NationStates Jolt Archive

Fleet Admiral Amadon looked out of the gigantic spac-glas window of the bridge of his flagship, the Gandor, and smiled. This would be a great day in space for his men and women to train themselves in combat. The Hierarchs had arranged for this wargame for months and now it was happening. The fleet had been split into two, moved across the world with practice ammunition, and told to attack. Outside the window, the beautiful homeworld of Eugoria IV shone green and blue.

"Alright Captain, charge weapons and proceed to the coordinates given by command. Sub-Light, I want to watch Eugoria."

"Aye sir, should the carriers prep fighters?"

"Yes, and have all torpedo bays loaded, but make sure they're blanks, I don't want any accidental fratracide."

"Aye sir, will do." The captain then gave the orders and they passed down the line of command until the ships were exactly as the Admiral specified. Each half of the fleet comprised of 13 Fator Class Frigates, 1 Halo Class Carrier, and 5 Argo Class Battleships. There were two more ships that were too large to even use in the games that were still in dock on Eugoria.

"Captain," exclaimed the Tech Officer, "The fleets shown up, fourty-seven degrees starboard."

"Distance?" asked the Captain.

"Point eight-nine-two lightyears sir, closing fast. They haven't taken the scenic route."

"Launch fighters in escort maneuver, power all guns to low strength."

"Aye sir." With that, 200 Peregrin Strike Fighters and 50 Eagle Heavy Assault Fighters sped out of their bays in the Carrier and set up a defensive perimeter around the fleet. All of the guns began to glow a pale green as they charged to fire at the "enemy" fleet.

“Are we nearing the coordinates commander?” Admiral Melir asked.

The tall thin commander turned with a look of surprise, it had been almost an hour since a word was said on the bridge, there was really nothing to do when in transit. ”We will be exiting hyperspace momentarily sir. Turning towards the sensor section of the bridge the commander was prepared for any eventuality, as were most Imperial officers who knew the emperor was watching them.

The fleet came bursting out of hyperspace, the ships almost stretching under the strain seemed to sway back in time. Until they came to an eventual halt.

”Scanning now sir.” The commander said eagerly.

It only took a couple of seconds for everything to come through, and then finally everything was clear.

”BATTLESTATIONS”, the commander erupted. ”Admiral we have detected an enemy world and fleet currently three hundred thousand kilometres from our current position. We have detected them but as of yet were not sure if they know of our presence.”

“How many ships? Admiral Melir asked.

”Only seventy however they are significantly weaker than ourselves. It will be a close fight but I think we will win.”

The Admiral seemed to trail off in thought for a small moment. ”very well relay our current dilemma to Coruscant and prepare for battle. Take us within weapons range Commander.”

The sirens and alarms sounded across the vast ship while the fleet prepared to pounce on its unsuspecting foe. The ten Star Destroyers though outnumbered would make a good fight of it.

OOC: Hey, a Halo-class Fleet Carrier can go toe-to-toe with an ISD when it's fighters are given anti-shipping ordnance :D. Also I'll add an IC part to this soon.

The rp is closed, its a 1v1

OOC: Yeah sorry.

IC: Red lights began flashing all across the bridge.

"Captain, unidentified fleet approaching fast! They jumped out of hyperspace near Gorgon and are advancing our way. Orders?"

"Initiate direct transmission."

"Aye sir." With that, a holo-camera zoomed down in front of the captain and he bagan speaking on all frequencies.

"Fleet in the Eugorian Sector IV, identify your self or be destroyed. You are trespassing on the Hierarchs system, a offense that is not easily seen past. I repeat, identify your self!"

He then sat back in his seat and awaited an answer.

The rp is closed, its a 1v1

Fine by me. And Eugoria, you of course have my full moral support. Kick his ass!

The commander laughed at the thought of receiving a demand from anyone but his superiors. His command staff turned and looked at him with a puzzled look as if they needed to be told what to do. ”Well get to it. He said. Within an instance the bridge became a flurry of activity. Are we within weapons range?” the Admiral asked curiously.

From across the bridge a young office eagerly replied. ”We have just reached the two hundred thousand kilometer mark Admiral. The enemy are now within range.”

Melir smiled sadistically. “Very well. Tactical, open fire all batteries take them out.” From across the ten ship fleet the darkness of space turned a brilliant green as the Star Destroyers opened fire with all their batteries. In one clean swipe the Empire had begun a war which it would inevitably win.

The Star destroyers lurched through space with their shields raised it would not be long before the enemy reached their own weapons range. ”Launch fighters.” The admiral commanded………….

With the blast, seven of the Fator class frigates and 3 of the Argos' were instantly destroyed by the blasts.

"RETURN FIRE!" screamed the Captain of the Gandor as he watched half his fleet disintegrate before his eye. With the order came the steady hum of the weapons powering and the the THWACK of the Argos' rail guns hurling their depleted uranium bolts into space. He watched as each of the $1 billion plus rod shot at the enemy fleet and prayed that they hit their targets. He watched as the fighters clung close to the fleet, waiting for the enemy to come in range. "Hold fire with all cannons, ready all torpedos."

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Very sorry i will be making a post today. Reminder TAG lol.