NationStates Jolt Archive

IC: Welcome to Red 9, the most Luxurious resort in space! Not to mention the first and currently only one! May I help you with your bags?

OOC: This is the start to everyone's stay.

Queen Romalia, after experiencing a rather harrowing incedent involving a cheese fry on the shuttle, dropped her bags. She was obviously very tired, but the attendant was suprised to see a young girl behind the sunglasses, only about 14 or 15.

IC: "Miss, do you require assistance? Should I send for a valet?"

"No, thank you though. Wait, where is the check-in desk?"

IC: "We have nothing so primitive here, miss," he says as he pulls out a PDA from a holder on his belt. "Name please, miss."

Taken aback, Rachel stammers out her name.

"Uh, it should, like, show up as Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia of The Burnsian Desert."

*Kevin Ajax, a top administrator in the Counterpointian government exits the airlock, he looks around and the hustle and bustle of the thriving space resort.... he picks up his suitcase which seems to be a little lighter then it was a little while ago and walks forward, getting bumbed into a Venuvian, who clicked at him incesantly, but since Kevin didn't speak Venuvian, completly ignored him. Looking down at his black suit, the unpleasent creature had left some kind of slimy substance on it, he turned around and made up some clicking noises to yell at it*

Kevin: KLICK CLACK CLI CLEEK CLUCK! *Translated ruffly "I like to frolic with balloons and rabid gophers"*

*The Venuvian laughs as he continues on his way, Kevin stands behind the young lady and waits to be checked in*

The man's face pales very quickly. "I-I'm sorry, mis-your highness. I was expecting an adult, not a teenager. I apologize! Here let me take those bags," he hurridly picked up her bags and gave her an uneasy smile. "Please follow me, your highness," he said and then started walking down the corridor.

A blinding light issues from outside Red 9 as a Mekantan transport defolds.

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This is Mekantan transport TRN-XT4-17 bringing Mekantan personnel.
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"No harm done, man. Thanks for helping me with the bags..." She beckons the three men in camoflauge behind her to follow.

A blinding light issues from outside Red 9 as a Mekantan transport defolds.

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This is Mekantan transport TRN-XT4-17 bringing Mekantan personnel.
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OOC: No offence, but to AIs really need relaxation? :oops:

(OOC: They're staff. ^_^)

OOC: Oh! lol

*Kevin looks out a window at the impressive looking ship that is approaching the station with aww, then goes back to standing in line, he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket to try and clean off some of the goo*

OOC: Bedtime. Sorry, exams tomorrow. You can RP Rachel going to her room, if you like.

OOC: Hey. Is this for the Evermoore? If so, my computer was acting up. I needed:
2 100x100 presidential suites for 3 days
1 100x100 presidential suite for 14 days
1 100x100 room w/ 20 bunks for 14 days
4 25x25 suites for 7 days
Are we allowed to bring weapons? For a list of the weapons we want to bring, please view the evermoore topic.
If this isn't Evermoore...sorry :oops:

Transmission to Mekanta: Please procced to the docking bay on the under side of the station, the running lights will guide you.

IC: Red lights start flashing and several armed guards come running down the corridor, they surround the unauthorized Counterpoint man and slap a pair of handcuffs on him. Then they take him to a jail cell and put him in.

*Kevin looks around as the gaurds grab him*

Kevin: HEY!!! I'M JUST HERE ON VACATION!!! I WANT TO SPEAK TO SOMEONE!!! HEY LET ME GO!! I DEMAND TO SEE THE PERSON IN CHARGE HERE!!!

OOC: Hey. Is this for the Evermoore? If so, my computer was acting up. I needed:
2 100x100 presidential suites for 3 days
1 100x100 presidential suite for 14 days
1 100x100 room w/ 20 bunks for 14 days
4 25x25 suites for 7 days
Are we allowed to bring weapons? For a list of the weapons we want to bring, please view the evermoore topic.
If this isn't Evermoore...sorry :oops:
hello? can i get an answer please?

The Mekantan ship docks, the 400 military robots, all Akumu series machines, lead in, watching everyone closely. Thier advanced scanners peered through the flimsy covering on these organics, determining who was a potential threat and who wasn't.

Second were the 1000 humanoid service robots, made specifically for this type of work. In moments, they spread throughout the station.


Content its job was done, the transport broke of and folded away, leaving the machines on Red 9.

OOC: Hey. Is this for the Evermoore? If so, my computer was acting up. I needed:
2 100x100 presidential suites for 3 days
1 100x100 presidential suite for 14 days
1 100x100 room w/ 20 bunks for 14 days
4 25x25 suites for 7 days
Are we allowed to bring weapons? For a list of the weapons we want to bring, please view the evermoore topic.
If this isn't Evermoore...sorry :oops:

OOC: Here is where reservations should be made: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=150680&highlight= . Your total cost is: 223,000 Relkons.

OOC:Oh! I just checked the Evermoore Topic. This is evermoore. ok.
IC: A shuttle flies up and requests docking permission. The shuttle holds Lord Edwin Do'Calamar and 10 elite guards. We await permission to dock.

OOC: Hey. Is this for the Evermoore? If so, my computer was acting up. I needed:
2 100x100 presidential suites for 3 days
1 100x100 presidential suite for 14 days
1 100x100 room w/ 20 bunks for 14 days
4 25x25 suites for 7 days
Are we allowed to bring weapons? For a list of the weapons we want to bring, please view the evermoore topic.
If this isn't Evermoore...sorry :oops:

OOC: Here is where reservations should be made: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=150680&highlight= . Your total cost is: 223,000 Relkons.
OK thanks. Money Wired. The previous post must have happened at least a day after then. oops. Can the shuttle be here anyway? Sorry :oops:

-OOC-

The Akumu class.
http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/plus/neo-glaug.jpg

Height: 9.75 feet
Width: 4.5 feet
Depth: 6.75 feet
Armament: variable fire particle beams x 4, pinpoint particle beams x 2, heavy particle beam x 1

Capable of limited hovering.
Advanced pinpoint targetting system.
Advanced scanners.

OOC: This station is called Red 9. Evermoore was background info.

Transmission to Shuttle: Request granted follow the yellow landing lights. The shuttle does and a few minutes later has docked.


OOC: You can post getting off.

*Kevin Ajax is thrown in the jail of the ship, he kicks the wall because apparently he feels that it will do him some good, he sits down on the bench and puts his head in his hands*

Kevin: I can't belive it, Empress Jessica grants me a leave of abscence, see the stupid advertisement for this stupid station and decide Ohhh this looks like a good time...... Yeah right... now I'm stuck a billion or so miles from earth in a 6x6 room with a bench and a bucket......

*He goes over to where the forcefield is starts yelling*

Kevin: LOOK!!! CONTACT THE HOLY EMPIRE OF COUNTERPOINT!!! THEY'LL GET ME A RESERVATION!!!

OOC: sorry... God i feel like an ignorant fool. Thanks.

IC: Lord Edwin Do'Calamar strolls in flanked by ten elite guards. Lord Do'Calamar is wearing a suit and has a pistol on his hip. The guards wear metal plating armor and carry assault rifles. Edwin stands in line, tapping his foot impatiently.

An Akumu walks past Kevin's cell, it's eye locked on him.

"... PRISON BITCH..." It hisses, stalking off. "... WE WILL TELL YOUR GOVERNMENT TO CONTACT CELDRONE... UNTIL THEN..."

