NationStates Jolt Archive

The space was filled with the essance of plated armour. Ship after ship poured into the vast expance. The endless flow of sheer imperial might continued to flow. The lack of atmosphere could not stop the sensation of noise and sheer energy the fleet was creating. The united insignias of the Galatic Empire fused to form a truly awe inspiring sight. The stars were longer visable through the sheer expance of metal. The only true light came throgh the majestic might of the engines of the great fleet. The magnificant presence of the blessed Imperial Super Start Destroyer Hellfire sythed it's way to the centre of the vibrant display of force and power. Its colossal engines buring the fabric of humility around it. The massive presence of power took postion where it could observe the coming masses, and it did so for hours.

A single clone trooper stood on the observation deck of the Hellfire. Alone, he was not in his thoughts. The time had come.

Grand Admiral Thrawn watched as the allied fleet once again flocked to his banner. Seeing the Empire through four victorious campaigns had made him almost a god in the ranks of the military. Walking along the command deck he had a new captain to train a captain Veers, descended from General Veers in some distant way, I hope he does not die the same way his father did. Thrawn thought. General Veers had angered Vader just a little too much.

Turning his command chair to face the new captain Thrawn smiled gently. ”Very well captain, prepare to signal the fleet to head for hyperspace.” The coordinates taken from the former rebellion have been most enlightening.” Thrawn mused.

As the fleet sat in the darkness of space the Grand Admiral felt the reassuring hum of the hyperspace core charging. Within seconds the assembled fleet had disappeared as stars became star lines.

Hundreds of Imperial Star Destroyers were but a part of the Chronosian fleet; 1500 dark and baroque craft; a thrumming, throbbing heart of conflict and death.
The insides of the vast vessels was like stepping into the devils abatoir; strange mergings of metal and flesh, and countless other things; the crew connected to the ships in so many different ways....Slaves to the innumerable will of Chaos.
The Dark Gods and the Sith, both had told them what must be done; how the blood must flow; before it flows from the Imperium.
As the fleet tore out of real space, through the warp or through hyperspace; they rang out with prayers to the dark gods.
Hail to Grandfather Nurgle!
Hail to Slaanesh, the black prince!
Hail to the Blood God!
And Glory to the Sorcerous God!
All hail the Undivided Chaos!
All hail the Daemon Emperor of the Empyrean!

The clones moved efficiently through the deck and took position outside the loading ramps. The stood in perfect 100 by 100 squares. Guns at attension. The clone commander stood aloft one of the carriers and eyed his men. The would be ready for deployment within the hour. Well before they exited hyperspace. It would be the first time the fought alongside the ravenous forces of chaos. The clone commander has studied there techniques and had his men trained to cover them as efficantly as possible.

The troops began to cram themselves into the armoured dropships. The bridge of each ship with a trusted elite pilot at the helm. These clones had all seen battle before. And they had learned from it.

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The massive metalic flesh of the fleet failed to grind under the awesome pressure of entry to realspace. The vast covenant of the fully united Galactic empire fleet pouned its dameanor into realspace. The vast hulls of the heroic capital ships lay down a barge of awesome light and physical weaponary. The swarms of dark and demonic fighets pourded out from the hulls of the angelic guardians. With the vigour of great haste possesing the fighters they arched there way to the bemused planetry defences. The might of the bombardment initiated the scamble procedures of the sniped enemy. The mighty fleet tore amass away from the exit vector. They lay down a torent of fire onto the enemy defences. The fleet attempted the maximise on there advantage by leaping fourth into the chaos. The massive hull vessels were able to divert some of there gifted firepower away onto the planets surface. The distance to the firey depths of the planet was that of a quiet extreme so planetry bombbardment looked more like rouge shells flinging themselves mercilessly into the atmosphere. The fleet pounded away with increasing vigour are more and more gun batteries came into play. The whale like hulls gleaming with the blessing for the local sun. The fighetrs starting to break away from there engagement to deal with the repuslive scrammbling of enemy strike craft. Capital ships started to peer around from behinde the ravenous beast. As the came they saw the zealot fleet begining the purge of this land. The howling winds of war gripped the area. The true chaos of the battle had begun. War had arrived.

