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16-year-old Thomas Keegan was excited to be on his first tour of duty aboard the mighty Star Destroyer Megalodon. The boy lied about his age when he signed up, and the recruiter frowned upon such a common practice, muttering something about 'he will know the truth soon enough, whether he lives or dies'. Young Keegan is a machinist's mate second class, with duties that include keeping the various equipment onboard in top-top shape.
The Star Destroyer and it's attendant escorts, two Nebulon-B Frigates and four Corellian gunships was patrolling the Candina system, searching for pirate activity. A Star Destroyer has enough firepower to destroy most fleets by itself, especially with it's 4 squadrons of starfighters thrown into the fray. The escorts are just to make sure that enemy fighters don't take too much of a bite out of it.
The Candina System harbors 6 planets orbiting an average yellow star. The second and third planets are hospitable to human life, and there is an asteroid field between Neria and Calian, the two planets mentioned above.
Captain Nerian was as bored as any captain could be. Though he knows the patrol is important, he wishes that he could train his guns on real targets, like one of the Heavy Cruisers or Battleships other nations employ. But right now, Coreworlds is at peace with her neighbors, so there is little chance of real battle, pirate fleets notwithstanding.
Little did he know, that he was about to get his wish...

OOC: OK, this is going to be a major conflict between me and the Shivans, so I closed it to ESUS nations to reduce interference. All other nations are free to come in (though if you want to fight, TG me or Imperial Brits). No tags allowed please, as my opponent requested it. If you want to read future posts, subscribe! (Thread Tools, Subscribe).

The Dragon fighters came swarming out of the asteroid belt almost instantly the freighter crossed the kill line. The ten Shivan fighters, completely unknown to the Coreworld empire moved in at tremendous speeds. The red spiked fighters slowly began to prime their weapons, each fighter targeting a system took their time to load and charge their weapons. This freighter was going no where in a hurry. Arming their missile banks and shunting all shield power to the forward emitters the Shivan craft descended upon the civilian craft with no mercy. Firing their primary weapons a small Sub-Lach MK-2 (is a very very fast firing blaster weapon designed to weaken shields quickly and effectively with lots of point impacts) the Shivan fighters began to go about bringing down the shields.

Firing upon the Starboard generators the Shivan commander took his time with this pray. It had been to long since they had killed a human, far too long. At the hands of the Shivans the Underwater Asylum homeworld had been obliterated, an entire Corpsacian system destroyed, several inhabited worlds with it, as well as the countless space battles that had claimed many Shivan and human lives alike.

While the fighter squadron was dealing wit the intruder upon the now claimed Shivan territory a small installation was gearing up for a possible battle alert. Within the construct of the half finished base upon a small but not overly so asteroid, Striders walked across vast metal gangways patrolling sensitive areas until the hull was completed. Guarded by three Cain class cruisers and a small fighter detachment the installation was going to be a staging area for the invasion of the Coreworld empire. The small colonies within the system would prove tempting targets but first the transport would have to be dealt with.

The installation had only just begun construction a few weeks ago, the outer structure of the hull was now visible and the fist defensive systems were being put into place. Gravity being more of a hindrance than a commodity to Shivans had not been included in this small observation outpost. However a detailed sensor network and sensitive scanners had been which were just about to be brought online.

"What the hell are those things?!" the captain of the Hawkbat yelped.
"I don't know, boss! Some kind of fighter, looks like!" A crewman replied as the 200 meter freighter shook under the impacts of the newcomers. "Shields are up, and the laser cannons should be online any second!"
On cue, the four twin-laser cannons started spitting red fire at the enemy. Unfortunately, the freighter was taking heavy fire, and it won't last very long.
"Send a distress signal, all channels!" the captain ordered as the forward shields started to fail.

"Mayday, mayday, this is the Hawkbat! We're taking heavy fire from unknown fighters! Assist us immediately! Is anyone out there?"

Aboard the Megalodon, a bored comms officer suddenly lit up when he recieved the distress call. "Captain, I'm getting a distress call from a freighter called the Hawkbat!"
"What? Where is it?"
"Near the asteroid belt. Sir, it's under heavy attack from unknown fighters."
"Very well. Go to battle stations!" A klaxon suddenly sounded and the crew went to their battle stations. "Red and Green squadrons launch immediately. Helm, take us to the asteroid field!"
The X-wing squadrons flew out of the open hangar bay, the pilots itching for some action. As the fighters head towards the stricken freighter, they are followed by the larger ships, in case there are unknown capital ships waiting.
"Lock S-foils in attack position." The colonel in charge of the squadrons ordered. The starfighters' foils split, giving them the distinctive x-shape that they're named after.

"Sir, the fighters are unknown to scanners." Red 5 reported. "We've never seen them before."
"Must be a new threat." the colonel said. "Red Squadron, engage them, but be careful. We don't want surprises. Green Squadron, hang back in case of additional fighters."
With the warning in mind, the first 12 fighters dove upon the enemy, astromechs screaming and red laser bolts spitting at the Dragons.

OOC: bump for the Shivans

OOC: I assume this taking place at the same time as the Attack on CoreWorlds thread? If so, all RS are busy in the conflict or patroling their home system. Sorry CoreWorlds, but you might just be on your own.

CW check TG please. Let me know

TY

C.N.S Zephyr
Flagship of Trade Mission Beta


The Commonwealth Naval Ship Zepher was an old Independence class vessel, she was slow and small compared to its contemporaries but she packed quite a punch and she was tough. Commodore Frederick would not have any other ship as his Flag, he loved the old bird.

His mission was simple, find allies with which the Commonwealth could conduct trade missions with and that brought him to the Candina system this faithful day.

“Sir, long range sensors are detecting unknown fighters attacking a CW freighter near the asteroid belt. Call it 20 million km distant. We are now receiving a distress call confirming the attack.”

“Lets hear it Lieutenant” Frederick told his communications officer. The distress call was played over the speakers. “Detach the freighters and DestRon21 to escort them to the nearest planet. Have the rest of the flotilla form up on the Zephyr in a line of battle. Scramble the LAC squadrons have them take point and bring us to the fight.” Frederick Ordered.

With that the 60 LACs of the Light Carrier Asp launched themselves at over 610 gravities 40 of them moved 3 million km ahead of the main body of the Wickian flotilla. The other two squadrons moved to take out pickett positions around the flotilla. The flotilla followed at 350 gravities.

WIckian Forces in system:
1 BB
1 CVE
2 BC
4HC
4LC
6DD(4 escorting the freighters)
8 Caravan class Freighters

Sorry I have been at work all day but I will be fully available tomorrow. This rp is taking place on a separate timeline from the other attack on Coreworlds. Essentially Coreworlds is just gonna start rping within this chosen timeline as Ekardia’s godmode attack is more than worthy of an Ignore.

The sensor network upon the installation had just gone online, the new date being gathered by the half completed construct was now being transmitted to all Shivan vessels within the system giving them a great advantage on tactical superiority. Keeping the power readings low the installation and guarding warships would go undetected while the fighters had their fun.

The attack on the freighter was now going according to plan, however an un-accounted for variable had interceded and now the Shivan pilots had to dispatch the freighter and with it any possible sensor readings the may have gathered on the Shivan vessels and the hidden space base.

Enemy fighters were now being detected closing in upon the Dragons. The freighter had to be destroyed and it had to be destroyed soon. As a result each Dragon fighter targeted the unshielded section and opened fire with a salvo of hornet missiles. The large pyramid shaped weapons left the launchers of the new and unknown vessels. Streaming towards the Coreworlds freighter the missiles, ten in total suddenly broke apart releasing ten smaller warheads of their own. Moving in on the heat signature of the now marked civilian vessel the Shivans had delivered a sure kill.

The Shivan fighters after firing their missiles accelerated pushing their pilots back into their Shivan equivalent of a seat. Moving towards the X-wings and the Coreworlds advanced scouting party the Shivan ships would engage and destroy their foe. Arming their missile banks and charging their laser weaponry the Shivan crafts would have an impossible battle to win. After fighting the preceding ships the Shivans would then have to deal with a star destroyer, and unfortunately the ten pilots lacked the firepower but not the courage to take to the task. As soon as they were in missile range the hornet missiles were released sending over two hundred small warheads towards the incoming fighters. Moving head on the Shivans would take as many with them as possible.

OOC IB you hipocrit, novaing a sun is a godmod for me but not you and also I thought you were nanite now so whose shivans are you controlling.

OOC: I never did kill the IB Shivans, they are now simply enslaved by Bosch. I OOCly said i had killed them all to fool you but i never ICly posted it. Thats the art of lieing Ekardia.

Shivan <3

The freighter shook heavily under the first volley of missiles.
"Boss, we've lost port and starboard shields!"
"Force help us." The captain groaned, then a familiar starfighter zoomed nearby.
"X-wings, sir! We're saved--!" The excited officer was cut off when the second volley of missiles impacted upon the unprotected hull, ripping open the metal and venting atmosphere. That's not all, for a missile impacted upon the bridge, killing all of the officers. The coup de grace was delivered when the final missiles blew the freighter itself in half, killing what remained of the crew, instantly or slower to the cold and lack of air.

Damn, we lost it! The colonel in charge of the starfighters said. His astromech then suddenly screeched a warning as the same time he saw streaks coming toward him and his squadmates: Missiles!
"I know, I know. Double the forward deflectors!"
The droid complied as the fighter dodged the incoming missiles. A few impacted, but the shield held.
"They're pretty strong for small missiles." He said, as he brought up the proton torpedo targeting, and let loose one blue streak at the lead Shivan craft, then bore in with laser cannons blazing. The other squadron members each took a target to paint, and fought the enemy tooth and nail. Red 6 was the first to die, as several missiles targeted him and reduced him to space dust.

The Megalodon and escorts soon reached the dogfight. Gunships Piranha and Barracuda added their heavy laser cannons when needed to remove the annoying missiles and fighters, careful not to hit the X-wings. Green Squadron, however, was searching for additional enemies, and dodging missiles that came their way.
Green 10, a young, fairhaired pilot, detected faint energy signatures within the asteriod field itself.
"Green Leader, I'm getting some strange readings in the asteroid field itself. I can't make them out well, but it's there." She reported.
Colonel Daniels, Green Leader, relayed the signal to the Megalodon, who proceeded to order them to find out what's causing the signature.

OOC:
http://www.starwars.com/databank/starship/tantiveiv/img/movie_bg.jpg
Gunship, 150 meters long
Carries up to 20 people
Four heavy cannons and two light turbolasers dot it's surface, giving it a good defense against fighters. It's fast and well-shielded, and many pirates use it to smuggle illegal goods.
The corvette is similar in shape, but 250 meters in length.

[Voice of Reason]Actually, lying OOCly is more pointless than lying ICly, as nothing said OOCly counts for much. In character statements are the only things that really count when we're dealing with an In Character issue.[/Voice of Reason]

Anyway, enjoy your battle. TOR is recording the action with hopes to make and sell a full-length DVD (Or whatever people use in Future Tech) with all the action from the war, Behind the Scenes footage, commentary from the leaders of TOR and several other ESUS nations, and sing-alongs to commemorate the battles. Prices start at USD $24.99. The Shivan Conquest: The Real Story
We thank you for letting us film the battle you are currently involved in, it will be a great help for our production.

C.N.S Zephyr
Candina system
4 Million KM from Asteroid Field


"Sir the Recon drones are entering the field now, we expect returns in a minute" stated the tactical officer.
"Lets see what the fog of war will reveal.." Frederick mumbled.

OOC: A recon drone is essentially a large missile with a sensor package in lieu of a warhead...

I'd like to purchase a copy of
The Shivan Conquest: The Real Story

OOC: Open another thread for selling the movie. Not here. Now shoo, we have some killing to do.

The Proton torpedoes came smashing through the blackness in the void. The Shivan fighters alerted by the incoming attacks were ready for their evasion. Vastly more manoeuvrable than the X-wings the Dragons waited for the last moment, just as they torpedoes were about to strike the Shivan craft suddenly accelerated to starboard while launching counter measures they simply side stepped the Coreworld weapons.

The shields upon the Shivan craft were highly resilient, receiving constant impacts from blaster fire the red craft quickly turned the angle of the ship allowing the damaged section to regenerate. The Coreworld swarm having trouble with only ten fighters would soon meet a much more dangerous but not unstoppable force.

The Jedi on board the vessels attempting to feel their way into the Shivan psyche would only detect a resounding hate before their mental and telepathic blocks would smash into their minds and then the Shivans would probe them.

The small cruiser force within the asteroid field was noting the battle with some interest. The Shivan crews on board the larger ships and the general population were all experiencing the battle and blood lust of the pilots, the hive mind alive with activity was eagerly watching the tactics and skill used by the humans to discover a weakness or flaw in their military.

The installation still untouched by the battle was now quickly bringing online its defence turrets, the weapons and sensors always one of the first things to be installed now made the space base a fully operational battle station. The sensor grid though receiving some interference was starting to detect a small signature bearing aft of the cruiser fleet. It was a probe scout of some sort. Now the enemy knew the extent of the Shivan present. Once of the Cain’s designated the Hades slowly powered up its beamcannons an ominous red glow began to form at the mouth of the turrets, the camera now being overcome by the red glow suddenly ceased transmitting.

Now they had been discovered it was decided that an attack would have to be made, the enemy would most likely attempt to fight them inside the field unsuspecting of an offensive measure.

Check Tele's CW

Jedi Knight Corin Helycon was meditating in the Megalodon, trying to feel the unwanted newcomers. What he sensed, was something so...evil, like a very manifestation of Darkness, that he was overwhelmed by the collective psychic might of the Shivans and may have been killed if not for breaking off the connection quickly. He was breathing hard, as if poisoned by the Darkness, and decided to report to the captain on this.
Meanwhile, Red Squadron was having a tough time fighting off the Dragons. Three more pilots have already died, reducing the fighter strength by two-thirds. That was when the gunships and additional fighters (A-wings and Green Squadron) came into play, using ever-increasing numbers to overwhelm the fighters.
The Megalodon and her frigate escorts proceeded into the asteriod belt itself, searching for the strange energy transmissions, and blasting away rocks that came too close.
"Sir, the signal's getting stronger." the sensor officer reported. "It must be a base of some kind."
"Very well. Yankee search, now!"
"Yes sir!"
Yankee search is an old term, a carryover from the days when subs steamed the seven seas. Back then, it was an order to use active sonar to get a better 'picture' of the surroundings. Now, it's similar in intention, but very different in projection method. Using very powerful sensor waves, the active search created a hologram of the asteroid belt around 300,000 cubic km.
"There, sir." the sensor officer pointed to a slightly brightened area just within weapons range. "10,000 km ahead."
"Very well. Helm, close in to 1000 klicks before firing. We need to make good shots in case of ECM. And speaking of ECM, start jamming them, full-spectrum."
"Yessir!" Along with the active holoradar, the Star Destroyer started to jam all known frequencies along the electromagnetic spectrum in preparation for actual combat.
Young Thomas was excited at the prospect of combat, slightly tempered by the oldtimers who knew what war was really about. The boy couldn't wait to watch whatever enemy ships dare attack get blown apart by the turbolasers and ion cannons. Idealism is a fine thing, but it could kill if it's not tempered by the fires of war.

Aboard the Cruiser ACSV Mareva, all was quiet, and tranquil, the ship slowed to cruising speed on the edge of this system, the convoy it was with to stop and deliver some supplies and pick up some commodities on one of the planets, before taking the esteemed emissary Raou'Junih Thyfas to Coredia, for a diplomatic meeting.

Raou'Junih stood on the bridge, he watched and observed, the tranquil peace of space...

*BEEP!* *BEEP!* An alarm screamed in the ears of everyone on the bridge.

"What is it Captain?" Raou'Junih demanded, he sensed something.. elusive, it troubled him.

"Uh.. Theres some form of weapons fire and debris near the field.. Ships identified as Coredian and.. some other nation.. plus.. oh god.. they're here.." The sensors officer answered for the captain.

"They're here" had been all Raou'Junih had had to hear.. the presence he had sensed flooded into his mind, he quickly blocked it, and forced it back, Arenumberg had been lucky not to encounter them before.. but its allies in the ESUS had not been so lucky.

"Convoy Altera-4-Gamma, this is Captain Akara of the ACSV Mareva, all freighters, slow and stay here, Destroyer Ophera, form with the new Umoja Fighters, and then proceed behind us, its Shivans"

The Shivan collective utilising its harmony to attempt a victory sensed an unknown force on the outskirts of their mind. Something different, Something Human. The mind instantly went to delve into this open treasure trove but just as they were about to complete their goal the contact was gone but it was not lost.

The human mind, though lacking direct contact with the Shivan consciousness was still their on the telepathic plane, a small dot of vibrating energy that the Shivans had yet to consume. Gathering their collective might, the Shivans forced their way though the mental locks and broke through the door of the Jedi’s mind. Everything the man had ever encountered was now being devoured, childhood memories, his parents, friends and family, his thoughts and feelings were all now privy to the Shivans but there was still this locked segment, this guarded square of information; the Jedi was resisting.

Concentrating their efforts on this last bastion of guarded information the Shivans began to strip away the Jedi’s will to resist. He was strong but not strong enough. The collective now devoting a mere fraction of its potential sent quick jabbing attacks careful not to kill him, began wearing down the stamina and power of the now helpless human. The Shivans could feel what he was feeling, see what he was feeling, “What is this?” The Shivans began to unravel the locked away information. Ship diagnostics, planet coordinates, fleet strengths, vessel locations, and allies. The Shivans had just discovered the Bletchley Park of future tech.

The Jedi now under Shivan control began to look around the bridge of the Star Destroyer. A large man in a senior looking uniform was approaching, carefully and curious he asked “Who are you.” The only words that he would here would be “Humanity is Doomed.”

The Dragon fighters now being overwhelmed were shot down in turn. Each one of the ten fighters were being extinguished and vaporised from the approaching corvettes. The Shivan cruisers now discovered within the asteroid belt began to power up their subspace drives. The enemy fleet would detect a large gravity well forming, then just as it peaked each of the small cruisers disappeared in a blue haze.

Location Around the Star destroyer Megalodon

As the warship made its way through the asteroid belt blowing up rock after rock, the sensors on board the Imperial vessel would begin to detect four gravity wells forming around the ship (this is taking place while the Jedi is being overwhelmed on the bridge). Within about eight seconds subspace tears began to form and out of the blue rifts emerged four Cain class cruisers.

As the cruisers emerged from their nano jump they opened fire upon the unsuspecting ISD. Emerging with their beam turrets glowing a bright red the Cruisers opened fire and began to tear at the Coreworlds ship. The anti fighter beams and flak cannons on board also began to open fire though with less fire power.

The war had truly begun.

"Humanity is doomed." The Shivan-controlled Jedi flatly told the Captain, as if talking about the weather. Captain Daniels grew apprehensive, seeing just how powerful this unknown race is. But before he could order the guards to shoot (futile as it is) the Knight began to fight off the telepathic assault. Even though his mind was opened like a book, Corin realized just what was in store for the nation. The alien race showed him entire planets reduced to nothing, entire nations exterminated for no other reason than because they 'needed' to be exterminated.
Through the horrifying vision, Corin summoned every bit of his will, and called upon the Force. Mentally battered, the Jedi used the last drop of his reserves to fight off the mind-invasion, and just barely managed to put up enough mental shields to ward off the attacks. But it was too late. The alien race has gleaned every last bit of information from his mind about Coreworlds, right down to the number of people on every planet and colony. The Jedi collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, sweat running down his face in torrents.
"Are...are you all right?" Captain Daniels asked, ordering water for him.
"Yes. They...they are the true face of the Dark Side. Their victims are too many to number, and they have all been...exterminated. Every last sentient. They know who we are, and where our planets are. I-I tried to fight them off, but they...were too powerful."
"Rest, son. Just rest now." The captain then turned to his officers. "Are we in range of the alien base?"
"Yes sir." Then the sensor officer saw warning lights blink on. "Captain! Gravity wells forming up around us!"
The gravity wells turned blue, and four enemy cruisers appeared from them.
"Shields up!"
The cruisers immediately fired a red beam that intercepted the shields, boring through them. While the shields held, some energy still bled through and tore through the hull, ripping guns and metal away. Hull breach alarms sounded throughout the ship as several crewmen were sucked out through the holes or vaporized by the beams. The smaller antifighter beams and flak cannons were absorbed by the shields, leaving the main cannon to do most of the work.
"Damn! Return fire!" Even before the order was given, the turbolaser batteries already answered the enemy weapons with their own massive green energy bolts. Each bolt was a meter thick or bigger, and delivered gigatons of destructive energy with each shot. This is energy that can slag an entire planet's crust in a single hour unleashed upon the Cain cruisers.
The two Nebulon-B frigates added their firepower to the fight, although weaker than the Star Destroyer. They could still hold their own in a fight, though.
The Jedi Knight knew that this was but the first of many engagements to come and many will perish in the greatest war to threaten the Imperial Republic.

((and here's how the Order gets involved...forgive the length...this is all a continuation of this thread here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=345477) , my first foray into space...and ohhhboy...what a foray its turning out to be.))



General Kaerion smiled as he watched the expanding debris on the Main Screen. "Beautiful, Captain, beautiful! I daresay I'm quite taken with the ship you've managed to put together here. Is the Fold Drive back online?"

Captain Wotejenck beamed at the General as he nodded. "Aye, Sir. The Drive has been checked, and is verified to be fully operational. The crew might find it rough, but we're now 100% capable of doing back-to-back Folds."


"Outstanding, Captain. Let us prep for Fold back to Earth."

"Yessir! You heard the man, Helm! Lets head on back!"

The buzz of activity onboard the Quad increased as stations began reporting Fold readiness, and Vance stood back with Lieutenant Davis, the gentleman who'd been escorting him through the Tempest, watching the amazing view on the Main Screen. A waypoint popped up on the Tank and the appropriate markers appeared to correlate on the screen and a count began in the upper corner. The captain repeated the count aloud over the main intercom, "Fifteen seconds to fold! All hands, prepare for Fold!"

Ten....nine....eight.....

Vance returned to his jump seat in the rear of the Quad, the LT following.

....six...five...

The head of the technician at the Sensors console suddenly looked up at the captain, and at the Tank. In the far edge of the tank had appeared a faint blip fading in and out. Another second passed, and then his jaw finally freed up and he found his voice. "CONTACT!" He yelled, even drowning out the intercom.

The counter at the corner of the Main Screen froze at one and Vance could hear the Fold Drive winding down. Captain Wotejenck looked over at signals, and then at the Tank and stood up, watching it.

"El-Tee, can you get a better read on it?"

"Negative, Sir. This is the best I can do from this far out. If we did a quick-fold, I could get a better read on it."

Captain Wotejenck nodded and frowned, stroking his chin. "Yes...unfortunately, the energy spike from a Fold would wave a huge flag saying where we are to them, and that we're trying to get a bead on them."

Vance had already risen and was standing beside the Captain, eying the Tank. "I agree. A Fold will tell them exactly where we are. Besides, folds are for long-distance jumps. Short distance Folds are a bit harder to precisely do. On the other hand...." Vance stood back, eyeing the object. "Were we ever able to salvage the Low-Drive? I know we've got High-Space communications capability, but were we able to get the drive working as well?"

Captain Wotejenck frowned further, his brow furrowing in thought. "Yes and no, Sir. We've not gotten a chance to test it enough yet. We don't even know if it's stable."

"Well, I can tell you that whatever this is, its out of BAST's range. We're the only thing that can get a good read on it. But..if you say it's too much a risk to the crew, I won't order it. We cannot risk losing the ship." Vance paused a moment. "Did they happen to mount the Low-Drive on any of the SPCs?"

Wotejenck thought for another moment, and then nodded. "Yes, sir, they did. The Guardian happens to be outfitted with it's own Low-drive. They've also placed the Sensor package on it...but...they were unable to mount any substantial weapons due to the space taken up by everything else."

"So it can see almost as far as we can. Excellent. I take it the High-Com is installed as well?"

"Aye, Sir. What do you say, launch it to poke around a bit?"

"Indeed, captain. I want us on ready to Fold to their location, however, at a moment's notice, in case they come under attack, if this thing turns out to be hostile." The captain nodded to the General, and tapped his headset.

"Quad to Launch Bay, over." Pause. "Prep Guardian for launch, long range recon. Coordinates are being forwarded to flight computers via the Quad." He nodded again at Vance, removing his hand from the headset. "They'll be launched in two minutes. Until they get there, however, all we can do is sit and wait. Helm, set course for new waypoint, designated November Four."

Vance stepped back to Lieutenant Davis, who was giving him an intense, albeit slightly confused look.

"General? I dont know anything about this....Low-Space or High-Space you're talking about..."

Taking a seat, Vance motioned for the LT to join him. "Well then, let me give you a quick lesson in spatial theory. Best as we've been able to determine, there are four types of Space that exist inside the Space-Time continuum, which're all stacked in layers. Now, imagine the universe as a ball, stacked with these layers. On top, you've got High-Space. Almost no resistance to energy whatsoever, since most energy exists at the lower levels, so it's great for sending communication signals. Unfortunately, this lack means we cant use High-Space for moving matter around. It just simply cant exist there. Part of that issue is that it exists somewhat outside the TimeStream, which is why we've got instantaneous communication ability.

"Next you've got Sidereal space, which is where we exist. Normal space, all that fun stuff. Not much to explain there. Below that, however, is Low-Space, or some call, Subspace. Lots of energy down there, and that energy helps drive a ship using a Low-Space or Subspace drive. The added bonus is, because the fastest way between two points on an arc is to cut along the inside of the curve, it takes less time to get from point A to B. Unfortunately, the limitation of both Sidereal and Subspace is that they both take time to travel, as they exist in the TimeStream.

However, below that, you've got the Edge of the TimeStream and Null-Space, where Folds take place. And since you know how a Fold drive works already, you can take it from there, no?"

The Lieutenant nodded, understanding clearing his face. "So, the Low-space, or Subspace drive, basically cuts the corner of a circle. It still takes time, which is why its not used for anything but short movements."

"Exactly, Mr. Davis. Of course, there are different levels of Subspace as well, which can be harnessed by different engine types...but that’s more something for an advanced Theory class."

The LT nodded and turned his head towards the main screen and the System Patrol Craft, just as it winked to a different level of space.

********

"Captain, Guardian has re-entered normal space!" Vance woke from his un-general-like nap on his chair and was up on his feet crossing to the Tank in seconds. A green blip hung between the position of the Tempest and the gold contact, November 4. After a moment, the gold contact began to sharpen from a blur to an actual shape, which the Tank zoomed in on.

"What the...?" Captain Wotejeneck's brow furrowed as he frowned with thought, eyeing the strange ship being shown. The Main Screen also switched over to a feed from the Guardian, giving a magnified view of the contact.

It was red and black and it's blunted-cone body had three claw-like arms portruding from the larger end, with what had to be a cluster of engines on the rear. Hanging in space on either side of it was a pair of smaller craft, fighter size. They had a similar coloration, however looked more like flying clams with spikes coming off their front.

"Have they spotted the SPC?" Vance asked, whispering as if to keep the strange craft from hearing him.

"Negative...” The captain said, his voice just as quiet. Indeed, the entire Quad had hushed, the crew attempting to make as little noise as physically possible in sight of the almost frightening ships.

"Captain...I've got a very bad feeling about those things. Don’t know what it is...call it gut instinct...but...I really, really don’t like the look to 'em."

"General....I daresay I agree with that...." The captain didn't bother taking his eyes from the Main Screen, instead just staring at the alien vessel. "Engineering....Bring the shielding online, real, real slow."

"Ever test it before?" Vance muttered to the captain, who shook his head very slightly. "Not enough, no. It’s a bigger version of the SPC shields…but...still not tested enough."

The communications console bleeped, a gunshot in the stillness of the Quad, causing the crew to jump. The Communications officer eyed it for a moment and it bleeped again. This time, he answered and the blood drained from his face. "...Captain, its the Guardian. They've been spotted….and from the sound of things, these guys aren’t friendly."

Vance and Wotejeneck cursed together.

[b] C.N.S Zephyr
Candina system
1.5 Million km from Asteroid Field

"Ah so that is what they were hiding in there" Frederick muttered to himself "All Commands 'Beat to Quarters', activate ECM, launch decoys and jammers." Frederick order. as hundreds of objects were vented from his vessels each emitting ECM or jamming to confuse any missile strikes on his units, others the decoys would emit false signatures from a distance the enemy may think them to be ships. "Range to those Cruisers?"

"Two point five million kilometers sir." the tactical officer stated.

"Fleet orders...CruRon88 will accelerate into the field and engage the enemy with LAC support. The remaining units will stand off and bombard the enemy with missiles." With this order Four Light cruisers and two destroyers accelerated at 590 gravities into the field along with 40 LACs. The BB and her remaining consort turn ninety degrees to port and launched a missile broadside. A hundred an forty missiles raced at 75000kps towards the closest Cain class cruiser they moved like whirling dervishes throw the field avoid asteroids, at twenty thousand km they would detonated each bombarding the enemy with x-ray lasers. They would take less then forty seconds to reach their target.

OOC IB icly you said you lost 800 million shivans when the shiva was lost alos you told me that only Diablo and larger could nano jump

In one of the several dark war-rooms inside the UMN building inside -Noir-'s capital Miltia, a large holographic sphere is seen floating in the air in the middle of the room. The image it project was that of a virtual 3D representation of the Coreworld and Shivian battle. A multitude of fighters on both sides are seen flying around wildly trying to evade and attack their opponets. Just a few minutes ago, a freighter had just been destroyed right before a Coredian(is this correct?) rescue team arrived.

While all this fighting was going on deep in space, a group of men sat around the table, underneath the hologram, and was in deep discussion about various important matters concerning this upcoming war.

"This war is going to interrupt all our transfer column system including more than a thousand trade coulmn routes for more than several square astromical units in all direction, thus preventing all gate-jumps and gate-outs in, out, or through the fighting region...We must refrain..." yelled a shrouded figure, due to the darkness of the room.

"But think...If we help Coreworld to eliminate the Shivians right here and now...The transfer system would not suffer that much disruption..." spoke another man but was suddenly interrupted.

"Can't you see! I know you have read the reports about the Shivians! They are an extremely strong advisary! They can't just be dealt with just by a single blow...This war...Is...I believe going to last for generations...From the data we have been gathering...It has been only now at this moment, the Shivians have begun to mobilize their entire force...For years...They have been laying low and building their forces for this moment...The eradication of the entire human race..." said another man, who sounded to be very old but very wise and educated.

"Yes...Yes...We know the details...But we can't send a force out to help Coreworlds...We need all our units to stay here and defend -Noir-!" yelled another man.

"But once the Shivians reach -Noir-, they would probably be at full strength...We need to attack while they are still beginning mobilizing their forces...Right now...They are at their weakest point...Once the Shivians get all their units out...They will be almost unstoppable..." said another man sitting next to the old man who spoke earlier.

For the next few minutes, the group was literally split into two factions with two different opinions and agendas. One group wanted to aid Coreworlds, while the other group wanted to fortify -Noir- and brace for the inevitable Shivian force that would slowly arrive to -Noir-'s shores. But all this time, -Noir-'s current dictator, Keiji (last name withheld), was sitting at his desk oblivious to what was going on. The debate continued going until it came to the point when the group that wanted to defend -Noir- had run out of useable option except one. (note multiple people talking, I don't want to bother with listing individual characteristics. Think of this as a dialogue between two opposing sides)

"How do you intend to transport a force the size you are proposing?"

"How...Well..."

"You can't use the current transfer system because it is not operatable due to the fighting...And regular hyperspace jumps would be out of the question because it is almost 50 times slower than gate-jumping in and out of the transfer system...The Coredian fleet would be obliterated by then..."

"Hey, don't under estimate Coreworlds like that...I've seen them in action and they can take care of themselves and hold their own ground..."

"Yes...I know...But against these Shivians...They wouldn't last long enough for our forces to reach them in time...So what is your answer? How are you getting an expeditionary force of 3 Durandal Class Battle Crusiers and several AGWS class divisions, with the divisions themselves totaling to almost over 20,000 personnel and over 8,000 individual AGWS mech units, mobilized and transported several AUs across the universe and near enough to the fighting so that they can be deployed safely, and all within several days...Or maybe hours...I don't know...And remember, the transfer system is inoperable due to the fighting...And also...Keep in mind that regular FTL and or hyperspace travel is an extremely slow process without the help of the UMN's transfer system..."

"Well..."

"See...Can't think of answer because it cannot be done!"

"Ahem..."

"What is it now? Got something?"

"Project Light Speed..."

"Light Speed??? Is this some kind of sci-fi joke...You need to concentrate seriously on this..."

"It is just the code name of a project carried out by the defunct U-TIC Organization before its collapse a few years ago...Project Light Speed or Project 65893a, to be more precise...Was being developed in conjunction with the UMN 1st Research and Development Division's latest upgrade to the Transfer System, which had just been completed last year. Project Light Speed was received it's funding from Military Space Command's "Black-List" and Vector Industries...It was kept under heavy secrecy...Triple A Class Encryption...But once the U-TIC Organization collapsed under its own weight of internal and political problems and scandals...Most of the U-TIC's current projects, still under heavy shroud, were placed under Vector's various Research and Development Divisions..."

"Enough with the history...And tell us how this Project Light Speed will help us?"

"I am not fully knowledge able on how the Project works, but I've been informed that it amplifies the power of single transfer or trade column and allows several ships to perform a gate-jump and gate-out an immeasureable distance, even distances outside of the current transfer system radius, in little more than a few seconds, compared to several minutes and/or hours for one ship to traverse several AUs...In addition of just amplifing a single column...By redirecting the power out of several other individual columns into one...You could send hundreds or even thousands of ships in a matter of seconds...But the thing is...The only ships capable of using this system would only be the ones built or upgraded with a logic drive that has been approved by Vector Industries...And there have only been two specific drives that have been approved for this system's use, both of these are still pretty much prototypes developed by Vector..."

"There! See, less than half of our fleet is still not equipped with logic drives...And suggesting that we upgrade and standardize our existing fleet with these new logic drives would cost us several billion or even more!"

"But for the sake of saving -Noir-...Saving humanity! No sacrifice is too great!"

The man from the "defense side" sat down in his chair. He knew all too well that their odds of fortifying -Noir- was going to be slim, but he was still too stubborn to believe that the odds on meeting the Shivians head on were still even slightly better. He looked around at others around him, who were now nodding and agreeing with those who wanted to face the Shivians.

"Let's take a vote on this...All in favor for staying and isolate and fortify -Noir-..."

Two people raised their hands, himself and the person sitting next to him.

"Those for sending out an expeditionary force..."

The rest of the group raised their hands.

"It is settled...We will begin fleet preparations in 0500 hours...Dismissed..."

As the group started to walk out of the room, the man walked up to the official, who proposed Project Light Speed.

"You better know what you are doing...If this operation fails, i'll have your hide for this..." he muttered under his breath, and walked out the room.

OOC: i'll go over the logic drive later...

Roger MacFerrin, Master Chief Warrant Officer in command of the SPC Guardian, threw the nimble craft into a hard turn, away from the now-approaching ships. “Can you still get a bead on ‘em?” he shouted back to the specialist operating the Recon Kit at the back of the crew cabin.

”You keep flyin, I’ll pock with the sensors, sir!” came the reply from the Specialist, who was busy trying to glean as much information from the contacts as possible.

MacFerrin slammed the throttle to full open, and the craft leapt forward, trying to open up a wider gap between them and the alien ships. “I’m running for that slipstream you spotted, Cruz! We get there, I’ll dive us into Subspace!”

“Dunno how the drive’ll handle a slipstream, sir.” Warrant Officer Barnes told the Pilot, eying the pair of red lights winking on his Flight Engineer board. “I’ve got some Low-Drive warnings, something with the primary capacitors…I need to go back and check ‘em out.”

“Don’t forget your helmet, then. If they shoot us and we lose pressure, we don’t want to lose you back there.”

“Aye-aye, Sir.”

The Flight Engineer rose and headed back to the engine compartments, gathering up his helmet from the chair rack and his tool kit from its stow-space by his console. The Co-Pilot and gunner, Chief Warrant Garret, turned in his seat and tossed the flight engineer a coin. “For luck, man. If nothing else works, stick it between the Alpha and Beta contacts.”

The pilot gave him an odd look. “Stick that into the capacitor contacts? Likely to blow the system…”

”Naw,” the gunner said, turning back to grip his weapon manipulators, “it worked just fine when I was the GIB onboard Sherbert Dream, during the Bengalli mission.

“Oh really? I was GIB on th-“ MacFerrin was abruptly cut off by Specialist Cruz.
“Uh, I hate to interrupt the reminiscing, but here they come!”

The two fighters had broken off from their larger fellow and had accelerated to pull into range of the SPC. They opened up with their cannons, which pounded on the larger, but not as well armed, Patrol Craft’s shielding.

”Brace!” MacFerrin yelled, slewing the Guardian into a hard corkscrew turn, the forces pushing past the compensator’s limit. A clatter and curse came from the engine compartment as the GIB (Guy In Back) fell over a well shielded, but entirely unpadded conduit. The Dorsal mounted light cannon turret opened fire, sending its 8mm railgun slugs out at the attackers.

“Where the hell is Tempest,damnit?!” MacFerrin growled, leveling the craft back out.

“They’re charging the Fold Drive now, Sir! They had to wait a minute to get everyone suited up and load the tubes! ETA, seventeen seconds!”

“Bloody hell, Cruz! Drop me a waypoint so they don’t Fold in with us INSIDE them!”

There was a pause, and then a gasp as the idea hit Cruz, who immediately popped a caret to the Pilot’s HUD. “Stay away from there, sir!” Macferrin pulled the SPC around into another hard twist, throwing its occupants around firmly in their seats. Another burst of fire spattered the shielding and a couple pounded on the hull. As he brought the ship around, he finally got a look at where the caret was pointing.

