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Imperial News Service

...Leaving the famous Bearded cartoonist Incarcerated in a Beruvian Jail.

In other news, Grand news today, as Imperial forces wipe and alien menace off the galaxy with the Aid of Moleland and Bretonia. In a operation going on for months, Imperial forces learned of a planned invasion by the Hyacombe Federation, and placed a trap, ambushing their fleet off-system and massacreing them with very low losses. With the aid of our brave allies, Their planet, Kalarthia, was decimated and occupied by the allied forces within hours. The planet is to be renamed Celeborne, in honor of some of our older allies, which are sadly no longer with us. The Emperor made this statement from a wedding he is currently attending.

"I am pleased with the performance of our troopers, and today I am pleased to announce another Planet has fallen before the Empire."

The Emperor is due back in 1 week. Moving on to other news, Tydus Prime today unvieled a new statue...

All's quiet on the II forum front...

Thingy goes up!

Thread goes up, thread goes down... thread goes up, thread goes down...

Tag... Poor TIN... again.

Tag... Poor TIN... again.

So I'm unpopular with many... meh.

We congratulate the Imperial Navy on this swift victory, we hope they will begin a much wider expansion of their borders.

Regards,

The Shadows,

You really don't have to make pity posts like this. If people arent interested thats their problem.

You really don't have to make pity posts like this. If people arent interested thats their problem.

OOC: True, I just don't like to see a Good RPer making threads in vain.

First of all, the spelling you are looking for is Vain.

It's ok. I guess I'm not actullaly that great an RP'er. Otherwise I'd have a hell of a lot more respect.

First of all, the spelling you are looking for is Vain.

It's ok. I guess I'm not actullaly that great an RP'er. Otherwise I'd have a hell of a lot more respect.

OOC: Or maybe it's more the time of day.

TAG

I kinda hate planning RPs on the board.

I like talking to people weather it be online or in RL.

AIM East Federation

MSN noonelikeshippos@hotmail.com

Tag

Oh no! Evil taggers!

I'll RP, if you have an idea of how to do it.

OOC:
I dunno maybe you run into Federation Territory? Theres a small war, and then we work out a peace agreement?

Muhahahahaha! Tag!

Hey! I'm not evil.
Your yet to post...

This is basicly an RP of my nation securing the newly captured planet.

oh, in that case never mind. I dont have any experiance with that, I normally blow planets up after I capture them.

Check your tGs, TIN

Well we did exterminate all life on the planet first.

Well is there anyway a new age style Empire could get invovled?

Check your tGs, TIN

Diddly done.

And?

Well is there anyway a new age style Empire could get invovled?

Encounter the system? It's just outside of Imperial space, but It soon shall become a part of it.

And?
I replied.

Boing...

Encounter the system? It's just outside of Imperial space, but It soon shall become a part of it.
Yeah but I'd rather not be on your bad side.

Btw, WHen did Bretonia join you?

I have not heard of him in awhile. I last saw him in the summer when he had little Sub Light ships.

OOC: Feel free to get lost and find us...

Bretonia? He joined us for the whole RP... He was a bit slow, but he always posted.

ok I'm going to carry on. Please remember people, that The Imperial Fleet is in orbit of the planet (See factbook for numbers.)

IC: General Rala and his 5th division slammed to the ground with a thud, disembarking his 200 man squad. in the distance, more marine drop pods came down, as the troops gathered to take the planet. Around them, other transports were landing, dropping technitians, Doctors, builders, and citizens were on the way to help...

IC:Soon after the first TIN ships landed, a small fleet arrived, consisting of 2 MCDs, and 7 frigates.

'This General Lavanus of the MCD victory. sending troops down, on your signal, TIN!'

"Drop whenever you feel ready. We're taking the largest continent to the North, you can take everything else. Let's roll!"

'Thank you.

You heard that. Land down there, and kill anything that moves!'

A large Chorus of 'Yes sir erupted form the thousands Infantry and several tank crews, and MUSRUM1.

The Tranports were launched, and headed towards the planet....

IC:

In a flash Of Light It appeared, 50 Ships, some large, some small.

