NationStates Jolt Archive

The duke looked over the table at his science advisors, "Are we ready?"

"Yes, the prototype is ready to be tested."

"Good, whenever your ready, advisor," the duke replied.

Twenty miles away the Trans-phasic Warp generator came on line. The power output immiediately produced the desired distortion field which began to phase the steel block it sat on to pure engery. In the control room, scientists watched intently as the field reached its maximum output. Suddenly, a massive power surge raced through the wires and hit the generator. The safety systems and software could not compinsate and the field fluxuated wildly. Soon, the entire test facility was engulfed in a massive field turning all matter into pure energy. With such a concentration of energy in one spot the outcome was enevitable, a ten mile diameter crater appeared where once a dried lake bed had been.
Plasma energy spread out coursing through the valley and hit the captial city a few seconds later full on. The cars drivng in the street were instantly cooked, paint flaking off and turning the cars into red hot death traps. People who were lucky enough were immidiately turned into air pollution.

The duke stared wide eyed at the security feed at the death above his underground bunker.

"Sir, just before the failure an explosion regestered in the power generation matrix. There's no way that could have happened with buffers, it was sabotaged! :mp5: "

"I don't care what happened. Right now we need help! We have to evacuate the city!" the duke raged.

200 MedEvac dropships are en route to help you. We'll also send in a few HazMAt teams to help you clean up this mess.
--President Mike Kowalski

OOC: Each medevac dropships are just like the Pelicans from HALO fame and can carry up to 20 people in the cargo bay. We can also hold an additional ten on the vehicle racks that were converted to hold seats like in a rollercoaster.

Terran Orbit, GeoStat No.A1F

The geoStat was a mindless thing, to an extent. Its rod logic pathways were quite capable of detecting increasing wavelength emmissions, and sending daily updates to a central database with virtually no errors and with little waste in bandwidth. In any case, it was smart enough to detect a plasmic energy burst as being real, but not smart enough to tell if it was (1) a giant death ray going through the planetary crust, or (2) a warp generator overload. A rarely-used algorhythm kicked in, a small antenna pivoted towards a relay satellite. A few seconds later, a bored technician in the massive spire of High Guard Court was looking at a Priority Two alert.

High Guard Court, Wye City, Central Pacific

The command center of High Guard Court, located deep within the two-hundred-story spire, was always busy. A few techs and Guard on duty saluted stiffly, the rest went on with their work. Most could not have noticed the general walk in in any case

"...It's a massive explosion, glassed everything for miles around. Dunno the origin, but we don't have any missile or stat firing records in the area...."

"...Ser, got the Tower on the line. They say those people shouldn't even be messing with something so advanced, if as powerful as it looks...."

"Hmmm. Get General Markowitz, have him prepare a containment squad for immediate insertion," the general commanded. "And have a FLASH link to the nation's government. I want to have full authorization."

"Yes, general," the aide hooked into one of the free consoles. 'And if they don't give it?"

"Then we go in anyway," Marshall Gerard Storm chuckled.

The duke looked up from the command post that had been set up in what was once an soccer stadium. The communications had just been revived from the plasmic energy burst. He had been working non-stop for hours to try and save as many of his people as he could but things had not looked good from the start.

The communications officer approached him with a quickly scribbled message.

"Sire, we just recieved this. Help is on its way from two sources. One is sending in medevac drop ships. Another...the High Guard...are asking for permission to enter the country."

"Permission granted. We need all the help we can get. Any news on what caused the blast?" Duke Tiberius asked.

"Yes, sire. A group of eco-terrorists has taken responsibility for the sabotage of the power matrix facility. We've located a camp of thiers in the foot-hills near New Ogden." the comm officer said.

"Good, I want an air-strike to take them down."

"No good sir, our air fleet is busy with the evac. We had an entire airbase destroyed in the blast. One full fighter wing gone, as well as one battalion of WMD Decontamination units. We can barely maintain public order as is."

"Damn! Alright, we see to my people first, that's the priority right now. But, as soon as we get a strike force assembled I want that camp destroyed! In fact, call up the Black Dragon squad. Get them suited up. I want them to head to ground zero and secure whatever is left of the Trans-warp generator. Then redeploy them to destroy the terrorists."

"Are...are you sure sire? I mean...the Black Dragons?"

"They're the only ones who aren't busy with this crisis right now, and this is what they train for. Activate Xavier first."

"As you wish, sire."

A lone orbital satellite came into position over something. Its image enhanced, but soon white phased the screen. It AI concluded quickly, after a mili-second operations check, that it had to be a massive blast. Sending a signal, and a two-hour live feed back to an unknown base, it kept watch on the situation.

Official Transmission from the Allied Republics of Anagonia
Anagonia Space Command

This is Admiral Vladinchi from the Anagonian Space Command. We have two ships avaliable for any service possible to assist your Nation. We know of some blast in your territory, however unknown of the origion. What we do know is that you need help, and we offer it now.

Thank You,
Grand Admiral Cobra Vladinchi

A garbled, but understandable reply comes through an open comm channel.

"This is the Duke Tiberius of Savuroun. Your help would be greatly appreciated at this time, Admiral. The blast was produced from a power flux in a warp generator we were testing. The flux was caused by a sabotage of one of the power matrix's that was powering the experiment.

"I thank you whole-heartedly for the assistance. Please, help my people."

The transmission ends in a flurry of static.

While these past few dialogues were happening, the dropships had already hade ten full sorties each. 60,000 had been evaced and more were on the way. The crews were tired and their B crews were prepared and ready. The crew chiefs took command and started flying more.