“What the….HOLY SHIEEAT! Its right on top of---“

The pilot’s words were drowned out by the collision alarms sounding, and directly to starboard, in a flare of light and energy appeared the Tempest. Hardly a second had passed before the SPC Icarus detached from the hull, opening fire with its forward cannons. From the bay beneath the ship emerged the flight of SFX-1 Prometheus prototype starfighters, the first made by the Kestrels. The cruiser, however, turned itself towards its chosen prey, the larger Unknown.

“Sir! They’re charging something by their engines, I think they’re gonna try to jump outta here!”

“Roger that, Spec! Guns, hit ‘em with a tracker-tag!”

“Tagged in five…four…three…two…one…..I see you!”

On the sensor display, the hostile craft lit up with a yellow corona, superimposed by the computer system. A small High-Space beacon began transmitting. Two more of the small missiles hit the ship’s hull, except did not activate-their job was to wait for the beacon to fade, then activate their own. Special parameters were set in the final one, to activate only when the ship held relatively stationary for more than an hour.

The system could track a ship across half a galaxy; however, energy costs for a transmission of that much power meant the beacons could operate for only a few seconds-just long enough to give a position update. After the last beacon fired off its message, there’d be no further way to track the ship, unless they found it and dropped more tracking missiles on it.

“There it goes!” The Specialist informed the SPC’s crew. A blue ball of light formed at the bow of the hostile, and it slipped through it to disappear from Sidereal space. Of the two hostile fighters, there was not much left to be found.

“Alright…Guns, dock us at ED Alpha. I’m going to visit the head and...change.”

OOC: Ekardia if you had bothered to read the earlier posts you would realise that this thread is taking place in another timeline. So Bog off.

The Cains shuddered under the initial impact of the turbo lasers, Shields buckling under the initial assault the Shivan craft would, before their destruction fire off one last shot. Each Cain priming their second beam turret targeted the exact same coordinates on the Star Destroyers hull while setting a collision course. All shield power shunted to the section facing the ISD would allow the Cains to survive for that little bit longer before they were taken into the night. Each Cain fired as their shields began to fail, moving in at flank speed while their red weapons drove into the white hull of the Coreworld ships would in the end result in a celebration for humanity. This battle would result in a loss for the Shivans, but necessary intelligence was gained, the war was far from over. OOC: Ill let you decide if they hit the ISD or not.

Location Subspace.

Admiral Bosch sat at his view screen planning the resulting military conflict, overseeing detailed maps of Coreworld systems and military bases the campaign was anticipated to be a fast one.

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“Computer Open Journal Day 5678

So once again it comes to another war. It seems to me that the Shivans are never content with peace, they never will. They are a race bred for destruction and hate, and for that purpose they are well suited. I have seen so many worlds destroyed with the result of my plans and intrigue. So much blood on my hands.” Looking down at his aged hands, Bosch stared at the veins as though the blood in him was the blood of the countless slaughtered billions. “The hammer will fall hardest upon the clan known as Coreworlds, the self elected superpower of the human race. They do not know the meaning of power, but they soon will, they soon will.

End Log

Bosch walking out of the room towards his sleeping quarters strolled of into the dark lit corridors leaving behind an image that few humans would see and live to tell the tale. Out of the window if his study the entire Shivan fleet was visible. Thousands of warships moving in unison swarming the view would impress even the most cynical of people. The Shivans were on the way.


Colony of Andilia

The Coreworld system of Andilia was a mystery to the Shivans, so far they had very little of information to go on. Its population and military defences though known at the time of the purging of the Jedi’s mind would have now changed.

Moving through subspace a small red object glowed in the darkness, its lights and communication relays were a testament to Shivan engineering and technology. Now upon the designated coordinates the small probe only two meters in radius ascended from the lower sub spacial plane into the human’s universe. Close to the sun of Andilia a small subspace tear formed, almost undetectable due to back ground radiation and solar gravity the probe emerged into the system. Quickly activating its cloaking device the probe shimmered out of detectable scanning ranges and disappeared. It would now scan the system. (OOC: Coreworlds rp what the probe will find. The cloak aint invincible once its finished the scan rp its discovery.)

OOC: Black Wolf rp you tracking the Cain to a supply dump on a small rogue moon and ill start rping from there.

OOC: I agree with IB, Ekardia, besides, it is an advantage for them, otherwise we'd be able to kill them from long range.

IC:
The combined beam attack broke cleanly through the shields and impacted upon the dorsal side of the ISD. Boring through, the beams vaporized a laser cannon, metal, plastic, men, and droids as it speared through the ship and burst out on the other side, where the beam sped off into infinity. When the beam was finished, rapid decompression set in, sucking out more young crewmembers and droids into the airless vacuum of space.
Young Keegan felt himself being pulled out and grabbed a pipe. With all his strength, he fought the powerful winds threatening to take him to the jaws of Death. He struggles to breathe, but the winds took the air out of his lungs, suffocating him. The automated blast doors finally kicked in, sealing off his station from the vacuum, and pumped air in to repressurize the hallways. It was then, and only then, did Thomas Keegan realize the true nature of war, and what it means to stare in the face of Death and live, when so many of his comrades have died.
On the bridge, Captain Daniels saw the enemy ships tear a hole in the white hull of the Star Destroyer and saw the horrifying and familiar sight of men dying in the void. At least they missed the reactor, or else we're goners. The hole was between the first and second hangar bays, narrowly missing the fuel and ammunition storage depots.
The second volley of turbolasers smashed into the Cain Cruisers, bent on ramming the ship. The green bolts obliterated the cruisers before they could hit the ISD, though chunks did impact the shields to little effect.
"Now, we shall finish off the bastards' base." The captain growled. "While we are at it, give me damage reports!"
The Star Destroyer loomed over the enemy base, firing not just turbolasers and ion cannons (shorts out shields and electronics), but also proton torpedoes and concussion missiles (capital-grade). The initial damage and casualty report was sobering: 200 crewmembers dead and 100 more treated for exposure and other injuries. Hull breaches in sections 10 to 25, accompanied by a neat hole on the top and bottom of the ship.

At the colony of Andilia:
A colony world with farms and towns dotting the surface, Andilia is not much different from Earth or similar planets, boasting a population of 10 million Coredians of various races (humans, elves, SW races, etc). The Shivan probe, so far undetected by 3 Star Destroyers, one Star Cruiser and numerous other craft, including a space defense station, would notice that it also is a fairly busy space lane, with transports and cargo ships coming and going whenever they please. Not as busy as the main worlds, but still plenty to do for the two spaceports.
The probe was finally detected by a sharp-eyed A-wing droid who noticed something...strange in the location where the probe is scanning, and let his pilot know.
"What is it, R2?" The pilot asked. The droid replied 'scan this location'. "R2, there's nothing there. I think you need a check--."
What made the pilot stop was a tiny and odd blip that barely registered on the scanners.
"Hmm. You may be right. Let's take a closer look." The A-wing headed for the probe's location, the pilot squinting to see what's there, and priming weapons and shields just in case.

OOC: I made sure to follow the rules and ask first. I asked CoreWorlds, the Reply was Favorable, and so here I am.

IC: A probe was scanning Space debris for new Technology when its sensors picked up something far off.

MULTIPLE LIFE SIGNS DETECTED IN SECTOR 3 WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED AS WELL. SEND PROBE 4 TO INVESTIGATE.

The probe stopped its scanners and moved off towards the battle at Transwarp. It arrived to see a battle between multiple ships against one very large ships with the others apperently losing. The probe immediatly began scanning all ships in the area. It also sent out a message to all ships in the area.

WE ARE THE BORG. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. WE ARE THE BORG.

OOC: Words in Italics are internal thoughts. Words in bold are the words spoken by the hive mind. The voice sounds like millions of voices speaking as one. If you have ever watched an episode with the BORG in it, you will know what I am talkling about. A probe is 200 meters long by one hundred meters tall.

UMN Administration Building
-Noir- capital of Miltia
*ALERT! ALERT! UN-IDENTIDFIED VESSEL ENTERING RESTRICTED QUADRANTS 40 AND PASSING QUADRANTS 41 TO 60* sounded the alarm inside the UMN Transfer System Management Division Command Center. Several operators scrambled back into their seats, some still carrying their lunches.

"Sir, it is passing through the newly restricted center area the Shivian and Coredian battle..."

"Sir, scan reports that it is a class 6 level probe...Recon only...No weapons..."

"Commander, visual confirms it is a probe...I can't get a make or origin, but it's sure not Shivian nor Coredian...Hey, Mako, take over..."

"Affirmative...Database confirms it to be sub-species class 4965b...The Borg..."

"Why would the Borg be here? Got bored of the other side of the universe?"

"Who here is tracking the Borg?" said the commander.

"I am sir, the last confirmed major battle between sub-species 4965b...was...With species class 4a...In quadrants 698 to 700 several months ago...They have been silent since then..."

"Looks
like they want to join the fight...No problem..." said the commander "Just more battle fodder for the Shivian forces..."

---~~~---
Nergal Corporation Autonomous Space Colony "Hikari"
Orbitting several hundreds miles above -Noir- orbit.

Several thousand ships are docked inside this colony, both military and civilian. But of the multitude, are 15 specific vessels that stand out. These are the Durandal Class Battle Cruisers that are stationed at the colony and are always prepared for immediate deployment. While other Durandal Class Battle Cruisers are stationed at various -Noir- outposts around the universe for specific sector defense from future aggressors who intent on nearing -Noir-.

Measuring more than 4000m long, these battle cruisers is currently the largest and make up the main stay of the -Noir- space fleet. Its ability to autonomously move around survive is unparalled in the entire universe. A single Durandal Class Battle Cruiser could be described as a fully autonomous space colony. The Battle Cruiser has its own large and fully functioning residential area, several parks, a casino, and the most important feature would be one of the greatest life-support system ever designed in the entire universe, allowing the vessel to be out for a plethora of years, before the life-support system needs to be checked and upgraded. But the main prototype Durandal Class Battle Cruiser was first designed to be able to dock with the Kookai Foundation, or in other words the Second Miltia Space Colony, and act as the colony's propulsion system to move around in space.

These Battle Cruisers well be planned to be surpassed by Vector Industries' Rhine Maiden Class vessels. Current specs are not available.

The NSV Resolute, NSV Miltia, NSV Amaterasu, are three of the fifteen Durandal Class Battle Cruisers that were chosen to be sent to aid Coreworlds, in their battle against the Shivians. Hundreds of AGWS, Anti-Gnosis Weapon System, battle mech units were being loaded into each vessel. A force totaling over 8,000 units, this was by far the largest deployment of AGWS units since the conflict with the Gnosis.

OOC: i was going to make this longer but got tired....need to take a break then i'll keep typing...

OOC: Actually a BORG probe does have weapons. It also carries about 20,000 Drones on it. Scans can register weapons however at most Lifesigns are minemal. Jedi get the same reaspons.

The lance of WIckian light cruisers and destroyers arrived at the sight of the Shivian former base just as the ISD gave it a coup de grace. They and the four squadrons of Lacs took up screening positions around the ISD.

C.N.S Zephyr
Candina system
Edge of the asteroid Field

"Comms raise the Megalodon and ask them what Aid they require in this system...And if they would like our assistance against these Shivans."

The message was transmitted.

SPECIES 5432 DETECTED. IGNORE. UNKOWN SPECIES DETECTED, BEGIN SCANS.

At that the probe began intense scanning of the destroyed Shivan Base, intent on discovering every last bit of information. The green scanning beams were planly visable to any who could see the base.

OOC[warhaven]: didn't know what kind of probes they are...just thinking small unmanned one...

IC:

Space Colony "Hikari"
Ammunition Hold 40a

"Easy now...Easy...Whoa!?!?!" yelled one of the mechanics as he was directing another mechanic on where to position a large pallet of ammunition. "Did they even teach you how to operate that crane!?!? Geez...Can't even get decent workers anymore..."

"Sorry, boss..."

"Well you better be...If you make an accident in this place, you could end up destroying this section of the colony...Geez..."

The "boss" took off his hard hat and scratched his head.

"Go get Briggs...We can change shifts now...They can finish up the last of the ammunition..."

"Sure, boss..."

---~~~---

"Hikari" Command Center

"Is everything going as planned?" said colony commander Cherenkov.

"Yes, sir...We are ahead of schedule...All of the AGWS units are secure inside all three vessels...Ammunition loading is 90% complete...Holds 10-60 and 65-100 are fully loaded..." said one of the ensigns, as he pulled up various data charts on his console.

"Good...Very good...How about the "Sakura" and "Kiku" colonies? How are their preparations?"

"The "Sakura" has finished up loading up their 30 Durandal Battle Cruisers, they are ready for immediate deployment...And...The "Kiku" they have finished off preparations for the gate-jump to the battle location...We have reports from the "Kiku" that transfer columns 25-40 and trade columns 1-50 have been shut down and their power, re-routed to the gate-jump location..."

"Good...How about the "Foundation", has it arrived yet?"

"No, they are still several hours away...They had to take several detours, in order to pick up refugees and -Noir- citizens, on the various planets and outposts it crossed, on the way here..."

"I see...Are the Zohars still in the Durandal?"

"Yes...The reports from the Durandal confirm that all the Zohars are in stable condition..."

"Very good...Oh...Has anyone informed the Chancellor yet?"

"Uhhh...I don't think his staff has brought up the subject yet...But I believe he would be getting a bit suspicious by now...I believe he knows about Coreworld's situation...But I don't think that he knows what exactly we are doing up here..."

"That's not good...Go send him a message stating what is going...If his staff won't tell him...Then I might as well do it..."

OOC: To the Borg player. You had better make your posts of a better quality or I will ignore you. I take a policy of either you put effort into the rp or you don’t rp at all.


The Probe now sensing an approaching craft on an intercept course instantly self destructed, the gathered data however would be sufficient to mount an offensive in the system. It would still be a few months before the Shivan fleet arrived at the appropriate coordinates in subspace however the Coreworld empire spanned vast distances and they would most likely believe with the impending lull in the fighting that the war was never started and that it was already over.

The installation opened fire with its four beam turrets. Targeting the damaged star destroyer the weapons only managed to get off a mere four second blast before the overwhelming fire power destroyed the unshielded construct. The Shivan energy core was breeched causing the temporal core to release a black hole, the monstrous hole in normal space began to pull everything in sending a torrent of rocks and asteroids to the former installation and Coreworlds fleet. Within a mere nano second the anomaly collapsed leaving a small void surrounded by a dangerously positioned fleet now about to be pummelled by vast amounts of debris.

Meanwhile in the Andilia system

The small probe had self destructed after a small amount of time within the system, any approaching craft would just detect a small energy signature and a little amount of vaporised debris. The probe relaying everything into subspace had done its job perfectly and elegantly.

Two Months Later

Within subspace a force of Shivan vessels were massing. A number of assorted Cain and Lilith cruisers were making their preparations to jump into real space while insuring they remained close to unknown larger vessels.

The fleet powering up its subspace drives descended into Real space, the Lilith and Cain cruisers emerged twenty of them altogether inside the system, Weapons powered they began to make their way towards the defended planet of Andilia. There would be no dawn for the colony. Fighters emerged from the bays, hundreds of manticores swarmed the area ahead of the Shivan force descending upon the system.

“On screen!” Bosch sitting on the bridge of his Shivan warship was watching the battle as it was unfolding. The Shivan force heading towards the planet would soon be intercepted by enemy capital ships. However that was the plan. Moving towards the planet at flank speed the Shivan cruisers would be in firing range of the general population within twelve minutes.

“Display status of task force two.” Upon the vast viewing screen, a second force was displayed one consisting of large Shivan destroyers. Rakshasha and Ravana destroyers were clearly visible while being surrounded by lesser Cain and Lilith class cruisers. “Upon my order they will begin the attack.”

Computer Open Log

“It has often come to my thoughts as to why do I do this? Why do I make a log, a diary if no human will ever read it? It is a question that has tossed through my mind many an occasion and it came to me that I should finally answer it. I should at least give reason for my actions. It began almost four hundred years ago, yes I am that old. It began with the great incursion into the Shivan realm where my former nation and people devised a weapon of mass destruction that had vast potential. The government attempted to prevent me from gaining the control and activation of the weapon however I bested them. I seized control of the weapon and began to utilise its vast potential. Forming a rift I unwittingly allowed the Shivans into our universe, I gave them the temporal coordinates to our home. I gave and singed my people their death warrants. However in the great battle in the void of our galaxy.”

The screen in front of Bosch suddenly glared red as a beam cannon opened fire. The battle had begun.

The A-wing pilot noticed a small flash of light as the probe was destroyed.
"That's weird. Doesn't look like much, though. Just some vaped debris. Let's go make a report, R2."
As the droid beeped his OK, the A-Wing turned around, leaving the probe bits to linger for eternity.
When he made his debriefing, his commander wondered what really is going on around here. There was reports of a freighter that was killed some time earlier, and now this. A cautious woman, Commander Selona decided to send the report, however small, up the chain of command, and ask for a small increase in force compliment at Andilia, maybe another squadron, just in case.

Aboard the Megalodon:
"We've done it, sir, but the destruction seems to have caused a small gravity well to pull the asteroids around us in. Oh yeah, and a fleet from the Wick has come by, asking if we need help."
"Very well. Let's get out of here before the rocks do more damage. Helm, make your way out of the asteroid field and let the Wick know that yes, we will need some help as we are damaged."
"Aye, aye, sir."
The Star Destroyer sent the message to the Wickian craft and then the task force made its way out of the asteroid field.
In preparation for the jump to Coredia, the Megalodon sent one final message.

From Megalodon to Wickian craft.
We are going jump to Coredia to make our report to the Emperor.
If you can accompany us, we will appreciate it.

With that, all the ships and remaining fighters made the jump to hyperspace for Coredia.

The Emperor, upon taking a look at what happened to the ship, decided to increase military patrols in the outer systems, including Andilia. He knows that something big is about to happen, but the question remains:
Who did that much damage to the Megalodon and why?

Two months later
So far, no attack has occured from the mysterious enemy that attacked a Star Destroyer task force 60 days before, though rumors of mysteriously lost freighters abound. The Senate thought that whatever threat that arrived at the patrol lanes just disappeared. Maybe just another upstart pirate nation trying to assert its dominance in the galaxy. Despite the danger that the Emperor knew, the Senate asked him to reduce the patrols and he reluctantly started to do so.

Meanwhile, in the Andilia system:
Four Star Destroyers and two Star Cruisers plus accompanying craft patrol the sector around Andilia, as per the increase in security. But after two months of nothing except that mysterious flash that was forgotten, the patrol was about to be reduced.
Suddenly, a tear in space was registered on all scanners, and twenty menacing ships entered the system.
Governor Drake Yamacha upon hearing of the fleet, ordered all military craft to Red Alert, even as he sent a message, attempting to keep the peace for as long as possible.
"Unknown fleet, this is Governor Yamacha of Andilia. Your presence is unwelcome. Leave now, or face destruction."

The Star Destroyers and Cruisers made a microjump between the fleet and the planet, blocking the enemy fleet. Fighters have already started attacking the Manticores as they made obvious attack runs. X-wings and A-wings lead the charge while the other fighters (B- and E-wings) followed up with heavier weapons. The gunships and frigates did their best to keep the enemy Manticores from the planet and capital ships. The Destroyers and Cruisers themselves powered up their weapons and shields and prepared for battle, and so did the defense stations and planetary turbolasers. A shield went up around the capital, and the people prepared for an invasion, grabbing weapons and heading to bunkers.
Yes, the battle has truly begun.

Earth Orbit,
Sol System

"How much longer until we're ready?" General Kaerion asked the Captain, pacing the Quad. The Tempest had returned to Earth almost immediately upon retrieving the fighters and the System Patrol Craft as well as dropping a beacon to monitor the trackers locked on the hull of the Unknown, which the crew had taken to calling "Demons." Further compounding the matter of the violent First Contact, at the end of the engagement they had shot a report of what happened back home, however, when they arrived, they had found BAST Control entirely unawares of their previous message. Unfortunately, what BAST had told the General and Captain was almost as disturbing as the fight.

Upon the initial fold, the Tempest had dissapeared entirely from all sensors and communications, leaving Control believing the Kestrel's only shot home was stuck between, an etherial "Flying Dutchman." The relief expressed by BAST Control when the Tempest reappeared was evident from their flood of praises to various dieties, cries of joy, and all around concern.

Disturbed by this news, Vance and a pair of engineers began filtering through the information collected on all the jumps, but had been unable to find any reasoning for what might have caused the problem. It certainly wasn't merely the High-Com not working properly, it tested out fine between the relays and the ship. BAST Control wasn't the issue, simply because the High-Com could not work that deep inside a planet's gravity well and they had to rely upon the relays, which were in order. Having been unable to find a hint in the information, Vance had set it all to the side an hour before to help manage the resupply and crew adjustments.

The Captain turned to Vance and shook his head. "Another hour, at least, sir, before the last load is ready for lift. It'd probably been faster for us to land, despite the Cradle being the only thing that could hold us...and having the added bonus of being broken from lift."

Vance let out a sigh and shook his head. "Whats left to come aboard?" From the grimace that appeared on Wotejeneck's face, Vance had the feeling he wouldn't like the answer.

"The last of the Kestrels groundside, save for a few who were going to opt to stay back here when we Leave anyway, Admiral Naismith included. Their STARMOR, supplies, and the last of our tech we didn't want to leave behind."

Vance frowned, glaring at bulkhead. "Callie's too, I take it."

"Yes, sir, she's leaving Naismith in charge, as was agreed upon. And with the last of the Original Kestrels coming aboard, we'll be at a full crew compliment as well as having full supplies, the reasons why we couldn't take off after that Demon in the first place."

"Eric, I don't want my sister on board for this one. She doesnt need the risk. I don't want her risked."

Noting the shift of the conversation to a more personal level, Wotejeneck lowered his voice. "Vance, you know you couldn't deny her this. She was dissapointed to all ends simply because you wouldn't let her lift the ship from the Cradle and take it on it's first Fold. And besides..you've seen her fly a fighter and the SPCs. You know she's got more natural spacer in her blood than these Natives we've got in the cockpits and as half the crew these days, not to mention a good chunk of the Kestrels we've got left."

"Doesnt mean I've got to like it, Eric. Doesn't mean a damn thing at all."

******

The Tempest began boosting towards the Fold-Point they had used before, the crews still moving their equipment from the dock-holds and the SPCs. Vance was once more at his station on the Quad, this time a more appropriate Command Chair had been jerry-rigged into place for him beside the Captain's Chair. He'd also been issued a Command Stylus for maniuplation of the Holo-Tank as necessary, but would otherwise leave the majority of the operations to the Captain, as a sort of unspoken agreement.

The Fold went smoothly, the least experienced members of the crew being on their fourth and gliding quite easily into the routine of things. The Beacon was right where they had left it, and had already gathered the first stopping point of the Demon ship. It was on the move again, but the signal was getting weaker so plans were made to jump to the first stop-off.

An attempt was made to contact BAST Control, but there was no luck. There were, however, a fair amount of signals emitting from the Sol System, which left them even more stumped as to the cause of the issue. Due to the nature of the mission and the fading signal, however, they Folded to leave the problem until a later date.

**

They arrived in deep space, with only a handful of spatial anomolies to hint as to why the stop occurred. A quick search revealed the tracking missiles reporting it still moving, so the General and Captain took advantage of the time waiting to conduct readiness drills. That was the issue of tracking this particular prey; when it only took seven seconds plus ten minutes of recharge time to cross a thousand light-years, there was plenty of waiting.

**

It was during the third such jump-waits that the alert came out. The last regular beacon had faded some hours before, leaving the Tempest blind as to where the Demon ship had dissapeared to. Since the ship had still been moving when the beacon had faded, they had jumped to near the last known position and waited.

The call had rousted Vance from his personal quarters, as it was during the 'night' watch. Despite being dead tired and out cold, he was dressed, shaved, and looking quite fresh on the Quad inside of ten minutes. Captain Wotejeneck was only a minute behind him, having a bit further in the ship to go to get to the Quad. (Or at least, that was his excuse. In all reality, his quarters were on the opposite side of the hall and a few feet down.)

"They've stopped, Captain." Vance said when Wotejeneck arrived at the Quad.

"Its about bloody damn time they stopped. Is the Fold Plotted?"

"Yep, they took care of it while we were stilll on your way. Going to have to make two folds on this one, otherwise its a bit long to be within safe pre-combat tolerances."

The captain nodded, and lifted a glass cover from a button on the side of his armrest. "Well..lets get this ball rolling, unless you've got some objections?"

Vance merly waved a hand in front of him, indicating Wotejeneck to proceed. The Captain nodded and stabbed a finger down on the button. Yellow lights began flashing along the walls, and a buzzer began sounding--the call to General Quarters. Switching his command headset on, he spoke.

"We've got a bead on the final stop of the Demon craft, we'll be doing two hops to get to 'em. The first will be a standard one-kay jump, and the second will be an eight-kay jump. Probability of Combat on far side of second jump is high, so proceed to your stations, damage control teams get ready, pilots to your ships, and everyone in their suits. We jump in five. C-Quad, out."

Vance nodded, pulling his skinsuit on already. "Doesnt take long to settle back into the Old Ways, now does it?"

Wotejeneck chuckled and nodded, pulling his out from the storage in the deck beside his chair. Crew members were all issued two suits, one at their station and one in their quarters. In the case of an emergency, at either locations they could prepare themselves and save valuable time by not having to run back to grab it. Sometimes, damage would have already rendered that impossible.

"Indeed, General. Its not quite the same as commanding a BattleShip, but it'll do, this Cruiser will."

The rest of the bridge crew finished up with their suits about the same time as the two Command Officers and All Ready lights were lit for all battle stations. Three minutes, a rather good time. But then again, for the past two days, they'd been drilling, so it was looking to finally pay off.

"Prepare engines for first jump!"

"Aye-aye, Captain!"

The power necessary to fold the universe began humming through the ships veins, storing itself in the massive capacitors built around the Fold Engines. Buckles snapped as crew members harnessed themselves into place, preparing for the first of the folds. By this time, everyone was an old hand at it-several jumps a day were wearing, but it built endurance that was quite above that of most people in similar shape.

The countdown to fold began, and as the final ten seconds passed, the engines hum grew louder and louder, the energy contained straining to get out and perform its duty.

And then the Fold, seven seconds of discomfort, and then normal space again. A reorientation of the ship followed by ten minutes of recharge...

Fold.

******

They came out several hundred kilometers from the Demon's last recorded position, but it was more than enough to get a good bead on the surrounding area.

The sight in the Tank and on the Screen was not a pleasant one, not one indeed.....

(Take it away, IB!)

Once again the everpopular and oftmentioned Traileric fleet arrives. Numbers have been stated several times. Doing little more than gliding serenly through normal space assessing the situation


OOC:*hint hint*Lemme know whats happening, I'm kinda lost. e.e

Trailers ad me on msn and ill let you know. This post will be edited and an IC comment added.

Wardventure1@aol.com

OOC: I don't have MSN

I have AIM

NSV Resolute
Pilots Quarters

"Man...When are we going into battle?" said one of the AGWS pilots to some of his friends.

"I don't know...It has been at least two months since the command to arm the ships..."

"I know it's weird...Has Coreworlds stopped the attack single-handedly?"

"No...No...I doubt it...I've heard that the Shivians...Suddenly left the battle...But the Coredian fleet was devastated...No, destroyed..."

"The Shivians must be laying low for awhile...There must be a bigger attack going to happen..."

"Mmmhmm...And I know it's not here...The UMN would have detected it by now..."

"Hey, can you hand me that Coke there...Yea...That's mine...So where were we?"

"About the UMN...Yea...But...You know...I bet it would be somewhere near Coreworlds...They are closet to where the Shivians first appeared and disappeared..."

"Yea...You're right..."

"So you think we might just be assigned to defense duty here...Around -Noir-?"

"No...I've heard rumors that the NSV Excel is being refitted, and also the Aries...And much of the fleet is gearing up for something...I've also heard that Vector is coming out with a new vessel class...It's going to be a whole lot larger than the Durandal Class...And almost 200 times stronger!"

"It sounds that those new ships might be our last trump card...If...The Shivians reach -Noir-..."

OOC: going to finish this later...l

ooc: sorry for the interruption, but does this mean that the other attack on coreworlds thread is done with now?

wow...double post...amazing...so it is possible...

The Mara’s engaged the enemy fighters at point blank range, missiles flared everywhere impacting upon coreworld and Shivan ships alike while the void glared with light from the laser fire of both species. The tell tale red glow from Shivan weapons would be visible from the planets surface.

The Coreworld fleet jumped in next to the Lilith and Cain class formation resulting in a vast fire fight. The Shivan vessels much more adapt and ready for the ISD’s more now than before would not be so willing to die. Each vessel automatically targeted a single Star destroyer. Concentrating their fire power on the bridge each Cruiser let rip with their two beam cannons allowing forty of the Shivan weapons to fly home to their target. Once the bridge had been destroyed if it was destroyed the intention was to have the red weapons tear a vertical incision through the super structure resulting in the star destroyer snapping in half. Each tactic would be used for each warship until either the enemy ships were destroyed or the Shivans were.

Incoming fire from the other defender vessels however did hit home. Impacting upon the shields, and tearing through the outer defences of the Cains created the tell tale signs of hull breeches and damage. The green of Shivan atmosphere would be visible jetting off into space, while hull fragments crashed into fighters and cluttered the battlefield making a difficult situation even worse.

Two Cain class cruisers were instantly downed from the initial volley of the ISD counter attack while three more suffered serious damage resulting in engine and primary weapons loss. The Shivans insuring that their technology would not fall into enemy hands entered a self destruct sequence that would light the sky below as if it were new years eve.

The Lilith cruisers however were faring much better. Though exactly the same shape and size as the Cain class these cruisers had a small bonus, enemy weapons fire that penetrated the shields impacted upon the energy absorbing armour which in turn allowed the cruisers to re route the energy from the Coreworlds weapons fire to their own weapons and shield systems. However with each direct hit the Lilith armour was being vaporised.

The fighter battle was something never seen before by the Coreworlds forces. The Shivan ships vastly manoeuvrable and heavily shielded were the perfect nightmare for the Imperial fighter core but there was another devilry at work. The hive mind of the Shivans allowed each fighter to work symbiotically, if one Shivan was near doom another would instantly help it. If a missile was launched each and every pilot was aware of it allowing the Shivans to react instantly to the entire battle.

Meanwhile in the Candina system

Admiral Bosch aboard the SD Lucifer had just ordered the second fleet to exit subspace and obliterate every living thing within the system. Ad each ship left for real space million of lives were leaving the realm of the living. As each Shivan capital ship emerged from subspace they began to emit FTLi fields (faster than light inhibitor) and while jamming all communications. The system was filled by literally hundreds of warships most over two km long and filled with weaponry. The battle would be a quick one.

The Coreowrld command would detect a mere communications blackout from the system while experiencing many reports of an intense fire fight at Andilia, if all went according to plan the Coreworld fleet would be dispatched to the lesser of the two systems.

As soon as the capital ships emerged from subspace they opened fire upon civilian and military ships alike, thousands of beams threw across the void vaporising ships and colonies alike. As the capital ships converged on the main colony world while destroying everything in their path the warships (so far no sathanas ones or the Lucifer is present) moved towards their goal, herding the defenders into an ever smaller pen. There was no hope of survival, but there was hope of an honourable death.

Once again Bosch observed the battlefield from his warship, issuing orders the battlefield was as careful organised and skilled as a game of chess, once the admirals favourite game however many things had changed since then.

OOC: I will be doing your post separate wolf. It will be up tomorrow morning. Lol I have lots to write. Great writing BTW guys, this is a dam good rp. Yeah the other attack on COreowrlds was done with no skill or fun, so its best if we all ignore it. This is a truely good attack. This is apply invite only guys. If you want tojoin tg me or Coreworlds.

Andilia
The governor was horrified that the fleet sent to protect him has died so quickly, and he was literally screaming for the Emperor to send a larger fleet. Two Star Destroyers were killed outright, and the rest suffered anywhere from moderate to severe damage. The bridges of the two Star Destroyers, though double-shielded, could not take the combined firepower and many of Coreworlds' young crewmembers have died in the battle. Many starfighter pilots were overwhelmed by the enemy fighters, and died in firey explosions. All in all, it was a near-total loss for the initial forces of Coreworlds, and the planetary turbolasers and defense stations braced for their last fight. The cannons fired on what enemy ships they could track and reach. The shield above the capital held against falling debris and random enemy fire, but large fires erupted when unprotected areas were bombarded, killing hundreds. Note: planetary turbolasers and ion cannons have been known to destroy or disable ISDs in just one or two shots, as their energy can be drawn from much larger reactors.

It was thirty minutes into the battle, with half the defending fleet gone already, when reinforcements finally came in the form of a large fleet of 15 Star Destroyers and a crapload of fighters. Warned of the penetrating power of the beam cannons, these ships had their shields and energy weapons reinforced with extra energy from the reactors, at the expense of STL speed.
Admiral David Kudo, commander of the reinforcing fleet, took one look at the carnage and ordered the fleet to open fire from maximum range. In addition, an Interdictor Cruiser was brought in, and it powered up it's gravity wells towards the Shivans in the hopes that it could prevent the microjump that plagued the Megalodon months earlier. Normally used to prevent hyperspace jumps by creating mass shadows (our own FTLi), it was a desperate measure, because if the 'subspace' engines don't work like hyperspace engines, many more ships will fall.

Candida
The people who attempted to flee were obliterated by the huge fleet, as the FTLi and communications interruption destroyed all hopes of a possibility of rescue. Out of hundreds of private ships who tried to make runs to hyperspace, one, just one escaped the anti-FTL field and the ship-slicing beams that caused so much carnage. The colony on the planet itself was considered a lost cause and people cried and prayed and resolved to fight to the end. No warships were sent, for the warning from the ship that escaped was enough, even though some argued vehemously for such a measure.

Coredia
The Emperor called an emergency meeting of the High Council and the Senate also convened for an emergency session.
Emperor Masaki looked around the table, at the people who he trusted for many years. the Vice-Emperor, John Sandler, also President of the Senate; the Secretary of State, Zachary Masaki, cousin of the Emperor, though with little hint of Force ability; the Secretary of Defense, Xavier Urameshi; the Director of Central Intelligence, Yanosuke Uzumaki; Jedi Master Amras Elendil, Headmaster of the Order; Alex Regalo, Pokemon Master; and the Emperor's grandfather, Tenchi Masaki. His long experience is invaluable to the fledging war-effort.

"We have a grave threat to the Imperial Republic." Andrew Masaki started off, straight down to business. "As we speak, an invasion of an unknown and extremely dangerous alien race has already destroyed at least two colony worlds and is threatening a third one. The Star Destroyer Megalodon was but the first to face this enemy, and came out with a hole in its side and 200 young soldiers dead."
Xavier rose next to speak. "From what we can gather, their main weapons appear to be a 'beam cannon' of some sort, similar to the cannons employed by several other nations. The cannon has left huge gashes or holes, or outright cut ships in two, almost ignoring shields. As such they shall be our first concern when trying to invent countermeasures."
"Another major problem is that the species, of whom a Jedi who encountered it called 'Shivans', is that they appear to be strongly telepathic and has a hive-mind." Master Elendil added. "That will be a disadvantage in that our pilots would have a hard time fighting them, due to the telepathy."
"Has there been any attempts at negotiation?" Zachary asked. "What is their motive for this conflict?"
Master Masaki answered with a single word. "Extermination."
"What? Grandfather..."
"Zachary. Your effort at seeking peace is admirable." Tenchi said. "However, the Force -and as our young Jedi Helycon confirmed- has revealed to me that this species, these 'Shivans', have the destruction of the human race and other sentient species as their ultimate goal. The Dark Side at it's greatest strength."
The Emperor leaned back, stunned by his grandfather's words, but he, too has searched his feelings, and realized that it was true. "Then everyone, from us down to the smallest children, is at risk. We all are no longer safe."
A sobering thought. The Senate at this time officially declared war on the Shivans, but it was already a moot point, just something that politicians feel they must do.
"Then what are we to do?" Alex asked, knowing that his Pokemon divisions are especially at risk since they can only work (for the most part) where there's air to breathe.
Andrew collected his thoughts. "First, we must make contact with our allies. -Noir-, Corneliu, Arenumberg, any other space nation we can get our diplomats to. Unfortunately, The Fedral Union is busy with a war of their own, so we cannot expect any help from them. Second, we must ask our research scientists to develop anything that could possibly be of help against the Shivans, and put them to work in the war effort. Thirdly, our fleets are to be at Defcon 1 for as long as necessary, and the draft instated to help with personell losses. Fourth and most of all, we should step up measures to protect the children of our nation should the capital and major worlds fall. That would include using a fleet of large space liners protected by a larger number of warships and/or then sending them to Hell's Gate*. I'd say 100,000 children from each world not under siege and all Jedi initiates should be enough to restart the nation should the worst happen."
"A tall order, but it must be done." Master Masaki agreed. "So, let us begin...Operation Orphanage."

So the war continues.

*There is precedent for this measure. During the war against the Yuuzhan Vong (New Jedi Order books), Jedi children, including Ben Skywalker, were sent to the Maw Installation, protected by a large number of black holes. Hell's Gate is a similar installation, though larger. More space stations will have to be built or towed to account for the increase in child population.

UMN Intelligence Division

"Sir! We have new incoming data about the location of the Shivian forces!"

"What the!?!?!" yelled Lietuenant Commander Felix, while knocking over his mug of coffee.

"Sectors 103-120 and sectors 200-586, all in the Coredian sector! They are coming out of nowhere!"

"What the ****!?!? Why!?!? How!?!? What is their current heading!"

"They are heading towards the Coreworld colony of Andilia!"

"Is there enough time to scramble the Durandals?"