THe Captain smiled and opened a channel " This is Commodore Ward leading the 2nd Fleet. We dected a distress call and weapons fire several days ago, we were wodnering if you need any assistance? "

It was truely an impressive showcase of Next Generation ships.

There were the smaller older ships. But leading the fleet.

2 1200meter Long Titan BattleCruisers. The Carrier Enterprise. 10 Promethous Class Strike ships.

ANd LEading the Squandren was the ECF Excelsior, at over 2500 meters long, the Excelsior was one of the largest ships in the fleet, it was also among the fastest.

The fleet ment no Harm, it only wanted to help.
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It was late in the evening on that part of the planet that the base camp was set up. Imperial forces were posted on patrol in case of survivors. Inside that camp, workers and civilians were planning the new city to be built here. Fighters with scanning equiptment endlessly flew over the land below, scanning for survivors, and gunning them down where they were found.

The sky lit up in flame that night.

In space

The fleet watched as the smaller fleet entered system.

"Negative, all is well now. We're just securing the planet, but your assistance is noted. Do you wish to claim some of this territory? There is much land to take."

The transports opened as they landed. The MUSRUMs in each transport scanned the surroundings.

A few survivers, remembering how the moles saved many of their kind rushed out for rescue. however, the MUSRUMs followed their orders. Before they could realise it was too late. The MUSRUMs had fired Rocket after rocket at them, blowing them into little pieces. Any survivers were pursued and killed by the Heavy infantry.

'Enemy Unit destroyed!' Reported the MUSRUM.

The next wave would bring down the veichles and transports. The MUSRUMs with the light Infantry spread out as they searched for enemies to the south of the landing zone...

OOC: Just so you know, my Military planet randomly moves around the galaxy so it can be in RPs, kuz I'm bored :D
IC:

" Ops, Give me an assesment. "

The ops officer took a quick look into the Sensor visor. " SIR!, Low Yeild Partical Cannons, Front and Aft torpedos, normally we could defeat them. But they have numbers. SIR."

" Alirghty then, open a channel. "

" SIR,Channel open! "

" You seem to be killing all the people down there. If you dont want them then prehaps I could take them?

Anyways.

If there is some land you dont want, we will happliy take it.

Your empire as you call it seems to be expanding.

Just to let you know, Sigma Octovus is not far from here. Do not attempt to claim that system.

Assistance is still being offered. "

The Small Mole Fleet orbiting the Planet was suddenly felt threatened by the new fleet, and moved into formation behind the TIN fleet.

'Commodore Ward, your assistance is not required. The people on the surface are hostile, and are few and far between. Do not attempt to recover any. You may land troops to kill as many as you see fit. General Lavanus out!'

The ops officer took a quick look into the Sensor visor. " SIR!, Low Yeild Partical Cannons, Front and Aft torpedos, normally we could defeat them. But they have numbers. SIR."

OOC: Don't get too cocky boy... My boys are tough. ;)

IC: "We'd never dream of going near your system unless you attacked us. Feel free to land whenever. We are simply... removing those who get in our way. It is pointless to ask for the survivors, as we have already eliminated all problems from our continent. If you find any survivors in your part of the planet, they're yours."

Now the escort carriers landed, bring with them APC and the armour. The light and heavy armour went East. The medium armour panned out west, with the Heavy Infantry inside the APC.

Meanwhile

The light Infantry had reached a small, damaged town. Suddenly, a large gang emerged from the debris, and took the light infanrty by surprise. Many Infantry and 'enemies' were wounded and killed until the MUSRUMs arrived and piled rockets at them. It quickly turned into a rout...

'Enemy Unit destroyed!'

OOC: Fact book linky?
As far as I can tell, from your little ad campaing you use SW tech.
Which isn't that tough. I use ST ships, but not ST weapons, kuz they suck.
Anyway, Can I take them as slaves! Pretty please!

*************

" Not a problem, We are going to start beaming troops to our contient. If we find anything, can we take them as slaves? "

The Fleet moved to start orbiting the planet. it passed quite close to the alien fleet. Giving them a great look at the hogepoge( fun word ! ) of the Advanced High Yeild weapons on board the ships.

