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All Mercenary Forces ATTN Future Tech

A small area of static lit up the screen as a picture slowly formed, the communication array burst into life. Upon it a young terran female stood, black hair with skin as pale as the moon. Lifting up a data pad she recited a small statement for the Inter Galactic community.

This is an open broadcast to all future tech mercenary forces. If you would like to be paid outrageous sums of money, and like a spot of fighting to foot, please feel free to visit a small station in the Balain sector.

Every Nation is welcome to put forwards a mercenary representative, as long as its on behalf of a rogue mercenary force not a government.

((This is not the fleet of Azaha, I am simply playing a mercenary group for this RP))

In the void of an unknown system, a fleet of odd looking ships slowly skim through the tranqiull abyss of space. The fleet consists of two very large 900m long warships.. well, if you could tell how long they were, being as how thier shape isnt really semitrical. Surrounding the two larger ships are numerous smaller frigates, about 30 of them, each measuring 200-300m in length. There is one odd feature, if you dont count thier almost random shapes, is that no two ships look exactly alike.

On the side of one of the two larger ship, there is an unknown language sprawled across the hull, if translated correctly, it would say Decimator. Inside the bridge of the ship, there was not much activity, though the beings inside scurrying about were interesting. They looked insectoid, they stood on two feet and had four arms. Even though they looked buggy that had a muscular build, thier exo skeletons bulky and beefy. They had multi facited eyes, much like a common house fly would have, and thier antennas more like long curving horns then precieved.

The bridge use quiet, two insectoids worked on the helm, thier combined 8 arms working over many bazzar controls and buttons. A few other insectoids worked at various other stations, some working, others just lounging around. In the center of the bridge 'sat'(because he was half kneeling and half sitting) a particulary large insectoid, whos fierce eyes surveyed the bridge. Suddenly, it fell unconcious.

What seemed to be the tactical officer noticed this and jumped up, running to the other's aid. It chirped and squeeled, and would have been translated into, "Sir, are you alright? Wake up!". The captian remained unconcious, only twitching every now and then. The tactical officer grabbed the captain and shook him vigerously. "Awaken!"

Finally the captain woke up with a jolt, staring quickly around the bridge before finally uttering, "set a course for these coordinates... I beleive we might have work coming too us..." The captain rapped in some buttons on his chair's console and watched the two helmsmen go to work, scittering around thier consoles.

The whole fleet entered into hyperspace. Thier hulls and ships contorting and stretching out before finalyl speeding off at light speed into space.

Some time later the fleet came to a halt in a certain area of space. The captain on the Decimator peered outside the bridge window at the blackness.

"There is nothing here." one of the helmsmen chirped.

"Wait... I feel somthing is out there..."

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A small station decloaked in the centre of the system. Its gleaming hull was black, merging with space it hid, but not from the expert eyes of sensors of weapons systems. Inside a terran female opened a communications channel. “Welcome friends, I assume you are here regarding work, well perhaps it is time I wetted your appetite. Please dock at port three and we can talk further." Closing the channel, she waited upon her guests.

The interior of the bridge was cast in the green hue of general quarters. Each of the five officers of the bridge crew was dressed in the jade green and grey skin suits of the Commonwealth Navy. However they were not to mistaken as such. It has long been separated from the former commonwealth trapped in this sector of space. Such abandoned people needed funds to survive and so the surviving members of the Colonial Flotilla would sell their services as mercenaries for large sums of money.

The single ship decelerated from the alpha wall of hyperspace smoothly its Warshawski Sails gracefully transitioning into an impeller wedge as the ship instantly jumped to 680 gravities of acceleration. The ship was the smallest capital ship supported by the Navy, no more then 450 meters long and massing no more then 50 k-tons it was three times the length of a LAC and was the only capital ship that can produce the same maneuvers of that agile ship.

It was the eyes of the fleet as well as some of its strongest teeth.

"Balain Station this is the Wraith we are he to confer with you about the mercenary offer you proposed, our captain will be coming aboard shortly."

The insectoids looked alittle cautious. The captian twitched and twittered his head, a sign of frustration aswell as nervousness.

"What did the flesh bag say?" the captian chirped and squeeled.

Another insectoid stationed off to the side of the bridge responed with, "It wishes for us to dock with them," it said, tapping over several controls, "Docking port 3, it said."

Again the captian's head twitched, "Do it, helm."

The Decimator manuevered into position, with the other cap ship and 30 other frigates forming around it, protecting the Decimator from external harm.

