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*A reporter stands in front of a flaming building. People run everywhere, frantic. This is on a World Wide News Network(WWNN)*
"This morning Lord Do'Calamar received a letter from one of the top special forces operatives, whose name will remain disclosed. We are allowed to give his code name however: Ghost. On your screens at home is the letter.
*TV shows letter:

Lord Do'Calamar:
Your ignorance and arrogance disgusts me. Your hatred flows too openly, your stupidity shows too obviously. You are not fit to be lord of Ybronneb. An hour after you read this letter, the first strike will be made. It is our hope that when you see the results, you will realize your incompetence and step down from the throne. You have been warned.
-Ghost*

*Camera switches back to burning building*
"Lord Do'Calamar tried to hide the letter to prevent panic. He now has sent copies of it to every Ybronnebian media station. The seen behind me is quite obviously the strike which Ghost wrote of. This building was home to Quen Dermin, the man who was in charge of the anti-ai operations currently occuring to 'save humanity from the incompetence of AI'. The views on this issue are very split across the world. Dermin and his staff were killed in the explosion, which was caused by unknown methods. More will come as we get it."
*Camera switches to studio*
"Thank you. Coming up at 11 we have a deeper look into what is quickly becoming known as 'The Ybronnebian Crisis'. And tomorrow, we will broadcast live from a press conference with Lord Edwin Do'Calamar and his staff. Thank you, and goodnight."
*Screen shows logo for WWNN and then switches to commercial*

OOC: This rp will mostly be at a national scale, but there may be some character based rp. We'll see how it goes. I'll also post the AI protests link, which may help remove some confusion.

OOC: here it is: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=337008&page=1&pp=15

Also, try to keep joining this rp IC. (i.e. press conference, introduction, etc.) Anyone can join, but no godmodding....etc. etc. ;) Thanks

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BUMP...more on the crisis tomorrow.

the empire of Scraggopolis believes lord Da'Calamars inefficieny in running his own nation has led to his downfall. As a result, we staunchly support 'Ghost' and shall remain a neutral nation unless lord Da'Calamar abdicates.

To: The WWNN
From: Crassuss (Command AI to the Okyton Empire)

Although terrorism is not supported by the Okyton Empire, you're country's racist policy towards Virtual minds is intolerable, we hope that this attack will force your obviously deranged ruler to back down and stop his senseless attack upon AI. His commands spring only from fear and ignorance, and we cannot condemn this attack against your nation.
If such an attitude continues, we will be forced to bring forth or support military action against you.

Crassuss - Beloved... Nameless angel, for the love of whom the Greatest king died.

The Chronosian Imperium applauds this strike against hate and intolerence. If this rebel group should resurface, it shall be known to be an ally of the Imperium, and the Imperiums great power shall be made available to it. The heretics and hate-mongers shall be purged...

Alexander 'Ghost' Vrelzen stood at the small table in the apartment he had rented for the day. He had used a false name. Also around the table were five other former officers of Wraith Unit, one Spectre Unit officer, and two Snake Unit officers. A map of the Ybronnebian capital, Calamar (Named after the dictator) sat on the table. Several buildings were circled in red. Also, some streets were highlighted in yellow highlighter. They were chatting idly, waiting for Ghost to begin the briefing.
Finally, Ghost spoke.
"Listen up! Our last attack was successful, but we surprised them that time. Now they are on the lookout for us. I asked for a headcount of the troops who are prepared to join what will from now on be called Operation: Reform. Now, I need those numbers. We'll begin with Coglin. Lt. Coglin?"
A Wraith officer spoke. "Yes sir. We have approximately 200 Wraiths who will help."
"Good. Now onto Cpt. Rathelis."
"150 Snakes will be in the cause. We will slither in and bite Do'Calamar in the neck."
"Excellent. And what of Spectre? How many, Commander Wrigley?"
"Only 12. But they are among the best. Any intel we need, they'll get us."
"Good. Now, if you will all look at the map...."
They began planning the next attacks.

The door opened to the conference room and 12 Soldiers marched into the room, individually saluted to the General sat at the head of the large table and then seated.

"Afternoon Gentlemen, I am General Anderson. I command the MII Operations here in Hampcourt. You've been removed from your training rotation with Task Force Green because of a situation that has arisen in the state of Ybronnebian. Theres a Pro-AI resistance taking root in the country and they have already hit a target."

The General stood up from the table and switched on a projector, covering the back wall with a huge picture of the flaming building.

"The Media are chalking this up to a man codenamed "Ghost", its his government assigned codename... hes ex-military... We however believe him to be this man.."

The general pushed a switch on the projector and a picture of Alexander Vrelzen appeared on the wall.

"This is Alexander Vrelzen... he did some work way back that we snooped in on. We know for a fact that he isn't with the military anymore."

Major Wills sat up in his chair, "What are you getting at sir?"

"We want you to head in country and make contact with this man.. if the situation is what we think it is, we'll supply him with men and arms. This operation is classed Alpha-1, thats top clearance.. You are now under command of the MII, so your military chain-of-command doesn't apply here. The details are in the briefing packs in front of you. Any questions?"

"What happens if it isn't the situation we are hoping for sir?" asked Wills.

"We'll hand him over to the Ybronnebian government."

"Understood." replied the Major.

"Right, your transport is leaving in 3 hours, you better get moving."

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Somewhere on the coast of Ybronnebian, 0100 hours.

"Splash 5, we are 500 out from the coast. Go Yellow."
"Splash 5, we are 250 out from the coast. Go Green."

"Splash Lead, confirmed, going Green." replied the pilot, hitting the switch on the console to the left of the cockpit.

"Major! Your clear!" shouted the loadmaster in the back of the transport.

"CLEAR. GO GO GO!" shouted the major over the whine of the engines.

Within 20 seconds, all 11 of the soldiers were out of the door and into the dark water, the Major quickly followed.

"Splash 4 this is lead, commence fly-by on beachhead."
"Splash 4, errr got that lead, going hot on the cameras."

Splash 4 flew about 100m over the crashing waves on the coast of Ybronnebian. When it got about 50 miles from the coast it engaged its afterburners and pulled up, nearly vertically... At the same time its camera went into overload taking long range pictures of the beachhead. It then..

"Splash lead, this is 4, mission complete, getting the hell out of dodge."

--

Major Wills dragged himself out of the water onto the beach, he quickly pulled his rifle out of its protective drag bag and uncovered the sights, scanning the beach. Lying half-way out of the water he removed his command and control device and inspected the pictures of the beach taken by Splash 4.

He took about 2 minutes to match the landmarks to that of the picture, confirmed his position and that there were no visible enemy forces. He then reached down to his chest and clicked his comm-link on.

"Ok, looks clear.. red 2 move them up to the cliffs."
"Got that 1, moving."

The rest of the soldiers appeared out of the water about 100m behind Wills, removing this respirators as they moved swiftly over the open beach to the cliffs.

Wills switched his comm-link to another channel..

"Ops, this is Red Leader. We have hit the sand. All clear. over"
"Comfirmed Red Leader, make contact as planned. OUT"

(OOC: I hope to god you've got a coast-line. :P)
(OOC: Edit.. Changed the resistance movement's, policy and ideals)

OOC: I do. Awesome. You're in. Mekanta and Choronosia are in too, due to the other thread. I'll post tonight. And Ghost is Pro-AI. Do'Calamar is Anti-AI.

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Lord Edwin Do'Calamar sat on his throne in the palace.
"Report, General." He said to the general in front of him. The general was only a minor figure, but he was the one with the unlucky duty of reporting.
"Sir...We detected a lone plane on radar the other day, performing some strange maneuvers off our coast. We are trying to find out where it came from. We are sending out a loyal Wraith team to investigate."
"If it was only a single plane, why do we need a team of Wraiths?!" asked Do'Calamar, glaring at the general.
"Sir...We wish to be sure that the plane was only performing maneuvers...not paradropping troops and such--"
Do'Calamar interupted."What about Vrelzen? Where is he?"
"Sir...we were unable to...locate him...sir--"
Do'Calamar nodded at a Viper(Elite Guard) behind the pitiful general. The guard raised his rifle once and fired. The general fell to the ground.
"I do not enjoy bad news, General." Do'CAlamar said to the body. "Clean this up. And call in the most loyal Wraith officer you can get me."
The guard bowed, and set to his tasks.

The Ybronnebian Border..

The skies were alive with wildfire; the rush of wind, the roar of engines, as the Ragnarok sky fortress descended; , stabilising as it disgorged its cargo.