" Ok We are starting to beam down troops. If we find anything, We'll let you know "

OOC: Fact book linky?
As far as I can tell, from your little ad campaing you use SW tech.
Which isn't that tough. I use ST ships, but not ST weapons, kuz they suck.
Anyway, Can I take them as slaves! Pretty please!

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=373022

My factbook link WAS in my siggy but never mind...

ALL of my space tech is 100% orginal and designed by me. I abandoned SW tech a hell of a long time ago. I also have completely different weapons systems.

Well I never look at those, so how was I supposed to know!
Anyways, ( waits for reponse )

Well I never look at those, so how was I supposed to know!
Anyways, ( waits for reponse )

OOC: Like I said IC, you're allowed to do whatever you want with that bit of land, but anyways... If there are survivors on your land, you can take them as slaves.

" Aye Beaming Troops down now.

From what I've heard You are a great empire formed thousands of years ago.

I would wish to dicuss a possible alliance. If you would be incilned. "

On The Ground:

Some assult shuttles were scanning the new territory, looking for signs of life.

Several Engineers were setting up small outposts.

They noitced a large pocket of life. Mostly male, with unknown weapons!

" Ground Team to Enterpirse, Orbital Strike needed, Use quantum beams, 2% power, on that hill top, about 500 Meters from my postition. "

In Space:

" Aye, you got it, Bring the 4th Array online, 2% power, fire! "

A Small Blueish Beam hurteled down towards the cordinates.

On the Ground :

" Everyone, Take cover! DROP! "

The Blue Beam impacted the small mountain were several hundard militants were, the Beam Distrgrated the Mountian and drove almost 300 Feet into the ground.

" Ground team to Enterprse, Threat emilinated. Looking for more suviors.

OOC: TAG to let y'all know I'm still alive... I just didn't know there was a new thread until a few minutes ago :D. I'm a little busy right now, but I'll make an IC post later on...

LOL it's ok.

" We may build a Station in orbit around our section of the planet, If that is ok with you!? "

" We may build a Station in orbit around our section of the planet, If that is ok with you!? "

Like we said, the land, and the airspace is your plaything. We already are building a station of our own. Go right ahead.

IC: A new fleet emerged from Hyperspace. It consisted of 1 MCD, and 3 Interdictors.

'General Lavanus of the MCD Victory, this MCD Explorer. You are instructed to hand over command of all MSC units to me. Leave your current formation, and reform it around my fleet, over!'

'Negative, check the rule book. I have complete control because, and I quote 'If 2 commanding officers from the different military wings wish to take control of both types, they must exceed the rank of their counter-part by 2.' I am a General, which is 2 ranks higher than your Vice-Admiral. This makes me in control! Correct?'

'Nearly, there is 1 fact wrong.'

'What's that?'

'My rank. I am now Admiral Striker of the MCD Explorer. You are hereby ordered to obey my previous request.'

Through Gritted teeth the General replied, 'Moving into position!'

I wonder how many civilians are left to be slaughtered. Shame I have no control of what happens down there...

OOC: I may not be able to post until Monday...

Oh well.

This thread is on PAUSE until monday.

Bump!!

Ah goody. We can resume this now.

It was a week since touching down, and already work was beginning on the new city. Mighty anti-grav machines lifted girders into place, while massive builder droids secured and fastened them down.

Readings now indicated that all Hyacombe life had been eradicated from the area, leaving only the natural life.

The fleet had finally dispersed back into it's patrol groups, leaving only Delta to monitor the area.

IC:work was coming on as well in the moleland third of the planet. No life had been found for a few days, so the Hyper fighters began their recon flights with the advanced scanners. They were trying to locate anything worth mining.

‘How much is left’ Asked Striker
‘About 20% left to scan… It’ll take about 5 minutes. The results will be ready about 20 minutes after they return.’
‘Good… Keep me informed… I hate hanging around…’

OOC: Will I find anything TIN?

IC:work was coming on as well in the moleland third of the planet. No life had been found for a few days, so the Hyper fighters began their recon flights with the advanced scanners. They were trying to locate anything worth mining.

‘How much is left’ Asked Striker
‘About 20% left to scan… It’ll take about 5 minutes. The results will be ready about 20 minutes after they return.’
‘Good… Keep me informed… I hate hanging around…’

OOC: Will I find anything TIN?

