NationStates Jolt Archive

Deep in the heart of First City, a UFO fanatic radio station accidentally intercepts a military signal and is now broadcasting a live feed...
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"This is Shadow Squad, we've set up a perimeter around the downed object. Ready to bring in retrieval. Over."

"Roger, that Shadow Squad, truck is en route to retrieve unknown craft. Space has already been cleared at Lone Eagle Air Force Base."

"Roger, over and out."
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Citizen X:Well, ladies and gentlemen, you've just heard it with your own ears. An intercepted military transmission reveals that an "UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT" has been sent to the airbase. I will be outside the east gate of said airbase. Anyone else who wants to know the truth meet me there in twenty minutes with considerable armament. THE SHADOW GOVERNMET CAN'T COVER THIS UP ANY LONGER! THERE ARE ALIENS AMONG US, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS IS ONE COVER UP THAT WON'T STAY HIDDEN! I-

He is cut off by the sound of a door being kicked in and gunfire before the transmission cuts. Twenty minutes later a massive mob in the hundreds converges on Lone Eagle Air Force Base's east gate and overwhelmes the guards easily. They pour into the compound and are met with Bradley IFVs and Marines. Blackhawks are scrambled, and, seeing how screwed they were, the UFO fanatics ran, only to have 200 apprehended by means of tear gas and stun prods. They are taken into a building in the compound and are not seen again. This wasn't the first sighting, however, as many bright lights are seen in the skies of Ruthless Slaughter. Many are shot down, some escape, all are unknown and do not exist. They are weather balloons and Air Force craft, nothing to worry about. Despite these statements from the government, all are skeptical. And the question still remains: Are they peaceful, or are these probing missions for invasion?

OOC: I just thought I'd make an alien/coverup thing. Anyone have similar situations?

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The Federation of Brandoniats emphatically denies any involvement with alien spacecraft. There are no UFOs, no aliens, no nothing. Have a nice day...




OOC: Can I join in on this?

OOC: This outta be good.

OOC:I am jumping in...
IC: MESSAGE! MESSAGE!
PRIORITY Z!
Fron Red Tide Goverment
To anyone who it might concern
"There are no aliens... the Red Tide goverment denies any involvement. It denies any existance of aliens. There are no aliens... good day."
END MESSAGE!

Later at the Red Tidean Palace
The Supreme Commander sat at the end of the conference table. Around it sat his ministers. The Supreme Commander spoke first, "Well gentlemen I must say we clamp down on the UFO fanatics and conspirators at once... they are proving too become a threat too our projects and plans." Minister Leonov, head of the Military and police forces, smiled. "Brilliant I will inform the police right away." Sara Blake, head of The Consortium(Red Tides spy/secret police/federal agency), spoke next in her cold voice. "I will inform The Consortium."

Later that day... a record 200 UFO Fanatics and Conspiracy freaks were arrested by Consortium and police forces on charges of conspiring agianst the goverment. 10 of them have been sentenced too death while the rest were sent north... never too be seen agian.

When the Cardinal heard the reports of supposed aliens he said "HA HA HA Aliens, who is stupid enough to believe in them?" he sadi to a young priest. They both laughed it off and the cardinal went on to the next paper.

"What's the word?"
"Bunch of nuts yappin about UFOs."
"UFOs?"
"Unidentifi-"
"I know what it stands for. What started the mess?"
"Some pirate radio guy in Ruthless Slaughter intercepted a military transmission to salvage an unknown craft and jumped to the desired conclusion. There was a riot at the airbase."
"Any Ganurathi civilians caught in the melee?"
"Negative. We haven't even heard of Ruthless Slaughter until now, at least not as a country."
"Very diplomatic name."
"Shut up, you two. How's the public responding?"
"Everything is going fine, except for..."
"Yeah?"
"Except for what?"
"A crash near the top of the volcano. It may be a meteorite, but if these nuts are right, and this crash was a UFO, the power core may be volatile."
"Assuming it has one."
"It's a basic assumption. Last thing we need is for the mountain that made this island to be back into habit, if you know what I mean."
"Send a salvage team. If anyone asks questions, we think it is a meteorite that contains volatile materials that may trigger the volcano and are relocating it to prevent an eruption."
"Yessir."
"Yessir."

“My President, I bring news of a foreign incident that may be of interest to you.” The aide placed a single sheet of paper onto the president’s desk. President Vasilov Ketarski glanced over the text and stared at this man who felt a conspiracy theory was worthy of his attention.

“Keep an eye on it, notify me of any developments as soon as they happen, understand?”

“Yessir, you’ll be kept up to date. As soon as I find out anything I’ll pass it along to you”

“Thank you, Comrade.”

"So next on the agenda is the issue of whether or not the Violetists get their wish for hum," before chairman Murdock could even finish his sentence the door to the council chamber burst open, "DAMMIT!! What happened this time!" he yelled at the messenger.

"Sirs, I apologize if I am interupting, but we have recieved an update from Ruthless Slaughter. They have apparently had an incident with an unidentified craft and a mob of Alien fanatics."

"Why is it always us. have we had any incidents with unidentified craft lately?" Murdock asked the representative of the Shenyang Inteligence Unit, General Garrett.

"Well, lets see there was the small fighter we brought down over the badlands, the inteligence photos of the alien cruiser in orbit, and around 5-6 other incident in the last 3 years." Garrett said.

"That's it. I'm calling a vote, all in favor of tightening all alien denial stories and moving all evidence to section 38, all opposed.... so that's 10-0 in favor of denying it. Alright send it, and make sure that we won't have any trouble with those crazies here."

Border Outpost 971, Coast of Doomingsland

Sgt. Joe Shultz, commander of the small anti aircraft battery, had just recieved a communique about strange lights coming from across the channel from Ruthless Slaughter toward his position...

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Well, this IS restricted airspace, so I suppose we'll have to shoot 'em down."

"Shouldn't we warn 'em?"

"Nah, too much extra work..." he said, elevating his ZPU-23 anti aircraft gun, and training it toward were the light was coming from.

The other two guns also did the same. Within 5 minutes, the lights came within view. Their were two blinking lights right next to one another, approaching the outpost rapidly.

"OK, prepare to fire!"

The guns calculated a lead on the lights...

"Open fire!"

The sky lit up with 23mm tracer rounds and bursts of flak as the shells collided with the lights. They errupted into one giant fireball before crashing into the water. A navy frigate on patrol moved up, and secured the area. An hour later, there was a full perimeter, and...something...was fished out of the water.
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Afterwords, word of the shootdown leaked to the public, but were immediatly reassured that it was a Cessna carrying drug dealers, attempting to infiltrate Doomingsland from RS, and peddle their insidious merchandise. However, a small group remained sceptical, and went out that afternoon in pleasure boats and dive gear to investigate. There was a "gas leak" aboard one of the boats, causing a massive explosion and killing the entire group, and sending them to Davy Jones' locker. However, forensic experts say the explosion was similar to that of a 5 inch gun...

"Sir, we have a status report back from the salvage team."
"And?"
"An unmanned craft with compatable technology."
"The reactor that powered the vessel was highly volatile. We were lucky it didn't get into the volcano. The detonation alone would have wiped us out."
"But how co-"
"We've isolated the vessel until we can safely power down the reactor. We can't work on reverse engineering anything without risking the reactor nuking us."
"It uses nuclear power then?"
"Indeed, but the substance is unknown to us. If it were on our periodic table, it would be somewhere around 130. Still can't be specific."
"Does anyone know about this?"
"Xanastrovia is trying to keep their eye on us, but only satellite survelliance could have seen anything. If that's the case, all they know is that it was a vessel, possibly a UFO judging by our cover."
"How can we discourage the assumption?"
"We'll announce that the vessel is a foreign satellite of unknown origin that was knocked out of orbit by space junk."
"What about our previous aliby?"
"The space junk stuck into the frame. That is possible, correct?"
"Slim chance. It will draw suspision."
"Then simply state the satellite was badly damaged from the initial impact and was contaminated with radioactive substances. As for the vessel itself, I want to remain updated at all times."
"I'm on it."
"I'll go check in now."

"Sir, we've done it."
"Congratulations. What task has been completed?"
"Two, actually. One lead to the other."
"Remember how that startup nation sent us the sex slaves?"
"We told them they were to be freed."
"Yes. As it turns out, they clip their slaves with compliance chips. Between the chips themselves and the detachment equipment, we were able to boost our neurotech by leaps and bounds."
"As it turns out, that extraplanetary vessel that crashed near the volcano needed a neural link to deactivate the reactor."
"Brilliant work. Was our story bought?"
"No response, so we can assume so."
"But sir, it's the material that was in the pod that was fascinating."
"Do tell."
"Schematics for extraplanetary travel. With a little funding from the Commonwealth and some reverse-engineering, we should be able to leave the solar system in a matter of years."
"Can we get off without funding? I don't want to hastle the region for our personal advance."
"Easily, but we won't be able to use the designs, just the technology."
"Personally, I think we could go without, sir. I've seen the prints, and these things depend heavily on everyone working together, which contradicts our normal operations on the level."
"So be it. What about military or medical technology?"
"Military has some potent material. Some sort of passive shield deflector that protects against spacial debris. Doesn't function in an enviroment with an atmosphere, though."
"Weapons are good too. No new weapons, but means to convert practially every weapon we've developed into a space-capable version."
"Medicine is minimal. No cures for cancer, but more potent drugs with fewer side effects."
"Anything about the origins?"
"No, sir. That information was lost after our volunteer was unplugged. Apparently that information doesn't feed in."
"What shall we do?"
"Pour funding into the space program, of course. We don't want to waste this technology."

R.L.:The hell was that?

Aid: An explosions, sir. From the dircetion of Doomingsland. It seemed to occur over the channel.

R.L.: Damn paranoia, one stray shot, and we get hit! This alien matter is getting out of hand. Did you tell the public otherwise?

Aid: *looks out at the plume of flame erupting over the channel* Everything sir, from weather balloons, to drug dealers getting shot down, to a forged transmission, to ravenous highway leprechauns. They stil demand an explanation! And after this *gestures toward window* I'm sure other countries will hear of this as well. It was, after all, a global pirate station.

R.L.: @#$%##%$#$%#!!!!! I want a mandatory curfew, all windows blinded and-

He is interrupted by a loud bang as the doors are pushed aside and a haggard old man dashes in...

Old Man: Did you see that?!?! IT'S THE ALIENS! Those crazy bastards across the channel just nuked one out of the sky! THEY'RE COMIN' TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!

Just then two Delta Force troops rush in and tackle the old guy to the ground. He is then led to a waiting Humvee and taken to a local military jail for the next few days to learn that aliens do not exist and it was just something he ate that caused him to see things that weren't really there.

R.L.: I want all security beefed up, DEFCON 2. All military installtions have triple the security.

Aid: At once, sir!
--------------The next day----------------
The press has amassed outside the palace, demanding to know about these "lights" and why civilian boats were blown clear out of the water while trying to investigate the crash site.

R.L.: Well, it wasn't alien-
There are shouts of "IT'S A LIE!" and "WHY SHOULD WE BELIEVE YOU?!?!"
A Marine fires a few shots in the air to shut the reporters up.

R.L.: As I was saying, it was a Cessna loaded with drugs. Just ask Doomingsland. The boats were from a cartel hoping to salvage some of the drugs, when coastal batteries opened fire and sunk them.

All of a sudden an obvious hippie burts onto the stage and shouts liberal propaganda:

Hippie: They didn't deserve it, man! That's so uncool, and we should also respect our brothers from outer spa-
He is cut off by a shot ringing out. As he falls, you see R.L. standing behind him with a Desert Eagle leveled right where his head was.

R.L.: This is why I respect DL so much, people like him don't exist over there. This conference is over. If you have any questions, ask Emporer Helldawg, he'll be able to explain it better than I.

No sooner does he finish than all boat rental shops along the coast sell out as a small fleet of civilian ships makes way to Doomingsland. R.L. was seen in his office laughing maniacally.

The Doom Citadel

Emporer Helldawg looked through his massive telescope toward the coast, and saw the boats heading toward the mainland.

"Damn hippies, why don't they stay on their side of the puddle..." he muttered to himself, dialing the High Command.

An hour later, the boats arrived back on the RS side of the channel, with all of the reporters bound and gagged on the floor. On one of them, a note was attached:

Keep your hippies on your side of the river! They're worse than sharks!

Afterwords, the government made a statement, explaining that the reporters had strayed into restricted waters, and the same explanation was givin for the explosions...for the third time in a row.

Ganurath sends a transmission to Doomingsland and Ruthless Slaughter stating what it will also be announcing to it's own population:
Ganurath has uncovered an extraterrestrial artifact and has reverse-engineered it for spacial technologies that will allow for extraplanetary colonization.

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"That ought to stir things up."

Deep inside the "nonexistant" military instalation known as Section 38 a team of scientists and engineers methodically noted every aspect of the fight esque ship that had been brought down. Apparently pilot had escaped, however since the canopy was present and there was no way it could have used an escape pod they decided not to think too hard about it.

"Is that an atomic power core?"
"Where?"
"Right in there, between the sides of the hull about 3/4 of the way toward the rear of the ship."
"Examines power core for a moment..."I think it is, but how does it use that for its engine. Are we not seeing something here?"
Well, lets move to the hole in the back of the ship. you know, from impact."
"Yeah, lets see if we can solve this mystery from there."

By now, the alien ship had been collected and thouroughly studied, along with the three bodies aboard. Thanks to the government's control of the media, protests were non-existant and disenters were denied their living priveleges. The reactor aboard the ship was like noting they had seen, and they had even discovered some sort of anti-missile defence system. This would be a most usefull find indeed...

"So, Matt, where not the only ones to have strange lights in the skys, or to have seen them. Rember when I was chased by the fighters of that alien Sisi?"

"I do sire."

"And now lights and ships are appeareing everywhere, we've already shot down 6 of them this weak, offically enermy planes of course, but still it'll leak eventually. No traces of anyone on board though. Didn't some of the slaves sent to investgate the wreakage die."

"They did, sire."

"Send this message to all the nations involved....."

[code]
To: Shenyang, Doomingsland, Ganurath, Ruthless Slaughter and Red Tide2
From: Aust.

We have reason to balive that we are not the only ones to have 'vists' from UFO's. We balive you have also. We are also lead to balive that we all have different information on tis phenomonom. We should share information on this and aid each other about coverups.

Emporer Palpatine the 4th.
Lord of Aust.

"So, Matt, where not the only ones to have strange lights in the skys, or to have seen them. Rember when I was chased by the fighters of that alien Sisi?"

"I do sire."

"And now lights and ships are appeareing everywhere, we've already shot down 6 of them this weak, offically enermy planes of course, but still it'll leak eventually. No traces of anyone on board though. Didn't some of the slaves sent to investgate the wreakage die."

"They did, sire."

"Send this message to all the nations involved....."


To: Shenyang, Doomingsland, Ganurath, Ruthless Slaughter and Red Tide2
From: Aust.

We have reason to balive that we are not the only ones to have 'vists' from UFO's. We balive you have also. We are also lead to balive that we all have different information on tis phenomonom. We should share information on this and aid each other about coverups.

Emporer Palpatine the 4th.
Lord of Aust.


To:Aust
From:Doomingsland

You are correct in assuming that we have recieved visits from these unidentified objects.
Needless to say, they have been eradicated, and those who wish to challenge our cover up have been disapeared.
With the widespreading of this phenomena, we have reason to believe these were probing missions of some sort.
We should prepare for the worst.


Emporer Helldawg V

Along the Northern Red Tide coast (my nation is a island)

Major Alexi Scrub was watching the air carefully for any of those flying boat planes that carried drugs...reports were a ton of other countries were shooting them down. Of course the goverment had given strict orders that if one was shot down The Consortium was too be called IMMEDIATLY. Then, in the dead center of the sky appeared some lights... in a triangle shape non the less... much like the "Belgium Triangle" UFO that appeared over Belgium in the 90s... or was it the 80s? BAH Anyways... it was most likely a drug plane. Shoot it down. A MDM(Missile Defender Model)-3 SAM was launched. He watched as the missile got closer... and closer... and exploded in midair as it was shot down by a laser from the drug aircraft... "So... the drug addicts bought a ABL, fancy-smancy show offs... fine... we will use guns." The TXL-10 Gattling Tanks opened up... their 35 mm gattling guns firing slowly at first but getting faster and faster and faster. Then the object simply burst into smoke and crashed into the ocean. He picked up the phone and called consortium Headquarters.

Within a hour Red Tidean WILLIE-WILLIE Destroyers were combing the water for the craft. It was recovered than shipped back too the mysterious "Roshenberg" base.

“Sir, it seems that what started out as one incident in one nation has become a rather large, international conspiracy.”

The President took a moment to finish scribbling some notes down on a scrap of paper before even looking up at the young woman who had just entered his office.

“Indeed it has. But I feel we need to watch things a little closer to home right now. We’ve had a sudden spate of reported sightings.”

“Sir, I think that may be more to do with the papers running stories about the 'alien invasion'. If something is big in the news, the people will say, ‘I saw them too! Run my story in the papers!’”

“Perhaps, but we should keep a close eye on the reports, and I want constant reports on any unidentified radar contacts, any strange lights, anything that may indicate UFO’s are inbound. Perhaps this isn’t just some wacko trying to make a name for themselves. And get General Josef Voss over here as soon as you can, I think he and I need a chat. Try his office, if he isn't there he'll be either in transit, or in the field. It is now a quarter past nine, I wish to have him in this very office before midday, ealier if possible.”

“Yes, Mr President. I'll find him right away, Sir”

It was a little before eleven when the General joined the President in his office. Vasilov smiled at his long time friend, now one of the highest ranked men in the Xanastrovian Army, and nodded for him to sit.

“Josef, how much do you know about this UFO problem?”

“Enough to know it makes me nervous. There are several nations that have been taking shots at these unknown craft. It makes for a highly uncomfortable international situation as far as I care. And if they do belong to some intergalactic species, I do not believe shooting them down is a good idea.”

“Certainly not, but international effects aside, how far into all this are we? Are any of the reported sightings within our borders credible?”

