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OOC: This is the First thread
Battle for Makhail (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=392235)
Our Battles will consist of 1 thread for each of Megas's Planets this is the second one.

IC:

( At Hobbeebian Homeworld At capitol city Hobun 6 miles from Royal Palace)

From Hobbeebian Galactic News:

" This is truly a day to celebrate, Hobbeebian High Command has just announced that Megan Forces have retreated from The Planet of Makhail. As far as the High Command is concerned no Hobbeebian lives were lost. Hobbeebious is to make an appearance later today to give his victory speech. And Yes we will be there for the enitre speech. On other news Protest have broken out over the occupation of Makhail, Protest leader says now that we have won we need to leave Makhail and let them live their own lives with their own government. The Hobbeebian Department of internal Affiars has this to say-" We have no intentions of just picking up and leaving, for if we left now Megan froces could walk over them, we are there to help them rebuild and restore order to them." For HGN I am Jackson Good night."

(Just utside of Hobbeebian Palace)

" From HGN...

Hello again I am Jackson and you are qwatching HGN, We are moments away from hearing the speech from Hobbeebious. Now anyone can come and listen to the speech but security in the Capitol city is at almost unimaginable levels. ( closes eyes thens opens up again) Ladies and gentlemen I have jst recieved word that Hobbeebious is heading to the podium as we speak."

(Hobbeebious appears at the podium of the Palace)

" My country, my world, my people, my empire. For to long Megas has oppressed to many people, and I know some say we are oppressive, but I can assure all of you, these people had it worse,you should not complian.....
Makhail has been almost destroyed, and if we had not interfered Makhail would have been earsed from the fabric of time. If we had not been there those people would have suffered, Yes we are occupying them, but with Their Permission. They let us occupy them because they give us a key stratigic point in megan territory. so there it is. let it be so that As of tonight The royal Family will be leaving to fight our enemy." Hobbeebious

Mind if i join at all?

I dont know TG me and we will discuss some things..

*Megan capitol Monument City*

Hawkins approached the stage with a grim face. He stared at the crowds before him anxiously waiting for his address.

"People of Megas, this is indeed a grave time for us. Falcaro has fallen to the Hobbeebian invaders. The rebels there are in league with the Hobbeebian Empire, and their superior numbers overwhelmed us. Never before have we face an enemy such as this, one that seeks the destruction of us all. Because of this, we must band together. We must never capitulate. Even now, the enemy makes preparations to attack Zendus. If Zendus falls, the enemy will be close to there final goal. But today, I come before you to make a promise, it is this... Tirol will not fall as long as I am still alive! We will defend this home of ours to the last man, woman, or child!"

Cheers rang out around Monument. The speech was being broadcast over commercial channels, so the entire system was listening.

SECRET IC

*TASC headquarters, Tirol*

"This is hopeless. We can never hope to successfully defend the entire system from Hobbeebian invasion. There are just too many of them!" a general said.

In all, 12 PF generals and Navy commandants sat around the wooden conference table. They had deliberated for hours on what to do about the invasion, where to allocate troops, what infornation they should release to the public.

"We have to. There is no other choice. We cannot simply give in to them, it would cause the entire system to collapse!"

Several "here-here!"s were sounded around the room, then everyone fell silent as Supreme Chancellor Niel Hawkins entered the room. He strode to a chair at eh end of the table, and sat down.

"I trust no one on my council has any thoughts about surrendering...such beliefs could only be considered treason." Hawkins surveyed the room, catching each officer's eye in turn. Then he looked to the doubting general.

"Chancellor, surely we must be realistic to the circumstances. We have niether the ships or the troops to defend against a full scale attack, let alone push them pack."

"Very well General Gordon Sloan, why don't you surrender yourself to the Hobbeebians, because I'm sure they'll keep you alive longer than I will. What they will be doing to you I cannot be sure, but I can assure you of this, if you so much as think about ever jeopardizing the freedom of my people, you will die by my hands!" Hawkins eyes flared and he rose slightly from his seat.

"Yes...sir." Sloan stammered.

"Now, do we have any information that could be helpful?"

"Scouts report Hobbeebians are massing troops and ships near the occupied Falcaro. That's about it, sir."

"I know what we can't do...now what can we do?"

"Sir, there is the Paragon..."

"Is she ready?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Take me to her."

END SECRET IC

OOC: well I am inpressed, that was a good response.

The parade was enjoyed by all, young and old, but not by the military. for as the watched thousands of ships and millions of troops were being amassed for a invasions of the Megan Homeworld. But most commanders felt sorry for the Makhaillian troops about to attack a astroide(sp) defence base surrounding the next planet to be invaded.

*(on Makhail -yes I have permission-)

" Come on my little thronless roses, How do you expect to defeat anything if you can do a simple combat movement." screamed the Drill instructor

The Makhaillians were very determined but not very strong. the training would but every day for 3 weeks unitl the invasion.....

OOC:
Let it be noted that the nation of Makhail no longer exists, and will be further referred to as its original name as a Megan planet, Falcaro.

IC:
*Zendus defense facility ZOAB-1*

Commandant Henry Gloval stood aboard the station's bridge, anticipation flowing through his veins. He was a tall, burly man, his voice deep and commanding. His Navy uniform was cleanly pressed and crisp. His thoughts drifted to the words of his commanding officers at TASC. They spoke of an impending Hobbeebian attack, overwhelming force was expected. He wasn't expected to win the battle, but perhaps damage the Hobbeebians enough to force a retreat. His 6 orbital Protoculture railguns would take care of that. In fact, if the Falcarons had not disabled the 3 at Falcaro, the Hobbeebians may have had only two-thirds the ships they have now. No matter, he would make sure they remembered this fight, that was certain. His gaze returned to the stars shown in the main viewer, and his mind continued to wander.

The ways of Chaos are mysterious; sometimes invasions may not occur for lifetimes; somethings, they come one after the other; as waves of limitless destruction. As it stands; since the postponement of the Black Crusade and the battle fo Azaha; no major Chaos incursion has occured to the knowledge of the galaxy. That all changed, when a message was relayed to the Zendus facility.

"This is a message from the Chronosian Imperium; by the will of the Daemon Emperor; we notice the extension of hostilities between yourself and the Biomech makers, Hobbeebia. As such, the Imperium is greatly interested in learning more...And perhaps delivering aid...Do you understand, lesser one?"

*Zendus defense facility ZOAB-1*

As Gloval continued to study the viewer, he heard the subtle beeping sound of the comm station.

"A communique from TASC?" he queried the comm officer?

"No, sir. This one's from someone else."

"Patch it through."

Gloval's eye's widened as he listened to the message.