Slowly the big ship docked, finally with a loud 'hiss', it pressurized the docking bay. Out from the portal came five insectoids, one the captain, and 5 guardsman.

"We are here, now speak." he chirped.

The communications array picks up a signal from the next galaxy...

Lord Ire Rage a large space wolf watches and decides to bring his hector class ship into this fraay of mercs. The kk drives of the hector class ship and the rest of the miniture fleet that he brings with him power up then come to a grinding halt upon entering the space allowed by quetzal between the ships and the station. It seems out of nowhere that 100 stingships, 100 drone fighters, and 10 hectors appear out of nowhere.

Lord Ire: "I am here in representation of the Pale Riders Arms Alliance. Your Bounty has intrested me and I am here to lend you my services, for a large fee that is. The ship is ready to dock and await the prime leader of Pale Rider Arms."

OOC: BSW is an ally of mine. I'm the "Prime Leader" he mentioned. My force consists of 50 Stingship fighters, 10 Hector Frigates and 20 fully loaded Argos planetary landers.

IC: With a flash of color, a group of KK ships stopped near the station.

"Balain Station, this is Captain Alex Simmons of the Otagian Navy, Avatar of QUETZAL. We are here to investigate the vast sums of money you are offering. Please transmit boarding data so that we may discuss this further. Simmons out."

The Mistress sat crosslegged on the deck of the Hive Ravenger, her eyes closed as she medatatated. Around her people perfromed the tasks nessersary to keep the ship from crumbaling to the ground. The Planet was fairly nice, and made a good home for the rouge army. The small ship was picking up food supplies from the local people, who payed the mercinaries in land and food for protection. The Mistress smiled, this was a good home. She then opened her eyes, not supprised to see one of her junior Officers standing in front of her.

"My lady," The girl said in a light voice. "A message has come from the High Commander, we have to dilvier the cargo before reporting back to High Command." She nodded, and the ship moved to the main fortress, huge spire coming from the ground. This was High Command of The Scarad band Mecinary Compony.. Her ship came through, the red painted hull gleaming in the sunlight. She smiled as the ship docked at the seventh level. She stood, streaching her long thin limbs. She walked to the Office of the High Commander, who was pacing the room. The High commander was pacing the room, her copper red hair glowing in the light.

"Good to see you," She said in an Impatient voice. "I was beging to think you where not comeing."

"What do you wish Mistress?" Said Mistress Millisha.

"You are to take the first and Second Compony to help the people in this system here." She pointed to a place on a map of the known systems. "You will be given a Battle Barge, and one extra destroyer. Go, and here is the list of requirements theyt must fill out before we accept." She smiled. "Start a little higher, no lower then this."

"Yes Mistress." The Woman said, before bowing, she promtly walked out.

Three hours later, the fleet was ready to enter the warp. The Message had been dilivered while the Hive Ravenger was half way though its run, so there had been plenty of time to set the fleet up. Millisha sat, once more in medatation. She gestured, and the ship enterd the warp.

Two hours later, they arrived in the system, the red armour Gleaming with ships in the Lance Formation (http://www.epic40k.co.uk/pics/pics/gimmar01.jpg).

-We are here to draw up plans for a mecanery hireing. I have the requests of My Mistress here, and we wait for you to give us the location.-

Transmission in responce to call for mercenaries-

Although we are a government, we will be willing to send a force for a certain amount of money...what is the mission?

OOC I give you one word, Shivan. Ponder that then decid.

OOC: Agreed I may be a merc but I also run my own nation my merc is Lord Ire my General of the Armed Forces. So think what you say before you act. We are all mercs supported in diffrent ways I run my own country as I have stated but I am part of the merc assosiation called Pale Rider Arms. Along with the founder of this assosiation/storefront we decided to make a merc alliance to benefit the storefront and to prove our weapons effectiveness on any enemy...

OOC: I’m just going to rp it as though you are all in the room, I’m sure you all know how to follow docking procedure. I can’t respond to everyone with a single post. Let there be no talk of Shivans here, you do not know who your employers are.

Looking around Teresa saw the room full of mercenaries. The services were expensive but they were expendable. “Welcome to the Vahar gentleman. I am the owner of this small station, though do not be misled, I can assure you enough money passes through each month to keep a planet operational. You are all here to answer a call, and I am most impressed with the result. I represent a consortium of businessmen who wish to remain nameless and hidden for the time being, these men will be your and my employers. They relay mission details to me, then I give it to you, it is that simple. For the first task, my employers are requesting the disruption and destruction of many ESUS trade convoys as possible, a bonus payment will be given of One million Earth dollars for every ship destroyed. Each mercenary faction will be paid on a monthly basis of One Hundred million Earth Dollars per month. The more dangerous the situation the higher the payment will be. This gentleman is a one time only offer, and I advise it is taken.”

