NationStates Jolt Archive

The Megan advance fleet glided slowly through space at sublight speeds. The lead ship Scimitar, a Sabre class carrier, carried the first assault wave. As she approached the Makhailan planetary defenses, her captain ordered shields up, and all cruisers engage the orbital facilities. The first volley of protoculture disruptors lept from the cruisers like lightning of an approaching storm.

OOC: First of all, I have yet to launch my veritechs, I'm still attacking the damn orbital defense platforms. Don't control my troops, they're still in their ships. We haven't even had a space battle, how can I land troops with friggin laser turrets surrounding the planet? Let's start from the beginning. I attacked your orbital turrets...

OOC2: I'll take care of Hobbeebia with a TG.

"I guess it was enevitable for me to end up like this" Colonel Carter Reeds declared. Appearently quoting a line from Space Chronicles III. to his dismay the gigantic ship started to rock just after the loud boom. He got to his window just in time to see 3,000 Megan ships. "OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIII--" before he finished his sentance a nother explosion came knocking at the Makhailian Defense's door.

With everything he had, Colonel Reeds had burst down the door that led to his dorm. All of the saftey pods were already shot from the chamber in which they were held. All but one with only 299 troops in it. That was the plan anyway, to set just enough crew on each station. They fired the pod and it flew hurdling toward the planet. 296 bewildered men, three of there wives, and one crying daughter later, Reeds was slowly impacting the Falcarao's surface.

Carter grabbed his Superscope Delux which folded to a circle and suddenly sprang out. It was like a daytime light spectacle. red lines firing at what seemed to be two to three thousand ships with an antique Megas Mech flag. Carter folded his superscope when he noticed the display was visible to the naked eye. He did this by watching the other members of his pod and the other four pods stare aimlessly upward. Maybe it was fate that had brought him to this situation. Station A1 was up in flames in a matter of seconds, and in time A2, A3, and A4 would be eliminated from the Valivarre System as well.

General Christopher Wallace, who governed Reeds's platoon, grabbed him by the shoulder and told him they'll pray for what will come. The next moment was the longest in the year that The Rouge Nation of Makhail would be known as The Rouge Nation of Makhial. Reeds found his girlfriend to whom was stationed at A1 as well. 1200 people in between them, it took them fifteen minutes to find each other. This will live in there memories forever.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

A terrible catastrophy has taken the nation of Makhail. We were lucky enough too know that all four pods had landed safely to base and all 1200 people landed safely on Falcaro. Stations A2,3, and 4 are still under heavy watch let us Hope that our enemy has not taken the lives of 3600 innocent people.

One year ago, this planet was declared a nation. Even though we are not with our loved ones, stranded or away, we remain that today, still a nation with freedom and rightousness for everyone.

-Makhailan President, Austin Harn-

-pledge-

I pledge alligence to the flag of the Rouge Nation of Makhail. For which through all races, and through either party, we remain one. Let our foe not seperate us, our past despair us, our future destory us, but let God give us strength. For Freedom and rightousness to everyone.

As the Megan cruisers continued to assault the defense platforms that were formerly under their control, General Danniel Fellows was determining the ideal landing zones for the ground assault. 2 destroyers had retreated and 1 corvette had been lost due to damage, but the rest of the 700 ship fleet remained intact. The dropships began to approach the frontlines as one station after another was destroyed.

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Station A2 sent ships from it's base but was unfortunately not suceesful. This pissed General Wallace off. Turrets bounced lasers back and forth and one by one the turrets were obliterated. Megan fleets were crowding around the second starport. A 444cm gun poopped out of the top of the base and launched rockets that homed in on the smaller ships.

Advise all personnel to evac. now.We will need all the troops we can get.

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Fellows relished the successful space campaign as his ships began deploying landing craft. Approx. 5,000 Cyclone Troopers were launched, supported by 1500 Veritech Valkyries. All began to enter the atmosphere untouched, headed for 2 seperate strategic points on the surface. (locations remain undisclosed.)

Reaver watched the skis as the landing craft burn as they approached. Reaver knew that a battle of a large scale was about to erupt.

The outer hulls of the landing craft glowed red as they descended through the atmosphere. Within minutes they reached the designated LZ. It was located a mere 15 miles from the Makhailan capitol. As soon as they landed, Cyclone VR-55 Devastator, -41 Blowsperior, -38 Bartley, and -52 Battler troopers began pouring from their single-use landing craft.

Colonel Rand Onun stood outside his craft, suited in full red cyclone armour.
"Set up a defensive perimeter... I doubt we landed unnoticed, notify command we have reached the surface and expect enemy resistance at any time."

"Yes, sir."

Wallace's family prayed deeply. 30 years in the service, a wife, four children and twelve grand children all sat in tears as the president of the R.N. issued each family a comforting thought. His address to the people on capital hill as brief as it was, sat the whole city of Argham in a disturbing thought.

General Fellows stood aboard the bridge of his carrier, the Scimitar, a smile on his face. A comm officer reported Onun's message.
"Good, launch the Excaliburs, we've been needing to test their battle capabilities for quite some time now.
"Aye, sir."

With that order, 2000 Veritech VF-19 Excaliburs launched from the Scimitar, all headed for the surface position.

Reaver Was waiting for the order to engage the enemies, for now he waits....

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The armor that the Makhailian infantry wore shined brightly throughout the post. the white suit glimmered valiantly. the downside was that the flag on the shoulder held the Makhailian flag, but no one was ready to complain. loud booms echoed all around.

this was it now or never. the men ran out of the vase firing ar the ships. turrets blasted and hobebbean cue was like the bat signal.

Colonel Rand Onun immediately gave the order to return fire. The various cyclones fired equally various weaponry, lasers, missles, and ion cannons. The good colonel himself fired his chest-mounted missile racks, unloaded all 12 at a group of gleaming white Makhailan troops.
"Sir! The rebels are wearing the flag of Hobbeebia!"
"This is not good, sergeant." Onun responded. "Report this to General Fellows immediately, this war just got more complicated..."