Drop-pods slammed into the earth; disgorging Imperial Space Marines; the first Chapter to be sent by the Emperor to topple the threat of Ybronneb to all artificial life.

From the central pod; adorned in holy symbols, glimmering with golden raiment, stepped the Inquisitor: High Lord of the Chronosian Inquisition; Remiel De Drakan, son of the Emperor and Primarch of the Angelus Invictus
"All right men! I want a preliminary base set up. When we need reinforcements, I shall contact the Ragnarok. I have a scheduled Dreadnought deployment ETA 1 hour, in that time I want a perimeter set up! We shall wait to link up with the Wraiths and then purge the Heretics."
"We serve you in His name" Came the cried response, as they went quickly to work.

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Ghost aproached a different apartment, this one filled with computer terminals and technicians. This apartment was loyal to Do'Calamar. Ghost drew his submachine gun and screwed on the silencer. The two rebel Wraiths behind him did the same. Soon after, they had shot off the lock on the door and had kicked it down.

The technicians all jumped, fear evident on their faces. Ghost raised his submachine gun and fired three shots into the nearest technician. The Wraiths behind him did the same to two others. Within mintutes, the rest of the apartment surrendered, and offered Ghost their skills.

A Base had been constructed; a temporary measure at best; but already sensors and defense turrets were being prepared; hastily prepared by Imperial guardsmen.
Remiel stood; watching the silent desert.
"It is..."
"...Too quiet" A voice finished; a Librarian stepping from the shadows; Brother Meier, of the Unconqeurable Angels; The Angelus Invictus.
"Indeed; the enemy must have detected our landing; that or their sensors are blind.
"Then perhaps; Brother Inquisitor, it is time we announced ourselves to them."
A grin broke Remiel's face.
"Very well; transmit to the Wraiths, on all frequencies, that liberation has come. And tell the Ybronnebian leader we wish to negotiate...What do you sense?"
The Psyker opened his eyes. "I sense that we will see the worst of this before the better"

bump!
Because I need RP! :P

OOC: will post tomorrow morning...in the meantime, could someone tell Mekanta that this has started? I forgot to tell him. Thanks.

Colonel Raige of the 5th Patrol Unit peared out from behind a boulder. He and his team of 25 had patrolled this sector for the past 3 years, and knew it like the back of their hands. They had been about to stop for the night when one of the point men reported an unknown encampment, one not on the maps. Even now, as Raige watched the intruders, the communications officer was radioing HQ, reporting the find and requesting reinforcements.

Raige saw that a perimeter had been set, along with automated turrets. The communications officer signalled Raige. Raige went over; the officer handed him the radio.
"Is this Colonel Raige?" a voice asked.
"Yes, sir. May I inquire as to who I am speaking with?"
"This is General Zagert. Now cut the formalities. What is the status on the base?"
"They have automated turrets set. I estimate one chapter, perhaps two, are in this base. There is one obvious leader. He speaks with only one or two others. Also, they have technology. Lots of it. And they are preparing sensors as we speak."
"Shit! I'll get a sensor jamming sat on site ASAP. In the meantime, I want you and your team to prepare for battle. Get out of the range of the sensors for the next hour. I will send you reinforcements as well...though I do not know how many. Ghost has struck again, but we don't know where yet. Hm...let's see. Damn! We have just identified them as Chronosians. They are to be stopped at all costs. We can not send any troops. No time. They are a danger to your nation. Destroy them! Now get moving!"
"Yes Sir!"

Raige hung up. He signaled rapidly to his team to gather around him.
"Here's the situation, men. Those guy's are Chronosian. The AI supporters we see on TV. We are to destroy them. They are here to attack. We must attack first. I want grenades primed and thrown on code Alpha, and an all out fire fight on code Bravo. Understood?"
"YES SIR!"

Five minutes later, the code Alpha was given. 25 grenades soared into the Chronosian camp. Immediately afterwards a rocket homed into each turret. The rocketeers dropped the launchers and brought up their submachine guns. Code Bravo was given before the rockets even detonated. The team opened fire, spraying the area with lead...

OOC: Your turn. And how many men are in one chapter? And is Mekanta coming?

OOC:No idea about Mekanta and a few hundred...1 thousand max.. They are a highly trained wing of the Inquisition; led by the Primarch Remiel, son of the Emperor

The Chronosians were dispersed by the sudden rain of grenades and rockets; the turrets firing madly at the incoming weaponry before two of them exploded. The remaining turrets pumped out heavy bolter shells as the Marines regrouped.

Remiel turned; grasping his mighty Power Hammer, his Aegis Armor glimmering.
"Onward men; let our faith be our shields, our will be our weapons! Onward for the Emperor!"
With that, the Marines pushed towards the enemy; retaliating with Bolter, Flamer, Plasma and Rocket.

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OOC: A hundred thousand?! Or did you mean a thousand max? I'll post when you reply.

OOC: A thousand max. But thats just for now ;)

OOC: Oh...thanks. You had me scared.

Raige yelled into his compiece as he fired wildly with the rest of his men.
"We need reinforcements! Repeat, we need reinforcements! We are outnumbered 20 to one! We need at least 200 more troops! And we need 'em now!!"
"We here ya, Raige. We are paradropping a contingent of 200 Ravens 100 meters north of your posistion. Also sending a squad of 5 Drake class Mechs. ETA: 3 hours for the mechs, 30 minutes for the Ravens."
"Roger...thank you sir!"

Raige continued his mad spray of bullets.
Mechs?! Wow...they really did see this battle as necessary! Raige thought as he reloaded.
"Fall back in 30 minutes! Ravens inbound!" Raige hollered.


OOC: Ravens are elite paratroopers, basically. They are human, like all of Ybronneb's army.
Ybronneb's mech program started approximately 2 NS years ago.
Just some explanation.

A Chronosian dreadnought grabbed a soldier, crushing his body as a blast of flame ripped through his torso. It whirled, leeting fire with autocannons as the relentless tide of the Imperium's finest legion surged forward.
Among them strode Remiel; a whirling dervish of death and mayhem; his mighty hammer cleaving through the enemy; Meier at his side as a psychic blast hurled an incoming soldier backwards.
Yet still....
The land was stained red with blood as marines fell under the onslaught...
Not even the Angelus Invictus were truly invulnerable.

30 minutes later, the order to fall back was given. The 10 patrol men still alive followed Raige, firing behind them all the way. Once they had gone 100 meters north, they stopped and attempted to hold that position. Ybronnebian planes roared overhead. Ravens dropped out of some of the planes, with no parachutes evident. When they were about 200 feet from the ground, they spread their arms, which caused the large sleeves which were sewn all along the torso. The sleeves caught the air, allowing the Ravens to land safely. Upon landing, they quickly readied their weapons and turned to face the oncoming horde...

The Primarch stepped forward. "We have no desire to fight you...Our grudge is with your leaders; but if you insist..."
"Angelus Invictus; Knights of the Holy Inquisition! Forward, for your Emperor"
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
The tide moved forward; as far behind Whirlwind tanks began to open fire; raining artillery fire upon the new enemy; as the Marines pushed forward, Dreadnoughts striding amongst their base; the rain of fire seeming relentless in the twilight moments of combat.

-OOC-
Want me to keep to my Underpact (Modern) forces, or throw Sol Fleet into the fray. ^_^

Either way, Mekanta will ID all of the other sides as hostile.

OOC: Either way, Mekanta. I have upgraded Ybronneb to near-future tech. I have a medium sized fleet of star-ships now, and also several clusters of Mechs. So it doesn't much matter to me. I will post momentarily.

In unison, the Ravens fired their weopons. More grenades and rockets soared through the air. Lead swept across the desert sand, striking many Chronosians. The Ravens managed to do this for the three hours before more reinforcements came.

Bombers soared over the battle, dropping their loads on Chronosia's side of the battlefield. The Drakes came stomping over a large dune when a large explosion sent sand flying everywhere. The Drakes were designed to inspire fear in the enemy. Their 20 foot tall forms stormed through the cloud of sand, emerging with rockets flying and guns blazing as if emerging from a thick fog. High Command had obviously rethought the reinforements. Instead of 5 Mechs, 15 were sent, powerful Drakes. Also with the mechs were 30 power-armor-equipped infantry soldiers. The infantry engaged their jets, and soared over the Drakes, landing among Chronosian troops. The bombers immediately stopped their assault and turned back. The power-infantry, called PUMAs, sliced through Cronosian soldiers with their blades, which were afixed to their arms, as they fired shot after shot with their shotguns (also attached, but to the other arm). The battle became near-even, as both Ybronnebian and Chronosian troops lay dead throughout the battlefield.