"Send a response 'Chronosian Imperium, I am sure your assistance in this matter would be much appreciated. However, I am not in a position to make such decisions. If you would allow me 1 standard hour to confer with my superiors, or contact them yourselves, it would prove much more beneficial. And please, do not refer to us as 'lesser one.'"

Gloval made a gesture to end the transmission.

"Get me TASC. They are going to wet their pants when they here this."

PRIORITY MESSAGE - TASC HEADQUARTERS
To: Chronosia

We would welcome assistance in this war. Please explain exactly what you intend to do.

Priority Response:
To: Megas, TASC Headquarters

The Imperium will provide whatever is required; so long as the enemy defeated and details of Hobbeebian biomechanoids falls to the Imperium; in retun the Imperium is willing to offer Megas full membership to the Confederacy of Independant Systems and the perks that entails; including military support; free trade of military and technological significance, and other, more notable additions.
The Imperium will only offer this once. You have one standard terran hour.

Priority Response:
To: Megas, TASC Headquarters

The Imperium will provide whatever is required; so long as the enemy defeated and details of Hobbeebian biomechanoids falls to the Imperium; in retun the Imperium is willing to offer Megas full membership to the Confederacy of Independant Systems and the perks that entails; including military support; free trade of military and technological significance, and other, more notable additions.
The Imperium will only offer this once. You have one standard terran hour.

Secret Communique
To: Chronosian Imperium

TASC accepts your offer, Chronosia. We would be honored to have you as our allies. Your terms are agreed to, we will provide you with what intel we have on the biomechs. We wish you to garrison the planet Zendus, observations of Hobbeebian war frequencies and fleet movements suggest that is their next target. It is our second-most populated planet, and is seeded with the Flower of Life, the resource from which we derive our Protoculture. Losing Zendus would devestate the Empire, so it must be defended with adequate forces to repel a full-scale Hobbeebian invasion. Our fleet is incapable of this, being vastly outnumbered (but not outclassed, our technologies are on par with Hobbeebia).

This RP will be put on temporary hold for about a week while some of the RP'ers are on vacation.

Hobbeebian Commanders at Hobbeebian Command and Control of space affairs and Combat listened to the comms with great intrigue. For this would bring a new chapter into the war, and a chapter Hobbeebia was now had the challenge it required. And now the Generals of Hobbeebia had to decide should they or should they not use unmanned units.

" This is Hobbeebian High Command. We have had reports that the Chronosia Imperium will be assisting Megas in their struggle. This of course will be a new chapter in our history with Chronosia and I am sure it will produce battles of greatness that will be for the history books and shall remain in the minds of those who will live it forever. My Brothers do not be disheartened by this news, For we are Hobbeeia, We are not ones to curl up and die when a new threat presents its self to us. No, we are Hobbeebians, we are a warrior race. Would your mother wont to see you scared, NO! She didn't rasie you that way, The battle will be tough, it will be long, and your fellow soldiers will die. but, know this if they did die, You did not, continue your fight, continue you push, push hard, push long and unceaseingly, you are the Arm of Hobbeebia. Now My brothers.......it the time to flex them. " said John Pilot of the Armaggedon beserek sytheren Fury while at a meeting about the new threat.

On Falcaro........

Generals log.....

It has been three months sense the battle here and it has rained ever sense then, but even with the ground recieving so much water the ground still bleeds. And the rain can't hide the smell of the decaying bodies in the cremetories. It makes me sick sometimes. We are now everyday fighting off rebellion, these makhaillians are a smart lot though, the ones we have control over have learned our weapons very quickly. Our shipment of unmanned units and ships just arrived today, 300 ships were refitted to hold troops, no dought that they are for the makhaillian attack force.

The fabric of space tore, rent asunder by the power of the Warp; great seething wounds in teh fabric of space itself formign as the vessels, dark and terrible, like floating cathedrals of death and devestation hovered from the void; audient to the world below, that world they had been told to defend...
Zendus.
They numbered five hundred; and onboard there were many machines of war, many men ready to die for their Emperor; the hordes of the Imperial Guard; but there were others who were more than men; they were the Space Marine Legions of Chronosia; gifted with enhancements of science, and the malignant blessings of the Dark Gods; they were truly frightening to behold...

The great ships whirred, turned, and the drop pods began to fall; as Dreadclaw assault craft carrying more personnel and vehicles, equipment and supplies down to the world below...
It had begun...

*Zendus, ZOAB-1, Hangar deck lounge*

As preperations continued for the impending Hobbeebian advance, Geronimo had little time to think about what exactly had happened on Falcaro when he was fighting that biomech. But now as he relaxed on a cot, he contemplated that very topic. He hadn't reported the incident, after all, what would he report? His superiors would simply say that he was "disillusioned due to a combination of massive adrenaline rushes and the emotions associated with losing all four of his wingmen," or something to that effect. But he knew better. Something, different had happened. It was nothing like he had ever felt before. He had heard stories, about Protoculture empowering people to achieve such feats as he, but never had he heard such an account from a pilot of a mech. As far as he knew, nothing like this had ever happened. He also knew this, he would find that biomech pilot, and finish the job he started on Falcaro...

OOC: Don't ignore me, I'm evil...
I'll eat you ;)

OOC: sorry we are just kinda putting the fighting to a small rest right now. but rest assured it will start soon!

At Falcoaro....

"The Dime-gates are now fully functional sir" reported Dime-gate technitions as the made their final report to Supreme Master General John Rynx, Although john was not paying any attention them, they still had to report. John was still contempalting on his next battle, something he did on a regular basis. John had been a fighter of mechs for as long as he could remember. His biomeh was huge compared to most mechs that he had encountered. But John never let it get to him, for just because he was big didn't mean he wasn't fast, agile, and powerfully. John had heard of the new threat of Chronosia, It almost scared the other biomech pilots, but did nothin more then make John excited.

Now that the Dime-gates were open Troops and equiptment had begun to pure into the planet. thousands of flash clones and droid battle units and a new fleet of unmanned battleships, plus John and "john" this was going to be a long and bloody battle tht will last for many years

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Units now arriving to Falcaro......

300,000 flash clone boarder troopers
100,000 space marine troopers
150,000 flash clone ground troops.

- non human troops

400,000 heavy assualt and baorder units
350,000 medium assualt units
325,000 repair units
3,000,000- light assualt troops

- 700 new unmanned fleet killer class battle ships
- 100 new unmanned boarder class ships
- 200 new omni class anti-capital ships
- 10 anti-planetary hypera sniper cannon ships

-mechs

------ 3 biomechs
1. John Rynx -pilot of "John Class 10 biomech
2. Reaver -pilot of Class 2 biomech
3. Valmorti- pilot of a Class 2 biomech

others will be posted later.