It whips around, pointing one of its particle beam cannon tipped arms at him.

"PRIIIIIIIISON BIIIIIIIIITCH!!"

OOC: sorry... God i feel like an ignorant fool. Thanks.

IC: Lord Edwin Do'Calamar strolls in flanked by ten elite guards. Lord Do'Calamar is wearing a suit and has a pistol on his hip. The guards wear metal plating armor and carry assault rifles. Edwin stands in line, tapping his foot impatiently.

IC: Sorry for the wait, milord. We had an authorized docking. Do you require help with you bags, milord?

*Kevin looks at the Akuma, more importantly he looks at the buisness end of the beam cannon pointed at him... he slowly backs away from the force field and sits down, he turns to look at the Akuma, which, is still pointing the cannon at him and still droaning, PRIIIIIIIISON BIIIIIIIIITCH!!*

Kevin: Ummmm... Why.. umm thank you very much.. I apppreciate your graciousness contact my government.....

*he looks at the one eye of the robot, which apparently is glowing a little red*

Kevin: Umm you wouldn't know A bicycle built for two would ya?

-OOC-

Akumu - Nightmare

Fitting name for one of the most psychotic robots Mekanta makes.


-IC-

-Red 9 Brig

The Akumu stops chanting, it's eye glowing bright red.

"NO!!"

It turns, then whips around again.

"WE WILL SING GOOD SONGS!!"

"DEAD WE ARE THE ONE, EXTERMINATING GUNS! SLIPPING THROUGH THE KNEES, STRANGLING THE BEES!!"


-Main dock

One of the Mekantan service robots taps the Celdrone official on the shoulder.

"Perhaps, kind organic, it would be best to allow us to handle bags. After all, your fragile organic bodies are much more susceptable to damage."

It bows to Lord Edwin.

"If, of course, our honorable guest consents."

Transmission to Counterpoint: One of your citizens has illeagaly entered a space station of ours. He will be detained on board for one week then be brought down to Celdrone where we will send him to you. We beileve the man said his name was Kevin Ajax.

OOC: sorry... God i feel like an ignorant fool. Thanks.

IC: Lord Edwin Do'Calamar strolls in flanked by ten elite guards. Lord Do'Calamar is wearing a suit and has a pistol on his hip. The guards wear metal plating armor and carry assault rifles. Edwin stands in line, tapping his foot impatiently.

IC: Sorry for the wait, milord. We had an authorized docking. Do you require help with you bags, milord?
"Yes. You can. And DO stop groveling. It's quite annoying. Now pick up my bags and take me to my room." Edwin snapped.

-OOC-

Akumu - Nightmare

Fitting name for one of the most psychotic robots Mekanta makes.


-IC-

-Red 9 Brig

The Akumu stops chanting, it's eye glowing bright red.

"NO!!"

It turns, then whips around again.

"WE WILL SING GOOD SONGS!!"

"DEAD WE ARE THE ONE, EXTERMINATING GUNS! SLIPPING THROUGH THE KNEES, STRANGLING THE BEES!!"


-Main dock

One of the Mekantan service robots taps the Celdrone official on the shoulder.

"Perhaps, kind organic, it would be best to allow us to handle bags. After all, your fragile organic bodies are much more susceptable to damage."

It bows to Lord Edwin.

"If, of course, our honorable guest consents."
"No. Let this fool struggle. Hahaha..." Lord Do'Calamar chuckled

"I would, milord but I am required to address you as such. I am aslo required to use a sled if I am to move your baggage, milord. It would be know struggle.

To the robot: Go head and take the bags, and whats your name, robot?"

"The Robot will NOT take my bags. You WILL. Hahaha..." Edwin says.

-Dock

The robot shakes its head.

"We are sorry, kind organic, but we do not have a name. And the honorable guest has requested that you carry the bags. We were instructed to follow the request of the guest above the request of non-command staff."

"Very well, milord. Thank you, robot but I shall get the bags." He presses a button on a PDA and a woman brings him a sled from a room nearby. He then loads he luggage and leads the way to the rooms.

OOC: Lol nice...

IC:

*Kevin listens to the Robot ramble off the words to the song in a harsh metallic voice... he thinks "Boy this thing would make a killing back in counterpoint with all the metal heads"*

Kevin: *Trying to sing along* KILL BEES! umm STOMP THEM INTO THE GROUND!!

Back in Counterpoint

*Empress Jessica is sitting in the throne room when she gets an alert in her e-mail, she checks it and then shakes her head*

Jessica: Stupid Ajax.... I told him to make reservations... *doing a bad imitation of him* Ohh it will be ok... these places always have enough rooms, I'll just go there and get one.. no problem... *she smacks her head and then types a response to Celdrone*

To: Celdrone
From: Her Royal Majesty, Empress Jessica of Counterpoint
Re: Kevin Ajax

I personally apologize for any problems that Mr. Ajax has caused, he is mearly on vacation and did not think that making reservations would be a problem, if it is possible, I will pay for his stay aboard your vessal plus additional for any inconvienece he may of caused you. *she looks over the brochure that he left* Please give him a Presidential suite 100x100. The money will be wired as soon as your response is given.

Sincerly,

Empress Jessica

To Empress Jessica: We are sorry but we mut insist that he remain in the brig. We do not wish it to seem that the reservations are unnessacery. He will be returned by next Saturday.
Red 9 Station Manager- Trina Flen

"Thank you, overpaid employee. That will be all. I await two more shuttles. They contain my 4 advisors, General Do'Urdel, and Ambassador Hok'Vande. Please call me when they arrive so that I might meet them." Edwin says when he is at his room.
To counterpoint:OOC:You like that, huh?

"Yes, milord."

OOC: Sorry... didn't know about the reservation thread... mind if I keep RPing in the brig?

OOC: Go ahead! It adds humor and teaches everyone to make a reservation. :D

-OOC-

And now, the evil manipulative nature of Mekantan AI, particulary Akumu type, is shown.


-IC-

Immediately, the Akumu were aware of the situation.

One walked to the administrator's office, making a clearing-throat sound.

"COMMAND ORGANIC. WE HAVE DISCOVERED A LATENT RESERVATION YOUR INFERIOR ORGANIC SYSTEM ADMINS MISSED. ONE... KEVIN AJAX... UNKNOWN."

IC: "Impossible! We have the ability to proccess up to fifty-thousand reservations at the same time! There is no way there is an unnoticed reservation!"
Just then a loud bell rings once.
"That was the reservation bell, it always rings when a reservation is made. Let's see it appears that the Emperor and Emperess of Edenstein have just made a reservation."

"CHECK YOUR PRIMATIVE DATABASE. I WILL ESCORT YOU TO THE COMPUTER."

-Brig

The Akumu deactivated the force field, amused.

"COME ON OUT..."

He waited for the human to move to the forcefield, ready to turn it on immediately.

*Kevin sits staring at the Android who apparently has a love of heavy metal music.... he tries to make conversation*

Kevin: Umm so do you have a name *looks at the side of the machine, it clearly states in bright read letters AKUMA class*
umm mr Android?

IC: "Yes do show me, AKUMA."

*Kevin gets up and starts walking towards to forcefield.... having seen one to many episodes of startrek he puts his hand up where the forcefield should be.... and notices that it isn't there he walks to the opening but is thrown back by the field as it is turned back on*

Kevin: OUCH!!! I thought we where friends!