"No, sir...They wouldn't reach it in time...Power for transfer column heading there was redirected to be used for the "super jump" (Project Light Speed's new nickname. Once word of its use leaked out, word of it spread throughout the Colonies then the whole of -Noir-.)...And it would take almost a day to get everything on the Durandals ready, again..."

"I see...Do we have anything out that could be sent to Andilia, immediately?"

"No...Everything was called back for refitting..."

"Hmmm...Well...We'll just hope and pray that Andilia will still be there..."

"Sir!, we just received word from Communications that Andilia is gone!"

"What the!?!?!?" How!?!? We are watching the battle going on right now!"

"It was a message from Coredia...It is saying that Andilia had been announced obliterated just 50 minutes ago!"

"Sir, by further analyzing the data we are receiving...The data seems to have been disrupted by some outside force...We are guessing some type of inhibitor..."

"So the Shivians had us fooled...They sealed off all communications in and out of Andilia and launched a surprise raid on it...And obliterated it...How many casualties?"

"Sir! We have reports that another Coredian colony is being attacked! Candida, I believe!"

"Shoot...We need to fix up this thing with that Shivian inhibitor...If we don't this Division would be as good as blind and totally useless..."

"Sir, I've fixed the problem...Holy ****! Candida is gone! Wiped out!"

"Commander, your orders..."

"Go inform Admiral Cherenkov that he needs to get his fleet to Coredia immediately! You, over there...Send a message to Coredia, to inform them that we will be sending some reinforcements..."

"Affirmative, sir..."

---~~~---

Miltia
Capital of -Noir-

"This is an outrage!" yelled Chancellor Keiji, as he strided back to his golf cart after he had received word about the destruction of 2 Coredian colonies, just 5 hours ago. "Why wasn't I informed about this immediately!"

"Sir, it was our intent to, but since you are...Umm...Since the commanders believe that you are...Umm...Getting old..."

"Getting old! Sixty isn't that old! Hell...I bet they are almost the same age as I am...Who gives them the authority whether or not to inform me about current events!"

"Sir, it wasn't my desicion..."

"Well...Call my car...I'm going to the UMN to talk to them...And I need to talk to Masaki about this new situation..."

"Yes, sir...Right away sir..."

The hum of the engines slowly decreased after exiting subspace into small vibrations from the conventional drive system used to navigate this realm. The Shivan Cain cruiser after having had a small amount of fun with an unknown ship in the outskirts of the Sol sector was now heading into a supply depot to restock on fuel reserves for the standard engine systems.

Moving in towards what appeared to be a small asteroid belt, began to come into greater focus slowly as the Cruiser neared its destination. It was a supply dump, a treasure trove of Shivan technology and weapons just sitting out in the realms of space with what appeared to be no guard at all. The amount of crates and containers made this dump look like a primary re supply point for a large percentage of recon and raiding forces which were currently in deep space or infiltration missions.

The cruiser passing some sort of sensor screen stopped for a mere second while it transmitted clearance codes. Moving in towards the docking area, still appearing to be unhindered by any form of garrison made its way to the docking clamps where it could begin the process of taking the necessary equipment.

The Cruiser docked for approximately forty minutes now had released its compliment of drones which darted about the area pulling in crates and other essential pieces of hardware. The drones continued their work efficiently and quickly while the crew of the Cancer (I will call it this, make it the name you designate it wolf) began to make repairs.

From the other side of the depot some form of Ion trail was slowly coming to life, sensor waves now being emitted would be detectable to any near vessel. These were much too powerful to be from the now half shut down Cain, these were from a much larger ship. From behind one of the largest concentrations of equipment emerged a spiked object, still moving forwards the red hull began to unveil itself. The emergence took a few minutes but the aura of fear from dominating Shivan vessel made it feel like an eternity. The 2292.1 meter long vessel made its way from its concealed position dominating the space-scape.

http://freespace.volitionwatch.com/techfs/ships/Ravana.jpg




Andilia

The Coreworld reinforcements had completely obliterated the Cain compliment of cruiser force. With only four Lilith cruisers left it would seem that this battle was a lost cause for the Shivans. The remaining Lilith cruisers charged up their subspace drives including the fighters for an emergency exit from the battlefield. The gravity well generators merely speeded up the process of the jump to subspace, thanks to the coreworld fleet the cruisers did not have to generate their own field. Leaving the battlefield as suddenly as they arrived the Cruisers were gone.

The Coreworld fleet would think it a victory, however as news of the slaughter Candida filtered through, the Coreworld moral and belief of invulnerability would be forever shattered. The storm had come, the end is now, the Shivans are here.

OOC: I am sorry my posts wasn't as good as you thought it should be. I am always willing to listen to construcive critcisim should you come up with any pointers to help me improve. I don't know if you have ever watched an episode of Star Trek with the BORG in it, but, that was exactly what the BORG would've done. The BORG have a hivemind, what one drone knows, all drones know. They have no free will, nor do they have a sense of individuality. They have no names and instead are known by designations that are usually long and unintrestingly technical. the only exception to this is the BORG queen, or in my case King. The Queen has a personality, has emotions, but can suppress them, and has free will. The Queen also controls the Hive mind, and therfore, all the Drones. My king also has a name. The BORG usually do not attack people unless they are attacked first OR people invade there territory. Thats why I haven't done much because the most anybody has done was pick me up on scanners. Now I will try to get to Coredia befor the fighting is over so I can be involved with other people. If someone boards my ship I will give them a hard time, but I will join their side.

Thank you.

Once again picking up readings of a fight that were suddenly cut off, the probe that was by the old Shivan base moved off again towards the battle, its transwarp flight cut off suddenly at the edge of what was the battlefeild. Its sensors picked up an inhibiting feild of unknown origin accross the battle feild. the probe moved in to the battlefeild attempting to know more about what was going on.

Wait, is this the new Shivan attack thread? I'm sorry but my 150 ships have already been sent to aid in the battle against CF and Siesatia, etc...

OOC: this is an alternate timeline of events separate from attack on coreworlds. this is true history. the other one is a possibility.

This rp is for players that have never encountered the Shivans before. If you have well you aint in the rp.

Admiral's Log: Battle of Andilia
If we had not arrived in time, we would have lost the colony, and thousands of innocents would have died. However, many soldiers and civilians died in the fighting, and less than half of the initial fighter squadrons and capital ships remain.
Our Interdictor Cruiser had no effect, and it seemed that they speeded up the escape of the ships the crew have come to call the Raptors. All of the enemy's weaker ships (dubbed Wolves, for they are like packs of wolves) has been destroyed.
Our fighters have a hard time dealing with the enemy's fighters, and their superior maneuverability is threatening our pilots' morale. We will have to find some way of either increasing our attack capability, or our pilot survivability before too many are lost.
So far, I believe that our best strategy is to use overwhelming firepower, as these 'shivans' can't seem to stand up to a large fleet of Star Destroyers. But I must caution that we cannot rely on this strategy for too long, as we may become complacent and overconfident. The crew view this as a victory, but I believe that this is but the beginning. Force help our nation if we lose this war.
End of log

Coredia and other main worlds
The call went out for each world to send the required number of children on various different ships, to be sent to Hell's Gate on space liners converted into military transports by Imperial Executive Order (IEO). The criteria for the children is that they had to be between the age of 4 and 15, and as perfectly healthy as possible. Many a parent wanted their babies and toddlers to go on, but the problem is: Who's gonna change all the diapers? So they were denied entrance, though very heartrending. Even more disparing was the fact that the kids were chosen by random lottery, and many millions more couldn't go with them, although siblings weren't separated. The children and all Jedi initiates (with the youngest Masakis among them) boarded their spaceliners and got ready to leave. The Orphan Fleet of over 100 liners, as it was called, was protected by a whopping 30 Star Destroyers (SSD Emperor leads the fleet) and a dozen squadrons of starfighters. The nation is taking absolutely no chance with the youngsters.

As the large fleet disappeared into hyperspace, Andrew and his wife Jennifer consoled each other with the hope that the kids will be Ok without them, and that the war will end in victory. Andrew knew that victory will be a long time in coming, if ever, so they must fight, even unto the end.

The ISD Valkyre and two Victory Star Destroyers have been ordered to protect the border colonies that have not yet been attacked. Her captain, Jane Kingston has recieved the latests stats on the new enemy and shuddered.
"Those...beam cannons are horrible." She muttered. "Anything yet, Ensign?"
"Nothing yet, ma'am. It's clear as glass."
"Too clear. Increase fighter patrols, and put on full scanners every 10 minutes. We have to hope to catch a Shivan ship before they can aim their weapons. Maybe we can even try to capture them."
"Yes ma'am."
As ordered, an additional fighter squadron was launched, and scanners increased their range to a bubble nearly 50 million miles in diameter, but it can only last a few minutes before reducing the bubble to the normal range (10 million). So the task force continues to protect the border colonies, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

The probe moved in on orders towards the planet which had just been attacked.

The Quad was silent, the enormous hulk more than visible on the long-range sensors and therefore, hanging ominously in the Tank and on the Primary Screen. If the first Demon ship had only been somewhat frightening, this monstrosity was absolutely terrifying. The crew stood frozen, staring at the massive ship until Kaerion stood up. He moved almost like a dream, every step surreal. Reaching up, he tentatively tapped his Pen on the new Demon ship, highlighting it in red. The view on the Primary screen adjusted itself, showing the ship on one half of the view and the information gleaned by the sensors on the other half.

“….Quad…Designate new Demon ship Warlock, previous ship Wraith. Enter all information to central database.” Vance said quietly, his eyes stuck on the hostile. Wotenjeneck stepped forward, standing behind his General’s shoulder.

”Sir…that…thing is four times our size…” was all the captain was able to say, his eyes locked on the Demon ship Warlock as well.

“So it would appear, captain. So it would appear...” He shook his head, breaking the spell the ship had upon the crew. His voice stronger, he forced himself to turn towards the captain while simultaneously slashing his pen across the image in the tank, sending the view back to a normal-ranged starfield. In this view, the Demon ship was not even one of the points of light in the distance, helping remove it from the minds of the crew.

Vance tapped his headset, and then muttered “Engineering.” A moment of wait, and then a warm, almost undisturbed voice came through the headphones. “Aye, General? What can I do for you?”

“Chief Haarvalson…Have your crews managed to figure out the issues with the launch bays? I’m going to need those fighters…and I’m going to need them very badly, very soon.”

The Chief coughed and lowered his voice. “’Bout how soon, General? Is it bad?”

Vance looked around the bridge, and then nodded out of habit. “Quite. If they’ve detected us, they’ll probably be here quite soon…which means we have to either Fold out of here, or else engage. I cannot...no, will not engage without our fighters.” An almost palpable feeling of relief washed through the crew in the Quad; there was still a chance for them to turn around and go back home, good and safe from these ‘Demons.’

“I…er…see, General. If I can have an hour, I can have you your fighters, sir. Anything else, sir?”

“No. Quad out.”

Vance sighed and pulled his headset off, looking back at the captain. “The wardroom, ten minutes. Make it happen, Wotjenck.” The General set the headset down in his seat and exited the Quad, headed to the small room reserved for the command meetings.

****

Captain Wotjenck entered last, signaling to The General that everyone had arrived. Vance nodded and stood, getting straight to business. “Alright, people. At 1324 Zulu today, we completed our hunt of the Demon ship, designated Wraith.” At his touch, a holoprojector in the center of the table sprang to life, a station of some sort and Demon ship being the subject. Pausing only for a beat for the image to be seen by everyone, he continued.

“When we arrived, we also noticed this, on a patrol orbit not too far away from what appears to be a depot.” The holo-image shifted slightly to include another shape, to scale with the rest of the image. A hiss of indrawn breath flowed around the table, the gathered officers realizing the magnitude to which the image was.

“This new demon ship has been designated Warlock, and is approximately four times our size. Without fighter support, there is no way we could take this beast on, and with, it’d be a dicey proposition. Take into account it probably has more fighters than we do, as well as whatever might be based at this depot, and we don’t stand a snowball’s chance. Therefore, we need to decide what, exactly, we’re going to do.”

The crew members around the table gave each other worried glances, and the Lieutenant representing Engineering hesitantly raised his hand. “Uh…General, sir, uh…If we don’t stand a fighting chance against this…..thing…why are we still here?”

“Intelligence.” Vance grunted. “Next?”

This time, the Commander over weapons spoke. “That’s all fine and well, General. Gathering intelligence is important, but why, pray tell, are we so intent on shooting at them?”

Master Chief MacFerrin cleared his throat and nodded to Kaerion. “If I may, General.” He turned his head to look at the Commander. “Sir, it’s really rather simple. I sent them the First Contact package, as per the pre-discussed norms. They sent back an inquiry regarding as to who we were, since the package didn’t say. Until the mention of being humans, they seemed rather amiable. After the mention of the word ‘humans,’ well…I do believe the boys from damage control have finished painting the Guardian’s hull from our….conversation with our Demon friends.”

The Commander’s reply was a mere “oh” as his shoulders and head sunk.

“We’ve got a menace to our race here, people, its obvious enough from how they’ve reacted to us merely being near them. We can’t take them on our own, however. We were going out on a limb with this chase, and it was only by pure luck we didn’t end up in the Hornet’s nest. Things are bad enough as it is, with this thing rearing its head.” Vance began pacing at the head of the table.

“We’re not here to discuss this why we’re doing this, now. We’re discussing how we’re going to proceed. We can’t take that Dreadnought on our own, not with this little cruiser. We’re not here for it, though. We’re here for the Wraith. We need to, at the very least, let them know they’re not welcome in Sol. From the looks of things, they’ll probably just send a bigger ship, but we need to do what we can, starting with this. So, again. What are we going to do?”

“Well, what about the Psamtik and the GLF? Or are they still out of contact?” The Colonel representing the fighter wing said, her eyebrows raised in question.

”…They’ve not come back since the incident with the Morogeth, Colonel Ymirson.” Vance said, giving his sister a pained look. “We’re not going to be able to look to the GLF to lend us a hand, not unless something major’s happened in the past year with their fight over the Confederates.”

Calleis nodded and sat back in her chair. “Well…you said we’re here only for the Wraith, correct? Why don’t we just Fold on top of it? Granted, a precision Fold at that range might be a bit tough, but if we do it right, we’ll be on ‘em before they know what’s going on.”

The Commander from weapons sat up taller and took the pen cap he was chewing on from his mouth. “Why don’t we lure that monstrosity out to us? When it starts coming for us, we just Fold, smash the hell out of that depot and hit the Demon ship, and then Fold out-system, while it’s still trying to turn around and get us? It only takes ten minutes to recharge the Fold Drive-we hit ‘em and do as much damage as we can in ten minutes, and then we get back out.”

Vance smiled a wolf’s smile and returned to his chair, leaning forward on the table. “Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, I like this style. We’ve got twenty minutes to plan, lets get down to business.”

*****

“Baby Bear to Papa Bear, I’ve got Goldilocks on scope. Ready to put out the porridge.” MacFerrin couldn’t help but snicker at the names for this one-it’d been a long while since he had to speak with such ridiculous call-sings for an operation.

General Kaerion’s voice sputtered over his headset on the main combat frequency. “Papa Bear to Mama Bear, status please?”

”Mama Bear to Papa Bear, ready to leave the House and go for a walk.” Colonel Ymirson said from the cockpit of her fighter, the lead ship waiting to launch from the flight bay. Various chatter of pilots checking in could be heard in the background as well, the flight wing prepping to launch upon exit from Fold.

The Flight Engineer, Warrant Officer Barnes, leaned over in his chair to look at the back of the Master Chief’s head. “Y’know, any of y’all know what the hell porridge is in the first place? Never tried the stuff, much less heard of it.”

Chief Garret looked back over his shoulder at the Engineer and shrugged. “Some sort of grain-stuff, if I remember correctly. It’s mixed with water, makes some sort of soupy food. Like oatmeal, only nastier.”

Barnes shook his head, turning back to his station. “Blech. Nasty soundin’ stuff. Not sure why anyone would wanna try it.”

Vance’s voice sounded over the comms again, overriding any stray trains of thought in the cabin of the SPC. “All sections have confirmed ready. Mama Bear, Baby Bear, the Rendezvous Point is in your nav computers, proceed upon completion of your individual objectives.”

The Guardian, designated “Baby Bear” for this operation, had a very simple mission and had been boosting away from the Tempest for a half hour. The crew of the Guardian was to use their sensor and ECM suites to simulate the signature of the Tempest and lure the Warlock away from the depot. When the enemy drew close enough to see through the deception, they were to enter Low-Drive and proceed to the Rendezvous Point, while the Tempest smashed the depot. Upon the end of the ten minutes, the cruiser would Fold out, and the fighters, originally launched after the initial Fold, would enter Low-Drive and proceed to the Rendezvous Point as well. In the event of a fighter being damaged and unable to drop-drive, one of the other fighters would grapple and drag it away with them. It was a simple plan, as simple as such things go.

“Baby Bear, proceed to lay out the Porridge for Goldilocks.”

“Roger that, Papa Bear. Laying out the table for breakfast!” MacFerrin turned his head to Cruz, whose finger was poised over the proverbial Large Red Button. "Hit it, Cruz!" He said. The waiting finger smashed down on the LRB.

The systems aboard the SPC Guardian burst to life, broadcasting the false presence of the Tempest in the depths of space, headed towards the depot. Hopefully, it would be loud enough an image to catch the Warlock’s attention…..

OOC: Wow. Good job, Black Wolf!

Vector Industries
Low Orbiting Shipyard

"Good...Very good...We are right on schedule..." said Commander Alexander Moriyama, who is incharge of -Noir-'s part in Operation Orphanage.

"Sir, we have finished loading and installing the extra armor on both the "Reki" and "Rakka" colonies, while both the "War Admiral" and the "Oni" have been loaded up to full capacity with additional AGWS units and life support...The "Ebisu," "Baku," "Funadama," "Iki-Ryo," "Shoden," and the "Shotoku" are ready for departure..." said one of the engineering ensigns, on the deck.

"Good...Have the Baku and the Shoden depart earlier, to secure the arrival of the rest of the fleet...The rest will escort the Reki and the Rakka to Coredia, as planned." quickly responded the captain.

"Affirmative, sir...And sir..."

"Yes? What is it?"

"We have just received word from Vector that the 100-Series Observational Realians, on board the War Admiral and the Oni are to be activated once engaged in battle with the enemy..."

"And?" replied the Commander.

"That's it...But I have a guess that they might give us the edge when engaging the Shivians..."

"You're right..." said another ensign, sitting next to him. "I've heard that the 100-Series Realians had been used against

OOC: continue next time...

Suddenly and inexplicably an enemy warship appeared on the outskirts of the sensor network. Lighting itself up as though it were a sun itself it immediately attracted the attention of the Shivans. The Ravana cruiser instantly swerving to starboard headed towards the enemy ship now moving away from the depot. Bringing on engines four, five and six the Ravana’s speed quickly crept up so it would soon overtake the smaller vessel. Dispatching fighter wings of Mara’s and bombers the destroyer hoped it would not have to travel too far away from its guard position to deal with this quaint threat.

The depot was in lock down procedure, small crates were flying open and beam turrets made their entrance. Charging up the automated self defence weapons they openly scanned the are for enemy IFF’s. The small compliment of fighters aboard the Cain class cruiser well scrambled all in all twelve fighters guarded the depot while the Rvana went hunting.

Beam cannons and shields charged the Ravana headed out.
OOC: sorry I couldn’t extend it mush as how else do you say that a cruisers follows you.
Admirals Log

“Why have I been condemned to live alone? Why am I the only one allowed to survive? What is so special about me? Why can I not have another to share my life with? Are all questions I ask every day and yet I can not find myself any answers. The empires stretching across the galaxy a mere teardrop of importance compared to my goal. If I can find what I’m looking for, salvation will be in my hands.

For too long have I been isolated from my own kind. For too long have I been separated from the smaller but yet infinitely more complex society of the human world. It is time to gain a small part of what I have lost, I have been punished enough……..? I believe that my self imposed exile has delivered me suitable punishment, now it is time that I reclaim a small part of what has been lost to me, though I will never regain the truly important things. My wife and children will never return while I exist. They are forever lost to the realms of time and even if I do complete my mission, they still will not return. My former life will forever be and remain an echo in the storm.” Bosch lifting his head from his hands looked at the viewing screen, on it were two Coreworld Star destroyers patrolling their small part of space, defending the life that lay behind them. Bosch standing up peered at the viewscreen as though he was staring into a reflection.

“Bring is into human space and charge the weapons, I want to fold in between the two ships. Destroy one and cripple the other.”

The SD Lucifer charged its subspace drive forming a tear in the inter-dimensional wall, it would emerge at the other side.

"Ma'am? We're detecting a massive surge in energy. FTL energy!"
"What? Raise shields, and power weapons. The enemy must be coming!" Captain Kingston ordered. "Launch all fighters!"
"Yes ma'am!"

However, as the ships were launching fighters, a ship slightly larger than the Valkyre jumped between the ships, inside the 'triangle' of the Star Destroyers.
"Sneaky bastard." the captain growled. "Open fire!"
The ISD and two VSDs launched a barrage of turbolasers at the slightly larger enemy ship, intending on destroying it before it fired. The fighters zoomed forward, adding their missiles and torpedoes to the firepower. Now, the Shivans will know true Imperial might!

“I hear my enemies speculate about my motives, my ambitions. Who is Admiral Aken Bosch, and what is that old scoundrel up to. The tragedy of my life is that I will be remembered as the butcher of innocents, and this assessment is not unfair. I cannot argue with their condemnation or with the verdict of history.
The Shivans are an army of stupid cattle, driven by their hatreds, their fears and insecurities. Ignorance is the greatest weapon of tyranny and old wounds open all too easily. I am merely a fool who created a monster I am now powerless to stop and so I will play my role to the bloody end. I have given the lost generation something to die for, and now my legacy will be crowned with infamy.
What my enemies will never understand is that my rebellion is about my love for humanity and not my hatred of it. In the empire of Coreworlds the destroyers have returned and soon the alliance of humanity will learn the method behind my madness.

As the Lucifer emerged into real space, Bosch closed his logs while watching the view screen with some trepidation. In view was the sight of three mighty Star destroyers filling the blackness with green laser fire. The energy weapons hurtled towards the Lucifer. The captains and crew of each warship would have believed that the Shivan vessel would have been destroyed outright, but that was only a belief.

The energy weapons impacted upon the shielding and merely disappeared leaving a completely unscathed Lucifer behind. The mighty flux cannons charged up and opened fire upon two of the warships with all probability they would be cleaved in half. The great canons with their orange glow would have brought about a slight but altogether more deadly change to the battlefield instead of the ordinary red weapons. For the third Star destroyer Bosch ordered the bow of the Lucifer to turn and face it while he opened a hailing frequency “Greetings captain, *open fire he instructed the bridge crew* I am Admiral Aken Bosch I request that you surrender or I will be forced to destroy this mighty vessel and eliminate your crew. Captain, I beseech you do not force me to drench myself in more blood, I await your answer though I fear you have little time in which to discuss it.” The flux cannons charged at half capacity were firing at critical systems as to damage but not destroy the Star Destroyer while boarding crews were being prepared in the main hanger.

"Ma'am! Our weapons are having no effect! Absolutely none!" The weapons officer shouted.
"What?" Captain Kingston snarled.
Seconds later, an energy ray, like the beam cannons but orange and much thicker, lanced through space to reply to the insolent attacks by the Star Destroyers. The Victories were cut in half shields and all, and their reactors blew, killing all hands instantly. The bow victims would die seconds later to exposure.
"My God!" The captain breathed. She waited for the end, but a comms message beeped on the comms console. The officer pressed it, and beyond any belief, a human face appeared.

“Greetings captain, I am Admiral Aken Bosch. I request that you surrender or I will be forced to destroy this mighty vessel and eliminate your crew. Captain, I beseech you do not force me to drench myself in more blood, I await your answer though I fear you have little time in which to discuss it.”

"Traitor!" Jane growled, and some of her crew cursed. "How dare you side with the enemy, whoever you are!"
"Ma'am. We can't fire at it. Their shields..." her aide said.
"I know." She turned back to the Admiral. "How dare you ask us to surrender! Kill us if you can, but know that the Emperor would love to have your head!"
Before she could order a ramming attack, the flux cannon cut into the shield projectors (the globes) and also attacked the reactor (underside), forcing the reactor to come close to overloading.
"Ma'am, critical damage to reactor, shield projectors, engines, and half our turbolasers are gone!"
"Damn it!" The captain cursed under her breath. "*to crew* Order all fighters to escape if they can. We need to make sure the Emperor learns of this!"
"Well, it seems you have won this battle, Admiral. Very well. We surrender."
"WHAT?" Some of the crew shouted.
"We cannot fight against this ship. We can only hope to keep alive as long as possible. Therefore surrender is...our only option."
"We await your craft." Captain Kingston said, and cut off communications. She turned to her crew. "And we shall give the Admiral a just reception. Set up the E-webs at the hangar bays. Make sure that these Shivans pay dearly for our surrender."
"Ma'am, we need to get you to an escape--" a young ensign started.
"No. You go. I'm staying here, whatever happens." The bridge crew looked at each other. "Go!"
"Ma'am. Let it be known for the record, that we respectfully decline your order." The young man said, at attention. "We will stay with you, to the end."
How flattering, that these young men die for a lady like me. Jane thought, smiling slightly. "Very well. Those who wish to go, may go. Those who wish to stay, ready your weapons. Prepare to repel boarders."

NSV War Admiral
The Bridge

Captain Cornelia Vanderkam, commanding officer of the NSV War Admiral, sat at her station, over-looking the rest of her staff, comprised up of 100-Series Observational Realians.

An artificial human.

A wonder of molecular bioengineering, its biological
composition comes in various forms based on need, from
carbon based duplicates of real humans to those based on
silicon or liquid metal. Many of the Realians onboard all Durandal Class Star Cruisers were made by Vector, and they are hybrid models
with carbon/ silicon base.

Since the Miltian Conflict, the alteration of a Realian's
emotions is no longer allowed. The only exceptions are
for Realians in the military or other dangerous
occupations, such as terraforming.

Their basic rights equal those of humans and are recog-
nized by law. However, due to the fact that their minds
are initialized with a slight bias, all Realians tend to
display similar personality traits. This bias is applied
not only for the purpose of preventing criminal behavior
by Realians, but also in consideration of humans who may
feel threatened by their "superiority" (albeit only in
certain specialized skills).

Several companies manufacture Realians, but Vector makes
the basic program (in other words the central nervous
system) of all Realians.

This program is essentially a black box, and any modifi-
cation beyond regular maintenance and adjustments can
only be performed by Vector.

"Commander Vanderkam..." said one of the realians. "We have caught up to the Baku and the Shoden are nearing the boundry of Coredian Space..."

"Good...Send a message to the Coreworld Space command, requesting entry into Coredian space..."

"Yes, ma'am..." the realian walked back to her seat and started to send the message to Coreworlds.

This is the -Noir- Star Cruiser War Admiral. We, along with the NSC Oni, Ebisu, Baku, Fundama, Iki-Ryo, Shoden, and Shotoku are requesting entry into Coredian Space Territory. I repeat, we are requesting entry Coredian Space Territory.

Slowly turning the vast turret began to glow a deep orange. The build up of energy was vibrating throughout the Lucifer, then within an instant the body of the warship shuddered with power. Moving at the speed of light the vast cannon tore into the fighter bay of the Star Destroyer, pieces of metal and human exploded out of the holes created by the releasing winds of pressure. The swarming Shivan fighters just released from the Lucifer’s bays attacked and attempted to destroy any escaping fighter.

Meanwhile within a vast hall inside the Lucifer the Shivan boarding party was getting ready. Over one thousand Shivans preparing to take control of the enemy warship were anticipating the awaiting glory of battle.

“Charge the displacers, I want the engineering levels taken first then move through the ship. I want survivors; none of the bridge crew is to be harmed. Bring them to me alive. KILL THE REST!” Bosch turning off the comms console left towards his ready room while the boarding commenced.

Throughout the Coreworlds vessel Shivans began to instantly materialise inside the hull. With the shields down the red monsters were able to appear almost anywhere.

Within the main engineering level over two hundred Shivans materialised, instantly firing upon the humans with their particle cannons, the vast insectoids moved throughout the section with amazing speed. Climbing up walls to the higher levels the Shivans puncturing holes with their vast energy claws into the walls began to ascend to the upper levels moving ever closer to the bridge.

Within the other sections of the ship the Shivans swarmed down corridors and tunnels to meet heavy resistance. The laser fire from the lesser weapons of the Coreworld army had no effect on the Shivan armour and in return for their insolence a vast red particle cannon swept away the human fighters while puncturing bulk heads and walls throughout the superstructure. Whenever a Shivan got into range of a human they lifted the small torsos up and tore the limbs off one by one, leaving a helpless head and what remained of a body to perish soon after of blood loss. Tearing their way through walls and doors the Shivans slowly began to move through the ship eradicating everything in their path. Some Shivans did fall in battle from multiple shots which only angered the boarding party further making the possibility of mercy seem less and less. Finally they were nearing the command centre where the resistance was being coordinated, the Shivans now in command of the engineering systems shut down power to the shield surrounding the bridge. The sound would be a terrifying one, the power levels reducing would only mean a certain doom for those officers and crew inside but little did they know they were to survive to become something greater something more than what they are.

Utter silence came next, all that could be heard was the alarms from the bridge consoles and the breathing of the humans. The mass of Shivans waiting outside were perfectly silent. After a small amount of time the Charge had begun. The Shivans forced their way through hull and doors alike appearing into the bridge from all angles while behind the defenders more assailants were being displaced into the combat. The humans were surrounded and out gunned.

Meanwhile in subspace a vast fleet was assembling, something larger and more powerful than the Coreworld Empire had ever seen. It was almost time to make the war the last war the humans would ever see or know.

“Here we go….come to us, you overgrown bastard…come to us…” Specialist Cruz grinned and twisted in his seat to face forward, towards the rest of the crew. He bared his teeth in a feral grin as he spoke. “We’ve got them! They’re coming to us!”

MacFerrin glanced down at his readout screen and nodded. “Its an ugly bitch, too, isn’t it?”

“Actually, I rather thought it looked like your mother..” Garret said while nonchalantly pretending to adjust his own displays.

Barnes leaned his head around to look forward, snickering. “Suppose you’d know pretty well, since your tastes run to the fat and ugly.” A round of laughter ran through the crew section, and then was abruptly interrupted by the Specialist, who had remained quiet through the whole match.

“Uh, Sirs?…Looks like Big Fat and Ugly has just had some babies….” He said, his voice trailing off as he sorted the plethora of information flowing in through the (quite) active sensors.

”Guess she decided to invite your kids, Chief.” Barnes said, turning back to his station to make a minor adjustment. Garret muttered a ‘bah’ and made his own adjustments, focusing back at the task.

“What do you see, Cruz?” MacFerrin asked, eying his own personal readouts.

”Well, it seems this is gonna be a tougher nut to crack than we thought, Sir. I’m patching a feed through to the Tempest, I’ll give you a link-up on what we’ve pulled in.”

******


Vance watched as the Guardian’s active feed expanded the Tank’s layout, more and more Hostile-Red blips appearing as the alert coursed through the enemy’s comm-net. The Tempest’s own passive sensors were also doing a fairly decent job on their own, detecting more and more active sensors attempting to search them out.

“Warlock has launched craft, designate probable fighters as Ravens, group as Alpha and Bravo. Designate larger craft, probable bombers, as Vultures, group as Tango. Group craft launched by Wraith as Charlie.” Kaerion nodded to the Captain, who stepped forward to give his own orders.

“Guns, I want the point defense system keeping watch for incoming warheads. Flak Guns and Light Rails, target fighters and static defenses. Heavy Rails, take out containers and the support structure. Both Grazer Cannons are to focus their fire on carving up the Wraith. Upon completion of objective, they are to begin on the support structure as well. Hold missiles.”

The Commander in the gun-pod nodded instinctively, despite being in an opaque sphere. “Aye-aye, Captain!” He said as he tapped his control pallet with a Command Pen and then a target superimposed on the inner surface of the sphere, relaying the orders to their sections. The command was relayed to the Fire Sector Stations where each primary target was sent to individual gun crews. The gun crews in turn waited for the targets to appear on their scopes, but were able to take ‘potshots’ at any target of opportunity that presented itself.

The atmosphere of the lone human cruiser was coiling itself tighter by the minute as anticipation of the coming fight grew. Vance, himself a veteran of countless battles, could feel the same expectation, a growing lump in his stomach. For other crew members, it was fear or apprehension. For a very odd few, it was indifference and welcome. Any further, and the crew might break, leaving little choice for the General in his next action.

Tapping a button on his command chair’s arm, he linked his headset to the ship-wide com-system. A gentle chime sounded, capturing the attention of crewmembers, quieting conversations and even calming the chatter of the pilots waiting in their fighters.

He took a deep breath, and then began speaking, his voice resonating throughout the corridors and chambers of the ship. “Today, we ready ourselves to fight an unknown opponent who we merely discovered by chance. Today, we are going to reach out and let them know they can’t just sulk around the outskirts of our home world. Some of you may ask why we’re doing this.” A soldier manning one of the light rails muttered something and was quickly silenced by a slap across the back of his head from his Gunnery Sergeant.

“Why we do this is very simple. They know where we live. They know where we’re from. And we know they’re hostile. We found that when they attacked the Guardian during our first contact. Something has them desiring to kill us humans, and we cannot permit them to know they can do whatever they wish without getting hurt. Some of you are old hands at combat; you’ve been up against the Enemy with us before. Some of you are new, never seeing any action before. Some of you have only known the human enemies we’ve faced, some of you have known human and Karhaa both. All of you, though, are soldiers.

“We go now to face the flame, face the enemy, and face our own fears. I don’t think this fight will be easy, but I can guarantee we’ll win it. Stand ready, Kestrels, stand proud. Time to make these Demon bastards sorry they ever wandered into Sol!”

Crewmen throughout the ship cheered, their tension relieving itself somewhat through the exercise of voice. The light rail gunner merely muttered another curse and spat into a cup he was holding, resulting with the Gunny behind him giving another ‘whack’ to the back of his head while grumbling something about trying to get a regulation against such habits.

Vance tapped the ship-com off to the applause of the Quad crew. The Captain waited a moment and then barked “Back to work,” quelling the ovation. Smiling back at Vance, he let himself smile slightly. “Good job, sir. Got the crew wound up thinking about how to hurt these Demons, rather than what could happen in the fight.”

“I’ve been leading a Merc outfit for the past forty years; I should hope I’ve figured out some command sills by now!” Vance replied, grinning. “I’ll admit, though, I’ve got myself wound up right now, too. We’re going to hit them, and we’re going to hit them hard!”

Wotejenck was not quite as enthusiastic. “We’re still leaving the Warlock, sir. It’d send a good message if it disappeared as well; leaving it like this will show them we cannot or will not engage them in a head to head fight. They’ll likely try to capitalize on that, once they figure it out.”

Kaerion’s expression sobered as the train of thought caught up. “Yes, I’d thought of that earlier. Cant be helped yet, though. We already know we’re not in a place where the Confederation existed, so we can’t count on them to come to our aid, and the GLF, well, same issue. We need to find other allies, somewhere, and I’d suggest picking out a nearby system that was habited back home. Odds are, it will be here, too.”

“I’ll see what I can dig up, sir.” Wotejenck said, retiring to his chair and its computer interface.


Vance remained staring at the Tank, watching the red Demon dreadnought draw ever closer to the tiny shape of the Patrol Craft masquerading as the Cruiser. His thoughts were troubled further than the captain was aware; What if, he wondered, there are many, many more of these Demons out there?

A very cold, cold thought, indeed.

((Part two will come out this weekend as well, I'm just splitting this up for ease of reading/writing))

-Noir-

"Sire. A war fleet from -Noir- has asked permission to enter our space." An aide said.
"-Noir-? Grandfather knows it well! Why the Sith are you keeping them waiting? Let them in!" Andrew ordered. "Also, ask them to get Chancellor Keiji on the line, if he's still kicking around. I want to meet with him personally."
"Yes sire."
-Noir-. We were allies a long time ago, during the Red Dragon War. Now we can be allies again. This war, we will need all the allies we can get.

To -Noir- vessels:
We are quite pleased to see our esteemed ally -Noir- again. You may enter and leave as you please.
If at all possible, the Emperor wishes to speak with
Chancellor Keiji about the developing conflict with this new enemy.

Valkyre
The men fought against the deadly-red Shivans, but they were hard to beat, and many lost their lives for their Captain. The Shivans tore through the metal bulkheads like they were paper, and fought their way towards the bridge, knocking out enginnering in the process.
"Ma'am! The bridge shields are down! And those...things are right at our doorstep!"
"Grrr...ohh!"
Before she can order anything, large spiderlike creatures burst through the bulkheads. Bridge guards shot at them, but they were ripped apart in no time. Captain Kingston knew then that they were lost. She and her remaining bridge crew hung their heads in defeat, and dropped their weapons.

The fighters did their best to make the jump to hyperspace, but the FTLi held them for several million miles. Of the over thirty fighters that fought the Shivans and died, only one, a newbie pilot named Jason Davis managed to make it. But at the point of making a jump into hyperspace, a Shivan fighter shot at him, and the extra energy forced the hyperdrive to send the young pilot farther into deep space than he intended. Farther from Coreworlds territory, into unfamiliar space. It will take days, maybe longer for Jason to get back into known space. The Shivan's secret of the Lucifer is safe, for now.

"Thank you, Coredian space command, we will be entering Coredian low orbit in several minutes." said the ensign, before closing the connection.

"Ensign..."

"Yes, sir." said the ensign, standing up and saluting.

"Contact the Chancellor, we will be needing him here...Tell him the Emperor of Coreworlds wants to talk to him."

"Affirmative."

Chancellory Building
Miltia

"Chancellor, there is a call for you on line two...It's the NSC War Admiral." said one of Chancellor Keiji's aides.