I will wait for captian simmons orders but I have already dispatched qutezal to research the trade routes taken by the convoys. I just will say that I am suprissed that buisnessmen would be hiring us to do all there small time work... I am more suprissed that we will be attacking trade convoys, I believe that I will enjoy this. I would also like to know if there is a bonus for capturing the trade convoys.

Teresa looked up and smiled. “I’m sorry my employers were very serious about the fact that there were no survivors. Whatever you can take you may keep it.” Turning to her data pad she assumed the meeting was over unless anyone else had any questions.

Millisha kept calm. Employers did not stay secret unless they payed great sums, yet the sum was ten times what they would have asked for. She smiled, yes, the emploerys could keep their identaty secret. When her mission was almost over, she nearly jumped up.

"If you do not mind Commador" She said in a very commanding tone. "There are some more things we need to work out. What is the price per Casualties? Our forces have a hard time replenashing their own, so every death is a blow. Also, do you pay for repairs to our ships? Do we get salvage rights? Mecanery jobs is not just a flay pay, there are the little nitpicky detalis as well." She looked hard at the woman. "Our people are like the sacrad band of old, every one of our troops are lovers to another, this makes them hard to break in combat, but it also makes each death a major blow afterwards." She looked hard at the woman. "You must understand, the flat rate is good, but we usually also get compensation for damage." She waited.

The fleet has regrouped with Captain Simmons fleet and so far is waiting for any leads upon the qutezal. There is one hetor named The Battle Fang Lord Ire's personal ship surrounded by ten stingships and 10 drone fighters that stay next to the space station acting as an HQ for this sting operation. Out next to the Pale Riders fleet emerges Lord Ire's gorund forces and landers. 150 argos come out and group with the rest of the fleet awating instructions except for 2 which come to accompany The Battle Fang.

Lord Ire: I lay in wait... Commander Teressa I was wondering if the captains may have a word in private upon your space station?

“That is why my dear.” Teresa looked hard at the woman. "That the monthly rate is so high. I’m sure you will be able to replenish your forces with the amount my employers are offering. Sadly they care little for the affairs of logistics however I have taken the matter up with them. If your vessels are in need of further supplies or repairs, return here. You will find adequate facilities when you need them from me.”

Millisha sighed. She went back and drew up a draft contract. Once she was done she handed it to the Woman.

"Read it, then sign here." SHe said, pointing to a section on the bottom of the data screen. "Or if you can't sign it, get someone who can, I want a contract before we get started."

THe conrtact read:

This contract is legily binding, failure to follow contract terms will result in termination of contract and payment for that month, even if the contract is terminated on the first day of that month.

The contract is used to make sure that the 1st and 2nd regiments of the Sacrad Band Mecenary compony are payed well for their services. The Employer will pay the amount of 100 million Earth Credits every month until this contract has expired.* THey will also provide one million credits for every enemy ship of any class destroyed.* They will allow the Regiments ships to rest and repair in the docks of the space station this deal was made in, and also will provide matrials needed to repair all ships, no matter what these may be. Should the Battle barge be destroyed, the price for that month shall double, as the ships cost well exsedees that of the payment. They will also allow use of their docks to create a new command ship for the fleet. Loss of Millisha in anyway shape or form will result in a payment of two million, as her worth to the orginization is great. Loss of soldiers, including marines, will not be charges, nether will loss of any ship bar the battle barge. If Genoicide is expected against large cities, payment will increase depending on cities population, at a rate at ten Earth Credits per person within the city.

*1 This contract will expire in six months, at the end of which time the contract may be reset to go for another six months.

*2 Including fighters, drop pods and anything smaller.

Teresa signed the contract willingly. “Welcome to the alliance my friends.” Smiling she now expected them to leave, her hospitality was not becoming.

The captian chittered and chirped, "The pay sounds right, and so does the mission, we are on board for this. My fleet is at your disposal, human."

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OOC: Too late to join?

The Concordiat mercenary gruppen acept your offer. We are excited to test our Raid Ships. Fast, little armor but with battlescreens, Hellbore turret and ball mounts. The pay is correct. The test run will have three Raid Ships and three Concordiat Destroyers and one Carrier, with 18 fighter ships. We will sign your contract.