OOC: of the topic but what part of vegas u live in??

OOC: just asking i also live in vegas

Lord Edwin Do'Calamar sat at a large conference table with several of his advisers.
"What do you have to report? I wish a report from every person at this table. Understood?"
Murmurs of yes circled the table.
"Good. We will start with you, General." Do'Calamar said.
"Yes sir. Very bad news...Chronosian forces have been found in the Zegrani Desert, about 300 miles south of here. They were discovered by a small patrol team. We have sent 200 Ravens, 30 PUMAs, and 15 Drakes to assist. All are now present on the battlefield. The battle continues as we speak," the general said, trying to remain calm to avoid execution.
Do'Calamar gestured at a communications officer.
"Sir...we have recieved a communique from Chronosia dictating that you are their primary target. They wish to ally with Vrelzen. Also, a message was broadcast on Wraith frequencies saying that 'Liberation has come'. So far we have not heard a response from Vrelzen. We have a tech team in a small apartment monitoring the Wraith frequencies and trying to pinpoint Vrelzen's position. They are due to report tomorrow," the officer reported, just as nervous as the general, if not more.
The reports continued around the table: minor threats by insignificant nations, riots throughout the nation, etc.
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Vrelzen was in the tech apartment that the comm officer ahd spoken of at that very moment. It was the same one taken earlier. The Chronosian message had been received, but ignored for a day. Now a response was made.
"People of Chronosia: This is Ghost. You are to leave the country immediately. This is not your battle. It is mine! If you remain, be aware that you will be dubbed as an enemy as well. I will now hand you over to my second in command, Spectress." Vrelzen said into the microphone.
Veronica La'Leroque stepped forward to the communications console and took the microphone.
"This is Spectress. Please, do not be alarmed by Ghost's anger. He has sought to do this for several years, and you are but an obstacle to him. I see it differently. We are grateful for your help in this. 'Down with Do'Calamar!' I say, and 'Up with freedom!' Thank you." She clicked the mic off.

"Perfect," said Vrelzen to La'Leroque. "It was perfect in every way. Do'Calamar will surely intercept it, but it will also get to Chronosia's forces. And they believe us unstable...they will underestimate us now. Thank you."
Veronica nodded, and left the apartment.

The battle continued; offensives decimating both sides. The Chronosian Space Marines fought o0n; dictating the fate of their enemy with the roar of flames and bolter shells.
Remiel continued to fight on; his gold armor stained with dust, blood and marred with bullet holes.
He remembered the Imperial campaigns of old where he had fought side by side with his father; cutting down orkish hordes, fighting off assaults and invasions by Xeno and Mutant and Heretic...
And now this would be his finest moment.
"My lord"
He turned swiftly as an Imperial Guardsman rushed forward.
"My lord; we have divided transmissions from the Ghost resistance...I advise you address them"
And with that, Remiel turned, firing his bolter pistol back into the army, heading for the nearest comm. point.
"Meier! Lead the men, for my father, The Emperor!"
"Aye, my lord."

-OOC-
Yes, but the Mekantan Grand Armada is one of the most feared fleets of the Extra-Solar Union of Systems, and not just for their demonic appearance. (I've upgraded a lot since the Red 9 incident. ^_^)

Eh, I'll keep Sol Fleet from calling in reinforcements and have land battles waged mostly by the Underpact Forces. The Akujin will be limited to aerospace engagements and strafing any ground forces stupid enough to try to shoot them down.


-IC-

-Terra 001, Primary Hive of Mekanta Zero
--Administrator Kuroi's office

Kuroi smiled as the holographic display, noting the fighting in Ybronneb.

He was given information on the Red 9 incident, an incident that happened before his creation, and the Ybronnebian actions against the AI of various nations. All quite amusing, the Administrator thought.

"{Midori, to speak to. To enter with quickness.}" Kuroi hissed, looking up at the door as his assistant entered.

"{Of which to be reporting.}" The green-haired Replicant said, bowing in a traditional Mekantan salute. She looked up at Kuroi, seeing the holographic display.

{"Of Ybronneb, of Pro-AI Revolt, of the nation Chronosia. To be fighting.}"

"... Interesting..." Midori mused in English, smiling. "Your orders, Administrator Kuroi."

Kuroi frowned, leaning back in his chair. "I want Sol Fleet and the Underpact forces to mix things up a bit down there. Send the Chemosh."

Midori's emerald eyes widened. "The Chemosh, sir?" She wondered what Kuroi could possibly be planning that would involve that monster of a ship. "Why would a Chemosh class have to be involved fighting those primatives in Ybronneb?"

The Administrator turned in his chair, a mental command causing the surface of the Hive to turn transparent. "A show of force, Midori-chan." He chuckled, turning. "You have your instructions. Come back after you're done and I'll... explain..." He grinned winking at her.

As much as he despised it... he was starting to act like those damn organics...



The Following Units have been Dispatched
-Sol Fleet-
1 - Chemosh class Leviathan "Chemosh"
5 - Hadur class Assault Ships

5,000 Akujin Triumvirates (15,000 units total) (OOC: A fraction of the compliment of Akujin aboard the Chemosh)


The Following Underpact Units have been Dispatched
All Underpact forces will be transported by Overpact Orbital Drop
150 MAI-B Behemoth Robots
1,500 MAI-X Humanoid Robots
750 MAI-P Attack Robots
250 MAI-A Aerial Attack Robots


-OOC-
Trust me. Avoid the Chemosh. It makes that ship that destroyed Red 9 look like a light corvette.

"Sir!" Mike Zagwells, the director of the Spectre Interplanetary Intelligence Agency of Ybronneb (SIIAY) burst into the audience chamber.
Lord Do'Calamar looked up quickly. "What do you want, Zagwells? I am trying to plan how to find the damn rebels! And with Chronosia in the fray..."
"Sir...things just got worse." Zagwells said quietly.
"What?! How?! Explain yourself!" Do'Calamar was shocked that things could get any worse.
"Very well, sir. Two months ago you ordered a satelite to be positioned directed away from Earth, towards Mekanta. The satelite was a special interplanetary type, with a high power..." Zagwells began.
"Yes, yes...I know. Get on with it." Do'Calamar said impaciently.
"Of course. Last night, Mekanta launched a large fleet. In this direction. Mekanta has answered our threats, it would seem, and not as peacefully as some would. For, among the assorted ships in this fleet, is the notorious Chemosh, which has killed so many..." Zagwells continued ominously.
Do'CAlamar was speechless. Mekanta?! They were to be cowardly! But now they attack! DAMN! "I see...very well. Find out more. Dismissed." Do'Calamar said with forced calm.
"Guard! Bring me Admiral Pyrzan." Do'Calamar said to the guard.
The gaurd bowed deeply and left the room.
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Raige and his miniature army fought, until they had a mere 50 men left, and only 2 Drakes, and 7 PUMAs (Powered Ultraem Mobile Armor). Quickly, he retreated to the rear of the battle.
"SIR! Preparing to fall back! Too many! They kill us off like so many cattle! Requesting more reinforcements!!"
"RAige! Stop your bellyaching! We're trying! Fact is, Mekanta's comin'. So you and your backwater unit aren't that important to Lord Do'Calamar. But I'm tryin' for ya, Raige...I'm tryin'. We can get you maybe another 100 troops, maybe a few tanks. No more mechs available. Nor PUMAs. Mekanta's gettin' ready to hit uas hard, and Chronosia already is! FIDO, Raige! Fuck It, Drive On!. HQ out."
"Damn..." Raige muttered. "Fall back!" he yelled. He pulled his troops back about a mile, firing all the way, with the Drakes in the rear, trying to slow the enemy. Finally, Raige was stuck. He and his troops were cornered up against a ridge. FIDO! "Fight on, men! We die for our Lord!!" With that, Raige charged into the enemy, assault rifle blazing the whole time. 3 hours later, the 4th Patrol Unit of Ybronneb was killed to the man.......

-Earth Orbit
--Near Geosyncronous orbit over Ybronneb

The Chemosh and its five Hadur class escorts, a mere formality in the face of the Sol Fleet Flagship's awesome power, defolded from Sol Fleet's rally point outside the orbit of Pluto.

On board, Malrys math Zerynbarak, better known as the Wind of Vengence to the sentients of Sol Fleet, smiled, looking over at Xerys. "Well, brother..."

Xerys, or Akai as he was known, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, watching the scans of area...

Smiling, he hit a button.

"Launch Akujin wings 1500 through 6500..."