“The majority of them have already been explain, we've only had trouble with six of them. We’ve had our researches comparing descriptions with all known aircraft, cloud formations, light effects and anything else they can find that might explain them for most the past day, but so far they’ve turned up nothing.”

The president nodded slowly and looked his most trusted general straight in the eyes

“I ordered the entire military put on alert just after I requested your presence. I want every unknown contact investigated, be it in the skies, on the oceans or wherever. If they pick something up and can’t ID it, they will intercept it. They have orders only to follow, not to fire on it. The last thing we want is to start a war, especially with flying saucers. I want you to do whatever necessary, short of starting a war, to find out what the other nations know. Ask politely, bribe, coerce, do whatever you need to do, just find out who knows what. And get someone to watch the sources of those six reports you can’t explain. If any of them meet up, bring them in for questioning, we cannot overlook the possibility it is all just a hoax. As a matter of fact, I hope they are hoaxes, because the consequences otherwise do not bear thinking about.”

“I’ll see to it, and I’ll keep you posted should the situation change.”

“Thank you, Josef.”

R.L. types an encrypted message to Aust:


From the desk of Prsident R.L., Ruthless Slaughter

Yes, we have had many 'visits' in the past few weeks and the Inteligence Ministry is assuming the worst. These may be recon ships scouting for an invasion. Our homeland defense systems are on high alert and we're at DEFCON 2. We advise you to do the same. We won't be sure until we inside our craft, which we shall be doing shortly.

No sooner does he finish than RSNN comes on with a live broadcast:

Anchorman: ...And we now have exclusive video of the recent events that occurred earlier today...

Goes to a video showing a bird flying over First City when it seems to hit a non-existant wall and falls to earth with a sickening splat.

R.L. immediately dials the Military High Command.

R.L.: General Granger, why aren't our AA batteries firing upon that spot?

Granger: Well, sir, we don't want to alarm the pub-

R.L.:They already know dammit! Get SAMs to light that area up ASAP.

The air is filled with missiles as the SAM installations fire at thye cloaked ships. There were three. Two seemed to sustain heavy damage and took off, but one crashed in an empty football stadium, which was locked down and the large vessel was transported to the airbase.
-----------Lone Eagle Air Force Base, 30 minutes later---------
Upon examination, of which Marines were sent in first, they found it to be full of bodies and acrid smoke. The entire ship was clear, until they got to the bridge area. There they heard organized, non-mechanical clicking sounds. Upon blasting the door they saw one alive and looking over a fallen comrade. It looked up with glowing red eyes. (it's body and head was that of the aliens from Signs with the mouth, arms, legs, and tail from the aliens from Alien) It got up and lunged for a Marine, but was dropped by at least 10 tranq darts fired from the expidition team. It was them promptly put into a bio tank for study. (the large ship resembles a Jem'Hadar Attack Ship from DS9)

Bellhops
Use
Magical
Poop

We have moved to Red 5, and are pereparing for the worst. We suspect that it may be an invasion, probly from the forces of Lady Sisi (nation mname unknown). We must prepare for the worst,

On board a Austian U2 Satalite, orboiting above Ruthless slaughter

"jake, come look at this." The sargent was staring out of the window at a load of sining dots approching from outer spaces.

"Holy s***, what the hell are they."

"UFO's must be. Tell high command." As Jack ran to telephone the Austian commanders the sargent watched as linces of green light flashed from the dots towards to sattalight. There where massive explosians, all around the ship. Jack was trown from the terminal by one of the jets. A siran blared, someone was yelling, "Hull breach."

The Sargent climbed into his space suit and prepared to be sucked into the void. He ran across to the terminal and typed one message, 'We are under attack by UFO's, repeat we are under attack." He clicked send and was sucked into the void....


One of our U2 spy satalites has been attacked by the UFO's. prepare for immdiet invasion. They are heading for Ruthless Slaughter.

After study of the downed alien craft Shenyang's military has developed a pheasible space fighter. (based on the death glider from SG1 only better) We currently have 5 though a hundred are under production. We're mobilizing all 5 into Shenyang space for all the good it will do against an entire fleet. They are awaiting another hostile action by the alien fleet.

All over RS the air raid alarms sounded as 1000 Raptors were scrambled and Humvees patroled the streets, giving messages such as "Please return to your home, this is not a drill. Return to your homes, you will be safe there" The entire missile defense sytem was brought online while R.L. and other government and military leaders were evacuated to an underground command bunker. Many of the parks opened up to reveal STS missile installations, installed in recent years as government awareness of UFOs increased. A volley of 18 STS-24s were launched at the approaching fleet. The 5 space-based laser satelites that lay in orbit unused for years were brought to bear. They lost about 2 ships and were still heading toward Earth....

OOC: this could be a bad thing...

IC:

At the Jipleastani Royal Palace, King Lloyd was sitting on his majestic gold, diamond and silver throne having some coffee when his aide brust into the throne room with a message directly from General Gigen

"Sire, a message from the general."
"Don't just hold it there, give it to me."

As he began reading it he motioned for his aide to leave, which he did quickly.
It read,

To King Lloyd
From Grand General Gigen
"We have have been hearing reports all day from Doomingsland, and RS. It seems that they have a UFO problem, so far Doomingsland has shot down multipul UFO's as has RS. I advise you to put the military on alert and move up to Defcon 3. So far it has not escalated to the point of an extreme international inccedent, but it has the possibility to become one."

The King then called for his aide again, to send a message back to the general:

"Very well general, move up to Defcon 3 and put all the military on alert status. I will be in my bunker, send your messages there for now on."

"Aide."
"Yes sire?"
"Inform the propoganda minister to make sure noone gets to rambunxious over this, and send a message to all AA commanders, and tell them to keep all AA batteries online 24/7.

---------------Shenyang Space-------------------

Seeing the launch on radar and visually confirming the impact of several
STS-24 missles from Ruthless Slaughter the DG-3 pilots were given the go ahead on a strike against the alien fleet.
"Vandal, this is ground control, inform your squadron that you are to attack any targets of oppertunity along the outside of the alien fleet and return to Section 38 upon your first confirmed kill."

"Roger ground control, Polaris, Sabre, Reaver, Bludshot, form up into a delta on my six."

"Roger forming up."

Let's go, full throttle on my mark, fire on the small ship at the lower right flank of the fleet. Mark."

The DG-3's flew directly for the target ship, and once in range reformed into an X pattern, lasers firing at max speed. The target lit up as the laser fire hit, a lucky shot struck the engine and the ship began to list.

"All DGs break off and return to base."

As the DG-3s broke off the strike and hopped back into Shenyang space the ship they had hit went critical, it imploded in a flash of light.

"Target destroyed Ground, sabre took a hit to the wing, but he'll make it, and tell the design guys that this thing needs a cup holder."

Two of the orbital lasers were hit and burned up in the atmosphere, as had two spy satelites. The aliens were no longer fooling around. They now knew what to expect.

----------Lone Eagle Air Force Base----------

Scientist1: Well, it seems that their technology can be adapted for our use, but it will take a few hours.

Scientist2: Who knows, if we survive through this, maybe we can build a space fleet from this. *gestures toward the downed cruiser* Get engineers in here as well as pilots. We're going to learn to fly all over again.

OOC: This is, in fact, how my large furutre tech space fleet originates: with a single alien cruiser that had all control systems replaced for our use. I'll let a few more people catch up before continuing.

The Presidents was staring absently out of his office window when the inter-office phone gave its electronic chirp.

“Mr President, General Voss is on the line for you.”

“Put him through.”

“Vasilov?”

“What is it, Joseph?”

“Not good, that’s what it is. Our sources indicate that Ruthless Slaughter has moved towards full on war, and also have unconfirmed reports that Aust may have lost a satellite.”

“Damn it, something big must be happening. Listen to me, our survival as a nation may depend upon it. I want you to get all non-military flights on the ground as soon as possible. I want our entire air force ready to go airborne at any moment. In fact, I want half our planes airborne at any time. Also, bring the reserves to standby, and get the Ministry for Emergency Situation Management to prepare for wide-scale evacuation of population centres. Tell them there is a risk of nuclear attack, no mention of aliens, got it?”

“Yessir”

“If this escalates into a full on war, I don’t want to be caught half dressed.”

“Understood. I’ll get right on it. And Vasilov, may God have mercy.”

Both men hung up and Vasilov held his head in his hands for a moment, contemplating his next move.

We cannot defend against technologically superior invaders. Our forces will be massacred. Perhaps we should welcome these beings? Afterall, we have yet to launch hostilities against them. No, I would rather die than become a slave. We must band together to repel this threat.

He looked up and yelled for his secretary

“KATE! Get in here would you? I need you to take a message.”

Moments later a woman in her mid twenties entered the room carrying a notepad.

“Ah Kate, take this down, and send it on open diplomatic channels.”

Fellow nations threatened by invasion of unknown forces, as leader of the Peoples Republic of Xanastrovia I bring forth merely a suggestion. As individual nations, we may not be capable of defending our nations and people from hostile forces. Indeed, if but one nation falls, the invaders have a position from which to further their incursion. In such a situation it may become impossible to expel them. We will stand a much greater chance of success if we combine the best and brightest our nations have to offer. This is a worldwide problem and thus cannot effectively be dealt with by individual nations.

Vasilov Ketarski
President, The People Republic of Xanastrovia

Explosions can be seen across the channel, and aircraft are dispatched to intercept the UFOs. 800 Patriot PAC-2 batteries along the coast open fire on UFOs straying within their range, and AAA put up a wall of flak along the coast.

Doom City, Doomingsland

The massive propaganda towers begin to blurt out messages...

"All militia units are to assemble. All civilians are to return home, and arm themselves. The emporer has gone to DEFCON 1..."

Meanwhile, strange creatures were spotted on the ground within the capital, and fighting broke out in the streets. Gun ownership is cumpulsory, so werever the creatures fled to, they would come under fire from AK armed civilians. It was the nightmare of any invasion force...

The Doom Citadel

"My lord! They are in the city!"

"No shit? Like I havn't noticed that." replyed the emporer, taking out his AKM. "We stay and fight like men. To the death! For the empire!"

The marine garrison within the citadel had brought up the drawbrigde that was suspended over a river of lava, however, a UFO managed to beam creatures in...

The Royal Bunker was a hive of activity: advisors comign and going, aides to the left and right, and on top of it all reports were coming in like there was no tomorow. Some read: "Aliens invade neighboring countires!" others read "Is this the end of us all?"

"Sire, Shenyang appears to have been able to manufacture some space fighters out of a crashed ship."
"Very good, send a message to him saying that if we can be of any help we are here."
"Yes sire."

"Colonel get over here!"
"Yes Sire?"
"Get the message out to the Military Space Agency (MSA) to scamble our own space fighters!"
"We have space fighters?"
"YES, we do have space fighters, now go get that message out before I have you shot!"
"Yes Sire"

OOC: seeing as though I share a border with Doomingsland I can see explosions in the sky.

IC:

"Admiral!"
"Yes?"
"Get the First Fleet out to Doomingsland waters and try to take out some of those saucers before they can land anymore troops."
"Yes Sire"

As the fleets were being sent out and the air wings scrambled there was a sudden explosion in Pickle City, the capital of Jipleastan...

OOC: You'd be amazed how fast you can repair a DG-3 Deathglider repaired with automated service bays.
------------------Section 38-----------------

"Vandal, this is ground control, we are recieving reports that Ruthless Slaughter and Doomingsland are under attack, you have authorization to engage any target that you pick up."

"Vandal to Control, we understand preparing for take-off, all systems green."

The 5 DG-3s lift off vertically out of their bunker and began their run to RS who was bearing the main assault. The DG-3s transmit authorization to RS AA batteries and streak overhead at close to mach 4.7 (it is alien tech so it has inertial dampening).

"Flight engage all hostiles in the vicinity of the capitol, we are not letting RS have all the glory."

"Affirmative."

The DG-3s began making attack on the alien craft and strafing the aliens already on the ground. After each brought down around 4 craft the DG-3s were frced to break off when a call was recieved from Randova, the capitol of Shenyang.

"We are under attack from an alien force, all civilians have been evacuated, however we need support."

"Shit." Vandal said, "Let's go become heroes."
The DG-3s began the high speed flight back to Shenyang, hoping that the more conventional fighters of the airforce and the army could hold until they arrive.

-----------------------Section 38----------------------
The next 20 DG-3s had been completed and were being prepped for take off when the transmission had come in, the crews were launched and the fighters were seen streaking at mach 4.64 twenty feet off the ground toward the capitol. (So for those paying attantion I now have 25 DG-3s)

----------------Coded Transmission to Jipleastan-----------------

From: Chairman Murdock
To: whom it may concern

We would appreciate any help we can get, wether it is technologically, militarilly, whatever, just send it to the Odius emitter (only secure place currently) with what type of aid they are and equipment and I'll take care of the rest.

Meanwhile, a new aircraft had been developed from the alien technology, designated the F302. It would soon engage the aliens...

Lone Eagle Air Force Base

Scientist1: We've done it! Control systems installed and functional. What should we call her?

Pilot: Save it, we'll decide later. We're flying an unknown craft with only a few hours of training and the only we know about it is from some hacking sytems hardwired to the computer core. Let's just take her out and kick some ass!

Scientist2: Engines online, I think. Weapons charged.

The answer to his apprehension was soon answered as the craft moved forward out of the hangar. Escorted by F-22s, it joined the other fighters in the massive dogfight over First City. The light cruiser, armed with some kind of beam and projectile technology (phasers and photon torpedoes) was tearing through the invaders, who foolishly left their shields down, not considering the humans a threat. It seemed to be raining alien debris, which was rounded up by black vans almost as soon as it hit the ground and taken to the airbase. The battle was turning around.

Fellow nations threatened by invasion of unknown forces, as leader of the Peoples Republic of Xanastrovia I bring forth merely a suggestion. As individual nations, we may not be capable of defending our nations and people from hostile forces. Indeed, if but one nation falls, the invaders have a position from which to further their incursion. In such a situation it may become impossible to expel them. We will stand a much greater chance of success if we combine the best and brightest our nations have to offer. This is a worldwide problem and thus cannot effectively be dealt with by individual nations.

Vasilov Ketarski
President, The People Republic of Xanastrovia
President R.L. read the message on his private monitor and began to repsond.

To:Vasilov Ketarski
From:President R.L., Ruthless Slaughter
Believe me, any and all help would be appreciated. Their main force seems to be targeting RS. Our STS missiles and orbital lasers have kept the larger ships from getting close enough to transport a large amount of ground forces. Our main concern is the air battle. We have figured out how to use one of their downed ships and are using it against them. If you could send any air power sparable, please do so.

*-message sent*

The DG-3s came screaming into Randova with their cannons blazing, the alien ships were caught off guard and several smaller ships were downed before the they could react, they knew what the DG-3s were capable of, or so they thought. As the DGs began there runs they activated their full weapon suite, instantly 2 more heavy cannons and 6 smaller cannons activate, the cannons open up on the alien ships as 1800 other fighters from Shenyang alone came into weapons range. The sky was ablaze as beams and missles streaked across the sky some hitting, some narrowly missing. In the heat of battle the conventional jets were forced to pull out. Leaving only the DG-3s to deal with the rest of the threat. A battle cruiser from the alien fleet was disabled and crashed to earth, The ship was swarmed by 40 marines who proceeded to eliminate all resistance and secure the ship for transport. The Shenyang seemed to be turning in the favor of the human race.

Siesatian Central Intelligence Agency (SCIA)

"Sir, our sattalites have picked up strange readings coming from area 234, 547 on earth."
"What kind?"
"They are similar to those of the Demons."
"Launch a type three probe, and find out for sure." he said, rubbing a claw to his temple.

The Unmanned probe was launched, and began to search for any sign of Demons.

FYI- Demons are aliens that excist for no higher purpouse than to destroy life. We're just here to help out.

General Voss was watching the various contacts on the screen. So far the had only had two minor incidents, neither of which resulted in anything notable. A Lieutenant had just entered the room and was standing besides the General.

“General Voss, I have a message from the President.”

“Thank you, what does Vasilov want now? I see…Lieutenant, what is our current airpower?”

“One moment, I’ll pull up the details.”

In a matter of seconds the screen had switched from an image of the national airspace, complete with radar contacts, to a list of statistics.

“Presently, we have twenty-four MiG-25’s thirty-six MiG-23’s, fifty-one MiG-19’s, ten Tu-95’s --“

“Thank you, Lieutenant, now, the MiG’s, all three models are capable of intercepting other aircraft, correct?”

“Correct”

“Now, could we afford to send a few of these craft away from our front?”

“Sir?”

“Ruthless Slaughter has requested we send any aircraft we can spare.”

“In that case, I feel we could spare a dozen perhaps pushing up towards eighteen on the high end of things. Anymore and we would be leaving ourselves vulnerable if we come under attack.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, Prepare them for transportation, I’ll send a message to President R.L.”


To: President R.L., Ruthless Slaughter
From: General Voss, PR Xanastrovia

I have been asked to inform you that we are sending twelve MiG-19’s and four MiG-25’s to aid in the air war, should their assistance be needed. We will also supply the pilots to fly these aircraft. We regret we cannot send more, but our government fears that if we were to deploy a larger force it would leave our homeland vulnerable.

----------------Section 38----------------

"Damn, we're building these things like their snap together models, one after another after another.........."
"Shut up and do your job."

As this intelligent conversation is going onthe next 20 came online and were launched from the launch bay inside the base. These were meant to allow Vandal's flight to assist RS without fear of losing Randova.

------------------Randova Airspace----------------

"Vandal, this is Spectre, we are inbound on your location, feel free to go assist RS, we've got it covered."

Affirmative Spectre, Able flight set course for the capitol of RS, and get ready to deal with hell."

"Prepare for full call up, put the ARAF on Red alert, send up everything we've got."

"Sire."
----------------

All around Aust sirens blared and TV's and radions told the publi what to do, "Children please proceed to your Safe points. All resrves please proceed to your Bases. Children please procced to you..."

All Aust had been called up, every man and woman who had gone though there trainign camps had made there way towards there bases. The ARAF was scrambled and prepared to take off.

All Aust waited, waited for the enermy that would come. And then, out of the sky above Aust City, the aleins came.