Chancellor Keiji picked up his phone on his desk. "Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, this is Captain Vanderkam...We have arrived in Coredian territory...And the Emperor is requesting your presence here..."

"There? Hmmm...Is it John?"

"No sir, it is Emperor Andrew..."

"Ah...I see...I will try to be there tomorrow...What is the status of the Shivians?"

"They have been preoccupied with Coredian forces, but everyday, they are moving closer to the home planet...From what we can see...People have already been evacuating Coredia..."

"I see...Send a message to Coredia, stating that I will be there ASAP..." said Keiji, before he was going to close the line, until he hesitated. "Ummm...I just have one more favor to ask of you..."

"Yes, Chancellor?"

"How is my son doing? He hasn't gotten into any trouble right?"

"No...Most of the AGWS pilots are just getting their units ready for combat...Making all those little adjustments and calibrations...Stuff I, personally, am not very familiar with..."

"I see...Just make sure to take good care of him, commander..."

"Yes, I will...You can count on me..."

"Good...Over and out..." at this, Keiji hung up the phone and reclined back into his chair. Too much things to worry about... Keiji took out an old and tattered picture from one of his desk's drawers. How long has it been, my friend? Like 50 years...

The photograph contained a picture taken at the end of the Red Dragon confilct in Coreworlds. It shows Keiji, Mireille, John, John's wife "Tony"(?), the AEGIS special forces team, Coredian Jedi and ninjas, and various other Coredian and Noir forces. Everyone was smiling and behind them was the remains and burning ruins of a city engulfed by darkness and hate.

We're getting to old for this aren't we? Right Masaki? Keiji placed the photograph back into the drawer. Around his desk stood various memories of previous battles, important events, and intimate moments with his family and friends. One picture was of the main opening of the UMN, the blue and silver frame was donated by the UMN staff at the opening banquet. Another picture was with the Masaki family and Keiji's and Mireille's nephew, Alex Masaki. Another picture was of Keiji, Mireille, and their two kids.

Keiji sat up straight and straightened his suit. At the same time, Keiji pressed one of the intercom buttons integrated into his desk. "Mary, get my car ready. I'm heading for the space port...And tell my wife to meet me there."

"Yes, sir...Right away."

The Shivans surrounded the bridge crew, peering down at them from their multiple eyes, the destroyers could barely hold their resentment intact; some visibly restraining themselves from opening fire. Just as the situation seemed to reach the point of no return the captives were displaced from the bridge in a resounding flash, now disorientated the human crew would wonder where they were.

The red walls of their room which was obviously a cell stank of some foul unknown scent while the floor was solid yet curiously soft. The door to the cell was no where to be found, obviously all captives were displaced in and out of this solid prison. No cameras existed on the walls nor monitors of any kind, the room was in perfect darkness. The only sound that the captives would hear or realise would be the engine discharge as the Lucifer descended back into subspace.

Ten Hours later

Bosch now anticipating the arrival of his guests had ordered a table of his former homeworlds finest cuisine set up. The Shivan energy/matter conversion technology was truly amazing absolutely anything could be recreated including weapons, ship hulls and components for systems on board the vessel itself. With this technology almost every Shivan ship from destroyer class and upwards was almost completely self sufficient.

Bosch attired in red armour, with an ominous crimson cape which fluttered as he moved was almost ready to receive his guests. The table was set with excellent food and the finest of plates. Now ready Bosch ordered the captives to be displaced into their appropriate chairs. Sitting at the top of the table Bosch looked at each human smiling with a nod to the assembled group of captives he began. “Welcome, my name is Aken Bosch how glad I am to meet your acquaintances.”

The Shivan attack

Colony of Yorkshire

During the dinner with his captives Bosch had ordered that a main attack take place upon the Coreworlds Empire and a large attack it would be. Throughout the human claimed territory hundreds of thousands of blue rifts would be forming as Capital ships and their fighter escorts descended into the fight.

Colonies under attack

Yorkshire, attacking force – 34 Ravana destroyers, 74 Lilith cruisers, 18 Rakshasha destroyers, 29 Moloch Destoryers, 2000 Astaroth fighters, 500 Nephilhim bombers.

Atlantis, attacking force – 5 Sathanas Juggernauts, 8000 Mara fighters

Konoha, attacking force – 29 Ravana destroyers, 45 Lilith Cruisers, 28 Rakshasha destroyers, 27 Moloch destroyers 2600 Maticore fighters, 700 Nephilhim bombers

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dont "tag" subscribe to the thread and TG Coreworlds or Imperial Brits...

The Deadly Kindness of the Admiral

Captain Kingston was cool on the outside, but seething at this traitorous Admiral who is obviously is on the side of the enemy. "And how glad I am not to see you alive. I'm Captain Jane Kingston, and these are what's left of my crew."
They sat down at the table, not daring to eat the food, especially if it was poisoned. The crew allowed the captain to do all the talking.
"So what...caused you to side with these creatures?" Kingston asked, trying to fathom what's in Bosch's mind.

Attack of the Shivans

The vacation resort of Atlantis (three planets, Atlantis is the middle one; two moons) is a world with shallow seas and a tropical climate. Millions of people from all over the galaxy visit the vacation world every year. Unfortunately, now the resort planet is about to be shut down by angry aliens, permanently.
"Sir! I'm getting...five large ships and thousands of...fighters!" a sensor officer aboard a space defense station cried.
"Shit! You'd think they be nice and visit our beautiful beaches without warships. Engage them immediately!"
5 Star Destroyers formed up to meet their opponents, while a force of 10 gunships and several fighter squadrons faced their opponents, in what will likely be a slaughter, unless the fleet came here immediately. The Atlantis Space Defense satellites and Golan Stations (4; can engage an ISD and fight it to a draw; has numerous missile ports) powered weapons and shields, ready for battle against the Shivans.

Konoha (four planets, first is Konoha, three moons), a planet well-known for training ninjas for hire around the galaxy, is currently defended by 20 Star Destroyers, several dozen gunships and several hundred Ninja fighters (cloaked, fast, deadly) rose to meet the threat. They, too called for reinforcements. The Ninjas immediately cloaked their ships, rendering them nearly invisible to the enemy fighters, and quietly engaged the Shivan fighters, slipping in and out of the battlefield.

Yorkshire (5 planets, 2nd is the planet, one moon) is very well-defended, with over thirty ISDs, twenty Star Cruisers and hundreds of defense satellites up to the task. This world is one of the colonies that lead to the main worlds of Coredia, Juria, Tenetia, Issus and the shipyards. They, too faced a deadly invasion, and called for aid.
Thousands of refugees from each of the three systems crammed ships and headed for the relative safety of the main worlds, nearly overwhelming the Interstellar Red Cross and otehr refugee organizations.

The cries for help reached the ears of the Emperor, who realized that this is the true invasion.
"By the Force! The enemy has come, and we are losing Atlantis (such a shame. Beautiful world...)! Konoha and Yorkshire is to be reinforced by fifty Star Destroyers (plus attending craft, always hundreds of fighters and gunships) and each fleet is to have a Super-class Star Destroyer commanding it! Atlantis will be defended by thirty Impstars! Hold them as long as possible. We can't let them reach here!"
"Yes, sire!" Aides rushed about to send the orders, while the Emperor looked over a holomap of the galaxy. Blue denoted Core territory, about an eighth taken by the enemy already. Red is the enemy, and green are allies like -Noir-. So far, the green has not yet been depleted, but that could change.
"I wonder how Operation Orphanage is doing?"

Operation Orphanage at Coredia

About 1,000,000 children were taken from their homes on various main planets and from the colonies. This is just enough to restart the nation should the war be lost, and there are an extra 250,000 older people to act as tutors and survival-skill teachers. They were placed aboard as many large ships as possible, those over 500 meters. Surrounding the massive fleet of civilian liners is the Emperor fleet, with over 30 Star Destroyers and 1 SSD defending the kids. Now, they are ready to take the several-day long (in order to account for the slow hyperdrives of the liners) trip to Hell's Gate, already having several large space stations towed there.

-Noir- Colonies Reki & Rakka
Low Orbit over Coredia

Hundreds of space ferries are moving to and from the two massive -Noir- colonies and the Coreworld home planet of Coredia. Inside the main bridge of the War Admiral, which is docked in the Rakka, Commander Vanderkam watches silently as her crew scurries back and forth, preparaing the colony for the new Coredian refugees.

"Sir, we've run a diagnostic scan on all of the Coredian civilian liners...Many of them...Well...Most of them are not equipped with the specific Vector logic drives needed to use the "super-gate"...So once we get the coordinates to Hell's Gate, from the Coredian forces, we will end up arriving there days before the Coredian main fleet..."

"Could we offer temporary logic drives for the trip?"

"No...That would not be feasable...I was thinking of getting the Coredian civilian liners to dock inside the colonies...It would increase the amount of refugees we can carry and also, each of those civilian liners should be equipped with adequate life support systems for their originally planned several day trip to Hell's Gate..."

"I see...It does sound more efficient...But what of the Coredian escort fleet...They would be left behind..."

"Another idea I had was for them to act as a decoy...Attract the Shivians toward them and away from the evacuation fleet...Well...Either way...It would be impossible for the Shivians to catch us while in gate-jump...And it should only take us barely a few minutes to reach Hell's Gate, once we plot out the coordinates and set the transfer column..."

"Sounds good...Go inform Coreworlds of your plan, and return to me with their reply..."

-Noir- Colony of Second Miltia
Low -Noir- Orbit

"Ah...It's been like a year since I've been on this colony..." said Keiji as he stepped out of the Second Miltia Spaceport Terminal.

"Excuse me, sir..." said one of Keiji's aides. "The Elsa will be prepped and ready for launch in 2 hours, we will inform you before hand so that you may be able to get back to the terminal when the Elsa is ready for immediate launch."

"Ok...Now where to go first...Hmmm...Hey, Mireille..Where do you want to visit...We have two hours..."

"Honey, why don't we go grab a bite to eat first...I haven't eaten anything since we left Miltia a few hours ago..." said Mireille as she caught up to Keiji, who was about to get into the car waiting by the curb.

"Oh, why don't we go pick up Nina at her High School dorm...I bet she would be surprised to see us...We'll pick her up and treat her out for lunch..." said Mireille as she entered the car, while Keiji opened the door for her and followed afterwards.

"Yea...But I doubt she misses us...She visited us back at Miltia, yesturday..."

"So? It wouldn't hurt for you to be with your family a bit more, dear."

"You're right, I guess...To bad Kenshin isn't here..."

"He sure grew up quickly...Where is he, by the way..."

"He's on the War Admiral...Helping with Coreworld's Operation Orphanage..."

"I see...So those guys in Coreworlds are really serious in evacuating Coredia..."

"Yes...They are...But...Let's not talk about this right now...We have two hours to waste here...So let's make the most of it..."

Info on the logic drive ©-Noir-



A logic propulsion device.

A new type of propulsion system which replaced traditional
reactionary propulsion systems. It works by reconfiguring
the spatial phase around its direction of travel.

Substantial amounts of energy are needed to power this
system, but since the energy source is relatively easy to
compact, the system is being considered for use in fleets
with transfer type generators as well as A.G.W.S.

*Emperor recieves plan from -Noir- rep*
"Hmm. A wise plan. I suppose we can go with it, seeing as the colonies overhead are much better than what we scraped up." The Emperor murmered. "Send the reply."

We agree to the plan. The ships will be instructed to dock with the mobile colonies of yours.
May the Force be with you.
Emperor Masaki
*sends coordinates to Hell's Gate*

"Daddy, why can't I stay with you?" Little Daniel whined as he was packing his favorite things. "I wanna stay!"
"Danny, it's very dangerous with the evil aliens coming soon." Andrew said. "You could get hurt or worse."
"O-okay. Will I see you soon?"
"Yes you will, I promise. Now hop on the ship with your friends."
The ship mentioned was a Jedi initiate shuttle, one of the last to leave the planet. The boy boarded the shuttle, waving goodbye to his dad and mom. They waved back, and Jennifer broke into tears. The ship rose gracefully in the air after all the kids were strapped in, and Andrew held Jennifer tightly, in a loving embrace. It will be a long time before they would see Danny again.
The ship flew up to one of the colonies, and the kids gasped in wonder at the majesty of the huge colony ships.
The cruise ships will serve as a decoy once the kids are set to go, allowing the colony ships to hopefully go to Hell's Gate unscathed. The plan is a wise one, but even the best plans can be ruined at the most inopportune moment...

OOC: I give up. I am having trouble with my computers and I just cannot seem to do will in this particular thread. I am with drawing.

IC: The probe speed off for regions unknown.

Bosch managing a suppressed laugh merely looked at the captain, “Why am I siding with the Shivans? That is a good question and one I will kindly answer for you. You see I am much older than you realise. Believe it or not I am now bordering on nine hundred years although I only look sixty. Within my vast lifespan I have seen billions slaughtered within this Galaxy alone, do not even attempt to fathom the countless trillions destroyed at the hands of the Shivans the count is immeasurable. Yes I was once like you, young and idealistic fighting for morals and so called justice but in a Galaxy where only a few tend to abide by civilised rules I attempted to level the playing field. I was once the supreme military commander of all Imperia British naval forces, I adored my nation and my home planet, I loved and still love my lost family and friends and now all I can do is mourn their loss. Yes Captain I am a man consumed by grief and pain but I am a powerful man and I assure you I am very sane. Does that frighten you?” Grinning now at the confused and fear struck people Bosch saw the emotions he could arouse in people and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed creating misery and fear.

“You should be afraid, yes you should. I know of my actions, I know the murders I am ordering. Civilians yes, unfortunately some must be sacrificed for the greater good, For my greater good. I sought about changing the rule book by ordering the construction of a temporal warship capable of erasing an entire species from the timeline. Yes the construction was ordered masked from the emperor and senate however I was supported by the bulk of my generals. In secret the warship was constructed until from some unknown source it was LEAKED!” Bosch slamming his hand down on the table now enraged at the thought of the traitor somehow managed to cause bulkheads to collapse. The room seemed to be pulled inwards towards him as though he was a magnet most likely terrifying his guests and confusing others.

Seemingly unaware of his transgression Bosch continued his speech unaware that all the walls had been bent inwards and that four bulk heads were snapped. “So yes the senate attempted to stop me, and yes other nations intervened including a nation called Indra Prime. My life’s work, my glory all snatched away from me. Yes snatched away.” Bosch seemingly in daze just stared into space, the look of pain and remembrance on his face was one which not many people should ever have to endure, but Bosch deserved every single ounce of it. As if by some magic the walls and bulk heads rearranged themselves or was it something else? The Coreworldian crew were simply left for a few moments then displaced back into their cell.

Atlantis

The five Sathanas Juggernauts rifted into the system, immediately set upon by Coreworld warships. The Shivan constructs unable to manoeuvre beyond a five degree turning arc (exaggeration) continued their present course. At a distance of twenty five kilometres the mighty vessels opened fire onto the descending defenders, who though brave were undoubtedly foolish to attempt an attack upon vessels vastly superior to themselves. The Shivan craft opened fire with a volley of thousands of missiles, over eight hundred thousand missiles emerged from the launchers within a few seconds heading towards the Coreworlds fleet. During the missile volley an FTL inhibitor field was raised to prevent any quick rescue or exit. The small missiles swarming to their targets at almost the speed of light would impact. The Corewrold captains would believe these weapons to be a mere ECM or some other form of distracting weapon however the compressed anti-matter warhead would prove them wrong. Impacting the Coreword shields the missiles themselves were intended to do severe damage. After the initial missile salve the unfortunate star destroyers then received an attack from the forward beam cannons which would slice through the severely weakened shields as though they never existed ripping each warship into small acceptable chunks.

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Konoha

The Shivan fleet emerged into the system now on full battle alert; obviously they were gaining fast response times to the Shivans surprise attacks. The Shivan fleet arrayed in a wall formation had the larger capital ships to the front while the Cruisers remained at their tale with fighters swarming in amongst the demons. The bombers were ordered to aim for the enemy planets and satellites once enemy resistance had been worn down. Raising an inhibitor filed which extended throughout much of the system the Shivan would insure no fast attacks or escapes. The fleet moving in unison drifted towards the Coreworld defence force in silent, the green bolts fired at the fleet moved in a wide arc rarely hitting a vessels shields. Now within suitable range the fighters were ordered to attack in unison. The swarms moving in towards the middle of the battle field would be impressive. The hive mind reaching out through the system detected many but unseen life forms hidden in the blackness of the night. Their positions not yet determined served to anger the destroyers.

YorkShire

The Shivan fleet arrived and remained within their location hovering just outside weapons range. Fighters dancing around the fleet while warships charged their main cannons only served to elude and confuse the enemy intelligence services. What were they waiting for? What were they planning?

"What the hell was that?" one of the officers whispered as the Admiral continued to speak, and some bulkheads snapped.
"I don't know." another replied.
He's crazy Jane thought as she was wisked back to her cell. No. I can see how something like that would ruin him. But still...no amount of punishment could ever begin to account for his crimes.

Atlantis:
"What the hell are those things?" a crewmember asked when the SSD Warrior's Blade battlegroup came into the system early due to the FTLi.
"They must be the enemy's command ships. Designate them as Levathians, and update the computers with the latest sensor readings."
"Yes sir!"
"Once we are in range, hit them with everything we've got!"

The initial Star Destroyers were destroyed or heavily damaged, but not before throwing out volleys of turbolasers and capital-grade proton missiles. The gunships and fighters fared better, using their speed to attack the Sanathas but were downed by the enemy fighters.
The rescue fleet had their hyperdrives cut out early and started to break up into smaller squadrons in order to encircle the Levathians and enemy fighters. Once at maximum range, the SSD fired it's thousand-plus turbolasers, ion cannons and torpedoes at the lead Sathanas battleship, throwing terawatts of energy at the enemy.

Konoha

The Shivans emerged into the system now on full battle alert; obviously they were gaining fast response times to the Shivans surprise attacks. The Shivan fleet arrayed in a wall formation had the larger capital ships to the front while the Cruisers remained at their tale with fighters swarming in amongst the demons. The bombers were ordered to aim for the enemy planets and satellites once enemy resistance had been worn down. Raising an inhibitor filed which extended throughout much of the system the Shivan would insure no fast attacks or escapes. The fleet moving in unison drifted towards the Coreworld defence force in silent, the green bolts fired at the fleet moved in a wide arc rarely hitting a vessels shields. Now within suitable range the fighters were ordered to attack in unison. The swarms moving in towards the middle of the battle field would be impressive. The hive mind reaching out through the system detected many but unseen life forms hidden in the blackness of the night. Their positions not yet determined served to anger the destroyers.

Commander Fugaku Uchiha, the Ninja fighters' wing commander, smiled as his watched the Shivans try to attack his invisible fighters. He had a trump card up his sleeve to aid the Star Destroyers and is waiting for them to get in position.
Twenty-five Shinobi-class cruisers, newly commissioned from the Waylord shipyards, immediately decloaked behind the Shivan fleet and blasted away with turbolasers and railcannons, attacking the Ravanas (designated Devils) and Rakshashas (designated Demons), then they sped out of the battle area and recloaked again, moving to different positions and firing again.
The Ninja fighters chose that time to attack and pick off the enemy fighters and bombers, like invisible ghosts in the night.
The Star Destroyers aimed at the other capital ships and took some damage while dishing out green rays of death. The two fleets together dealt much damage, and with reinforcements coming, the Shivans will have to flee or risk total destruction.


Shinobi Cruiser
1000 meters
Shields: yes
Cloak: yes
Hyperdrive: yes
Weapons:
25 turbolaser cannons
15 torpedo tubes
15 railcannons (with tungsten and DU rounds)

War Admiral
Bridge

"Commander, coordinates are set, we are ready to gate-jump to Hell's Gate..."

"Engineering! Status!" said Commander Vanderkam.

"Logic drives are active and running...All systems green!"

"Life support! Status report, now!"

"Life support running at 100% maximum efficiency."

"Weapons!"

"All personnel are at their stations, code 3 security enabled!"

"EPR Radar."

"No sign of enemy units in the immediate area...We are running the wide-range scan right now."

"Good...Colony systems!"

"All systems green, ma'am. Colony docks are closing, and all external and internal shields are up!"

"Commander, the EPR radar has detected the nearest enemy Shivian unit to be several AUs away."

"Good, there would be no way for them to catch us. Double check the transfer column status, with the UMN."

"The UMN gives us the all clear for departure, all systems green."

"Let's double check all systems...We don't want to stall in the middle of this jump! Navigation!"

"All systems green!"

"Engineering!"

"Everything is go!"

"Weapons!"

"Everything is green...All systems go!"

"UMN"

"All systems are a go!"

"Life support!"

"Green as always! All systems are go!"

"EPR Radar!"

"Everything is clear! We are a go!"

"Emergency systems!"

"We are green! Systems on standby!"

"Communications!"

"All channels fully operational!"

"Good...Now for the civilian sections, starting with the residential...Residential block 1!"

"R-block 1, clear!"

"Residential block 2!"

"R-block 2, clear!"

"Residential block 3!"

"R-block 3, everything clear!"

"Dock 1!"

"D1, clear!"

"Dock 2!"

"D2, clear!"

"Dock 3 and 4!"

"D3, clear!"

"D4, clear as well!"

"Commecial district!"

"District all clear!"

"Tram 1!"

"Tram 1 all clear!"

"Tram 2"

"Tram 2 is clear!"

"Good...Ok...Let's get this show on the road! Start up the logic drives and double set the coordinates to Hell's Gate..."

"Affirmative, estimated time for arrival...Approximately 48.99998 seconds!"

"Engage on my mark...5...4...3...2...1...LAUNCH!!"

The War Admiral and the rest of the -Noir- fleet enterened into newly formed transfer column and disappeared with a bright flash.

Engineering Bay

"It looks like we only have less than 30 seconds till we reach Hell's Gate..." said an engineer, while looking at the timer display on his operating terminal.

*WARNING* *WARNING* *OVERLOAD ON DRIVE 2* *OVERLOAD ON DRIVE 3* *WARNING* *WARNING* shrilled the alarm in the engineering bay, as well as on the bridge.

"What in the world is going on!?!?" yelled one of the engineers.

"One of the connectors on the logic drives got disconnected...We are losing forward momentum..."

"How about the rest of the fleet!"

"They have already adjusted speed to keep up with us."

"Oh no...This isn't good..."

"Engineering! What is going on!" said the voice of the commander from the intercomm.

"The connectors on two of the logic drives appear to be faulty..."

"How long until you can repair the problem?"

"Several hours...I ran a diagnostic test on the drives and it appears that the connector is deep within the machines themselves..."

"Well...We don't have several hours! We need to get those things up and running immediately!"

"Yes, ma'am..."

Bridge

Commander Vanderkam sighed as she looked at her computer screen. 24 seconds left...And it will take several hours to fix this problem...This is bad...If we don't get this problem fixed...The Shivians might detect that we have stopped and pinpoint our location...

"All units...code 1! I repeat...Code 1! Scramble divisions one and two...Have them go out on patrols...Tell all personnel to go to their stations...And make sure all refugees and non-combatants retreat to the bunkers! Also...Send word the Coredia that we have encountered techincal difficulties and need back-up in case of a Shivian raid!"

"Yes, ma'am!" said the people on the bridge.

"God help us..."

Both sides would then detect multiple hyperspace signatures of unknown classification, seeing as the Traileric warships had not encountered either side yet. The Traileric vessels sped along vast kilometers of space before making a second jump, bringing them within about 300 km of the nearest Shivan/CW vessel. They were obviously highly advanced war vessels, due to the energy signature. Who they were and whose side they were on remained a mystery.


Fleet stats

NR-300 Carriers x3
- Darkangel Interceptors x1,200(Mostly inside carriers)
- NR-46 Bombers x650(Mostly inside carriers)

Diablo VI Battlecruisers x 5

NR-Destroyer x14

Obisidian Frigates x30

(The NR-D is basically a suped up version of the Obsidian)

YorkShire

The Shivan fleet arrived and remained within their location hovering just outside weapons range. Fighters dancing around the fleet while warships charged their main cannons only served to elude and confuse the enemy intelligence services. What were they waiting for? What were they planning?

"What the heck are they doing, just sitting there?" An ensign asked.
"Probably playing rock-paper-scissors to see who'll kill us." A lieutenant griped.
"Heh. More like waiting for a present to give us. An evil present." The Admiral of the fleet said. "Surround them, but be wary of any tricks! Open fire when you get in maximum range!"
The Star Destroyers, Star Cruisers and smaller ships made microjumps to surround the Shivan fleet and moved in, firing all weapons at the Shivans from thousands of klicks away. When reinforcements come in, the fleet will squeeze the enemy until there's nothing left.

Deep Space, several hundred light years from Hell's Gate
The SSD Emperor battlegroup, commanded by Grand Admiral Erwin Rommel and assigned to the protection of the colony fleet.
"Sir, the colony ships seem to have gotten their FTL drives ruined. If the Shivans get to them..."
"I know. What's our ETA to them?"
"30 minutes or so."
"Then let's hope we can save the kids before the Shivans scare them to death. Engage hyperdrives!"
The hundred-strong fleet disappeared in a flash, running at flank speed for the colony ships.

Andilia
Droid ships were sent to the aftermath of the battlefield to clean up any Shivan pieces that may be of use. The pieces are held in containment fields to prevent any nasty surprises, and they will be sent to science labs in deep space (near Hell's Gate and other hard-to-get places) for analysis. It is hoped that the pieces will yield something useful, but it's standard procedure, anyway. When the droids finished, they left, leaving barely anything.

OOC:
Sorry about the delay, I'll have an EXTRA LONG post up to make up for the last couple days of not getting the post I promised up.

Bosch laughing at the results of the battle was more impressed with his work than usual. The Coreworldian fleet was fighting bravely against the raiding forces that were not really trying to do anything at all except stall and re route enemy forces.

The Lucifer moving through the vast green haze of subspace was now near its exit coordinates, sitting in his command chair Bosch was now almost ready to complete his goal. “Helm, engage subspace drives.” And with that order the Lucifer descended up the dimensional plain into the human’s universe.

The cloaked warships tore into the conventional engines of the Ravana destroyers causing vast damage the cloaked vessels seemingly disappeared without a trace; however the Hive mind had now adapted and were ready to destroy these cowardly foes.

Each species emitted a voice a voice in the telepathic plain, those of a weak standing would be no more than a small blip ready to lose itself from existence while the stronger and more powerful minds assembled the appearance of vast clouds of searing energy. The hive now concentrating on the area affecting the battlefield logged the location of each small blip.

The Lilith cruisers now turning their angle charged their beam weapons and opened fire upon the cloaked war vessels with a full spread of micro missiles. Their forward beam cannons also fired sending out altogether over one hundred and forty of the Shivan beams, the red crisscrossing of the weapons would signal the end of the “ninja” core.

The frontal warships of the Shivan line suddenly and silently shut down their beam weapons, all the enemy would be able to detect would be a large power surge to each of the four claws at the front of every Ravana destroyer After a mere twenty seconds each and every Shivan fighter began to head back to their own front lines while the warships discharged and obliterated them from existence. The vast subspace pulse, an energy weapon capable of destabilising a star upon its own flew through the dotted night of wreckage to obliterate enemy cloaked fighters and warships conjunctively.

The incoming fire from SSD smashed into the forward claw of a Sathanas juggernaut, tearing it from the main body of the warship the claw spun out of control into the night before exploding. The enemy warship continued to pound the Shivan vessels with everything it had, the shields failing on the forward Sathanas as numerous hull breeches erupted would be an excellent sign for the humans however it was only a sign. The remaining undamaged Sathanas warships opened fire upon the super star destroyer with everything they had, all of their forward beam cannons opened fire (18 in all, the claws are just the uber ones which are included) flew through space while the fighters moved towards the colony to engage the defence platforms. Using their vast compliment of micro missiles each fighter began to open fire upon all defensive structures, while the planet below watched the skies in fear. Each Juggernaut opened fire with conventional weapons however one of the Shivan constructs slowly charged its forwards claws. The vast metal objects slowly began to move together into a point then within an instant the pulse was released. (ill let you decide what its aiming for, the colony or SSD)

Coredia
Bosch happily watching the resulting carnage form the battles safely in subspace motioned to have the captain displaced into the bridge. Arriving quickly she was now witnessing a battle between her own empire and the Shivans. “I’m afraid the transmission will be disrupted for a mere moment as we are moving into real space.” The view screen went all fuzzy for about twenty seconds then quickly the picture began to reassert itself but not of the battles raging at the colonies but it was Coredia. The Lucifer was at Coredia!

Bosch merely raised a hand to signalling the order to open fire on everything.

OOC: an attack on those kiddies is coming tonight.

C.N.S Zephyr
Coredia System
Flagship of the Coredia Flotilla

Commodore Frederick finished sealing his skin-suit as the klaxon still bleared, thankfully he was aboard his Flag Bridge at the time of the alarm.

“Sensors tell me what out there…” Frederick asked.

“Sir its coming in quite clear, it’s a massive vessel approximately 20 km in length definitely of Shivan origin.” A female officers voice replied.

Frederick was disturbed by the skirmish that was fought earlier in the Candia system and their powerful technology. So concerned in fact that he dispatched his freighters and three DD back to Ticonderoga. One of those DD had specific order to proceed with all possible speed, reaching almost into the Iota wave (In Trekkie terms this would mean all but entering trans warp e.g. Warp 9.999) making record time a sizable relief fleet was being dispatched. But this relief had not arrived as off yet.

Clearly the Protector of the Commonwealth wanted to cement a strong relationship between the twp nations and would do so with the Commonwealth’s Fleet. Frederick looked in awe at the massive ship, but in the end he deemed that such a ship was a waste of resources for a Squadron of Dreadnaught could perform the same function at a lesser cost, though he decided that would mean little to those like the Shivans.

He also reflected the Shivans have never met the Commonwealth Navy in battle and he was sure some of their tech would be a “bang”.

“Any sign that they have detected our position?”

“None as of yet sir, we are lying doggo her with ECM up, they would have to be on top of us to have seen us” the female voice answered.

“Good set accel to 300.5 gravities(the fastest possible accel rate while remaining under ECM “Launch the Lacs have them move to our port side, I think its time we introduce ourselves.”

The cloaked warships tore into the conventional engines of the Ravana destroyers causing vast damage the cloaked vessels seemingly disappeared without a trace; however the Hive mind had now adapted and were ready to destroy these cowardly foes.

Each species emitted a voice a voice in the telepathic plain, those of a weak standing would be no more than a small blip ready to lose itself from existence while the stronger and more powerful minds assembled the appearance of vast clouds of searing energy. The hive now concentrating on the area affecting the battlefield logged the location of each small blip.

The Lilith cruisers now turning their angle charged their beam weapons and opened fire upon the cloaked war vessels with a full spread of micro missiles. Their forward beam cannons also fired sending out altogether over one hundred and forty of the Shivan beams, the red crisscrossing of the weapons would signal the end of the “ninja” core.

It was not for nothing that the ninjas were called ninjas, even though all the Lilith cruisers were now shooting at them. The ninjas realized one thing about the Lilith; that they can only fire one beam cannon, even though there are a lot of them. Using that to their advantage, the cloaked fighter pilots made a sign with their hands, and chanted a couple of words. Suddenly, more fighters appeared, a whole cloud of them (Bunshin no Jutsu spell; illusion of numbers). Using that cloud as an extra cloak, the fighters dove at the Liliths, attacking with fervor even though dozens lost their lives. They attacked the engines, cannons, missile ports, and what passes for a bridge, swarming the cruisers like deadly mosquitoes.

The Shinobi cruisers were down to 18 out of 25. However, they, too changed tactics, concentrating firepower on one Demon or Devil destroyer at a time. The Star Destroyers, who were almost silent until now, entered the fray when the reinforcements came in force, aiding the valiant Shinobi in their fight for their home planet. Hokage Uzumaki and citizens started to evacuate under the cloak of warfare, running past the FTLi screen for lightspeed.

The frontal warships of the Shivan line suddenly and silently shut down their beam weapons, all the enemy would be able to detect would be a large power surge to each of the four claws at the front of every Ravana destroyer After a mere twenty seconds each and every Shivan fighter began to head back to their own front lines while the warships discharged and obliterated them from existence. The vast subspace pulse, an energy weapon capable of destabilising a star upon its own flew through the dotted night of wreckage to obliterate enemy cloaked fighters and warships conjunctively.

"Sir, we're getting large power surges from the Devil Destroyers!" a young ensign shouted.

"What? Get out of the way! They're firing something big!" Admiral Neeji ordered.

Most of the fighters were too close to the enemy fighters and warships to get a good lock, but the Star Destroyers took most of the damage. Out of the initial group of 20, 8 were completely destroyed and the rest were damaged in various ways. The reinforcements, including the SSD Jedi's Blade intensified firepower upon the Ravenas, seeing them as the bigger threat. The damaged initial fleet aimed for the Rakashas and Molochs (designated Wraiths), firing broadsides at them, hoping to kill before they're killed.

The incoming fire from SSD smashed into the forward claw of a Sathanas juggernaut, tearing it from the main body of the warship the claw spun out of control into the night before exploding. The enemy warship continued to pound the Shivan vessels with everything it had, the shields failing on the forward Sathanas as numerous hull breeches erupted would be an excellent sign for the humans however it was only a sign. The remaining undamaged Sathanas warships opened fire upon the super star destroyer with everything they had, all of their forward beam cannons opened fire (18 in all, the claws are just the uber ones which are included) flew through space while the fighters moved towards the colony to engage the defence platforms. Using their vast compliment of micro missiles each fighter began to open fire upon all defensive structures, while the planet below watched the skies in fear. Each Juggernaut opened fire with conventional weapons however one of the Shivan constructs slowly charged its forwards claws. The vast metal objects slowly began to move together into a point then within an instant the pulse was released. (ill let you decide what its aiming for, the colony or SSD)

"No, not the colony!" Admiral John Xavier aboard the SSD shouted in dismay.
The pulse wave struck the surface, destroying everything in it's path as it moved across the planet, killing everything and everyone.

The Admiral clenched his hand in anger. "Destroy all ships. Reduce them to space dust. They will pay for the blood of our citizens." He ordered coldly. "Maximum firepower!"

The SSD turned towards the Juggernaut, firing a massive broadside that literally made a sheet of green in the space between the ships. The other Star Destroyers overpowered the other 3 Juggernaughts, and fired everything they had at them. The fighters redoubled their attacks, slashing through the enemy fighters. The fleet here is furious at the deaths of the colonists, and made it very clear what they thought of it.

Coredia
Bosch happily watching the resulting carnage form the battles safely in subspace motioned to have the captain displaced into the bridge. Arriving quickly she was now witnessing a battle between her own empire and the Shivans. “I’m afraid the transmission will be disrupted for a mere moment as we are moving into real space.” The view screen went all fuzzy for about twenty seconds then quickly the picture began to reassert itself but not of the battles raging at the colonies but it was Coredia. The Lucifer was at Coredia!

Bosch merely raised a hand to signalling the order to open fire on everything.

"No, no, no!" The captain shouted as the relatively invincible ship attacked the homeworld.

Every Star Destroyer (60+) in the area opened fire upon the ship, but little damage occured as the shields simply sucked up the weapon fire like it was nothing. It's a good thing Operation Orphanage left early, or else it would have been caught in the crossfire.

Master Masaki watched the sky and the battle with concern. They're here. He's here. I can sense it.
"Master, we must get out of here!" his Padawan, Josh Horgan said.
"Yes, we should. Ready our shuttle!"
"Yes, Master!"

Andrew was also getting ready to leave, although Jenny balked at leaving his side when he suggested they split up.
"Listen, we've gone through so much together, love. I'm not leaving your side."
"But--"
"But nothing. I can fly a fighter as well as anyone, you know. And don't tell me that I need to be safe. Not that I like the danger, but it's just to keep you company."
She made perfect sense... "You're right. For as long as we both live..."
"...we'll never be alone..."
"...and will always be beside each other..."
"...in good times or bad."

They kissed, renewing their vow. As the planetary shields struggled to hold against the onslaught, the couple started up their fighters (Rocky's with Andrew) and flew out of there, forming up with other fighters and the Jedi Master's shuttle and the shield lowered momentarily to let the small ships go.
The fleet kept firing at the Lucifer, if only to keep it from the Emperor and Jedi as they make their way to hyperspace. This is a dark day for Coreworlds.

“Time till they burn through our ECM, Cruz?”

Cruz was hunched over his control board, growing more focused upon his manipulations by the minute. He no longer took the time to even glance towards the crew, much less participate in the idle conversation that sprung up from waiting. “Well, sir, it can’t be too much longer. They’re getting real close, I can only give us another five minutes and then they’ll either they’ll burn through or their fighters will get us on visual. Either way, we need to get the hell outta here real soon.”

“…Roger that, Cruz. Alright, Barnes, make sure your engines are ready to roll, can’t have ‘em crapping out on us now. Those fighters will make mincemeat of us.” MacFerrin and Garret began running over their own checklist. Throwing a glance back to Cruz, he saw the EW tech had sweat dripping from his face and had even darkened the back of his shirt.

“Doing alright back there, kid?” he asked, concerned for the technician. Cruz barely responded with a nod and adjusted another setting. A moment later and a red light began blinking and Cruz jumped upright in his seat and turned back towards the forward. He looked like he’d been up for a week in the middle of a combat zone.

“They see us” was all he could say before slouching in his chair and dropping his headset onto the control board. With one sleeve he wiped the beaded sweat from his forehead and closed his eyes.

“Alright, we’re out of here!” MacFerrin said as he slapped the control lever, plunging the SPC into Subspace.

********

“The Guardian is signaling! Engage Combat Fold!” Beneath his feet, Vance could feel the rumble of the engines gather their power, their ten second spin-up time. And then, they Folded.