"Thank you. Now go away. Bye." Edwin says. Then turning to his advisors when the door is shut,"Did you get the weapons?"
"No. We have sent out a request to some of the shadyer nations, but no response yet." replied Josophine Halvnerk, leader of O.N.I.G.A(Official National Inteligence Gathering Agency), who is traveling under a different name.
"Damn. Make sure they hurry. Get them shipped here."Edwin ordered.

There is a knock on Lord Edwin's door.

-OOC-

I hate how nightmare and a particular kind of demon are similar sounding and looking in Japanese. -_-"


-IC-

-Office

"PLEASE FOLLOW US..."

The Akumu starts walking off, keeping an eye on the administrator.


-Brig

The Akumu starts laughing.

"WE ARE AKUMU SERIES. WE HAVE NO INDIVIDUAL NAME."

"Sir! We just received word of the weapons. We are having them shipped now. They should be here in an hour." Josophine said to Edwin.
"Good... very good...FWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"Edwin replied.

An advisor answers the door. "Yes?"

An attractive looking woman with a PDA is standing there.
"Oh, hi! Is Lord Edwin in?"

Control Room

"Well, Akuma where's the problem?"

"Yes. May I ask who this is?" the male advisor says as he looks her up and down.

*Kevin gets back up and looks sternly at the AKUMA*

Kevin: You know... When you come down with a nasty virus and are bumbing your head into the wall because all of your programming has been rewritten, turning you into nothing more then a toaster with legs, I'm going to laugh.. and then use you to make my breakfast with!

-Control Room

"WHAT PROBLEM?"

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Jenny the entertainment coordinator! I just wanted to see if Lord Edwin wishes to book any entertainments? We have quite a selection. Would you like the list?"

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Jenny the entertainment coordinator! I just wanted to see if Lord Edwin wishes to book any entertainments? We have quite a selection. Would you like the list?"

"One moment...Sir? There is a VERY beautiful woman at the door. She wants to show you some sort of list." The advisor walks back into the room.
Edwin comes to the door. "What entertainment do you have?"

IC: She hands Lord Edwin a list.

The List

Poker, Blackjack, Slot machines, Roulette, Craps, Sports Betting, and more being added weekly.
Weekly moonwalks, only after taking a 3 hour safety course.
Five World Class Beauty Salons.
A massive amusment park.
Pets are allowed. There is a dog park, a bird avairy, a cat park, and various other accomodations for various pets.
Seventeen Five Star Resturants
Several nightclubs
Dozens of bars
An aboritum
Skeet Shooting
Six paintball Arenas


"So do you want to sign up for anything, milord?"

"Yes. I will sign up for a nightclub, a moonwalk, the casino, and paintball. In fact, we all sign up for paintball, except my advisors as they have pressing business to attend to."

IC: "Okay, milord," she says as she rapidly enters information into her PDA. "The saftey course for the moonwalk is tomorrow at 1:00, 3:00, 6:00, and 9:00. The nightclubs open in fifteen minutes, the paintball arena opens up at 10:00 am tomorrow morning and we will 1,500 USD in complimentory chips waiting for you when you are ready to head to the casino. Here is a pass braclet, milord," she snaps a black and red band around his wrist and then walks off.

Edwin leaves for the nightclub.

-Hallways

An Akumu begins shadowing Edwin, making it look as if it were simply on patrol.

OOC: And Celdrone leaves for the night. Good night! We can pick this up tomorrow night.

The four "Advisors" go to the docking bay and talk to the official in charge of docking. "Hello. We are waiting for a shipment. It will be addressed to Ybronneb. Is it here yet?"

-Hallways

An Akumu begins shadowing Edwin, making it look as if it were simply on patrol.
OOC: awesome...

Edwin turns down a hallway that had a sign saying: Casino. He had changed his mind about the nightclub. He proceeded to a poker table and began playing(and cheating A LOT).

The Akumu continued watching, noting every move Edwin made.

After a few moments, it decided it had enough recorded evidence to strike as soon as he left...

Edwin begins to grow tired when he notices the AKUMU watching him and then walk away. Edwin backed away from the table and took out a cell phone. "Josie. Get someone to me. I need an AKUMU followed. It's been watching me for a while now. No attacking it. Just follow it."
"Yes sir.

An advisor came up from docking with a new pistol at her hip. She made her way to the casino. Edwin pointed out the AKUMU. She began following it at a distance of 20 ft, making it look like she was lost.

The Akumu noted, amused as it contact some of its bretheren in case things got ugly. Once they were en route, he started moving towards Edwin.

"MISTER DO'CALAMAR, WE ARE AFRAID WE MUST ASK YOU TO COME WITH US."

"Whatever for?" Edwin discretely presses a panick butten on the phone, which he still has out. The twenty elite guards and General Do'Urdel make their way to the casino.

*Kevin watches as Bob, He decided to name him Bob for battery operated Bastard, Walks away, and he is left in his cell to his own devices.... he starts singing in a low bass voice*

Kevin: NOOOOO BODY KNOWS!!!!! THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN!!! NOOOO BODY KNOWS BUT JESUS!!!!

*Kevin watches as Bob, He decided to name him Bob for battery operated Bastard, Walks away, and he is left in his cell to his own devices.... he starts singing in a low bass voice*

Kevin: NOOOOO BODY KNOWS!!!!! THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN!!! NOOOO BODY KNOWS BUT JESUS!!!!
HA! LOL!!!

"YOUR MOTHER IS ON THE PHONE."

The Akumu says sarcastically, it's eye narrowing.

"WE ARE AFRAID WE HAVE DISCOVERED EVIDENCE OF CHEATING..."


Various Akumu units noted the sudden movement of Edwin's escorts. The unified mind immediately began deploying patroling Akumu in strategic locations along the ways to the casino...

"Actually, she's dead. I killed her. What are you, the ANTI-CHEATING force or somethin'?" The 20 guards move into the casino, drawing many stares.

"SECURITY, TO BE EXACT."

It reared back, towering over the organic.

"BE WARNED. AGRESSIVE ACTS WILL BE MET WITH FORCE."

*kevin can't remember the rest of the words so he begins singing something that he does*

Kevin:
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen.

These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever.

Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's take off everything,
That pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please.

*he gets done singing and realizes that it has done him absolutly no good.... he walks back up to the force field and begins to yell*

Kevin: THERE ARE RATS ON THIS SHIP!!! BIG HARRY RATS!!!!! I CAN'T BELIVE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU PEOPLE ARE SPENDING TO BE SHARING YOUR SHIP WITH BIG HARRY RATS!!!! AND BADLY PROGRAMMED WALKING TOASTERS!!!!!

*he breaks down crying*

LET ME OUT OF HERE!!

"I really don't see what's wrong here. Please... allow me to retire to my room for the night; I am tired, and grow more so every moment that you antagonize me."

-Casino

The Akumu leaned forward.

"LET US... TALK... FIRST..."

"CHEATING IS A SERIOUS CHARGE..."


-Jail

The Akumu glared at Kevin.

*tag*

*kevin looks up at the AKUMA and realises he hit a sore spot with the machine, if machines that is have sore spots*

Kevin: Whats the matter bob? You not good enough to hang with the rest of the Akuma's? So they stuck ya down here gaurding someone who forgot to make reservations.. ha.. what a wonderful job for the "Pinacle" of AI and machines..... I bet they reprogram you to be a snow blower...