Immdetly all the AA guns fired and there shots blazed at the enermy craft and blasted many from the air. Hundreds of smaller alein aircraft engaged the planes of the ARAF, to deadly results. There superior technology killing the Austian piolets. But the Austians forght back. The weight of numbers aiding them, and it looked as though Aust woud win.

Then out of the orbit came 8 larger, far larger ships. They seemed top be more than 5 miles long and they blocked out the sun. From them came thousands of smaller fighters, and the Austian defence was swept away. hundreds of Austian planes had been shot down.

The AA guns blazed away at the enermy craft, still downing many, but on the larger ships there shots had no effet.

Out of those larger ship plummited hundereds of drop pod upon Aust City, The ASS, Aust troopers and Reserves prepared to fight and die. The battle for the city was begun.

A small group of F302s prepared for take off at an underground VTOL base...

"This is Mobius One, requesting clearence for take off."

"Roger Mobius One, you are cleared."

The craft lifted off, shooting straight up, and accelerating to mach five. An enemy craft came within sight...

"Mobius One, fox two, fox two; two away."

Two AXRAAM missiles streaked toward the unwary suacer, and ripped into its hull, and sent it spinning out of control toward the earth, and errupting in a plume of smoke and flame.

There were still more targets...

--------------------Ruthless Slaughter--------------------
Vandal and Flight 1 came streaking into the battle over RS. An alien craft tried to break off to target a civilian target. No such luck. The DG-3s opened up on it with all the cannons on board. The ship exploded in a ball of fire and the DGs broke formation to engage separate targets.

--------------------Section 38--------------------
The downed alien craft from the battle over Randova was being analyzed by the same team that had developed the DG-3 and the DG-3A that were being used by the current pilots (the only difference is a cup holder :wink:).
"This thing is amazing, look at the complexity of this wiring. This is the most perfectly wired panel I've ever seen."
"That will mean nothing if you can't figure out what it does."
"I'm working on it."
They had so far figured out the flight controls, however the weapons were still inoperative.
"Well we know its got missles and a laser, we just have to find the panel that arms and fires them."
(The missles are quantum torpedoes and the laser is a phaser)
"That and we still need to find out how to use the computer core."

The skies above First City were filled with explosions as dropships came down, only to immediately become the main target of the SAMs. This was the RSAF's main tactic: Keep the fight to the air, as sheer numbers could overwhelme what they threw at us. However, 68 Raptors had been lost, but the captured cruiser was performing exceedingly well, decimating target after target.

-----------Top Secret Command Bunker, 8 miles under RS------------

R.L.: Status report.

Granger: We're taking a lot of losses, but they're losing more and can't get a significant number of troops down to put up much of a ground fight.

R.L.: Then all is going well. I see we have recieved air support from other nations. Thank them.

Granger: Already done sir. Nothing to do but weather it ou- Wait a second! They're sending in larger ships!

R.L.: Contact Doomingsland! Activate Project ODIUS!


To: Emporer Helldawg
From: President R.L.
Larger ships are coming. We need to use ODIUS.

Outside Jarsharif AFB:
AAA Gunner SGT.Timothy Wakes saw some unknow craft in the sky and called on Guard Freq UNKNOWN Craft should I shoot it down? Yes Timothy you have permission. Timothy fired the AAA gun at it and it came down in flames. Afterwards people saw some weird things happening.

"How's Project Exodus coming?"
"The chassis is coming along smoothly, albeit not very aerodynamic. The varient of the debris shield should make aerodynamics nonissue, however."
"The engine is coming along fine. We needed to substitute their power source with standard uranium, and we've installed a reprocesser to extend fuel supplies."
"And what about crew and colonists?"
"Crew was easily managed, and we've managed to get a fair ammount of colonists."
"Our message on alien technology to Doomingsland and Ruthless Slaughter have not increased immigration from those areas."
"Retransmit. What about the satellite conversions?"
"The colony is coming together nicely. It's vogon poetry, but it can fit over twice the number of our current colonist count and there is room for expansion."
"We are currently talking about 10,000 colonists, including myself."
"How's it functioning with the new technology?"
"The debris shield has made conversion expontentially smoother, and the alien drive system has made things both quicker and cheaper."
"Life support is almost self-sustaining. It can go for years without refueling."
"What about new attachments?"
"We're already working on construction of said attachments. We should be able to get enough for two million by (Friday afternoon IRL)."
"The hydroponics labs and water supplies are independent to each attachment. The colony will be completely self-sustaining, aside from uranium."
"How do we get more?"
"We've made designs for a mining vessel. There are plenty of uranium rich asteroids in the belt between Mars and Jupiter, along with building materials."
"We personally suggest we locate the station there once Project Exodus is complete."
"Sounds effecient. What about trade and interaction?"
"We'll be self-sustaining, but we'll require ships to maintain a military."
"We suggest trading with other space nations raw ore for finished vessels per specifications."
"Of course. But there's one thing that bugs me."
"Bugs you?"
"What is it?"
"Is it safe?"
"Only an explosive or extremely large object could penetrate the shield."
"The latter can be repelled, and the former can only be the result of an-"
"Attack on the colony. What if there are... unfriendly forces out there?"
"We have weapons, sir. And the cruiser we were briefing you on is armed with thermite turrets."
"We're safe."
"Prepare to launch for the colony. We're going to the stars."

The skies above First City were filled with explosions as dropships came down, only to immediately become the main target of the SAMs. This was the RSAF's main tactic: Keep the fight to the air, as sheer numbers could overwhelme what they threw at us. However, 68 Raptors had been lost, but the captured cruiser was performing exceedingly well, decimating target after target.

-----------Top Secret Command Bunker, 8 miles under RS------------

R.L.: Status report.

Granger: We're taking a lot of losses, but they're losing more and can't get a significant number of troops down to put up much of a ground fight.

R.L.: Then all is going well. I see we have recieved air support from other nations. Thank them.

Granger: Already done sir. Nothing to do but weather it ou- Wait a second! They're sending in larger ships!

R.L.: Contact Doomingsland! Activate Project ODIUS!


To: Emporer Helldawg
From: President R.L.
Larger ships are coming. We need to use ODIUS.
"Sir, R.L. has detected larger ships! We should activa-"

"Way ahead of you."

Mt. Doom Facility, Doomingsland

Within the top secret facility, the weapon known as ODIUS was being prepared to fire-

"Fire order confirmed. Targets entered. Requesting clearence to fire." said a liuetenant in charge of firing the weapon.

A general took out a key, as did the liuetenant.

"Turn key on my mark," said the general," Three. Two. One. Mark." both men turned their keys, and a panel popped up, displaying target information, and requesting fire codes. The general entered the correct code, and a big red button popped up.

"Pushing the red button..."

The silo door to the facility sprang open, revealing the shaft that lead to the weapon. A second after the door had fully opened, the weapon fired. A blue beam errupted from the base, reaching to the heavens, then bouncing off an orbital satelite, and coming down towards one of the motherships. A satelite recorded as the ship was sliced in half, spilling bodies all over the city, and sinking to the earth.

"Recharge."

It would be another twelve hours before it was fully recharged, and they would have to withstand the alien attacks.

8:09 PM
=+=+=+=Coded Message To Shenyang=+=+=+=

We can send alot of help in the way of militaristic aid, and economic aid. We believe that this is a major problem, We, so far, have not been attacked. We have scambled our space fighters, they can be sent to you at a moment's notice. We shall send some of our best scientists there to help you with the alien technology. We will also put our 2nd fleet in Shenyangian waters to take down some of the aliens overhead.

8:15 PM

The Jipleastani Television Network (JTN) is reporting that, moments ago, a massive explosion rocked Pickle City. Some eyewitnesses on the scene said that there was what seemed like a massive "beam-like" discharge from the sky. It leveled a sizeable portion of the city, incuding the finacial district and the automobile district, luckily the capital district was not damaged, and the King was not in the city at the time.

8:23 PM

"My King, there has been a massive explosion in the capital."
"Is it not plain to you that I ALREADY KNOW THIS?!"
"Yes, but it is my job to tell you things like that."
"Very well, get a team going to take a look at the damage."
"Yes, my king"

8:26 PM

After the large explosion that damaged the capital city was traced to the aliens that are currently attacking, the King ordered all military forces to go to Defcon 2.

OOC: time to reavel my nice 'n shiny space fighter (Ill put the specs out on another thread)

IC:

The newly formed Jipleastani Military Space Agency, today announced that it has compleated 10 prototype space fighters, and they are being sent into battle right away against the aliens that threaten this world. they have been working around the clock to complete these, we are currently sending them to assist Shenyang in defeating this mennace.

---------------ODIUS Emmiter Shenyang-----------------
"Sir, we've just recieved report s that Doomingsland has fired ODIUS."
"Well then it's time we let loose ours isn't it."
"Weapon charged, doors opening, weapon firing."
A blue beam erupted from the bottom of a crevasse in the Shenyang tundra. It bounced over and sliced through an inbound attack fleet. The smaller ships were instantly vaporized and the larger ships were cut into small pieces and in either case we can expect a momentary lull in the attack. Give us time to regroup and assess loses.

((OOC: RS, can I get in on this?))

The radar showed a group of almost three-dozen contacts approaching the east coast city of Henningfax at high speed. General Voss had already diverted the interceptors from nearby airspace to the approaching craft.

"How long until they reach the shores?"

"At current speed and heading, roughly two and a half minutes."

"And the interceptors?"

"En route, ETA is a little over two minutes."

"Are the costal batteries prepared?"

"Yessir, both batteries at Henningfax are fully operational. Orders have been given to put up a wall of flak and pepper the hostiles with triple A and SAM’s as soon as they enter range."

"Good, have you heard about Aust?"

"I have, it is a sad state of affairs for all of us."

"Indeed it is, Lieutenant, indeed it is."

* * * * *

When the twin costal batteries at Henningfax opened up on the incoming craft, all hell broke loose. Surface to air missiles streaked through the sky, cutting down four of the invaders before they even realised what was happening. In the distance the roar of Turmanskii turbojet engines was drowned out until the fighters passed overhead. The batteries fell silent as the five MiG-25 aircraft and six MiG-23’s passed overhead, diving down to little over thirty feet as they skimmed over the waves.

“Hostiles inbound, twelve o’clock low, looks like they’re trying to stay under the flak.”

“Roger that, Echo Two, have a lock on one, missile away.”

“Echo Two, Echo Four, stick with him, he might shake it.”

“Roger that, Echo Four, I’ll stick to him like ABC gum to a dress boot.”

Less than three seconds later the AA-8 hit home, lighting up the sky with a blinding flash and left the UFO trailing smoke and heading down to earth.

“Vixen Control, Echo Two, one coming in hard and fast to the east of Henningfax, took an Aphid in the face.”

“Roger Echo Two, will send ground forces to secure the crash site.”

“Vixen Control, Echo Two, cancel the party, triple A from the beach just turned him into chaff.”

“Roger Echo Two, party cancelled.”

“Echo Two, Echo One, I guess we’re at war.”

“Echo One, Echo Two, I guess so, now what d’ya say to getting’ these little green men outta our skies?”

* * * * *

“General Voss, reports are just coming in from Henningfax. All enemy aircraft downed or destroyed. Minor damage to nearby buildings, five friendly aircraft damaged, two destroyed. One pilot ejected and has been recovered, no chute seen from the second. Ground troops dispatched to cordon off and secure crash sites.”

The General looked at the young operator relaying the message to him. He must have only been twenty, and right now Josef Voss had doubts about him ever seeing twenty-one.

“Thank you, Comrade. I suppose this means we are now officially at war? Send a message to the president, update him of our situation”

“Yessir. Transmitting the message now”

“Keep me posted, I’ll be in the briefing room.”

* * * * *

In a secure bunker beneath the presidential offices, Vasilov Ketarski looked around at the faces that surrounded him. Everyone from secretaries to diplomats to men and women off the street huddled together. For the five minutes since reports of the first engagement had arrived in this shelter there had been nothing but silence. Every man, woman and child understood that their nation was at war, but few other than the president knew exactly against whom. Still, it would come out soon enough. If they survived this, the papers would quickly realise just what had happened. There was no chance of a cover-up anymore.

Doom City-

The battle had taken over 10,000 lives so far, and the aliens continued to come. The city now resembled war-torn Berlin, and people began to run low on ammunition. Children with .22 caliber rilfes could be seen hiding behind cover, and waiting for an alien to come within their sights. Armored support proved to be in vain, and the alien weapons could varporize tanks with a single shot.

Within the Doom Citadel, the fighting had gotten to be very bad, and the emporer and a platoon of marines were now hold up in the great hall. Several M240 machine guns had been set up, and sandbags had been placed. The emporer had everyone, including himself, fix bayonets, and prepare for a swarm of aliens to come bursting through the large steel-reinforced oak door. The emporer was armed with a customized AKM, with a flash suppresor, red dot sight, 75 round drum mag, composite stock, ect., while the marines were armed with XM8 and XM29 rifles.

Suddenly, pounding could be heard on the door, and all of a sudden, a claw went through. All of the men opened up on the opening, and heard something scream in agony. One man fired a 20mm grenade from his OICW, and purple blood flew through the opening in the door. They continued to wait for more enemies...

Back at the Royal Bunker:

Reports were coming in that the aliens were attempting to land in Jipleastan.
Seeing that the king's tactics were almost purley defensive, the aliens have had little luck getting their transports down, as they were being shot up with everything from SAMs, to Patriots, to AAA, to AA and everything in-between, along with tons of small arms fire. The Elite Defenders opened up on the enemy crafts with stingers, all 200 of them, missles wizzed through the sky striking saucers left and right. some going down after 1 solid hit, and others taking a little more persuasion.

((OOC: RS, can I get in on this?))

OOC: Be my guest. The thread's doing a lot better than I first expected.

IC: The battle had reached its turning point in RS. The Raptors had blown away much of the attacking aliens, but a few dropships made it to the ground. The air battle was over, but now a ground attack, something High Command never hoped would happen had developed.

---------The outskirts of First City, amid the ruins of an industrial complex---
The three dropships had landed, carrying 50 of the aliens each. They had unknown armor and as quoted from one soldier "big ass laser guns". As the Bradleys and Marines advanced, the aliens thought this would be easy victory. Then the sky filled with the sound of rotors as 20 RAH-66 Commanches sped ahead of the column of infantry and armor. They lit the area up with Vulcan cannons and rocket pods, killing 108 of the aliens and destroying the ships as they were lifting off. Then the troops came, letting loose grenades and giving them hell from the IFVs. That's when the aliens fought back with an all-out charge, blasting at the RS forces...

The convoy bumped and bounced its way along the frozen, potholed tracks, en route to one of the crash sites. Led by a pair of T-72’s, four BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicles following these with a further two T-72’s bringing up the rear. Each BMP carried seven of the elite Arctic Wolves Special Forces. Half of the men had already been involved in securing several of the smaller crashes, but this one was larger than any they had encountered before. It had taken heavy fire from both air and ground defences to damage it enough to force it down.

It was just after noon when they reached the crash site, and all the troops quickly disembarked and formed a loose cordon around the area whilst the tanks positioned themselves to provide fire support should it be needed. In the crowd a short but well-built sergeant took charge of the men

“OK guys, the tanks are deploying roughly one hundred yards from the crash, we’re to form a loose cordon around the area and wait for the Hind’s to get on site before moving in. They’re currently refuelling at Henningfax and should be here within twenty. Reports from intel in other nations indicate the alien weapons are capable of cutting through a tank, but it’s best we don’t give them a chance to give us a little demonstration. You see even the slightest movement around that thing, you hit it with whatever it takes to keep it down. Our research boys back a Lejinski would like us to bring them one home alive, but if that means we risk having to bring one of our own back in a body bag, then the scientists will have to wait. Right, keep yourselves evenly spread, and don’t leave any holes, last thing we need is one of these things getting loose.”

Just before 1220 the sound of a helicopter was heard in the south, and a pair of Mi-24 Hind’s clattered into view, skimming over the treetops. This was the signal to move in and clear the area of any resistance.

Within minutes the sound of gunfire echoed around the woods, accompanied by several unearthly screams. Then, at 1226 came a radio transmission they had hoped they wouldn’t hear.

“Charlie Six Niner has a man down, repeat, we have a man down.”

“Roger Charlie Six Niner, what is his status?”

“He’s dead, sir, one of those bastards sliced him damn-near in half”

Time seemed to slow down as those words came over the radio.

“Charlie Six Niner, we copy. Control to all units; treat any remaining aliens as hostile. Shoot on sight. Repeat, treat any aliens as hostile.”

* * * * *

In a command bunker deep under Kentov Military Base, General Voss sat reading the latest intelligence update. As far as he could tell, whilst these aliens were hitting several other nations hard, Xanastrovia had encountered very few. Perhaps Xanastrovia was of little interest to them? Or perhaps this was the calm before the storm. He leant forwards and looked at the most recent interceptions plotted on a map. As hard as he tried to read something into the lines, he could see no real point to these flights. As far as he could tell, they followed the same set of rules the first sightings had: Limited flybys of craft over areas of limited population whilst avoiding major military installations. The only difference was this time the groups were more threatening than a single craft.

“Shit! This isn’t the invasion! They are still probing our defences, just making it seem like this was the real thing so we’d show our true strength. And we played right into it. Dammit, why didn’t I see through this? Seems we have some real tacticians amongst the aliens. Well, they want to play it like that? So can we. If all goes to plan and our lads a Lejinski get of their backsides, we could be using their own weapons against them when the invasion does come.”

* * * * *

It was shortly after 1300 hours when the recovery team arrived and began dismantling the ship. The entire thing would be moved to Lejinski Military Compound for further examination, along with the seven alien corpses they had recovered. No one knew how much the researches would be able to understand. If you came out of this without gaining a single thing, then the life of one soldier and the careers of two others would have been thrown away for nothing. Once the entire recovery operation was finished, the sergeant got onto the radio back to base.

“Operation completed successfully, two casualties, one of which is a fatality. Convoy preparing to depart for Lejinski. Out”

He handed the radio back to the driver and stared down at his boots. Even amongst the turmoil in his mind right now, he one thing.

My Wolves are too damn valuable to be thrown away cleaning up crashes. For men to die because a few dozen geeks want this pile of junk is a great injustice. When we gat back I’ll make sure my C.O. knows I don’t want my company going out collecting any more of this pointless scrap.