You should find the planet has rich mineral deposits beneath the surface. Our section of the planet has an abundance of Tibana gas beneath the crust-which is why we seized this side of the planet. Tibana gas powers our weapons.

A ship streaked into view, slowing to a crawl not far from the planet. Visually, it seemed identical to the Norfolk; the only difference being 'HMS Victoria' written in small letters on the front end of the hull.

As she approached the other Bretonian ship, a volley of secured transmissions was thrown between the two vessels vigorously. The Victoria came to a halt and sent them a long, five-minute long message. The Norfolk didn't respond.

And so the new vessel fired a slug at the Norfolk, impacting with her rear engine plating and damaging it severely. Fireballs ripped through her unshielded engine manifolds, and the Norfolk was crippled. A barrage of energy pulses smashed into her starboard turrets, preventing the Norfolk from returning fire. As the Victoria approached, a small Clydesdale troop transport with two heavy fighters dropped down from her underbelly and flew towards the crippled battleship. It came to a halt near the starboard hull of the Norfolk, and turned around, reversing until a clang reverberated through the large ship. Inside, several soldiers cut through the hull with specialised tools and burst inside the vessel.
A second Clydesdale dropped from the Victoria and thrust its way towards the Norfolk.

"Sir, 2 bretonian ships have engaged!"

"WHAT? Hail the agressor at once!"

-Bretonian vessel-

What is the meaning of this attack? Why have you fired on your own people?

'Recall those fighters!'
'Yes sir, they have finished anyway.'

'Move us into a postition near the engagement!'
'Yes sir!'

'Standby to scramble fighters!'

"Captain," Lieutenant Page called over her shoulder. "We are being hailed by one of the ships identified as 'Imperial Navy' vessels, sir."

"They probably want to know why we're shooting each other," Brady snorted. "Good question..."

"On the speakers, Lieutenant," Captain Williamson commanded. She pressed some controls and played the message. "Put me on," he said after listening to it.

"Frequency established sir," Page nodded.

"This is Captain Williamson of the Bretonian Royal Armed Forces, in command of the HMS Victoria," he said, firmly but not aggressively. "I am under direct orders from the Bretonian Government and Admiral Rochester personally to return the Norfolk and her senior staff to Bretonian territory, using any means at my disposal.
"The Commodore just confirmed their suspicions by ignoring my order to return of his own accord, therefore he has forced me to board his ship and assume control of his command centre. Any interference in what is an internal Bretonian affair will not be taken well, and any attempt to make an aggressive move against the flagship of the Bretonian fleet will be considered an act of war, and responded to accordingly.
"Once we have ascertained the status of Ambassador Lonnigan, who was stationed aboard the Norfolk, we can attempt to correct any damage the Commodore has done to our relations."

The patrol group Admiral, Kilar sat back down and smiled.

"Problems with the Ambassador hey? stand down our alert. There is no problem. Proceed to patrol sector 7."

The transmission was surprising.

'What should we do sir?'
'Move the fleet with 3 kilometres of the scene, charge weapons, but do not target anything!'
'Yes sir, shall i lauch fighters?'
'No, standby for action.'

The MCD, frigate and 2 interdictors made their way towards the 2 ships, with weapons charged...

"They have moved through the six upper decks too quickly sir," the tactical officer called. "The marines in that section must have either surrendered, joined them or been ill-trained or asleep. But they're not in the elevator, I can't find them anywhere."


"Keep looking," Yates growled. "Those deserters will be brought to justice under Bretonian law..."

A panel at the rear of the large command centre blew away from the wall, clanging to the ground in the lower deck. Several armed and armoured soldiers burst into view, their weapons raised.

"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your heads!" one of them called out. "Or we will shoot you, and we will continue shooting you until we are satisfied that you cannot shoot us. Move! MOVE!"

The junior officers and enlisted crewmen immediately dropped what they were doing and put their hands in the air, allowing one of the soldiers to shackle their wrists together one after the other. The tactical officer jumped to his feet, but received the butt of a rifle to his face as reward. Yates stood up and turned around, pulling a sidearm from his belt.