*Zendus*

For the most part, the Megan defenders welcomed the Chronosian presence, officers directed the friendly forces to key positions both in space and on the surface of Zendus. With the area now garrisoned with over 2,000 ships, Fleet Commandant Henry Gloval now believed they had a sinner's chance in hell of beating back the Hobbeebian advance, whenever that was to be. Most of the preparations had been comepleted, and he feared his men may begin to grow complacent from the lull in fighting. He agreed with Supreme Chancellor on this one, Hobbeebia had no right to be here. This war made no sense. The Empire had simply mobilized to put down a rebellion, why had Hobbeebia become involved? Maybe in time the answer would be revealed, and true intentions would be uncovered...

*Turon, main city of Zendus*

General Rand Onun stared at the reports still coming in from the Battle of Falcaro. This was the only part of commanding he hated, so much so that he almost wished he was a field officer once again. It was a ironic, however, that when Hobbeebia did attack, he and his unit would be the first Cyclones to ever defend a position from enemy attack. The Cyclones had never been used in any situation except attacking an enemy, but here they were the PF's first line of defence. It made Onun nervous, they just weren't used to this sort of thing...

The defense of Zendus on the Chronosian front had been gifted to the wise, battle hardened warrior that was Ameeron, he gifted of the Dark Powers. He had fought at the side of Primarchs and beheld battles that were akin to the gods in duel.
He had come here to serve his Emperor, to further the ambition and power of his Master's Domain; for it was the will of the God's, that Chronosia prosper, triumph against adversity, over it...
He now waited; this, calm before the storm enveloped him; and he sighed, to think of all that would be done...
In his name...

*ALPHA hangar, ZOAB-1*

Geronimo stood in front of his Veritech Excalibur, Invisible Sun, as he had named it after an old song. Repairs were almost complete, and he was anxious to get back behind the controls. A patrol was scheduled to scout near Falcaro the next day, and he had called in several favors to have himself placed on the roster. It just doesn't pay to be a commmanding officer these days, they don't let you do anything, he thought. He began to wonder if it would take the same circumstances to cause it to happen again. If so, he didn't want it. Maybe it was a fluke, or a figment of his imagination-

"...sir? Are you alright?"

Geronimo was ripped out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, I said Commandant Gloval wants to see you in his quarters before the briefing, sir."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well, carry on."

The officer snapped a salute which Geronimo returned and headed towards the turbolift to deck 2, officers' quarters.

*CO's Quarters, ZOAB-1*

Gloval sat behind his desk, studying the many reports that had piled up. Some were Hobbeebian movements, others were reports from his juniors, others still encouragements from his superiors, none of which caught his full attention. The tones that announced the arrival of a visitor did, however.

"Come." Gloval said in his deep, bellowing voice.

The doors slid open horizontally and Geronimo stepped in.

"You requested to see me, sir?"

"Yes, I wanted to try one last time to convince you not to go on tomorrow's mission."

"May I ask why, sir, I'm the best we've got and-"

"That's exactly it, you're the best we've got, and we need you hear, alive. Now, I'm not going to order you to stay, Commander, but I am ordering you to reconsider one last time."

"Noted, sir."

"That's it? You didn't even think about it?"

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Granted."

"With all due respect, sir, I have. I've had plenty of time to think. Too much, if you ask me. And there's something I need to prove to myself. I...just need to get out there, sir."

Gloval thought for moment. "I understand, losing your wingmen must've been hard, son, but it wasn't your fault. Now I want you to be extremely careful tomorrow, and don't get your ass blown off just yet. That...is an order. Dismissed."

"Aye, sir." Geronimo snapped a salute and exited the room.

Gloval watched the pilot leave, then continued to examine his reports. Ah, to be young once again, he thought, he would give anything to be back in command of a ship, to feel in control...

Near Megas......

A wormhole opens up and a large probe comes out cloaked but anyone near there with fairly advance sensors can pick up the probes location.

*MIC Osiris, a Tristar-class cruiser*

Warning klaxons resounded throughout the hanger deck of the Osiris. A metallic, automated voice warned crews to secure their Veritechs for the hyperspace fold.

The plan was simple, the Osiris would initiate a fold near Falcaro space, dispatch 10 of her Excaliburs, 2 squadrons of 5, for a patrol near the Hobbeebian fleet. The fighters would get as close as they could to their enemy, then cut their engines, camoflouge themselves as space debris, and drift among the Hobbeebian fleet. With the huge amounts of ships that were destroyed in the last battle, there was sure to be ample cover. Perhaps they could even cut in on comm channels, any info retrieved by this recon would be a valuable asset in the eyes of TASC. Getting in would most likely be easy, the only problem would be the escape. The Hobbeebians weren't stupid, and their ships were likely to target anything that moved in the debris field, and figure out if it was theirs or the enemy's later. That was where the second ship would come in. The Osiris would also dispatch a dropship with droids on board, they were to transmit civilian codes to the Hobbeebian fleet, hoping to confuse them with their obviously military grade vessel. While the enemy was busy with the ploy, the fighters would simultaneously reactivate their engines, and speed toward a predesignated point where the Osiris would fold to, retrieve the fighters, and fold back to Zendus space.

If such a daring operation were to be successful, it may serve to enrage the Hobbeebians, and that was fine with Geronimo. Let them come. He wanted them to come. He needed them to come. He sought revenge for his fallen brothers, and this was just the beginning of that wish being fulfilled.

The Osiris began to clear the rest of the fleet to initiate the solo fold. Her captain, Samuel Tiller, was anxious to get underway.

"Sir, we haved cleared the fleet, course set. We're ready sir."

"Very well helmsman, initiate the fold."

A bright, white glow formed around the Osiris in the form of a circle, and then she was gone, carried to the realms of hyperspace by the power of her Protoculture matrix. Tiller felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach. Nearly 45 seconds later, they arrived at the drop point.

"Deploy the fighters." he ordered.

Geronimo heard the captain's order over his comm.

"Here we go boys..."

"Excuse me, sir, but not all of us happen to be male."

Geronimo was surprised by the comment, he had completely forgotten that she had come on this mission. Lieutenant Celine Lang, call-sign Kitfox, was a last minute addition to the team, priviledges of being a government official's daughter. He didn't know whether Kitfox knew her stuff or not, he could only hope. Her notorious asshole antics definitely wouldn't help, he knew that.

"Very well, here we go, pilots."

"That's better, sir."

"Kitfox?" another voice chimed in, this one belonging to major Peter Oak, call-sign "Scrub." After dropping out of med-school, he joined the Space Corps and became a VT pilot, serving under Geronimo ever since he was on active duty.

"Yes, sir?"

"Shut up."

"But, sir, I hardly think."