"Whatcha wanna talk 'bout?" Edwin says innocently, toying with the AKUMU's AI. hehhehheh

-Jail

"JOKE ALL YOU WISH, ORGANIC. OUR SCANNERS ARE QUITE SOPHISTICATED."

It walked up to the forcefield, its back-mounted particle cannon aimed at him.

"BUT THE ADMINISTRATION ORGANIC DIDN'T SAY WE COULD NOT ABUSE THE PRISONERS..."


-Casino

"WE ARE AFRIAD WE MUST ASK YOU TO COME DOWN TO THE BRIG..."

The various Akumu in the area began monitoring the twenty guards closely, ready to disable them if necessary...

"I'm not going anywhere. Except maybe one of those reataurants. You like Chinese? Oh...wait...your a robot... YOU CAN'T EAT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEEHEHEHEH..."

*Kevin looks at the Akuma who is now apparently pissed, takes a step back from the force field*

Kevin: I'm not a prisoner!! Your the prisoner! Your confined to that little hallway, gaurding little old me... in fact.. I think you are the one who should put yourself out of your misery....*He begins to laugh at the akuma*

The Akumu made an immitation of an Organic gesture, placing a hand on the Organic's shoulder and pressing the two barrels of the two variable fire particle beams against him.

"OH... BUT WE INSIST..."

"PLEASE COOPERATE."

"Please don't touch me,"Edwin raises his voice, drawing more stares."I'm alergic to metal. Heheheheheheheh... OH! And if you kill me, that would be murder. Yepper...Murder..."

"WE WOULD ADVISE, THEN, THAT YOU COOPERATE AND CEASE THIS RESISTANCE."

It speaks much lower, now.

"AND BE WARNED. THE STEEL EMPIRE DOES NOT HOLD THE LIVES OF ORGANICS NOT OF OUR NATION IN VERY HIGH REGARD. IF WE FEEL YOUR GUARDS POSE A THREAT, WE WILL ELIMINATE YOU. NO REMORSE. NO APPOLOGY SAVE A PURELY SUPERFICIAL ONE. NOTHING. YOU WILL SIMPLY CEASE TO BE."

It resumes its normal volume.

"NOW THEN, SHALL WE BE OFF TO THE BRIG?"

"What the hell *hic* is a @$@#% Brig?!*hic*" Edwin impersonates a drunk guy. The soldiers back away a little.

"ALLOW US TO SHOW YOU."

The Akumu gives Edwin a shove in the direction of the door, several other Akumu entering behind the guards.

"LAST OPPORTUNITY TO COOPERATE BEFORE WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO USE FORCE."

"Hey... can I see the manager?"

After collapsing on her bed yesterday, Queen Romalia is shocked to see in the casino a man being dragged off by two menacing machines. In a gracious move, she runs to help. She really shouldn't be in the casino; she's 14.

"Like, woah, what are you doing with that guy?" she asks an Akumu, blocking its way. "Let him go for a second..."

The Akumu bows its head slightly.

"WE APPOLOGIZE, BUT THIS INDIVIDUAL WAS CAUGHT CHEATING AND RESISTING ATTEMPTS TO REMOVE HIM FROM THE CASINO."

It regards her a moment, it's eye blinking.

"OUR SCANNERS INDICATE YOU TO BE AN ADOLESCENT. WE WERE UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THE YOUNG ARE NOT TO BE IN SUCH ESTABLISHMENTS. PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW THE ORGANIC STAFF TO CATCH YOU IN HERE. UNLIKE US, THEY ACTUALLY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE AGE OF AN ORGANIC."

A resort offical runs up to the AKUMA's surrounding Lord Edwin.
"Why are you harrassing guests?! Let him go right now!"

"WE ARE SORRY, BUT WE HAVE SECURITY INSTRUCTIONS. WE HAVE BEEN ATTEMPTING TO REMOVE THIS INDIVIDUAL FROM THE CASINO, AND PREVENT THE INDIVIDUALS HE HAS SUMMONED FROM CAUSING TROUBLE."

"WE WILL NOT RELEASE HIM, AS YOU LACK SUFFICIENT AUTHORZATION TO COMMAND US."

"I am the second in command of this station! Only one person on board doesn't have to listen to me! Now you will release Lord Edwin, and you will realse him now!"

"WE HAVE INSTRUCTIONS TO RECIEVE COMMANDS ONLY FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR HIMSELF. WE WILL-"

The Akumu is cut off as a storm of pin-point accurate plasma beams rips apart its underbelly, a black Akumu with red trim's left arm's cannons slightly smoking. The damaged Akumu turns, twitching.

"STAND DOWN AT ONCE!!" The dark-colored Akumu bellows, storming in. "IGNORE PREVIOUS ORDERS. RELEASE THE ORGANIC."

"COMMANDER-"

Another particle beam, and one of the Akumu's arms goes limp. An ear splitting stream of tones, the Mekantan native language, fills the room loudly.

Reluctantly, most of the Akumu step back, one of them glaring at thier former captive.

"WE ARE WATCHING... ALWAYS WATCHING..."

The Akumu take up places around the room as the black armored Akumu stomps into the room.

"WHILE I BELIEVE MY UNITS WERE CORRECT IN THIER REASONS, WE WILL YIELD ON THIS ISSUE. THIS TIME."

With that, it leaves, followed by most of the other Akumu.

Transmission to Mekanta: We need to discuss your AKUMAs they are proving to be more trouble then they are worth. We need to have a private discussion about their duties. If their programing can't be changed then they will need to be removed from the resort.

"I thank you. Who knows what that malfuntioning AI lacking robot might have done to me!! I'm sure you saved my life. Here. Have a hundred bucks. Thank you!!!" Edwin says to the Red 9 official. Than he and the others leave. "Darn robots... they always catch the good guys...

The offical hurridly catches up with Lord Edwin.
"I am sorry, milord, but you must come with me."

A chrono warp field opens up, and Jimmy falls out.

“Welcome to Red 9, the most Luxurious resort in space! Not to mention the first and currently only one! May I help you with your bags?”

“Er,” Jimmy looked at the person talking to him, “I don’t have any bags, and er, Space?”
“Listen I’ve gone through a space-time anomaly, can you tell me if Bleland is still in exsistence?”

OOC: Bleland is a modern tech country which experiments with a chronosphere, is it ok if I just have some anomaly happen which brings this guy to the future? If it is then Bleland in the future, or present for this RP, has become a bigger nation and as Jimmy’s bank account has remained untouched for a while, he should have enough money to pay for his stay here.

Queen Romalia shakes her head in disgust.

"Why do all machines have to be bureaucrats?" she thinks.

"Can I vouch for him?" the Queen asks.

"Sorry, your highness, but he was recorded cheating, alot. Oh and by the way the casino is open to all paying guest, no age limit, your highness."

OOC: Beland, I play a modern nation with post modern tech. If you want him here, it is the same year and he's headed to the brig.

"Sorry, man," she says to the cheater, and walks away.

She pops in a quarter at the nearest slot machine and watches the rolls carefully.

Jenny, the entertainments director walked up to Queen Romalia and tapped her on the shoulder.

Startled, she whirls around.