A Combat Fold was very different from every other Fold a warship crew would conduct. They were generally very short, precise operations plunging a ship into the thick of battle. The danger of entering a battle like that was simple-if another ship crossed into the space to be occupied while the Folding ship was mid-Fold, it would materialize in the same space as the object. Because of the impossibilities of different objects inhabiting the same physical space, all matter involved becomes converted directly to energy, with catastrophic results. Every Combat Fold was an extreme risk that could pay off hugely, or end disastrously.

Of course, these discoveries lead to the creation of Fold-Weapons, such as missiles and space mines. The principle behind them was simple; they would be launched from a starship, Fold, and then return to Sidereal space inside the target. Upon completion of the Fold, the target would be destroyed, or in very massive ship's cases, be heavily damaged. Since that such a weapon could be so easily made by anyone with Fold-Space Drive ability, there was a race to develop ‘Anti-Fold’ shielding.

It took several years and thousands of lives lost to these weapons until an effective counter had been created. By pure chance, a technician misaligned the emitters of a test bed for the shield generator. The misaligned shields effectively blocked the missiles launched until they overwhelmed its generating capacity and destroyed it. The attempt was repeated several times, until several weeks later the mistake was made again by the technician.

The shields created a ‘wall’ which prevented most forms of energy and any matter from passing through it, even on the inter-spatial level. The new shielding could block weapons fired in Sidereal space, from lasers to rail guns to missiles. Unfortunately, the coils generating the field could only handle so much and under heavy stress would buckle and fail. Fold-Missiles were kept as a stand-off tactic to sap enemy shielding, and large barrages could still overwhelm and destroy a ship. Ships could still Fold on top of other shielded ships, since the power needed to punch them through the Timestream was much, much greater than any shield could ever produce. Of course, against unshielded ships, Fold-Missiles remained one-shot-kill weapons, creating another need entirely.

Electronic Countermeasures were refined and improved to fool targeting systems, giving smaller ships greater survivability against a larger, more missile-ridden foe. Decoys were developed to emit signatures that would lure the deadly missiles to them as well, drawing even more fire. These improvements were never a help against weapons aimed by eyesight, but for computer-aimed weapons, they were the difference between life and instant death.

When the Tempest appeared, it was no more than a half kilometer from the Wraith, dead center of the defenses. It was a perfect shot to anything that might have expected it, one the computers controlling them should have executed flawlessly, which they did. Unfortunately for the defenders, the ECM ability packed aboard the Tempest showed them three different targets. Those initial shots which did find the attacking Cruiser were absorbed harmlessly by the shields. And then it was their turn.

Rail guns coughed, sending their projectiles screaming to their targets at a fraction of light speed. Flak burst around the Cruiser, enveloping fighters and mines in clouds of fiery explosive shrapnel. The fighters dropped from the underside launch bay, swarming around the defenses, their lighter rail guns and energy-based cannons tearing into the defenders.

The Wraith was not spared from the holocaust; the two grazers opened up in unison with the rest of their companions, their continuous beams stabbing at the halted ship. They held their withering gaze for several seconds before falling silent-the capacitors recharging and firing bores dumping excess heat-and then resumed their deadly dance across the surface of the Demon ship fifteen seconds later.

Vance stood back to watch the carnage as the Cruiser ripped open the heart of the supply depot, smiling to himself. Fire from the rail guns left blisters of fire on the asteroids housing anything resembling an installation. Heavy Rail Gun shells pounded the defending turrets with nuclear, antimatter fed fire.

Generally, rail guns fired inert projectiles, but a minute amount of antimatter encased in larger projectile gave the ‘Heavy’ behind the Heavy Rail Gun. It was not enough power to equal a standard nuclear weapon of Old Earth, but it lent a serious punch behind the already powerful rail gun rounds.

The Tempest mounted only five of these weapons, but it was more than enough against most ships of equal or smaller class, and against static defenses, they were Thor’s Hammer which smote. Vance’s lips curled into a snarling grin as he watched the Cruiser shred the defenses. Now these ‘demons’ would see they had just stirred the true hornet’s nest.

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Callies sent her fighter into a dive, evading fire from a static defense mine. Another fighter swooped in behind her, his cannons turning the mine to incandescent flame. Pulling her fighter back around, she let around fly into the hind quarter of one of the enemy Raven fighters. The shot impacted on its shields, but the enemy still twisted roughly from the force of her cannons.

“Thanks, Hash!” she said letting another shot fly. This one went home, sending pieces of the enemy breaking off in different directions. “No prob, Osprey!” Came the reply from her wingman. The enemy fighter attempted a downward roll to slip below her, but she adjusted her speed to keep herself on the inside of the fighter’s turn. Squeezing off another shot, she let out a whoop as the shots impacted on what was probably the fighter cockpit. The enemy spun out of control, breaking apart and she pulled about to a heading towards the Tempest.

“Wing, status report” she ordered, dodging fire from another of the anti-ship laser mines seeding the area. How many more of these damned things are there, she wondered to herself. Checking her HUD, what she saw was better than she expected, considering the odds in this furball. Only one fighter had been destroyed outright; the pilot was already safely aboard the SPC Icarus with minimal injuries. Several others had been damaged, but were still very much in the fight.

Her fighter shuddered as a laser slammed home, forcing her back to focusing on her flying. Got too focused, forgot to fly….fool, you’ve been playing in politics way too long… She checked her readouts and nodded, smiling at how the fighters were doing. Despite their size, they too were mounted with a version of shielding which was quite effective in its own right. It couldn’t stop a Fold Missile, but fighters were agile enough to not worry about such things. On the other hand, Rail Guns were nimble enough, and quite adept at punching through the shielding, given enough hits.

She looped upwards, her eye catching sight of the defending mine which had struck her. A single trigger-squeeze, and it was a ball of gas and debris not worth the memory.

“Lerkspit! One of the rocks is making a run at the Tempest!”

The shouted warning made Calleis turn her fighter back towards the Cruiser and gasp at what she saw. A large rock with engines, what had to be some sort of mobile storage, was gaining speed towards the aft-starboard quarter of the ship. Kicking more power to her engines, she dove in, waiting for effective range on the enemy.

”Focus on taking out its engines,” she ordered. A rock that size could take out a section of shields and still have enough left to do damage to the hull itself. If they could take away its maneuverability, maybe they’d buy enough time for the rail guns to chew it up or for the cruiser to get out of the way. The fighters converged on it in a frenzied chase, trying to stop its suicidal charge.

*******

Mayhem reigned in Light Rail Station 5D. There was such an abundance of targets that the gun team had claimed a fair number of kills inside the first five minutes of the fight. Granted, every single one of those was against a space mine of some sort, but they were kills none the less, and the gun team was quite proud of themselves. The soldier manning the gun itself spat in his cup, set next to him on a wide spot of the railing.

His spotter highlighted another target for him, and he walked the Light Rail’s muzzle towards it and opened fire. It burst in another gout of silent flame, which he gladly chalked up.

His spotter shouted a warning unexpectedly, causing the gunner to jump. He tracked the gun around as quickly as he could; a large object was diving down the throat of his firing sector and Command of all things was highlighting the target.

In his haste, he overcompensated and slammed his controls into the cup of spit he had been setting on the railing. It fell and splashed all over his feet, and he slipped, yelling and cursing. He tried to haul the massive rail gun back around, but the momentum of the weapon combined with his loss of traction sent him sprawling on the deck.

“INCOMING!” The spotter yelled, diving away from the gun station. The other weapon in the station tried to make up for the lack of fire from his neighbor, but it had no substantial effect. His team dove for the crew door, following the spotter from the first team. Taking the rear was the gunnery sergeant, who was dragging the gunner who had knocked himself unconscious when he fell.

********

”Captain, I’m getting an emergency from Station Five-Delta! I’m cutting in automatics, but I don’t think they’ll stop it!” The Gunnery Commander yelled, his voice un-muffled by the gunnery pod.

Wotejenck looked over at the pilot’s pod. Of course, the pilot couldn’t see him, nor he the pilot, but it was instinct. “Throw some more power into the evasive maneuvers, damnit!”

The pilot merely grunted, the large cruiser lethargically shifting in response to his commands. The gunnery commander shouted from his station “They’re coming right in!”

Wotejenck cursed and slapped the ship-wide com while the pilot hit the alarm. “All hands, brace for impact!”

******

Helmets across the ship sealed in response to the alarm and crew members strapped themselves in. Some, though, weren’t quite as lucky to be near their stations and were caught holding onto ladders, bulkheads, conduits, just about anything that could hold them.

The rock-ship hit the shields first, causing the ship to shudder. It continued pulling around, but the remains of the rock was now inside the defenses. It slammed into the number two starboard engine and the entire ship rocked as if the hand of God had reached out and slapped it.

Explosions erupted in engineering at the number two starboard section and damage control teams rushed to the scene. Wounded were being hauled out of the section by their fellow crewmen while others rushed in to help fight the fire. Although the section could easily be relieved of atmosphere, there were fears of the integrity of the rest of engineering. All in all, they considered themselves lucky the compartment hadn’t been opened to space by that hit after all. Now was the business of saving the compartment and what was left of the number two starboard engine before they were forced to vent the compartment themselves.

******

“Damage report! Everyone alright?” Wotejenck asked, opening his eyes. He’d not had a collision in a starship for a very, very long time, and it had shaken him worse than he’d admit. Of course, he couldn’t show that to the crew, not right now.

“Sir, Starboard Two’s been hit, hit pretty hard. They’re containing the fire right now, the compartment wasn’t opened, thankfully. There are three confirmed dead, and another eight wounded severely. One missing still, too.”

The captain sighed. “Probably caught in the fire. Get those shields back up, and find out what happened in Five-Delta! General?” He said, turning back towards Vance, who was staring intently at the Tank.”

”We need to get the hell out of here, Eric. We need to go now. That dreadnought’s coming back for us, and it’s pouring on a helluvalot of speed.” The General frowned and continued eyeing the tank.

Wotejenck turned back towards the Engineering Officer. “Can we still Fold?” He asked, concern growing in his voice.

“Yes, Captain.” The officer replied. “The Fold Drive isn’t near Starboard Two, and is reading green and fully charged.”

”Alright, send the signal, we jump now.”

“Aye-aye, sir.”

Vance nodded and returned to his seat. “Let’s hope they don’t have any other nasty surprises waiting for us.”

”Indeed.” The captain turned back to face forward and the view on the main screen. “Alright, Fold in ten!”

The engines began spooling up, building their charge. The fighters hadn’t jumped yet, and that left Vance a little worried, but he didn’t know why. The rumble of the Fold Engines built to its climax, and then….silence.

Vance looked around, and then to the captain. “We’ve not Folded.”

The pilot had emerged from his pod and was frowning, worried. “Sir, they’ve got some sort of inhibitor field trained on us. My readouts are going crazy, screaming bloody murder if we try to jump. What’s worse is that I think it’s coming from their dreadnought. The fighters cant jump, either.”

“Bloody hell….Alright, we’re going to have to just stay ahead of this thing. We should have enough thrust without Starboard Two to just keep ahead of the Warlock, at least until we can fix it and get ahead.” Wotejenck looked towards Vance, who was silently staring out at space.

“There.” The General said after a moment, pointing out at a cluster of blue clouds. “That nebula. We run for it, and we’ll lose them there. We’ll get out of their inhibitor, and then we’ll get out of here. Captain, recall the fighters, start rotating them out. Get the pilots rest, get them food. Reload and rearm them, we’ll need their cover when those other fighters start getting close. Engineering, do we have our shield back yet?”

”Yes, General. Aft shield is back online and at forty percent and rising.”

“Good. Make it happen, people. We’re being chased.”

OOC: The Thread is Now Closed. No more RPers may enter!

High -Noir- Orbit
"Staging grounds"

Thousands of vessels could be seen, as the horizon peeked over -Noir-'s moon nearest moon, Luna. Of these thousands vessels are several hundred that stand out of the crowd, these were the -Noir- Durandal Class star cruisers, fifty of which were designated to lead the -Noir- fleet in the protection of Coreworld. The rest of the fleet comprised up of Nergal Nadesico class star cruisers which are known for their ferocious firepower and their equipped Aestivalis model mechs instead of their overall size, and also the smaller but faster Federation class battle cruisers.

Second Miltia

Chancellor Keiji and his wife Mireille looked out from their Maybach and could see the fleet through Second Miltia's large reinforced "glass dome."

"I can't believe we were able to get this many vessels in such a short time...That "super-jump" system Vector developed is a miracle worker..." said Keiji as he stared out the car's window.

"I know honey, but let's talk about the fleet later...We are at Nina's school...And we have like 50 minutes left..."

"Ah...I see...Ok...It's a shame that the Elsa takes this long to prep..."

"It is because this was all sudden..."

"And because we can't use any of the military vessels...Obviously."

War Admiral
200 AUs out of Coredian space

"Sir..."

"Yes? What is it?"

"The EPR radar shows that a part of the Shivian fleet attacking the Coredian forces near Coredia is moving...They have changed their heading and are coming straight for us...ETA is about...4 hours...No...3 hours..."

"Four hours!!!" exclaimed the commander, as she jumped out from her seat. "Someone get a hold of engineering and see how much time until we get moving?"

"Sir, they say they need a good 6 hours..."

"Six hours!" the commander interrupted. "Say they have less than three...And the Coredian fleet will arrive in more 5 hours...Two hours too late..."

OOC: wanted to post something more...but...can't right now...

The Emperor and his wife took a detour, and made a long jump to -Noir- space. When they arrived, the couple went straight to the capital, to see the Chancellor personally.

"-Noir- traffic control, this is Emperor Andrew and Empress Jennifer Masaki requesting a personal audience with the Chancellor." Andrew radioed. "We do not want any delays."

Commodore Frederick stared into the holo display that showed the disposition of the many Coredian vessels as they attacked the massive ship. He noted the apparent ineffectiveness of their weapons against the ship. However he hoped his flotilla weapons would have better effect.

“Fleet Orders: Execute Plan Alpha-Nu.” With that the Wickian fleet increased its speed to its maximum possible acceleration of 390 gravities, numerous decoys and other various countermeasures were launched to help fool the enemy sensors making them see ghosts. The Wickian Line of Battle turned its broadside to the enemy and fired for the first time in anger. Over a hundred and seventy missiles speed towards the Lucifer at a terminal velocity of 75,000kps2 .

The Lance of Light Cruisers and the remaining three destroyers advanced rapidly towards the Shivans vessel at over 575 gravities.

At 20,000 km the missiles would detonate in a nuclear explosion which would send a coherent beam of bomb pumped x-rays at the enemy ship. At three million km they would take only forty seconds to reach the Lucifer.

OOC: I have been given permission of CoreWorlds to participate.
But apparently IB is against. Fine.

OOC: I’m ignoring Species 1 as if he joins in then ill have to use my upgraded tech and let the severely reduced stuff go. Besides it was posted that the RP was CLOSED way too many plotlines that will get ruined if he joins in so he won’t receive a post from me sorry. Posting for replies for four nations is enough. So let me put this out again, THE RP IS NOW CLOSED.

IC “HARD TO PORT” Bosch screamed as the enemy fleets continued to open fire. The Lucifer turning in a wide arc made its way towards the allied fleet.

“On my mark fire all forward flux cannons.” The Lucifer now turning its back to the planet below headed towards the allied fleet, the targeting scanners traced the sky locking on to the larger of the Coreworldian warships. “OPEN FIRE” The three giant flux cannons let fire, the orange beams flew through the sky slicing ship after ship in half. Moving from ones then targeting the other the beams lasted all of only thirty seconds, but the damage will last much longer.

The view screen suddenly turning a bright yellow as hundreds of nuclear weapons detonated outside its shieldingm, made no effect on the Shivan horror. Smiling quietly to himself Bosch looked at his captive captain enjoying the pain in her face. “Don’t worry my dear soon it will all be over.”

Bosch ordering an attack upon the Wick vessels prepared to fire a second salvo of the flux cannons, after a small recharge time of fifty seconds the cannons were brought to bare on the enemy fleet. “FIRE AT WILL” at that moment the flux cannons and missile batteries let rip with everything they had, millions of micro missiles let lose from the launchers while the flux cannons roamed the skies picking off warship after warship. While on the planet, a resounding fear could be heard as each flash in the night represented another one of their ships destroyed.

“Send the signal, have all transports and the remainder of the fleet arrive, the main battle is now complete. We will begin the invasion.”

As great hulks of ruined Star destroyers orbited Coredia as a form of one last vigil, the Shivans were preparing to descend to the surface.

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As the cloaked fighters swarmed the cruisers, the vast anti fighter weaponry would take their toll. The Shivans fully aware of which fighter was manned and which was not, due to their lack of telepathic signature, ignored the false mirages. The anti fighter beams and hornet missile batteries let rip against the fighters nearing the capital ship formation, destroying most before they got near to the hull. Meanwhile the star destroyers had begun to open fire. The Ravana and Rakshasha’s held formation and returned fire with the ferocity at which they were being attacked. The sky was bright with thousands of beam weapons and laser fire while the explosion of Shivan and Coeworldian vessels littered the battle field.

Each Shivan warship now charging their weapons for a subspace pulse targeted their relevant colony, the claws glowing a deep searing green locked into firing position while the battle raged.

The Pulses were unleashed………………..

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Meanwhile the Coreworld vessels had fallen into the Shivan trap, as soon as they reached firing position surrounding the fleet the FTL inhibitor field were raised, and the charging of a subspace pulse began. Each warship within the Shivan armada shunted energy towards the forward claws, within twenty seconds most of the Coreworld fleet would no longer survive. Incoming enemy fire impacted upon the vastly reinforced forward shields, as the aft shields had no need to be active due to the Sphere formation of the fleet. The Coreworldian space forces in this battle unaware of what the Shivans were about to unleash would attempt evasive manoeuvres but the pulses would be too many and too great in size. The Shivans had sprung the trap.

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The incoming firepower from the Super Star Destroyer impacted upon the now depleted shields of the Sathanas Juggernauts. Expending most of their energy upon the subspace pulse, the warships now had very little energy left for the weapons and shielding. One by one they were brought down in their weakened state; as the last Shivan Juggernauts were destroyed so to in turn was the FTL inhibitor field.

As the last moments of battle telemetry filtered away into the hive mind the Shivans were aware of the location of the SSD. Most likely believing that they had secured victory the humans would lower their guard to celebrate this most shameful loss for the Shivans.

Around the Coreworldian warship subspace fissures would appear, ten altogether. The vast gravitational emissions from each tear would make any attempt to escape into hyper space impossible. From every viable angle a Sathanas class war ship would emerge with beam cannons firing.

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Black Wolf Response

Automated defence systems brought online only mere moments before began to open fire. The goliath beam canon turrets locked on and lit the depot with red light, smashing through crates and hardware seeking out the enemy craft which had now revealed itself.

The Cain class cruiser now destroyed in a ball of flames and charred metal slowly fractured through the cosmos. Taken by surprise with its shield and armour plating down, the Cain had no chance against such an attack. Its small compliment of fighters either damaged or destroyed in the shockwave were unable to provide any resistance.
Meanwhile the Ravana destroyer was making its way back to the depot, now in flames and shattered pieces the defence systems nobly attempted to fight off the foe. The Ravana raising an inhibitor field around the enemy ship would insure its capture. While the Ravana was heading back towards the depot Fifty Mara fighters went on ahead to delay or destroy the target.

Now in complete anger at the set back of Shivan operation with the destruction of this depot, more ships were being called in to continues the hunt. Just outside the inhibitor field to the sides and flank of the enemy vessel Shivan warships were jumping in to the system. Cain’s, Lilith’s and Moloch destroyers slowly emerged to continue the chase as the vessel now designated Vormak made its escape attempt towards the nebula.

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Operation Orphanage

The sudden and unexpected withdrawal from Gate-Jump created energy ripples that lighted the Noir colony ships as though they were a novaing star. The Hive mind aware of this instantly sought out to take advantage of the situation, part of the fleet designated to attack Coredia was re routed to engage this new and vulnerable foe. Emerging just outside enemy forces sensor range, a staged attack would begin.

The small fleet consisting of eighty vessels would attack in waves starting with initial fighter and bomber runs while more reinforcements were dispatched.

The Noir vessels would not know the size of the force due to it being outside sensor range however they would know it was there. (subspace tears and all)

The initial attack would consist of four hundred fighters and two hundred bombers, their orders were to weaken or destroy the enemy fighter escort and cripple the colony ships defence systems as best as possible while more reinforcements were being sent. The Noir forces would detect an OOC: more coming tonight Noir I just posted this right now as I have to go to work, ill edit and add more tonight.”

OOC: Just a couple questions i have here...DO i get a chance to RP the damage such a beam would do to my ships? Or my flotilla's response to such a tactic? From my reading of the post my whole flotilla just got swatted...after one broadside...kind of feel like im being Role played here and not role playing...Take in mind i mean no hostililty here just understanding if the fate of this battle was predetermined, if so let me know i respect the end result but i would like the chance to rp my own forces to it...and its not like one broadside of my missiles is all i got planned either...kinda confused here.

If u have AIM id let to talk mines Uberbrooksie works better then TG if u ask me.

IC “HARD TO PORT” Bosch screamed as the enemy fleets continued to open fire. The Lucifer turning in a wide arc made its way towards the allied fleet.

“On my mark fire all forward flux cannons.” The Lucifer now turning its back to the planet below headed towards the allied fleet, the targeting scanners traced the sky locking on to the larger of the Coreworldian warships. “OPEN FIRE” The three giant flux cannons let fire, the orange beams flew through the sky slicing ship after ship in half. Moving from ones then targeting the other the beams lasted all of only thirty seconds, but the damage will last much longer.

The view screen suddenly turning a bright yellow as hundreds of nuclear weapons detonated outside its shieldingm, made no effect on the Shivan horror. Smiling quietly to himself Bosch looked at his captive captain enjoying the pain in her face. “Don’t worry my dear soon it will all be over.”

Bosch ordering an attack upon the Wick vessels prepared to fire a second salvo of the flux cannons, after a small recharge time of fifty seconds the cannons were brought to bare on the enemy fleet. “FIRE AT WILL” at that moment the flux cannons and missile batteries let rip with everything they had, millions of micro missiles let lose from the launchers while the flux cannons roamed the skies picking off warship after warship. While on the planet, a resounding fear could be heard as each flash in the night represented another one of their ships destroyed.

“Send the signal, have all transports and the remainder of the fleet arrive, the main battle is now complete. We will begin the invasion.”

As great hulks of ruined Star destroyers orbited Coredia as a form of one last vigil, the Shivans were preparing to descend to the surface.

Captain Jane Kingston stared in horror as the Shivans continued to attack with impunity. She couldn't take her eyes off the carnage and something...boiled within her. She pulled out her standard-issue blaster, and began to shoot at the Admiral. She's going to take him down if it was the last thing she did!

As the cloaked fighters swarmed the cruisers, the vast anti fighter weaponry would take their toll. The Shivans fully aware of which fighter was manned and which was not, due to their lack of telepathic signature, ignored the false mirages. The anti fighter beams and hornet missile batteries let rip against the fighters nearing the capital ship formation, destroying most before they got near to the hull. Meanwhile the star destroyers had begun to open fire. The Ravana and Rakshasha’s held formation and returned fire with the ferocity at which they were being attacked. The sky was bright with thousands of beam weapons and laser fire while the explosion of Shivan and Coeworldian vessels littered the battle field.

Each Shivan warship now charging their weapons for a subspace pulse targeted their relevant colony, the claws glowing a deep searing green locked into firing position while the battle raged.

The Pulses were unleashed………………..

"Energy surges detected from the claws of the Devils and Demons!" A shinobi reported!"

"Very well! Attack the claws with the railguns before they do more damage!" Admiral Shikaku Nara ordered. Younger than the Hokage, he's one of the most powerful Jounin (master) ninja in the land of Konoha. He grits his teeth as the pulses begins charging, and his ships' railguns start spitting meter-long bullets at half the speed of light, aiming for the pulses. He's heard scratchy reports from Atlantis of the same thing destroying the colony, and he not allow these enemies to destroy his home planet.

The Star Destroyers, also recieving the bad news, added their proton torpedoes to the railguns, and concentrated all turbolaser firepower on the pulse claws. Konoha must not fall to the Shivans!

Meanwhile the Coreworld vessels had fallen into the Shivan trap, as soon as they reached firing position surrounding the fleet the FTL inhibitor field were raised, and the charging of a subspace pulse began. Each warship within the Shivan armada shunted energy towards the forward claws, within twenty seconds most of the Coreworld fleet would no longer survive. Incoming enemy fire impacted upon the vastly reinforced forward shields, as the aft shields had no need to be active due to the Sphere formation of the fleet. The Coreworldian space forces in this battle unaware of what the Shivans were about to unleash would attempt evasive manoeuvres but the pulses would be too many and too great in size. The Shivans had sprung the trap.

OOC: I'm assuming that this is Yorkshire.

IC:
The Star Destroyers there, too detected the massive energy surge of the pulses, and tried to initiate evasive maneuvers. But being 1-mile long daggars doesn't give them much manuverability, and many fell to the massed pulse wave. The people of Yorkshire looked up in horror as the wave of energy slammed on the surface, pierced through the shields and ripped them apart atom by atom. Another loss for the nation, and now the way is clear for the main worlds.

The remaining fleet, knowing it is a futile battle, started retreating to the main worlds, trying to accelerate past the FTLi screen. The fighters and smaller ships made it, but less than half of the ISDs and a heavily damaged SSD were the only ones that also made it.

The incoming firepower from the Super Star Destroyer impacted upon the now depleted shields of the Sathanas Juggernauts. Expending most of their energy upon the subspace pulse, the warships now had very little energy left for the weapons and shielding. One by one they were brought down in their weakened state; as the last Shivan Juggernauts were destroyed so to in turn was the FTL inhibitor field.

As the last moments of battle telemetry filtered away into the hive mind the Shivans were aware of the location of the SSD. Most likely believing that they had secured victory the humans would lower their guard to celebrate this most shameful loss for the Shivans.

Around the Coreworldian warship subspace fissures would appear, ten altogether. The vast gravitational emissions from each tear would make any attempt to escape into hyper space impossible. From every viable angle a Sathanas class war ship would emerge with beam cannons firing.

Admiral Xavier of the Warrior's Blade realized that the victory was short-lived when the reports of ten Wraiths came in. The huge ship rocked under the onslaught, and several damaged ISDs were destroyed by the newcomers.

"It's time we made our exit. Helm, give me ramming speed! Guns, concentrate firepower on one Wraith at a time, starting with the lead! Shunt all shield power to the bridge and forward shields! The rest of the fleet is to follow us and keep our flanks safe!"

As the orders were given, the SSD accelerated towards the Sanathas, intending to ram them and then get out of here. Reinforcing the forward shields would help keep the SSD alive long enough to make it into hyperspace, as they could withstand the blows of max-speed rams.
The remaining fleet formed an arrow shape with the SSD as the point, in order to pierce the ten enemy ships, a tactic that will hopefully surprise the Shivans.

Operation Orphanage

The sudden and unexpected withdrawal from Gate-Jump created energy ripples that lighted the Noir colony ships as though they were a novaing star. The Hive mind aware of this instantly sought out to take advantage of the situation, part of the fleet designated to attack Coredia was re routed to engage this new and vulnerable foe. Emerging just outside enemy forces sensor range, a staged attack would begin.

The small fleet consisting of eighty vessels would attack in waves starting with initial fighter and bomber runs while more reinforcements were dispatched.

The Noir vessels would not know the size of the force due to it being outside sensor range however they would know it was there. (subspace tears and all)

The initial attack would consist of four hundred fighters and two hundred bombers, their orders were to weaken or destroy the enemy fighter escort and cripple the colony ships defence systems as best as possible while more reinforcements were being sent. The Noir forces would detect an OOC: more coming tonight Noir I just posted this right now as I have to go to work, ill edit and add more tonight.”

"How long before we get to the colony ships?" Admiral Rommel asked, concerned for the children.

"Uh, another 30 minutes, sir. We're coaxing as much power from the hyperdrives as we can without overworking it."

"Very well. When we arrive, the fleet is to split in two and flank the colony ships. We interpose ourselves between the Shivans and the colonies so that we take the brunt of the damage, understood?"

"Yes sir!" The orders were given by hyperwave in short bursts, and all 120 ships knew what to do. They will give their lives to protect the colony ships.

OOC: Just a couple questions i have here...DO i get a chance to RP the damage such a beam would do to my ships? Or my flotilla's response to such a tactic? From my reading of the post my whole flotilla just got swatted...after one broadside...kind of feel like im being Role played here and not role playing...Take in mind i mean no hostililty here just understanding if the fate of this battle was predetermined, if so let me know i respect the end result but i would like the chance to rp my own forces to it...and its not like one broadside of my missiles is all i got planned either...kinda confused here.

If u have AIM id let to talk mines Uberbrooksie works better then TG if u ask me.

OOC: We have predetermined that the Lucifer won't be too damaged until Emperor Masaki takes on the Admiral. And yes, you can post damages for the flux cannons and counterattack if you need to. They're powerful (can slice an ISD in half like nothing), but there's only three of them.

The Emperor and his wife took a detour, and made a long jump to -Noir- space. When they arrived, the couple went straight to the capital, to see the Chancellor personally.

"-Noir- traffic control, this is Emperor Andrew and Empress Jennifer Masaki requesting a personal audience with the Chancellor." Andrew radioed. "We do not want any delays."

UMN FTL Management Center

"This is Second Miltia, FTL Traffic Control Center, we welcome you to -Noir- space. You are clear on dock 5a." said the Space Traffic Controller. "You just came right on time. Chancellor Keiji was just about to leave on the Elsa. I will inform him that you have arrived."

OOC(to: Imperial Brits): We know where your vessels are. The EPR Radar has a range of several thousands of lightyears across.

EPR Radar
Radar which utilizes the EPR Paradox to overcome limits
imposed by the speed of light. Its effective range is
thousands of light years across.

EPR Paradox
A paradoxical theory presented in 1935 by Albert Einstein, Boris Podolsky, and Nathan Rosen in support of their argument that quantum mechanics still falls short in its explanation of reality.

A simple theoretical experiment to illustrate this paradox consists of a particle decaying into two identical particles. Because the internal angular momentum or spin of the particle must be conserved, the two decaying particles will have two opposing spins.

As these particles decay, they are launched in opposite directions. When the distance between the two particles reaches a great distance, say several light years, the spin of one of the particles is measured.

At the precise moment the spin of one particle is deter- mined, the spin of the other can be determined to be in the opposite direction because the two spins must equal zero.

Herein lies the paradox, since quantum mechanics dictates that the intrinsic property of an entity cannot be determined until it is actually measured. By determining the spin of the second particle several light years away without measuring it, the experiment would introduce the existence of some strange force that can transmit the information of the first particle's spin to the second particle faster than the spee of light -- a force that cannot be explained by quantum mechanics.

The couple land on dock Sa, and disembark their fighters. They search among the familiar faces for the Chancellor, Andrew's godfather. Andrew needs to lay out the latest events for the Chancellor.

Second Miltia
5th Street, Nearing the Space Port

Inside the Chancellor's Maybach, sat both the Chancellor Keiji and his wife Mireille, but in addition to them, they had one extra passenger on board. She was 16, had a light complextion and long light brown hair that reached far down her back, with her mother's blue eyes. She wore a white blouse and a brown vest underneath brown coat, with the Mahora Academy High School Second Miltia Branch crest on the breast pocket, and red plaid skirt.

"So, Nina...How's school?" said Keiji.

"It's fine, dad...I came to visit home just a few days ago so nothing's changed..." replied Nina, as she stared out the window. "So dad...I bet that fleet of ships is your doing?"

"Yes...We were here for a stopover before continuing to Coreworlds to meet the Emperor Masaki..." said Keiji.

"And we also wanted to visit you while we are here...Maybe treat you out to lunch." added Mireille.

"Oh, that would be nice." said Nina with a smile. "I know this great new resturant that opened just last week. The food is great and I know you'll like it."

"Sure, just tell the driver..." replied Keiji, before he was interrupted by the sound of the car's phone ringing.

"Sir, it is Space Control, they have a message from you..." said the driver. "It is Emperor Andrew Masaki and his wife...They have arrived here from Coredia to meet you. They are docked in 5a."

"I see..." said Keiji. Keiji turned to face Nina. "Sorry...Dear...But we have to postpone our lunch until after we meet with Emperor Masaki."

"Oh...Ok...Wait...Why don't we invite them to come with us?" replied Nina.

"That's a great idea...Right, honey?" said Mireille.

"Sure sure...Driver, take us to the Space Port."

"Yes, sir."

Second Miltia
Space Port, Terminal 5a

"Emperor Masaki and Emperess Jennifer, pleased to meet you." said 2nd Fleet Admiral Saito. "Chancellor Keiji will be here shortly...He invites you to have lunch with them, with their daughter who goes to school here."

Admiral Saito led Emperor Masaki and his wife to the lounge, by the terminal to rest and have a snack while waiting for the Chancellor to arrive.

A few minutes later. The Chancellor's Maybach pulled up to the Space Port's curb. A security guard opened the door of the Maybach and helped Mireille and Nina out of the car, while Keiji stepped out from the other door.

High -Noir- Orbit
"Staging Grounds"

The fleet loomed ominously as the sun set over the horizon. A dark shadow spread across the fleet, as several million lights and specially aligned mirrors around the inner shell of the colony spread the artificial light around so well and precisely that it was impossible to believe the real sun had actually. The brightly lit colony, with the addition of the large fleet in -Noir-'s orbit created a spectacular light show on the surface of the planet, lasting only a few days before the fleet departs for battle with the Shivians.

Two Durandal class star cruisers, the NSC Silver Knight and NSC Japoness broke away from the fleet and adjusted their heading for the ill striken -Noir- fleet stranded half way inbetween Coredia and Hell's Gate. The sleek hulls of the vessels gleamed with brightness as it passed Second Miltia and aligned itself towards their destination in the appointed area reserved for the use of the "super-jump." With a tremendous flash, the two vessels vanished into the highly supercharged transfer column and headed towards the stranded vessels, hopefully in time before the Shivians attack.

OOC: have to read a chapter in my book for AP U.S. hist.

"Chancellor." Andrew shook the Chancellor's hand. "I'm glad to see you again. It has been a while, since my wedding to Jenny. I have much to talk to you about, not much good news, I'm afraid."

"Mirielle!" Jenny greeted the older woman and they kissed the way women kiss when they meet friends. "And this must be Nina. How are you two doing?"

The men and women drifted away so as to talk business or pleasure.

Second Miltia
Space Terminal, 5a Passengers' Lounge

"So...How's it been Andrew? Boy, you've sure grown...You were about here when I last saw you." said Keiji as he held his open hand flat near his chin, showing how tall Andrew had been before. "But let's go to this resturant I promised to take Nina to today...We can talk on the way there in the car...There are times in war where you need to stay calm and get away from all the fighting..."

Nina and Mireille were sitting with Jennifer at one of the many coffee tables in the lounge.

"It has been a long time since I've seen you auntie Jennifer." said Nina. "I really like the dress you sent me for my birthday last year."

"How is little Daniel? Is he with the evcuation ships we sent you?"

"Come on ladies, we need to get to that resturant. said Keiji as he was opening the door.

"Sir! detecting a massive energy spike from the Shivan vessel...Probable energy weapon discharge is imminent." the sensor officer reported.

"All commands Roll ship!" Frederick ordered...knowing it was probably to late. The trio of massive beams lanced across space, it seemed that the enemy targeted the largest of the WIckian ships One beam made contact just amidships on the Zephyr. Its beam ranked across the flank of the ships hull piecing through its sidewall like it wasn’t there then on thorough its amour. The whole ship shook as it was split in half by the deadly weapon. The two halves of the ship drifted off into space in an uncontrollable spin. The raging fires were soon extinguished by the lack of oxygen. Escape Pods and life boats scurried away from the wreck, over half the crew escaped before the scuttling charges blew in the reactor rooms.

The other ships in the flotilla were much quicker when rotating and were able to interpose the impenetrable wedges of their ships between themselves and the Lucifer as they began to withdrawal from the battle. The micro missiles were able to overwhelm the light units and killed two light cruisers the remaining 4 ships made towards the WIckians battle line hoping to withdrawal with them.

However this was the time that the WIckian Lacs entered attack range of the Lucifer. Each Lac massed over 20,000 tons about a third of the size of a DD. However were concentrated they became fleet killers, whose purpose it was to kill enemy heavy combatants. Two hundred and fifty an entire Wing of Lac fired there only missile barrage at the Lucifer 1500 fusion missiles tore at the Lucifer six waves of two hundred fifty missiles fired at one second intervals.

Just as the last missiles detonate the LACs fired their most deadly weapon at such close range. Each Lac mounted a 200cm Graser. This weapon emits a beam 200cm in width that would tear through even the armor of a battleship at close range, and has even lamed super dreadnaughts. Two hundred and fifty were fired at the same instant.

Second Miltia
Space Terminal, 5a Passengers' Lounge

"So...How's it been Andrew? Boy, you've sure grown...You were about here when I last saw you." said Keiji as he held his open hand flat near his chin, showing how tall Andrew had been before. "But let's go to this resturant I promised to take Nina to today...We can talk on the way there in the car...There are times in war where you need to stay calm and get away from all the fighting..."

"Yeah, it's good to get away from the war from time to time. But we can't stay too long, of course."

Nina and Mireille were sitting with Jennifer at one of the many coffee tables in the lounge.

"It has been a long time since I've seen you auntie Jennifer." said Nina. "I really like the dress you sent me for my birthday last year."

"You're welcome, Nina. I'm glad you like it."

"How is little Daniel? Is he with the evcuation ships we sent you?"

"Daniel's fine and on the ships. He's growing strong, too." Jenny said. "Much like his father."

"Come on ladies, we need to get to that resturant. said Keiji as he was opening the door.

"Right, right." Jenny hurried into the limo and Andrew slided in next to Keiji.