"Kitfox, I swear if you don't shut it I'll grill your ass here and now, general's daughter or no. I don't know what they let you get away with at the academy, but there will be no spoiled brats in my squadron, only VT pilots. Is that understood?"

"Yes....sir...." she sounded as if she had clinched her teeth.

"Thanks, Scrub."

"You got it, sir."

"Now lets get this operation under way. All units form on vector 12-45-73, engage FAST pack burn on my mark, 3...2...1...Mark!"

The VT's streaked toward the enemy fleet with hopefully enough velocity to allow them to drift in. Too much would give them away, though, and the engineers had spent days planning the fuel burn.

"Alright, deactivate on my mark in 3...2...1...Dump FAST packs!"

Simultaneously, all 10 of the VT's dropped their enlarged fuel tanks there in the dead of space.

"Osiris, Scrub here, commanding Blue Squadron. Approaching Hobbeebian fleet, damn there's alot of those son's a bitch's out here. Mostly those unmanned ships we fought before."

"Copy, that Blue one, Red Squadron what's your status?"

"This is Geronimo, pretty much the same, Osiris, we got a shitload of ships. Coming up on cut-point, enacted radio silence."

"Rodger that, Red-1, Osiris, out."

"All VTs cut engine power, maintain radio silence until designated time period. And...good luck."

With that the VTs began to drift among the carnage of the battle. Death surrounded them like a curtain, and Geronimo's thoughts began to drift to the Biomech he had encountered.

The Probe sends a message back to Imperial command......
"Sir, the probe detects alot of military vessels and lifeforms in the area",said Intel officer Cage. Adrimal Tyran realizes this would be a perfect time to study other civilizations and see how they work and run. "Send an exploration fleet."

10 Imperial Battlecruisers and 3 sciencevessels cloak and enter a newly formed wormhole.

*ZOAB-1, Bridge."

Gloval had had a restless night of sleep, and was beginning to fall asleep with his face in his hands. That is, until the tactical officer woke him up.

"Sir, I'm getting some unusual wormhole readings, looks like the synthetic kind."

"So somebody's generating wormholes in our space. It's not Hobbeebia, they have no use for such primitive methods of travel."

"That's just the beginning, sir. There's an extremely large amount of tachyon residue coming from the entrance."

"A cloaked ship?"

"More than one, sir. I'd say several. Upwards of 10 or more."

"Have the fleet complete an active tachyon scan. I want to know who all's out there."

"Aye, sir."

As the comm officer relayed the Commandant's orders, Gloval returned to his command chair. He wasn't too worried about whoever was out there. If they were hostile they would have already shown such intentions. His real concern at the moment was the patrol.

Commander Meizon was in charge of the exploration fleet. The wormholes closed and he was nervous the probe was recalled to his command ship the Asmodeus. "Sir sensors indicate we have been scaned by a nearby fleet should we attack?" asked Intel Officer Rash.Commander Meizon responds, "You know as well as I do that we only attack if attacked first. We can't just go around and say they scanned us so we had to blast them." Yes sir" said, Rash. "Besides since we our comprimsed lets scan them back."

The Deatharon exploration fleet decloaks and scans the fleet for signs of hostile intent.

*ZOAB-1, bridge.*

"Sir, the cloaked fleet...just decloaked. Looks like there are 10 battleships and 3 frigates. They're actively scanning us, sir."

"Comm, hail them on all frequencies. Ask them who they are and what they want. Have the fleet standby."

"Aye, sir."

The comm officer opened all channels and hailed the unidentified vessels.

"Decloaked vessels, this is the Megan installation ZOAB-1. Identify yourselves. You are not authorized to enter this space. State your purpose hear. Repeat..."

The comm officer continued to repeat the hail, awaiting an answer from the newcomers.

"Commandant, what do you think they want?" the tac officer asked.

"I don't know...but I'm not too worried about them. If they are intelligent in any way they won't attack us. 13 ships versus over 2,000, plus 2 defence installations and 6 orbiting railguns isn't the best of odds."

"Good point, sir."

Commander Meizon opens up on one of the channels hail them and replies, "This is the Commander Meizon of the Empire of Deatharon are orders were to stay hidden and watch and record for signs of intelligent life and determine if we should avoid said life or try to communicate with it. It seems this time we must communicate."

The Deatharon fleet enters in a defensive formation and raises shields in fear of attack. The science vessels move away from the Megas fleet and opens a wormhole to retreat away.

Gloval took over for the comm officer.

"This is Fleet Commandant Henry Gloval. We are in the middle of a war here, in which our enemy could attack at any moment, and you will surely be mistaken for allies of ours. While we have no hostility towards you or your people, and recognize your purpose hear to be exploratory, if you value your lives and do not wish your miniscule fleet to be blown to kingdom come, I suggest you leave and come back at a better, and safer time. Perhaps at that time we will be more open to friendly relations. Gloval, out."

Gloval hoped that his message would be clearly understood by the Deatharon fleet. Now it was only a matter to see if they would withdraw through their wormhole, or stay and fight. And if it was to be the latter, which side would they choose? Either way, Gloval did not care. His thoughts continued to drift to the patrol.

The Science vessels leave and withins seconds serveral more wormholes open 500 Imperial Battlecruisers and 500 Heavy assault carriers and one Imperial Guardian ship enter right next to the ten Imperial Battlecruisers.

The Imperial Guardian (The Largest ship in the fleet) hails the others ships that were here preivously and begin chatting in a heavily coded conversation.

*ZOAB-1, bridge*

The tac officer's console began to make steady beeping noises as his fingers flew across the panel.

"Sir, I'm now reading a presence of just over 1,000 Deatharon ships exiting the wormhole."

"What? Reopen the comm channel!"

A click was heard as the channel activated.

"Open, sir."

"Alright Commander Meizon, you have my attention, what is it that you want?"

His booming voice resonated throughout the bridge and the present crew could tell he was becoming impatient.

Meizon replies, "This happened because you comprimsed the mission the science vessels told Imperial command that we were found out and we were doomed this massive force was the Imperial response. I am still telling the Adrimal nothing hostile has happened yet."

The Deatharon fleet starts to slowly retreat back to wormhole tunnels. except for the ten ships that were there before the armada appeared.

"Good. Let's keep it that way shall we? I'm sure neither of us wants to start a conflict over something as simple as this. Now, as for your 'armada', if such a massive presence is ever detected in Megan space again without proper authorization, I can assure you that it will be interpreted as hostile and will be dealt with as such. Such blatant disregard of international boundaries will not be tolerated! Is that understood?"

Meizon tries to explain, "Sorry we are getting a little paranoid with the comeing Gaian war and all. The Imperial command thought you might be allies with them."

Gloval's tone changed dramatically, he understood all too well what the condition of paranioa could do to the mind.