*bump* err GE members (cough)

Around the Planet of Medkima, An entire Dragon Regiment had Gathered. On the Bridge of the Dragon Flagship, Commander Kali'metk stood, watching the fleet assemble. They came from the many stations around the planet which had been assembiling the ships most of the past few years. The Emperor had ordered the regiment to fight in its first space combat situation, and the Galatic Empire had given them the opertunity. He smiled, and gestured towards the Quad-Winged Piolit. The four wings worked as extrue arms, fiddiling. When the order was given, he empited the Silocon and Mercury covering, and then inissuated the Chemicals to all different "porse" of the ships. Atoms srunk, and the covering took the brunt that the ships hull would otherwise be sheered off.

At the Gather Point of the Fleet, a number of ships appered. Unfourtunatly, The Galatic Empire had no knowlage of the Tsurani Rift Technology, and the ships sheilds had a few colisions. Kali'metk swore, his first task and he had almost wiped out the fleet. Ah well, there where bound to be some mistakes in the first Illetrian Millatary manouver. But they had trained enough to know what they where doing, and when the 100 White Guard in the hull where unleashed, there would be problems.

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OOC: Just to let you know, as US asked me again.

IC:

The Shadow fleet has reached the point within Sithian space, where they had been designated they had been given a signal by a Sith Command post with the co-ordinates they were to strike, with that they faded into Hyperspace towards their target...

They would be there in just under a day... all 300 Battlecrabs and 40 Vampire Scout Cruisers... it was a formidable fleet and of a Race people this far in from the Rim usually had only heard of in rumours... bar those Governments who had relations with the Shadows like Unified Sith.

The Empire had dispatched the Imperial Patrol group primus to assist my allies. When preperations are made, the rest of the fleet will follow. The Imperial Navy will assist it's allies in the attack on the Target.

OOC: For Imperial Fleet numbers, please view my factbook. (Link in siggy)

Grand Admiral Thrawn smiled. ”Well captain it appears that we are now in time for this rebellion to end. Signal the fleet that they are to destroy all Klington vessels as soon as possible. We will take the planet regardless of automated defensives.”

Captain Veers turned round and gave a slight smile, the man was nervous and had never commanded men into battle. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought of serving aboard the Hellfire, Grand Admiral Thrawns personal command ship. ”Hopefully after this we will not have to continue any further wars.” the captain hoped. However there were many violent people in the Galaxy many thirsty for blood and the Galactic Empire had to protect its own.

Thrawn had now lost interest of the current creeping into the Klington system, and instead was watching their communication channels, their television and broadcasts in an attempt to gain a deeper understanding of them. Rubbing his hand down his pale blue chin the Admiral smiled. ”I do believe that this battle is going to be a fight to the end for our enemy captain, the are a warrior race, full of pride and battle honor. They will be a good foe. Signal the fleet” Thrawn announced. Order them to open fire on all targets of opportunity. Launch all fighters.

The Admiral got up from his command chair and proceeded to his personal quarters just adjacent to the bridge. He would communicate with Daniel Maskai, the cunning Jedi who so kindly gave him all the information he needed regarding Klington.

"Open a channel with Admiral Thrawn" The thing sitting on the flagships throne hissed
"Yes, lord Mortus...Immediately Lord Mortus"
"This is Lord Judas Mortus of the Chronosian Imperial Fleet. Greetings Admiral. We have taken the liberty of..." He glanced about him; walls runnign with putrid ichors; the ships seeming some horrific slaughterhouse cathedral. "Adjusting the Chronosian fleet to our own ends. Furthermore, we have armed these 'Star Destroyers' as well as numerous Imperium vessels with Warp Cannons; which we pledge to you in the coming battles. Mortus out"

The clones were now pilled into the ravenous hold of the dropships. Air support units were held deep within inside the dropships. The clones were now just waiting for enought covering fire. AT-ATs were packed nito the trawlers.