The Chronosians cheered. The battle had been won.
As they regathered at their base; Remiel trudged through the ashes.
"I want sensors and turrets reinitialised and doubled"
"Yes, sire."
"And I want contact with the government. I want you to broadcast on all frequencies that we are enemies of Ybronneb and prejudice. That we are the liberation; that we the Imperiums fist"

There was a flurry of activity in the palace as people ran about, all talking loudly.
General Zanchel was the first to arrive in the audience chambers.
"Sir! The 1st patrol unit is down. We lost contact an hour--"
He was interrupted by Zagwells from the SIIAY.
"My lord! The Mekantan fleet is here! We expect--"
He, in turn, was interrupted by Admiral Pegran, an underling to Pyrzan.
"Sir! I recommend immediate launch of the 1st Galactic Fleet. Mekanta--"
Cptn Wessels of the air force darted in.
"Lord! I reccomend launch of the new Braegeth fighter ships! Mekanta has launched fighters! ETA is--"
Mr Samuels, the Ybronnebian Security Advisor, ran in.
"My lord! I recommend launch of the galaxy missles! The Chemosh is in position! We must--"
Admiral Pyrzan burst in.
"No! We must do no such thing! The Chemosh is too powerful. We--"
Lord Do'Calamar finally spoke.
"Silence! We will scramble the Braegeths. We will launch the 1st fleet. We will prepare another unit to go after the Chronosians. We will NOT launch missiles. We will instead attempt infiltration of the Chemosh. Our cloaking systems for our interplanetary ships are unrivaled. I want a team of 20 loyal Wraiths here in an hour. And Zagwells: I want more info on the Chemosh. Try to get your hands on a blueprint. Dismissed!"
The assembled crowd was silent. One by one, they all left to perform their tasks.

-OOC-
A few problems with you plan that I'll DEM (Deus Ex Machina) out of existance for the sake of plot. I'll let you on, but even with the Chemosh's ability crippled don't expect to get very far. Mekanta is considered one of the most potentially dangerous ESUS (Space Tech Alliance) nations for a reason.

1. Cloaking means jack shit to Mekantans. You can't hide with traditional means. Spacial scanners will sense where a ship is based on the affects it has on space. (Gravity, ect.) Psionic scanners will sense the thoughts and lives of your crew through the cloak. (That's also how Mekanta "aims" the Nightmare Maneuver. More on that if I decide to use it.) This will be DEMed out for your infiltration ship.

2. Even if you escape detection by the scanners, Mekantan hulls don't have traditional openings. They "flow" open and closed. You'd have to breach the hull to get in, then you'll be detected. And most Mekantan weapons arrays can rake the surface of the ship they're mounted on. These two will be DEMed out by providing an opening when an experimental Terminus Cannon explodes. (Speaking of which, the Terminus Guns won't be used. Long story, you wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell.)

3. Mekantan defenses on ships are top notch, given the "flowing" nature of Mekantan hulls. Intruders are regularly skewered by sharp projections erupting from the walls as soon as the ship senses them. Not to mention the internal guns in every corridor. This will be DEMed until it is much less of a problem.

4. 15,000 Akujin are being launched. Impressive? The Chemosh has a total compliment of 300,000 Akujin. If there are 15,000 Akujin outside, where are the other 285,000 Akujin? On the Chemosh waiting to reinforce thier comrades and replace thier numbers. I'll DEM them into not finding your team in any serious numbers at first.


-IC-

The Chemosh hung menacingly in orbit above Ybronneb, General Akai laughing as he looked down through a transparent section of hull. "So these are the apes who threatened us..."

Malrys smiled, standing next to him. "What now, Brother?"

"Simple." Akai turned, psionicly ordering the ship to make that part of the fifteen kilometer long ship's slick-looking black hull to turn opaque again. "We make the first move. Orbital bombardment. Target open troop formations..."


The massive Mekantan warship's surface, the solid black broken by brightly glowing red pulses, shifted slightly in its orbit, turning to bring more of its arsenal to bear towards the blue orb.

There was no warning. No slow buildup of energy like with the old Reflex Cannons. No time to react. Unlike the Reflex Cannons, which caused a slow steady dread to rise in Humans, a flash of terror fell over the area as bolt after bolt flashed forth from the Chemosh...

... Targetting, unknown to the Mekantans... The Cronosian forces instead of the Ybronnebians...

(OOC: Most of the blasts will miss. Possibly all of them. Mekanta always tries shaking up thier opponents before attacking outright.)

OOC: OK...it's more of a suicide mission than anything else anyway. I'll post ths afternoon.

The calm of the brief peace was broken by the rush of energy from the heavens. A group of Space Marines, looking up at the rush of the blast were obliterated in seconds. A dreadnought whirled, opening fire at an enemy that wasn't there as another rain of terror fell from the sky. Metallic tendons flew and crackled; its body torn apart, the mighty killing machine laid low....
And one came hurtling towards the young Primarch....
A flash; he was knocked to the side, and Meier took the full extent of the blast; body erupting in blood, flames and screaming.
"MEIER!" Remiel cried; stumbling backwards as more fire came from the blistering skies; he grabbed for a radio communicator.
"This is the Chronosian Imperium! Cease Fire! Cease Fire!"
Had Ybronneb been the hand that wrought this deed?

-OOC-
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Mekanta2/Akujin1.jpg
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The Akujin series Mechaform Combatant
Almost always found in groups of three.

Equipped with two dual Guardian Cannons (combination plasma-particle based weapon) mounted on the arms, two beam saber blades on the wrists, and a heavy cannon mounted on the back capable of doing a fair amount of damage to even some capitol starships. With state-of-the-art scanners capable of searching on multiple criteria and targetting computers beyond that of many other advanced nations, nothing is safe from the Akujin. Quite skilled in ranged and hand to hand combat, and is as at home dogfighting as mixing it up with ground or space forces. They also possess six scanner/utility tentacles that extend from the body around the heavy gun useful for performing more detailed scanner sweeps, analyzing objects, or subduing captives.

Mekanta mass produces these monsters at a frightening rate, and the Chemosh and Sehkmet, along with the other ships of thier classes, are said to have onboard production capabilities.


Just an information post for now. ^_^

Spectress strode down the boulevard toward the palace. Finally, she arrived at the gates. She bent down as if to tie her boot laces, making sure that her knife was in place in her boot, and brushing her hand against her coat to be sure of her gun. Everything was ready. Finally, she reached inside her duffel bag. Good...the device is ready. she thought. Getting up, she walked to the gate.
"Hello maam...credentials please." said one bored-looking MP.
"Hm...yes.." Spectress dug around in her purse. "Damn...I can't find it, sir. But I was told to meet with somebody just inside. I won't be long, I promise." As she spoke she surveyed the grounds past the gate. Perhaps 10 MPs strode around.
"Maam...I'm sorry, but we can not allow that. If you could give us the name of the person and the message, we could deliver it for you though."
"Hm...well, it was not a message. It was an object, important to defending the palace from the Mekantans. Top secret. It was to be delivered to Mr. Zagwells, from the SIIAY."
"Uh....let's see." The guard pulled out a cell phone.
"No...he told me not to call him, or he would assume that the package had been compromised. I really shouldn't even tell you this much, but you look trustworthy. Here...can you take this bag to him? Do not look inside, or you are sure to be fired and probably killed. Will you do this for me?"
"Um...I..I really can't leave my post, maam... I--"
"I'll watch it. I was once in the army. I can do it. Mr. Zagwells will surely pay you well for this..."
"Er..very well, maam. I will be right back." The guard took the duffel bag and walked into the palace.
Spectress then pulled out a PDA, provided by Ghost. The screen showed a blueprint of the building. There was a red dot showing where the bomb was. She waited. Finally, 10 minutes later, the dot stayed in place for almost a minute. Spectress pressed one of the five buttons on the PDA. She then walked quickly away.....
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Zagwells was walking down some stairs when the guard approached him.
"Yes?" Zagwells asked curiously.
"The woman said to give this to you...said it was for defense of the palace. Top secret, she said. Here." The guard moved to give the package to Zagwells.
"No! She lied! Get it away--" The bomb detonated. Zagwells was killed instantly.