In Aust city the battle was becomin bloodyer. Tjhe aliens lanings had all been made just to the east of the city, and now they where trying to fight there way to the center, to the Imperial palace itself. However it was becoming worse and worse for them, every street was full of determined men and women holding on, firing there guns at the enermy, throwing them back.

Aust city has a popution of over 1.5 billion, and around, 1.1 billion of them where preparing to fight. Civillians where stilla rriving at there reserve HQ's, legions of ASS and Aust troopers where moving towards the front. And then the legions of reserves began to move to.

The alien advance slowed and then halted 6 blocks in, they met the first of the Aust Troopers and ASS who had formed a defencive line right around the city. Those soildiers where reinforced by thousands of reserves, and even children as young as 8 who dreamed of heroism and picked up the weapons of the fallen.

The fighting raged in the skyscrapers, hundreds of storys high, and every story that the aliens took was paved with blood. Slowly they began to be forced back.

Austian skyscrapers are lined with walks between them, and troops poured over these to try to retake falled levals while the Aleins tryied to do the oppersit. Sheer weight of numbers meant the Austians could hold and push back the enermy.

Eventuall the to sides where drawn up along one of the first main Aust city moterways, over 40 lanes wide and on eatehr side skyscrapers. The men dug in, and slowly a network of trenches where dug.

the enermy advance had been held, now it be broken.

---------------Section 38----------------
"I've got it! We have weapons!"
"How do you know?"
"This."
The scientist hit a key and the phaser fired at the far wall.
"Hey, that wall alone costs 2 million dollars to repair!"
"Flight control, life support, weapons, shielding, all we've gotta do is repair that hole and we can bring this thing to bear."
"Let's get that fixed. What are we gonna name it?"
How, about the...hmm...Defiant."
"Good, lets get this thing fixed."

---------------Randova------------------
As the battle in the air continued a contingent of alien warriors advanced on the Government Center in the middle of the city.
"Okay, this is an emergency situation, might I suggest that we all arm ourselves." said Chairman Murdock.
He pressed a button and a panel on the wall opened up to reveal 2 SR-25 custom sniper rifles:sniper: and 8 AK-110 assault rifles:mp5:, the top of the line in Shenyang small arms. Using the same basic firing system as the AKM this weapon has a recirocating barrel, red dot sight composite stock, underslung 40mm grenade launcher etc. Each council member took a gun and took up a defensive positions at the doors and windows. No damn alien was gonna bring down Shenyang on thier watch. As they waited 20 marines 10 with M60E4s and 10 with SPAS-12s entered the room and took up positions to help defend the council members.

-------------Ruined Industrial Complex---------------
The battle raghed as the aliens' only foothold on RS soil was beginning to shrink...

Sarge: We're blowin' 'em back! Send on more Commanche run before an all-out charge!

With that, the 30 Marines and 10 Bradley IFVs charged with guns blazing. Realizing that the end was near, the aliens retreated into the ruins of one ship, producing a cylindrical device. After hitting a button, the entire complex erupted in blue light as the entire Marine detatchment and 7 Commanches were lost in the blast.

OOC: *sniff* I'm gonna miss those guys... :(

IC: As the air battle winded down, R.L. sent 500 Raptors to sweep and clear all alien forces airborne in other nations, along with 20 A-10s and the remaining 13 Commanches. The battle over RS was over, but the war for the world had yet to end...

BUMP :upyours: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper:

OOC: Don't mind the emoticons, I'm feeling creative yet bored.

-----------------Council Chambers------------------
Everyone tensed as they heard a clicking from the outside of the door. It seemed to be conversing with another alien. Despite the expert shooting of the 2 sniper armed council members several aliens had infiltrated the complex and were fighting their way through. At last the aliens burst into the room and were met with a hale of lead. In a matter of moments 2 alien soldiers had been reduced to rather disturbing blood spatters on the wall.
"That's two, so only 12 million to go."

0035
Command Bunker, Kentov Military Facility

“And so it would appear that whilst we have been preparing for the worst, it may not actually arrive any time soon. Latest intel from around the globe indicates air and ground battles against the alien forces are still continuing, however, as a nation we have yet to see any major ground conflicts. Granted, it may still be early days, and I am in no way suggesting we wind down our military status. General Voss has informed me it is his belief we have yet to endure the true invasion force. With all due respect to the general and his opinions, I do not believe the aliens are coming to invade us. We are an isolated nation, our lands spend nine months of each year under ice and snow, we are not going to be a target of--”

“Be silent, Commander.” Standing in the doorway just behind him was none other than General Josef Voss. “Perhaps you and I are working on different intelligence? My intelligence indicates the alien forces are not here to conquer our lands, but to destroy them, along with every man, woman and child who inhabits them. They are not coming to invade us? I would beg to differ, as would my friends and colleagues in Henningfax. Shall I read the latest communiqué from the military post there? ‘0027. Multiple waves of enemy craft have landed ground forces within the city. Military outnumbered and outgunned. Requesting immediate reinforcements and air support.’ So, are you still certain this is not an invasion? Yes, I made a mistake and revealed our forces strength too soon, however, we have the advantage of having to defend our families, homes and jobs. That always brings out the best in any military. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a battle to monitor.

* * * * *

0037
Central Exchange, Henningfax

The fire fight had been running for ten minutes now, and the aliens just kept coming. For every one that was killed, four more seemed to take its place. Many of the forces had set up a base of operations inside the central transportation exchange, tending to the wounded, directing the steady flow of reinforcements, and off to one side a squad of twelve Arctic Wolves sat fresh off the train in and were checking their weapons and preparing for the oncoming fight. Throughout this a single troop held the ear of the entire squad.

“I’ve heard rumours from the men who’ve fought these things already. Horrid things about them slicing men in half, snapping necks, drinking blood, cutting through tanks and dealing deal to those within. Many tales of the terrible, terrible atrocities they have committed against men, women and children, soldiers and non-combatants alike have reached my ears. I even heard one man call them ‘Devil Spawn’. I looked at the poor soul and smiled as he lay there, bleeding, and I spoke to him, I told him that those ‘Devil Spawn’ didn’t know what it means to kill indiscriminately, and that’s why we’re here: To show them just how to show no mercy, to slaughter all who stand in your way. This is ‘Alien Ass-kicking 101’ people, now let’s not be late for class.”

The entire squad stood, grasping their weapons firmly and headed towards the sound of gunfire and shelling. The battle had finally come to Xanastrovian soil.

* * * * *

TO: All nations engaging the alien nemesis
FROM: Xanastrovian Military Command

Hostile forces have landed in one of our larger costal cities. Currently their advance is being held by weight of fire alone. We are current dealing more casualties than we are taking, but the situation may deteriorate rapidly at any time. Any and all assistance would be greatly appreciated, however due to the similar situations many of you find yourselves in, we wholly understand if you cannot spare men or equipment.

-------------------Section 38 (big surprise huh)--------------------
"That's it, all systems green. Control this is the SWF Defiant we are requesting permission for take off."
"Defiant, this is Ground Control. You are clear for take off. Your destination is Xanastrovia, they have requested support so we're gonna give it to them."
"Roger, take off in 3,2,1, take off."
The Defiant rose from the base under escort from 10 new DG-3s. They set course for Xanastrovia and were soon disappearing over the horizon.

----Official Communiqué To Xanastrovian Government----
<OPENING COMM CHANNEL> We, as a people also under attack from the alien mennace, will do whatever we can to help another nation to defeat our common enemys, For it is said: My enemy's enemy is my friend. We can send the 3rd fleet out to your costal areas to bombard the shore with a most-likely devestating barrage. Also the 234th Bomber Wing will be sent to bomb the area. If this would cause any losses to you please do reply quickly, for this operation is being sent into motion as I am writing this to you.
<CLOSING COMM CHANNEL>

At The First Fleet, In Ruthless Slaughter Waters

The Flagship the HKS Dill Slicer's look out spotted saucers floating fairly low to the surface, about 800 feet up, he sent the message to the bridge, and the Captain, in turn, sent the message to all ships to open up on the saucers (all 35 ships). Flak and Missles flew into the air, catchting the saucers off-gaurd. downing about 40 saucers, the saucers responded by utterly vaporizing 5 of the ships. Still the aliens had no chance, after about 15 minutes the sky was empty of saucers, adn the Royal Navy was short 10 ships.

In the Great Hall-

"WORT WORT WORT!" came a growl from outside the door.

"Wha-" the man was cut short when a plasma bolt flew from the door, and struck him in the face. All of them opened fire as humanoid aliens poured through the door. When the bullets hit, an energy shield became visible. Most of the aliens wore blue armor, but one wore red. They apparently had mandables of some sort, and carried plasma weapons, and a strange weapon that fired out needles that tracked its target. The men continued to fire, killing a few, until another, gold armored one with a plasma sword stepped through. In the ensuing battle, everyone was killed except for the emporer, and the gold elite.

OOC:*cough*halo*cough*

0035
Command Bunker, Kentov Military Facility

“And so it would appear that whilst we have been preparing for the worst, it may not actually arrive any time soon. Latest intel from around the globe indicates air and ground battles against the alien forces are still continuing, however, as a nation we have yet to see any major ground conflicts. Granted, it may still be early days, and I am in no way suggesting we wind down our military status. General Voss has informed me it is his belief we have yet to endure the true invasion force. With all due respect to the general and his opinions, I do not believe the aliens are coming to invade us. We are an isolated nation, our lands spend nine months of each year under ice and snow, we are not going to be a target of--”

“Be silent, Commander.” Standing in the doorway just behind him was none other than General Josef Voss. “Perhaps you and I are working on different intelligence? My intelligence indicates the alien forces are not here to conquer our lands, but to destroy them, along with every man, woman and child who inhabits them. They are not coming to invade us? I would beg to differ, as would my friends and colleagues in Henningfax. Shall I read the latest communiqué from the military post there? ‘0027. Multiple waves of enemy craft have landed ground forces within the city. Military outnumbered and outgunned. Requesting immediate reinforcements and air support.’ So, are you still certain this is not an invasion? Yes, I made a mistake and revealed our forces strength too soon, however, we have the advantage of having to defend our families, homes and jobs. That always brings out the best in any military. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a battle to monitor.

* * * * *

0037
Central Exchange, Henningfax

The fire fight had been running for ten minutes now, and the aliens just kept coming. For every one that was killed, four more seemed to take its place. Many of the forces had set up a base of operations inside the central transportation exchange, tending to the wounded, directing the steady flow of reinforcements, and off to one side a squad of twelve Arctic Wolves sat fresh off the train in and were checking their weapons and preparing for the oncoming fight. Throughout this a single troop held the ear of the entire squad.

“I’ve heard rumours from the men who’ve fought these things already. Horrid things about them slicing men in half, snapping necks, drinking blood, cutting through tanks and dealing deal to those within. Many tales of the terrible, terrible atrocities they have committed against men, women and children, soldiers and non-combatants alike have reached my ears. I even heard one man call them ‘Devil Spawn’. I looked at the poor soul and smiled as he lay there, bleeding, and I spoke to him, I told him that those ‘Devil Spawn’ didn’t know what it means to kill indiscriminately, and that’s why we’re here: To show them just how to show no mercy, to slaughter all who stand in your way. This is ‘Alien Ass-kicking 101’ people, now let’s not be late for class.”

The entire squad stood, grasping their weapons firmly and headed towards the sound of gunfire and shelling. The battle had finally come to Xanastrovian soil.

* * * * *

TO: All nations engaging the alien nemesis
FROM: Xanastrovian Military Command

Hostile forces have landed in one of our larger costal cities. Currently their advance is being held by weight of fire alone. We are current dealing more casualties than we are taking, but the situation may deteriorate rapidly at any time. Any and all assistance would be greatly appreciated, however due to the similar situations many of you find yourselves in, we wholly understand if you cannot spare men or equipment.


This is R.L. of Ruthless Slaughter. We have diverted 20 A-10s to your location along with a 10 Raptor escort. We hope they will help.

Shenyang Council Building, Shenyang----------

Secret IC:3 Balckhawks flew low over the city, strafing whatever wasn't human. They bore the mark of the gold eagle, RS's standard. The Blackhawks mowed down any aliens on the roof as 15 Black Ops jumped out. They looked like something out hell, with all black armor and an All Purpose Vision Enhancement Helmet (APVEH) which gave the effect of glowing green eyes. They were all armed with MP5-A5s. Colenel Talbitt, squad leader was marked with a gold band around his right arm. The team quickly went to work, tying in ropes. Once that was done, they clipped onto them and rappeled down the building until they were outside the Council chambers where the aliens were swarming into the inner chamber. Their backs were to the window, big mistake. The windows shattered as hundreds of pieces of lead ripped through them and into the unsuspecting aliens, downing most of them. They then entered, and Talbitt knocked on the door.

Talbitt: Hate to ruin the whole "be a hero" thing, but the party crashers have arrived. Oh, and R.L. sends his best.

We, as a people also under attack from the alien mennace, will do whatever we can to help another nation to defeat our common enemys, For it is said: My enemy's enemy is my friend. We can send the 3rd fleet out to your costal areas to bombard the shore with a most-likely devestating barrage. Also the 234th Bomber Wing will be sent to bomb the area. If this would cause any losses to you please do reply quickly, for this operation is being sent into motion as I am writing this to you.

This is R.L. of Ruthless Slaughter. We have diverted 20 A-10s to your location along with a 10 Raptor escort. We hope they will help.

We thank you for your support. All non-essential personnel and civilians have already been transported out of the city along with all stable casualties. All troops remaining within the city are presently being ordered to take shelter underground. Henningfax is the only city to see ground invasion as of yet. It is located to the northern end of our east coast, and can easily be identified by a large fireball where a petroleum storage depot once stood. President Ketarski has given you authorisation to conduct costal and aerial bombardments, but has asked you do not land ground troops until he give permission.

Xanastrovian Emergency Situations Ministry

From: Aust
To: Xanastrovia
We shall help you as soon as possable however we are taking a beating, we have lost around half our airforce and around 9 or 10 million people.
----------------------
Aust City, near the highway
The assult by the Austians came at night on the 9th day, fixing bayonets to there wepons they charged at the ernymy baracades on the walkways, taking them at great expence, now the first skyscrapers wherebeing taken....

[i] 4 days later [/b]
Javali hauled his bayonet out of the alein carcass, the bodys of aleins and humans lay on the floor where the last 100 of the ernym had taken shelter, it had taken half a legion to dislodge them, and most of that half legion had died in the attempt, even now people where still clearing the bodys from the first skyscrapers to be won back.

He looked up, the alein craft was gone from the sky, the Austians appeared to have won, but at a price, over 56 million Austians had died in the fighting, and more would die later in hospitals.

But Aust had won, and now with the captured technology they would be able to develo there own weapons to win with.

-------------Shenyang governmental complex--------------
Murdock: "Well thanks for the assistance. We've still got 5 floors in this building plus all the others to clear. So pick a floor and get to work. We'll cover the fourth floor, so you should try the third. We can flank them on the fourth floor and wipe them out from 2 directions. They won't be able to concentrate on one side without the other shreding them. Once we clear the building I think we should blow the entrance to keep them from reentering and gaining a foot hold. I wish these bastards had some totally obvious weakness we could exploit. Wait, give me that alien weapon......"

-----------------Shenyang governmental complex----------------

General Hammond: "Too bad that alien weapon plan didn't work out."
Murdock: "Don't remind me, just keep shooting these aliens and stop picking apart my attempts at finding a weakness in their weapons."
Gen. Hammond: "Fine, where the hell are those Black Ops. We might need the Snow Guard if this keeps up dammit."
Murdock: "Agreed, how are we gonna reach them in this mess."
Gen. Hammond: "That office has a direct line to the Snow Guard based at Ft. Malice."
Murdock: "Cover me."

The Great Hall

The emporer stared into the eyes of his opponent. In a quick move, he dashed to his throne, and put on his helmet, a golden skull that had been worn by every emporer. When he put it on, his eyes began to glow red. He drew his massive curved sword...

"You...are...UGLY!"

He dashed at his opponent, and they crossed blades, the plasma having no effect on the blade. They stared into each other, and pushed away, and went in for more attacks. At one point, it appeared the emporer was about to kill his opponent, when he sprung up and impaled the emporer.

"Bwahahahaha! Wort wort wort!"

He kicked him back, leaving the emporer on the ground. The elite turned and headed to the door, believing he had won...

"Puny being."

The emporer dashed to him...

The last thing he saw, was the emporer's glowing red eyes.

The emporer picked the severed head off the ground, took a spear off the wall, and stuck the head on it. He walked out to the balcony, were his victorious army was assembled. He lifted the spear high, and pounded his chest, roaring in victory. His men knelt before him, chanting 'hail the victorious emporer...'

The battle had been a bloody one, 30 million dead, mostly armed civilians, rising to battle to slay the sub-human invaders. The capital lay in ruins, with the exception of the Doom Citadel, were the emporer's duel had taken place.

-----------------Shenyang governmental complex----------------

General Hammond: "Too bad that alien weapon plan didn't work out."
Murdock: "Don't remind me, just keep shooting these aliens and stop picking apart my attempts at finding a weakness in their weapons."
Gen. Hammond: "Fine, where the hell are those Black Ops. We might need the Snow Guard if this keeps up dammit."
Murdock: "Agreed, how are we gonna reach them in this mess."
Gen. Hammond: "That office has a direct line to the Snow Guard based at Ft. Malice."
Murdock: "Cover me."

Talbitt had the Black Ops com system switched to that of the Council to coordinate efforts. The sound of inhuman shrieks and gunfire can be heard over the cahnnel.

Talbitt: We're encountering heavy resistance in the stairwell. We're falling back and fragging it, then rappel down the elevator shaft to the fourth floor. After that's done, we'll take the third. You pass by and move on to the second.

As he says this, there is the sound of booted footsteps pounding up stairs as a voice yells,"Frag out!" a door slams and there is an audible BOOM.

Talbitt: That oughta take care of 'em. Moving to elevators, give us a minute, two tops.

