NationStates Jolt Archive

New Haven Cuiper Belt

Several flashes – and the 3rd Lysander Spooner Battle Group emerges from hyperdrive, escorting what seems to be a copy of the old Gene Roddenberry Spacedock.

Admiral Stoner shrugs as he watches the Spacedock – named the Senator McCain Spacedock, actually – “Didn’t they tell them not to put Trekkies on the design committee?”

“Yes, actually.” – replies the aide. “This was intentional. After the GRS got destroyed, someone decided to model all out Main System Designated Docks after it.”

“Crap.”

“Crap is right, sir.”

The Spacedock reaches it’s projected location, and, like bees, Liberty class S-SUV’s (Space Sport-Utility Vessels) begin to fan out through the Cuiper Belt, collecting whatever kind of asteroids they could sell for most.

A few seconds later, a message beams out:

LKA Government Official Announcement

The Government of the Libertarian Kingdom of Allanea claims the NHCB for it’s own use, which is designated as all space starting 5 AU from the outermost planet of New-Haven and extending for 10 AU’s [OOC: Or however wide is the Cuiper Belt), to be known as the Allanean State of New Montana, with it’s governor seated at the McCain Spacedock. The 3rd Lysander Spooner Battle Group will secure the area against all enemy attacks.

HNSC Starfire

Commodore Kovalenko paced the deck of his flagship.

"Bloody Allaneans, I still don't trust those bastards." he thought to himself.

He stroked his beard and sat back down in his seat. After staring out towards the planet for a minute, he pressed a button on his chair.


To: The Allanean Government

This is Star Commodore Kovalenko of the Hattian People's Space Fleet
and the USR.

We recommend that the LKA move it's claim somewhere else.
We do not trust you and if you locate your claim here, you will be
subject to eviction by the Hattian People's Space Fleet and
the USR at a time of our choosing.

If you resist, we will use whatever force is necessary.

Good day.

Star Commodore Kovalenko
Hattian People's Space Fleet

USS Rober Barr

Admiral Stoner smiled as he read the missive. Those communists... sometiems they were funny.


From: Admiral Pyotr Stoner, USS Robert Barr
To: All Concerned

This is sovereign territory of the Libertarian Kingdom. You have no right to dictate anything to us. Those who believe that having a bigger gun enables them to dictate their terms to other, that might makes right, and that they can apply this principle to Allanea have always received the same response from us. It's written on the hull of our spacedock.

OOC:

Roster of the Lysander Stoner Battle Group

USS Robert Barr [Valiance Class Vessel],
carrying 432 Fighters, 72 Gunships, 8 Corvettes, and 4 Frigates.

USS Exterminator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Deforestator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Demolition [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Obliterator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Eviscerator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Depopulator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Mutilator [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

USS Necrophile [Kryptonite Mk I Class vessel]

[Each of those carries 36 fighters]

USS Incinerator [Kolob Class Vessel]

USS Suffocator [Kolob Class Vessel]

USS Cannibal [Kolob Class Vessel]

USS Vivisector [Kolob Class Vessel]

[Each of those carries 72 fighters]

USS Florence Nightingale - Patriarch class hospital vessel
USS Victory - Patriarch-class cargo vessel
USS Conquest - Patriarch-class cargo vessel

4 Hive-Class Drone Carriers ( carrying 6,000 combat drones (which are cheap, junk, space-converted MiG-21's)

HNSC Starfire

Kovalenko chuckled as he listened to the Allanean reply. "So be it..." he thought. To him, this would be just another battle, he had flown from one side of the galaxy to the other, fighting Pirates on the fringes and empires farther inwards.

He was renowned throughout the Republic for his use of underhanded tactics to defeat larger and superior enemies, it was these tactics that allowed him to shoot up through the ranks and become a Commodore at the relatively young age of 41.

The Allaneans had probably bitten off far more than they could chew, once again...

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"Now, all I need is confirmation from the Congress..." thought Kovalenko, "Perhaps some old friends of mine would like to take part in the fight."

Kovalenko's fleet powered up, the flourescent blue of their engines could be seen for great distances. They moved silently to the edge of 'New Montana', careful not to enter.

If one had taken the time to look closely at the gigantic ion cannons which dominated the profile of the Nemesis class Battleships, might have seen a bit of blue light coming from the barrel, indicating that the guns were charged and ready.