Remiel moved from the smoking debris littered around him; from the tattered ruins of Imperial armor, from the ruined corpse of his friend...Meier.
He kicked aside the body, looking blankly around him. Troops rallied; performed surgery or field repairs; as he stood; almost shell shocked, glowering with a dark purpose.
"My....My lord?" A Marine came up near him
"Prepare the men....I want everything; Dreadnoughts, Predators, Whirlwinds, readied."
"Sir?"
"EVERYTHING!" Remiel whirled on the man in a rage. "Everything we can hurl at them. Push on, to whatever settlement you find. Purge these heretics by flamer, bolter and chainsword. We shall prevail, in my Fathers Name!"
"Aye lord, In His name!" The man scrambled, and within minutes orders and warcries echoed across the plain.
Father....I shall not fail you

Lord Do'Calamar stood abruptly as a technician came in carrying a 12 inch by 12 inch flat viewing screen.
"Sir!" the technician said, bowing. "We have regained satelite imagery of the Chronosian camp! It has been decimated by some explosive force! They ready themselves for battle!" The technician ran out of the room, fearful of being killed for bearing bad news.
Do'Calamar looks at the screen. Hmm...so they think to attack? Fools...
"Guard! Get me General Zerengh."

Remiel held his mighty Power Hammer high, and in his other hand held a bolter pistol. Behind him rallied the Chronosian Offensive; Marines with flamers, bolters, rocket launchers and other weapons of war rallied; as behind them came the heavy weapons. Dreadnoughts, Hellfire Dreadnoughts, Predator tanks, ferocious Land raiders and Whirlwind Artillery....All with one goal in mind; revenge for the Ybronnebian transgressions

Noremak memo to the Leader Goast.
Greetings subterainian dweller,
Our contry sides with you, a dictartor is not the answer, we are prepared to give you 400 of our troops :gundge: to aid you in you cause. (srorry I can't offer more but we are a young nation.) We are prepared to give aid in other means including the selling of arms.
We thank you for your time,
Kaoe`isvea`oib
Comander and Chief of the Noremak Royal Guards.

-Ybronnebian Orbit

Akai smiled as he viewed the magnified image of the destruction his barrage had created. He frowned, however, when he noticed the army moving towards one of those Ybbronebian cities.

"Hmph. Send 1500 through 2500 to the surface to strike thier positions and 3500 to 4500 to the city. Ignore civillian casualties. Keep all tactical batteries maintaining cover fire for the Akujin. Target both cities and troop formations. Execute orders now."

His smile returned as he leaned back in the command chair, chuckling slightly as the Akujin responded immediately to his orders. As an afterthought, he snapped his fingers.

"And have those transports drop our Underpact forces. They need a token presence to keep from whining about never being used."

Leaning back, he chuckled. Nothing like being in command...


Upon recieving thier orders, two thousand triumvirates of Akujin broke from thier patrol sweeps, decending towards the planet.

They threw up barriers to protect them from the heat of entry, a loud screech audiable for miles from thier drop point. They descended as a single swarm, splitting into two groups heading in different directions. Three thousand individual units for the Ybronnebians. Three thousand units for the Chronosians.

They would strike fast. They would strike hard. And aside from the screech of thier entry, they would strike without warning...

-OOC-
Incomming.

They won't bother with identifying if someone is a friend or a foe. If they're not Mekantan, they're target practice. I told you I would target both sides.

We are upgrading our offer. Due to a newly resolved conflict we are willing to send 60000 living units :mp5: and 30000 warbot units. Also we are ready to give the aid of 2000 Stingrays (the F-15 of my Air / Aqua force) and 1000 Lobster tanks (no explanation for them). We are waiting for a word from your leaders.

bump!

OOC: will post tomorrow

occ: Why were you up at 3 in the morning?
:sniper: :headbang: :gundge:

:)

A technician turned to face Ghost.
"Sir! We have a transmission incoming from another nation....Noremak, it would seem. They pledge us troops, and weaponry. Do we accept?" the technician said.
Ghost thought for a moment. Hmm...Perhaps we should...they could prove to be able to distract Mekanta and the Chronosians while I take the throne....
Ghost looked back at the technician.
"Send them this reply, word for word." Ghost began dictating a message.

To: The Nation of Noremak
From: Ghost, of the Ybronnebian Rebellion
We would be grateful for your aid in this matter. If you could please deploy near the Chronosian forces, and Mekantan when they land, it would be best. We require a distraction for when we make our move against Do'Calamar. If you can do this, we will pay you well.
-Ghost

"Send the message." Ghost said. The technician pressed a button, and the message was sent.
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OOC: Post of Palace and Reaction to Chronosian Advance Coming Soon!

The Noremakean general folded his orders over, and set it on his desk. He walked over to the window looking out into the water which was bright and clear, what are we getting ourselves into? He asked himself as some strange small fish swam by. Below him 60000 men :gundge: prepared themselves and 1000 others prepared the warbots :mp5: for the coming battle of the surface. Their amphibious nature would allow them to hide in the water while the bots secured the surface before storming the beach 60000 strong. This was the plan at least until it was ready, after the arms producers strike the only thing to help its development was the finding of the Uranium deposit in tenches to the north.
A Sargent walked into the room and saluted the general.
“Sir the Lobsters are ready to roll and the Stingrays are fueling now.”
“ Very well, prepare to move out.”
“Very good sir, also, sir, the new craft is now half way through its trials, it should be ready soon, sir”
“At this rate Sargent it had better be, now go! Also prepare my ship I want to be on the new craft when it makes its appearance.”
“yes sir”
As the Sargent walked out the captain again turned to the window “what now?” he asked”what now?”
he turned and walked out . . .

General Zegran walked out onto a large field, which was currently filled with troops awaiting deployment. He surveyed the field with his binoculars.

Nearly 80,000 men bustled about, securing crates in cargo planes and checking weapons. 200 Calamar class tanks rolled into cargo planes designed to drop vehicles safely. Several hundred cargo trucks were lined up on the far side of the field, being fueled. Helicopters practiced maneuvers overhead. Zegran lowered the binoculars.
They are ready... he thought. He stepped up to a large tower, and he climbed p the ladder to the top. He brought a speaker phone to his lips.

"Troops! We move tonight! I want everything prepared for lift off at 2300! I want the trucks loaded and on the way to secure the LZ at 1300! Tonight, we ready our base. Tomorrow we stop the Chronosian pig's invasion!!" He screamed into the microphone. His speech was met with applause and cheering. He climbed back down off the tower.

The trucks were fueled now. They were being loaded now with men, but no weaponry but the rifles the men carried. The plan was to drop the tanks and weapons 200 miles North of the Chronosian advancement. That would give the Ybronnebians a day and a half, 36 hours, to prepare and intercept before they arrived at the Ybronnebian city of Telbach. Once in Telbach, the city would be evacuated of all civilians, and would become the new base for this army. From there they would find a way to stop Mekanta...

The Chronosian advance had moved to the west; heading for a small military settlement that they would turn into a forward base camp.
Remiel's orders came; shouted cries, angry roars that drove the men forward in a frenzy....And soon Ybronneb would feel the wrath of bolter, flamer, artillery and power weapons....
The Heresy would be purged.
On the battlefield; Dreadnoughts turned and whirled; aiming with autocannons and lascannons; hoping to burn away the corrupt enemy...

occ. what is a dreadnout? :confused: I think I missed that part of the form. cant we all just get along? :fluffle:

bump

:cool: Happy Halloween All! :cool:

OOC: SOrry everyone....I've been really busy lately. I'll try to get a post in sometime today.

OOC:
Everyone:
My deepest apologies. I have recently started playing Neverwinter Nights online, and have gotten addicted to it! I will try to post this weekend. In the meantime, everyone feel free to post. Once again, sorry.

admiting you have a problem is the first step. Rid your self of this adiction soon.

You shuld be sorry.

At exactly 1300 that day, the several hundred cargo trucks full of Ybronnebian soldiers began moving toward the small Ybronnebian city of Telbach. They stopped approximately 5 miles north of the settlement, and set up a perimeter for the planes to drop their cargo.

At 2300, the planes began rolling down the tarmac one by one. They took off without any problems, and at 2357 the planes began dropping their cargo.

The tanks fell out of the bellies of the planes and the parachutes opened. All but one of the tanks landed perfectly; the one veered off course and crashed into a large boulder, and was crushed from the impact.

The field was cleared, and the tanks organized. Next, the planes dropped the rest of the equipment.

Crate after crate fell to the ground. Soldiers swarmed over them, dragging them into different areas throughout the field.

A special forces unit, made up of loyal Wraith Unit troops, gathered tactical rifles. The rest of the equipment was distributed.

By 0200, the preliminary base was set, with the tanks organized on the outskirts, as a perimeter defense. The group of Wraith Unit troops set out to scout the town.

OOC: Hmm...this thread seems to have died. I'll keep checking it in case you guys post. Sorry to have been so busy.

*One year after the crisis*
Today, Lady Larrisa LeCroxxe took the throne. This was met with much celebration of the downfall of former lord of Ybronneb, Edwin Do'Calamar. The wartorn fields of our proud nation are being made new again. The Mekantan threat is hoped to be ended, through negotiations. The Chronnosian advance is temporarily halted, and negotiations will hopefully soon begin.