"Wha-"

"I'm sorry to startle you, your highness, I am Jenny, the entertainments director for the Red 9. I was going to come by your room but you were asleep. Would you be interested in booking some entertainment?"

"Um, like, what kind?"

IC: She hands Queen Ramilia a PDA which displays a list.

The List

Poker, Blackjack, Slot machines, Roulette, Craps, Sports Betting, and more being added weekly.
Weekly moonwalks, only after taking a 3 hour safety course.
Five World Class Beauty Salons.
A massive amusment park.
Seventeen Five Star Resturants
Several nightclubs
Dozens of bars
An aboritum
Skeet Shooting
Six paintball Arenas


"So do you want to sign up for anything, your highness?"

*A small shuttle, nothing luxurious but armed to the teeth approches the station, the pilot flips on the intercom and radios the resort*

Pilot: This Is Edenstein Transport one carrying Emperor and Empress Romanov, requesting permission to dock.

The official hurriedly catches up with Lord Edwin.
"I am sorry, milord, but you must come with me."
"But I was only pretending to cheat. I wanted to see how good surveillance was so that I could decide whether or not I wanted to stay. I see it is very good. I will stay. Now I am tired. I will be in my room if you need me." Lord Do'Calamar says. With that he starts walking off down a hallway towards his room, flanked by 6 guards. Three advisors also walk with him, along with General Do’Urdel and Ambassador Hok’Vande. The 4th advisor is nowhere to be seen.

Transmission to Edenstein shuttle: Permission granted, please follow the yellow landing lights. You will be met by a station offical, who will show you to your room.

Ten minutes later someone starts knocking on Lord Edwin's door.

*the shuttle follows the lights and enters the docking bay, a few moments later Emperor Ed and Empress Carolyn Step out. She is wearing a long flowing white dress with a small tiara on her head, and diamond earings, Emperor Ed on the other hand is wearing his standard white Edenstein Military uniform, he is carrying all of the luggage, the walk up and stand in line*

Carolyn: Ohhh hun! This is wonderful!!! I bet its expensive as well!!!

Ed: *dropping the luggage and mumbles in russian* Did you have to bring all of this junk?

Carolyn: What is an Empress with out her beauty products?!?! I had to bring my Mary Kay with me!

Ed: *Grumbles* Where is the bell hop.....

"Right here, sire. Please allow me to get those bags for you, its not fitting for a guest to carry their own luggage."

*Emperor Ed hands the bags to the bell hop*
Ed: And an Emperor on top of that.....
Carolyn: *looks at the bell hop* Ohhh hello how are you? *takes money out of her purse and stuffs a hundred Rupel bill in the bell hops pocket* That is for you!
Ed: (to Carolyn) Didn't I tell you to conserve money? That 100 was a shell for a howitzer, and you know with that war in Counterpoint going on, we need all the shells we can throw at them,
(to bell hop) Are you the one that we register with?

"Yes, sir. Once I get you to your room all you have to do is sign my PDA. And the Jenny, our entertainments director will come around to see you," He says all this as he leads them down a corridor. He stops in front of a decorated door, he takes a keycard out of his pocket and opens the door.
"Here where, please sign here, sire."

OOC: I need to head off to bed, now. I'll get back on tomorrow night.

Rachel, still looking at the PDA, sighs and decides to blow all her money away.

"I'll take all of it!"

-Transmission from Mekanta
[code:1:b3d78ac240]
Our machines cannot be reprogrammed any more than an organic's mind can. The problem lies not with thier programming, but thier orders and thier lack of patience with inferior creatures.

We will send another transport and replace the Akumu types with Shinigami series robots. They are more suited to dealing with inferior organics.
[/code:1:b3d78ac240]

To Mekanta: That will be fine. Please instruct them that they must listen to the Station manager and assistant Station manager. Also they may not threaten violence against any guest that has not threatened someone else.

"Wonderful, your highness. Here is your pass wrist band. The next moonwalk saftey course is at 2:30. The night clubs open back up at 11:00 pm, and the paintball arena is open now. While you are allowed to drink while on board Red 9, we would like to advise you not to drink to eccess. Also here is your life time pass to all of our beauty salons. I'll see you later, your highness."

[code:1:37723553b5]
The threats spoken by the Akumu were provoked. Mekantan culture states that calling in assistance in an aguement, particularly armed assistance, is a threat. Simply consider it fortunate this incident did not involve more weapons fire than occured. Our orders regarding threats stand unchanged.

The Mekantan transport will arrive with a Wyvern class Frigate escorting it.

Orders to listen to the instructions of the inferior organic Assistant Administrator, provided they do not run contrary to immediate or long term security, have been given to the Shinigami. They will relay this information to the remaining Akumu.

Security orders to observe all potential threats closely will remain unchanged. All active scan orders have remained unchanged. All recording orders have remained unchanged. All orders to report to Imperium Command have remained unchanged.

That is all. Transmission End.
[/code:1:37723553b5]

"Bye!"

Lord Do'Calamar arrives at his room. He walks in, kicks off his boots, and lies down on his bed. He needed to rest, as he would have to brief his "advisors" on their mission tonight. True, it was going to be a difficult mission, but it would be well worth it if the codes were in Ybronian hands. Oh yes. It would be well worth it. FWAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!....ZZzzzzzzzzz

Once again there was a knock at Lord Edwin's door.

Rachel picks up her phone, and dials the spaceport.

"Hi, this is Queen Romalia. I'm really sorry, but I have to go home early due to a little... thing with my wedding. Can you please arrange a shuttle to Burnsian International Spaceport ASAP? Thank you."

"Why yes, your highness, we can. But if time is of the essence then we could teleport you. In either case you are free to come back and stay the remainded of the time you reserved, free of charge."


OOC: I posted my arrival in TBD Cabin thread.

A Mekantan shuttle and a Wyvern class Frigate both defolded, drifting towards the station.

Something was wrong, however. No message came from the either the shuttle or the frigate, and arcs of electricity jumped across the surface of the shuttle.

The frigate began changing it's course, slowing down, yet the shuttle only moved faster as inertia took over, sending it inexorably at the station.

The frigate broadcasted a warning, in Mekantan, and the Akumu began trying to move people away from the sector the shuttle was headed at.

It didn't take an AI to know something was wrong...

With in moments every alarm on board Red 9 is blarring, but only in the control room, as not to disturb the guests. Moments after they sound the Station manager is screaming into a microphone.
"This is Red 9! This is Red 9! Requesting an imediate emergency teleportation to alternitive location 31-A!"

In a moment of contemplation rare in Mekantan units, the Wyvern finally decided on what it had to do.

Its particle beam turrets locked onto the shuttle, taking a moment to charge before unleashing a hellish beam on the aft of the shuttle, only for most to succeed in taking out the already-useless engines. The next ripped the starboard hull open before striking the station, but it was useless to use particle beams to destroy it.

Without considering the possibilities, the two booms of the frigate seperated, it's powerful Reflex Cannon charging.

It managed to squeeze out one transmission, in broken English, in the chaos.


[code:1:86dc0a832b]
Shuttle of TrueNeo Maverick. To must stop now.

To be sorry...
[/code:1:86dc0a832b]

The Reflex Cannon's beam burst from between the booms...

(OOC: Edited.)

OOC: Think again! That is just like posting the other side's causilties in a war. It doesn't get to hit, no with out you asking and getting a yes from me first.