"We no not of any such war, nor are we allies with any participants, for a war is being fought here. One in which we are the defenders of everything we hold precious and sacred, here our home is, and here it is being invaded. At this time, we need all the allies we can get."

Commander Meizon replies, "The Imperial Command wishes to formaly apologize to your government but since you are fighting a defensive war maybe we can help?"

Gloval's expression changed to a more welcoming look.

"I am sure your apologies and your assistance will be readily accepted. However, I am not at liberty to make such decisions. Allow me time to report this incident to TASC (Tactical Alpha Space Command) for authorization. I will contact you again within on Terran day. Gloval, out."

Gloval turned to the comm officer.

"Any news with the patrol?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Very well, contact TASC and brief them, them patch the comm through to my quarters."

"Aye, sir."

Gloval stood and walked to the turbolift that would take him to Deck 2, officers' quarters.

*TASC Headquarters, Tirol*

"Commandant Gloval, your report says that this Commander Meizon mentioned something about an impending war with Gaia? We do not wish to be drug into another conflict which we know nothing of." said a general.

"Surely the Deatharons are doing just that if they were to help us. Why would it not be proper to do so?" replied Gloval.

"Chancellor, what is your opinion on this?" asked yet another general.

"I say we accept their help. With the Deatharons and the Chronosians at our side, we would surely defeat the Hobbeebians..." replied Hawkins.

"I agree." stated a commandant.

"All in favor, say "I"." said Master Commandant Camuel Lang, the Megan Director of War.

Everyone in the small room spoke the simple word.

"All opposed, likewise."

The room fell silent.

"Very well, Supreme Chancellor, it is the decision of this council and myself to recommend that we accept the alliance with Deatharon."

"Thank you, Lang, gentlemen, you already know my opinion. Gloval, inform them of our decision."

Gloval snapped a salute and an "Aye, sir" before the vid-comm closed. Hawkins returned his attention to current TASC matters, and an increadibly high stack of datapads.

"I believe the next item on the agenda is the..."

Commander Meizon replies, "The Empire can only spare about 1,000 warships in this conflict we are currently as stated before prepareing for a defensive war agaisnt the Gaian Ascendancy."

OOC
This message is to Gloval.

Commander Meizon replies, "The Empire can only spare about 1,000 warships in this conflict we are currently as stated before prepareing for a defensive war agaisnt the Gaian Ascendancy."

OOC
This message is to Gloval.
Gloval's eyes narrowed.

"The Gaian Ascendancy, eh? Quite the powerful enemy. Tell me, what did you do to piss them off? Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter. We would be grateful for any ships you could spare. In return, when this war is over, we shall help you with yours."

Commander Meizon sighs and replies, "The Empire has a few Internal pratices that the Ascendancy does not like. The Ships will be from the last armada that came." Commander Meizon then adds, "The high command want's me to act as ambassador to your military forces and ours. If you have any orders or things you want the armada to do notify me only. This will make our operation of your defense run more smoothly."

Multiple wormholes and the ships come pouring out cloaked and shielded.

OOC: 1000 Warships?!?!?!?!?!?!? how, you are like tiny, and.... you would have no econ. to have that many ships.( trust me I know)

OOC: 1000 Warships?!?!?!?!?!?!? how, you are like tiny, and.... you would have no econ. to have that many ships.( trust me I know)
OOC: You're just ticked 'cause I have another friend... :D

IC:

Gloval stared at the veiwer.

"Very well Commander Meizon. In return, once this war is won, we will do everything in our power to assist you in your struggle against the Ascendency. In the meantime, my fleet commanders will direct your forces to ZOAB-2, the other asteriod defence facility in orbit around Zendus. There, you and Chronosian forces will be charged with the task of defending ZOAB-2 and her 3 Protoculture railguns, which means that there will be 1500 ships at each station. The railguns are orbital space platforms, and orbit ZOAB-2 reletively closely. As you have probably already seen, there are 3 railguns here as well. One shot from any railgun is capable of destroying dozens of Hobbeebian warships. Good luck, and may this be the beginning of a sound alliance. Gloval, out."

With that, the Commandant contacted the Chronosian forces and informed them that the Deatharon fleet would soon arrive to reinforce them, and the Megan ships there would return to ZOAB-1.

Meizon decides to warn Gloval, "Be warned should the Ascendancy attack the Empire we are to fall back as soon as possiable and defend the Empire no matter the conditions at the time."

The fleet follows the requested orders of Gloval.

A wormhole opens a probe comes through it and a coded message is given to Meizon to recall most of the armada to defend the Empire from Gaian attack. Meizon follows orders most of the fleet returns home leaving only 200 ships while the rest head of to Brakka-M to defend that system which has been invaded. Meizon explains these events to Gloval as most of the Armada returns to Imperial space.

(bump)

A wormhole opens a probe comes through it and a coded message is given to Meizon to recall most of the armada to defend the Empire from Gaian attack. Meizon follows orders most of the fleet returns home leaving only 200 ships while the rest head of to Brakka-M to defend that system which has been invaded. Meizon explains these events to Gloval as most of the Armada returns to Imperial space.

(bump)
"I'm sorry to here that Commander, good-luck and god-speed..."

Gloval turned to the comm officer.

"I know this is getting redundant, but we need to restructure our defenses with the departure of the Deatharon fleet. We need to move 500 ships back to ZOAB-2, and inform the Chronosians of the change. Well, get on it!"

"Aye, sir."

As the comm officer performed his orders, Gloval's mind wandered once again to the patrol currently in progress...

OOC: Hobbeebia, since you haven't posted anything about it I'm going to assume that the patrol went undetected...

IC:

Geronimo sat in the cockpit of his VT, breathing heavily. The time for extraction was getting close now, and he was getting nervous. This wasn't right...he shouldn't be getting nervous like this...like a rookie...why was this happening? He flown missions like this dozens of times...well, not quite this dangerous...sitting the middle of the goddamned enemy fleet...what the hell was he thinking coming on a mission like this. What was he thinking? He wasn't some damned rookie greenhorn. He wasn't supposed to get scared like this...scared? He was scared? That was an admission he didn't readily make...but still...no, there was no time to be scared, nor was this the place...breaking radio silence in 3...2...1...now...

"Alright Red Squadron! This is Red One, let's get the hell out of here...engage thrusters in 3...2...1...mark!"

The 5 VTs of Red Squadron flared there engines and screamed out of the Hobbeebian fleet towards the rendevous point. Elsewhere, the VTs of Blue Squadron were doing the same.

"Sir, where's the Osiris?"

"Don't worry Red-three, she be there."

They were still about 30 seconds away from the rendevous point when Blue Squadron came into view to their right flank...

"Red-one, this is Blue-one, mission successful, we've got some great stuff, sir."

"Good job, Scrub, I'll see you at debreifing."