Reaver was listening to communications from the Megan troops. Reaver began to pronder weather or not he should attack or wait for the order...Reaver waits for orders

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Hobbeebian Commanders battle suit

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Dark biomech pilot. for info on dark bio matter read biomech summit thread.

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unmaned terror armor sherrder(sp?)

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Hobbeeebian grunt troops suit

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Fellows stood aboard the bridge of his command ship, the Scimitar. He was distressed by Colonel Onun's most recent transmission.
"Ensign, forward this report to TASC, immediatley." Fellows ordered a comm officer.
"Aye, sir."
"Status report on the battle."
"Sir, Colonel Onun reports that we have lost few casualties, the inferior Makhailan weapons don't seem very effective."
"Still, It worries me that their may be actual Hobbeebian troops, here."
"Colonel Onun hasn't reported any, sir."
"True, but for now, we will watch and wait. Their is little we can do from space. TASC doesn't want planetary bombardment."
"Yes, sir."

Megan infantry Cyclones

VR-52 Battler
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VR-55 Devastator
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VR-41 Blowsperior
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Hobbeebian Robotic Medium troopers

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same model diffrent weapons

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battle scene

Reaver was finally tired of waiting, He ordered to Medium troopers to attack the Megan troops, Reaver got their postions for the Megan communication he told hlaf of the troopers to walk in a staggered formation , the others were to fly high over them and fall right on top of them, the medium troopers were nothing more then distractions, for Reaver to show himself

The Cyclones braced for the Hobbeebian advance, and returned fire as soon as they attacked. Colonel Onun turned to a leiutenant near him.
"Inform the good general that there are indeed Hobbeebian troops here. Request Veritech support."
"Yes, sir."
"How many have we lost?"
"LS computers count 57, sir."
"More than I had expected. Call in armour support as well."
"Yes, sir."

Form the Makhailian base in Argham, Wallace started to send the command to Reaver of the Hobbebian militia. "2-9-1 this wallace of the Makhailian troops. you are free to attack. my men will be rolling in and helping your men conquer as much of this small planet as possible. For now my men are firing their weapons to signal your men where to go. walllace out." would Hobbebia recieve the message? hope was not pointless. at that moment hope revealed itself as the hobbebian national anthem was heard off in the distance. an odd way to enter the battle. in relief, wallace got to his feet and walked outside to find out it was just his imagination. "I'm Loosing it" he thaught.

The Veritech Valkyries screamed toward the battle in fighter mode. Commander Sam O'Keif, call-sign Spear, flew lead.
"All squadrons, break and attack. Pick your targets, recommend switch to Guardian mode."
1499 acknowledgements were heard over the comm channel as the Valkyries mechamorphosed, almost in unison.
Spear flew over Colonel Onun's command post, taunting his ground-pounder counterpart. He picked out a group of Hobbeebian grunts, and fired a salvo of swarmer missles. Upon contact, they would immediatley be destroyed.

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Fellows recieved the armour support request and ordered the Scimitar's sister carrier, the Halberd, to deploy her VT-01 Centaurs. 750 tanks that were at ready rolled into the dropships in the Halberd's 15 hangar bays. The computer piloted ships leapt from the Halberd and entered Earth's atmoshpere engines screaming.

Interesting....

OOC:May we get involved?

i dont know......
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OOC: I don't know, black agents, we may have a part for you later on... but since this is a closed RP, we already know where we want this story to go. How it gets there is still being decided...

IC: The Valkyries were taking no losses as they attacked the infantry. The Cyclones hung back, not wanting to get fragged by their own flyboys. Colonel Onun wasn't pleased.
"I knew the Air Corps would try to hog the fight to themselves. And where the hell are my tanks!"
Just as he spoke those words, the disposable dropships carrying the 750 VT-01 Centaurs landed in the forest to the rear of Onun's formation.
"Finally! Spread those tanks into our lines! Request the Valkyries to pull back, give those flyboys a break."
Onun was refering to the tremendous mental strain it put on the pilot of the Veritech because of the "thinking cap" technology. The tanks rolled into the lines, their heavy artillery cannons mulching the Makhailan infantry.

Reaver began to get tired of the Makhialian troops and there inability to fight. Reaver called up Hobbeebian high Command.

" This is Reaver, 1st biomech corp. The Makhaillian troops are being destroyed. Request to open A gate, Lets send in The unmaned Mechs for starters"

" Reaver this is Hobbeebian High Command, You have a green light for gate opening. how many do you request. 3000 Ambers, 2000 earthshakers, and 1500 of the rest." said Reaver

" acknowlaged. over and out." said High Command

*Bridge of the MIC Scimitar, a Sabre class carrier.*

A comm officer sat at his post, alarmed at the transmission he just intercepted, a state of shock was more like it. He turned to General Fellows.
"Sir, we may have a slight problem, sir." He was stuttering as he spoke.
"Spit it out man." the General replied.
"A Hobbeebian ground unit code-named "Reaver" just requested backup...lots of back-up."
Fellows cursed under his breath. This was supposed to be a quick, easy victory. It wass supposed to look good on his records. Nothing more. But, now, Hobbeebia was getting involved. Massively involved.
"Comm, send a message to TASC, inform them of our situation and request permission to bombard the planet. It cannot fall into Hobbeebian hands."
"Aye, sir."

Reaver listened intently trying to decipher to broken message he had just heard.
(message)
" -Static........ Hobbeebian troops..-stactic..........Reinforcments......Planetary bombardment......"
Reaver finally got the meassage, So he called the Hobbeebian High Command Again, this time on a coded messgae.