Fighters, bombers and corvettes swarmed about the fleet like bees around a hive. Most of these pilots had seen the bitter fight against pirates attacking Hattian colonies on the fringes of the galaxy and were bitter, deadly enemies to face.

Kovalenko stared out towards the Allaneans and sent another message...


This is your last warning, remove all military assets from
New-Montana at once and no harm will come to you, we do not
wish to make Allanean widows.


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HNSC Red Hammer: Orbiting system HBK232743, 12 light years from Earth

Star Admiral Sokolov leaned back in his chair as he listened to the message from the Commodore. "Bloody hell, we've been stuck in this backwater system for too long, we could use a good fight" he said to himself.

He stood up and activated the comlink to the fleet.

"All ships, make ready for the jump to hyperspace, we are going to New Haven!"

A few minutes later, the Navigator looked over and nodded. Sokolov once again activated the comlink.

"All ships, jump on my mark. We fight for freedom!"

USS Robert Barr

Admiral Stoner walked onto the bridge of the enormous vessel, smiling. Off the ship fighter after fighter were taking off. Every fighter, gunship, corvette, frigate that the Allaneans could muster was now taking off. The hiveships in the back were swarming with drones, ready to strike. On the big ships, the Farad cannon were powering up, ready to spit gigatons of firepower at the enemy. On the Robert Barr itself, the twin hulls had split up, creating two Farad cannons, ready to fry the enemy with two gigaton-range blasts.

He shrugged as he looked at his aide. "Oh well..."


For the last time, it's not yours, back off.


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In orbit of Sol

Several flashes - and the 4th, 5th, and 6th BattleGroups dove into hyperdrive, summoned by the Admiral's subspace transmission. The 4th Battlegroup, composed of a swarm of Stealth Attack Frigates, would erupt from hyperdrive far from the confrontation zone, cloaked, and remain undetected by the Hattians. THe rest would appear directly behind Admiral Stoner's forces, creating a desperately needed deterrent.

ISASF Hurricane (Hurricane-class Dreadnaught; ISASF Flagship)

Admiral Whitman of the ISASF's New Haven Fleet sat on the bridge of the ISASF's newest ship, the Hurricane. She was a fortress in the sky, stretching 10 kilometers from engine ports to the forward VWSHIC (Variable Wave Super Heavy Ion Cannon) arrays.

"Sir, we have an incoming message from ISASF Command! Red Star priority!" Whitman plucked the dispatch from the printer mounted next to his chair as it printed, putting on his reading glasses while he read the dispatch:

FROM: ISASF Command
TO: Admiral Charles Wittman; New Haven Fleet

You are to take the entire fleet and rendevous with the Hattians. It appears as if we are on the verge of a major space war with Allanea. You are to go to full combat stations, and bring all weapons to full charge and readiness.

Good luck.

"It's authentic," Wittman's aide responded as he checked the confirmation code to his decoder.

"All vessels, this is Admiral Whittman. Follow our lead into hyperspace, and go to full combat alert. All hands, man your battle stations!"

OOC: TAG, Thelas has a base there too ya know...

OOC:

ISASF Ship Stats

Mosquito-class Frigate (3rd Generation TIS warship)

A fusion-driven and powered manned spacecraft, capable of fast acceleration and scooping up fuel from it's environment. Fuel sources include Helium-3, Deuterium, and Tritium. Weapons include:

1 spine-mounted ion cannon
50 point defense turrets.

Basic Radar Suite (300 degree scanning arc)
Mk. V Light Energy Shields (breaks apart incoming objects before impact, dissipates energy weapons, moderate-low protection).
3 meter thick Carbon Nanotube-reinforced Titanium-alloy armor
Solid-State Hyperspace Module (capable of 1000 LY jumps with maximum charge)
Basic FTL communications
Low profile

Crew: 15 (5 per 8-hour shift); 11 crewmen, 4 officers.