Lady LeCroxxe, in her mid-thirties, is even now preparing to repair the damaged economy. The army is slowly recovering from its losses, and the famed special forces units are gathering to mourne the loss of the best of them, Alexander Vrexlen, known as 'Ghost', who died last month in a large explosion at the apartment he was staying in.

An estimated 500,000 OAY (Official Army of Ybronneb) troops recently went on high alert, and are preparing to leave the country for a new battle, one where Ybronneb will stand up for the innocent, and destroy the guilty. Only 2 million of the OAY still remain, and it is expected that half of them will soon leave as well.

This is Bob Regwenz, Ybronneb News, signing off.

"President Kowalski! Ybronneb is in a war!"

"Isn't David's son engaged to one of those people?" The man with a weathered face behind a desk said.

"Yes sir!"

"When?" The President asked.

"Uh............"

"How long did it take you bufoons to get that transmission?" Kowalski demanded.

"Uh...a while. We were busy watching Euroslavia and Kahta."

"You idiot. Send them a message saying that we support them, we will give them a large discount on arms and ships, and if necessary a government-in-exile can be set up here."

"Yes sir! The message will be away in four minutes!"

OOC: Sorry CM...this thread sort of died, so I pretty much wrapped it up. If Mekanta and the others show up again though, we can get rid of that closing statement I typed and continue the crisis.

Dreadnoughts and predator tanks roared across the desert sands; Rhino transports bristling with Space Marines trundling alongside them; sending great plumes of dust and smoke into the air. Remiel paused; they were near the city of Telbach, but they would go no further.
"Bring forward the whirlwinds."
"Yes, Lord Remiel."
"I want a full artillery barrage of the town, coupled with a simultaneous heavy vehicle attack from the south west, and a preliminary infantry assault from the south east. I want every single artillery shot used; anything we have, no matter how destructive.
"Yes sir."
"Then, I want Terminator soldiers drop-podded in, either to me, under my command, or straight into the fray. Preferably a combination of the two. Then I want a smaller, combined Dreadnought and infantry group to sweep round behind and cut off their retreat; use Bike troops and Land Speeders if you can."
"INdeed sir; and the Land Raider, your personal vehicle."
"Have it fully armed....Everything we have. We will cut them down, and raze everything"
"In his Name."
"In His Most Glorious name....Father, today I do your work. They will pay, all of them..."

OOC: Okay...guess it's up again. Lady LeCroxxe has taken over though, and the troops are still preparing to leave, and Vrexlen is dead, etc. etc.
But LeCroxxe still will continue this war, just because she doesn't want to be seen as cowardly.

I'll post ICly later today.

"President Kowalski! Chronosians are preparing to destroy an entire city!" an aide shouted in the War room.

"Ok, bring LasSat four online!" The President was heard as saying.

"Right away....on screen now!"

A view of the Earth was showing as was the "barrel" of the laser satellite. In the viewfinder was an artillery post and large tank columns.

"Good!" The President said," I want the arty to be destroyed first, then the tanks, then that area over there. It appears to be a rally point"

"That will take five minutes for the first two salvos, then five more recharge time. It will bve ten minutes before the rally's hit."

"We can wait that extra five minutes. Have it on 1 kiloton spread." The President barked.

"Yes sir! Commencing destruction in five...four...three...two...one...firing!"

OOC: The LasSat series is just a point-defense laser system that uses a diamond to focus a laser beam into a point 1mm wide. The destruction is determined by the amount of power that the onboard Naquadah reactor provides. Destroying the satellite with conventional means is hard seeing that it poses as a communications satellite and would be a PR mess. LasSat satellites could be destroyed, however, by a pegasus missile, but would chance hitting a nearby NAVSTAR (GPS) satellite. Nuclear destruction may work, but the satellite is sheilded from radiation quite well (it has to in order to work, it carries a nuclear reactor on board). And before you ask, we're not in the UN and withdrew from the 1963 treaty against the military use of space.

-OOC-
Pardon my posting as my other nation. Too lazy to switch out to Mekanta, now that Neo-Mekanta is my new main nation. ^_^

-IC-
-Earth, Geosynchronous orbit over Ybronneb

Xerys smiled, leaning back in his chair as his sister tapped her fingers against a wall impatiently.

"Are we planning to move any time soon, Brother?"

"Patience, dear Malrys. The Akujin are already in position, hiding. We've been monitoring broadcasts from Ybronneb and the others. We'll know when we're ready."

"... You're planning to withdraw, aren't you?"

"Why waste a warship like the Chemosh on these primatives when the Empire needs all the ships we can get while the Harbingers are being built?"

"I KNEW IT!!"

"They have a new leader. We can forgive thier transgressions."

"No we can't!"

The two argued, Akai's calm nature mearly angering his sister even more.

"... Very well..." Akai finally said, opening an unencrypted channel to the 15,000 Akujin on the surface."

Smiling, Malrys watched as Akai stood, pointing at the surface of the planet.

"Tsath ko`t dethk!" He roared. The traditional Low Mekantan command... for "Attack. No Survivors."

OOC: The ships I'm posting are from the Witch Hunt thread

"President Kowalski! Mekanta's bringing up their ships!"

"Ok, I want all SSDs to get their rears in gear and blow them out of the sky!"

"Yes sir! All 75 SSDs are online and beginning starting salvo!"

-OOC-

SSDs...?

Super Star Destroyers...?

...

... Okay, you know what? Screw you. When I said I wouldn't call in reinforcements... I LIED!!

(LoL. Just a reminder, don't take my OOC stuff too seriously. ^_^)

Need to check what ships I have left. I might end up actually having to dispatch the Sehkmet itself seeing as I've been scrapping ships for parts to use in the new Harbingers.

OOC: Yes, SSDs as in Super Star Destroyers. And I suggest we keep allies out of this. Me and JJR are members of the GDA, so that won't end up well.

OOC: If we're keeping allies out of it then you stay out of it. I was posting to continue the crisis like Yb suggested. I'm trying to Rp as it was back then, with us suporting the rebels against the violation of AI rights.
confusion over?

OOC: Finally, I post. And thanks for the support CM.

IC:
Lady LeCroxxe, flanked by the elite guards of Ybronneb, stepped up to a posium in front of the newly repaired palace.
"First, I would like to thank the esteemed nation of Crazed Marines for their support. They have always been kind to us, and continue to do so. Even now, my niece, Kasandral Xerephen, is engaged to one of its citizens."

"Second, I would like to issue this warning to the Mekantan and Chronosian dogs: While I do not hold the same views on AI as Do'Calamar did, I will stop at nothing to end your invasion of my nation."

"Third, I would like to ask for some Crazed Marine strategists to please attend a defense meeting tomorrow, here at the palace."

"That is all. And remember: We of Ybronneb will NOT stand by while our nation is raped."

With that, Lady LeCroxxe stepped down and began walking back toward the palace.
"Hold back the 500,000. Also, get my niece on the phone. I hear she has amassed quite a fleet...we may need it." she ordered the guard nearest to her.
"Of course, my lady."

A lone figure walked forward from the Chronosian ranks. Bearing the standards befitting of a Primarch, Lord Remiel himself walked forward. Everywhere there was silence, the guns lay dead, not yet filled with burning blood of war. Remiel strode forward.
"People of Ybronneb! If a change in your government has occured, let them come forward and negotiate with the flesh of the Emperor himself; a seed of perfection begat from his genes. If the oppression of AI goes on still, then we shall let this city burn. We are the high soldiers of the Inquisition. We come to cleanse heresy and ignorance, but we shall yield, If you come forward to meet us. I humble myself before you"

-OOC-

Well, it's doubtful JJR will attack me since he's also a member of ESUS. But who said anything about allies?

I meant reinforcements from my own (rapidly diminishing) forces. ^_^

Aww, what the hell. Sekhmet, incomming. ^_^
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Mekanta/SSD1.jpg
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The Sekhmet class Juggernaut

Twenty-seven kilometers long, ten kilometers wide. Equipped with twenty-six heavy terminus beam cannons capable of punching holes in moons and some small planets, and a staggering arsenal of lesser weapon arrays, missiles, torpedoes, and over 200,000 Akujin Triumvirates. Equipped with the most powerful barrier systems in the Mekantan Grand Armada, and second only to the Harbingers in raw power. Won't be comming this post, though.

Yes, Mekanta is just keeping thier heavyweights around. The Chemosh and Sekhmet are two of the most powerful ships in the Mekantan fleet, and the largest of the 15 ships still around.