" This is Reaver,1st biomech corp, Requesting Emergency Naval intervention,
code 1009-a "

It didn't take long for the High Command to respond
" This is High Command Request Approved Please give us 13 mins to ready a fleet"

" This is Reaver, Understood i will create a destraction until then"

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*Over a forest, approx. 15 miles from the Makhailan capitol.*

The Veritech YF-19 Excaliburs sped toward their target at speads unthinkable in a fighter. At least that's what Captain Josh "Geronimo" Kellar thought.
"Woo-hoo!!" he exclaimed. 'These things are awesome!"
"You got that right captain!" his wingman responded.
Once over their target area, they would each release their 1500 lb. bomb on predesignated targets. The digitally coordinated strike would be devastating.

Reaver scanned the planet for heavy Megan troop activity, when something caught his eye, Reaver spotted 2200 Excaliburs YF-19's screaming toward the Makhailian capitol. " those will do fine" Reaver thought to himself. Reaver made sure the gate was up and running before he began his attack.

Reaver Jetted off onward to the massively outnumbering group. Reaver accessed his record log, just incase he didn't make it.

" My name is Jason Nethanal Reaver, Pilot of Reaver the Sythe. The date March 7 4350 by the Hobbeebian military scale. As my last action I will attack a large group Megan Mechs currently heading toward the Makhailian capitol. I must creat some time for the Hobbeebian Quick Response Fleet can arrive. I understand that my actions are going to prove fatal, but not futile. if I can get the time needed it will be worth my death. My Last quest is now"

Reaver ended his log and said a quick prayer. For he knew that he was getting close to the group.

" Reaver, you ready buddy?" asked Jason Reaver

"ARRRRRR" replied Reaver

As the two got closer Reavers Wings folded around his body and began to meld into a rapid spin. Reaver was off to his destiny.

"Captain, we've got an unidentified radar contact."
Geronimo glanced at his radar panel. Sure enough, an incoming bogey.
"!st squadron, release payload and form up on me."
Several acknowledgements came over the radio and 5 Excaliburs simultaneously released their bombs. The forest, 12000 feet below them, was wiped clean from the face of the planet.
"Movingto intercept new contact."
Teh veritechs rolled off the swept wing formation and flew toward the incomeing blip. They saw a small orange dot in the distance. Geronimo examined the dot closely. It grew larger. It was gaining speed on an unprecedented scale. Then, he saw a bright orange flash, and his left- wingman was gone. Small chunks of the desintigrated Veritech plunged toward the ground below.
"Switch to Battloid mode, engage energy shielding, and fire swarmers on my mark."
The Veitechs mechamorposed into a humanoid form, roughly 50 ft. tall. They turned to face their new enemy.
"Fire!"
The swarmers leapt from their tubes and streaked toward the Biomech.

Reaver just turned around to see the swarmer missiles fling toward him. Just before the missiles made contact Reaver engaged his wing shield which took most of the impact. Wanting to use the new smoke cloud to his advantage Reaver throw open his shiel and attacked with his Ion/charged particle beam cannon. The beam shot out in a sweep across the sky intending to striked the mechs, and instantly after the beam was done(not knowing if it did ant damage at all) fired his own volly of swarmers now he would only wait to see the outcome of his attack....

OOC: I guess I'll post the outcome of the attack.

IC: The VT's watched as the swarmers impacted the wings of the Biomech. Geronimo was taken by the beauty of actually seeing the biomech fight. "such a majestic creature," he thought, "but what the hell is it made of?!"
Hid ponderings were cut short ads thebiomech opende and fired an energy weapon at the VTs. He and 2 of his wingmates were able to fire thrusters and dodge the weapon, the other VT was literally cut out of the sky. It sped toward the ground below. Geronimo watched in horror as the biomech launched a salvo of swarmers at his descending comrade. He exploded as the missiles found their target. Geronimo was angry, he had already lost 2 of his best pilots on a mission that had almost guaranteed zero casualties.
"Break formation and fire at will."
Geronimo fired his thrusters and readied his depleted-uranium Gatling rifle as he tore through the skies over the biomech's head. The other 2 VT's flew to the left and right of the larger foe, blasting their gatling rifles at the biomech.

*Aboard the carrier MIC Scimitar*
"General Fellows, TASC has authorized planetary bombardment, but only in these specific locations."
"Very well, enter those coordinates into our coded battle network. Order all cruisers to standard bombardment formation, and have our ground forces immediately relocate to non-targeted locations."
"Aye, sir."

The Megan fleet began to advance around the small Makhailan homeworld. Large capitol ships and small destroyer escorts alike moved into formaiton. The entire process would take less than 15 minutes.

Reaver knew that this battle was coming to a close, but he wasn't going out without a fight. Reaver activated almost every weapon avalible on his biomech. And took aim at the lead mech and unloaded everything at him. to what looked like a fireworks store burning in a small town. But the stress on Reavers body, do to the other mechs attacking was to much for Jason to manage all at one time. Reaver fell to the Ground hoping that the flurry of attacks would hold off the others until he had time to rest.



-Meanwhile...

Meanwhile ... 200 lightyears away...

" High Commander Selo Are your ships ready for battle?" asked the High Command

" Ready and able Command, just give the word and poof there gone." said Selo

As the 650 unmaned Bringer of Victory Quick Response Battleships, each equiped with 19/ 2 barreled Sniper cannon guns( ion/charged particle with incased he round) all lined up in formation and were ready to jump into the demionsional slipstream. After 2 seconds of just sitting there the ships vanished.

Geronimo saw the "fireworks" as they raced toward them, and inevitable feeling in his gut that he was about to become ash and other assorted vaporized elements. But that was not to be. Before the salvos struck, his 2 surviving teammates leapt into harm's way.
"No...!" Geronimo cried.
But it was too late. The VT's erupted into flame and then nothingness. Geronimo's anger flashed to a point at which it had never been before. Due to the fact that the VT he was piloting ran off of pure living Protoculture, it began to react to his anger. System readings went off the charts. The shields doubled in power, speeds increased exponentially, and ammo reserves were "mysteriously" replenished. He charged at the biomech, thrusters flaring. He used his rifle as a melee weapon rather than a gun, swinging the butt of the rifle at its head.