Asherton-class Cruiser (3rd Generation TIS warship)

A fusion-driven and powered manned spacecraft, capable of moderate acceleration and scooping up fuel from it's environment. Fuel sources include Helium-3, Deuterium, and Tritium. Weapons include:

1 front-facing VWSHIC (Variable Wave Super Heavy Ion Cannon)
1 spine-mounted extra-long range mass driver (300mm projectile; 200 DU rounds)
20 missile-launchers (10 port, 10 starboard) containing ACSM-01 Mk. X anti-capital ship fusion-driven missiles)
150 Point Defense Turrets

Improved Radar Suite (300 degree scanning arc) - able to faintly detect cloaked ships.
Mk. V Moderate Energy Shields (breaks apart incoming objects before impact, dissipates energy weapons, moderate protection).
10 meter thick Carbon Nanotube-reinforced Titanium-alloy armor
Solid-State Hyperspace Module (capable of 1000 LY jumps with maximum charge)
Basic FTL communications
Moderate Profile

Crew: 30 (10 per 8-hour shift); 24 crewmen, 8 officers.


Hurricane-class Dreadnaught (4th Generation TIS warship)

A fusion-driven and powered manned spacecraft, capable of moderate-low acceleration and scooping up fuel from it's environment. Fuel sources include Helium-3, Deuterium, and Tritium. Weapons include:

2 Front-facing VWSHICs (Variable Wave Super Heavy Ion Cannon)
2 bottom-side turreted rail guns (300mm cylindrical projectile; 1200 DU rounds)
4 top-side turreted rail guns (300mm cylindrical projectile, 2400 DU rounds)
60 dorsal-mounted missile-launchers (30 port, 30 starboard) containing ACSM-01 Mk. X anti-capital ship fusion-driven missiles)
300 point-defense turrets.

Advanced Radar Suite (360 degree scanning arc) - can faintly detect cloaked ships (theoretically possible to gain weapons lock).
Mk. V Heavy Energy Shields (breaks apart incoming objects before impact, dissipates energy weapons, high protection).
15 meter thick carbon-nanotube reinforced titanium alloy armor
Solid-State Hyperspace Module (capable of 1000 LY jumps with maximum charge)
Basic FTL communications
Moderate Profile
Crew: 120 (40 per 8-hour shift); 108 crewmen, 12 officers.


2 Fleets - New Haven and TIS Homeland Defense

A Fleet (for the meantime, until more ships are constructed) consists of:

100 Mosquito Frigates
20 Asherton Cruisers
1 Hurricane Dreadnaught

OOC: TAG, Thelas has a base there too ya know...

Erm, what are you talking about...? I'm pretty sure the only people on New Haven are me, The Island States and Hallad

As Arch-Chancellor of Greater Prussia, and as Monarch of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon, I hereby condemn all hostile attacks that have occured, are occuring, and are yet to occur. I plead for both Allanea and Hattia to back down hostilities immediately -- useless bloodshed is unneccessary.

I respectfully ask that all hostilities are ceased, or I will have no choice but to interject with either peace or force.

God Bless Greater Prussia.

--Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III
Monarch of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon
Arch-Chancellor of Greater Prussia

We have yet to engage the Hattians in any way, and do not intend to do so.
May God Bless the Emperor.

- King Napoleon De Sanglant

"Shit, shit, shit!" Comrade Govenor Ameen Albaar yelled. He looked up at the sky from the balcony of the colonies' council building. New Hallad, part of the USR settlement, had been running for nearly two weeks now and conflict had already been brought about. War may not be upon them, but it could break out at any moment.

"Comrade? What are your orders?" Omar Nasser, General Elect of the New Hallad People's Milita, asked the govenor.

"Put the Militia on high alert. Men must always be at the barricades and manning the AA guns." He paused. "Make sure all the shelters are able to take a pounding."

"Yes, comrade. Shall I prepare the vehicles for combat?"

"Yes. 10 of the T-72s should be inspected."

The General Elect walked away. New Hallad would be waiting for an attack, 500,000 colonists would be at stake.

(New Haven Colony Dispatch)

"Halladian Comrades, do not worry! We are diverting heavy weapons platforms over your colony to help protect it, and we are transporting GLAOMs (Ground-Launched Anti-Ortillery Missiles) to your colony now. In the event of war, we will stand side by side in this fight."

Governor Peter Watson
New Freeport Colony

Imperial Patrol group Primus was sitting stationary at the edge of Imperial Space. Grand Admiral Orion sat on his command chair, reading his orders from the Emperor.

"Hmm..."

"They are quite far from our nearest border sir... I do not see why we need to watch them..."

"The Emperor has asked us to patrol the border nearest the situation, and we will follow those orders."

"But why sir?"

"This isn't the only possible conflict going on... Imperial Patrol group Gamma records that they are observing some strange activity near Tydus Prime... it is our job to keep the trade routes through Imperial space safe, and goddammit, i'm gonna do it."