OOC: No ESUS? Why not? Whe're people too, yah know!

OOC: Because I wanted to have a (mostly) one-on-one RP with Imperial Brits, and this is for nations who've never met the Shivans in combat so it's for great RPing.

OOC: Ehhh, I guess. Watch of for those damn subspace shields though. And bring some good FTLi just in case.

OOC: Gravity wells don't work on Shivans (execpt maybe for the subspace shields), and we have yet to figure out any other way of blocking FTL. We will, when this is over. If we survive, that is.

bump for the Shivans.

Continued from last post

Incoming swarm of Shivan fighters priming their ion and missile weapon systems, while the bombers took up a rear position. The Shivan destroyers holding position at a reasonable distance remained in the background while reinforcements were being dispatched.

In amongst the fighter swarms some bombers would equipped with FTLi drones which would be launched in the battlefield to prevent any hasty escape or speedy rescue.

Above Coredia the Lucifer had finished with the enemy fleets, the battle lasting for over two hours was only a mere vain attempt at defence. Now heading towards the blue orb of fear the defenceless population could only hope to offer a last pitiful resistance. Now heading towards the planet, the Lucifer nearing the energy shield descended through the upper atmosphere of the planet. Passing through and shorting the energy shield that was supposed to prevent this from ever happening the Shivan Juggernaut emerged above the capital city.

Emerging slowly casting a gradual shadow over the light the Lucifer surely personified evil. Fighters emerging from the bays glided over the capital randomly firing upon the poorly defended populace.

Meanwhile upon the bridge of the Lucifer the guest pulled her blaster rifle from her holster managing to fire a few shots before any notice was taken. The captain was sure of her victory however it was pain and horror she was about to discover. The red streams of energy flew towards Bosch at the speed of light and subsequently bounced of an energy field. Slowly turning his head in amusement Bosch looked at the captain. “How noble my dear, but very foolish.” Lifting his hand Bosch made a small twisting gesture with his fingers, the floor beneath the doomed human seemed to rise up and begin to enclose her in a metal tomb. Slowly the metal encompassed her body leaving only her head uncovered. “Any last words, no I thought not.” Clenching his hand the surrounding metal suddenly crushed the captain sending a fountain of blood across the bridge.

Upon the surface of the planet, Shivan fighters were moving throughout the atmosphere bombarding the unfortunate inhabitants with energy and plasma weapons, while the Lucifer itself opened fire upon defending pilots of the Coreworld fighter core.

Remaining stationary above the now dieing capital the vast cargo bay of the Lucifer began to open and from the encompassing red light emerged a lone figure, it was Bosch.

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The captain screamed in pain as her body was crushed by the metal, but the screams shortly died away, leaving nothing but a pool of blood and guts on the bridge floor.

The planetary shield, able to absorb orbitial bombardments for weeks or even months, crackled as the Lucifer struck it. Unfortunately, the energy shields could not fight against the subspace shields of the command ship and collapsed, sending a wave of energy that destroyed the generators.

The population of Coredia City looked up in horror at this seemingly invincible ship decending upon them like an angel of death, launching fighters and shooting cannons that vaporized everything they hit. Anti-aircraft lasers and SAMs turned the sky into bright sheets of death, but the Lucifer shrugged the fire off with impunity. Seeing the futility of the attacks, the air defense screens shifted targets to the enemy fighters, to take down as many as possible before the defenses are destroyed.

Meanwhile, what's left of the Jedi Knights on the planet took command of the city, and prepared to defend the Temple to the end. The last remaining Senators lifted off in their shuttles with what remains of the fighter corps. They will have to get past the FTLi and enemy craft, and many senators will die. The Battle of Coredia becomes a slaughter as the population of over 500 million prepared to fight to their last breath.

OOC: eh...what i miss?

Second Miltia
Space Terminal, 5a Passengers' Lounge

"So...How's it been Andrew? Boy, you've sure grown...You were about here when I last saw you." said Keiji as he held his open hand flat near his chin, showing how tall Andrew had been before. "But let's go to this resturant I promised to take Nina to today...We can talk on the way there in the car...There are times in war where you need to stay calm and get away from all the fighting..."

"Yeah, it's good to get away from the war from time to time. But we can't stay too long, of course."

Nina and Mireille were sitting with Jennifer at one of the many coffee tables in the lounge.

"It has been a long time since I've seen you auntie Jennifer." said Nina. "I really like the dress you sent me for my birthday last year."

"You're welcome, Nina. I'm glad you like it."

"How is little Daniel? Is he with the evcuation ships we sent you?"

"Daniel's fine and on the ships. He's growing strong, too." Jenny said. "Much like his father."

"Come on ladies, we need to get to that resturant. said Keiji as he was opening the door.

"Right, right." Jenny hurried into the limo and Andrew slided in next to Keiji.

OOC: just got back from las vegas..it's 11:07 at night...

NSC War Admiral
Several hundred kilometers outside Coredian space

In a sudden bright flash, two Durandal class star cruisers, the NSC Silver Knight and NSC Japoness, gated-out near the proximity of the stranded -Noir- evacuation fleet.

"Thank god!" exclamined Commander Vanderkam, as she stood up from her seat. "Reinforcements!"

Cheers could be heard from various parts of the bridge.

"Commander, the Japoness is requesting to open a communication link..."

"Patch it through the main..."

"Nice to see you guys haven't been attacked yet."

"It is great to hear from you guys." said the commander.

"How are the repairs going?"

"We still have a few more hours left..."

"That's not good...But we are here to replace your vessel in the evacaution fleet...The Silver Knight will stay by your side and provide support."

"Sounds like a good plan...We will transfer the coordinates to Hell's Gate once you get the transfer column ready."

"Affirmative, War Admiral...We will inform the rest of the fleet. Over and out."

OOC: the two colonies are going to start moving towards Hell's Gate with the kiddies...but the War Admiral is going to stay stranded for a while. the Japoness is going to replace the War Admiral in the evacution fleet, while the silver knight stays with the War Admiral...

Second Miltia
"Ad Italia"

"This is the resturant I was telling you about mom!" said Nina, as she tugged at her mom's and "Auntie Jenny's" sleeves. "They have like the best Italian food in the whole colony!"

As the three women entered the resturant, Keiji and Andrew stood outside of the resturant to talk business.

"So...I heard that evacuation fleet got stuck somewhere outside Coredian space, almost halfway inbetween Coredia and Hell's Gate..." said Keiji as he told the driver something, before he left the resturant parking lot. "That bright flash earlier were two star cruisers sent to aid the fleet...They should be there by now..."

"Come on dad and Uncle Andrew, we got a table." said Nina, as she poked her head out the door. "Oh..Sorry...I'll just let you talk..."

Suddenly, a man in a black SUV pulled up to the curb of the resturant, right in front of the two men. A man in a pressed, black coat with the UMN emblem, stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to Keiji. The man whispered something quickly into his ear and walked back to the SUV and opened the door, signifying some sort of urgency at some other destination.

"Andrew...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...The Lucifer...That Shivian vessel just breached Coredia's atmosphere a few minutes ago...The UMN gathers that almost 500 million people have been killed and/or missing..."

"Ahem..." said Nina, as she attempted to get Keiji and Andrew inside the resturant.

"Not now, dear..." replied Keiji. "We'll be there in a few...Just wait."

"Mmmk." and Nina disappeared back into the resturant.

"This isn't the right place to talk about this...I'd rather talk in about this in the Elsa or the UMN Command Center here...It's up to you...If you want to stay and eat first..."

Enemy missiles and cannons aimed towards the sky tracking the Shivan fighters as they went. The craft swarming the skyline dodged and fell to many of the Coreworld weapons however it was too little too late.

In orbit of the Coreworld planet the Shivan fifth fleet had now arrived. Taking position around the planet the taskforce took the task of closing the gap and harrying the attempting escapes. The Shivan fleet ordering a large bulk of its fighter core to the surface began to commence the eradication of the rebels.

The sky was alight of the green energy fire from small hand weapons to large turbo lasers which littered the ground. Positions of large concentrations of rebellion were now being mapped while the ground forces were to prepare for deployment.

The Lucifer itself remained in position keeping the capital in consistent shadow while Bosch himself descended towards the Jedi temple. Floating through the sky as though he was some form of God the apparent deity began to collect vast swarms of metal in an artificial tornado around himself. Tanks, weapons, metal structuring swarmed around the admiral in an ever greater amount. The cyclone of terror continued until Bosch assumed position above the Jedi temple, raising his hands in a throwing motion the vast collection of metallic material was thrust towards the surface and the awaiting Jedi.

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Releasing his grip on the tanks and other objects, the reach of Bosch and his seemingly god like abilities extended to the stars. Vast glowing objects flew from the sky descending back to the planet from where they came, as ominous fireballs of doom and glory. As each satellite was pulled from orbit the Coreworld military and civilian network would lose another blink of communicative ability.

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Now descending through the atmosphere Bosch viewed the awaiting troops on the ground. Enemy fire now being directed at the human demon, simply bounced of an energy shield; previously witnessed by the former captain upon the bridge of the Lucifer.

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Now setting foot upon the earth of Coredia, Bosch faced the remaining Jedi and Pokemon divisions with some humility. Looking across the angered faces of the innocent people Bosch began to laugh, and with that vast metal constructs of all shape and size began to fly at the defenders.

Throughout the rest of the city Shivan legions began to materialise, displaced from orbit the red monsters began to attack and cull the general population. Thousands of warriors appeared into the streets and instantly sought about the culling.

OOC:

...Couldn't resist the bloody magneto reference, could you!

The first wave of fighters had been simple enough to fend off. They came in fast and straight, making easy targets for Calleis’ fighter wing and the gunners of the fleeing Cruiser. The second wave was no more a problem as well. It was the third, fourth, fifth and beyond waves that started pushing the defenders of the Kestrel’s only ship to their limits.

It was an endless tide of enemy fighters and ships pursuing the Tempest. Like a rock suffering the beatings of the ocean, the defenses held, but like the rock, each wave weakened it further. Eventually, like the rock, the defenders would be swept away by an ocean of fire.

The Quad reflected the state the crew, empty sandwich wrappers strewn across consoles and the deck, cups of cool coffee sitting beside crew members. The crew itself was tired, individuals catching short naps at their stations between engagements. Having been stuck in their skin suits for so long, the crew had begun to take on a particularly unpleasant odor as well.

A haze hung in the air, smoke the scrubbers were still working to remove from a fire started on the deck above during a fight with a Minotaur-type Demon Cruiser. That scuffle was particularly rough, having coincided with the arrival of another wave of enemy fighters. While they had not destroyed their opponent, they did scare it away and made the Wraith-types more cautious about feeding themselves to the Tempest piecemeal as they had been.

Vance and Wotejenck kept watch like the crew, catching catnaps when they could, however, unlike the crew they had no personnel to trade positions out with and therefore stayed in the Quad for the entire time. During the highest points of the chase, the two flag officers were pushed to their limits; right up until the Cruiser had slipped into the Nebula.

The enemies were still behind the Tempest, that much was yet for certain. The inhibitor keeping the Cruiser from Folding was still in place and fighter patrols were still finding them. The nebula had, however, provided a respite desperately needed by the crew as well as some of the materials needed by the Converters to restock some of the severely depleted rail ammunition.

It was during one of these rare and greatly desired breaks in the battle that the Breakthrough came.

**********

”We’ve still got absolutely no word from the Tempest, Chief.” Specialist Cruz was looking much better than he had earlier, thanks the chance he had to rest in Subspace and afterwards. The tired appearance hadn’t disappeared entirely though and probably would not until he had gotten a good day or two worth of sleep. Of course, that could be said for the rest of the crew of the SPC Guardian as well.

Barnes fidgeted in his chair, attempting to tie his fingers into knots. “They’re late by almost a day and a half. If they’ve been destroyed, we can’t get back to Earth, even if we go via Subspace….” Growing even more nervous, he began bouncing his knee.

MacFerrin, on the other hand, was quite calm. “Barnes, I don’t think they’re dead, else we’d have gotten the emergency burst and a fighter or two would have struggled their way over. I think they’ve just been…delayed somehow.”

“You don’t think they went Dutchman on us, do you?” Despite MacFerrin’s quiet assurances, the younger officer was still working himself towards a panic. Such things would never do in a ship’s engineer, even aboard a small System Patrol Craft like the Guardian. This kind of attitude was strange for the normally optimistic Barnes; it was quite possible the prospect of being stranded in space was quite frightening to him.

Of course, MacFerrin would be lying if he said the idea didn’t scare the holy hell out of him as well.

This time, it was Cruz coming to pull Barnes out of his fast-developing panic. “Sir, that’s probably impossible, since we did catch on sensors the Tempest opening fire before our second subspace run. Also, we didn’t pick up the surge that marks a Fold, even a Dutchman’s Fold. I think they’re out there running in Sidereal space, trying to evade something.”

Hearing this, MacFerrin sat up and glanced back at his EW/Sensor operator. “What do you mean, Specialist,” he asked.

Cruz frowned for a moment and then shrugged as if coming to a decision. “Well, Sir….I picked up a surge at one point on my boards. Except, it wasn’t a normal surge; It started, and then just kind-of stayed.” Tapping a key on his board, a chart appeared on his upper display, in full view of the SPC’s commander. “Something occurred energy-wise at the dimensional fabric level. A higher resistance, if you will, or maybe a changed resistance.”

”Well, Cruz, what do you think it is?”

Cruz’s frown deepened as he thought of his answer. Officers generally didn’t question him like this, but since his temporary but quickly becoming permanent assignment to the Guardian, he’d found his opinion requested more often than he had since he’d signed on with the Kestrels. Knowing that these officers trusted him and depended upon his answers daunted the young soldier.

Drawing a breath, he threw all inhibitions away and dove in. “Well, I think its some sort of FTL inhibition field, operating at the Dimensional level. I can’t really say for sure, I’m no Quantum Mechanics doctorate, not to mention Dimensional and Spatial professional. What I can tell you is that it’s changing the level and phase shift of energy required to punch through the Dimensional Fabric at any point.” Hitting another pair of keys, a representation of the Warlock replaced the graph.

”I do believe the source of this is coming from the Demon ship we were drawing away. The phenomenon is highly localized, focused around what could be the path of the Tempest at the time,” he said, this time pulling up a map. A path was projected outward from the depot towards a nearby nebula. Outlining the path was a small wedge, extending outward from the Demon vessel pursuing the Kestrels. “From the direction of the spatial anomaly, I figure the General is running towards the Nebula there, hoping to lose them and reactivate the Fold Drive.”


It was MacFerrin’s turn to frown now. “What about all those other blips around the path? What are those?”

Cruz fidgeted with a control, holding off on his answer for a moment. “Well…Sirs. Those are enemies that have come active since we hit the depot.”

“Fighters?”

”No. Cruisers.”


********
“…..energy emitted by the enemy ship basically is changing the base dimensional fabric in a way comparative to that scotch-guard stuff used to repel water and stains from cloth. It takes a greater amount of liquid to penetrate as well as a different viscosity.”

Vance nodded to the Engineering officer in front of him. Chief Haarvalson had come storming into the Quad unannounced several minutes before, braving the scent and chaos of the ships nerve center to deliver his message. The man had been breathless when he arrived, which meant he had run the entire way, an almost unheard of thing for the well-rounded Chief.

His news, though, was definitely worth the trip. “So,” Vance replied, “you’re saying that all we need to do is maybe change our…viscosity and power settings, and we can punch through this field?”

“Aye, General,” the Chief said, nodding rapidly. “I believe we can do it with the missiles, too. We’d lose range from the changes, but at worst it would drop us down to about ten klicks. Not enough for an orbital bombardment, but definitely enough to hit a starship.”

”Good work, Chief. How long until you can fix our drives?”


The engineer thought for a moment, counting on his fingers, and then looked back up at Vance. “About fifteen minutes, General. Ten minutes after that, and we can Fold. Missiles, well, I can probably get one or two of those up before we leave; they’ve got smaller drives so it’s easier to change ‘em. This way, we can leave a small…parting gift for our friends.”

Smiling for the first time in the last two days, Vance nodded his approval. “Go, take care of it, Chief. Twenty five minutes, I want to be dropping those missiles outside and then folding the hell out of here.”

((I'll...find things tomorrow, IB. I just wanted to get this up))

Second Miltia
"Ad Italia"

"This is the resturant I was telling you about mom!" said Nina, as she tugged at her mom's and "Auntie Jenny's" sleeves. "They have like the best Italian food in the whole colony!"

As the three women entered the resturant, Keiji and Andrew stood outside of the resturant to talk business.

"So...I heard that evacuation fleet got stuck somewhere outside Coredian space, almost halfway inbetween Coredia and Hell's Gate..." said Keiji as he told the driver something, before he left the resturant parking lot. "That bright flash earlier were two star cruisers sent to aid the fleet...They should be there by now..."

"Come on dad and Uncle Andrew, we got a table." said Nina, as she poked her head out the door. "Oh..Sorry...I'll just let you talk..."

Suddenly, a man in a black SUV pulled up to the curb of the resturant, right in front of the two men. A man in a pressed, black coat with the UMN emblem, stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to Keiji. The man whispered something quickly into his ear and walked back to the SUV and opened the door, signifying some sort of urgency at some other destination.

"Andrew...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...The Lucifer...That Shivian vessel just breached Coredia's atmosphere a few minutes ago...The UMN gathers that almost 500 million people have been killed and/or missing..."

"Ahem..." said Nina, as she attempted to get Keiji and Andrew inside the resturant.

"Not now, dear..." replied Keiji. "We'll be there in a few...Just wait."

"Mmmk." and Nina disappeared back into the resturant.

"This isn't the right place to talk about this...I'd rather talk in about this in the Elsa or the UMN Command Center here...It's up to you...If you want to stay and eat first..."

"I've known it would happen." Andrew said quietly. "But it's still a terrible defeat. We we lucky to escape when the Lucifer attacked. Oh, what a loss for the nation of Coreworlds! I know there are refugees streaming everywhere, including here, but now, I fear the worst for us."

Andrew shook his head. "I'm going to eat, and then, I'm going to activate the Sovereign battlefleet. Personally lead it and all that. I will also be activating my three other battleships for the conflict. Hopefully their superlasers should help, if not turn the tide, at least give them a very bloody nose. Juria or the shipyards will be the next targets, and I will promise this: The Shivans will not take them alive!"

A raging fury slowly started burning through Andrew, and Keiji could sense the darkness forming within the younger man. If he's not careful, he will fall into the abyss of the Dark Side!

Enemy missiles and cannons aimed towards the sky tracking the Shivan fighters as they went. The craft swarming the skyline dodged and fell to many of the Coreworld weapons however it was too little too late.

In orbit of the Coreworld planet the Shivan fifth fleet had now arrived. Taking position around the planet the taskforce took the task of closing the gap and harrying the attempting escapes. The Shivan fleet ordering a large bulk of its fighter core to the surface began to commence the eradication of the rebels.

The sky was alight of the green energy fire from small hand weapons to large turbo lasers which littered the ground. Positions of large concentrations of rebellion were now being mapped while the ground forces were to prepare for deployment.

The Lucifer itself remained in position keeping the capital in consistent shadow while Bosch himself descended towards the Jedi temple. Floating through the sky as though he was some form of God the apparent deity began to collect vast swarms of metal in an artificial tornado around himself. Tanks, weapons, metal structuring swarmed around the admiral in an ever greater amount. The cyclone of terror continued until Bosch assumed position above the Jedi temple, raising his hands in a throwing motion the vast collection of metallic material was thrust towards the surface and the awaiting Jedi.

The Jedi were hard-pressed to use their Force abilities to counter with telekinesis, but most objects were deflected before they could do much damage. Even so, a few random tanks smashed into the walls of the Temple, killing some soldiers and Pokemon who took up residence to aid the Jedi. Fortunately, most of the Jedi children and Padawans escaped the Shivans a long time ago, as well as the Council and main body of the Jedi, so there's only about 100 Jedi left to defend the Temple.

Releasing his grip on the tanks and other objects, the reach of Bosch and his seemingly god like abilities extended to the stars. Vast glowing objects flew from the sky descending back to the planet from where they came, as ominous fireballs of doom and glory. As each satellite was pulled from orbit the Coreworld military and civilian network would lose another blink of communicative ability.

"Sir! Our advanced GPS and laser defense sats are offline!" A soldier yelled, watching the holograms in panic.

"What? Switch to landlines!" The general in command of the defense of Coredia ordered, in a deep, deep bunker in the Dragon Mountains.

"Yes sir!" The corporal hit some switches, and all sensors were rerouted to be able to work from the planet itself.

Many fires broke out when the satellites hit the residental areas and cities, and many hundreds of people died in them. The population soon would suffer even more...

Now descending through the atmosphere Bosch viewed the awaiting troops on the ground. Enemy fire now being directed at the human demon, simply bounced of an energy shield; previously witnessed by the former captain upon the bridge of the Lucifer.

"That...man must be the commander! Shoot him!" The General ordered.

Projectiles and energy weapons from both the guns and ninja jutsus blasted at the evil Magneto look-alike, but even Hadoken was shrugged off with little effort. This is the most badassed of all evil villains to face the Coreworlds to date! Even worse than the Demon King that Tenchi and Keiji fought a long time ago.

Now setting foot upon the earth of Coredia, Bosch faced the remaining Jedi and Shinobi divisions with some humility. Looking across the angered faces of the innocent people Bosch began to laugh, and with that vast metal constructs of all shape and size began to fly at the defenders.

Throughout the rest of the city Shivan legions began to materialise, displaced from orbit the red monsters began to attack and cull the general population. Thousands of warriors appeared into the streets and instantly sought about the culling.

The soldiers and ninja divisions (yes, there are a few here; the majority are at Juria) went on the defensive and attacked the Shivans instead. If they couldn't kill Magneto Bosch, they will kill his minions.

Many, many people and summoned animals were sliced by the beam cannons, vaporized by the disruptors, and stabbed to death by the metal-crushing claws. Only overwhelming firepower from dozens of ninjas and blasters could bring the down, bor for every one Shivan killed, ten took it's place. The battles were slaughters, no doubt about that, but even the Shivans may see the humans, even the children, as worthy warriors as they fought for their very lives and for their nation.

The bleeting of Vance’s intra-ship com stirred him from his reverie. He’d spent the past quarter of an hour watching the growing fleet of ships trailing behind. If an enemy was able to send this many ships after a single marauder, Vance was growing more certain with each new addition to the chase-fleet that it was an enemy he didn’t want after him. Unfortunately, they already were, and the only things keeping them from catching the fleeing Kestrels were their head start and slightly higher speed.

Not that they didn’t try, of course. In the past fifteen minutes, another Wraith-type had grown eager for blood and attempted a run at the Tempest. Like the handful before, it turned away, bloodied from the encounter, but not without a cost to the Kestrels. Another irreplaceable fighter lost, pilot included, and a burst which broke through the weakened shields raked the hull between frames four and five, outright destroying one firing sector Light Rail station and damaging another. They were taking the Tempest apart piecemeal, and they couldn’t take too much longer. Sooner or later, a lucky hit would hit a critical system and disable or even destroy the cruiser.

Thankfully, the bleeting of the com signaled that was about at an end, at least if the Chief had been able to pull it together in the time he said. Tapping a key on his chair, he opened up the link. “General, Engineering here. I told you fifteen, and I’ve got it, you can charge the Fold Drive now. I ran the sims through before I called, according to them, with our new settings, we can punch straight through. I’m going to go reset some missiles, I’ll give you a call if they’re ready to go before we Fold.”

“Very good, Chief. Keep it up, and we’re all in your debt.”

”No problem, sir!”

Vance smiled as he clicked the system off again and then nodded to Captain Wotejenck. The Captain returned the nod and stepped forward. “Helm, begin charging for Fold, target Rendezvous point. Bring ship to a heading of three-twenty by forty-seven degrees. All hands, prepare for Fold in nine-forty-five.”

The Quad grew charged with a new excitement as their hope of escape grew; over the past hours of the chase it was starting to appear to be a hopeless situation and by running, they were merely prolonging the inevitable. Now, the crew had a focal point for their prayers and drove themselves back into their work with a relish unseen since they had first entered the Depot’s space.

Wotejenck stood back from the Tank, watching the enemy fleet. A handful of ships turned off to follow, others continued forward on their old heading, while still more spread off to search for the evading cruiser in other directions. Wotejenck frowned as more ships turned down their path. It seemed almost as if they really knew where the Kestrels had gone, and were merely sending token ships outward to give the appearance of a search. More ships appeared at different points around them, paralleling the Tempest’s course.

He continued to observe the display and then inhaled sharply as if a dormant switch in his mind had flipped. “General,” he said as he looked up. “Do you see what they’re doing?”

Vance was silent for a moment before he nodded and replied. “I see it. Like the beaters driving the fox to the hunters.”

”General, requesting permission to recall the fighters. I think we need to Fold as soon as we can.”

“Permission granted. Also, keep us on this course, we don’t want them to think we’ve figured out their little trap quite yet.”

”Yes sir.”


******

Calleis dismissed her wing back to the barn, but accelerated her own fighter ahead of the Tempest. She didn’t like the idea of leaving the Cruiser entirely without any forward intelligence, particularly with her fighter screen removed from the equation. She and her pilots had earned their rest, and she sent them back accordingly, leaving herself, their leader, out front to lead the Kestrel’s only Cruiser forward.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, though, when a familiar voice crackled through the coms. The interference was inevitable in the nebula, since the High-Com was still being reset to the new parameters and the auxiliary ships were required to use pinpoint whisker lasers to communicate with each other and the Tempest.

“Colonel, your wing has docked and the Icarus is locking onto the hull now. Recall to the bay, we jump in two minutes.”

She thought for a moment on the request, and then boosted her speed slightly. “Negative on the recall, I’m just going to probe ahead for another thirty seconds.” She could hear a curse on the other end of the com, and then a click of a frequency change.

”Cally, get back onboard, please. They’re driving us towards something, and I don’t want to find it. If you keep out there, you’re going to run headlong into it.” Vance’s voice was quiet as he asked, not ordered, her to return.

“Just another few seconds, big brother. I’ve got something on scope, and I want to see it.” She held on course for another handful of seconds, keeping her sensors trained forward to cut through the murk of the nebula. As she passed through a particularly thick patch of gas, was finally able to make out a shape ahead. Before she could send out a warning, a red light flashed on the edge of her vision and then everything went black.

******

“Energy spike! Hostile on scope! They’re firing on Colonel Ymirson!”

Vance’s spine straightened with electric shock as his sister’s fighter disappeared from the tank and a new shape defined itself in the tank. He stared at it’s enormous bulk for a moment and then flashed a glance towards the Sensors technician. The Lieutenant manning the station monitored his controls and then looked back up.

“Sir, it was a glancing blow. She’s ejected, but we’re barely reading her beacon.”

From the helm another voice rang out, this one of the pilot. “Seventy-three seconds until we’re ready to fold,” he said.


Vance paced on the deck, switching his headset over to the Icarus. “Master Chief Sorenson, how quickly can you launch again to recover the Colonel?”

The reply took a moment to come, and when it did, it was an answer he didn’t want to hear. “Uh, Sir, it’ll take us thirty-five seconds to launch. Another minute to recover the Colonel, and then that long to get us back and docked for Fold. If we were already out there, we could do it…but considering the laws of physics and what’s out there waiting for us, we’d never pull off the rescue.”

“Damn it!” Vance exclaimed, slamming his fist into the back of his chair. “Status on new ship?”

“They’re searching right now and they’ll have a lock on us any second, General!”

“Forty-seven seconds until Fold!”

Wotejenck stepped up next to the General and lowered his voice. “Sir, we can’t catch her in time. I got a look at the power signature on that shot-it wasn’t a glancing blow, it missed her entirely. She was taken down by the backwash. We go any closer to that thing, and it won’t miss us.”

Vance nodded. “Indeed. I can’t justify risking the entire crew, the Tempest for her. She’d never forgive me. Prep the missiles to launch; we release them during the countdown. Set them to attack the Warlock after we Fold.”

The Sensor Lieutenant’s voice increased in pitch as he shouted a curse and a warning. “They’ve got lock on us! Fighters incoming! Oh shi…..Energy spike!”

******

“Entering Sidereal space now!” MacFerrin said, disengaging the Subspace Throttle. The excess energy flared around the Patrol Craft, released freely into the nebula as it returned to normal space.

Cruz punched a command into his board and then gave the Co-pilot, Garret, a thumbs-up. “Got a lock on the Colonel’s beacon and I’ve got that behemoth spoofed into shooting at the drones. They’ll see through it in a minute, though!”

As if to punctuate his words, a ruby shaft of energy flashed past the SPC Guardian, though far enough not to do any damage.

”Tempest reads ready to jump in twenty-five seconds! ETA to Dock, thirty-eight seconds!” MacFerrin adjusted his heading while he spoke. “Barnes, status report!”

The airlock aft of Cruz’s station hissed and rolled open, Barnes stumbling in holding Colonel Ymirson in a fireman’s carry. “Hit it, boss,” he shouted while strapping the unconscious fighter pilot up against the bulkhead.

The crew of the SPC was kicked back in their seats by the burst of acceleration from the ship, save for Barnes who was still not strapped in. Slipping under the increase in speed, he fell back into the airlock.

“Guardian to Tempest, we’ve got the Bird, hold position for us to dock!” MacFerrin requested, attempting to dodge the fire from the swarm of fighters that had appeared around them.

”Copy that, Guardian. Holding station for another fifteen seconds, Godspeed to you!”


The ship twisted again, fire from all sides hammering its shields. Another shaft of energy reached out towards the ship, but missed again. The miss was much nearer, however, and the ship reeled as the backwash hammered it. Alarms screeched and the visors of the crew’s skinsuit helmets slammed down, sealing the precious air inside. Calleis’ own visor had remained in the down position when they brought her aboard, keeping her safe from the decompression as well.

MacFerrin wrestled the SPC around again, slipping under the defensive umbra of the Cruiser’s fire. They clamped down onto the dock-point as they were moving, the docking catches screaming in protest at the strain of the ships inertia. Not even a second later, the familiar feeling of a Fold prickled their nerves, and then seven seconds later, they had returned to Sidereal space, light years away from the Demons.

******
The two objects ejected from the Tempest drifted aimlessly for a minute after the ship had left. They were programmed with the delay to let the Demons drop any defenses they might have had that could be capable of blocking the Fold-Space Missile.

When that minute had passed, their seekers went live and they zeroed in on the ship best matching the profile fed them before they were released. Their small, overcharged Fold Drives released their energy, punching them through the gap opened by the Fold Generator, and they disappeared.

Seven seconds later, they returned, attempting to occupy the same space as the Demon ship, Warlock.

*******
Leaning back in his seat, MacFerrin let out a sigh. “All hands, report in.”

“Garret here.”

The rest of the intra-ship com remained mostly silent, however, MacFerrin could hear Cruz breathing in deep, shuddering breaths.

“Cruz? You alright? Is your suit punctured?”

It was another moment before Cruz responded. His voice was weak and cracked as he spoke. “Sir..I…I…you’ve…you should look back here.”

MacFerrin turned in his seat, and then his breath caught in his throat as he saw the cabin behind him. A jagged, burnt hole was all that remained of the Guardian’s airlock.


(Okay, IB, do what YOU want with the missiles. If you want 'em to destroy this ship so that you can start developing defenses, go for it. If you already have defenses, 'sallgood. Just keep in mind, as I said in the previous post, they can be used for orbital bombardment, which means gravity wells mean nothing to 'em))

OOC: since no one is attacking the kids, i will post that they have safely arrived at Hell's Gate...

Evacutation Fleet
Several hundred kilometers outside Coredian Space

A bright flash of light appeared in near the proximity to the evacuation fleet. With the NSC Japoness in the lead, the fleet moves slowly towards the gate. As final checks are being initiated on all vessels, the UMN Transfer Column Management Center double checks all data and settings for the "super-jump."

As the count down for the gate-jump neared zero, the bright light of the newly opened gated gleamed with extreme magnificance amongst the dark reaches of outer space. Then suddenly with a great flash, the fleet disappeared into the gate, headed for Hell's Gate. Within a few seconds, the fleet had arrived, passing numerous black holes and other obstacles that provided the defenses for Hell's Gate.

Explosions erupting from within the city shook the very foundations of the earth. The Jedi temple seemingly swaying was the eventual goal for Bosch. Thousands of shards of metal flung against the young Jedi were, luckily for them deflected by their own mystic religion. Now standing before a small army Bosch removed from under his cloak a solid metal sword.

“You would be wise not to oppose me young ones, for I would hate to have to kill you all. My time is precious.” With that Bosch descended into the battle, his Cortosis sword made for this specific purpose sang into the young Jedi. Enemy strikes that should have brought about death merely bounced off an energy field surrounding the Shivan fighter. “Is this all you have got. I expected a battle.” Laughing at the impudence of the enemy Bosch continued to hack his way through the ranks however there were too many Jedi to kill, he would physically tire before he reached the entrance to the temple.

Ascending into the air Bosch called for support. From around the area large vibrations could be felt thudding on the Earth, what was it? It was Striders. Four of the large mechanical demons crashed through adjoining buildings and began to face the Jedi. “I asked you not to fight me, but if it is your time to die, then it is your time.” Keeping his distance from the Striders Bosch watched as they opened fire with their large beam cannons. The burning and vaporised flesh filtered through the area bringing a look of disgust onto Bosch’s face.

Walking across the blackened field Bosch noticed a young Jedi still alive, grasping to life. Walking up to her Bosch raised his left foot and slammed it down onto her skull crushing her feeble mind. “I did tell you not to fight me, ahh well, maybe those on Juria will listen.”

Proceeding up the grand steps Bosch entered the Temple, moving through the vast corridors he eventually came upon two large doors. “This must be it.” Making his move to open them he was stopped by the sound of an activating light sabre. “I thought someone would be here to try and stop me.” Turning around Bosch realised it was no padawan he was fighting, this was a Jedi master.

“Do you honestly think you can win? Your empire has crumbled in under two weeks, and before this is over I assure you the children at Hells gate will perish. Ohh yes, I know of Hells gate and I know it is your last hope for your people. Well shall we get on with it then” With that Bosch pulled large metal doors from their hinges and supports from the walls and flung them at the Jedi master, the power now cut from severed wires the room descended into an errie darkness.

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Jedi Master Rydo of the High Council was no doubt strong in the Force when he unleashed a wave of psychic energy that stopped the door and slammed it down away from him.

"You may take my life, you may take what knowledge we posess." The Jedi Master narrowed his eyes in preparation to become one with the Force. "But you will never take the children, the future of Coreworlds. Mark my words well, for no matter how much you try, you will never defeat humanity. Our Empire may fall, but our people are still very much alive!"

With that, he thrust his green lightsaber, infused with the power of the Force, at Bosch at really high speed.

The Jedi master charging towards Bosch in obvious rage thrust as hard as he could. Dodging to the side, the Jedi masters light sabre deflected of the now weakened energy shield. Bosch bringing about his Cortosis sword to strike Rydo also in time began pulling window frames and flooring up as missiles. “Come now, you must do better than that.” Now sweating Bosch dodged back as not to be hit by the incoming glass and metal.

The Jedi master charging towards Bosch in obvious rage thrust as hard as he could. Dodging to the side, the Jedi masters light sabre deflected of the now weakened energy shield. Bosch bringing about his Cortosis sword to strike Rydo also in time began pulling window frames and flooring up as missiles. “Come now, you must do better than that.” Now sweating Bosch dodged back as not to be hit by the incoming glass and metal.

A psychic shield went up to block the glass, and the Master blocked the sword, and cleaved some panes in half. Then he struck at the shield, blocking the sword, and weakening the forcefield with every strike. Only a Master of the Force could possess such power!

The Jedi Master then stepped back, and sent such a torrent of telekinetic energy at Bosch that glass meters down the temple hall broke into small shards.

OOC: I have a evolutionary RP on a different board, Most Arenumbergians are no longer humanoid, but sort of ethereal, like walking water in humanoid shape.. but anyway, im speeding up time from that.. so..

IC:

The Government had been hastily restructured, after the evolution, and subsequent invasions of advantage seekers that had damaged it, but they had been turned back, And the decision was made, to help the former friends of the old Arenumberg.

All Fleet elements not deployed, were quickly sorted into the Coredian Expeditionary Fleet, The Mothership herself was present, along with many dreadnaughts, battleships, cruisers, destroyers, frigates, corvettes, fighters and bombers all safe in their Carriers, for technology had been slightly upgraded with new found ideals, but not much, and everything was ready, and decided.

The Fleet, Entered its Course, entered the wormhole projected from Bastillion Station itself, and headed for Coredia.

Fleet:
1 Mothership
7 Casena Class Dreadnaughts
9 Endurance Class Battleships
8 Velire Class Dreadnaughts
24 Akinta Class Destroyers
12 Wakefield Class Cruisers
5 Aranamor Class Carriers
20 Saxony Class Cruisers
23 Sophont Class Cruisers
3 Cobra Class Carriers
7 Alliance Class Capital Ships
4 Yamato Class Carriers
800 Assorted Corvettes
4,000 Assorted Bombers
5,000 Assorted Fighters
34 Assorted Frigates
12 Elite Marine Divisions
10 Ground Attack Divisions
6 Mech Unit Divisions

Bosch watching as the Jedi master defended himself with relative ease, stood in horror as a wave of energy came flying towards him. Cracking walls and blowing glass Bosch was sent hurling through a window and out into the open air. The energy shield now having collapsed shut down to recharge, all Bosch had left was his armour. Hovering in mid air above the far below courtyard Bosch screamed at the Jedi “YOU WILL NOT STOP ME. NOT WHEN I AM THIS CLOSE.” And with that Bosch set about tearing the floor that the Jedi was on from the building. The entire outer temple was torn from its supports and sent flying into the court yard below, along with it the Jedi master. Bosch now hovering in mid air descended onto the ground to end this battle.