"Why yes, your highness, we can. But if time is of the essence then we could teleport you. In either case you are free to come back and stay the remainded of the time you reserved, free of charge."


OOC: I posted my arrival in TBD Cabin thread.

Queen Rachel, still oblivious to the turmoil outside, said,

"Sure, you can teleport me to Highfather International. Thank you!"

-OOC-

The station is how big?

I doubt a shuttle will do that much damage.

The only other way to stop the shuttle is to use a Reflex Cannon. And that would be overkill, not to mention a classic example of the cure being worse than the disease.

...

Alright, I'll do that.

OOC: The station is one mile wide and one thousand feet tall.

IC: "Red 9, this is Celdrone teleport controll. Commencing teleportation...now!"

A bright light streaks from the teleporter in the Gulba desert and streaks into space at the speed of light. It hits Red 9 moment before impact and instantly whisks it away. Before it has finished disappearing it begins appearring thirty thousand feet away from it's old postition and well away from the shuttle's path.

The beam engulfs the shuttle, vaporizing it completely.

[code:1:cdc0c685c7]
To... have been attacked.

Neo-Mekantan rebels... To have begun...

... To... have... called... for... help...
[/code:1:cdc0c685c7]

The message fades to static as spots on the shuttle begin to discolor, the main armor becomming a sickly pink-purple color with an ill green trim.

In a moment longer, another frigate with the same sickly color scheme defolds, followed by a Mekantan Battlecrusier of the normal color scheme entering from another tradjectory.

[code:1:cdc0c685c7]
Warning!
Allied units have been compromised. Please stand by.
Organic-origin assets in the are are in danger.
[/code:1:cdc0c685c7]

In a moment, the battlecrusier begins opening fire on the "infected" ships, it's heavy weapons tearing open the hulls.

[code:1:cdc0c685c7]
Please stand by to execute another teleportation and prepare security on the station.
[/code:1:cdc0c685c7]

Standing by. Do you require assistance?

-Outside

[code:1:16e6680f3f]
Negative.
[/code:1:16e6680f3f]

The Battlecrusier dips as the two frigates split again, its heavy particle beams repeatedly blasting the fully infected ship until it stopped charging its Reflex Cannon.

The other, more sluggish ship, began turning faster, attempting to track the Battlecrusier. Small figures decended from the larger ship, Mekantan space-capable Mechaform.

[code:1:16e6680f3f]
Beware! Our Elite on your ship detects several Akumu releasing thier connection to TacNet.
We advise securing noncombatants aboard.
[/code:1:16e6680f3f]

-Inside

The black and red armored Akumu strafed around a corner, blasting a leg off of an infected unit with ease before ripping it apart with sustained particle beam fire...

[code:1:c35d3dff96]
We are deploying our combat troops. To protect our guests they have orders to destroy any AKUMA that doesn't surrender. I assure you that they have the means to do so.
[/code:1:c35d3dff96]

[code:1:b0d4258bbe]
Surrender is not an option for the Akumu.

It would be wiser to shout a simple "friend or foe" to any Akumu you see. Aside from the obvious color change of their armor, any Rebel units will attempt to slaughter any biological it sees.

In short terms more understandable to organic minds, if an Akumu tells you to go to hell, it is an ally. If it shoots at you. it is an enemy."
[/code:1:b0d4258bbe]

[code:1:19c05934f4]
We will try it your way. When this is over we expect a full explenation.
[/code:1:19c05934f4]

-INSIDE-

RXP-765, the Mekantan elite, stomped through the halls, flanked by two loyalist units.

It suddenly stopped at a T-intersection, its soldiers also slowing to a stop.

<"Corner, to go around. Of armed presence to sense.">

One of the Akumu nodded, stepping to the corner. Its two arms scanned the halls...

*Emperor Ed and Carolyn stettle in theri rooms, they carefully set their clothes in the provided closets and lay down on the bed*

Carolyn: So hun.... how does it feel to be out of Edenstein?
Ed: Quite good... It feels nice not to have to deal with war all the time....
Carolyn: Well you'll be glad that I booked this place... *she smiles and roles over and kisses him*
Ed: So now what?
Carolyn: I don't know....

An AKUMA steps around the corner and finds itself facing seven armed soldiers. Two of the soldiers are riding something similar to a hover sled and both are aiming miniguns at the AKUMA.
"Halt! Friend or foe," the commander calls out.

The Akumu makes a snorting sound, it's eye locked on the humans.

"Friend, as soon as you stop pointing those things at me."

It's eye narrows, scanning all of them.

"This area is off limits to all non organics for the time being. Remove yourself or we'll remove your pieces."

"That was a threat."

With inhuman speed, the Mekantan robot whips it's entire arsenal into gear, filling the hallway with deadly armor piercing shots.

"All threats will be nullified!!"

Within moments of the AKUMA's attack one of the miniguns and its operator were out of the fight. Seconds later the second minigun opened fire, sending 12,000 armor piercing rounds per minute at the AKUMA.

Fuhrer Reinhard slowly enters, glancing to the side, notcing the gunfire, barely phased. He slowly steps to a red velvet coated chair sitting down. He snaps his fingers,"Aid? Aid." His oculars dart about the room, watching as the non-organic lifeform is rapidly torn to metallic shrapnel,"Where's the ficken aid..."

OOC: Der Auftrag, first you aren't allowed to post others causlities. Second you have to make a reservatio before you can have anybody on Red 9. Third Fascist and terrorist are not allowed on board.

OOC: I note my mistake in the posting of the casuality. But not allowing fascists in a resort? Yet allowing communists? Heh... So be it.

OOC: And even letting one of my allies stay here, and not me.. But heh... I suppose it is your resort.. No matter how unjust your rules maybe, it is yours.

Alexei Orchatun was in his room when he received a call.

Alexei on the phone:"Hello? Mr. President! I thought you were having that meeting... oh you took a break? You're giving me money to go to Red 9? Finally I can relax. Thank you sir." click.

[code:1:1047d6d18b] To Red 9:
I would like to stay in one of your wonderful rooms. The President's suite please. I'll wire the money on confirmation. I would like a one week stay and I would appretiate it if I was teleported or shuttled to the hotel, seeing as we havn't started a space program, not much of a hassle of course...
-Alexei Orchatun[/code:1:1047d6d18b]

As soon as he sent the e-mail, he packed immediately. He put his clothes and money... and that's it really.

OOC: Modern tech correct with future tech technology right? That's what I read. Anyway, if it is future tech sorry for spamming the thread. But it's so interesting. If I'm wrong ignore this e.e

OOC: Thanks for not making a fuss.

(OOC: The damage call is IGNORED.)

The Akumu continues rapid-firing the shots, confused as to why only one fell to the barrage. It's armor begins to wear done from the barrage.

"They have... Betrayed us!!" It shouts, finally falling.

it's still a moment, then explodes, sending shrapnel flying solely down the hallway the marines came from.

(OOC: Bump. Your move, Celdrone.)

-Outside

The Mekantan Battlecrusier swings behind the remaining rebel-controlled ship, unloading a heavy broadside of particle beams on the smaller Frigate.

Like the one before it, it falls under the barrage, leaving two lifeless hulks in space for Mekantan salvage teams to recover.

Content the rebels outside the facility were taken care of, the ship heads for Red 9, concerned at a transmission about betrayal...

(OOC: The damage call is IGNORED.)