"As you wish Admiral. Following course to first Nav Bouy."

(New Haven Colony Dispatch)

"Halladian Comrades, do not worry! We are diverting heavy weapons platforms over your colony to help protect it, and we are transporting GLAOMs (Ground-Launched Anti-Ortillery Missiles) to your colony now. In the event of war, we will stand side by side in this fight."

Governor Peter Watson
New Freeport Colony

We thank you for your generosity. I shall recommend that double the fodstuffs be loaded onto the next supply shipments to your colony, from Hallad.

As we have no knowledge of such weapons, we will be requiring manuals on the use of the weapons.

Comrade Govenor Ameen Albaar
The New Hallad Colony

I echo the statements of the Arch Chancellor. I call on Allanea and all others to stand down. Allanea has a right to this space. Just because it is too near to you for your comfort is not a legitimate reason to mobilize. You had intentions and desires to fight Allanea long before this. This is merely an excuse and I see right through it.

The Greater Prussian Empire is prepared to step in if necessary.

Rev. Dr. Ian R.K. Paisley
Emperor of Greater Prussia
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To: King Napoleon
From: Dr. Paisley

Nap, my boy. I know the situation you are in. I know you love Allanea, but you must clamp down. Keep the Allanean military from acting of its own accord for now. There are too many radical elements. This move into space is NOT a smart move. Move out the warships and keep peaceful colonizations fleets behind. Keep a way to defend yourself, but not an aggressive looking fleet.

Allanea loves you, Nap, but keep your head on.

-Ian

Two hundred Imperial Striker Vessels (essentially a very swift, powerful, manned cannon that attacks larger vessels and out manuevers them. Looks like a star fighter...not too big) arrived in the new Allanea colony and went on patrol to prevent enemy vessels from sneaking any men or weapons in. It was not an offensive measure, but one intended to protect the new colony from its many new enemies.

Kremlin Palace

"This is not good," the Czar said to Alyanov Grennavich, the Finance Minister.

"Correct," the old man stated. "We have some large economic deals with Hattia, and Allanea is a Greater Prussian State, henceforth an Open Market Policy is inacted. A conflict could have major economic reprecussions for Derscon."

"I know that," the Czar responded. "The DOW fell ten points when this was announced."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Good."

*Royal Residence, Allanea*

"Paisley." Napoleon sighed. "A good man...but too peace loving for me."

He looked at the letter and folded it quite carefully, placing it neatly in the centre of an empty desk drawer. "Ian is always right." he said dejectedly.

"General Gillot!" he called into the hall outside of his cavernous study. "Yes your Highness." he snapped to attention. "I want you to take the warships out of the colonized area. Leave one with each convoy...or enough to protect as you see fit. Remove offensive strike capability. If we plan to coexist beside these people we can't have them fearing us. Also, I need to have a talk with the man who authorized this mission."

The General appeared rather upset, but complied, turned around sharply and going about his work. Within the half hour, the warship's were headed back towards Allanea and leaving the area.

Kovalenko smiled at the sight of the Allanean warships leaving the area, while a cheer went up from the ship's crew. He sat down and let out a sigh of relief, then sent a message to the incoming fleet.


Abort


He then sent a message to the Allaneans.


Thank you for seeing the wisdom in backing down.
Now, if you wish, we will protect New-Montana ourselves.


A good portion of the fleet turned and began to make their way back to the planet, while the remaining ships awaited a reply.

"Change of plans, sir, we're being ordered back on our patrols of the New Haven sysem," Hurricane XO Thomas Watterson said.

"Very well then," Admiral Whitman replied. "All ships, resume previous patrols and stand down from battle stations."

The Imperial Striker vessels continued to Patrol the Allanean space around New Montana.

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Letter to Hattia:

We have the protection of New Montana well in hand. The land we have claimed is now our own and we shall protect it. We would certainly like to work together to protect the GENERAL area, but the area that is ours we will protect.

Dr. Paisley
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A convoy of 22 Star Freighters crossed into New Montana from Greater Prussia. Two Striker vessels moved in to inspect, found they were Prussian, and departed ad the Freighters moved towards the Space Station.

OOC: Crap. I did not realize this was a Space RP. Too bad I don't hav emy space fleet anymore..... :(

bump

OOC: Personally, I consider the situation to be over.