"Yes, sir!"

*Obscure space between Zendus and Falcaro*

The Osiris glided gently through space, awaiting the designated rendevous time. With only a few minutes left, the bridge crew began to get very, very nervous. An atmosphere of tension fell over them like fog in a swamp, this was one hairy mission they had been sent on. Each one of them knew that they were in part responsible for the lives of those pilots out there, and to err meant that one of them might not be coming home.

The basic plan was to have the Osiris emerge from a fold just in time for the VTs to enter one of the open hangar bays, then execute another fold, all within a time allotment of 15 seconds. Flawless timing was needed, no, expected for this mission.

Finally, the time came. 30 seconds to rendevous. The Osiris would make the first fold with 15 seconds to go. The helm officer began to sweat profusely. A nervous twitch developed in his fingers. The time came, and he activated the ship's fold drives. A blinding flash of white light enveloped the Osiris, and she was gone from normal space.

She reappeared from the fold, only to find herself sitting off the bow of a Hobbeebian cruiser. The captain nearly wet himself. What had gone wrong? The fold coordinates had been precise, he had checked them himself. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him...

( on Hobbeebian Command crusier )

" Sir, Unknown ship off the port!!!" screamed a subspace detection operator

The Tech Captian pushed the Panic button( a button that alerts all the other ships of an enemy ship that is within range. ). At once every ship in that fleet surronded the ship and aimed all weapons at the middle of the ship.
The tech captian aboard the first ship to have sighted it made a report to the Royal Crusier Alerting that a Megan ship has been found withing our borders. The Crusier replied " caputre the crew destroy the ship." the tech captian responded with " sir we could use this ship to possiblly infiltrate the enermy defences". This time Hobbeebious was on the radio saying

" Tech Captian or should I now say Captian are you questioning my orders, because if you are, you will not see the sun again. Now in regards to your suggestion. NO. the megans will suspect something and will not waste anytime shooting it down."

After 10 min. of just sitting there 6 boarding ships shot out of the command crusier and jetted toward the now captured ship.

After 10 min. of just sitting there 6 boarding ships shot out of the command crusier and jetted toward the now captured ship.
OOC: is it possible for you to post anything without freaking godmodding? There's no way you could just "capture" the Osiris, she's a Tristar class cruiser, one of the most powerful ships in my fleet!

*MIC Osiris, bridge*

"Helm! Give me another fold solution! Before they destroy us!" the captain ordered.

"Working on it, sir!"

"Sir! We've got incoming boarding ships!" the tac officer reported.

"Evasive manuevers, point defence phasers! Don't let them through!"

"Sir! I got a fold solution! This one'll put us in the correct coordinates for extraction, sir!"

"Initiate the fold, now!"

A brilliant white flash consumed the Osiris and she was gone, reappearing only seconds later several kilometers away, right in front of the VTs.

*Red-One, cockpit*

Geronimo started to get worried, why hadn't the Osiris showed up on visuals? His sensors told him that she was near, but he couldn't see her.

"Sir, look ahead!" red-two said over the comm.

Geronimo looked up to see the materization of the Osiris. Finally, that was getting too close., he thought.

"Sir, somethings up with the Hobbeebian fleet, looks like someone stirred a hornet's nest with all that activity." red-two reported.

"You think they've spotted us, sir?" asked red-four.

"Movements are vectoring them this way, sir"

"Don't worry, red squadron, we're too close to the Osiris for them to catch us, now."

Even as he spoke, Geronimo was prepared his landing gear for the controlled crash to come. Seconds later, the VTs of Red and Blue squadron slammed into the makeshift netting devices installed in the Osiris's numerous hangar bays.

*Bridge of MIC Osiris*

"Sir, we've confirmed, all members of Red and blue squadron have safely returned."

"Helm, get us the hell out of here."

"Aye, sir."

Another brilliant white flash and the Osiris disappeared from space, she would exit the fold near ZOAB-1, and transfer all the data collected from the VTs to the ZOAB-1 mainframe.

OOC: godmod you left the time frame open for any amount of time to be told. now in regards to the size of the ship, thats great but I have close to 5 ships of that same size in the fleet as of then. it would have been very easy to have just attacked and destroyed you right then and there. now back to godmod. it is a two way street, if i godmod-you are able to godmod back with the equal amount of godmod.

((OC- Now I know how this thread affected my liberation war effort in Deatharon's thread. =^^= ))

((OC- Now I know how this thread affected my liberation war effort in Deatharon's thread. =^^= ))
OOC: o...k...

OOC: godmod you left the time frame open for any amount of time to be told. now in regards to the size of the ship, thats great but I have close to 5 ships of that same size in the fleet as of then. it would have been very easy to have just attacked and destroyed you right then and there. now back to godmod. it is a two way street, if i godmod-you are able to godmod back with the equal amount of godmod.
OOC: You must not understand that there is a difference between time in the RL world, and the NS world. Just because the ship sat there for almost a RL day doesn't mean it was there for a whole NS day. I would think that with the amount of posts you have you would know that...as for godmodding, its better when its not done at all. You can't just godmod and then say, "oops! you can godmod me back now!" That's just not right...

I know your concern but Godmod has its spice. it makes you think harder to try to counter that move. And i am not saying OOPS.

OOC: oh well, just keep it to an absolute minimum.

OOC: can do!

IC:

( Hoben: capital city- Biomech/ Guardian -of- Light Command center.)

" John You do realize what your asking me to do dont you?" asked the Supreme Guardian

" Yes but it is important, I need to be out there, My fellow soldiers need my help out there..... you know I am right.... With Chronosia out there now we need ever man to fight. I am no expection to that rule. " said John trying to show that he neds to be with his men.

" John you are to vital of an assest to have gatlbatting around and getting shot at, now I understand your frustration, I do, I would kill for a change to get out there and to do some damage, but I can't....But You can.....As of Today you are now in command of the HCS Sky God. Do as you see fit." said The Supreme Guardian As he smiled at John and returning the salute Joh gave him. The Supreme Guardian knew how much this meant to him, and he had to let him do what he had to do.

( HCS Sky God)

The Crew was at full alert for the arrival of John, The crew new that if a Guadrian came on board that meant a change in the leadership.... The ship was cleaned up to match the inspection regulations perfectly. there was not s spec of unnoticed dust anywhere.....

will finish later...

The last 200 Imperial ships were called home the Gaians had defeated the Empire and now occupied and the Ascendancy wanted to account for all Deatharon Naval fleets. Commander Meizon hails the Megas government:

"The Empire has been defeated and all ships are to return home for accountability."

The ships opened a wormhole and jumped.

Gloval heard the message over the comm channel.

"Very well, Deatharon fleet, we are sorry for your loss."