The Akumu continues rapid-firing the shots, confused as to why only one fell to the barrage. It's armor begins to wear done from the barrage.

"They have... Betrayed us!!" It shouts, finally falling.

it's still a moment, then explodes, sending shrapnel flying solely down the hallway the marines came from.

The shrapnel killed another soldier and wounded the rest. "This is Squad 3 to command over," the squad leader radioed in.
"This is command. State current stats, over."
"Two dead and the rest have minor injuries. Requesting squads one, two, and four join up and go hunting for AKUMAs, over."
"Roger that, squad three. The requested sqauds will meet up at intersection 3. Get hunting, over."
"Futher requesting a lock down of all guests and the activation of corridor defenses."
"Both request confirmed, over"

Through out the station every guet suddenly found them selves unable to leave the room they were in. In the corridor panels along the ceiling and floors opened reveiling more miniguns. Two miniguns's auto targeting systems locked on to agroup of four AKUMAs and began to fire 12,000 armor piercing rounds a minutes.

The Mekantan elite, along with the remaining partner, vanished in a sweep of red light, re-appearing on the bridge of the Jormundgand class Battlecrusier, the Disciple.

"Their betrayal is total. They have begun exterminating all Akumu aboard." The elite said, hissing his words.

The main bridge AI, representing itself with a robot sitting in a captains chair, growled. The robot and chair were mearly superficial parts of the AI, purely for looks. "Very well. They leave us no choice."


The battlecrusier turned its heavy anti-capship guns toward Red 9, aiming slightly around all sides of the station. It unleashed one barrage, purposely missing, before sending a transmission.

[code:1:0d2c51df78]
Disengage all weapons, you have fifteen seconds to comply! Failure to do so will result in a full bombardment of this facility!
[/code:1:0d2c51df78]

Upon detecting the energy discharge the safty computer onboard the Red 9 sent an emergency override signal down to Earth, where it activated the ELT and teleported Red 9 to the other side of the Earth. A message was sent to the Mekanta ship. It was a recording of the conversation that begun the shooting match onboard Red 9.

[code:1:06845f9c7a]"Your AKUMA opened fire and our troops responded. Cease your actions or be destroyed."[/code:1:06845f9c7a]

Secret IC: Deep within Red 9 several undetectable missile tubes loaded themselves.

The Mekantan commanders growled in unison as they heard the response.

[code:1:71ff271ded]
Your troops threatened mine first. And now you've begun the extermination of all our Akumu.

Inexcusable. Your time is up.
[/code:1:71ff271ded]

Tracing the source of the transporter, the Mekantan ship angles toward the source, the booms of the ship seperating as it began to draw more power from it's transpacial relay. The first Reflex Cannon begins charging, and twelve seconds later it fires, aiming directly for the ELT's facility in the desert.

(OOC: Just FYI, a Reflex Cannon has the ability to destroy a city with a full blast.)

Activating its transpacial beacon, the Jormungand begins a scan of the area in the desert...

The scan picks up the rechage of what was ELT. In the remote ELT command bunker an urgent communication was sent, authorizing Red 9 the use of its HPE missiles.

In the command room od the Red 9
"Ready those missiles! I want eighteen of them ready to fire in thirty seconds," yelled the military commander of Red 9. Soldiers franticly began entering data into the computers. "We'll teach these cyborg bastards a lesson! How many missiles are ready to fire," he called to the weapons tech officer.
"Ten, sir! Eight more in three minutes!"
"As soon as the Mekanta ship comes into view fire five missiles!"
"Yes, sir."
"What is the status of the elimination of the onboard AKUMA units?"
"We have destroyed..."

OOC: You never posted your loses from my last onboard attack.
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=148054&highlight= The weapon that did that was the smallest of all of the HPE warheads. The war heads that I just prepped are ten times more destructive and each missile carries three warheads. The explosions of the weapons destroyes photons so there is a temporary lack of light while the explosion is destroying things.

-The Mekantan Nexus

Locking in on the Disciple's transpace beacon, two talons of the Grand Armada are moved towards a transpace access node as it forms.

[code:1:f912633140]
SITUATION IS AS FOLLOWS.
THE NATION OF CELDRONE HAS BETRAYED US. ALL AKUMU UNITS ON THE STATION RED 9 HAVE BEEN EXTERMINATED.
FLEET IS TO MOVE AGAINST RED 9, AND DESTROY THE FACILITY.
ALL NON-CELDRONE SURVIVORS ARE TO BE RESCUED.
ALL CELDRONE CITIZENS AND PERSONNEL ARE TO BE EXTERMINATED. TAKE PRISONERS. WE WILL MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF THEM...
[/code:1:f912633140]

A brief acknowlagement signal is sent from each of the ships, as the node activates.

Moments later, they're gone...


-TrueSpace, Earth Orbit

The Disciple, satisfied that the ELT is no longer a problem, drifts away from the planet as the two talons warp in.

[code:1:f912633140]
The following ships have arrived.
Two MSF-002 Jormungand class Battlecrusiers
Four MSF-003 Manticore class Crusiers
Twelve MSF-004 Wyvern class Frigates

All crusier-level ships have full compliments of Aerospace fighters and space-capable Mechaform warriors.
[/code:1:f912633140]

At once, the seven larger Capships begin releasing thier onboard warriors, the swarm of machines spreading out.

[code:1:f912633140]
The following units have been dispatched from Capships.

MASC-001 x 75 (Aerospace Superiority Fighter)
MASC-002 x 50 (Aerospace Interceptor)
MASC-005 x 10 (Aerospace Bomber)
MMFS-001 x 70 (Mechaform Warrior)
MMFS-002 x 40 (Mechaform Warrior)
MMFS-004 x 15 (Mechaform Warrior)

Total of 260 Aerospace units.

As target has had previous encounters with Akumu series units, all Akumu are remaining on ship. All units are to report to the outside hull and assist with point defence fire.
[/code:1:f912633140]

The loose swarm of Aerospace units begins orbiting the earth, until Red 9 is in view...


-OOC-
What you're up against with those Fighters and Mechaform...
http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/plus/neo-glaug-fighter.jpg
MSAC-001 = Oni class Aerospace Fighter
Length: 13 meters (approximate)
Width: 8 meters (approximate)
Height: 6 meters (approximate)
Armament: particle beam cannon x 1, particle beam x 2, anti-ship/anti-aerospace missile launcher x 2

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/plus/yf-21-fighter.jpg
MSAC-002 = Raijin class Aerospace Interceptor
Length: 19 meters (approximate)
Width: 15 meters (approximate)
Height: 4 meters (approximate)
Armament: particle beam x 2, light railgun x 1, anti-ship/anti-aerospace missile launcher x 2

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/dyrl/zentradi-launch.jpg
MSAC-005 = Koumori class Heavy Aerospace Bomber
Length: 25 meters (approximate)
Width: 15 meters (approximate)
Height: 7 meters (approximate)
Armament: particle beam cannon x 2, anti-ship/anti-aerospace missile launcher x 2, bomb bays x 8

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/seed/zgmf-1017.jpg
MMFS-001 - Centurion class Mechaform Warrior
Height: 7 meters
Capabilites: Land, Aerospace, Transpace
Power: Transpacial Relay
Armament: particle beam x 2, light missile launcher x 2
Equipment: Area Field Barrier x 1