Bosch watching as the Jedi master defended himself with relative ease, stood in horror as a wave of energy came flying towards him. Cracking walls and blowing glass Bosch was sent hurling through a window and out into the open air. The energy shield now having collapsed shut down to recharge, all Bosch had left was his armour. Hovering in mid air above the far below courtyard Bosch screamed at the Jedi “YOU WILL NOT STOP ME. NOT WHEN I AM THIS CLOSE.” And with that Bosch set about tearing the floor that the Jedi was on from the building. The entire outer temple was torn from its supports and sent flying into the court yard below, along with it the Jedi master. Bosch now hovering in mid air descended onto the ground to end this battle.

The Jedi Master sent another wave of TK to blow away teh metal around him, but he was clearly bleeding and hurting. Still, he managed to smirk. "You surely underestimated the power of the Force, didn't you, Admiral?"

He balled some energy in his hands, and unleashed a torrent of Force Lightning at the Admiral. "Although it's frowned upon, we do attack this way!"

Bosch dodging out of the way of the rubble sent flying into the air looked down at the now bleeding Jedi master. “So, you finally realise at the end. You can’t beet me.” The Jedi looking up at the red figure hovering above him merely smirked "Although it's frowned upon, we do attack this way!" The blue lightning sped towards Bosch at the speed of light, before he could do anything to escape its wrath he was consumed by it. The great flashes and screams of pain erupting from Bosch blinded the Jedi from seeing what was happening, surely Bosch would now be dead; after all his metal suit was one giant super conductor.

“Ahahahahahaahhahahahaah.” Bosch laughing maniacally, appeared from the flash and smoke created by the Jedi’s attack. Though his cloak and other parts of his clothing were burnt badly Bosch seemed more than intact. Thank you Jedi master Rydo for restoring my shield. And with that Bosch swooped down from the air with sword in an attempt to remove the mans head.

"Well. Looks like I made a mistake." The Jedi said, and blocked the blow before it could cleave his head off. "I won't make the same one again."

The Jedi resumed the duel with him, though he was slightly weaker than at the beginning at the duel. But he was still fighting the Admiral with all his power and all his strength. Who knows who will win this one?

Towards the outer edges of the system an enemy fleet emerged from another dimensional plane. The blue flashes erupting in vast quantity was a sign of a considerably large enemy force.

The Shivan fleet moving to take position before they got into range of Coredia formed a wall of capital ships and fighter screens to insure there would be no rescue for the planet below.

The Lucifer now slowly ascending into orbit made its way to the front of the battle fleet. The Juggernauts and larger Ravana cruisers took point holding the line while the Lucifer made its way alone to deal with the enemy incursion.

The Capital Ships of the fleet manouvered themselves broadside, whilst the picket lines and sphere formations of other ships, And began slowly to advance towards the array of ships infront of them, the fighters began their clouding formations, whilst the bombers hung back.

A Message was sent, in a almost angelic voice, over the comm systems to the Shivan fleet.

"The Eternal Star Empire of Arenumberg Requests Shivan Withdrawal Immeaditly, if this can not be met, we will wish to enter negotiations, if this can not be met, you will be eliminated."

The Admiral Sat back in his chair, and awaited the shivan response, his order crackled over the fleet comm.

"Prepare to fire full broadsides, If the terms cannot be met, we will meet them another way"

The Lucifer continued its course replying to the hail of the Arenumberg fleet with a Flux cannon volley. The rest of the Shivan forces held position, keeping the blockade on the planet.

Firing thousands of micro missiles and continuous volleys of the flux cannons the Lucifer headed towards the enemy fleet at ramming speed, intent on taking out anything in its path.

Meanwhile Bosch on the surface of the planet was still tied up in his dual with the Jedi. The courtyard now a pile of rubble was the scene of a titanic struggle. Each opponent hammering each other with their swords. Bosch now growing tired was in no mood to continue this fight, he had to find a way to end this and end it quickly. With the arrival of an enemy fleet in orbit the plan was now slightly at risk. Sending a communication to the nearest Strider unit Bosch ordered it to come and offer support. “Sadly, my worthy opponent I must end this battle quickly. For though you will not live to see it, an allied fleet is here to try and save you.” On that note the earth began to rumble, the vibrations slowly getting stronger until a Strider burst through the courtyard wall.

“And now JEDI…. You will die.” The Strider then opened fire upon the small lone Jedi.

The beam cannon was too wide for Master Rydo to block, so he used the Force to dodge the red rays of death. He then cut the legs out from under the Strider, then TKed the contents at Bosch. He felt weakened a bit from the Force Speed he used, but he continued to stand his ground.

The Missiles and cannons caught three destroyers off gaurd, oblitterating them, along with an assortment of about 100 fighters and bombers.

"Unco-operative, Fire Broadsides, Manouver fleet out of path of incoming vessel, prepare for a wormhole, If ship proceeds on current course, it will impact with the Mothership which can not manouver as fast as the rest of the fleet, If the Enemy vessel can not be stopped, Course of action indicates that we should open a wormhole in front of it, and send it to the other side of its fleet, its speed should cause it to hit its own fleet" The Admiral Said.

"Excellent strategy Admiral" Another voice piped in, from an officer.

The Ships fired their broadsides as they left, one lone dreadnaught trailing with the mothership, ready to open the wormhole, As the mothership herself opened up with hundreds of beams, missiles and turrets.

The Strider fired its beamcannon tearing along the ground in chase of the Jedi, moving at tremendous speed the Jedi master tore into the large support legs of the strider slicing them in half. The great mechanical monster began to plummet towards the ground, taking cover from the anticipated explosion the Jedi turned his back. However the that explosion did not come.

Turning his head the Jedi would see the Strider rising back into the air with Bosch orchestrating it. “You forget…. JEDI. That with these gauntlets I am the master of metal. With that the Strider continued its attacks held upright by Bosch.

The Jedi Master eyed the Strider and concentrated the Force on it. Soon, the Strider would see itself ripping apart at weak spots in the metal, and the Jedi threw the pieces far away.

"Ah, but I am a Jedi Master, and the Force is stronger than mere smoke and mirrors." Gareth taunted. Then he smirked. "If you strike me down, Admiral, I shall become more powerful than you'll ever imagine."

He went into a Judan position, and gathered the Force for a final assault, and lept at Admiral Bosch.

“How quaint Jedi, how very quaint. DISPLACE HIM!!” The now half destroyed Strider barely standing powered up its displacement emitters. The charging time taking no more than a second locked onto the Jedi and displaced him Four Hundred meters into the air. Re-materialising in front of Bosch the now surprised and confused Jedi would hear one last sentence before his death. “How nice of you to join me.” Subsequently Bosch rammed his sword through the Jedis heart slicing down through his vital organs. The Jedi falling through the air followed by a trail of blood met the ground with a thud.

“Now where was I, ahh yes the Archieves.” Bosch now made his way to the ruined corridor laughing at the fallen Jedi leaving him to die. Now entering the corridor where the dual first began Bosch pulled his way through the rubble and wreckage and made his way into the room that he thought was the achieves. Looking around the evacuated hall all Bosch could do was look gob smacked and horrified. “Where, WHERE ARE THE RECORDS….. They… they should be here. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Screaming with all his anger Bosch called off the assault upon Coredia. “Activate, the Hera platforms, I want my shuttle here NOW.” Making his way out of the corridor Bosch descended onto the courtyard looking at what he thought was the body of the Jedi, but all that was there was his robes and light sabre. “I think I will take this.” And subsequently Bosch made his way back to the fleet.

The Lucifer un-phased by the attacks from the enemy fleet was hurtled through a wormhole sending it back to the rear lines of the fleet. Emerging on a collision course with a Sathanas Juggernaut the Lucifer shut down the kinetic relays of the shield emitters sending the vessel into subspace, just narrowly missing the Sathanas. At the rear of the alien fleet the Lucifer would re emerge from subspace to continue its attack, while the ground forces evacuated Coredia.

Bosch now on board one of the Juggernauts ordered the fleet to continue holding its position, the Hera platforms would soon be deployed. From behind the defensive perimeter the Gargantuan would be seen exiting subspace emerging above the now defenceless world of Coredia. Time until optimum gravitational influence? That long, order the fleet to hold its position no matter what.”

The vast 50km long Gargantuan began pouring out thousands of small drones, these small pyramidal platforms took up position above the atmosphere of the Coreworld home planet. Each one slowly building up energy would in time, seven minutes to be precise, would pierce the dimensional wall sending Coredia into the Shivan domain.

Opening a hailing frequency to the Arenumberg fleet. “I’m so very sorry my little friends, but it appears that you are too late. How very brave of you though. But pathetic and futile. Helm engage subspace drives.” *The Vessel holding Bosch leaves for subspace*

The Fleet continued firing volleys at the fleet, whilst the Lucifer began to re-emerge behind them.

"Current strategy indicates Coredia is lost, Futile to stay, charge all engines, and scan the nav computers, We must make a stand elsewhere.. Juria perhaps?" The Admiral said, asking rhetorically

"Yes sir, course laid in, all ships finallising volley's, charging engines, All ships report ready, fighters and bombers docking" An Officer said

The last few stragglers made their way's to docks, and the fleet fired one last volley at the enemy fleet in the distance, and they entered their wormholes, one cruiser hit critically and destroyed as it did so

The Jedi has died before he hit the ground, and his robes and saber was all that's left of him. He has become one with the Force. His ghost looked on with sadness before his soul was absorbed back into the Force. "May the Force be with you, Masaki."

Old Tenchi was meditating on Juria, when his old friend sent him that message. He knew now...Coredia is lost. He sighed, ending the meditation. The Shivans will come here soon, and then, would be the final battle, for all remaining ships were called to the planet to defend it. If Juria is defeated, all is lost.

Location Juria

The Coreworld fleet massed about the planet, the hundreds of ships, fighters and orbital defence stations blocked out the sun for the now impending attack. And there would be an attack. Only four hours after the collapse of Coredia the Shivan fleet would arrive and the main battle would begin.

“Prepare the Nanite weapons, I want them ready to take out anything that will stand in my way. Order the forward guns and missile ports to charge and open, prepare all displacement emitters and order the fleet to exit subspace as soon as they catch up with us.” While the commands were being issued throughout the fleet Bosch made his way to his quarters to prepare for the final showdown. After transferring to the Lucifer Bosch was now ready to finish what he started, he needed those records, but for what?

Two hours after the attack on Coredia the Lucifer emerged from subspace some distance away from the allied fleets and the main world itself, the Lucifer would proceed through the system taking out spacial platforms and defence installations before it reached the main defensive line. The final battle was here, History would be made or the future would end.

The Jedi Master Alex Regalo, as well as Council conferred upon this development.

"So, they have come to destroy again." One Council member sighed.

"Yes, indeed." Tenchi said. "and this time, we are not retreating any further. All ships, from the Shinobi Cruisers and Hokage flagship, down to private craft with guns, have been called up for this final battle. The only ships missing are the Sovereign classes and the Elite fleet."

"I believe the Emperor will take control of that personally. When he gets back from -Noir-, that is." Alex said.

"So now, we have only to hold out until then." Master Elendil said. "If only we can find a way to deal with that shield of the Lucifer's."

The war council agreed. Until a way was found to breach the Lucifer's shields, all will be lost. Every weapon will be tried, from the superlasers to gravity bombs and missiles programmed to implode just before the shields. If nothing works...then it is done. Coreworlds is lost.

The Lucifer slinked closer to the Allied fleet, flux cannons charged and subspace shields raised. The Admiral smiled, ready to strike like a rattle-cobra.

"Fire at will." He ordered quietly.

Three giant orange beam cannons blasted towards the nearest ship, the ISD Fury, cutting it apart like tissue paper. The rest of the fleet opened fire, if only to slow down the Shivan command ship while it slices through the fleet like it was not there.

Turbolasers, ion cannons, missiles and torpedoes were thrown at the Lucifer, but the subspace shields sucked them all up and left the hull untouched. In return, the command ship cleaved through the fleet, killing an ISD here, a frigate there, a Shinobi cruiser over there, leaving a wake of dead, leaking hulls and thousands of men and women dead. Soon, the Lucifer arrived at Juria, and descended through the planetary shield, blowing up orbitial stations along the way. The shield was strained by the Lucifer's subspace shields, but they held, barely, because it is even stronger than the former Coredia's shields. Nevertheless, the Lucifer passed through the shield like a ghost, and the Admiral got ready to send his Shivan troops to the surface once again...

Losses:
35 ISDs
30 ISC (Imperial Star Cruisers)
10 Shinobi cruisers
35 Frigates
73 gunships
45 fighters
55 private craft

Low -Noir- Orbit
"Staging Grounds"

Fifty of the large Durandal Class Star Cruisers, sixty Galaxy Federation Class Cruisers, and hundreds of the smaller Nadesico Class High Mobile Battleships, aligned themselves to their destination, Juria. The group of ships glimmered as they stood waiting to gate jump. Thousands of other smaller transport ships traveled from ship-to-ship, the nearby colonies, and directly from -Noir-. They carried the last shipments of supplies, weapons, and personnel to the main battle fleet. This fleet was assembled for one exact purpose, to destroy the Shivian fleet. Having had no conflicts with -Noir- fleet, the Shivians had no idea what to suspect from this fleet. While -Noir-, on the other hand had received tactical battle data and ship specifics from Coreworld Space Command.

"Chancellor Keiji...Are you sure about this? said Commander James Johnson, Admiral of the -Noir- First Fleet. "We should wait until the rest of the fleet arrives from the Dammerung. Vector hasn't finished the Rhinemaidens yet..."

"Don't worry...The current Coreworld and -Noir- fleet should prove a challenge to the Shivian fleet. Isn't that right, Andrew?" replied Keiji as he turned to face Andrew who was standing next to him, in the main bridge of the NSC Miltia.

"Emperor Masaki, we have finished modifying your fighter with a Vector Logic Drive..." said an engineering ensign who walked up to the group from the engineering bay. "You should be able to use the UMN Transfer System."

"Oh, Masaki, I would advise you to let Jennifer stay with Mireille and Nina on the Elsa, still docked in Second Miltia." said Keiji, as the ensign walked away. "Just trust me. It's for the best and for their safety that they stay as far away from the battle site as possible...I could even arrange for them to be sent to Hell's Gate."

"Commander Johnson, all ships are prepped and ready...We are ready to gate-jump to Juria."

Low -Noir- Orbit
"Staging Grounds"

Fifty of the large Durandal Class Star Cruisers, sixty Galaxy Federation Class Cruisers, and hundreds of the smaller Nadesico Class High Mobile Battleships, aligned themselves to their destination, Juria. The group of ships glimmered as they stood waiting to gate jump. Thousands of other smaller transport ships traveled from ship-to-ship, the nearby colonies, and directly from -Noir-. They carried the last shipments of supplies, weapons, and personnel to the main battle fleet. This fleet was assembled for one exact purpose, to destroy the Shivian fleet. Having had no conflicts with -Noir- fleet, the Shivians had no idea what to suspect from this fleet. While -Noir-, on the other hand had received tactical battle data and ship specifics from Coreworld Space Command.

"Chancellor Keiji...Are you sure about this? said Commander James Johnson, Admiral of the -Noir- First Fleet. "We should wait until the rest of the fleet arrives from the Dammerung. Vector hasn't finished the Rhinemaidens yet..."

"Don't worry...The current Coreworld and -Noir- fleet should prove a challenge to the Shivian fleet. Isn't that right, Andrew?" replied Keiji as he turned to face Andrew who was standing next to him, in the main bridge of the NSC Miltia.

"Emperor Masaki, we have finished modifying your fighter with a Vector Logic Drive..." said an engineering ensign who walked up to the group from the engineering bay. "You should be able to use the UMN Transfer System."

"Oh, Masaki, I would advise you to let Jennifer stay with Mireille and Nina on the Elsa, still docked in Second Miltia." said Keiji, as the ensign walked away. "Just trust me. It's for the best and for their safety that they stay as far away from the battle site as possible...I could even arrange for them to be sent to Hell's Gate."

"Commander Johnson, all ships are prepped and ready...We are ready to gate-jump to Juria."

"Thank you for the modification, Ensign. Yeah, I already told her she is to stay with them. It was hard, but I had to put my foot down. You can send them to Hell's Gate if you wish." Andrew said. "However, I need to go and activate the Sovereign super battlefleet. All four battleships, 2 SSDs and 100 Elite Star Destroyers have been sent to the Deep Core to await my orders. Here are the coordinates."

Andrew slipped Keiji a secure encrypted datacube with the coordinates. The Emperor has already unlocked the code for the -Noir- fleet's use.

Funeral Pyre/Into The Flame

“…..From the stars we came, to the stars, we return.” The casket which boosted away from the Tempest was nothing more than a simple formality, the body of Warrant Officer Joseph Barnes having been lost with the severe damage to the SPC. The small sub-light engines attached would send it down into the local star, to be eventually incinerated. Following it were several more, some carrying the men who were killed in the destruction of Starboard Two, others carrying no one, their bodies just as lost as Barnes’.

Escorting the funeral procession was a flight of Prometheus fighters, strung out in a wedge. After several hundred meters of steady flight, the second fighter in the group broke away, completing the ancient, but honored ‘missing man’ formation. After another minute, the group split off as well, leaving the caskets to complete their journey without them.

*********

The atmosphere aboard the cruiser was solemn, dark and depressed. It was not the attitude of a ship that had just won a minor victory; it was the attitude of a crew that had barely escaped certain death, and lost many of their friends in the process.

The normally moderately loud bustle of the Quad even seemed subdued. Damage control crews had strung more lighting to replace that destroyed from the hit to the above deck, and the scrubbers had long since removed the last traces of the smoke, but it still seemed a cold, dark place.

Wotejenck was in his command chair toying with his pen, silent as his crew. Hanging in the Holo-tank was a basic starmap, based off of records retrieved from the remains of Bastion’s central computer and information left by the Psamtik. Several systems were highlighted as options for stop-over, because the ship was damaged to the point of needing resupply urgently. Unfortunately, things were becoming quite clear that this universe was not their own, and there was a chance none of those systems would be inhabited.

It all came down to emissions detected and plain old guesswork. For hours now, Wotejenck had been playing the game, and it all boiled down to a single system that had been populated heavily even where the Kestrels had come from.

A system known as Juria.


*******

Calleis was standing with her back to the door, watching the stars outside her quarters’ view port. The lights were dimmed and a soft orchestral piece played in the background. Rudy, her husband, was on duty, leaving her entirely alone when Vance entered the room.

“Hello, Callie,” he said, making several steps into the room. The door slid closed behind him, dimming the room of the light from the hall. She gave no sign of noticing him for several minutes, before speaking softly.

”Why, brother, do others always have to die for someone who does something foolish?”

Stepping very softly, Vance moved up beside her, facing the view port as well. “When that foolish act saves more than who was lost from certain death, it’s not as foolish as one might think.”

“Even so, disobeying an order is worthy of a court martial, even with such an outcome.”

“There won’t be one, Callie. You did disobey an order, but in the process, kept us all from stumbling into that juggernaut.” Callies opened her mouth to argue, but Vance held up a hand to silence her. “Hold off, I know you’d argue with that. Not proper due process. You are still technically the Lady-Commander of the Order until we return home, unless we go back to the Order first, which is a military command position.”

For the first time since she was revived after her rescue she smiled, albeit weakly. “Stretching out the truth a bit for that, aren’t you, dear brother?”

“We couldn’t court-martial you for this anyway. The crew adores you far too much, and even the Kestrels wouldn’t stand for it. That, and your Wing would raise bloody hell.”

“I remember Mister Barnes, Vance. He was a young kid, a new Flight Engineer and Pilot. He was one of the first ones to sign on when we opened the flight programs to the Natives. He was a good kid, Vance. He didn’t deserve to go, not like that…” Her voice choked in her throat and she leaned forward, resting her forehead on the view port. Vance stepped close and pulled her into an embrace, letting her cry quietly on his shoulder.

When she looked up, she wiped her eyes and took a step back. “I’m sorry. That’s not like me…I guess I’ve been playing politician too long. Been out of the zone, lost the stomach for it all.”

Vance shook his head. “If anything, you’ve recovered some of the humanity we’ve lost from fighting so long. That, and you’re suffering of an acute case of survivor’s guilt. Whether or not you had disobeyed my orders, the Guardian was on its way. If you hadn’t presented yourself first, they’d have all four been killed instead.”

“It still feels wrong.”

“…Well…when someone dying feels right…things are very, very wrong.”

*******

An hour later, the Tempest punched through the layers of the universe and emerged near the edge of the Juria system.

“The Lucifer entering the upper atmosphere of Juria opened fire upon the surface with its vast cannons, which drilled a vast circular hole hundreds of meters deep around the Jedi temple, sealing it off from outside help and aid.

Bosch preparing himself for the upcoming battle dawned his battle armour and proceeded to the bridge. “Status of defences?”

“Large concentrations of ground troops around the temple itself, including defences and offensive fortifications and personnel.”

“Displace them all into the upper atmosphere, What is the status of the inner temple?”

“Unknown, sensors are unable to penetrate.”

“Very well, order the ground troops to prepare, I want those archives, am I understood, excellent I will lead the assault myself.”

Bosch suddenly displaced onto the surface as well as his personal army of Shivan and Shivan guard warriors made their way to the temple entrance through the now unguarded courtyard.

Meanwhile in space the Shivan fleet was entering the outer rims of the system. The three thousand strong vessel war fleet took up its formation erecting an FTLi field to prevent any unwanted surprises. The fighter and bomber screens swarmed about the vast juggernauts now creeping their way to Juria, passing the crumbling wreckage of the outer defences that the Lucifer so kindly removed.

The Corewrold and allied forces hovering around the planet as a protective screen were now charging their weapons, the Shivans opened fire.

The first attacks came from a volley consisting of millions of micro missies and hornets, each capital ship firing consistently aimed towards the planet, while any capital ship that got struck by the approaching projectiles would be a merely unwanted victim. The fighter and bombers wings were sent in next, with orders to attack the shield generators of each capital ship as to make the job for the beam cannons easier. The Sathanas Juggernauts routing power to the forward claws would begin the first volley with their long range beam weapons.

However little did the allied fleets know that in secret and disguise a second fleet had been marshalled. Within a vast nebula hidden on the Galactic rim a second Shivan fleet was now preparing to arrive. The attack on Juria would come on two fronts, one from each side of the system. The first the inferior force consisting of only a few juggernauts and the rest destroyers would attack and keep the defending force occupied, while in the heat of battle the second far superior fleet would arrive, indeed this would be doomsday for Coreworlds, unless something unexpected would happen.

The flag-cruiser Justice of the Peace took notice of another ship, the Tempest:

"Unknown ship, this is a major battle zone, clear out of here! If you are an ally, be very careful, for the Shivans have attacked here."

Upon arrival in the Juria system, the tactical plot went mad, red Demon blips, blue unknowns, they all swooped around each other, engaging in the most massive battle they’d seen yet. Vance whistled quietly at the size of some of the ships the Demons were fielding, and the equally impressive ships utilized by the others.

“Sirs, hail coming through.”

”Put it through.”

The speakers crackled for a moment, and the communications officer made an adjustment. The static cleared up, and the query came through, clean as day. "Unknown ship, this is a major battle zone, clear out of here! If you are an ally, be very careful, for the Shivans have attacked here."

Wotejenck raised an eyebrow. “Shivans, sir? Must be their name for these Demons, probably the real name for them, too.”

Vance nodded and settled his mike boom in front of his mouth. “Put me through to them, Lieutenant.”

“Roger that, Sir. Connecting…now. Go ahead.”

“This is General Vance Kaerion of Kaerion’s Kestrels, Mercenaries of the Order, and the Kestrel Cruiser Tempest. We’ve just hit a Demon, or as you call them, Shivan, supply depot. We suffered heavy damage along the way, and fled to a nearby nebula. There, we found a fleet of massive ships waiting to move out; we can probably safely say they’ll head in this direction, coming to the same conclusions we did regarding the possibility of civilization here.”

“Odds are, that fleet of Juggernauts is on our heels right now.”

“The Lucifer entering the upper atmosphere of Juria opened fire upon the surface with its vast cannons, which drilled a vast circular hole hundreds of meters deep around the Jedi temple, sealing it off from outside help and aid.

Bosch preparing himself for the upcoming battle dawned his battle armour and proceeded to the bridge. “Status of defences?”

“Large concentrations of ground troops around the temple itself, including defences and offensive fortifications and personnel.”

“Displace them all into the upper atmosphere, What is the status of the inner temple?”

“Unknown, sensors are unable to penetrate.”

“Very well, order the ground troops to prepare, I want those archives, am I understood, excellent I will lead the assault myself.”

Bosch suddenly displaced onto the surface as well as his personal army of Shivan and Shivan guard warriors made their way to the temple entrance through the now unguarded courtyard.

Meanwhile in space the Shivan fleet was entering the outer rims of the system. The three thousand strong vessel war fleet took up its formation erecting an FTLi field to prevent any unwanted surprises. The fighter and bomber screens swarmed about the vast juggernauts now creeping their way to Juria, passing the crumbling wreckage of the outer defences that the Lucifer so kindly removed.

The Corewrold and allied forces hovering around the planet as a protective screen were now charging their weapons, the Shivans opened fire.

The first attacks came from a volley consisting of millions of micro missies and hornets, each capital ship firing consistently aimed towards the planet, while any capital ship that got struck by the approaching projectiles would be a merely unwanted victim. The fighter and bombers wings were sent in next, with orders to attack the shield generators of each capital ship as to make the job for the beam cannons easier. The Sathanas Juggernauts routing power to the forward claws would begin the first volley with their long range beam weapons.

However little did the allied fleets know that in secret and disguise a second fleet had been marshalled. Within a vast nebula hidden on the Galactic rim a second Shivan fleet was now preparing to arrive. The attack on Juria would come on two fronts, one from each side of the system. The first the inferior force consisting of only a few juggernauts and the rest destroyers would attack and keep the defending force occupied, while in the heat of battle the second far superior fleet would arrive, indeed this would be doomsday for Coreworlds, unless something unexpected would happen.

The remaining fleet of the Imperial Home Guard regrouped and attacked the Shivan ships that can be destroyed. Fighters, who had their engines updated to keep up with the enemy Shivans, darted forward to keep the enemy fighters off the rest of the fleet. The increased speed and maneuverability was aided by stronger compensators, so that the fighters could survive just a bit longer and even rack up good kills.

The B-wing and E-wing heavy fighter-bombers took the fight to the enemy when they launched volley after volley of missiles and torpedoes at the forward claws of the Sathanas, even under heavy enemy assault. The fighters hoped to take out the deadly pulse weapons before they could attack.

Many of the micromissiles splashed near-harmlessly against the planetary shield, though a few bled through due to the sheer number and caused sub-nuclear explosions, killing thousands of unprotected people.

The courtyard of the temple was not completely unguarded, for who teleported in was none other than the Pokemon Divisions (trainers with heavy weapons and strong Pokemon) of Coreworlds, and what is left of the Jedi Order called to defend the temple by Alex and the Legendaries, and protected against the displacers by the strong powers of Mewtwo and the Legendaries. Now, the battle for the Temple will begin...

Master Tenchi Masaki meditated once again, to search out Keiji, for he knew that soon, they both must fight the Dark Side to the end...
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“This is General Vance Kaerion of Kaerion’s Kestrels, Mercenaries of the Order, and the Kestrel Cruiser Tempest. We’ve just hit a Demon, or as you call them, Shivan, supply depot. We suffered heavy damage along the way, and fled to a nearby nebula. There, we found a fleet of massive ships waiting to move out; we can probably safely say they’ll head in this direction, coming to the same conclusions we did regarding the possibility of civilization here.”

“Odds are, that fleet of Juggernauts is on our heels right now.”

"What do you make of it, sir?" asked Ensign Barnes aboard the Home Fleet flagship.

"Not good, obviously. We've scraped up as much as we can. If this fleet comes in, we're literally done for. All we can do is delay the inevitable." Then Admiral Cassion contacted the rest of the fleet. Don't let the enemy through, no matter what! If your ship begins to fail, initiate self-destruct sequences and ram the large juggernauts if you can!"

To: Cruiser Tempest
Do what you can to delay the enemy. We make our stand here and will not flee. If we die, then so be it, for we will take the enemy to Hell!

The enemy fighters swarmed and impacted upon the claws of the Sathanas juggernauts knocking out each one individually, however the vast array of anti fighter beams leapt out at the attacking foes illuminating the hulls of the Shivan juggernauts a bright blue. Knocking out the capacity for the pulses the Coreworld Empire had won a small victory, however the beam turrets along the side of the claws continued to open fire. The void of space filled with the glowing aura of Shivan and human weaponry was truly a sight to behold. The Destroyers and Cruisers also opened fire moving in to attack the Star destroyers at point blank range.

Meanwhile on the other side of the system behind the Coreworld fleet another force was exiting subspace behind the much pursued human craft. The vast force of three hundred juggernauts with enough smaller ships totalling the fleet to two thousand vessels exited the Shivan realm moving towards Juria in utter silence. While one of the juggernauts took up the pursuit of the detested human craft with a full escort of two hundred fighters.

On Juria itself Bosch and his small detachment of guards had just entered the temple when a pokemon division materialised. Instantly activating his shield Bosch headed inside the temple while ordering reinforcements to be brought down from orbit.

The battle scene was one of horror, Shivan particle cannons crisscrossed the sky while the telekinetic blasts from the enemy creatures deflected many about the battlefield impacting upon Shivan and Pokemon alike. The requested reinforcements were quickly dispatched in the form of an entire Strider regiment. The large constructs opened fire with the support from the ground Shivans, while strikes were called in from Shivan fighters launching from the Lucifer. The energy blasts from the Pokemon flew in fields sending Shivans flying across the battlefield, while the Shivans when upon these formidable creatures tore the flesh from their bones.

Now inside the temple Bosch continued towards the archive room ready for resistance.

The Jedi Masters of the remaining Council not directing the battle were ready for him. Each of the four highest members of the Order ignited their lightsabers, ready to defend the large archive room with their lives. He will not take the most important piece of information they have found a long time ago! Fortunately, Masters Masaki, Elendil or Regalo were not among them, as they were directing the battle against the enemy.

Many Jedi and Shinobi fell in the ensuing battle, but their powers cracked the very earth beneath them, showering the landscape with large craters that could be seen from low orbit. Thunder techniques roared from the sky, shocking the Striders to detonation. Fire techniques fried the Shivan units like spiders caught in a heating duct. Tornadoes blew the air units away as Wind techniques were unleashed. Earthquake fissures swallowed them up. All in all, the many and varied powers of the ninjas took their toll on the enemy, and the enemy fire took their toll on the shinobi.

Alex wielded his green lightsaber with deadly precision, deflecting the portable beam cannons and then cutting through the swath of Shivans with his fellow Jedi and vibro-blade wielding trainer-troops. It was a bloodbath for both sides, but so was the battle for the planet itself.

Lord Hokage and his ninjas also fought with deadly fervor, sending the Shivans to whatever hell they come from with each ninjutsu technique or fatal slash of chakra-enhanced blades. He and his monkey Lord Enma then headed to the Temple, fighting their way through the enemy ranks...

The orbits were littered with the dead husks of hundreds of ships, and yet the fleet continued to fight, even when the new fleet came into play. It will not be long, however, for the fleet to be completely destroyed and the way clear for the Shivans to do whatever they like to Coreworlds, with only feeble resistance from what's left of the fleet. The one thing in the mind of the public and the troops is: How the hell are we going to win against these things?!

Building the Finale

“Uh, Tempest, please hold for a moment,” the voice on the other end wavered, the implications of another fleet looming over his head.

Vance had left his chair and had begun pacing the Quad, waiting, watching the displays and the images of ships weaving in and out of their deadly dance. The deep red Demon blips were disappearing ever so slowly, but the blue ones were fading much faster. These ‘Shivans’ were veritable monsters, a proverbial ‘unstoppable force,’ while defending humans played a weakening ‘immovable object.’ The Kestrels knew the battle was a losing prospect and with that Juggernaut fleet right behind them it was going to become more so very quickly.


The com crackled to life again, this time a different, more commanding voice speaking. “Cruiser Tempest,do what you can to delay the enemy. We make our stand here and will not flee. If we die, then so be it, for we will take the enemy to Hell!” Just as quickly, the connection cut and left the Quad silent.

“Looks like a Battle of the Line, sir.”

Vance nodded and stared at the Tank, hands clasped behind his back. “This is it for them. If the….Shivans win here, they will continue onward, possibly to Earth. They’ve found Sol, they’ve watched us, they know where we’re from. We have to stick this battle out as long as we can, and then get back to Earth with our intelligence and the warning.”

An alarm at the Sensor station started bleating and more red blips started appearing in the tank, behind the green light of the Tempest. “Sir,” the lieutenant managing the sensor board said as he cut the alarm off. “The Juggernauts are entering system. We read one breaking off from the main force and is headed in our direction. They’ve got a huge cloud of fighter escorts”

Wotejenck raised an eyebrow. “Well, obviously someone has decided to stop playing games with us, wouldn’t you say, sir?”

“Indeed, Captain. That’s a lot of fighters they’re throwing at us. Odds are they’ll take us apart piecemeal, and then leave a wreck for the big one to pick up.” Vance tapped a key on the Tank console. ”System, designate new Unknowns Balroc-type.” The tags on the craft inside the Tank shifted to illustrate the new change. “Alright, Captain, you’ve got control. Keep us alive.”

Wotejenck nodded, “Roger that, General.” He laid a waypoint in the Tank, leading the cruiser deeper in-system. “Head to the waypoint, Helm, make best speed until the Balroc is nine-point-five klicks behind us. Weapons, kill anything hostile that gets into our range, arm Fold Missiles and target the forward claws of the enemy ship. Engineering, shields up to full power. Fighter Wing, prepare to launch in two minutes.”

“All Hands, prepare for combat.”

"Thank you for the modification, Ensign. Yeah, I already told her she is to stay with them. It was hard, but I had to put my foot down. You can send them to Hell's Gate if you wish." Andrew said. "However, I need to go and activate the Sovereign super battlefleet. All four battleships, 2 SSDs and 100 Elite Star Destroyers have been sent to the Deep Core to await my orders. Here are the coordinates."

Andrew slipped Keiji a secure encrypted datacube with the coordinates. The Emperor has already unlocked the code for the -Noir- fleet's use.

"Staging Grounds"

The two hundred ship fleet of the First -Noir- Space Battle Group disappeared into the newly formed warp hole formed by the UMN Transfer System. Within a travel time spanning less than a minute, the entire fleet emerged several kilometers from Deep Core, so as to prevent any collisions during gate-out.

"Sir, we have arrived at the Deep Core...We are reporting several hundred Coredian vessels in the vicinity..."

The Coredian fleet lay well hidden within the mysterious Deep Core. The great advantage of the Deep Core was that regular sensors could not detect or penetrate the confines of the area that is the Deep Core. The hundreds of Coredian vessels was a sight to be seen. It was like a monstrous(sp) beast that is waiting to be released by the Emperor of Coreworlds, to purge the Coreworlds of the Shivian Menace.

"Good...That must be the Sovereign Battlefleet." said Commander Johnson. "Go inform Emperor Masaki that we have arrived...And tell him that his ship is in engineering bay 10. Also ask him if it is fine with him if we can send a logistics fleet here, since it is closer to Coredia and Juria. It would also be cheaper than sending supplies directly from -Noir-."

"Affirmative, sir. I will relay the message to the Emperor."

The ensign quickly walked out of the bridge and headed towards the tram which would take him to the residential district in which Emperor Masaki's quarters is located, onboard the NSC Miltia. The ensign passed several closed down resturants, stores, parks, and the inboard casino before arriving at the main living compartments block.

"Hmmm...Room 303...Room 303...Where is it...Ah there it is." muttered the ensign, as he walked through the corridor.

Sir...Emperor Masaki...We have arrived at the Deep Core...I have some information to tell you." said the Ensign as he pressed the doorbell.

"Thank you. Fire away." The Emperor said, before he was to head out and activate the fleet.

OOC: good news, I will be back online in a few weeks. Considder the rp paused till then :)

YAY I will be back.

"Thank you. Fire away." The Emperor said, before he was to head out and activate the fleet.

"Sir, your ship is ready for departure in engineering bay 10." said the ensign. "Oh, and the commander asks for your permission to have a logistics force from -Noir- stationed here in the Deep Core."

"All right. And yes, the logistics fleets are allowed here. It's pretty safe from Shivan interference, as far as I know."

The Emperor then walked down to the engineering bay and got into his X-wing. He got clearance and left the ship for the Sovereign...

“Well, well what do we have here. Jedi masters attempting to stop me. How pitiful. And with that the Replicator guards formed a small circle around Bosch each one facing a Jedi Master.

Bosch continuing down the corridor with two guards left the Jedi masters to fight the Replicator Warriors.

Made from an extremely rare element, Cortosis is the curse to all Jedi. This very rare Ore is impervious to all light sabre attacks while when coming into contact with a Jedi’s blade the actual sabre itself will cease to operate.

The Replicator guards some form of mechanical machine were more than capable of matching the Jedi. Being completely constructed from Cortosis these weapons would test the Coreworldian elite to the maximum. The Shivan devices then made their attack upon the Jedi masters. The Cortosis blades and energy shields ready the Jedi would be challenged indeed to survive.

The occupied Jedi now struggling were left in the darkness while Bosch made his way into the archive room. Ordering his guards to download and transmit the necessary information all Bosch could do was wait for the mere milliseconds it took for the task to be accomplished.

“Downloading and transmission complete sir.”

“Excellent, we will now return to the ship, have all ground forces retreat and prepare for orbital bombardment. Destroy this city.”

“And the rest of the planet?”

“Leave it intact. I am vengeful not murderous.”

Bosch now made his way out into the open where he would subsequently attempt to displace back into orbit.