"Sir, I will NOT tell you again -- drop your weapon and put your hands on your head!" the soldier shouted again. Three marines stepped closer to him, aiming their weapons at his head imposingly. He ignored them and yanked the pistol upwards. One of the soldiers shot him in the arm, sending his pistol flying to the ground. Another soldier stepped forwards and smashed the butt of his rifle in his face, knocking him out cold. They bent down and used some slender but strong-looking cuffs to clip his hands behind his back.


"AWAY FROM THE CONTROLS!" some other soldiers called as they stepped down into the lower section of the bridge. "Step AWAY from the controls NOW! Do it or we will fire!"

The officers and crewmen reluctantly stood to their feet and allowed themselves to be restrained.

"Sir," a voice came over their radios. "This is team 2. Engineering and barracks secure. No casualties on our side, one Norfolk marine injured."

"Good work," one of the soldiers on the bridge said into his radio. He clicked it off and reached for the communications panel of the Norfolk. "Victoria Control, this is Norfolk Control; ship secured, Captain. Minimal casualties."

"Is Yates alive?" Williamson's voice asked through the speakers.

"That is affirmative, sir," the marine commander nodded. "The Commodore is not cold, repeat, not cold. He has sustained an injury to his arm, but it was necessary to disarm him. No pun intended of course, sir."

"Very good, Colonel," Williamson said. "I will send over some officers to assume control of the bridge; escort them from the hangar, just in case."

"Yes sir," the Colonel nodded. "Norfolk out. Alright people, listen up; Jackson, Belmarsh, Petruger, to the hangar bay! Escort some officers to the bridge, double-time. Clark, Illren, Matthews; to the Norfolk’s armoury – make sure every weapon they have is accounted for."

The six marines saluted and stepped into the elevator, closing the door behind them.

"The rest of you, keep these crew members secured until we can stow them somewhere for transport," the Colonel continued.



Outside, another Clydesdale and three more fighters dropped down from the Victoria and crossed over to the Norfolk, this time towards the open hangar bay.

'We are in position'
'Have they noticed us?' Asked the Admiral?'

'No, it appears they have ignored us...'
'Standby, scan both ships, lets try and find out what is happening...'
'Scanning...'

The Admiral continued on the patrol run.

"anything happening back there?"

"Nothing I can see sir. I'll continue to monitor though."

"See that you do."

OOC: BTW: i've finished your latest ship TIN!

Lieutenant Page brushed some of her hair from her face and sat down at the tactical console. She began pressing some buttons and reading statistics.

"Lieutenant, report," Williamson asked through the radio.

"They've depleted almost 60% of their torpedo compliment, and 55% of their DU slugs," Page said, reading off the screen. "They've definitely been up to something that involves a lot of destruction."

"Sounds like enough to commit genocide," Williamson agreed. "What's the damage like over there?"

"According to this, the engines are out -- cruise engines, standard ion engines," she told him. "The damage is repairable though, with some HazMat suits maybe. All starboard turrets are disabled. The energy sheath should still be operational; they never had chance to activate it."

"Alright Lieutenant," Williamson said. "I'm sending an engineering team over. Hopefully between them and the Norfolk's low-ranking engineers, we can get that junkheap moving and take it out of here. As soon as they're aboard, activate the energy sheath in all areas except for the damaged engines."

"Understood sir," she nodded.

"Victoria out," Williamson said, and clicked the channel off.

A marine stepped off the elevator and walked towards the marine commander, saluting as he reached him.

"Report, Corporal," the Colonel said.

"Sir, all weapons accounted for, except for five Mark 3 RFPRs and two BM5s," the Corporal told him. "The others have started a deck-by-deck search now, sir."

"Well, one of the BM5s is up here," the Colonel said, bending down and picking up Yates' sidearm. "Take this and go back to the others. Find those weapons and confiscate them."

"Sir, yes sir!" the Corporal said, saluting and stepping back into the elevator.



A Clydesdale slowly raised into the Norfolk's hangar bay, and then most of the hull rippled with energy as the energy sheath activated.

"Jeff, signal the two aliens," Williamson looked over his shoulder.

"Yessir," Brady nodded, and walked over to Page's console to press a button.