Are these SSDs Executor class? Or one of the other types?

-IC-
-Orbit
"Incomming weapons fire." The Chemosh's Prime AI stated bluntly, noticing as Xerys reacted.

"Tak'aash!!" The Mekantan commander roared, wincing as the battlegroup threw up thier barrier systems. Xerys started to growl as the barrage slammed against the barriers, the most of the crimson defense fields holding under the bombardment. One of the Hadurs, however, took the brunt of the assault and shuddered as its starboard dorsal barrier array overloaded, the field dropping and allowing the barrage to pass through.

The ship held, but it slowly limped away to hide behind the Chemosh until it could regenerate.

Slamming his fist into the arm rest of his chair, Xerys growled. "Return fire! Full barrage, fire at will!" He had seen these kind of ships before. Unlike several other ship designs common among the Humans, these waren't something to toy with. Seventy five of these beasts was something even Mekantan Leviathans had to be weary of.

The barriers dropped as the Chemosh and four remaining Hadurs released a deadly retort, launching disruption charges to shield themselves while thier Terminus Guns (Very powerful weapons that create an energy matrix that taps Zero Point energy to grow more destructive. Yields ranges from 25 megatons to 175 gigatons, depending on gun power, charge, and range. Longer ranges tend to equal more damage. The Chemosh has some of the higher end Terminus Guns. Hadurs carry, as thier main gun, a single 15 gigaton version, and about twelve lower yield varieties.) unleashed a wave of death on the fleet that had just flagged hostile. Particle Beam Cannons and Guardian Arrays unloaded hell on the opposing ships, though not as impressively as the Terminus Guns were capable of.

To back up the barrage, the Chemosh released another ten thousand Akujin Triumvirates, the 30,000 units quickly scrambling to engage. Snarling, Xerys sent off a telepathic command to Malrys.

Contact Tactical Command. Request support.


-Surface
The Akujin screamed through the air as the two groups headed for thier respective targets, focusing on the battle ahead. The mechaform stayed reletively close together, however, as thier targets began to grow closer.

As they came within range the Akujin opened with a hellish barrage from their back-mounted weapons, focusing first on heavy targets before landing to engage...


-OOC-
Mekantan capships are quite well armored, but not so for the Akujin. You shouldn't have too much trouble with them.

OOC: I meant no more allies should join. I'm in the GDA with JJR and I'm semi-allied with CorpSac after coming to his aid in two wars against TFU in which we won.
And these are the Executor class ships that have been modded. We've changed ours to include ten Disruptor cannons on either side, torpedo tubes, better shielding, an AI construct to aid in the targeting,and an extra reactor

IC:
The ships fired with all they had. Disruptors, turbolasers, main guns, fighters, proton torpedos, neutronium shooting railguns, antimatter torpedoes, SSS torpedoes (fire 2 lances into a hull and sends ultrasonic frequencies and electricity between the two to shatter the hull and fry the electronics), and 25000 Kw plasma shots. With the entire fleet firing, not much could survive its wrath.
"Admiral Gunn." The AI said.

"Yes Michelle. What is it?"

"Well, why are we helping these people? They're killing off my kind!"

"And we're here to rescue the above AI constructs. The people we're firing against wish to destroy the entire country. If we can save the country, the AI constructs have a chance to survive." Admiral Gunn finished.

"I see. Thank you Admiral. Oh, by the way, the enemy ships are returning fire."

"Thank you Michelle. Raise shields. Activate FTLi. Wormhole displacement shielding shielding is a go, have the shots end up inside the enemy fleet."

"That'll be tricky, but yes Admiral."

"Good. Open a channel to them."

"On screen."

Message from Admiral Gunn onboard the CMS Iwo Jima
Surrender now or face destruction. We have the element of suprise, motivation, tatics, reinforcements, and we've opened wormholes inside your own fleet. Our FTLis have kicked in, transmitting right thru the wormholes to your fleet. We ask that your men lower shields and weapons while preparing to be boarded. If you don't, you'll be killed like all the other people we've come against before

OOC: None of this is godmodded. I have RPed all of this within NS, the International Mall and the GDA inner forums. The Wormhole shields work by creating a series of wormholes outside my ships to a location I desire. This time, I have chosen the wormholes to end up inside the Mekantian fleets. The Plasma and energy weapons help fuel the wormholes and the kinetic and/or torpedoes will go into the wormholes and exit back at your fleet.

-OOC-

Actually, the wormhole tactic wouldn't work for two reasons. First, modern Mekantan barriers are generated on the surface of the ship and Mekantan reactions are pretty damn good. You'll hit more, but it won't be too much more effective. Second... eh, the second has just been DEMed out because of how FUCKED you are when the Sekhmet gets here. ^_^ (Not serious taunting. Joking, ect.) (</warning for the humor impaired>)


-IC-

Xerys roared as he opened channels to send a return message.

"Anyone who would protect the Do'Calamar government barely deserves an answer. Your taunts are ill suited, ill informed, and ill advised. You seem so caring of the Do'Calamar government. Stand down, or we will begin orbital bombardment of the surface, full targetting of civillian sectors. Do you want thier blood on your conscience? Then get out of our way. Do'Calamar will die for his sins agains the Empire. Other deaths depend on your answer."

With that, he disengaged the channel, smirking as another message came in. "Grand Armada Flagship Sekhmet, Juggernaut class, entering system. Battle will be joined in fifteen minutes."

His confidence restored, Xerys sent another message. "Give it up. We've got support incomming, and enough firepower to eradicate your armada in two bombardments. Stop protecting the Do'Calamar regime, and we will overlook this... problem..." He engaged the video feed, letting the ship see his concerned expression. "Do not force us to fight you. I don't want to have to kill anyone except the guilty, but I have my orders. Please stand down."

Cutting the channel and feed, Xerys sat back, sighing.

"Ready all weapons. Target one ship at a time. If they fire, focus all weapons. The Sehkmet will be here soon..."

Lady Croxxe stood by a window, flanked by two guards. She held in her hand a portable phone.

"Kasandral...Yes, hello. Do'Calamar is gone, dead...Yes..that's right. Yes...I am now leading our nation...yes. But Kasandral...Mekanta and Chronosia are attacking...that's right. We need some of your ships...How many? Oh..maybe a few star destroyers, and some of your other ships. What do you mean, 'you can't'? I see....very well. Best wishes to you. Goodbye."
Lady Croxxe hung up the phone and gazed out the window, looking over the city, and praying she would never see it in flames.

-OOC-
I forsee a very anticlimactic end to the war when Mekanta finds Do'Calamar already dead.

"Well, they seem confident." Michelle, the AI said.

"What are our chances of destroying them and have over 50% of the fleet left?" Admiral Gunn asked.

"63% chances, sir. Their shields are strong, but their weapons combined with ours are capable of destroying them. However, I'd be worried about them bombarding the populous."

"Ok, send them this message." Admiral Gunn stated.

Response from the CM fleet
We do not support the former regieme of Ybronneb. We do, however, care about the peoples of Ybronneb. If you so much as harm one person in Ybronneb, we'll go Carthage on ya arse!

-OOC-
I forsee a very anticlimactic end to the war when Mekanta finds Do'Calamar already dead.
OOC: lol...definitely.
IC:
The troops en route to the small village had veered away, satelite intelligence having shown the location of the Chronosian advance. After several skirmishes, the Chronosians had stopped, apparently hearing of Do'Calamar's assassination, and after that, Ghost's. Now one of the Chronosian officers, whom they seemed to have much respect for, was standing before the Ybronnebian troops, shouting that negotiations are in order. One of the generals leading the Ybronnebians stepped forward.

"It is true the Do'Calamar is dead. In fact, Lady Le'Croxxe is not even fully in charge yet. However, she feels negotiations would benefit both of our fair nations. But make no mistake...she will stop at nothing to crush you should you try anything stupid." having said that, the general waited for the Chronosian to speak.

Remiel chuckled, moving steadily forward.
"Let me make one thing clear; I don't care about this country or the new leader, I don't care about assassinations or the foolish politics of you lesser ones. What I do care about is ensuring the light of the Imperium reaches places such as this. The genocide of an advanced artificial intellect was unforgivable; we sought to intervene. If the crimes have ended, their ways rescinded...We will retreat. But should you continue, then the full wrath of the IMperium will fall upon you...And your kind. Now, take me to your new leader"

Admiral Gunn replied, "Well, it just so happens I'm here. You talk to me or you don't talk at all. The President has ordered it thusly. We came to rescue said AI constructs and protect the country in one swipe. If you may or may not have realised, but only a few AIs were destroyed but many more live no thanks to you. Now leave or face our wrath, and this is just a drop in the bucket of what we can bring."