OOC: As Blood Space Wolves has already said for me, we accept your offer.

IC: "QUETZAL agrees with your proposition. Payment is to be wired anonymously to Otagian coffers. QUETZAL will record all kills and forward you the data. While I do encourage my troops to capture enemy vessels, rest assured, there will be no surivors."

OOC: Too late to join?

No, no. This merc offer is open constantly :P. PLease post your arrival and we can get down to it. :)

Lord Ire "Seeing that we all agree to this mission, HQ to all Blood Space Wolves Quetzal ships Launch!"

All the ships carring the mark of a white fang and spots of blood on the ships leave immediately in diffrent directions but always in groups of 1 hector 10 stingships, 10 drone fighters. The only ships remaining with the fleet are the landing craft that are on standby call.

Lord Ire sits in wait already knowing that his hunting parties are almost at the throats of their kill. A small grin crosses his face. To commander Teressa "As the captain and general of this whole army of mine I would like to invite your officer staff to come aboard my ship The Battle Fang to celebrate the begining of this hunt together, and as I know all captains are listening the same offer is made to all captains. I look forward to some company for dinner. Lord Ire out."

Lord Ire proceeds to pour a glass of red wine and drinks a sip at a time just watching space and the closest moon with that strange grin upon his face, maby strange due to the fact that he is half wolf and the fangs show through his grin...

High Commander Linx of the Khalo people, a group of terran people who split off from the Texarian goverment and lived in the core of a dead planet, surviving off of water and food made of basics of what people need, recieved the message. He immediately sent out 7 ships. One of them was a Hammer class ship, the Volgos, which was about 500m in length, 2 Hiberius class ships, about 300m long, and four Roach class ships, about 100m in length. They traveled through Hyperspace until they reached the system, and got into the area of the station.

Captain Bane of the Volgos sent a comm. to the station, "This is Captain Bane of the Volgos. I am here as an envoy with six other ships representing the Khalo. We are on approach to Docking Bay 3. Over."

They landed in the docking bay and Bane stepped off the ship with two of his crew members Tia and Zak. They walked to the meeting, all in their grey suits. As the stepped in, Bane said, "Hope we're not too late."

OOC: Okay you pirate scum, time to make you worth the money I’m paying you. Basically you guys will simply have to start posting attack threads upon Jordaxia, take out his shipping, and everything possible. Jordaxia is located at Pluto with extensive holdings in the asteriod fields

IC: To All Mercenary Factions: The initial assault upon ESUS shipping is to begin on Jordaxia. Every Mercenary has been tasked with the job of destroying his merchant shipping, the desired timeframe for these attacks is two months. Our employers desire their merchant shipping to be crippled within then. Minimum target per mercenary faction is three convoys. A bonus will be added for any other convoys you take out, such as DemonLordEngima convoys or Balrogga shipping.

Teresa out.

OOC San Texario, please refer to earlier in the thread regarding payment, and the job involved. My post above details the plan of attack first of all. I don’t have a lot of time to rp it right now :(

Captain Bane nodded to Teresa about the meeting, "The pay sounds good, and the Job shouldn't be too hard to pull off. We accept your offer, we just need some time to pull together our groups fleet."

Lord Ire with fire behind his eyes and looking quite irated that noone responded to his message to all captains. "I need to know is anyone going to come and dine with me on this fine evening?"

OOC: They're in for a nasty surprise when they enter my territory. Read my factbook. Link is in my sig.

Besides, my shipping convoys are protected, both by their own firepower and by that of the DLE military. And you're in for a nasty surprise when you attack my ships.

in some system some were a strike class carrier picked up the message.
Sir we are receiving a message on coms.
Put it on loud speakers.
after message was played...
Helm set slip stream coordinates.
Aye sir.
The ship disserpeared in a flash of light and reapeared near the station.
this is the bandet lord requsting premission to dock over.
Captain Hiner steped of the carrier and a person came to him and explained the details and payment of the mission.
He walked back in side and explained every thing to his crew and prepeared to leave.

OOC:
Just make sure that, when you attack someone, you also TG them with the thread's URL or otherwise make sure they know about it and have a link to it; it's rather difficult to respond to an attack when you OOCly don't know it's happened.

OOC: Sorry, I gotta withdraw from this, work's getting mad.

I am withdrawling this fleet of mine from the area... I have found a much more sutable HQ and will see you all later when payment is due.

Lord Ire *Hologram ends*

Lord Ire proceeds to look down at the microphone that connects to all the DNI troop "ship off" The whole fleet moves out at top KK speed.