The channel closes. One Black Op takes a last look down the stairwell. He nearly gags in his helmet at the sight of dismembered aliens, intestines leaking out and twitching in their final death throes. They then proceed to the elevator, force the doors, and one slides down, places a minimal amount of C4 on the door, and climbs back up. There is another BOOM as the doors are flung outward. The Black Ops then slide down to the next floor, clearing room after room with flashbangs, Their APVEHs shutting down for the duration of the flashes and coming back on seconds later. They made their way to the third floor and continued their objective: sweep and clear out anything not human.

We thank you for your support. All non-essential personnel and civilians have already been transported out of the city along with all stable casualties. All troops remaining within the city are presently being ordered to take shelter underground. Henningfax is the only city to see ground invasion as of yet. It is located to the northern end of our east coast, and can easily be identified by a large fireball where a petroleum storage depot once stood. President Ketarski has given you authorisation to conduct costal and aerial bombardments, but has asked you do not land ground troops until he give permission.

Xanastrovian Emergency Situations Ministry

A-10 pilot:This is Ravager Squadron, we read you. Coordinates vectored in and enroute. We'll see ya shortly. Over and out.

“Get everyone down into the level two basement, move the wounded first, and use the stairs, not the lifts. Once there, I want you to move everybody as far from the access points as you can. We’ll set up positions around every possible way in, that way we can keep them bottlenecked as the try and get to us. We also expect a heavy bombardment to commence any minute, so we have no time to spare. Move out!”

The room turned into a hive of activity, men carried their fellow warriors from danger, power was cut and the only noises to be heard were the shuffling of heavy boots, punctuated with the sound of machine gun fire, screams and the roar of aircraft passing low overhead.

“Fall back to the basement, they’re swarming towards us. We need to set up defensive strong points in the basement, send out a priority one message to all forces in the area.”

“This is an emergency request for any available support to launch an attack on an advancing alien horde, moving east along Exchange Road, location reference Bravo Two, Echo Eight. Fire at will, risk of collateral damage is minimal. Out.”

Aust wills end aid to Xanastrovia, 5 legions are on there way. My freinds, it appear that this enermy is mainly falling back on all quaters, I know you, like Aust have taken great losses however let us avenge them, now is time for revenge.

In Xanastrovian Waters:

The ships recieved the order from the King, and open fire with a barrage that no alien could be prepared for. 40 ships cruise missles big guns, little guns, machine guns, and even small arms fire, all opened fire upon Xanastrovian shores and slightly inland. The barrage caught the aliens under-eqipped, and by surprise. The results were devestating, the few saucers that were landed on the shore were blasted to pieces, and the alien barricades, and defensive positions were utterly obliterated.

“Sir, reports coming in from Henningfax. Heavy bombardment has sent panic through remaining alien forces,

General Voss shook his head and picked up a nearby phone “Request permission to initiate contingency plan ‘Invasion Bravo Six Three’. Yes sir, enemy is on the run, no sir, I do not believe there is any danger to our own forces. Yes sir, thank you sir.” He replaced the phone and looked around for a brief moment “Our men are underground you say?”

“Yessir, all were ordered underground some time ago in preparation for the costal bombardment.”

“And all are accounted for?”

“Negative, but it is unlikely all will ever be accounted for.”

The general nodded his head and picked up the phone again “This is General Voss, calling from Kentov Military Facility. I have been given Presidential Authorisation to launch plan ‘Invasion Bravo Six Three’. The target? Henningfax. Yes, Henningfax. Those are my orders. Please see to it they are completed as soon as possible. Thank you”

“Sir, Aust has offered support in the form of five legions, your answer?”

“Tell them we are grateful for all support, inform them of the planned strikes against Henningfax, and keep them up to speed as to how the land battle progresses, we don’t want them walking in on a fireball.”

“Yessir.”

* * * * *

Less than five minutes later six MiG-27’s were being equipped with modified drop tanks containing napalm, ready to drop this lethal cargo on the advancing aliens. The six tanks held enough napalm between them to turn a large part of Henningfax into an inferno. There orders were to drop the flaming death onto any groups of aliens, regardless of possible damage to surrounding buildings. They finally had their foe on the back foot, and now it was time to hit them hard, and fast

* * * * *

“Coming up on target area, it looks bad from here.”

“Roger that. Troops on the ground are holed up in underground shelters, so we should have a clear reign over the surface, just try and avoid any incoming fire.”

“Copy, we’ll clear out any alien forces we see.”

“This is bravo wing, I have a positive on dozens of aliens headed in random directions, altering course to fly overhead. Preparing to drop cargo. Cargo is gone.”

The tank crashed to the floor, crushing several aliens, but didn’t explode. Instead, the aliens reacted exactly as had been hoped; they moved to examine this strange object that had dropped from the sky. All the while a second aircraft was bearing down on the makeshift napalm bomb.

“Delta Six is inbound, have visual on the target. Firing now.”

30mm cannon shells shredded their way through the alien mass until once pierced the drop tank and flaming liquid was splashed across the street. For the next five minutes the MiG’s flew low-level attacks on the hordes of aliens, now gripped by fear as walls of flame surrounded them, cutting off their retreat and leaving them at the mercy of the prowling aircraft.

“Delta Wing is pulling out, we have delivered our cargoes and are returning to base.”

“Roger that Delta, congratulations on a job well done.”

* * * * *

“Reports are that much of the alien force around Henningfax is now in a full retreat, There are still some stubborn groups refusing to give up the fight, but they should be easy enough to mop up over the next twenty four to thirty six hours.”

General Voss allowed himself to smile a little “Casualties?”

“Unconfirmed as of yet, but early estimates indicate at least three thousand military personnel dead or wounded, estimates are that several thousand civilians may also be dead, wounded or missing. Of course, these numbers are only estimates.”

“Thank you, and all things considered, if we get away with such small losses I will be happy. No, Comrade, I feel once the true numbers are realised the death toll will be in the tens of thousands. We must be thankful that so many nations with whom we have had no prior contact were willing to come to our aid. If they had not, we may still be fighting tooth and claw against these alien invaders. As it is, however, we are now left with little more to do than remove the remaining pockets of enemy resistance.”

“Yessir. Quite true.”

bump bump bump!

"Sounds like they don't needs us sire."

"aye, send the legions anyway, however also send out a message to all our allies inthis war"


From:Aust
To: Everyone.

It seems as though the alein threat has been beaten off, at the expence of millions in Aust and elsewhere. However they may be back, we should be ready to fight once more. i propose we call a confrence, in Aust City, about what to do toiprove our defences.

Command Bunker: Deep under RS---------

Gen. Ross: Sir, alien threat nuetralized and/or under control.

Gen. Granger: Should I call back Ravager Squadron?

R.L.: Make it so.

Security Advisor Talmadge: We're recieving a message from Aust.

R.L.: Transfer to my console.

The message appears and R.L. peruses it intently. Finally he stands and walks to a waiting Blackhawk, en route to Aust City.

OOC: I'm thinking about finishing it up with the end of the conference. If you guys want another bigger invasion, I can do that as well.

“Sir, forces within Henningfax have just reported in. General Voss has relayed the message direct to us. They say the whole place is a mess, but the alien threat is now little more than a mild annoyance, one which they are rapidly clearing.”

“Get EMERSIT to work right away. Keep the civilian population in Henningfax underground for at least another twelve hours. When you do bring them up, I want them moved directly to the transport exchange and placed on trains. I want a total cleanup to be completed within the week.”

“Yes Mr President. We’ve also heard from Aust. They are suggesting a conference to discuss how to deal with this menace should it appear again.”

“Good, that is the logical thing to do after this crisis. Inform them that I will be attending personally. I think you should also contact Lejinski, have them prepare a 747 of the Diplomatic Corps in time for my arrival.”

“I’ll get right on it, Sir.”

“Thank you, Comrade.”

Secret IC: Cloaked alien flagship, somewhere in orbit.

**Translating from alien to English**

alien: Commander, we're are the only remaining ship. Our technology has been captured. Pull out?

Skreeb: Yessss... We run for now, but they won't be gone long. We'll return, just you wait...

The ship turns and leaves, just as the ship captured by RS moves past. Many more are in production with new systems as we speak.

BUMP
Can we at least tie up loose ends?

OOC: Interesting

IC: In Aust City the preperations where being made, the Imperial Palaces great hall was being deked out in the nations satandards and in sicientific facilatys they where being made ready for inspection. The Emporer himself was driving to see the allied leaders arrive at the airport.

Onboard Xanastrovian Diplomatic Corps 747

President Ketarski was silent, as he had been for most of the flight. The same could be said of most of his staff. Henningfax had been all but levelled. Tens of thousands were estimated to be dead, with thousands more wounded and homeless. The battles had been short, but they had been costly.

“Sir, we are making our final decent now, we should be on the ground soon.”

“Thank you. Do you have word from home?”

“Unfortunately not sir, although I am sure General Voss has everything well in hand.”

“He will, Comrade. I have known him for many years and he is a capable man. I just wish I knew what was happening in my own country.”

“I’ll bring word as soon as I have it.”

* * * * *

Commercial District, Henningfax

General Voss walked alone through the empty streets of Henningfax. The destruction all around him was beyond belief. He found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets, past smouldering buildings and scattered bodies. There was one body, untouched, slumped against a wall, as if only resting. All around him shops gutted by fire and smashed by artillery fire creaked and groaned, as if having somehow found a voice for their pain and fear. He looked at the burning husk of a T-72 and offered a short prayer for the fallen to whichever god would listen.

An F22 piloted by the emporer set out for Aust for the coming discussion....

Reports came in from Xanastrovia that the aliens were massacured, and the aliens were pulling out from nearly every neation. Their leader was killed in Doomingsland, Ruthless Slaughter litteraly slaughtered the aliens, In Jipleastan peace was in the air, Xanastrovia was hurt badly, but they would recover, and everyone got some good technology out of it! Who could be happier!?
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I will attend the conference.

The King ordered for his Royal Jet to bring him to the conference

The Blackhawk set down on the roof of the Imperial Palace in Aust City. R.L. and his senior staff: 5 star General Malcolm Granger, 4 star General William Ross, and Chief of National Security Bradley Talmadge stepped out and made their way down through the large palace to the Great Hall, marveling at the architecture and decor along the way.

The Emporer stepped up to greet the visitors seemingly oblivius to the ice band snow that cascaded around the palace (OOC: Aust is in Antartica.) He was wearing Austian cermonial dress robes and a golden halo sat upon his head, he bowed, first to the men from Ruthless Slaughter, then to those from Doomingsland, finally he bowed to those from Xanastrovia. "Welcome my freinds," he said, his voice yet unbroken,
"I welcome you to the Imperial Palace of Aust, and I suggest that you come inside immdietly, I and used to the cold air and snows of Aust however I realise that you are not and it would be a great shame if you died after all the great deeds that have been done."
"I balive thatw e come at the turn of the tides, the enermy forces have attacked and been routed now we must fight back. But these great matters must wait until we come to the great hall, please come." And with that they followed the Boy Emporer off the platform and into the palace of Aust...

--------------2 days after the battle, Randova--------------
Murdock: "Attention citizens the attack on our nation has been dealt with. We are in the process of finding and destroying the perpetrators. If you see any starnge looking beings inside of any of the cities we urge you to report it to the local military installation. Please under no curcumstances go near these beings."

OOC: So what do you think, I say that we should try to come up with a cover story, and maybe later go after the alien homeworld ourselves. That would teach them to mess with us.

The Emporer stepped up to greet the visitors seemingly oblivius to the ice band snow that cascaded around the palace (OOC: Aust is in Antartica.) He was wearing Austian cermonial dress robes and a golden halo sat upon his head, he bowed, first to the men from Ruthless Slaughter, then to those from Doomingsland, finally he bowed to those from Xanastrovia. "Welcome my freinds," he said, his voice yet unbroken,
"I welcome you to the Imperial Palace of Aust, and I suggest that you come inside immdietly, I and used to the cold air and snows of Aust however I realise that you are not and it would be a great shame if you died after all the great deeds that have been done."
"I balive thatw e come at the turn of the tides, the enermy forces have attacked and been routed now we must fight back. But these great matters must wait until we come to the great hall, please come." And with that they followed the Boy Emporer off the platform and into the palace of Aust...
The emporer was dressed in his black ceremonial armor, his sword on his back mounted scabard, still stained with the blood of his slain enemy. He followed the emporer, his large steel boots clanking on the ground.

R.L. and his senior staff followed the Emperor into the Great Hall, very happy to get out of the cold. Talmadge was scanning his PDA, becoming appraised of the situation and cleanup process.

Talmadge: Sir, total losses have come in. 20 Marines, 30 Bradleys, 60 Raptors of which 17 pilots ejected safely, 7 Commanches, and 4.6 billion dollars in property damage. We were fortunate, only 5 civilians were killed, they tried to hold off an alien with paintball guns and Beretas. The early warning system worked.

R.L.: Good, good. But the alien threat is beaten back at the least for now. We shall focus on reconstruction after we return from this meeting.
(now to the Austian Emperor) We have at least 20 reconfigured models of the captured cruiser, and many more are on the way. We have decided to call them the Attack Cruiser class. Perhaps in the future they can be upgraded to better defend this planet.

The great hall was huge, a long stutcher with huge wall that seemed to soar into enternaty, the Emporer was used to this of cource but smiled at the visitors reactions when seeing it. "Sit Gentalmen, sit as I say we have much to do. Tough first I balive that you could do with some food before we go to the war room for a breifing."

Since the Emperor had left with the majority of the fleet to complete the final stage of their plan, the Earth-based island of 0micronis had been unnervingly quiet. The major cities had only a handful of people left living in them. City centres were as dead as the grave. And the Military Command Base had so few Gerash soldiers left, it was almost a joke.

Commander Grak was the highest ranking military officer left on Earth, their refuge for the past 2,000 years. 0micronis was to become a distant, small colony in the far reaches of the New Ghargant Imperium. Until said Imperium was formed, however, 0micronis was just boring.

Grak was in his office, tapping two ale mugs together. He'd got them from the abandoned reekhouse on the outskirts of the Central City. The owner and all its employees had long since departed as conscripts. The military personnel, with the exception of the Gerash of course, frequently travelled to the various abandoned public houses for wild, destructive parties, consuming all the alcohol that remained. He'd taken these two from that place just because he wanted them. When a military commander has two ale mugs to keep himself occupied, he knows his career has gone down the tube.
His door bleeped, a rare occurrence during on-duty hours.

"Enter," he grunted, putting the mugs down and looking up at the door. The sparse sheet of metal slid to one side and a tall Ghargonian stepped through.

"Sir, intelligence reports numerous human reports of 'aliens' all over the place," he said, partially amused, partially worried, although the snout of a Ghargonian didn't allow much facial expression. "It seems there have been several 'rather' bloody engagements."

"An amusing, if useless report, lieutenant," Grak said, sighing. "Do any of these reports involve our own forces, or civilians -- what's left of them, that is?"

"No sir," he said. "It is possible that they have been encountering Vrak ships. The tactics used by the aggressors are very similar to what we know of the Vrak, though we have no way to be sure. Or, it could be an unidentified power local to this sector that the Imperium never documented."

"Well, we have no ships left," Grak said, standing up and putting his clawed hands behind his back. "We have no mechanised ground forces left, most of our infantry is gone. In fact beyond the defensive barrier around our little sanctuary island, a handful of rabid Gerash and a couple of fliers, we have nothing in the way of an army here. What would you have me do?"

"Laugh, sir?" the lieutenant suggested.

"Harharhar," the commander chuckled. "I won't shed any tears. Several of our ancestors were brutally murdered by them when we first arrived here. They probably asked for it."

"Maybe we could offer our support, sir?" the lieutenant suggested. "Offer to help defend them against future encounters with foreign species? Build a bridge, that's the term those humans use frequently, I think. An amicable first contact may negate the need to hide from them altogether."

"Yes, and become the subject of laboratory experiments," Grak snorted. "We've been here for 2,000 years without being discovered by anyone but early tribes, I don't plan on being the one to reveal our presence, not when these barbarians have sufficient weapons capabilities to actually hurt us."

"Better now than when they have sufficient technical capabilities to actually find us though, no?" the lieutenant suggested. "Besides, if this planet is attacked again, only this time via all-out orbital bombardment, we'll probably need each other's help. You probably noticed that we're not exactly working with all hands on deck at the moment, sir."

"No, lieutenant," Grak said firmly. "When the Emperor is awoken and the fleet contacts us from Ghargonia Prime, take it up with him if you want. I will not take such a foolish step without his authorisation. I imagine you would be stripped of rank for trying to break the silence."

"As you wish, sir," the lieutenant nodded. He performed the Ghargonian salute; basically, raised one hand, with his palm pointing sideways, and punched it as hard as he could with his other hand, and marched out.

"Naive youth, pfft," Grak sighed, shaking his head. "Reveal our presence indeed... heheheheh..."

He picked up a communications device and held it up.

"Corporal janHi," he said, and waited.

"Yes sir?" came a response.

"This is Commander Grak," he informed the corporal. "Please launch a cloaked surveillance drone; I want to see what damage has been done... also, have the visual logs from our cloaked satellites transmitted to my office."

"But sir, the drone has had some trouble with its cloaking device lately, we still haven't fixed..."

"I don't care," Grak snapped. "Just try and keep it high up."

"Yes sir, I'll get on it right away," the voice said enthusiastically, and cut off the signal.

"More foreign species on Earth," Grak said thoughtfully. "How interesting. I hope it wasn't us who attracted their attention..."

He picked up his two mugs and started playing a tune with them again.

RS fleet yards, Ruthless Slaughter:

Engineer: Alright, we've got twenty of the new ones ready for testing, and four more in production. Limiting the number of these alien ships in our armies really sucks!

Supervisor: SILENCE! You mock the orders of the President? The numbers are fine.

With that, he hits a button and two Marines enter and drag off the loudmouthed engineer.

Supervisor: Fool, he has no idea how powerful these things are, but neither does the President. Perhaps I will have to show them...

He slinks off to put together his nefarious plot, whatever that may be.