(Secret)
*MIC Observer, H-Prism cloaked deep in Hobbeebian space.*
"Captain, a the fleet of unmaned ships that we've been tracking has just trans-dime jumped. My guess is they're headed for Makhailan space."
"We thought this might happen, inform TASC, priority code zero-alpha-one, "gators in the water, security level 10."
"Aye, sir."
(end secret)

Fellows recieved the message from Observer at about the same time the Hobbeebian fleet arrived.
"Damn!" the general exclaimed. The fleet wasn't in position yet, they needed more time, but that partcular resource had been exhausted.
"All ships fire at will!" he ordered. But the fear that it might be too late had set in. Some ships were able to target and fire as the intruders "materialized" but others wern't so fortunate.

The Unmaned vessels arrived just before the bombaredment began. The ships began to unlaod their sniper cannons on to the ships who were not able to react to thier arrival. The ships fire round after round the larger ships tokk more hits but the smaller Corvettes were destroyed in one or two hits from the cannons.

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Just as hope seemed to be given up Argham HeadQs reported that scientist have found the new conservation canon ready to fire ships flew in with this gun that shot at parts of the plains and mechs. a whole fleet of new armor arrived and the Makhailian Flag shone brightly on them. Wallace's men retreated grabed a conservation canon and started racing outside. they shot at the VT's every shot they fired hit the mechs and caused a whole in the armor some feet in diameter. to there advantage they fired at the exposed wires. as soon as the VT pilots saw this they had escaped at super speed. they had this to their advantage. Wallace went down stairs to see if there was anything he could find to help his men and lo and behold there it was. the Maker 44-44 with plasma turrets and a conservation canon at the top sat prtty in his sight. When he got in it seemed almost too easy to fly. He started the maker 44-44 up and flew off

OOC: Makhail so you just launched a fighter of some sort?

ooc:yes

OOC: I need to know its capabilities.

IC: Spear's VTs saw the craft enter the air.
"3rd squad on me, we're going to intercept that aircraft."
5 Valkyries peeled off their targets and immediately went after the new Makhailan craft.

Reaver looked up just in time to see the butt of the rifle strike his head, the pain was almost enough to make Reaver pass out by the computer system kept him awake. so Reaver responded with his tail, striking the mech in the side and flinging it across the forest..

Wallace, got to the air almost instantly. He flew low, because the fighter had a low oxygen supply, landing back at the base. The men cheered because the fighter landed safely.out of 300 men, 124 survived, either greiving for a short period over their lost camarades or prising the existence of the General. Corp. Reeds walked over to Wallce.
-"Alright there sir?"
-"Yes Reeds, we will live for today!"
-"General one question. how did you know how to fly a Maker 44-44?"
-"they told me it had the same exact controls as a boeing 747, just with more guns. turns out its a little quicker"
-"were you in the airforce as well General?"
-"No, I was a pilot for Argham Wings Intl."
there was an eerie silence before reeds asked
-"do they even have Boeng 747s in the airforce?"
-"I guess they-what's with all the questions, corp."

Geronimo flew sideways from taking the full brunt of the biomech's tail to the VT's chest.
"Command to Capitol Strike, abort mission, repeat mission has been scrubbed. Orbtial bombardment has been authorized. Please relocate to these coordinates." The coordinates streamed onto Geronimo's datascreen as he acknowledged the command. The biomech that had destroyed his comrades would have to wait ... for now. He mechamorphosed to VT mode, and flew off, afterburrners blazing.

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As the unmaned ships assaulted the bombardment ships, ship fragments of large and small, Megan and Hobbeebian ships began to liter the planets sky. Hobbeebian sniper cannon and Megan depleted cannon shots riddeled the scenery of the Makhailan space. Explosions, alarms, missiles, and floating bodies became a vaccum hell. The comms channels are scrambled with Pointless beeps and blips, in hopes that it would disrupt Megan Communications. The Megan Ships fought bravly but to no avail, for the Hobbeebian Ships seem to come out of no where and seemingly never ending. But all of them where nothing more then distractions for the real fleets to show up.

meanwhile on the ground..

The Demionsional gate was up and running. This set up the stage for a massive Hobbeebian ground campain, on scales of galactic proportions. And in 10 seconds 10 Amber unmaned sniper mechs and thousands more expected. The Ambers got into position and awaited the others. the mechs continued to poor out of the gate. much more then what Reaver wanted. instead of 3000 ambers 6000 ambers where sent, and 2000 of all the other models. this war was going to heat up....

Fellows stood on the bridge of his carrier/battleship, the Scimitar, watching as his ships fell in battle. They were taking an average of 3-4 Hobbeebian cruisers with them, but they were outnumbered by the same ratio, so it evened out.
"Sir, I'm picking a spacial disruption on the planet, it seems to be some kind of interdimensional gate. Sir!, Hobbeebian forces are puring out of the gate."
"Damn!" The Fleet General exclaimed, "They must have intercepted the order to bombard the planet. Comm, send a message to TASC, code the frequency with highest incription possible."
"Done, sir."
(Secure channel)
"TASC this is Fleet General Daniel M. Fellows, identification FG317A. We are under heavy attack by overwhelmingly superior Hobbeebian forces, and are expecting more to arrive shortly. Request immediate fleet mobilization to sector Falcaro-01. Send everything you have. Fellows out."
(End Secure Channel)
The channel closed with a click. Fellows prayed that the message would be recieved without interception. Never had an operation in his command gone this wrong, and if the error was his, he was determined to correct it.

*TASC headquarters, the Megan home planet of Tirol.*
Supreme Chancellor Niel Hawkins, ruler of the Megan empire, stood in front of the comm officer. He had been summoned from his Main Chamber for his message.
"This could mean a full-scale invasion by Hobbeebia...a war we most certainly could not win."
"But we must try..." replied a member of the High Council.
"Yes, ready my ship. I expect the Patton to lauch in an hour."
"Will you be on it, sir?"
"Naturally..."