The main viewer of the ZOAB-1 bridge displayed the Deatharon ships as they left through their wormhole.

*ZOAB-1, Bridge*

Gloval paced anxiously. The patrol was 10 minutes overdue. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, he should never have approved the mission. He could just see the small, one-man fighters as they were discovered by the vastly superior Hobbeebian warships, targeted, and vaporized, all within seconds. Or maybe something worse happened. Could they have been captured? The Hobbeebian military was notorious for not even caring about their own citizen's lives, what would they do to spies? A beep originating from the comm console almost caused him to jump through the ceiling bulkhead.

"What is that?" Gloval asked.

"Sir, it's the Osiris, she's back!"

"Excellent! Have the pilots report to my briefing room immediately."

"Aye, sir. MIC Osiris, MIC Osiris, this is ZOAB-1..."

Gloval left the XO in command and set out for the briefing room.

John arrived at the HCS Sky God, The ship looking very nice and befitting of his arrival. Johns Biomech had to crouch to fit in the holding bay. The whole ship was very happy for his arrival. The Commander of the Sky God walked up and knelt down and lowered his head and said

"Sir Your arrival is perfect, about 30 minutes ago a megan ship was spotted in our fleet ranks, we tried to capture it but it folded into subspace."

" Well, I hope you are tracing to fold signiture..." said John with a smile

" Well,.... Sir I didn't think of" said the captian just as John screamed

" What you havn't done that simple of a task?.......what go are you?."

" Sir we will Get on it right away!!" said the captian

John looked at him with death in his eyes. John looked at "John" and shook his head, and soon after that " john " took his foot and crushed the captian....

OOC: he he, good luck scanning subspace for a hyperspace fold signature...

IC:

When Gloval arrived, Geronimo and his pilots were already there. They stood and saluted as he took his place at the end of the long table of the breifing room.

"I don't see anyone missing, thank God there were no casualties."

Geronimo spoke first. "Yes sir, the Hobbeebians didn't seem too concerned about our fighters, the illusion of space debris worked perfectly, but it really shook up the ranks when the Osiris missed that jump..."

The captain of the Osiris added his own input. "Yes, I'm just glad we were able to jump again before the Hobbeebians could figure out what had happened. Otherwise we'd all be space dust by now."

"Were you able to gather any intelligence?"

The captain of the Osiris handed Gloval a datapad.

"This is a compelation of all the data that my techs downloaded from the VTs' onboard flight computers."

Geronimo spoke again. "We got a good impression of how many of them there are, but we couldn't figure out anything about what they are up to. There's a good number of intercepted coded transmissions, but we'll need somebody from intel to look at them."

Gloval sighed, that meant another TASC officer breathing down his neck...

"Also, sir, it would seem that the Hobbeebians have dissolved the Mackhailan Empire they claimed that they were backing...we think they're planning to use the rebel forces as a the preliminary attack..."

"Cannonfodder..."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, look at what they've gotten themselves into now. I'll bet Megan rule isn't looking too bad right now. Too bad we can't use propoganda to stage an uprising against Hobbeebia, with the planet blockaded..."

"There's on more thing, sir."

"What's that?"

"There is another biomech there, sir. One alot more powerful than the one I faced on Falcaro. One of their, Guardian of Light pilots."

Gloval wished he didn't hear that last bit of information. A stage 10 biomech, piloted only by a Guardian of Light, was capable of some of the same things that his own heavy cruisers were, but with alot more manueverability...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/hobbeeb/image02.jpg
Dark biomech

The specs are on my military page....

OOC: To anyone reading this thread, it's sortof on pause right now because Hobbeebia's on vacation.

News of the captians untimly death spread around quickly through out the ship and the fleet. John had ordered the fleet to return to hobbeebia for refit and repair.

6 hours for planet *

" six hours before arrival master guardian." announced one of the navigational officers

" This is to slow. Why are we so slow?!" screamed out John

" Increasing speed sir" said the same nav officer as the engines came to life, as large as the HCS sky god was it began to out run the rest of the fleet. John opened an open channel to the whole fleet.

" This is Master General John Rynx. Increase speed to match. If any ship disobey my order. The crew will be ternimated." said john as the channel closed

John sat down in the commanders chair about to light a cigar when a call for High command came in. John also received a personnel message stating that ever ship listen to the call. john sat up straight and ordered another channel be opened.

" Channel opened sir" yelled the comms operator

The message came through, but barly. Message interferance was bad. but some very bad news came in on the line.

( broken message)

This is Hob... ( static)... command. At approx. 12000 hrs hobbeebian time 1 Class 8 dark biomech retrograde ecaped.....(static)...Be on look out for it. last location....(static)... Falcaro...

(end transmission)

John dropped his cigar. His eyes filling with worry, then great excitment. John jumped up from his chair and ordered that the fleet change course to Falcaro....

The HCS Sky God fleet seemed to appear from nothing as they jumped back into a normal Dimenion (sp). The fleet began scans for the loose dark Biomech. Every ship that was not for defensive purposes where ordered to scan. John also feared an attack from the megans and ordered the scanners to form a sphere and the defensive ships to intergrate into that sphere. Most scans where fruitless, but one showed promise. Althought gone now the dark Biomech was here in space. After about an hour of scanning a distress call came from a scout ship just outside of the second megan planet......

( HCS Sky God)

- Alarms sounded as John heared this message....-

" This is Scout vessel 33-0.b Hobbeebian scout fleet 2 armada. during a scout patrol we where boarded by an unknown object. After two attempts to subdue the object, all power was lost..... heavy breathing...( john pondered this claim- all hobbeebian ships are powered by a zero-point energy grid.) (John interuppted the crewmember and asked him how they could have lost power if they have an unlimited supply.).... I dont know sir. the last of out tech team tried to ID a reason. The last we heard of him was a scream.....
heavy breathing...... Sir my battery is failing, this will be our last transmission. Sir our ship is eating our crew.... (Pictures of the ship showed a strange metal that almost seemed to absorb light..... and matter.)

The transmission was lost. The fleet didn't speak a word. John only stood. looking at the staticy comms screen. Then he spoke only a few words....

" Hurry."

( hobbeebian High Command of expeditionary forces HQ)

"Gentleman, pleasewe have to be calm. This event my work out to our advantage. And we have an insurance policy... John Rynx of the Guardians-of- Light, and his biomech are out there. We have nothing to fear..." said Command tactical officer Howard Nelson.

