NationStates Jolt Archive

Location: Planet Neva, the Unnamed Star System, 12th Quadrent/Edge of Krowemohian Controlled Space
Krowemohian Space and Exploration Society Mother-Classed Research Vessel, Farcry

The bored Neko researcher stared at the computer screen, blips of information scrolling across it. Sighing, he leans back, yawning and streaching. "Man. This is the tenth unsuitable planet this Quadrent alone. Hell, we picked a hell of a system to try and colonize."

His partner chuckled, shaking hs head slowly. "Heh heh heh. Well, if at first you don't succeed..." He trailed off as the first neko picks up.

"Try, try, try... Try try try, try try, try once more, try again, try try try, and try some more..." Both broke into a fit of laughter.

"Hey, you guys!" The third shift member called out, pointing to his screen. "I'm picking up some odd signals on the long range scanners. Look like... Ships. But, they don't match anything in our warbook."

The first neko raised his eyes, "Oh?" He hops up from his seat, strolling over to the screen, glancing at it. "Hmmm... Not sure. Are they broadcasting an F.O.F. Identifier?" The sensor man shook his head no. "Hmmm... Copy their signature, send it back to Krowemoh..." He turned to leave, then, as if struck by an after thought, "Oh, and better request some Space Forces Support out here. Just to be safe."

Nodding the third neko moves to comply with the order...


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Meanwhile, just inside the Farcry's Sensor Range.
United Empire of Ah'b, Third Assualt Fleet Flagship, Inverted Honor

"Ma'am, warbooks have identfied the ship as the Farcry, a Research Vessel." The tall, pale skinned humanoid announced from his seat next to the commander's chair.

"Really. Then we won't need to use our Assualt Ships then." The blue haired, red eyed female stands, drawing a sabre, and holding it in her extended arm. "Designate that ship Enemy One. Send this message to all Guard Ships. Prepare to launch mines. Fire on my command. Target is Enemy One."

"Yes, Admiral Spoor! To all Guard Ship captains, Target is Enemy One. Prepare for Mine Bombardment on mark." The Communications officer spoke quickly, listening as a hail of confirmations were recieved. "All Guard ships report ready, ma'am."

"Fine." She pauses for dramatic effect...

To be Conitnued...


((OOC: This is a story. Due to the distance Krowemoh is to any other inhabited system, outside help won't be expected ICly. I probably won't make this into RP, as there's never enough people interested to warrent it. The Ah'b are my bad guys. If you happen to have a nation called Ah'b, and wish to dispute this, then I have something simple to say to you. "I don't exist in your universe, and you don't exist in mine." There, simple, no? Well, I'll finish up the rest later. :D))

Location: Planet Neva, the Unnamed Star System, 12th Quadrent/Edge of Krowemohian Controlled Space

Even though the Research vessal wasn't military grade, it did feature the ability to determine when it was being locked onto. Unfornately, A'hb Mines don't require a lock-on to find their targets.

In perfect unison, the hundred or so Guard Ships within the Third Fleet launched their barrage of mines. To the Nekos casually viewing the ships through the viewport, it first seemed as if a thousand falling stars were racing towards the planet they were orbiting...

... Until the sensor began to display the mines as hostile fighter crafts. The Neko manning the sensor nearly wet himself. "Fighter crafts?! We're being attacked by fighters!" He cried out, panic ridden.

"Calm down. Broadcast to them that we're a research vessel, not a military target. And if they're pirates, mention the Pirate Guild treaty. That'll stop them." One of the senoir officers on board ordered.

"Aye sir..." The neko in charge of Communications acknowledged, attempting to relay the message to the mines, and to the ships beyond those. The console beeped error. "No can do, boss! They're rejecting our freqency!"

"Two minutes until fighters reach us, sir!" The Sensor Neko called out.

"Relax people. if they haven't started shooting yet, then I don't think they plan to. Chances are, they'll circle us a few times, then leave."

"They're in visual range now! I'm putting them up on screen."

A seemingly two dimensional viewscreen materialized into view before the bridge, showing a handful of the mines to all present. "Umh... Those aren't like any fighter craft I've seen before..."

"Cuase they're not... Mother, what are those?" The senior officer asked.

"Based upon the construction of these objects, as well their shape and seemingly limited fuel supply, I conclude that these are either unguided missiles or some form of mine." The computerized voice of the ship's AI Matrix informed him. His jaw dropped.

"Mines...?" His mouth felt dry, "Alright, I'm giving the order, abandon ship! Let's get the hell out of here!"

"Not enough time! Less then thirty seconds now!"


The swarm of mines washed over the reseach vessel, impacting and decimating it completely. The few lifeboats that were able to launch didn't fare any better. The simple AI within the mines didn't discern between lifeboat and research vessel, treating both as a valid target...


"Admiral Spoor. Enemy One is completely destroyed. Combat is finished. We are victorious." Her Chief-of-staff informed her.

"Next time, when you have something useless to tell me, keep it to yourself, dear..." The blue haired, red eyed Admiral said, a grin on her face as she steathed the sabre. "Relay this to all ships in the Third Fleet. We are moving further into enemy space. Our target is the heart of the Empire... Krowemoh!"


To Be Continued...