The Shivan juggernaut fleet continued to make its way towards the remnants of the Coreworldian defence force. Their FTLi field now fully raised would prevent any of those nasty little phase missiles from striking the Shivan capital ships while insuring any enemy forces would arrive at the edge of the system giving plenty of time for the Shivan forces to react.

Above Juria beam cannons scared the sky as Coreworldian ships fell to the Shivan armada. Now no more than a token force of disabled or crippled warships the Shivans made their way to retreat from the system. Their next target would be a defensive installation recently discovered within the archives. Hells Gate.

Bosch arriving upon the Lucifers bridge looked out upon the now burning capital. “cease fire, those people have suffered enough I do not want history to hate me any more than it already does. Helm set in a course for Hells Gate. We will end the Jedi here and now.”

The Shivan Juggernaut and standard fleets now merging slowly descended into subspace leaving Juria intact and alive.

Meanwhile the crew of the Tempest would still suffer the chase of the Shivan fleet. The FTLi field fully raised and projected around the enemy ship would be enough to stop its escape while the fighters took it apart one by one. The first attack would be done by all fighters instead of the traditional Shivan tactic of waves. Each Dragon and Mara launched a volley of Hornet missiles and aimed for the vessels engines. The approaching Sathanas would attempt to finish it off.

Before the attack the Crew of the Tempest would receive a great honour from Admiral Bosch he would Hail them.

“To the Crew of the whatever you designate you ship. You have fought well and valiantly, it pains me to order your destruction however the loss of an entire supply depot and the destruction of a Cruiser can only warrant death as a penalty. I have ordered that the attack be swift and sudden so that you feel little pain. May your Gods protect you.”

With that the Shivan fleet left the Juria system apart from a lone Juggernaut and its fighters hunting their prey.

Space screamed and tore apart as the Chronosian flagship, Ragnarok II, emerged friom the warp. The ship looked out grimly at the Jurian system; at the helpless ship slowly being picked apart by an unknown enemy. They had lost contact with the Imperium weeks ago; and now they had found their way here, lost and alone in deep space. The captain ordered the fighters to move out.

A huge segment of ship m,oved, unfolding, the fighters held by supports; Marines and soldiers piled into them, and engines revved; the multitude of fighters, the first wave, numbering 20, took to teh battle; their fronts designed to inject the units within in the case of battle with larger ships; the sides shimmering with lascannon weapons for fighter combat.

The leader clicked his microphone. "This is wolf leader; all units maintain formation and open fire; all units, open fire on hostile fighters!"

OOC: The previous post was made on behalf on Unified Sith's puppet Imperial Brits. This is not done by Unified Sith, oh and welcome to the war.

OOC: Ok, that makes the whole diplomacy thing on the other thread less dangerous :P And thanks; I hope I'm actually good at it :)

A large energy spike was detected at some point within the inhibitor field barrier. The Shivan FTLi field would cause the ship to appear at a relatively safe distance of two million km away from the Juggernaut giving the force ample time to react. The capital ship now turning its vast bulk would face off this new threat while the Tempest would have to deal with the fighters. Charging all forwards beam weapons and filling missile tubes the Shivan vessel would meet this previously un-encountered race head on.

"Sir-" An Ensign ran from his station across the desk to the ships commander; bowing his head lightly; the Captains great armour symbolising his rank, his gauntleted hands drumming the desk before him. "-The enemies main ship appears to be turning towards us."
"Fire at will; launch with a barrage of Quantum torpedoes and then wait to see how it affects them; direct the fights to intensify weapons fire; drive the fighting fighters between our two flagships. For the Emperor men, we shall not fail"
"Aye sir"
The torpedo tubes opened; a flash of energy igniting the inky void threefold as the weapons hurtled forth; the ship itself, a gargantuan, unmanageable monster, turned slightly, moving closer, seeking a better angle of attack, as its volley of projectiles hurtled forth

Enemy torpedoes flew through the darkness heading towards the Shivan capital ship. The four kilometre long behemoth would cease this attack easily. The inhibitor field would force the quantum torpedoes to phase back into real space where upon that the displacers would merely lock on to them and turn the weapons for war into harmless energy that would be spread across the cosmos. In return for this small attack the Sathanas Juggernaut responded with a missile volley of its own. Over two thousand micro missiles (things about the size of your hand and with the equivalent yield of a photon torpedo) sped towards the enemy ship while the beam cannons prepared to open fire.

The Chronosian flagship raised its own shields; short range lazers firing at the incomign missles, yet not catching them all; over half made it through the shields and lazer defenses.
"Prepare for imp-"
The ships shook, cutting him off; the equipment around them sparking and bursting into smokey flame; other decks were ruptured, venting air and personnel out into the void. "Launch all remaining fighters; the target is the enemy flagship; Swarm mode; short range attack and them implant. Go with the Emperors grace!" The remaining fighter wings number eighty; and were quickly readied for launch. The ship rocked again as missles continued to pummel the metal skin of the Ragnarok.
"Launch now; and prepare all weapons for fire. Distract it from the fighters, full arms. I want all autocannons and lasturrets locked for combat; I want a full volley of conventional high explosive torpedoes; and the experimental nuclear and fusion rounds. Everything"
"And if that fails?"
"Then we'll redirect the orbital barrage weapons."

With that the fighters were launched, their screaming birth partialled obscured as the ship disgorged orbital hell towards the unknown enemies ship.

The Shivan Capital ship now fully powered and ready for combat let rip with its forward beam weapons. Over twenty of the Ship destroying beams moved through space at the speed of light impacting upon the shields of the enemy ship. These weapons have the ability to slice a star destroyer in half, making the Shivans sure of victory. Enemy fighters moving towards the Sathanas were fast and evasive constantly dodging the anti fighter beams of the vessels weaponry. The shields still at full power would give the ship plenty of protection from these things designated as a minor threat. Once the mother ship was destroyed the Sathanas would then deal with the fighters.

OOC: Your ship is now inside my FTLi field. Escape is now impossible unless its with conventional drives.

The fighters reeled and dodged in space; moving quickly through the gauntlet of beams, lazers and explosions. Then plunged forward; dozens of them firing all in unison, trying to get through and perform the implant maneuver. Ships exploded around them, friend and fow; brothers blown from the sky by lazers, defences, debris.....they had to break through.

The Ragnarok's shields strained against the beams; struggling to move the ship as the great waves of death bore down on them.
The commander hit the comms, strugglign frantically as a beam sliced through the lower decks; explosions and screams rocking the mighty vessel.
"This is the Imperial ship Ragnarok; we are under heavy fire, we require assistance. We wil surrender to our attackers, we need assistance,. we need....We...." He fell to his knees, weeping, the futility of their cause was evident.
"Command...flip us round; get the orbital barrage cannons readied; aim them at the enemy; anything. Use the kinetic warheads; the biological warheads, anything, just fire them. Anything that can kill a city; maim a planet.....FIRE!"
And so the last desperate gamble of the mortally wounded ship began....

All of a sudden the Shivan attack stopped. The enemy fighters now destroyed or disabled and the capital ship desperately trying to manoeuvre itself to fire its main weapons were futile. The Sathanas locked on with a gravity well pulling the Ragnarock closer to the Sathanas, preventing the Enemy vessel from moving or turning; there would be no firing of planet killing weapons.

The enemy ship now stranded and covered with an energy-dampening field was now dead in space. It was about to be boarded.

The energy build up of the displacement emitters would be easily detectable to the human ship. They had very little time to prepare their defence.

I assume you use a warp core so consider it shut down J by the dampening field.

The Imperial troops felt the shuddering of the ship as it stopped; soem grabbed for armaments and awaitted the imminent boarding; some fell to their knees, ready to accept death; others embraced it and fell upon their own swords, or took a Bolter to their own face.
The Commander had regained composure. He tightened his powerfist and readied his StormBolter upon the bridge, some loyalist marines gathered to him, ready to fight. And then they waited...Embracing the terrible silence.

“Status of enemy vessel?”

“Disabled, preparing to board”

“Why?”

“For training exercises.”

“Do not board them, bring them to you instead.”

“Agreed.”

This displacement emitters instead of sending thousands of Shivans onto the Ragnorock discontinued their operations and instead displaced the human crew onto the Sathanas. Imprisoned in a large hall without their weapons the humans could only wait to find out what horrors were waiting for them.

Meanwhile the Databanks of the Ragnarock were being accessed, stellar maps, locations of worlds and empires were being assimilated by the Shivan mind. Including their homeworld. Earth.

The Commander slammed his fist into a wall; before turning to look around at his imprisoned brethern. He sighed, slumped against the wall and relented. He had failed; failed his men, his ship, his Emperor. He moved to the bars, staring out. "Who are you people anyway! Why have you brought us here! I demand the right to speak with the commanding officer! I demand my rights" he grabbed the bars and shook them, he threw himself against them, his rage growing. "I demand the right to negotiate terms!"

The Sathanas now turned and headed after the tempest once again leaving a small skeleton crew on board the Ragnarock to take it back into subspace for further study.

The human captain demanding to see an officer was granted his request, down the corridor came a large eight foot tall Arachnid

http://freespace.volitionwatch.com/techfs/fs1/shivan.jpg

Stopping in front on the human still smashing the bars of the cell the Shivan looked round at other crewmen, and opened fire. Its small implanted beam weapon fired slicing through eight men leaving them to death.

The crew of the Ragnarock would have to wait some more.

The Commander stepped back; stammering and whimpering at the sight; of the thing surely born of chaos, the horrible terrible thing, that destroyed eight men before his eyes...
"Oh...God...."
he whispered.
"By the Emperor...Protect us; please, my lord...Protect us...."

OOC: Damn me and not checking this thread.

OOC: Bump for the Shivans and for some to save the Chronosians :P

OOC: Very sorry but i can't make a post until black wolf responds and from what Sith tells me he likes to take his time.

“Well, well what do we have here. Jedi masters attempting to stop me. How pitiful. And with that the Replicator guards formed a small circle around Bosch each one facing a Jedi Master.

Bosch continuing down the corridor with two guards left the Jedi masters to fight the Replicator Warriors.

Made from an extremely rare element, Cortosis is the curse to all Jedi. This very rare Ore is impervious to all light sabre attacks while when coming into contact with a Jedi’s blade the actual sabre itself will cease to operate.

The Replicator guards some form of mechanical machine were more than capable of matching the Jedi. Being completely constructed from Cortosis these weapons would test the Coreworldian elite to the maximum. The Shivan devices then made their attack upon the Jedi masters. The Cortosis blades and energy shields ready the Jedi would be challenged indeed to survive.

The occupied Jedi now struggling were left in the darkness while Bosch made his way into the archive room. Ordering his guards to download and transmit the necessary information all Bosch could do was wait for the mere milliseconds it took for the task to be accomplished.

The Jedi Masters were hard-pressed to fight the replicators, as they were able to block the lightsaber blades. It took all their training just to survive against the enemy Replicators, and one fell to the cotorosis blade. The remaining three gathered the Force around them as the Replicators surrounded them, and let loose a powerful blast of Light Energy that destroyed them and the Replicators at the same time.

“Downloading and transmission complete sir.”

“Excellent, we will now return to the ship, have all ground forces retreat and prepare for orbital bombardment. Destroy this city.”

“And the rest of the planet?”

“Leave it intact. I am vengeful not murderous.”

Bosch now made his way out into the open where he would subsequently attempt to displace back into orbit.

The Shivan juggernaut fleet continued to make its way towards the remnants of the Coreworldian defence force. Their FTLi field now fully raised would prevent any of those nasty little phase missiles from striking the Shivan capital ships while insuring any enemy forces would arrive at the edge of the system giving plenty of time for the Shivan forces to react.

Above Juria beam cannons scared the sky as Coreworldian ships fell to the Shivan armada. Now no more than a token force of disabled or crippled warships the Shivans made their way to retreat from the system. Their next target would be a defensive installation recently discovered within the archives. Hells Gate.

Bosch arriving upon the Lucifers bridge looked out upon the now burning capital. “cease fire, those people have suffered enough I do not want history to hate me any more than it already does. Helm set in a course for Hells Gate. We will end the Jedi here and now.”

The Shivan Juggernaut and standard fleets now merging slowly descended into subspace leaving Juria intact and alive.

Out of the Combined Fleet that fought the Shivans, less than a quarter has survived the Battle of Juria, and they prayed for the dead burning on the planet and the dead of their comrades. They knew that the fleet will take some time to recover and the population even more time to recover. The Admiral sighed. If only the Emperor had come...no, even he could not have changed the outcome. Could he?

Meanwhile the crew of the Tempest would still suffer the chase of the Shivan fleet. The FTLi field fully raised and projected around the enemy ship would be enough to stop its escape while the fighters took it apart one by one. The first attack would be done by all fighters instead of the traditional Shivan tactic of waves. Each Dragon and Mara launched a volley of Hornet missiles and aimed for the vessels engines. The approaching Sathanas would attempt to finish it off.

Before the attack the Crew of the Tempest would receive a great honour from Admiral Bosch he would Hail them.

“To the Crew of the whatever you designate you ship. You have fought well and valiantly, it pains me to order your destruction however the loss of an entire supply depot and the destruction of a Cruiser can only warrant death as a penalty. I have ordered that the attack be swift and sudden so that you feel little pain. May your Gods protect you.”

With that the Shivan fleet left the Juria system apart from a lone Juggernaut and its fighters hunting their prey.

The Emperor checked his Sovereign Battlefleet one more time, and ordered the engagement of the hyperdrives, straight for Juria.

An hour later, the fleet of over 100 Elite Star Destroyers of every shape and size reverted to realspace, too late for the Main Fleet.

"Damn. I was too late." The Emperor sighed as he looked out at the devastation in space and on the ground. The Jedi Archives was sacked, the city blasted from space, and millions of people dead. Then he noticed something large firing at something small far away on his sensors.

"What's happening over there?"

"Sir, it seems the Shivans are still around, somewhat."

"Very well. Attack that ship!"

The forward ten Elite Star Destroyers (ESD) began to fire powerful turbolasers at the Sathanas ship, while fighters actually swarmed the Shivans for once. As they fought the Shivans, the Emperor wondered where the Shivans went and why they left Juria mostly intact...

A lone fight half drifted, half propelled itself towards the Coreworlds fleet; the pilot, the ship transmitting his message on all available frequencies.
"Help me....Help us, ship taken...Crew taken; Emperor help us, Emperor guide us...Help me....Help us..."
It floated along; the pilot and marines still unconcious or dead from various collisions; metal and wiring sparked from the hull, debris softly fell away; and engines struggled to keep on. Time was finite; fading fasr; and the need for rescue was infinite.

A Star Destroyer grabbed the ship with it's tractor beam and pulled it into it's hangar bay. Medics stood by to treat the people, while the commander waited to talk.

The pilot and marines were pulled free of the wreckage; the men bloodied and unconcious. They lay in medical bays; silent, still, slumbering as the med-techs worked on them; until eventually the highest ranking officer; the Squad's Sergeant was able to talk. The Commander of the strange ship was called; as the soldier looked around in awe, fear and a helpless rage.

"Hello, Sergeant." The Commander, Captain Daniels said. "You are aboard the Megalodon, an Elite Star Destroyer. And you are safe now, son."

NSC Miltia
The Bridge

"Shoot! Why in the world are you telling us now!?!?" yelled the engineering officer.

"What is it?" replied Chancellor Keiji, who was standing looking at a tactical map with the Commander.

"We fried several temporary components for the Logic Drive...And those components are essential for the "Super-jump."

"Looks like we'll have to wait for the logistics group to come...Have Commander Marcus Kee, on the NSC Saga go with the 5th fleet to engage the enemy at Juria...Inform them that we'll be there in a short while."

"Affirmative, sir."

NSC Saga

The NSC Saga, is the main ship of the 5th fleet, which is comprised up of 2 Durandal class Star Cruisers, the Saga and the Saber. The mainstay of the fleet is made up of 50 Galaxy Federation Class Battle Cruisers and over 100 Nadesic Class High Mobile Battleship.

OOC: more on this later...

The Sargeant nodded. "Thank you....We thought we would die out there in the void. Only our faith in the God-Emperor kept us alive. Our ship is taken; our men lost. We emerged from the Warp to find a ship under attack by fighters. We deployed fighters, weapons, everything, but nothing worked. The Commander was going to direct our planetary bombardment weapons at them; but then something happened. We don't know where anyone is; but the ship is lost, all its data on our voyage, on Earth, the Imperium....All is lost."

The Sargeant nodded. "Thank you....We thought we would die out there in the void. Only our faith in the God-Emperor kept us alive. Our ship is taken; our men lost. We emerged from the Warp to find a ship under attack by fighters. We deployed fighters, weapons, everything, but nothing worked. The Commander was going to direct our planetary bombardment weapons at them; but then something happened. We don't know where anyone is; but the ship is lost, all its data on our voyage, on Earth, the Imperium....All is lost."
"All is not lost, my son. Our Emperor has called up our greatest ships to fight against the Enemy. Soon, we will find out where they went, and destroy them." Captain Daniels said, to bolster the young man's morale.

When the young man looks out a window, he will see not one, but four massive battleships ready for combat. Each one is about ten miles long and has cost trillions of credits to build. A superlaser is at the end of each one, able to crack the crust of an Earth-sized planet or destroy a ship in one shot.

The man gasped. "The Emperor would truly envy such a fleet. Even if this is but a bauble of a fleet; it would be enough to fight our enemies. Who were they? Our greatest shots were like beestings to them; our Navigator was killed; we feared the Warp itself would end up consuming us. Our fears nearly drove us mad; I saw many good men die; by the enemy and their own hand. But I want you to promise me; that should I die, you shall tell the Emperor, Marcus de Drakan, that we died in his name" He bowed his head.
"For the Emperor, any man would give his life; he protects, he teaches, he pacifies..."

The man gasped. "The Emperor would truly envy such a fleet. Even if this is but a bauble of a fleet; it would be enough to fight our enemies. Who were they? Our greatest shots were like beestings to them; our Navigator was killed; we feared the Warp itself would end up consuming us. Our fears nearly drove us mad; I saw many good men die; by the enemy and their own hand. But I want you to promise me; that should I die, you shall tell the Emperor, Marcus de Drakan, that we died in his name" He bowed his head.
"For the Emperor, any man would give his life; he protects, he teaches, he pacifies..."
"They go by the name of the Shivans, a name surely to go down into history like Lucifer of old." Captain Daniels said. "We will convey upon your Emperor your message."

"I thank you, you truly are a noble people. My Emperor would surely seek to better our relations with you, and make himself a friend of your people. I sense this is but a tasting of the coming darkness he has forseen for all mankind. These...Shivans, must truly be things of Chaos"

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post coming uber soon

OOC: Yay! Good to know! Will that also include one on the Japan thread?

The Shivans bumped this thread on the way to Hell's Gate.

OOC: I'm waiting for a reply!
:(

From Subspace the vast Shivan armada was descending from its dark and shadowy realm. The all too common blue haze of their rifts could be seen lightening the void that is empty but nonetheless claimed space. Emerging inside the Coreworld defensice perimeter at Hells gate the Shivan armada immediately began to deploy counter gravity fields to minimise the effects of the blackholes.

Meanwhile within the Juria system the Coreworld elite fleet had assembled and emerged with their guns ready and all too willing to open fire. Instantly recognising a Shivan Juggernaut manhandling an unknown craft, the Coreworld fleet opened fire with an Fury which would tremble Dante’s Inferno. The vast energy beams of the Coreworld turbo lasers impacted upon the vessles forward claws snapping them in two. The wreckage spinning off and smashing into the forward decks tore holes through the outer hull, tearing off the forward shield emitter.

With a hole in the forward shield the Sathanas Juggernaut didn’t have a hope, activating a self destruct sequence the Shivans prepared to die with honour, if such a thing was possible.

The vessel slowly began to break apart under Internal explosion while from the aft and hidden fighter bay a Shivan transport vessel emerged and quickly descended into subspace, within that transport the crew of the Ragnarok were imprisoned.

Bosch looking at the viewing screen looked in awe of the large space station known as Hells Gate. Its weapons and defensive capabilities instilling a sense of fear and pride in himself, realising that he would be the one to destroy it.

“Helm order the fleet to advance and open fire. I want nothing to survive.”

The Super Star Destroyer Emperor and his fleet was waiting for them. Even the large fleet (30 ISDs) sent to protect the children of Coreworlds knew that they were outnumbered, but they fought anyway. Green turbolasers and red beam cannons criss-crossed the sky yet again, some of them feeding the black holes. Dozens of fighters screamed down at the enemy fighters, while a mayday was sent to the Emperor at Juria, pleading for reinforcements.

Young Daniel Masaki aboard one of the colony ships that -Noir- provided watched the space battle with awe and fear. He could just about sense the dying trying to save him and all the other kids, and cried out for his father through the Force. Dad! Help!

Daniel... Andrew looked up at old Tenchi, who nodded.

"Sir, Red Alert message from Hell's Gate! It's begun, sir." The ensign's face was white. His little sister is there.

"Damn. Let Chancellor Keiji know!"

On an open channel to all ships in the system: "Form up and make the jump to Hell's Gate, on my mark!"

The Emperor knew that it would be a close call when the fleet arrived. He only hoped that nothing would happen to the colony itself...

"5...4...3...2...1...GO!" The hundred plus fleet of Elite Star Destroyers, 2 Super Star Destroyers, the 4 Sovereign Battleships and over a thousand escorts and thousands of fighters jumped together into hyperspace. ETA: Unknown.

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-Noir- Space Colony
Rakka

The dead silence was broken when the sound of the proximity alarms went off at full blast, the men stationed in the bridge all jumped and ran to their assigned stations.

"Commander Vanderkam, we have detected several FTL jumps several AUs from here..."

"Commander, Coredian intel have confirmed that they are Shivian vessels...Hundreds of them..."

"Not good...Give me their ETA."

"We have...30 mintutes...More or less..."

"We have enough time to inform the First Fleet."

"I've already transmitted the message."

"Good...Now inform the the fleet and the colonies to prepare for battle..."

NSC Miltia
Deep Core

"Commander, we have received a message from our fleet at Hell's Gate...A Shivian Fleet enroute to their location."

"Shoot...Inform Chancellor Keiji, NOW!"

"There's too many of them, even with the -Noir- fleet!" A captain shouted as the SSD took out a Ravena destroyer and is now engaging a Sathanas.

"Hold your positions! Don't let them pass!" Admiral Rommel ordered. "We must hold on as long as possible."

Even so, the Shivans simply swarmed over the fleets, firing their beam cannons and millions of tiny missiles. It didn't help that the Lucifer was basically impervious to the weapons fire thrown at it, as it impotently cut ships apart like paper.

Rakka Space Colony

Young Daniel felt the fear of the other children, as the Shivans moved ominously closer to the colonies. He felt his own fear, but as his father taught him, he squashed the fear, and tried to be brave in the face of terrible danger.

"There's too many of them, even with the -Noir- fleet!" A captain shouted as the SSD took out a Ravena destroyer and is now engaging a Sathanas.

"Hold your positions! Don't let them pass!" Admiral Rommel ordered. "We must hold on as long as possible."

Even so, the Shivans simply swarmed over the fleets, firing their beam cannons and millions of tiny missiles. It didn't help that the Lucifer was basically impervious to the weapons fire thrown at it, as it impotently cut ships apart like paper.

Rakka Space Colony

Young Daniel felt the fear of the other children, as the Shivans moved ominously closer to the colonies. He felt his own fear, but as his father taught him, he squashed the fear, and tried to be brave in the face of terrible danger.

NSC Ebisu
Hell's Gate

"Sir, we've launched the last of the AGWS units, they are being shot down like flies...And we are too close to fire the guns..."

"Hmmm...When are those guys from First Fleet going to get here?" muttered the Comander under his breath.

NSC Second Miltia
Docked inside the Space Colony Rakka, Hell's Gate

"Argh...Get those "petals" closed! They should have been closed before the Shivians reached here.!"

"Sir, we can't!"

"Tell me why!?!"

"Mechanical problems...Petal number 3 got jammed during the "super-jump"...We already have crews attempting to fix it."

"Hmmm...Tell me which sections are exposed."

"Sections 30 to...Section 50...They are the ones in immediate danger...It encompasses mainly the "ocean" sections and very few of the "land" sections...But..."

"But more people are concentrated in those "land" sections..."

"Yes, sir..."

"This is bad...AGWS squadrons 5 and 6 over there and protect it from enemy fighters..."

"Yes, sir...Squadrons 5 and 6 are enroute."

"Are all NPCs inside the shelters?"

"No...Sectiond 48 to 60 have only 70% in the shelters...All other sections are 100%"

"Shoot...Get somemore personnel over there to speed up the process...We need EVERYONE in those shelters!"

"Yes, sir."

"And tell me where in the world is First Fleet!!!"

"Yes, sir...On it."

NSC Miltia
First Fleet, Deep Core

"Are Division 1 and 2 ready for gate-jump?"

"Yes...They just need confirmation from Transfer Command."

"I see..."

"Sir, are you sure we shouldn't send the whole fleet to engage the enemy?"

"We will send the whole fleet after we clear enough area so that we can gate-out safely...So we won't end gate-out in the middle of the enemy fleet."

Bump for the Shivans!

anyone??? no one???

Admiral Bosch reading the sensor scans which detailed the battle was not impressed. The enemy vessels were strong enough and there was barely any weakness in their armour. Wait there was. A small hatch attempting to close was propped open by some malfunction. There it was, the way in. Bosch now ordering all ships to open fire upon the small weakness was largely ignored due to the fact that most Shivan warships were busy removing the large presence of automated defences. Taking up the controls Bosch himself piloted the Lucifer to within weapons range. “Open fire on that hatch.” Bosch demanded.

The Shivans as ever could only do what he demanded after all he was going to give them something which would win them the war and their history. All the weapons on board the Lucifer that started opening fire strathed along the enemy ship while only a anti-fighter beam managed to get a direct hit. It did have enough energy to puncture the hull, but would it do enough damage?

The Shivan capital ships now in perfect formation formed a wall of Juggernauts at the rear in case of any enemy reinforcements, while the bulk of the fleet was occupied with the installations.

The swarms of fighters dodging the intense gravity wells formed by the blackholes made constant attack runs and dog fights with the defenders.

This battle would either be a quick victory and a slow defeat.

A hull breach occured when the anti-fighter beam hit the section where Daniel was in. It wasn't very big, considering how large the colony is, but it was dangerous.

As the extreme pressure differential between the colony and outer space caused air to rush out and the water vapor to turn to fog, everything that was not tied down began the fly out of the hole, in a howling gale.

Most of the kids were in shelters, but unfortunately, a small eight-year-old boy named Naruto was caught in the wind, screaming. The boy managed to catch a jungle gym bar and held on for dear life, but his grip was slipping...

Clothes fluttering harshly in the gale, Daniel involuntarily used the Force to keep himself from getting sucked out the breach, when the screams of the smaller boy barely reached his ears. Though only eight and a half years old, Daniel decided to try and save the yellow-haired boy. He let the wind carry him to the jungle gym, and grabbed Naruto before his hands slipped. Daniel gripped the bar with his other hand, which was tricky because an eight year old arm isn't exactly able to hold on against the weight of two little kids being sucked out a breach.

Unfortunately for the two boys, a roof shingle smacked into Daniel's face, and he lost his grip on the jungle gym bars.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" They both screamed as they were sucked out the breach, tumbling into space itself...

"Leaf type: Vine Whip technique!" Alex Regalo shouted over the wind.

THWACK! THWACK! Two thick vines grabbed the boys before they went too far from the colony and reeled them back in. More vines lashed out for other children, but some were sucked too far out of the breach, and they would be drawn into the black holes and torn apart by the tidal forces. 10 children were killed this way, but 15 more were saved. Then he turned to the guys carrying a large metal sheet, thick enough to block the vacuum. "All right, now!"

The men let go of the sheet, letting the wind take it, and then the sheet slammed onto the breach, cutting off the wind.

Daniel and Naruto were breathing hard, and shaken up after almost dying.

"You ok, kids?" Alex asked.

"Y-yeah." Daniel breathed, but Naruto just started crying. "C'mon Naruto. I'll get you some ramen so you'll feel better."

"*sniff* Ramen? Yay!" Daniel lead the younger child to a shelter where ramen noodles were given out to keep the children happy. Daniel and Naruto sat down, eating the ramen and trying to forget what just happened.

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The Sovereign super-battlefleet finally reached Hell's Gate, and the 4 superlasers immediately opened fire on the nearest Sathanas dreadnoughts as the opening volley, before moving in with a mass of turbolasers and ion cannons with the rest of the superfleet.
"Surprise, surprise my friends!" The Emperor smirked. "The cavalry has arrived!"

Space Colony Rakka - Colony Emergency Command Center
Hell's Gate

"Sir, the breach has been closed...Minimal loss of structual integrity." said an engineering officer.

"Atmosphearic(sp?) presure returning to normal." said another.

"The petal number 3 is back up and operational...Closing in 5 seconds."

Withing five seconds, the gigantic piece of armor closed around the final part of the colony. The metal sheet which was used to seal the breach fell and landed in the "ocean."

ND-0100 Intrepid
5th Expeditionary Force, Deep Core

"All hands to your battle stations!" blared the PA system. "All hands to your battle stations and prepare for gate-jump!"

Hundreds of men and women could be seen running through the corridors and scattering to every which part of the vessel.

"Final call...All personnel to your stations...Gate jump in 10 seconds..." continued the PA. "5...4...3...2...1."

A brilliant light appears in front of the 5th Expeditionary Fleet, as the jump gate opens. The fleet slowly drift into the gate, which soon disappears after the thousand plus vessel Fleet disappears within the gate.

Space Colony Rakka - Shelter District 48
Hell's Gate

"Daniel? Is that you Daniel?" said a voice from further down the dimly lit corridor. "Hey! It is you! Long time no see!"

Loud footsteps of the person could be heard as he ran towards Daniel's position. The person was wearing a -Noir- Vector Industries Space suit and craddled his helmet in his left arm. His hair was messed up due to the fighting, but it was apparent that it would have been neater if he had not worn the helmet. His face was seemingly recognizable to Daniel, for he looked like his great uncle(not sure) Chancellor Keiji, but with out the signs of aging.

"Daniel! It's me Kenshin, or Ken...Which ever name you remembered! I'm surprised to see you here!" exclaimed Ken, who came to a stop in front of Daniel and another little boy who Kenshin did not know. "What happened to you? What is with the bruises?"

"Kenshin?" Daniel remembered the young man who met his father a while ago. "I'm so glad to see you! I was nearly sucked out into space, but good thing I survived...oh, this is Naruto. I kept him from going out the breach."

"Hi!" Daniel's smaller friend (despite being the same age) squeaked and smiled a bit.

"Kenshin?" Daniel remembered the young man who met his father a while ago. "I'm so glad to see you! I was nearly sucked out into space, but good thing I survived...oh, this is Cody. I kept him from going out the breach."

"Hi!" Daniel's smaller friend squeaked and smiled a bit.

"Hello...You guys must have had a rough ride...That's good they got that petal closed...Now it should be safe here..." said Kenshin.

OOC: eh...

"Yeah. Gotta be. I think my Dad's here!" Daniel suddenly saw a view of the Sovereign on a holoscreen. "Yeah! He's here!"

"Ah...I see...But I think it is safer for you two to stay here...It is too dangerous to cross over from the colony to the soveriegn...Oh...I've got an idea." said Kenshin, as he looked at the screen. "I'll take you inside the Second Miltia...So that you can tell Andrew how you are doing."

"Hey, thanks, Kenshin!" The young boy beamed.

"Hey, thanks, Kenshin!" The young boy beamed.

"Anytime...Just follow me." replied Kenshin.

Kenshin led them through the maze of corridors, that honeycombed underneath the colony. After a few minutes of walking and by travelling on the various shuttles that ferried people from one shelter to the next, they reached the shelter that was adjacent to the "Colony to Starship" dock. Here, they walked up the flight of stairs to the launch bay, where a shuttle waited to transport personnel to and from the surface of the colony to the NSC Second Miltia which is docked inside the colony.

"They can't have any direct throughfares between the colony itself and the NSC Second Miltia, because of the possible need to evacuate the citizens in the colony to the Second Miltia and to quickly separate from the colony."

"Anytime...Just follow me." replied Kenshin.

Kenshin led them through the maze of corridors, that honeycombed underneath the colony. After a few minutes of walking and by travelling on the various shuttles that ferried people from one shelter to the next, they reached the shelter that was adjacent to the "Colony to Starship" dock. Here, they walked up the flight of stairs to the launch bay, where a shuttle waited to transport personnel to and from the surface of the colony to the NSC Second Miltia which is docked inside the colony.

"They can't have any direct throughfares between the colony itself and the NSC Second Miltia, because of the possible need to evacuate the citizens in the colony to the Second Miltia and to quickly separate from the colony."

OOC:



Sorry for the hijack, but just saying hi... haven't seen you in a while. :)

OOC:



Sorry for the hijack, but just saying hi... haven't seen you in a while. :)



OOC: hey!...i was gonna post something in that freeing TBD thread...but it was too late to join...

"They can't have any direct throughfares between the colony itself and the NSC Second Miltia, because of the possible need to evacuate the citizens in the colony to the Second Miltia and to quickly separate from the colony."
Daniel pretended to listen nicely as he didn't quite understand what Kenshin was talking about.

Daniel pretended to listen nicely as he didn't quite understand what Kenshin was talking about.

The shuttle docked inside the NSC Second Miltia. As the air lock door sealed behind them, sealing off the docking bay with the rest of the vessel, Kenshin leads Daniel (and Cody) to the tram station.

"So, Daniel, how's your father?" asked Kenshin, as they waited for the tram to take them to the bridge.

ND-0100 Intrepid - 5th Expeditionary Force
Tranfer Column 5918b-193, Hyperspace

"Prepare for gate-out in 30 seconds..." said the Transfer Column engineer, who maintained watch over the various Jump settings associated with the "super-jump."

"Good..." said Commander Roderick, as he pressed the PA button on his console, in order to make an announcement. "Every get ready for gate-out...All personnel must be at their battle stations, and all Aestivalis pilots to your mechs! We don't have support from any Durandals until we clear enough area for them to have sufficient space to gate-out..."

"Gate-out in 10 seconds."

"All systems green for the Gravity Blast Cannon." said another officer. "Ready to fire once we gate-out."

"Good..." said the commander, who had turned the PA off.

Similar procedures, like this in the ND-0100 Intrepid, were occuring in all of the other Nadesico Class High Mobile Battleships that were in the 5th Expeditionary Fleet.

The shuttle docked inside the NSC Second Miltia. As the air lock door sealed behind them, sealing off the docking bay with the rest of the vessel, Kenshin leads Daniel (and Cody) to the tram station.

"So, Daniel, how's your father?" asked Kenshin, as they waited for the tram to take them to the bridge.
"He's a cool guy." Daniel smiled. "He's a Jedi and he can do stuff that he says I'll learn someday aannndd he has a green lightsaber!"

"He's a cool guy." Daniel smiled. "He's a Jedi and he can do stuff that he says I'll learn someday aannndd he has a green lightsaber!"

"I see...I was never that great with swords...Not like my father...Heh..." said Kenshin. "I'm more of a spear kind of person...Ah...There's the tram."

The sleek bullet shaped tram inched to a stop at the tram platform. A hissing sound was emitted as the doors slid open. Several dozen personnel exited the tram, as Kenshin and Daniel quickly rushed into the tram to secure seats, before the they would be taken by another rush of personnel that would enter the tram.

The colony ships would attempt to escape from Hells Gate however when there jump drives were activated all that would happen was nothing. The Shivan FTLi was far to strong and abundant for any Faster than light travel (includes inter dimensional stuff). Admiral Bosch aboard the STD Lucifer watched with glee as the ships were pulled back into the range of the Shivan weapons.

The fleet was continuing to deal blow after blow upon the Coreworld Sovereign fleet. The enemy superlaser impacting upon the juggernauts would cause an instantaneous explosion. However not all was lost. The fifty Juggernauts facing the rescuing fleet powered up their subspace weapons and prepared to open fire.

Meanwhile the Lucifer was continuing to attack the colony ships. Fighters dodged the vast amounts of weapons being flung over the battlefield while the Shivans were preparing boarding parties. The Lucifer heading towards the Colony ships at flank speed was suddenly caught in a gravity spike from one of the surrounding black holes. The ship suddenly being pulled towards it bent and twisted upon the stress before it finally escaped free, however the aft shield emitter was gone. The Lucifer was now venerable. The blue haze that covered the Lucifer in a layer of mystery was now revealed along with its paper thin hull.

Bosch upon the bridge was thrown upon a bulkhead, smashing his head he fell to the ground unconscious, the Shivans without any orders from the command structure suddenly brought the Lucifer to a full stop while the battle leader could regain consciousness.

The Hive mind was growing displeased at this total lack of deliverance from Bosch.

"Sir! The shields of the Lucifer has somehow been eliminated!"

"How?" The Emperor asked.

"Indications were that the gravitational pull of one of the black holes have done it."

"Really?" The Emperor asked. "Have a squadron of B-wings plus an escort of X-wings take it out! Time to finish off this villanous ship once and for all!"

"Yes sir!"

Fighting through the enemy fire, a squadron of B-wings flanked by X-wings proceeded to pounce upon the Lucifer, sending a wave of torpedoes and missiles at it with vengence in mind.

OOC: U.S. let you destroy the lucifer? and why didnt you tell me?

http://pages.sbcglobal.net/jedifreac/anakin/images/pic/random.jpg
Daniel at this time.

http://pages.sbcglobal.net/jedifreac/anakin/images/pic/random.jpg
Daniel at this time.

OOC: heh...*snort*...heh...sorry...it's like a little Han Solo

OOC: Technically, it's Anakin Solo, Han's second son. But yeah, it is a cute pic of lil' Danny.

OOC: what happened to this thread...
OOC2: oh...and please tell me to stop posting...i need to finish homework NOW...