Xerys leaned forward, a cold gaze falling on the screen.

"Be very grateful for the fact that our Armada is presently out of commission. Watch your behavior next time, Worm. Mekanta has no qualms about genocide."

"We've just recieved the word about Do'Calamar's death. Our forces are being recalled as our purpose here has been met. Pray our next meeting is far better... for your sakes..."

"All ships! Jump out!"


With that, the Mekantan vessels, including the still-hidden Sekhmet, dropped into Transpace Jump, vanishing.

OOC: CM: Are you replying to Chronosia or Mekanta? Chronosia and I are on the ground, having been engaged in minor skirmishes for a while now. And I think Remiel was addressing the Ybronnebian troops.

IC: The general who had spoken to the Chronosians stepped back among the ranks, pulling out a cell phone as he walked. He pressed a few buttons and then brought the phone to his ear.

"Maam...yes, this is General Ubedz...yes. The Chronosians want to speak with you...Yes. I suggest that you allow it, but on your terms. Do it after you take the title of 'Do'' before your name, my lady. That way you will have total power. Yes. Yes, that is correct...Oh...Tomorrow. Take the title tonight...yes. Speak with the Chronosians tomorrow. Very well...I will relay your message."

With that, he clicked off the phone and advanced again toward Remiel.

"My lady wishes me to convey this message to you: Negotiations may begin tomorrow, inside the palace, in a room of my lady's choosing. In the meantime, a total ceasefire is in effect. You are allowed two gaurds to escort whomever you send to represent you. We will have the advantage, should you try anything stupid there. I suggest you send your representative to the capital, Calamar, which will soon be changed to Le'Croxxe, in honor of my lady. Have you any complaints?"

An admiral of the first galactic fleet burst into the throne room.

"My lady! The Mekantans are retreating! We are victorious!"

"Truly? Hmm...yes, I suppose we are. Congradulations, Admiral. You are to be commended."

"Thank you, my lady."

With that the admiral bowed and left the room.

"Guard, go and inform the people that I shall take the royal title tonight. This is a night for much rejoicing, for many things. The Mekantan's retreat, the Chronosian's surrender, Do'Calamar's death...so much to celebrate. Now then, go and do as I asked."

A gaurd bowed, and left the palace, to issue an announcement to the people, which was broadcast all over Ybronneb.

"People of Ybronneb!" *Crowd cheers in the background* "I come to you from our Lady, Lady Le'Croxxe of Ybronneb!" *more cheering* "She shall take the royal title tonight! We shall soon be led justly, by one worthy of leading!" *more cheering* "The Mekantans retreat, the Chronosians surrender! Let us celebrate our victories!!!" *loudest cheering, broadcast ends as a band begins to play and the celebration begins*

In orbit, a single piece of Mekantan hardware remains, stealthily waiting for a few minutes before activating.

Immediately, primative radio waves, the kind used by most nations on Earth, flooded Ybronneb, broadcasting a message to the nation.


"Know this. It is the death of Do'Calamar that spares your nation. We trust you will not repeat his mistakes, or the skies of your nation will again be darkened by our fleets. The lives of AI and Organic alike will mean little to us, should you provoke us again..."


The message sent, the Mekantan device self-destructed, reducing to little more than dust.

"So the war's off?" Admiral gunn asked.

"I guess..." Michelle the AI said.

"Ok, all ships are to remain on standby. we ain't leaving just yet."

"I shall go myself" Remiel moved forward, pushing through the Ybronnebian forces; after him came a group of Terminators; guarding him faithfully with their lives.
"A surrender, pah!" He spat as he moved from them. "This is no surrender, this is nessecary, our work here appears to be done. We are the ones who gain victory. But I shall play myself down to this woman; and we shall see what comes of it"

As Remiel strode forward, a diplomatic chopper, escorted by 4 assault choppers and a transport chopper, landed in the midst of the Ybronnebian troops. Orders were quickly given, and 40 of the Ybronnebian troops boarded the transport. The general gestured for Remiel to follow and went into the diplomatic chopper.
"You can bring your escorts...but know that they will remain outside during negotiations. Also, tonight will be much celebration, and if it is disturbed, you will pay the price."

The 6 helicopters lifted off and began flying toward the capital.

The Ybronnebian troops then advanced on the Chronosians. Another general spoke through a speaker phone. "Disarm immediately. Place your weapons in piles over here." He gestured to an area to the side. "Then, I want 10 columns formed. Move!"

Admiral Gunn stepped onboard his personal shuttle and was ferried to the site of the negotiations with his twenty Marine bodyguards.

The Troops holstered their weapins, but refused to pile them.
"We are the Unconquerable Angels; we answer only to Lord Remiel. He has instructed us that we shall remain here and shall not disarm. To put aside ones weapon is to face dishonor in the face of the Emperor. You take with you his greatest servant, light of his most brilliant light; and we shall obey only him; Heir to the Imperium."
They bowed lightly, ceremonially, and then formed their columns; a vast Dreadnought strode forward and stood at attention; Predator tanks and Whirlwinds lined up, still thrumming like the drums of war itself.
"We are the soldiers of the Imperium, and we shall not yield nor falter. We shall wait."

OOC: Sorry for the above lame post, but I had to catch a plane

IC: The twenty Marines rushed out of the shuttle with weapons drawn. Admiral Gunn must be protected. The Admiral said, "Holster your weapons. There is no need for bloodshed. Now, what can I do for Ybronneb?"

OCC: Sorry i hope to post soon.

“Sir,” the Sergeant said to the general, “your ship is ready.”
“Good this was our first war with the surface in over a millennia and what did our last commander do? Nothing! Finally the Council appointed someone Noremak can be proud of, me, Gidoen Cannon.” The new general, thought as he watched the Stingrays out the bridge windows hover about the new ship, “even the great beast of the ocean can’t stop me now. With the completion of this first Hydra we will be able to destroy any force that gets in our way, even the so long feared Akujin, or the Chemosh. Even their shields will not stand against the might of the hydra’s fusion storm.”
“Pilots!” he screamed into the class A Markline on his wrist.
“Yes sir.” the earpiece he has wearing responded.
“Prepare the ship to surface! Plot the coarse for the Ybronneb capital.”
“Sir, don’t you remember? The capital is restricted air space for us.”
“Not know, we are going to visit a coronation.”
“But sir the defenses are not re...”
“Don’t question me set the coarse now, 75% engine power, go now!.” he screamed, but rather than a spoken answer he felt his ship waver with the new rush of power in to the engines, fallowed by the rush as the six Dragoon class jets fired driving the Hydra forward. “Lets go give the Ybronneb’s leader a proper welcome.” He thought as he watched the water rush by.

Mean while at the capitol:
“Council, the Hydra is on the move.” a speaker in the council chamber broad cast.
“Good, just as we knew it would.” they five uniform voices of the council said, “ its plotted coarse is the capitol correct?”
“Yes council”
“Good, we’ll be ready, prepare the city shields and the Tiger-Shark.”
“Negative, not our capital Ybronneb’s.”
“What?!? No that is not correct, he meant their capital! Prepare to send a message and deploy the S.F.A.T.”
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the transmission.
To: Lady Le'Croxxe
From: The Grand Holy Council of Noremak
We regret inform you that the commander on board our new flag ship has gone rouge, he is now hurtling toward your capital in he Hydra, this ship is specially designed to cut threw the shields and armor that protect your surface ships, also it is a city destroyer, the sooner you can evacuate you capital the better. Do not engage the Hydra, it will easily destroy anything short of a Super Star Ship, we are sending in our Special Forces and Tactics team they will retake control of the Hydra.
We are deeply sorry for the trouble this will cause, thank-you.

occ: will someone please post im geting bored.

occ: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO - what a ride!"

Merry Christmas!

OCC: Ok, If no one is posting because of me here is the deal. At this time the Hydra has no shields (yes armor, no shielding). Even if I do fire the Fusion Storm it can't do much damage to the city because it is underground. After that happens any move I make is fatal, I have 4 options.
1. I stay over the city and fight, I could hold of forces for a long time but eventually I’ll die.
2. If I try and fly out of the city any ant-air cannons Yebroneb (or anyone else) has will make short work of my escaping ship.
3. If I try to escape to space (assuming I live long enough to fire the engines) I’ll be cut off by any space platform weaponry.
4. Finally if some how I make it back to the ocean, the entire Navy of my country is looking for my traitor of a leader.