Section 38

The SWF Defiant landed at its docking pad after flight tests. The ship was given a thorough diagnostic. Thes tests had been speed and weapons tests involving the ship leaving the atmosphere and engaging several satillites that were no longer operational at maximum velocity. Basically they took the ship and used it for spacial clean-up of debris from the previous engagement and excess satillites. That and they cut-off people's ability to steal satillite by taking out pirate satillites that were known to be in orbit.

"Well I guess I owe you 50 tij, not a scratch."
"Thank god we're building more of these. We're building what 30?"
"Total, yeah. That and there is that other 'special project' we have on the drawing board."

Grak was woken up quite abruptly. He almost fell out of his chair. There was shouting going on outside the metal door. Then, a thud against it. The door slid open.

Two Gerash wandered in casually. Gerash were similar to Ghargonians in many ways, though different too. The head of a Ghargonian was sleek but long. A Gerash, on the other hand, had a slightly smaller snout, but a much wider skull. They were also substantially more bulky than Ghargonians, which made them very bulky indeed. Massive muscles rippled under their scaly skin, providing them with more than twice the strength of a Ghargonian.

Between them, they held a comparatively puny looking humanoid creature. It was an ugly, grey creature. Its skin could have been scaly too, or just rough, it was hard to tell. The humanoid struggled in their grasp, but they held it firm. One Gerash reached up and put his huge hand on the back of the alien's head, and slammed him down against Grak's metal desk. The humanoid calmed down at that.

"What the hell is this?" demanded Grak. "Do you HAVE to put that on my desk?"

"We caught it," one of the Gerash said. They weren't very smart, but they were formidable warriors none-the-less. "It not alone. We kill others with plasma rifles."

"Where did you find it?" Grak asked, bending down to look at the creatures face. It had mandibles, apparently. The Gerash had removed its clothing, or armour, or whatever it had on before they found it, as was standard procedure -- to prevent concealed weapons being carried. Well, almost prevent. It depended on the determination of the foe, really.

"Dakaar province," the Gerash grumbled. "It in forest. Crashed ship there."

"Tactical assessment; would it be safe for you two to leave?" he asked. They couldn't talk Ghargonian to save their lives, and their maths skills were abysmal, but when it came to tactical analysis and combat thinking, the Gerash were unmatched. They had to be good at something besides picking heavy things up, after all.

"He weaker than Ghargonian," the Gerash told him. "He break almost as easy as human."

"Very well, you two can go," Grak nodded. The Gerash violently shoved the prisoner against the metal desk, and walked out. They took position outside his office, just in case.

Grak looked down at the thing. He walked around the room, looking him over. It raised its head slightly, its eyes showing that it was dazed.

"Who are you?" Grak asked calmly.

The alien glared at him for a few moments, but said nothing. Grak sighed and pulled out a translation device from a drawer in the desk. He used it to scan the brainwaves and the layout of the vocal cords to see if there was any correlation within their ancient databanks. If not, he could use it to start a new translation file. The tiny screen flashed red; there was no match. That didn't rule out that this was a Vrak, as the Imperium never engaged in dialogue with those species they intended to destroy, and these were ancient Imperium logs after all.

Grak thought silently for a moment. This could be one of those 'aliens' that had been attacking the humans before they left. It is possible that Imperium ideals aren't accepted throughout the galaxy, and this creature could speak English. Grak jogged his memory as to some simple English phrases, and spoke up.

"Who are you?" he growled. English really wasn't designed for the Ghargonian throat, but it was understandable.

The alien looked him up and down, an apparent look of disgust on his face, but said nothing.

Grak sighed, and suddenly launched himself at the alien. He grabbed its small throat, hoisted it off the ground, and pinned its head against the roof.

"WHO ARE YOU?" he bellowed, holding him up with just his right arm. The alien made some gurgling noises.

"Take.... erk... your hands off me... *cough* you filthy Ghargonian scum..." it said in an older version of Ghargonian. Imperium Standard. Grak pressed harder against the alien's throat again, stepped back slightly, and released it. It dropped to the ground with a thud.

"I knew you'd know at least one language," Grak snorted, and slammed his foot into the creature's side. It slid across the concrete floor and slammed into the wall, growling. "Now, who are you?"

"You don't remember my species?" the alien said, gasping. "You almost destroyed us. But we are strong. Stronger than you. We survived, we moved away from our homeland, and we flourished. Now it is WE who shall build an empire."

"Stronger than I?" Grak said. His mouth pulled back into the closest a Ghargonian could come to a smile, bearing all his curved, sharp, white teeth. "You lie on the floor of my office, naked and injured. I stand proud in Ghargonian armour, your blood on my boot. Who is stronger here?"

"That is why your Imperium could not have lasted," the alien snorted, struggling to get up to his feet. "You value brute force over spirit and passion. Our will is strongest."

"Why are you here?" Grak asked.

"To expand our borders," the alien said. "Though, it was not as easy as our probes suggested it would be. Years ago, our probes made a tactical assessment and they were listed as primitives. Now, they are strong enough to bring down our ships."

"These humans have a surprisingly strong will," Grak said. "We have been here for 2,000 years, and they have gone from stick-wielding thugs to harnessing the power of the atom. They are still thugs, but they need to fill out papers before they wage war on themselves."

"Why are YOU here?" the alien asked. "We did detect strange power readings, but we never thought to find YOU here."

"That is none of your concern," Grak snapped. "I am asking the questions here."

"The Imperium does not 'ally' with anybody, least of all primitives," the alien thought out loud. "Unless... you are the rebels, aren't you?"

Grak sighed, and slammed his fist into the alien's skull, knocking him back down again. "I said, I AM ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!"

The alien sat up, rubbing his head.

"Now, how many warriors were in your unit?" Grak asked.

"Five, and your savages killed them all!" the alien snapped. "A standard hunter-seeker contingent. We had been damaged by one of those human aircraft, but we escaped their weapons range. Until we found your energy barrier."

"Now for the important questions," Grak said. "Are your commanding officers planning to try again?"

"I would not know," the alien said. "I am a simple soldier."

"Indeed," Grak said, and pulled his pistol from its holster. He fired a plasma burst at the alien. His arm dropped off as a ball of hard-plasma blasted through his flesh and bone. It lay sizzling on the floor.

"AAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the alien wailed, part roar, part scream. He tried to clutch his 'stump', but he burned his hand.

"This plasma pistol can be fired over 400 times before it requires a new cell," Grak told him calmly. "I can effectively cut off every limb you have and still have enough to start on your lower torso. So long as I don't hit any vital organs, I can probably do quite a bit of damage before you finally die. Or I suppose I could hand you over to the Gerash. It's been so long since they had a subject, and they do love a good torture session. They're very good at it, you know. Or..." Grak began, bending down and placing the barrel of the gun against the alien's head. "Or, you could tell me what I wish to know, and you can die quickly and painlessly."

"I... AGGHH... I think my commanders were very set upon finishing the job here..." the alien stammered. "I don't really... AGGH! I don't really know anything else... they could try again, they don't take defeat too well."

"This is a good start," Grak said. "Now, did your superiors know we were here? Are you the only ones who know we are here?"

"No!" the alien gasped, still trying to touch his smouldering arm. "I... we... we didn't know you were here! I told you that! We... we wouldn't have flown into your energy barrier if we knew it was there! I think we're the only ones who found it!"

"Excellent," Grak nodded. "I don't suppose you know if they left anyone else behind in their retreat?"

"I've been here getting SHOT AT, remember?!" the alien snapped. "No I don't know!"

"Why Terra?" Grak said, finally.

"It... it was supposed to be easy..." the alien sighed. "Our commanders said this would be little more than target practice against some angry locals. We were just expanding our borders. Terra was easy pickings! Or... so we thought..."

"We may want to take a look at your ship, afterwards," Grak told him. "As we would any incursions into our territory. Is there anything we should be aware of before looking it over?"

"Haha... uh... ha, no," the alien laughed. Grak sighed and placed his pistol against the alien's knee. Or, what looked like his knee. It would remove his lower leg anyway, whatever it was. "OK OK, yes, yes, there are several booby traps. There's a lifesign detector that will detonate the ship if aliens are detected, and there's a computer virus that will destroy the files and set the engine on overload if you use the wrong access codes."

"Which are?"

"Cre laka pelos, mak eta vi estumak," the alien said. Grak wasn't familiar with the language, but it was recorded by the translator so he could learn it later.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Grak smiled -- sort of -- and stood up. "GERASH! IN!"

The metal door slid open and the two bulky dino-humanoids walked in.

"Here's a new toy," Grak said to them. "Play with it until it breaks."

"Huhhuhhuh, yes," one of them said, and they hoisted the one-armed alien up to his feet and led him out of the room.

"WAIT! You Ghargonian filth! You said you'd kill me! With a shot to the head!" the alien screamed back.

"I lied," Grak said, amused. "Mercy is for weak creatures such as yourself."

The alien could still be heard screaming in the distance. Several hours of screaming later, Grak realised he forgot to ask what species he was. He laughed. Too late now. He looked through the window to see the Gerash dumping a mutilated grey corpse behind their barracks.

The lieutenant walked through the door, looking in that direction curiously right up until the wall was in the way, when he looked around at his commander.
"You send for me sir?" he asked.

"Yes," Grak nodded. "I have been thinking about your earlier recommendation. I have some semi-valuable information regarding that piece of pulverised scum flesh out there. I was considering sending a translated recording to the humans."

"Why, sir?" the lieutenant pondered.

"Because, talking to that alien, I realised, nobody much likes the Ghargonians," he explained. "Which is, as I recall, one of the reasons our ancestors tried to gain control of the Imperium all those years ago. If we are to 'build a bridge', as it were, it would be logical to do so with the species we have shared a planet with for two millennia, no?"

"Yes sir," the lieutenant nodded.

"I shall send it to them," he said. "But, I shall not do so directly. I will still not reveal the location of 0micronis. I shall rebound the signal off multiple human satellites before they even pick it up. That should be enough to hide the point of origin. From them, anyway."

"I shall bring you one of those unusual human transmission devices, sir," the lieutenant said. He saluted, and walked out of the room. Grak hoped he knew what he was doing. If he was going to get off this rock, he was going to need a radical piece of innovation to do it. This seemed as radical as anything.

To: Humanity
From: Commander Grak, New Ghargant Imperium Colony, Terra (Location: Unknown)
Re: Foreign Species

The New Imperium is aware of you. We are aware of your recent troubles. We are Ghargonians. We are what you humans may dub 'extra-terrestrials'. We have been living amongst your kind for quite some time now. If we meant you harm, you would already have been harmed.
I am afraid I cannot tell you who your attackers were for, as you will see, I neglected to ask a prisoner we recently held here. According to questioning, it was revealed that they do not give up easily, and they now hold you in higher regard. I would be cautious in future, if I were you. Or, I would strike now while they are on the run, though we understand you have little in the way of space faring capabilities. Ghargonia does. We maybe able to offer assistance, if asked nicely enough.
For the sake of furthering inter-species relations, I have attached a translated sound recording of a recent questioning session with a prisoner. A prisoner which you may have found useful yourselves.
There is very little of solid use, besides maybe some information on troubles you may or may not have been having with your recent 'acquisitions', but all intelligence helps. Especially when you know as little about your enemy as I have been led to believe by my own intelligence forces.
Contact with us can be achieved with your own communications frequencies on a constant broadcast. Eventually we will hear you.

Luck be with you. Death to all.

Commander Grak, Temp. Commander of Ghargonian Terra Forces.
Gerash Training Facility.
Ghargonia City.

[OOC: 'net problems kept me from getting this up earlier, hopefully the problem is solved, and I'll be able to post when I feel like it, not when my connection feels like it.]

Vasilov smiled softly as the warm air of the palace embraced him. Whilst he was used to the bitter cold temperatures of Xanastrovia, he found little better than the warmth of a building. The same could not be said of his personal guard, who currently found anything above freezing the equivalent of a hot summers day on the equator having spent the past month in the freezing wastes of northern Xanastrovia undergoing survival training alongside a group of young men who hoped to become a part of the Arctic Wolves, Xanastrovia’s most respected special forces division.

Both the president and his guard were in military dress uniforms, each with polished medals pinned on their jackets breasts, their peak hats carried under their arms once inside the palace and a highly polished 7.62 mm double-action revolver sitting on their belt, a purely decorative addition. The President’s Guard also had a small, handheld computer, and was tapping at the screen with a pen, frowning. After several seconds he leant towards the president and spoke in a hushed voice.

“Sir, news from Xanastrovia puts the current death toll at two hundred and ninety-four, with a further seven and a half thousand or so still unaccounted for, although many of those may be alive and well, either within Henningfax and yet to be logged as alive and well, or outside of the city, again, not logged as alive and well.”

For a few seconds the president was silent, as if lost for words, or perhaps trying to control his emotions.

“Those numbers are still high, say only one quarter of those unaccounted for are dead, that brings the total to just shy of two thousand two hundred, and that in such a short battle. Lives aside, the cost, both in lost equipment, spent munitions and the cost of rebuilding Henningfax has to be in the hundreds of millions, perhaps even the billions.”

After a few more exchanges, spoken in unbroken Xanastrovian, both men fell silent once more. Not until they were being seated in the grand hall did either man speak again, and then it was but a formal “Thank you” from the president.

To:Ghargonia
From:Shenyang

Shenyang sends it's thanks to you. We have until recently been unable to enter the engine room of our prize. This information is appreciated greatly and we will repay this kindness any way that is deemed necessary.

R.L.'s PDA beeped, signaling a message sent from the Citadel. After reading it, he was utterly amazed. He excused himself to the bathroom and began typing a reply:


To: Ghargonia
From: President R.L. XX of Ruthless Slaughter

We were unaware that you even existed. I'm glad you made yourselves known in this fashion, as any earlier and your message would have been traced from satelite to satelite until the source was found. You would then probably be victim from ICBM strikes of many nations before a second thought was given. However, in this circumstance, I'm sure you won't mind being treated with complete suspicion along with our acceptance of your help. If it intersts you, we with other nations have utilized downed alien craft for our own purposes. We have a light cruiser of some kind, which we're mass producing. End Transmission

RS Shipyards----------------------------------
The supervisor made his way down the hall towards the large hangar bay where completed ships were kept. His goal, to level First City and then to flee to the aliens and side with what he percieves is the more dominant race. He entered the hangar, almost devoid of personnel as it was lunch break. He crept on board an Attack Cruiser, the Fiery Ascension.
How appropriate he thought to himself. The craft took off, with Marines unloading at it, the bullets bouncing off. As he was lifting off, two Raptors flew on either side of him.

Pilot: This is a restricted launch. Land the craft and you will not be-

He is interrupted as a blue blast shoots from the cruiser and hits the fuselage. The pilot ejects as the other fighter broke off and swooped in on an attack run.

Pilot2: Fox 2! Fox 2!

Two missiles streaked towards the craft and damaged it, but not enough to bring it down. The F-22 followed the craft as high as it would go, but had to turn back. The disturbance now reported, the two remaining space laser satelites fired and crippled the craft as it was geting ready to level the capital. As the ailing cruiser burned up, the last words on the fanatical supervisor's mind were: The fools! They know not what they did! The invasion is only prolonged! The craft was incinerated and fell in dime-sized pieces into the sea.

OOC: Can I join in on this?

I, too, would like to join. May I please?

I, too, would like to join. May I please?
But of course, all are welcome. Doom's surprised the thread hasn't died yet, so I'm rubbing it in his face. :D

Grak toyed with his plasma pistol. He'd completed all the paperwork which he had to do today already, which included a grand total of three rifle production requests. He was so unbelievably bored by now that the pistol was looking very friendly. Suicide, or homicidal rampage? Grak was unsure of which way to take. He should probably wait until he heard word from the fleet before making such a decision. Questioning a prisoner had been entertaining, but until investigations of his crashed ship was complete, there was nothing, as before.

One of his underlings came into his office, placed a datapad on his desk, saluted and walked out. Grak looked shocked for a while. Did this young officer just hand him something to do? He wondered if the analysis on the downed foreign species' ship had been completed already. It's not like there was anything else they could have been doing, so he wouldn't be surprised. But, no, it was a communications log. It had been translated to Ghargonian, a difficult task in itself considering the complexity of sounds and guttural growls in Ghargonian language. He lifted the pad and read its contents.

To:Ghargonia
From:Shenyang

Shenyang sends it's thanks to you. We have until recently been unable to enter the engine room of our prize. This information is appreciated greatly and we will repay this kindness any way that is deemed necessary.

To: Ghargonia
From: President R.L. XX of Ruthless Slaughter

We were unaware that you even existed. I'm glad you made yourselves known in this fashion, as any earlier and your message would have been traced from satelite to satelite until the source was found. You would then probably be victim from ICBM strikes of many nations before a second thought was given. However, in this circumstance, I'm sure you won't mind being treated with complete suspicion along with our acceptance of your help. If it intersts you, we with other nations have utilized downed alien craft for our own purposes. We have a light cruiser of some kind, which we're mass producing. End Transmission

"Fascinating," he said, and put the pad down. He stood up and walked out of his office into the sunshine that was beating down on the military base. "Hey! Get back here!" he called.

The junior officer who had placed the pad on his desk stopped walking, looked around, and hurried back.

"Yes sir?" he asked.

"How long ago were those messages received?" he asked.

"A few hours ago sir," the officer told him. "We had some trouble translating them."

"Have there been any reports of disruptions in our energy barrier?" Grak asked.

"Negative sir," the officer shook his head vigorously. "There have been no incursion attempts."

"Interesting," Grak pondered. He walked back to his office and sat down in his chair, picking up the pad and reading it again. He reached for his own pad and began punching out responses. His English was rusty, but they would have little chance of understanding Ghargonian and he thought he should make the effort to do it manually, instead of relying on a translation computer.

To: Humanity
From: Commander Grak, New Ghargant Imperium Colony, Terra (Location: Unknown)
Re: --

We have monitored your recent acquisitions; and we are pleased out interrogation helped you solve problems with them. We too have recovered a smaller craft, referred to as a 'hunter-seeker' as you heard. We believe this to be approximately the equivalent of a large fighter/bomber, with a crew of five. We are more interested in its databanks than its technology; we intend to try to find out who they are. They are obviously familiar with us.
We may repair it and send it to you once we have extracted all we can.