"This is the Victoria to all alien ships," Williamson announced. "It has been brought to my attention that Commodore Yates illegally claimed some territory on that planet in the name of Bretonia. I am informing you that, as highest-ranking Bretonian officer in this region of space, I am officially releasing that territory to your control. You may share it amongst yourselves if you so wish."

This is the Victoria to all alien ships," Williamson announced. "It has been brought to my attention that Commodore Yates illegally claimed some territory on that planet in the name of Bretonia. I am informing you that, as highest-ranking Bretonian officer in this region of space, I am officially releasing that territory to your control. You may share it amongst yourselves if you so wish.

'Stand down weapons... move back into orbit!'

'Yes sir'

Transmitt this, 'Victoria, this is Mole class destroyer Explorer. We have understood your message, and are returning to orbit. However, we ask why Yates is being punished for avenging the attack on one of your ships?'

'Stand down weapons... move back into orbit!'

'Yes sir'

Transmitt this, 'Victoria, this is Mole class destroyer Explorer. We have understood your message, and are returning to orbit. However, we ask why Yates is being punished for avenging the attack on one of your ships?'

"Assisting in the mass genocide of a sentient species," Williamson said. "Disobeying direct orders from the Admiralty. Exceeding his authority in matters where he had no authority; namely, claiming territory on that planet, and declaring all-out war on that species. And disobeying orders from an officer who had temporarily been given a class 1 mandate over him. He will be taken back to Bretonian territory where he will be detained until an investigation can determine his innocence. If found guilty, he will likely be facing a life sentence. Either way, he has been relieved of command, and refusing to stand down in such a scenario is worthy of a court martial anyway."

'Confirmed... Goodbye then'

'Confirmed... Goodbye then'

"We will be remaining here until the Norfolk's engines are operational again," Williamson said. "I am also required to ask if the Commodore caused any political damage between our nations, and repair it somehow if he has."

'Negative. He was meerly supporting our...' The admiral paused as he thought about what words to use, ''Our Ground assault' on the surface. He played a minor part in it. I am in fact responsible for more deaths than he is... yet I get promoted...'

It was the next evening, and the General sat and looked at the sky. The stars seemed so... alien.

"General! Your relief orders have come through! You're going home!"

The General smiled and walked off.

"Good. I've spent enough time in the company of death."

OOC: Welcome back TIN!

IC: 'The results are in sir. There are some Precious metal deposits in the south, with other minerals such as iron and nickel. There is a large amount of MUD II on this planet...'
'What, more of it!'
'Yes sir.'
'Get a small mining group here. We'll need only about 100,00 of them to mine this planet. Then it will be able inhabitate afterwards.'
'Yes sir. Message sent.'

OOC: In about 30 minutes i'll be back in lesson again 'till 3.

IC: The Tibana gas operation had finally begun, with a major drilling operation beginning to find the gas pockets and drain them.

The city was still under constructon, with droids and workmen constantly in action.

A new general would arrive shortly to command the troops...

OOC: TIN... I'll be going soon anyway. What's this planet called?

OOC: TIN... I'll be going soon anyway. What's this planet called?

Celeborne.

OOC: Ok, i'll update this on my factbook

IC: Soon a mining team arrived, and began setting up equipment. In about a month these mines will be fully established, along with several defence platforms in space and troops barracks on the surface.

The consolidation porcess had begun...

Rodger that. Will you be on again later? or is this bye for now?

OOC: This is a bye... when I log off at 1:45... I might be back in the evening, bu this is unlikely.

BTW: Is there going to be anymore action in this thread, or not?

Might be later. Well I gotta go lesson now. See you tomorrow then!

Ok, will you join the other forum I showed you?

bUMP

Moleland i'll look into it. PLEASE!!! I'm only human.

Or am I? :eek:

Hey TIN you got MSN or AIM?

Endenia check TG's.

"That's it!" Brady clapped his hand across his leg and stood up. "Norfolk to Victoria; we have engines. She's going to need some time in a shipyard for repairs, but she can get back home under her own power."

"Excellent work Commander," Williamson's voice said. "We're going to leave in fifteen minutes; make sure nothing happens to change that in the meantime."

"Gotcha," Brady said.

"Oh, and please instruct the marines to send over the surviving crew of the Shropshire before we leave," Williamson added. "I want them over here for questioning. I don't think they had anything to do with the actual genocide part of all this, but I have to go through the formalities."