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OOC: quick post

All 22,000 unmaned mech are there, awaiting the arrival of the Hobbeebian reaper tanks

As wallace looked up he thought he saw five of Veritechs and before he knew it the VTs were coming back so quick.
-"Damn it, I thought they were gone. they must have followed me through."
-"General, do you hear that."

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The 5 VT's led by Spear swooped in to attack the grounded Makhailan aircraft.

"Launch a salvo of swarmer missiles...BELAY THAT ORDER!"

The VT pilots froze in their cockpits. Why had Spear stopped the attack. The reason was the Makhailan craft could be valuable. It showed some signs of Hobbeebian tech, which definitely meant that Hobbeebia was up to something.

"Switch to Battloid mode, secure the area."

All at once the VTs mechamorphosed, changing to a 50 ft. tall humanoid form from their previous fighter mode. They spread out, picking off the Makhailan defenders with their DUG-1 mech rifles.

*MIC Scimitar, engaged in battle over planet Falcaro*

Fleet General Fellows watched as the Hobbeebian unmanned fleet directed their assault toward the Halberd's battle group. He could only watch. The Scimitar's impulse engines had been disabled from a lucky shot by one of those sniper ships. The Halberd was taking heavy damage, she had no fighters to protect her, neither of them did, they were all on the surface. He prayed that help would arrive soon, lest his fleet be wiped from the record books.

Staion A2 and A4 Started to evacuate as soon as the Makhalian Battle had begun just outside of argham. Thomas Olgan and Peter Oak became close friends because of the position they held. now as both Commander and Captain of the stations they flew people down to the surface of Makhail. they flew down in the pegasises, corvetts designed with coservation canons at the top of the bridge

OOC: and you nightmare gets worse.... :)

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The fleet that SC Hawkins had scrambled was now organizing for a hyperspace fold. Helmsman were overworked as they tried to bring order to the chaos of the 1200 ship fleet. Included in the fleet were 2 of the 5 Megan SDF flagships, the SDF-1 Patton and the SDF-3 MacArthur. All other ships were forming on their lead. Hawkins himself was commanding the Patton, and as soon as they formed up, he gave the order to initiate the fold.

The Royal Family of Cornamthia, hereby declare thier discontent with this most unuseful war.... :mad:

OOC: to Cornamthia, this war is not useless.

last OOC:
this is the new ship that wil be entering the unmaned vessels

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-ship

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-Battle droids that fill the ship

*Battle of Falcaro, sector 597*

The Megan support fleet appeared from the hyperspace fold several thousand kilometers from the battle. There would be plenty of time for the Hobbeebian fleet to see them before they arrived.
"All ships, break and attack, we must drive these invaders from the system."
The formation spread, each ship choosing a target, and firing at will.

Oak could see it from a far off. He took his ship down closer to the surface of Falcaro and could see the battle. He saw warriors, less than 200, scattering back in and a lot of Valkarie VT's flying his way.

The Hobbeebian unmanned Fleet did see the new Megan fleet advancing to them. One of the 200 command ships called for the immediate attack of the new Megan fleet. Thousands of robotic " Roger, Roger's" came over the intercom. The ships which up until that second that where attacking the Megan carriers, broke there attack and began to attack the new incoming fleet.

*8 klicks from the Hobbeebian dime-gate*

Colonel Rand Onun stood rigid in his Cyclone Battle Armour, eyes focused on the horizon where the Hobbeebian forces were coming from.
"Ground-poinders, listen up! We're going to hit the enemy hard while he least expects it. I want 1st brigade to move to flank around to our left, the enemies right, and hit them with everything you've got. You won't have tank support.

The Colonel recieved some hearty "yes, sir!"s that brought a smile to his face.

"While 1st brigade is distracting the enemy, 3rd and 5th brigades will attack from the right, or the enemies left. You will have limited tank support."

Another round of yes sir's was heard.

"And finally, the main assault will consist of myself, 2nd brigade, 4th brigade, and 6th brigade. The remainder of the tanks will accompany us. So what are we waiting for! Move out!"

A battle cry rang through the entire force of cyclones. The enemy outnumberd them 5 to one, they knew. There would be no reinforcements, backup, or supplies. This was it, time to prove themselves worthy of the title Cyclone Warrior.

As the units began to move to their corresponding flanking positions, Colonel Onun coordinated with the VT mission controllers.
"Tell those Excalibur VT's not to drop their presents just yet, we may still have a target for them. Break them into 3 forces and have them attack 1 minute in advance of or ground assault."

"Yes sir." a comm officer replied.

Olgan arrived at airbase alpha and radioed his commanding officer.
-"Captain Oak, we have readied the mechs for battle."
-"Perfect. The battle is just outside the capital, correct?"
-"Affirmative, sir."
-"Fine, we need to deploy the mechs, the Megan VT's took the bait. Have them attack the airbase."
-"Rodger that, sir. Olgan out."

Dropships were released from station A3, each carrying a compliment of 10 Bioroid grunts and their Bioroid commander. There were 90 Bioroids in all. They descended into the atmoshpere, ship glowign bright red, towerds airbase alpha.

OOC:
Makhailan Bioroid

http://www.geocities.com/coltman45_24/bioroids.JPG

Olgan arrived at airbase alpha and radioed his commanding officer.
-"Captain Oak, we have readied the mechs for battle."
-"Perfect. The battle is just outside the capital, correct?"
-"Affirmative, sir."
-"Fine, we need to deploy the mechs, the Megan VT's took the bait. Have them attack the airbase."
-"Rodger that, sir. Olgan out."

Dropships were released from station A3, each carrying a compliment of 10 Bioroid grunts and their Bioroid commander. There were 90 Bioroids in all. They descended into the atmoshpere, ship glowign bright red, towerds airbase alpha.