We have a small fleet of battleships, but they are all currently away on important business and will not return for some time. We do have some fighter craft remaining however, capable of interstellar travel. We also have a small contingent of ground forces which we refer to as 'Gerash'. They are formidable warriors and may be of use.

If there is any damage to your ships you are unable to repair appropriately, or any systems which you are still unfamiliar with, inform our engineers and they may be able to provide a solution.

Give the word and we shall pull our fighters from mothballs and ready them to depart.

And do not worry; you will be treated with equal or greater suspicion. I have risked my career over contacting you, humans. I do not intend to implicitly trust you. We have unfortunate experience with your species which has taught us this.

Luck be with you. Death to all.

Commander Grak, Temp. Commander of Ghargonian Terra Forces.
Gerash Training Facility.
Ghargonia City.

General Josef Voss had barely stepped out of the eight-wheel truck back at Kentov Military Base before he had several sheets of paper thrust into his hands.

“Various reports that come through whilst you were out. We’ve handled some of them, and marked them as such, but we feel you should see them. There are also a selection of messages we’ve heard and think you need to look at.”

“Thank you, let’s see what you have brought.” He flicked through the pages, scanning the titles and little more. Latest confirmed death toll. Research reports from Lejinski. Intercepted transmissions. He shuffled the papers around so that sheet was on the top and started to read. After a few minutes he looked up and nodded softly. “Do we know who these people are?”

“No sir, we have not heard of them in the past, and we have had no contact with them.”

“Have you replied to this message?”

“Not as yet, we were awaiting authorisation from yourself.”

“Then, consider it authorised. Send a message, explain our situation, what our researches know so far, and so forth.”

“Yessir, I’ll get the boys at comms on it right away.”

TO: Ghargonia
FROM: Xanastrovia

Our nation sends its greetings. The sound recording was enlightening, and our researchers are presently using it to aid with their work. Unfortunately, progress is slow as our men failed to return a single craft in a useable condition and as such the task of discovering just how these craft operate as a unit is near impossible. However, we are making progress towards understanding the properties of the alloys used in the hull. Again, we thank you for the information you have provided. Out.

Section 38:

"That ship is going to need a diagnostic."
"The thing was just built!"
"Don't care, we have to make sure that everything is calibrated before we even think about test flights."
"Fine, damn I hate having to do this....Engines good....Weapons good....Flight control...that needs to be tweaked...okay now its good....Everything is green across the board. Looks like his bad boy is ready for testing."
"Thank you for your compliance, and don't complain or I'll call in security."
Who's gonna get this one."
As this conversation ended the SWF-12 Imperium lifted off to have it's systems checked.
"So let's see thats the SWF-12 so that means that we've finished the:
Defiant
Ragnarok
Randova
Guilt
Ascendent
.....
and the Imperium.
Only 18 more to go."

The Emporer was finishing his meal when a aide came up to him with the messages from Ghargonia, the emporer nodded and stood up, he smiled at his a,llies who where staring at him, "Gentlemen, I do balive we have something that may interest you, indeed it may interest you a great deal. Please follow me." He left the room and ordered message sent to Ghargonia

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To:Ghargonia
From: The Desk of Emporer Palpatine the 4th, Lord of Aust

We send our greetings and are greatly interested in your message that sends us and the information that you have told us. We have recovered a great deal of enermy weapondry from the battle in Aust city as well as several enermy ships, the information has proved useful and even now the enermys weapons are being used for our purposes.

We are sending the contents of there filesysterms to you now along with this message, we hope they are of some us. However there is one question that we need to know to keep our studies moving at this wswift rate. What is the material that contains the Plasma and the Nuclear reactor at its center made of? We must no to creat our own and all our current metals keep melting at the high plasma tempritures.

Emporer Palpatine of Aust

R.L. walked out of the bathroom after sending his response and recieving another transmission from the aliens. He appraoched the other national leaders.

R.L.: I assume you've also ben contacted.

"I've never heard of that sector before in my life," Grak shook his head. "Where are you dredging this information from?"

"I am just telling you what the engineers have said so far, sir," the lieutenant excused himself. "That particular sector was deemed off-limits by the Imperium over 5,000 years ago. No-one was ever sure why -- some believed there were dangerous gravitational anomalies throughout it."

"Well, keep looking," Grak told him. "When -- and if -- the Emperor finally contacts us, I intend to have something a little more solid than that." He looked down curiously as his desk made a bleeping noise. He realised it was his communications device. He reached into the drawer and pulled it out, holding it at the end of his snout. "What is it?"

"Sir, I am sorry for interrupting, but intelligence just detected another human transmission," a voice told him. "It's been translated and uploaded to your datapad, sir."

"Very well, thank you, out," he put the device back and reached for his pad.

To:Ghargonia
From: The Desk of Emporer Palpatine the 4th, Lord of Aust

We send our greetings and are greatly interested in your message that sends us and the information that you have told us. We have recovered a great deal of enermy weapondry from the battle in Aust city as well as several enermy ships, the information has proved useful and even now the enermys weapons are being used for our purposes.

We are sending the contents of there filesysterms to you now along with this message, we hope they are of some us. However there is one question that we need to know to keep our studies moving at this wswift rate. What is the material that contains the Plasma and the Nuclear reactor at its center made of? We must no to creat our own and all our current metals keep melting at the high plasma tempritures.

Emporer Palpatine of Aust

"Anything interesting, sir?" the lieutenant asked as Grak looked up.

"The humans are having some troubles with the foreign reactors," Grak grunted. "Something about them melting their own metals. It would seem I am going to have to throw them another line, as it were. You had better be right about this; I'm probably going to have to donate some terralium. If this goes krakni-shaped, the New Imperium will simply abandon this world until a later date. And I don't want to be here at all, let alone indefinitely. Gah, tell the engineers working on the ship to look into what material has been used to construct the power source. It may be something they can synthesise on their own."

"Yes sir." The lieutenant saluted, and left the office.

Grak picked up his pad a gain and started hammering it with his large clawed finger.

To: The Desk of Emporer Palpatine the 4th, Lord of Aust
From: Commander Grak, New Ghargant Imperium Colony, Terra (Location: Unknown)
Re: Unknown metals

As I said, we are more interested in the databanks so we have not yet analysed their technology in full, though I have ordered the engineers look more thoroughly now that you ask this of us. Thank you for the information you have recovered, it is of use, yes.

If I were to assume their technology operates on similar principles to our own, a metal we call terralium could be used. Ghargonian ships are riddled with terralium; it is highly resilient and the core of our technology. It features heavily in our reactors, the engine plating itself, the computer core and in some of the plasma transfer conduits.

Terralium does not naturally occur here on Earth -- in fact it is rather rare throughout the galaxy, which is the main reason why few foreign powers use it. Throughout sectors of the galaxy you are likely to hear the myth of the 'solid terralium planet'. However, there are trace amounts deep in the heart of this system's asteroid field. Which is where we mined some to construct the afore mentioned fleet, in fact. There is not enough there for any major power to bother with, which is why it has been left untouched. Our own mining operation was very expensive, but we had nowhere else to go. It should suffice for your needs though.

It is also possible to synthesise an alloy with very similar properties using the materials at your disposal, albeit with a significantly shorter lifespan -- although, let us say that such a material would take longer to create than it would last. The Old Imperium attempted to convert a test ship to this alloy when they realised there was so little terralium, but the ship tore itself to pieces shortly after engaging its photonic drive on a trial run, and the plan was abandoned in favour of recycling programs.

Grak stopped writing and looked up as an underling handed him another pad. He briefly read it and went back to writing.

Ah. As of writing, the engineers have completed their preliminary report on the vessel. It does not use terralium, but an alloy we have not seen before. However according to their report, terralium would meet the necessary requirements to be used in a similar way.

Basically, they have fashioned a more stable version of the alloy I suggested above. Except, they use other metals which you may not find here, which is possibly why you were unable to identify it. These findings are of benefit to us, as we are aware of where to obtain these metals and it would help decrease our dependance on terralium; as it was your question which caused us to know this, I have few qualms about making a small donation.

I am unsure of your metal working methods; I will assume you have sufficient capabilities to at least soften the metal into a useable form. There is a small, uninhabited island in the largest ocean of this planet. A fastflier has been dispatched with just enough purified terralium to complete your reactor. Given that terralium is hard to come by, I am afraid I cannot spare enough for another. We used the majority of our reserves on the fleet, anyway. By the time you receive this message, the flier should have deposited its cargo on the island and departed.

But, along with the attached coordinates to this island are coordinates to one of the terralium-rich areas of this system's asteroid belt (as terranium rich as they get, anyway). With a powered ship, you can probably go there and mine more terralium for yourselves. If you lack the necessary mining equipment, use the ship's weapons to blast it out. You can use their sensors to pinpoint it, and raw terralium is unlikely to be destroyed by their weapons, so there should be no problems so long as you remember to collect it up as you go.

As a side note to all humans, by cross-referencing various words and phrases in the captured computer log with our own historical archives and star maps, we have several possible locations for the origins of these foreign species, though none are solid. The engineers and translators are continuing their work.

Luck be with you. Death to all.

Commander Grak, Temp. Commander of Ghargonian Terra Forces.
Gerash Training Facility.
Ghargonia City.

To:Ghargonia
From: Aust
We thank you and are greatful for your help. We know it must be a strain upon you to aid such technologicly unadvanced nations however we are glad you make the effort. The Metal is indeed proving useful.


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The Emporer nodded to RL, "We have been contacted, and I suggest that we proceed directly to the science laboritry, they have descovered something useful to us."

Another message flashed up on the Emporers datascreen. "The metal that they gave us has trange propertys, and is more resiliant than most. However when we softened this Terralium and mixed it with the unknown alloy that the enermy spacecraft was made out of it formed a new metal that was easy to shape and bend but once lowered to below 20c room tempriture becomes solid and hard. It is far more resiliant than Terralium. Also if you mix that with
molten Iron then it has no effect on the qualitys of the metal other than rasing it's flexing point to around 100c.

One the metal has been frozen it will not change shape again. We are creating large quantitys of this metal alloy by using large amounts of Iron, around a ration of 100 iron cm2 to 1 alloy mix. Thsi is allowing us to build our own spacecrafalong alien lines"
This m

Vasilov looked at R.L., and then at his bodyguard, who nodded once and dialled a number into his mobile phone and spoke in Xanastrovian. After he hung up he spoke.

“It would appear we have. They have received a number of transmissions routed through various satellites. General Voss has only recently returned from his visit to Henningfax, but has already dealt with a reply. Other than that, I wasn’t told anything.”

The president nodded slowly and then shook his head in disbelief.

“Unbelievable, just…unbelievable. I can’t even be told what is going on in my own country.”

R.L.: That's why my Senate is more like advisors. *to the whole assembly* Well then, to the lab. I want to see this metal with my own eyes. *His phone rings*
Yes?
A muffled voice responds. R.L.'s face pales a little.
R.L.: This won't set us back will it? Good, I want security tripled and all staff with anything remotely showing an overinterest in aliens, execute them. I can't believe this....*he says while hanging up*

"Whats wrong," palpatine asked gentley sencing it was delecate ground.

R.L.:The supervisor I put in charge tried to hijack one of our ships and was shot down. The guy I don't care about, it's costing me 1 billion dollars to build each cruiser.

R.L.:The supervisor I put in charge tried to hijack one of our ships and was shot down. The guy I don't care about, it's costing me 1 billion dollars to build each cruiser.
"Thats a lot of money for just one ship." The Emporer said, "i mean for that money you could get 3 normal planes. Anyway to the labs." He started off walking towards the lifts. It was 235 floors down to the labs at the basement.

"Ah, but wouldn't one of those cruisers have a chance of taking out those three fighters? Of course, there is also the morale factor, and I'd say that having five alien cruisers in your corner would provide a larger boost than a dozen MiG's." Vasilov smiled slightly as he spoke, his guard falling into perfect step alongside him. "Anyway, let's get to the labs and see what our most gracious host has to show us."

Granger:Yes, the only reason a Raptor was able to damage it so easily was because the shields were down and the armor was waiting to be installed. The laser satelites took care of him quickly afterwards.

R.L.: Starships are much better than fighters all around. The cost is large, but it put us one giant step towards the future. But enough military secrets for now, I too am curious as what is in store for us.

OOC: Now I think I'll let you guys decide. After we finish in Aust, who wants to skip ahead to future tech for when the aliens return?
OMINOUS MUSIC STARTS PLAYING AT THE MENTION OF THE ALIENS

OOC: Just wait for Ghargonia reply.

As soon as the reply comes let's skip ahead so that we can deal with these aliens on our terms instead of waiting for them. That way I can do some fleet "enhancement," as could we all.

Bump

Section 38

Supervisor: "That's it, the last one, all 30 are ready. Now we just need to load 'em up and we'll have a space fleet, sort of."

As the SWF Dominance touched down on the pad an explosion rocked the facility, it came from the surface, immediately all the SWFs and DG-3s were scrambled to deal with the aggressor. The ships rose from the subterranian shafts in which they were housed and began scanning for the intruders.The Dominance and it's escort, Flight 1 (remember those guys) were the first to ID the threat, one of the small groups of surviving aliens had somehow reached Section 38 and were attacking.

Vandal: "Of all the stupid, aren't these things supposed to be of a HIGHER intelligence. Dominance you are clear for an attack run, there are no alien AA weapons present. Give 'em hell."

Dominance: "Roger ETA 1/20 of a second."

The Dominance came screaming out of nowhere, the main phaser tore into the alien attackers as a salvo of 4 torpedoes were launched directly into the heart of the column. They impacted and the aliens lucky enough to be in the blast were incinerated instantly, those that weren't were launched up to 400 feet and were dead on impact.

Vandal: "Dominance, all threats are neutralized, we are recieving clearance to bring 'er home, by the way, very impressive."

Dominance: "Thank you, we are bringin' it in now."

*First, a peculiar message is received, totally in Ghargonian. It is not directed at any human nations, and it does not seem to originate from Earth. It is garbled in places. Later, a more familiar message is received*


To: Humanity
From: Ghargonia

We have been busy of late, hence no transmissions until now. We have just received word that we are an Imperium once again. We must send even more personnel to assist in rebuilding the Imperium's homeworld and its colonies. This will limit the aid we can offer you, however we can still offer you some. Rakesh-class fighters are powerful and capable of interstellar flight, and their Gerash pilots are highly trained.
We have retrieved rough co-ordinates for the territory of your unidentified aggressors. The co-ordinates use a four dimensional system which you should be able to identify in conjunction with your captured ships computer navigational systems. The co-ordinates may be on the edge of their borders, or they may lead to the core of their homeworld, we have no way to be sure -- the databanks are corrupted this far down, and our translations are not perfect. They are attached to this signal.

Commander Grak
Temp. Commander of Terra Forces

OOC: Lets skip ahead to when we pool our forces.

IC:
Thank you. We need that info, we are currently pooling our rescourse, we have around 230 captured enermy fighters and we have made around 45 of our own. We are also starting on a capital ship.

Grak was woken rather abruptly. His metal door was smashed open, bending and tearing it.

"What the hel..." Grak started, but stopped when he saw who was behind it. He got to his feet, walked around the desk, only to drop to his knee.

"Emperor... I... I mean, Ghargon, you have returned," Grak stammered nervously. "I always knew you would bring glory to our people."

"Arise Commander," Ghargon Gorbgan IV said. He pulled the hood away from his head. He was a powerful Ghargonian, a head taller than the tallest. His powerful muscles gave him more strength than an Elite Gerash, but at the same time his intellect was matched only by top professors. His teeth were at least half an inch longer than any other Ghargonian's, and glistened brilliant white as he grinned.

"How... how did you get back so quickly, my lord?" Grak asked. "I was under the impression that it took more than a month to travel 50,000 lightyears."

"It did with 2,000 year old technology, Commander," Gorbgan told him. "You are aware of the status of the Imperium. We found many, many caches of technology and derelict ships. Any ships not exploring are being refit with these new technologies. This includes artificial singularity generation for travel. Now, I understand you have revealed our presence to the Terrans?"

"I... uh..." Grak pondered the idea of telling him that the lieutenant had sent the first transmission, against his orders. But the Ghargon did not seem angry. "Yes, my lord, I have."

"I assume there is good reason?" he asked, his deep, growling voice not revealing any sign of emotion.

"The Terrans were attacked by a foreign species, my lord," Grak told him. "They repelled the attack, but it cost them. It occured to me that as this is their homeworld, and our colony, we have a mutual interest in this matter."

"Indeed," Gorbgan nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you know if we are dealing with the 'Kree' here?"

"The Kree, sir?" Grak asked, puzzled. "I've never heard of them."

"Oh? Never mind then, Commande... hmm. I think that title does not suit you. Consider your promotion to Captain effective immediately," Gorban said, pulling up his hood. "Once the old Imperium shipyards are operational again, you shall have a ship to command. Until then, you will continue to operate this Terra colony."

"Yes, my lord... and... thank you!" Grak was happy. He was going to get off this rock for sure, provided he didn't screw up.


To: Humanity
From: GMS Venerator
Re: Incident

I am Ghargon Gorbgan IV. You have been dealing with Commander Grak, who is now Captain Grak. You will now be dealing with me. I am the ruler of the Ghargonian people, and the new leader of the New Ghargant Imperium.
This ship is the flagship of the Imperium fleet, the GMS Venerator. She is 2,000 years old now, and serves more of a ceremonial function than any other. Her design is sound, however, and she has been kept in brand-new condition by generations of loyal Ghargonian experts. The Venerator has just been refit with new technologies obtained from the Old Ghargant Imperium, and is fully capable of battle. She is not on assignment at the moment, and will be at your disposal in your up-coming engagement.

Ghargon Gorbgan IV
Ghargon of the New Ghargant Imperium

Grak was woken rather abruptly. His metal door was smashed open, bending and tearing it.

"What the hel..." Grak started, but stopped when he saw who was behind it. He got to his feet, walked around the desk, only to drop to his knee.

"Emperor... I... I mean, Ghargon, you have returned," Grak stammered nervously. "I always knew you would bring glory to our people."

"Arise Commander," Ghargon Gorbgan IV said. He pulled the hood away from his head. He was a powerful Ghargonian, a head taller than the tallest. His powerful muscles gave him more strength than an Elite Gerash, but at the same time his intellect was matched only by top professors. His teeth were at least half an inch longer than any other Ghargonian's, and glistened brilliant white as he grinned.

