meinecke nodded to his alien companion. "Finally..."
"Remind me again why you are invading this primitive Earth nation."
"Ninety percent of the Star Empire's population can trace their roots back here."
"Yes, but it was over a thousand years ago. It is no longer your homeland."
Meinecke smiled. "One thousand, one hundred, and forty-three years ago that we left Africa. Better that than one thousand, one hundred, and forty-four years away, is it not?"
"Yes, but you no longer have anything in common. Earth has not changed, while the Nuboer settlers of Thunderstraat have changed radically. South Africa is mainly Protestant. Thunderstraat is mainly Mormon. South Africa speaks Afrikaans and a variety of tribal languages. Thunderstraat speaks English - the very language of your ancient conquerers. South Africa is only barely recovering from apartheid. Thunderstraat has had a policy of almost complete nondiscrimination for centuries."
"That doesn't matter, my friend. What matters is, we're back."
Slowly, the dropships began their fall to the planned base in the Transvaal, with fighters swarming from the carriers to escort them. Heavy beam weapons on the battleships slowly crackled to life...
Meinecke smiled again. He turned to his screen and put on his best poker face.
"Citizens of South Africa. This is Joshua Meinecke of the Return Fleet. All of your nation east of the city of Kimberly is under the administration of the Star Empire of Thunderstraat. Lesotho and Swaziland remain sovereign nations. Please accept your conquerers with open arms and open hearts. We are, after all, returning home. Do not attempt to resist, for resistance is futile."
He flicked it off, and the smile returned. "That's about it."
"Will it work?"
A shake of the head, a little sigh. "It never does..."
...and all through the dropships, even from those of a different ancestry, soldiers rejoiced. For now, after a thousand years, they were coming home.

(nice sotry)

The Dominion of LeberMac military forces have no defense from troop-laden dropships and orbital bombardment.

Our population cowers in fear, clutching their Aibos, glad that the space invaders haven't focused their efforts on our Nation.

*tag, I might jump in with my nation as it was 1,500 years ago, just for kicks and giggles*

((OOC: What? It was a thousand years ago we left.))

((OOC: alright, so this would be which century earth? Modern?))

((OOC: My nation is as it is now (de Berg dynasty, Skytrekker in power, big arguments with Klonor, the whole shibang). South Africa is too (2004, RL). This is on the "Big Earth," the NS Earth that's 100X the size of Jupiter. I would feel honored if you partook, as well as those Earth nations the Fedral Union cited in his now-deleted post. Second post in ATYA due soon.))

Over the dusty plains of the Transvaal, fifty huge shapes descended. The chosen area had absolutely no human population, so it was deemed perfect for the first Thunderstraater base on Mother Earth.
The dropships settled in exactly the same pattern they had begun entry in. A double ring of dropships surrounded three of the multipurpose troop carriers. On the outside were the tracked APCs and sentry towers, on the inside the barracks and hospital ships, and in the middle, one 3D imaging dome, one command ship, and a dropship that unfolded into an incongruous pyramidal shape: the visitors' center, possibly the most important component of the brand-new Fort Allger.
Hundreds of troops, beetle-like in their climate-controlled battle armor, swarmed through the site, setting up razor wire, stationary defenses, and minifoundations. Thousands more practiced in the central-ring VR dropships.
From apparently ordinary dropships, tanks rolled. Over twenty were deployed in a ring in between the dropships; they planted themselves in the crusty soil, and the troops, not skipping a beat, replaced the mobile triple cannon with artillery shock cannons.

Within two hours, the Star Empire had a fully functional base on Earth. Not since the Sebecean terrorist purges had any space nation attempted military action on the homeworld; invariably, the less-advanced nationstates had rose up as one to drive the invaders from space away.
It was only a matter of time until it happened again...

((OOC: Taka, feel free to jump in, as an ally with the ILOG or as an enemy, somehow.))

"unussual movments on earth, sir, looks like Thunderstraat is invading. . Africa. . . ?"

"the hell?" the admiral said, looking over it from his ship's possition over earth orbit "that's a bit too close to our ports for comfort. . . dispatch a message of peace. . . but activate the first division down there, have ground commander Miya contact me at her convineice to be briefed on the situation."

The officer nods, relaying messages left and right.


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"understood sir" Miya said, saluting to the hologram. The admiral faded as the young woman visibly relaxed. She stepped out of her tent and looked over the African plains, so far the safest spot on all of Earth. . . though now it was to change.

"orders Ma'am?" her officers said in unison, saluting. She waved them down, looking over the two women and six men under her control. She nodded towards one, the leader of the 38th Armor Company.

"I need you to dispatch as recon group from your company, commendeer a few of the Marine's FAV's to add a little speed to your Raiders. . . We need to see what we are up against, and whats going on. . . remember, fire only as a last resort."

The armored company leader, a large,, but gentle hearted man named Urse nodded, his beard adding to his already bearlike appearence.

"Yes ma'am" he said, saluting before turning and jogging towards the rows of tanks, tapping out a Raider before the Marine commander turned to tap out a pair of FAV's to go with them. Within the hour, the three vehicles sped toward the landing zone, all eyes expecatantly ahead, waiting for the enemy presence to break the horizon.

I'll post soon, I swear!