OOC:
Makhailan Bioroid

http://www.geocities.com/coltman45_24/bioroids.JPG

OOC: Lets see how much metal we can waste. lol

The gate was still pooring mechs out like there was no tomarrow. there was 22,000 mechs and alittle over 1000 Hobbeebian reaper Tanks(2000 tanks have already left for the Makhailian Capitol) . One of the posted Amber Sniper mechs was scanning for movment, when it caught a glance at the Megan Troops advancment.

" This is Amber code 140-ab- we have comfirmed enemy contact at vector (34,098) 6 degrees north." said the posted Amber

" Roger, all Ambers on alert. Charge sniper cannons at full. Earthshakers at the rear. The rest of you take defenceive positions." said the lead mech.

The Mechs were in place, and waited for the Megans to show up. one Amber had a full lock , took aim and fired....

The Megan advance came to a halt. The shot was heard throughout the forest region they were in. The trooper's cyclone battle armor was able to engage foot thrusters just before the shot hit, and she was still in the air. The commanding major radioed Onun immediately.

"Right flank has been comprimised, repeat, right flank no longer retains the element of surprise!"

"Acknowledged. Onun out."

Colonel Onun's attention was distracted by his tactical officer.

"Sir, I recommend we abort this operation and wait until reinforcements arrive."

"And what will that achieve? If the Hobbeebian navy wins the space battle, there will be no reinforcements! The Hobbeebians will attack us eventually! Better to hit them before they are ready and try to gain an early advantage."

"But sir, do you honestly think we have a chance! The Hobbeebian army is gaining mechs and reinforcement even as we speak! In comparison to us, their resources are almost limitless!"

"Look at it this way, if we win, we'll be heroes, if we lose, we'll be martyrs. Either way, we'll still be great examples for the history books."

The tac officer had a look of disgust on his face. He stopped arguing, for he knew that further instigation would get him sent to the front line of the battle.

*Left flank of the Hobbeebian Dime-gate*

"Colonel Onun, the plan seems to have worked, the bulk of the Hobbbeebian forces are focused on the right flank. We expect minimal resistance from the rear. After all, these are just unmanned mechs, they shouldn't stand a chance against our Cyclones and Centaurs."

"Don't get too cocky, major, we don't know exactly what they are capable of."

Off in the distance a roar was heard approaching. The remaining F-19 Excaliburs headed straight for the Hobbeebian position.

"I have a feeling we're about to find out, sir."

"Understood. Onun out."

The major turned to his forces.

"All right, listen up! Right flank has the enemy's attention, and the flyboys are laying out the welcoming mat. But are we going to let them have all the fun?"

"Sir, no sir!" the entire force replied.

"That's what I thought."

As he spoke to the troops, the Excaliburs found their targets with their 1500lb bombs, taking advantage of their air superiority.

"Boys and girls the welcome mat has been recieved. Time to lock and load. Pick your targets, stay in groups of 3. Watch out for each other. The faster we can destroy that Gate, the easier it will be to win this fight. Move out!"

The cyclone troopers sped forward in cycle mode, most with only one wheel on the ground. Once they found the enemy, they mechamorphosed to Battle Armor mode. Supported by the Centaurs' heavy guns, they attacked the Ambers that stood guard at the outskirts of the Hobbeebian position.

*MIC Patton, space battle of Falcaro.*

The battle was going well for the Megan fleet. Since the reinforcements had arrived, they had only lost one ship, one of the original fleet. The Patton fought her way through the Hobbeebian ships, accompanied by several Tristar class capitol ships, to the Scimitar and the Halberd, which were in desperate need of relief. Supreme Chancellor Hawkins stood aboard his ship, his back straight and erect, extremely proud of how his soldiers, no warriors had fought so hard, against overwhelming odds, and were still fighting. He walked to the comm station and pressed a button.

"Fleet to ground-op, come in, ground-op."

"This is ground-op, were in the middle of an operation, so I suggest you hurry and..."

"Is that the way you were taught to address your superior, Colonel Onun?"

"I don't know who you think you are, but I only have one superior in the operation and that is General Fellows, and you certainly don't sound like him!"

The bridge officers could here a hint of humor in Hawkins' tone, a smirk wore across his face. "Colonel Onun, this is Chancellor Hawkins aboard the MIC Patton, I have relieved General fellows of command."

"I'm...sorry, sir, I...didn't..."

"We'll let it go this time. I have a present for you Colonel, Major Simms, commanding officer of the Cyclone trooper reinforcements we are carrying on the Patton will personally deliver it to you...General."

Onun couldn't believe his ears. "Thank you, sir."

"Thank me face to face if we live through this, General. Hawkins, out."

Hawkins turned to the tactical officer. "Begin a sweep to mop up the rest of the Hobbeebian fleet. Launch the dropships, have them return with any wounded or KIAs. Maybe then we can get some rest before the main Hobbeebian fleet arrives.

OOC: if i remeber correctly you lost most of you invasion fleet ......and if you read my post earlyer you should have read that the Amber were making a defencive sector around the gate like a bubble. so my mechs would not direct all attention to the right flank only the one stationed at the right flank. ANd my unmaned fleet is no where near finished.

OOC: I never posted losing most of my invasion fleet, in fact, I just reinforced it. I've lost 50 of the 300 ship fleet at most. Now there's over 700 ships there.

OOC2: I never said that your troops turned all their attention to the flank, you said that some of them focused on the movement. You didn't specify which movement, so I did.

bump........ might want to rephrase that

bump........ might want to rephrase that
What are you talking about?

OOC:sorry wrong thread. :)

As the Space battle raged on, the space now filled with a thick fog of ship debris,made navigation a challenge the quick reaction Fleet had done there job. And now that The Megan Fleet had arrived, the Hobbeebian 5ft class Corillian Armada was on its way.