"They'll be over before you can say destabilising artificial quantum singularity phenomenon, sir," Brady grinned.

"Seven hours isn't good enough, Mr. Brady," Williamson joked. "Victoria out."

Brady sighed and clicked on one of the panels. "Colonel Suches," he said. "The Skipper wants you to ferry over the surviving members of the Shropshire before we leg it off home. You've got... fourteen minutes to take them there and come back."

"Aye Commander," a voice said. Brady bent down and started some last minute adjustments to the systems.



"Commander, open frequencies," Williamson said.

"You're on sir," Johnson scowled. He was doing the work of three officers, and he was less happy than usual.

"This is Captain Williamson of the Victoria to alien vessels," he announced. "I am alerting you to the fact that we will be leaving in just under fifteen minutes. The HMS Norfolk's engines are powered up and ready to go. I apologise for any inconvenience Commodore Yates caused you. And if you find, or know of any survivors of this tragedy, please inform them that the Bretonian Government is infinitely apologetic."

'Very little has survived. Goodbye... I hope we meet again under better circumstances!'

"Now we must continue with our work. The new city will be the most advanced in the galaxy!"

OOC: anything happening here, or can I skip forward a month?

OOC: anything happening here, or can I skip forward a month?

Go ahead... I'm trying to fast-forward my building anyway.

OOC: Bri! (You on the forum??)

IC: Suddenly, a huge amount of mole ships entered the sector...

'This Grand admiral Roberts of the MCD Liner. We are assuming control of your fleet for awhile.'

The Admiral was just about to ask why, but then he realised why.

A huge ship appeared, behind the main fleet. It was 20 times bigger than the large MCD!...

OOC: Bri! (You on the forum??)

IC: Suddenly, a huge amount of mole ships entered the sector...

'This Grand admiral Roberts of the MCD Liner. We are assuming control of your fleet for awhile.'

The Admiral was just about to ask why, but then he realised why.

A huge ship appeared, behind the main fleet. It was 20 times bigger than the large MCD!...

OOC: Ok keep working on it, i'm just finishing up your new starchart.

OOC: Cool, (Does a strange dance)!

http://img97.exs.cx/img97/8170/molelandspace8li.jpg

Here is your map Moleland. you'll note that I have colour-coded each nation depending on their relation to you. It may help.

Groovy! As long as you are willing to alter it... slightly when i need you to?

Groovy! As long as you are willing to alter it... slightly when i need you to?

I will be willing. Enjoy it for now-add it to your factbook.

Your wish, is my command!

The 1st skyscraper was finally complete, towering twice as high as the RL Empire state building... and they'ed get bigger.

Outside, smaller homes had been built and were used by the military and workers, while transports from the Imperial merchants guild endlessly came and went, taking Tibana gas with them. This would most certainly become an industrial world.

OOC: You going to respond to the large ship suddenly appearing?

OOC: Is it one of yours?

OOC: Yes. What aout your soul thingy thread?

OOC: Yes. What aout your soul thingy thread?

My arent we inpatient. Remember i'm only human.

IC: "New moleland ships entering sector Admiral"

"Good. Send them a friendly greeting Lutennant."

OOC: sorry.... :P

IC: The Ship was in fact Super cruiser Mole... King Mole's personal Flagship.

'My Lord' Said the Admrial Striker, 'I am humbled to see your ship.'

'Don't be so humble, son, it is not needed. Now then, shall we see how the work is progressing?'

'Yes your highness. However, I would have informed the workers that you were coming... why was no warning given?'

'Security my boy, security. And, i want to see workers in their normal light.'

Onboard SC Mole

'Your Highness, a message of welcome has been sent from TIN ships...'
'Thank them for the welcome. Prepare my shuttle.'
'Yes your highness.'

A mighty builder droid lifted the last Girder of the second skycraper, hoisting it into place. Work like this would continue for 2 years...

OOC: Have to go... School ahs ended... see ya tomorrow!

OOC: Have to go... School ahs ended... see ya tomorrow!

Good bye Mr. Mole.

Has this topic ended?

OOC: Just about... I hope you enjoyed it.

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