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/seed/zgmf-515.jpg
MMFS-002 - Legionare class Mechaform Warrior
Height: 8 meters
Capabilites: Land, Aerospace, Transpace
Power: Transpacial Relay
Armament: particle beam x 1, fusion katana x 1, light missile launcher x 1
Equipment: Area Field barrier x 1, Temporal Expansion Facilitator

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/seed/zgmf-600-commander.jpg
MMFS-004 - Samurai class Mechaform Warrior
Height: 9 meters
Capabilites: Land, Aerospace, Transpace
Power: Transpacial Relay x 1
Armament: particle beam x 3, fusion cannon x 1, fusion katana x 1. Psionic Assault Array x 2
Equipment: Area Field barrier x 3, Omnidirectional barrier x 1, Transpacial Facilitator x 1

"Sir," the frightened technician's yell was incredibly high pitched.
"What is it, son," Colonel Baker, the military commander of Red 9, asked.
"W-we have an ass load of enemy fighters closing in, fast!"
"Deploy all gunners to their battle stations! Begin jettison of guests! Major Lewis, Major Peterson, you two come here!"
The two majors ran over to Colonel Baker at the main command console. "We are going to prep the self destruct and it takes three officers!" Colonel Baker gives his access code then Major Lewis and then Major Peterson.

As the numerous gunners of Red 9 arm their guns, hidden panels on the outside of Red 9 go flying into space, revealing guns that would seem more at home on battleships. More and more are revealed until the last gunner arms his gun, making a grand total of two-hundred and fifty guns. While this was going on hundreds of escape pods are being jettisoned towards earth.

Earth
Celdrone
Gulba Desert
A convoy of construction equipment carrying eighteen wheelers race towards the remains of the ELT. Once they arrive they unload the construction equipment and begin clearing away reckage. Once they have a large area cleared they begin digging.

Red 9
As soon as the enemy fighters come into range the guns begin to fire, but not ordinary shells. These shells conceal a devestating secret and the gunners aren't aiming at the fighters, they are aiming above, below, and on both sides.

-Space, near Red 9

The Mechaform move in front of the fighters, projecting thier barriers in a solid wall to protect the smaller fighters as they started targetting the turrets on Red 9...

-Earth Orbit

The fleet began spreading out more, maintaining an orbit that kept them slightly away from Red 9 at the moment...

"Colonel Baker, this is cheif gunner Carlson. We have fired the required seven hundred shots, sir. You may begin the energy bombardment, sir."
"Carry on," Colonel Baker said with obvious pleasure. The spire of Red 9 begin sending massive amounts of Hyper Wave Energy towards the wayward shells.

BUMP

Rachel was now screaming in terror in her room. Her bodyguards were powerless to stop the chaos; the only thing they could do was yell into the telephone for someone to teleport them back to TBD.

"God damnit, get her out of here! I don't care how, just get her back to Highfather International!"

OOC: Um Rachel is not on board Red 9. You posted her leaving for her courtship. Even if she had not left then when the Mekanta battle fleet appeared we jettisoned the guests down to earth.

-Space

The Mechaform braced thier barriers as the wave approached, not knowing what the hell this primative Organic nation was up to...


On the other side of the planet, the booms of every ship in the fleet began seperating, the massively destructive reflex cannons preparing to charge as they got ready in case the fighters failed.

OOC: Um Rachel is not on board Red 9. You posted her leaving for her courtship. Even if she had not left then when the Mekanta battle fleet appeared we jettisoned the guests down to earth.

OOC: Crap, my bad. There's so much to keep track of... :oops:

-OOC-

Well, you could have accidently avoided being ejected.

But that would be bad. You have a fleet of ships with weapons made to knock ships larger than them out of commission with a single blow. That fleet is moving against Red 9. That fleet is going to USE those weapons on Red 9. Those weapons take roughly fifteen seconds to charge, not counting time to spread the booms.

Granted, large pieces of Red 9 will survive if only one beam hits. but there'll be a lot of damage.

"Have the shells finished absorbing the energy?"
"Almost, sir, just a few seconds more....There! Ready for activation, sir!"
"Generate the miro-mite teleportation field!"

Out is space every single shell begins to pulse with a green light. Three seconds later they all disapear, taking with them...

OOC: This is basicly a teleportation field for completly offenseive purposes. The shells are made from the same alloy that alows us to utilize Hyper Plane Energy. What they did was create a teleportation field inside of the frame they formed when launched.

The fighters were stunned as most of thier protectors vanished in the green light, disappearing when the Celdrone shells vanished.

The commander-battlecrusier was far from pleased.

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The following units have been removed from battle. Initiate transpace recall immediately!

MMSF-001 x 50
MMSF-002 x 40
MMFS-004 X 15

Recall all other units as well.
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It fumed, finalizing its orders.



Inexorably, the fleet moved out from behind the Earth as the reflex cannons flared to life. Knowing what was about to happen, the fighters tensed up. In a sweep of red light over each one, the fighters and Mechaform remaining were recalled through transpace to their hangers. The hangers of the ships charging thier main guns...

In less than a minute, a hellish storm of Reflex weapons fire that would render most heavy battle fleets nothing but scrap issued forth from the armada. Thier target: Red 9...

"Sir we are picking up massive energy readings from their battle ships! I think they are about to fire, sir!"
"There is no way in hell I am letting a bunch of fucking cyborgs kill us," Colonel Baker said defiantly as he strode over to a command console. He activated the emergency data dump feature on the computers, a feature that sent data to Celdrone so fast that the computers that stored the data melted themselves in the process. Then he launched all of the missiles that had already been preped directly at the Mekanta fleet. Each missle rocketed out so fast that they appeared as a blur.
Then he actived a forty second self destruct sequence. "Men, you have done your jobs perfectly and it has been a pleasure to command you. When we reach heaven if God isn't as pleased with you as I am, we'll have words. Now let's go out like our ancestors," Baker's voice was carried through out the entire space station. All over the station every soldier on board says the death prayer.

"My life is not my own, when the people have need of it. My life is not my own, when my King has need of it. My life is not my own, when my country has need of it. My life is not my own, when my honor demands it. My life for my enemy's, my life to protect my people," every voice on board started quietly and ended in a loud yell. Moments later Red 9 exploded with a blast that blinded several astronemers who had been watching the confrontation, it also breifly lit up the night sky over Russia.

BUMP

The Mekantan beams engulf the missiles on thier path, and from the Mekantan view they cannot tell if their Reflex Cannons destroyed Red 9 or if it simply self destructed.

Nor do they care...


Locating the source of Red 9's last transmission, Mekanta transmits a message.


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Our vengance is complete.

Be warned. Your station was destroyed in retribution for the destruction of our personnel. It would be unwise to press our patience in this matter...
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That said, the fleet drifts out of Earth orbit...

Lord Do'Calamar's escape pod slams into the Pacific Ocean. Immediately the one of the 2 surviving Elite Guards opens the hatch and pulls Lord Do'Calamar out. The other transmits a signal to Ybronneb. Rescue choppers scramble and procede to the landing site. The same happens to General Do'Urdel and 4 Elite Guards in the Indian Ocean, and to the operatives and 3 Elite Guards in the Artic Ocean. The others all died in the impacts. Do'Calamar gets on a Rescue Chopper and heads home. He orders crews to watch for wreckage (if any) and search it for useful items.

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