High Guard staging facility, Wye City, Terra

The Expeditionary Corps, Terran Directorate, was ready, at least the half of it not currently on leave, after two hours of preparations. They were good people, General Markowitz knew that. Many had served with him a hundred years ago in the Lightning Star and in Akaton, fighting local insurrectionists and rebuilding cities.

The heavy planetary lighters were ready, prepped for launch, each carrying enforcer fuchikomas, medical supplies, and light infantry of the High Guard. The High Guard would stay if needed; the lighters would be used to evacuate the civilians, as directed by the local government command. One by one, the massive 100-meter transports lofted off, magDrives whining in the hot daytime air, bound for Savuroun and ground zero.

A garbled, but understandable reply comes through an open comm channel.

"This is the Duke Tiberius of Savuroun. Your help would be greatly appreciated at this time, Admiral. The blast was produced from a power flux in a warp generator we were testing. The flux was caused by a sabotage of one of the power matrix's that was powering the experiment.

"I thank you whole-heartedly for the assistance. Please, help my people."

The transmission ends in a flurry of static.
OOC:
Space Ship specs:
http://s3.invisionfree.com/Anagonia/index.php?showtopic=4

IC:

In the skies above Savuroun, a huge 450 feet long object came into view. Its anti-gravity drives coming into effect and the ship settling but a few feet from the ground. Landing legs deloyed, the ship literally grunted under the stress, but it itself landed successfully.

Troops deployed in some kind of battle armor, vehicles came from a ramp forward of the ship. Looking into Anagonian data files, it was indeed an Ares-Class Heavy Cruiser. Here to help in any way possible.

Soon a transmission was sent, hopfully recieved. Simply stating that this ship, and all its supplies, marines, and medical equipment were now under the control of whomever was in charge of the Nation

Mr. President,
I thank you whole-heartedly for the help you have given us. In return I wish to give your government a new weapons system that we have been developing, completely free.

Weapon
Name:ASM-091
The Anit-Ship missile uses trans-phasic reactors to nullify sheilds of all sorts. However with a limited range of only 2.9 miles, its effectiveness is limited. The ASM-091 has been perfected so that it cannot go super-nova like the generator did in Savuroun.

We will send 500 of these missiles to you for your use as you see fit.

Transmission from the Allied Republics of Anagonia

I have no idea whom the previous message was to, and I don't care. I am Drakomis N. Reign, henceforth any assistance whatsoever you shall need, you shall recieve. I am ordering all Reserve Anagonian Military Forces to come under your Supreme Command, to be returned to Anagonian Command after the crises is over. You shall be Supreme Commander of our forces for the time being, however, rest assured that the data page we shall show you CONTAINS NOT all of our known forces.

You see, we are a careing nation, and in times of severe crises as these, we give over command to those nations as we trust their judgement.

Here is the data link, pick what you wish, tell us what you picked if you wish, for you MAY use it, Supreme Commander.
http://s3.invisionfree.com/Anagonia/index.php?act=SF&f=11

Thank you, andf if you need our Military Expertiese in this matter, please tell us. We have our own forces waiting also.

To the ARA,
I will deploy 9,000 MP's to restore public order. As well as the Bradley's to provide support, I will provide humvee's to my forces as well.

I thank you for your support. I and my country owe you a debt of honor. We will provide you with new weapon systems and scientific research as it becomes available.

As of now, I am sending 200 prototype nuero-knives. These knives are holograms that make the victim believe that they have been stabbed and it tricks their mind into killing them.

Anything, that we can do to help you in the future we will.

Finally, the last dropship arraived to take Duke Tiberius to the evac point. He looked around slowly before nodding to the comm officer to transmitt the message. Savuroun would be a different place with out its ancestral capital. He took a final look around and stepped onto the transport and left, he was the last to leave the ruins of the old city.


To the High Guard,
I am sending our second prototype trans-phasic warp generator. You may do with it as you wish. It can be modified and fitted to missiles to nullify sheilding technology. The missile litterally bypasses any sheild...except temporal shields.

I thank you for your efforts. We owe you and everyone involved a debt of honor. We will be there for anyone who asks, military, political, or anything else. For now, Savuroun must rebuild, we need a new capital...(radioactivity doesn't help with the whole landscaping thing).

Near New Ogden, 2310 (11:10 pm) six days after the destruction of the FTL generator.

The eco-terrorists had been celebrating their first strike ever since the super-nova obliterated the captial. Now the government would have to give in to their demands.

Out side thier tents six black armored figures materialized out of the night air. After a minute the figures moved in towards the tents and set down a package for each tent, and dissolved back into the darkness. Three minutes later huge explosions ripped through the draw that the camp had been set up in. No terrorist had survived.

In the neighboring county of Teleaxu the fanatic priests of the Man~god saw the nova of the trans-phasic generator, and took it to be a sign that the Man~god sent them. They read it to be the fate that will befall the unclean nations of the world. :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: And it was pretty.

OOC:

If ya want me to rp I can?

Mr. President,
I thank you whole-heartedly for the help you have given us. In return I wish to give your government a new weapons system that we have been developing, completely free.

Weapon
Name:ASM-091
The Anit-Ship missile uses trans-phasic reactors to nullify sheilds of all sorts. However with a limited range of only 2.9 miles, its effectiveness is limited. The ASM-091 has been perfected so that it cannot go super-nova like the generator did in Savuroun.

We will send 500 of these missiles to you for your use as you see fit.

OOC: Was this to me?

IC: The Dropship crews were finished on their evacuation missions. Now, they were to spread detox foam over the affected areas while nanites helped to build shelters and rebuild the capital city as it was beforehand.