"How... how did you get back so quickly, my lord?" Grak asked. "I was under the impression that it took more than a month to travel 50,000 lightyears."

"It did with 2,000 year old technology, Commander," Gorbgan told him. "You are aware of the status of the Imperium. We found many, many caches of technology and derelict ships. Any ships not exploring are being refit with these new technologies. This includes artificial singularity generation for travel. Now, I understand you have revealed our presence to the Terrans?"

"I... uh..." Grak pondered the idea of telling him that the lieutenant had sent the first transmission, against his orders. But the Ghargon did not seem angry. "Yes, my lord, I have."

"I assume there is good reason?" he asked, his deep, growling voice not revealing any sign of emotion.

"The Terrans were attacked by a foreign species, my lord," Grak told him. "They repelled the attack, but it cost them. It occured to me that as this is their homeworld, and our colony, we have a mutual interest in this matter."

"Indeed," Gorbgan nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you know if we are dealing with the 'Kree' here?"

"The Kree, sir?" Grak asked, puzzled. "I've never heard of them."

"Oh? Never mind then, Commande... hmm. I think that title does not suit you. Consider your promotion to Captain effective immediately," Gorban said, pulling up his hood. "Once the old Imperium shipyards are operational again, you shall have a ship to command. Until then, you will continue to operate this Terra colony."

"Yes, my lord... and... thank you!" Grak was happy. He was going to get off this rock for sure, provided he didn't screw up.
The Emporer penned in a reply...

We thank you, Ghargon Gorbgan IV and we are moving to get your cruiser right now. We at the moment have only a rudrementery spacefleet, 275 fighters and 2 capital ships with one in production and this will be a great aid to us I am sure.

"we are moving to get your cruiser right now"

You misunderstand, human. The Venerator battleship already has a crew; she will join your fleet when you are ready to depart. Her commander will follow the plans laid out by you, but she shall not be crewed by humans. Besides the fact that she has been our flagship for 2,000 years and as such is rather valuable to our people, it would take to long to teach you read the Ghargonian computer displays, how to work the vessel, and how to repair the vessel should it be damaged.

Ghargon Gorbgan IV
The Ghargant Imperium

"we are moving to get your cruiser right now"

You misunderstand, human. The Venerator battleship already has a crew; she will join your fleet when you are ready to depart. Her commander will follow the plans laid out by you, but she shall not be crewed by humans. Besides the fact that she has been our flagship for 2,000 years and as such is rather valuable to our people, it would take to long to teach you read the Ghargonian computer displays, how to work the vessel, and how to repair the vessel should it be damaged.

Ghargon Gorbgan IV
The Ghargant Imperium
Sorry, we misunderstood you. For that we apologise, as soon as our other capital ship is made we shall set off.

Murdock: "How is it that other races seem to always be able to sneak up on us with cloaked ships?"
Hammond: "Don't look at me, maybe its just luck."

OOC: We're now skipping ahead, making this future tech. If you're ready, awesome, if you're not, catch up quick.
IC: For fifty years, the nations were able to build forces and advance technologically. For the most part, the captured alien technology was converted in unique ways. The RS fleet had become massive with:

500 War Cruisers Bio:
650 meters long, 125 meters tall, 200 meters wide
Armed with 50 phaserbanks and four quantum torpedo tubes with autoloaders
Incredibly strong shielding and armor

2 Ravan class capital ships Bio:
1km long, .5km tall, 500 meters wide
Armed with 80 turbolaser turrets, ten quantum torpedo tubes
A little better shielding and armor than War Cruiser

1 Republic Class Universe Cruiser The Saving Grace Bio:
Flagship of Hyperion Fleet
80 kilometers in total area, 40km tall, 20 km wide, 10km long (half as big as Deathstar 2)
Armed with 500 heavy turbolaser turrets, one subspace-ionic cannon (big-ass forward gun)

Should any aliens come for a counter attack, they were ready.

OOC: I'd like everyone to post fleet advancements before the aliens attack so I can tip the odds in their favor.
Metaphasic shielding, .5km uridium dura-armor

Bump

The Shenyang Fleet had grown from the original 30 frigates and 150 fighters into a formidible fast attack fleet. It was now comprised of:

250 Independence Class Light Cruisers
L: 620m
W: 185m
H: 68m
25 Spinal phasers (fore)
30 Quantum torpedo tubes
Heavy shielding
Extremely fast

50 Remorse Class Heavy Cruisers
L: 725m
W: 240m
H: 80m
1 Heavy phased particle cannon
40 Quantum torpedo tubes
40 strip phaser banks
Ultra heavy shielding
Moderately high speed

500 Defiant Class Escort/Stealth Frigates
L: 110m
W: 65m
H: 14m
1 phaser bank
4 quantum torpedo tubes
Cloak
Moderate shielding
Extremely fast

2500 DG-3X Negligance Fighter
2 Heavy energy cannons
6 Light energy cannons
extremely fast
high manueverability

1 Divine Ascension Class Flagship (The Divine Ascension)
L: 60km
W: 18km
H: 3km
can carry 1000 fighters, 30 frigates, and 24 battlecruiser
1 superheavy phased particle cannon (Fore)
60 plasma bomb gimbals (2 per gimbal)
12 heavy spinal mount phasers (Fore)
34 Medium strip phaser banks (15 starboard, 15 port, 4 aft)
12 quantum torpedo tubes (Fore)
60 quantum torpedo tubes (Port)
60 quantum torpedo tubes (Starboard)
6 heavy missle batteries (Aft) (10 tubes per battery)
50 point defense railguns
50 point defense lasers
Crew: 42,000
Armor: 6m classified alloy
Shielding: 2 layers kinetic/energy shielding
Extremely fast

OOC:Hmm... Outdoing that will take some doing... QUICK! To the inner sanctum! *plays cheesy Batman music*

OOC: Thats right I strive for excelence in everything I do.

Now the fun begins...

Admiral Skreeb was the laughingstock of the galactic world. Not only had he lost against the primitive humans, but his ship had been all that survived. Now, he was to return with the entire Subjugation Fleet to wipe the smear of humanity from the galaxy.
Here it is:
5000 Omega Type 2 deep space fighters (the Attack Cruiser)
1000 Obliterator Mark 5 Cruisers
200 Subjugator Capital Ships
His flagship: The Ragnarok

However little did he realize that the paranioa of RS only grew those years. They now had a mined border (not cloaked self-replicating just yet!) leaving only one entrance, which the fleet was headed for! They came out warp and the mines took down 1500 fighters and 2 capital ships. That created a big enough gap for the fleet to pass through. Now, the humans are doomed Skreeb eagerly thought to himself.
Starbase Waypoint----------
Tactical: Sir, massive explosions at the checkpoint! They're back!

Capt. Sisko: After all these years... Assemble Hyperion Fleet.

The fleet was brought around, paling in comparison to the sheer numbers of the invading forces. However, they hung back, as Admiral Piett, the fleet commander had a plan.

Piett: Commence charging.

Ops: Aye sir, charging forward gun.

There was a massive ripple effect outside the Saving Grace as the gun commence charging that rattled the entire fleet. A neon green ball of energy grew in front of the gun and continued growing. Once it reached a quarter of the ship's size, it fired right where the fleet would come out of warp. As they appeared the ball seemed to fizzle out. There was then a massive eruption as a huge chunk of Skreeb's forces were engulfed in a ghastly ball of energy. Despite the soundless vacuum of space, there was a deafening roar and the light shorted out most viewscreens.

Onboard the Divine Ascension

Automated AI: "Fleet Command, we are recieving a masive energy surge in the space above RS. We are detecting that there are a large number of contacts. Do you wish to engage?"

Fleet Command: "I the answer to that was already established. Morgana, I want all weapons charged, a vector layed in for the weakest part of the alien fleet, and I want us there now."

Morgana: "As you wish. Initialization of the attack run will commence once you give your clearance code."

Fleet Command: "Attention Desolator Fleet, we are now at full combat. I am sending the jump coordinates and your targets to your shipboard AI. Morgana, clearance code: Delta Romeo November. Activate."

Morgana: "Code confirmed jump in 3, 2, 1."

The Divine Ascension and the entire Desolator Fleet dropped out of warp within range of the alien fleet. The D.A. locked onto the maximum number of targets and fired. The main gun let loose a golden beam and tore into the alien fleet. The red beams of the spinal phasers tore into the alien craft, 60 missles came screaming off the stern of the ship and all 132 torpedo tubes let loose a salvo of quantum torpedoes that seemed to block any view of the ship. The other smaller cruisers engaged as targets of oppertunity. Then the entire fleet about faced and warped to a secure location.

Tactical: Shenyang fleet arrived.

Piett: Open a channel. Good to see friendly faces. As soon as the smoke we should see the results of our attacks, but I'd rather not wait that long. I'm moving in, I suggest you do the same. *to the conn* Take us in.

Hyperion Fleet broke formation and swarmed in, the SG and cap ships hanging slightly back and pummeling the enemy with turbolasers. Then, as if something just pushed it, the SG started moving with all speed toward an object. As the smoke cleared, you could see it was a massive ship. The flagship most likely. It rivaled the SG in size easily. As the battle progressed, the two ships stared each other down. The invaders, and the first nation to stand against them. Without warning the Ragnarok spewed lasers out at the SG, pummeling its shields. It was then met with an even more withering wave of turbolaser fire. It was just like when wooden ships sailed the seas, two commanders met and fired upon each other until one was too damaged to continue.

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Tactical: SG under attack from mothership

Morgana: "Fleet Command we are recieving data that the Saving Grace is under attack from the alien flagship."

Fleet Command: "Morgana, you know the drill, I'm taking her into this on manual, keep the shields up and alert hull defense gun personnel to move into combat positions get the marines ready and charge the main gun."

Morgana: "Yes, Command orders sent. Would you like me to send jump coordinates to the rest of the fleet?"

Fleet Command: "Make it so."

The DA took of in the direction of the stern of the alien ship. The Main gun was charged and all systems were ready as the ship dropped back out of subspace at the rear of the ship.

Fleet Command: "Attention Piett, we are in position to attack the ship, I suggest that you try to target the keep its attention as we deal with the engines. If you have to break off or need an assist then send the word. All missle batteries target the aft defenses. I'll deal with the main drive system. All weapons fire at will.

The forward torpedo and the aft missle tubes flared to life as their payloads were unleashed upon the alien defense weapons. 4 Subjugation class ships moved into attack positions along the hull of the DA and openned fire, but were swiftly silenced by the broadside of torpedoes and phaser fire that shreaded them like tissue paper.

Fleet Command: "Open a channel to the alien ship."

Morgana: "As you wish. Channel open."

Fleet Command: "Attention alien agressors we are sending this message in hopes that you have the common sense to realize that if you continue this attack we will be forced to destroy you. If you have not already realized there is a reason that we have named these capital ships. Stand down now before we are forced to destroy you."

Morgana: We are recieving a transmission from the alien ship. The basic message is as follows: "Earthlings, you have disgraced me one time too many. I will not back down. I will destroy you. You're pathetic weapons cannot possibly pierce our shielding. What do you mean they've dest... [end transmission]"

Fleet Command: "Fine, Morgana is the ship aligned to fire at their underside."

Morgana: "We are in position now."

Fleet Command: "Good."

The DA lit up as the main gun and the spinal phasers fired at the the under belly of the alien ship it scorched the underbelly and silenced the underbelly lasers.

Fleet Command: "DAMN! That armor is thick.Atleast something good came of it. Move back into position targetting the drive port."

Morgana: "Confirmed."

OOC: FYI Morgana is the shipboard AI and Fleet Command is a man who has volunteered to be the brain of the DA. He controls most functions via touch screans and a neural link. By the way, anybody else gonna join us up here or are we gonna have all the fun?

Tactical: SG under attack from mothership

Morgana: "Fleet Command we are recieving data that the Saving Grace is under attack from the alien flagship."

Fleet Command: "Morgana, you know the drill, I'm taking her into this on manual, keep the shields up and alert hull defense gun personnel to move into combat positions get the marines ready and charge the main gun."

Morgana: "Yes, Command orders sent. Would you like me to send jump coordinates to the rest of the fleet?"

Fleet Command: "Make it so."

The DA took of in the direction of the stern of the alien ship. The Main gun was charged and all systems were ready as the ship dropped back out of subspace at the rear of the ship.

Fleet Command: "Attention Piett, we are in position to attack the ship, I suggest that you try to target the keep its attention as we deal with the engines. If you have to break off or need an assist then send the word. All missle batteries target the aft defenses. I'll deal with the main drive system. All weapons fire at will.

The forward torpedo and the aft missle tubes flared to life as their payloads were unleashed upon the alien defense weapons. 4 Subjugation class ships moved into attack positions along the hull of the DA and openned fire, but were swiftly silenced by the broadside of torpedoes and phaser fire that shreaded them like tissue paper.

Fleet Command: "Open a channel to the alien ship."

Morgana: "As you wish. Channel open."

Fleet Command: "Attention alien agressors we are sending this message in hopes that you have the common sense to realize that if you continue this attack we will be forced to destroy you. If you have not already realized there is a reason that we have named these capital ships. Stand down now before we are forced to destroy you."

Morgana: We are recieving a transmission from the alien ship. The basic message is as follows: "Earthlings, you have disgraced me one time too many. I will not back down. I will destroy you. You're pathetic weapons cannot possibly pierce our shielding. What do you mean they've dest... [end transmission]"

Fleet Command: "Fine, Morgana is the ship aligned to fire at their underside."

Morgana: "We are in position now."

Fleet Command: "Good."

The DA lit up as the main gun and the spinal phasers fired at the the under belly of the alien ship it scorched the underbelly and silenced the underbelly lasers.

Fleet Command: "DAMN! That armor is thick.Atleast something good came of it. Move back into position targetting the drive port."

Morgana: "Confirmed."

OOC: FYI Morgana is the shipboard AI and Fleet Command is a man who has volunteered to be the brain of the DA. He controls most functions via touch screans and a neural link. By the way, anybody else gonna join us up here or are we gonna have all the fun?
OOC: I think everyone else died...

IC: Piett: Negative, this is personal. I want to take this monster down myself.

Sparks begin to fly from conduits as the shields buckle and the blasts begin hitting the armor. The Ragnarok is not much better off...

Ops: Shields down! Our armor is not as strong as theirs! We are doomed!

Skreeb: SILENCE IMPUDENT FOOL! If we cannot beat them, we'll take them with us! RAM THEM!

The ailing flagship rockets towards the Saving Grace with the battle raging all around them. A few War Cruisers try to help, but other resistance draws them away. The SG's only hope is its turbolasers.

OOC: Sorry guys, I'm going to pulll out of this, becasue of my GCSE's, I can't spend as much time on the internet to do this sort of thing.

Fleet Command: "Listen to me, if you plan on being obliterated then just ignore this, but if you plan on keeping the Saving Grace from turning into the Burning Hulk then you have to follow this to the letter. Deactivate weapons dead center on the bow of you ship big enough for the DA to fit in. I'll jump in and we can use a modification on my particle cannon to destroy or disable this thing."[end transmission] "Morgana, keep an eye on the SG, if he follows my instructions then jump us directly into that space with the main gun locked onto the center of the alien mothership. If he doesn't then we're gonna have to save him ourselves, even if it means losing the ship."

Morgana: "Hmm, a suicide play eh, well, okay there's no other way, subroutines locked in for the selected contingencies and all non-essential personnel order to retreat to the life pods and bring them to stand by."

Piett: *to Fleet Command* Hold that thought! *to Ops* Is our tractor beam still working?

Ops: Yes, sir. One of the few things that still is.

Piett: Reverse the polarity! Get that s**tpile away from my ship! *now to Shenyang fleet. If this fails, we'll go with your idea. If you have tractor beams, set them to repel and focus it on the enemy ship. Feel free to fire on it as well. If we can't stop it, it'll at least hit us in a million tiny pieces.

The blue beam shoots out from the SG and begins to push against the Ragnarok. It begins to slow gradually, but the SG alone won't be able to hold it back.

OOC: (to Aust) I understand, it's cool.

Fleet Command: "Morgana, activate the tractor beams, pull that thing toward us, I want to sling shot it out of our way using the beam."

Morgana: "So now you have second thoughts about sacrificing me. Good. Beams active."

The Ragnarok stops dead as the DA's beams pull and the SG's push. The ship cannot move in either direction.

Fleet Command: "I have an idea, is the Ghargonian ship still in orbit?"

Morgana: "Yes, it still hasn't left, those are some patient aliens."

Fleet Command: "Send them a message to meet us at these coordinates to take care of this mothership."

Morgana: "Your wish is my command."

Piett: It's working! They can't withstand bombardment for much longer!

Bridge of the Ragnarok
Ops: Systems failing all over the ship! We must retreat! Use the momentum from their tractor beams to propel us out of here!

Skreeb: NEVER! WE WILL NOT RETREAT! MORE POWER TO ENGINES!

Ops: It'll blow us out of existence!

Skreeb: I don't care! I want them DEAD!

The Ragnarok suddenly surged ahead with power, the screechings and groanings as metal was stretched long past its limits audible. Without warning, it exploded, showering all ships with debris and the rest hitting the planet, only to burn up in the atmosphere. The rest of the alien fleet tried to flee, but in their panic they forgot there was only one way out past the mines. No one was sure what drove the reptilian alien on with such a hatred towards humanity, and now we never will. In his one last act of madness, the only thing he destroyed was himself.

The few ships that were lucky enough to stumble onto the exit to the mine field were met by the Ghargonian flagship and the entirety of Desolator Fleet as they made vain attempts to escape the ships were torn into tiny space debris as all of the allied ships openned fired and chewed them into ping pong ball size balls of metal.

Fleet Command: "Morgana, send this message to the Ghargonians, tell them that their ship is a mighty weapon and that it served well in this war. They can expect it back ASAP."

Morgana: "Affirmative, message sent, good call with the rest of the fleet at the entrance."

Fleet Command: (OOC: Hint at who is Fleet Command)"Ya think! Good job, I don't think we'll be going anywhere anytime soon."