The kaminoan ambassador stood in the hold and observed the vessels. He subverted his way to a console.

"When your ready Admrial. When your ready."

OOC: Shouldn't we wait for Klington to respond...

Perhaps if somone telegramed him.

OOC: Thats what were waiting for now.

OOC; i'm waiting; hence my fleet dallying and communicating :P

OOC: I have done that.

OOC:
Wow! Good Job guys! Sadly Klington doesnt give out coordinates to people who have no use for it. And my allies in the past rebellion where some of them. Also note, I dont any of you have Intergaltic travel systems, my homeworld is in another galaxy. Now, dont take this as a Im-Not-Giving-You-My-Coordinates-No-Matter-What kinda thing, you will get them, but its going to take time and energy not some, "We found it out from Daniel Masaki." Who was never told the co-ords except OOCly. Now the knowledge im about to tell you can only be known oocly, Cornileu has the only real way to reach my planet, the stargate, and the coordinates(stargate coordinates, not space coordinates), sadly it is small and you can fit much through it(small battilion of troops, but they would be so thin they would be obliterated byy my guards), unless....
Im not gonna tell you, your smart boys figure it out.

OOC:
This attack has been ignored until then.

OOC: Simple! We take the coordinates from Corneliu and take Wolf Americas orbital Star gate MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ok, I'm done. Other ideas?

OOC: Klington, didn't you give me coordinates to your homeworld as well? Not that we'd give it out... ever.

OOC: Simple! We take the coordinates from Corneliu and take Wolf Americas orbital Star gate MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ok, I'm done. Other ideas?

Wrong, my stargate is on the surface. With an iris, your ships wouldnt make it through...sadly.
Use your heads here though, there is something your missing....

OOC: Klington, didn't you give me coordinates to your homeworld as well? Not that we'd give it out... ever.

Nope, I picked up the voidsheild in space.

Remember we had to send personnel to train ya in its use, too.

And supply depots... you have a secondary holding?

Colonys!

Ah. Okeydoke. Was just wondering how we'd've worked out trade logistics if your homeworld was in another galaxy.

Enjoying your purchase?

One other thing: Try to keep the voidshield at a safe distance when you use it. I don't need to remind you what happens if you're caught in the Shatter Radius.

OOC Damn, your one of those who no one knows the coordinets. Ah well, all we need is one of your people, they tend to talk, eventually.

OOC meh i find people who go "you cant get me cos im in another galaxy" crap stupid and ignoreable, hell i find it hard you can traval from one galaxy to another with out someone picking up on some massive energy spike.

IC The men in the Ship where becoming restless. The ships should have left now, there had to be at least one colony where they could take the population as slaves. Kali'metk thought on this, and an idea came to him. He used his left wing to open communications with the commander of the fleet. His voice was deep, easily an octave lower then a Barratone, and he spoke with a enriched confidence.

-We understand we lack the location of the enemy home world, allow us to ratifie the situation. We have the location of at least one colony I assume? Send the Location, and we will have your location.-

Request of Force Commander Kali'metk

OOC: OK, who knows the colony coordinates for the capricious and calculating Klington? Confused?

OOC: *sighs*

So how do you travel to your world then?

Via Stargate? Remeber you need a huge amount of energy to dial another galaxy...

If you travel by starship you'd have to have either a form of Thirdspace, which could be used in normal space or you'd have to sit for a few months to a few years in hyperspace? So you saying you do that? Please enlighten me...

OOC Well, if he was using Azgard Hyperspace the distance would not be a problem, otherwise he must be jut refusing to loose. Hell, I let hundreds of people now where my home world is, you just have to get pst its defences.