Secret IC -location: 700 Lightyears for the current battle

" Supreme Admiral Vander we are in position for full flanking Trans-dime Jump sir." Alerted the Nav Officer of the HCS Sky god Lead ship of the 5th Class Corillian Armada

" Put all hands at full alert Code Alpha-1, combat code Zeta-Xray-9ner,(looks at fighter pilot commander) ready your fliers immediatly. Send the Boarder ships now Iam sure they get a kick out of those." said Admiral Vander

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OOC: okay...

IC:

*Bridge of the MIC Patton, flagship of the Megan fleet*

"Sir, incoming boarding ships, they're attempting to latch on to the hull."

"Signal the fleet, engage point defence phasers, that should take care of them." Hawkins replied.

"Aye, sir." the comm officer rattled the orders into his reciever.

Hawkins studied the tac display on the forward viewer. He spied an enormously large dot.

"Lieutenant, what is that?" he asked the tactical officer.

"Sir, that is the bulk of the Hobbeebian quick response fleet, they're bunched together."

"Excellent, helm move us into a large debris field and warm the Reflex cannon. Aim straight for the heart of that fleet."

"Aye sir!."

The Patton's engines flared as she crept toward a large debris field that used to be a Megan cruiser. Maximum amounts of ion radiation were being emmited from the field, effectively masking the charging of the Reflex cannon. Several minutes ticked by, Hawkins watched the tac screen closely, the large dot remained the same.

"Sir! Reflex cannon operating at full capacity. Preparing to fire."

"On my mark...3...2..1...fire!"

"Firing Reflex cannon!"

The 5 km. wide, bluish-yellow stream of protoculture energy leapt from the Patton straight at the heart of the Hobbeebian fleet.

With General Onun's order, the Cyclones engaged the Hobbeebian mecha head-on. The smaller, agile cyclones juked and dived around the Ambers, pouring Scorpion missle fire and ion blasts at them. The Centaurs lined up behind them, pounding the Ambers one at a time with their main guns.
Then the sky filled with red YF-22 Excaliburs. The air support had arrived. All 2200 Excaliburs, with Geronimo flying lead, dumped their ordinance over top the dime-gate, enough to level a small city. The troopers waited for the smoke to clear before continuing their assault.

*Argham, Makhailan capitol city*
As Spear, the lead pilot of the Valkyries, secured the Makhailan aircraft, he heard a the distinct click of a comm channel opening in his ear.

"Captain, we've got inbound contacts, thousands of them. Hobbeebian Reapers, sir."

Spear thought about this. He had heard about Reapers, but had never actually engaged one in the field of combat. If they were anything like Megan tanks, he knew they would be a problem. Then he remembered that Megan tanks were closer to mechs than they were tanks, with gave them a distinct advantage.

"Acknowledged, all squadron leaders, you are clear to engage new contacts, keep your distance, pick your targets."

Several lights blipped on Spear's display as the squadron leaders acknowledged his orders. The Valkyries began to lift off the ground, switching from Battloid to fighter mode as they gained altitude over the city's tall buildings. They swept away in loose formation, lead and wingman pairs eager to bust a Hobbeebian tank wide open.

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bump for later

As the Ships awaited there fate all snipper cannons opened fire in fast repetiton. the shots screamed onward just as the reflex cannon hit destroying the remaineder of the unmanned ships in that area. but just maybe the shots wopuld not have been wasted....

as the ground battle raged most of the ambers have taken a scattered faormation taking fire for the Earthrockers to get ready to fire with close to 3000 earthrockers present the missile count would be uncountable..

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As the Megan forces advanced forward striking the ambers the Earthrockers Opened there Launch bays and opened fire at first count more them 30,000 missiles screamed out of the bays and rocketed toward the Megan forces. Explosions Of mass size light up the sky,even the Hobbeebian ships in space could see the explosions. Immedatly after the missles launched he Hobbeebian Reapers Began to shoot a Constant stream of hyperDepleted Uranium Sniper rounds at the advancing forces. now the only thing left to do was wait for the smoke to clear and see the damage...

As the Megan forces advanced forward striking the ambers the Earthrockers Opened there Launch bays and opened fire at first count more them 30,000 missiles screamed out of the bays and rocketed toward the Megan forces. Explosions Of mass size light up the sky,even the Hobbeebian ships in space could see the explosions. Immedatly after the missles launched he Hobbeebian Reapers Began to shoot a Constant stream of hyperDepleted Uranium Sniper rounds at the advancing forces. now the only thing left to do was wait for the smoke to clear and see the damage...
OOC: I thought the Reapers were assaulting the capitol?

IC:

The Megan troops saw the missiles coming closer. Without any thought, merely by pure reaction, the entire force oened up with their own swarmer missiles, each one headed for a different Hobbeebian missile. It was then that the sniper shots took them by surprise. Cyclones everywhere took hits to their armor, disabling some and destroying others. Other trooopers were luckier, taking shots where the armor is strongest, and surviving to counter-attack. A few tanks were destroyed, but most continued their artillery barrage at the dime-gate.

General Onun observed the chaos as armies took losses on both sides, gained ground then lost it. The constant struggle of conflict. This was where he belonged.

"Major! Gather the troops, order a new offensive!"

"Yes, sir!"

He keyed something over his comm, a soon the cyclones formed for a spearhead offensive. The Excalibors descended on the Hobbeebian mechs, unleashing depleted uranium blasts and swarmer missile fire.

As the Ships awaited there fate all snipper cannons opened fire in fast repetiton. the shots screamed onward just as the reflex cannon hit destroying the remaineder of the unmanned ships in that area. but just maybe the shots wopuld not have been wasted....
*MIC Patton, Megan Capitol Flagship*
"Sir, confirmed we have eliminated the remainder of the unmanned Hobbeebian fleet! But we have a problem, sir. Seems the ships managed to get off on last volley of sniper shots."

"35 seconds to impact." the tac officer reported.

Hawkins thought for a moment. Was this really going to be the end, would his ship and all his work be destroyed here in this vaccum that is space? The ships reactors overloaded with the last shot so point defense phasers would be useless. No, all these people had fought so hard. He wasn't about to let his children die. Then he remembered, Protoculture absorbs and assimilates all other forms of energy. That's the key.

"Lt. check our line of fire, the Protoculture should have absorbed some of the enemy fire."

She tapped a button on her console. "Its small sir, but their's definitely a hole!"

"That's all we need. Helm, manuevering thrusters! Back us into that hole!"

"Aye, sir!"

"15 seconds to impact!" the tac officer alerted.

The Patton continued to lurch backward from the recoil of the shot and sideways from the release of the manuevering thrusters' pressurized gasses.

"5 seconds to impact, 4... 3... 2... 1!"

The Patton shuddered as several beams contacted the extremes of the hull. It groaned as its outer armor gave and the beams ripped through. Hawkins, along with the rest of the bridge crew were thrown to the deck. Consoles erupted in flames and vents poured steam into the fires. Then it all stopped.

"Status report!" Hawkins stammered as he struggled to stand.

"Hull breaches on multiple decks, armor has been burned away on 67% of the ship's hull. Shields not operational, estimated casualties: 234 wounded, 57 killed. Reactors back online at 88% capacity."

"The Hobbeebian fleet?"

"Gone, sir."

"How many ships..."

"We've estimated just over 200 ships, sir. Reports are still coming in..."

Hawkins face fell. As brilliant a commander he was, he hated losing his troops. That sympathy is what had made him such a good ruler of his people.

*Bridge of MIC Patton*
"Sir, I have an urgent message from TASC. Priority 1-Alpha."

"Patch it through."

"Chancellor, we've recieved a communique' from one of our Observer class ships deep in Hobbeebian space. Her intelligence officer reported that the Hobbeebian Navy is ammassing, apparently for a trans-dime jump. TASC has conferred and reached a unanimous decision, we want you out of their now. We can't win this war simply by engaging the Hobbeebian Navy, there are just too damn many ships at their disposal for that. Intel suggests that the unmaned fleet you wiped out was merely a tenth of size of the manned fleet planning to attack. Naturally, the ultimate decision lies with you, but..."

"I understand. Hawkins, out. Comm, contact the Planetary Forces, I want General Onun." Hawkins managed to say.

The comm officer clicked a switch and keyed something over the channel.

"Onun here, we're kinda busy sir!" The bridge crew heard blasts of gunfire and artillery in the background.

"General, I'm ordering a full retreat. New intel places a Hobbeebian fleet of unparalled proportions here, soon. We need to take this victory and leave."

"Yes, sir. I'll begin a staged retreat, I want those Veritechs out last, though."

"Agreed. Hawkins, out."

The comm clicked off.

"Scramble the Horizont dropships for pickup. Form the remainder of the fleet for a simultaneous fold."

"Aye, sir."

*Surface battle of Falcaro, near Argham*

"Major!" General Onun screamed so he could be heard over the sounds of the battle.

"Yes, sir!"

"Organize a staged retreat, I want the Cyclones out first, followed by the Centaurs. Get those Valkyries from the capitol to give us air cover."

"Yes, sir."

The major immediately went to this task, pulling Cyclone troopers from the fight to the area that the dropships were landing. Overall, close to 5000 cyclones of the 5400 that landed loaded onto 200 dropships. That left the tanks. As the dropships for the tanks landed, the Centaurs mechamorphosed to battloid mode for a hasty retreat. Covered by Spear's 1500 Air Corps Valkyries and Geronimo's 2200 Space Corps Excalibors. Once the last centaur was loaded into a Horizont, the ships took off, thrusters blaring, heading for the larger ships already in space. The Veritechs fell back after that, also headed for space.

"Its probably a good thing..." Onun said. Even outnumbered so badly, he and his elite Cyclone Corps were ready to charge into the enemies throat, enevitably to their deaths. Now they were being denied those glorious deaths. Maybe they would get them one day. But today was not that day.

*Bridge of MIC Patton*

"Sir, the reactors can power one more fold. All of the dropships have been recieved by the Patton and the Macarthur, the fleet is ready to initiate the fold."

"Initiate the fold."

"Aye, sir."

All at once, the remaining 650 ships of the Megan 1st defence fleet hyperspace folded back to Tirol. A brilliant light was seen from the planet's surface several minutes later as the ships exited the fold.

Hawkins left the Patton when it entered drydock, returning command of the her to Fleet General Fellows, commander of the 1st fleet. He headed toward TASC's secret reasearch facility, an orbital station codenamed SDC, Space Defence Center. The shuttle moved slow compared to the ships he had been on. When he arrived, TASC officials briefed him on their plan.

OOC:

The next phase of the war

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=410224

Reaver watched as the Megan Troops began their retreat, Reaver tried but failed at trying to comprehend why they would retreat from a battle that could have gone both ways. Reaver was just mad that he could not have engaged that one pilot just one more time before he retreated.

" Why just give us a victory " Thats all Reaver could think about.

"But a Victory was a Victory " Said Reaver the Biomech as he returned to his feet afetr making repairs.

After the two sent the destroyed mechs and tanks back into the Dime-gate for recycling, Reaver recieved so news about his rival.

" Reaver this is Hobbeebian High Command. let me just say Congrats on a victory there. But I hope you dont have any plan for the next 4 weeks or so."

" No, I was just going to keep dicking around like a idiot" said Reaver

" Reaver dont start. we are going to need you for an attack against a Megan Controled planet. And this planet may just have your rival in it.Hobbeebian High command has one more thing to ask of you, before you leave we wnt you to establish a permenant Base of operations there in Makhail." said Hobbeebian High Command

" Got it, how long until the next attack, and are we going to be using the unmanned or now are we going to tap our Flash clone Units." asked Reaver

" we are not at liberty to tell but just be sure that there will be alot of fighting" Said High Command

Reaver turned off his channel on looked at the planet as he returned to the
Hobbeebian Main fleet just as it Arrived

" This is just the beginning, But We won this one" Said Reaver