" Nothing to fear my bald ASS!!!!! You have seen these megans in battle. They prove their worthness in battle. They fight hard. Almost as hard as we do..... I say we try a peacfull solution to this..." spoke Chief diplomat Dean Smith


" Dear board. I admire your efforts to do the right thing but now is not the time to back down. If I know megan tactic, as well as I think I do. They are waiting for us. Gentle man as you know we have "recruited" some help for this next attack. And it just so happens that they just completed Dime jump training. Do any of you know what that means for us? ( asked Hobbeeb himself during a suprise meeting) That means that we have a way to infiltrate them. dime jump them right into a city. With normal cloths and normal intentions. From there they would be able to sabotage their facilities. And the rest will be the cannon fodder that I am sure the megans are expecting....

The Board pondered this strategy for this may be the next step to take. Hobbeebius Stepped out of the room to let the command council talk to themselves.

" Hobbeebius has the best strategy that i have heard for a long while. All in favor say "I". " said Nelson

The whole board responed in agreeance with the new strategy. Hobbeebius Walked out of the Chamber, and back to his palace.

( On Falcaro)

" General Sino. Orders for the captured planet have just came through sir. New orders are to escort all Dime jump trained to there jump stations and the rest are ordered to the landing craft sir. Appearantly we have a new plan." said the comms operator.

The General looked over the orders, and gave the final word to complete to new orders. The Board of commanders currently in Falcaro where given a copy of the orders and thier primary objectives. The Commanders ran off. screaming at there subordinates making them jump into action. hundreds of ships and dime jump gates where seen firing up to complete there objectives. The assualt of the second Planet was underway.....

*ZOAB-1 Defense Facility*

The sensors filled with dimensional rifts as the Hobbeebian assault began. They were far from the fleet itself, which suited Gloval just fine. He ordered the orbital Reflex cannons to begin firing. The three massive cannons opened up on the Hobbeebian assault fleet, each blue-yellow beam they fired capable of ripping through the hulls of even the largest battleships. Still the Hobbeebians pressed onward. Gloval became distracted from the battle when his tac officer got his attention. She wanted Gloval to see something on her console. Gloval was amazed at what he saw. There were dime-gate signatures all throughout Hoboken, the capitol city of Zendus. He immediately informed the PF Ground Corps and Air Corps units stationed there in case the Hobbeebians were able to break the Megan lines. A state of martial law was immediately declare by Ground Corps Lt. General Rand, who thanked Gloval for the information. Gloval turned back to the battle. The Hobbeebians were drawing nearer now. He ordered all Veritechs to be launched immediately.

Geronimo took to the cockpit of his VF-19 Excalibur Veritech mechamorphosable mecha. He checked the instruments and donned his helmet, the infamous 'thinking cap.' His team, Raptor Squadron, began checking in one by one. This took only a few minutes, then he sealed his cockpit. ZOAB-1's air coordinator gave him the green light, and he and 39 more Excaliburs launched simultaneously. Seconds later, 40 more launched, the 40 more after that. Within a minute, over 4,000 Excaliburs were launched and ready to fight. They joined the fleet, which had its own fighters, above the space station, which continued to fire its orbital Reflex cannons at the Hobbeebian fleet.

On the ground, Lt. General Rand Onun ordered a massive sweep of the city, his troops were ordered to shoot anyone suspicious on sight. It was a necessary evil to declare martial law, and the citizens were informed that anyone who collaborated with the invaders would be executed. Within minutes, his troops had taken to the city. Its streets were deserted as most had returned to their homes. The troopers encountered little enemy resistance, and those that stood in their way were easily dispatched. It made Rand wonder what the Hobbeebians were up to, sacrificing the Falcarans with such blatancy. Whatever it was, they would be stopped. The Hobbeebian advance into the Megan Empire would end here, at Zendus. He would make sure of it.

Serect IC:

( Hobbeebian Palace )


Hobbeebius, walked peacfully to his throne room. Just after recieving his mission report( which showed high Flacarian failures) , Hobbeebius called his good friend John Rynx Now commanding the Sky God fleet.

( aboard HCS Sky God. )


The Direct dime channel opened, Hobbeebius apeared on the screen. The crew Snapped to a crisp salute, and stood to recieve orders. Hobbeebius knew how to make an impression on his troops, they where the best many star systems had ever seen, ( before the Droid days...) Hobbeebius stood just looking at the command bridge's staff. And then spoke....

" John. I have new orders for you and your crew..,.. Make that the entire fleet. I want you to dime jump to this location ( the locations pine pointed a spot on the very edge of Hobbeebian Control.).My orders will become clear soon."

John reacted with haste. He gave to location to his fleet and ordered the jump to be asa, once all have readied give to ok signal. 3 minutes passed the ships where ready. Then John walked over to his chair, where he noticed an e-mail was waiting for him. John looked at the address and his eyes jumped at the name Guardians. He opened it as fast as it could be opened ( instant )
the e-mail read ....

" John, I have a new ship for you. I will be waiting for you.

Signed: GoL 2"

Johns heart began to race for now he had something better at his disposal....

The Fleet finally came out of there dime jump. Near a planet called Nexeus 3 a fully metalized factory planet, that was disused according to hobbeebian offical records, but this was appearantlynot the case.... Ships, fighters, mechs, and droid armies amaseed for an invbasion of unseen magnitudes. Legions of prototrype heavy battle droids, more then John even knew could exist under one universe.

Gloval was astounded, as was most of the fleet. For some reason, before they even engaged the Megan fleet, the Hobbeebian armada withdrew. Not just any withdrawal, they dime-jumped away without even firing a shot. Gloval was both curious and worried. What unorthodox move coudld the Hobbeebians be planning now?

OOC: random

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IC:

A space station was orbiting the factory planet, as were many, but this opne looked important. John opened a channel with the station...

" This is Guardian-of-Light Supreme Master General John Rynx, number 3 in the chain of Command of the Hobbeebian Imperial Forces. Why were we ordered away from our attack?"

" This is Main command Station- ZZ-1, over supervisor of this factory planet and surrounding orbital defence grid stations. you have orders to dock you fleet and remain for debrifing."


John pondered on this strange events that have unfoldered beore him and his crew.... The Fleet docked the station and the crew began to abandon their vessels. One Crew member asked a Stationeer what was to become of their ships. The Stationeer responded as like this.....

" your ship will be stripped of all nonoperation required equipment and personal belongings, You ships have been reassianed to the Falcarian attack fleet."

John overheard the stationeers response. John Ran over to the Stationeer and asked to speak with his commander. The stationeer directed him, and john was off.

OOC: Trey, make me an admin...

Ooc: Respond Please.

When John got to the Staions commander he demaned to know what was to become of his ship. The station commander swiveled around in his chair and said

" Hobbeebian high command has ordered the the new ships be stripped and requiped with druid pilots and then gutted and replaced with a high personel barrecks system."

John slammed his fist in to the desk and blaired out

" You are going to turn them in two cannon fodder. You heartless basterd."

after yelling to relieve his stress John Came out of his office and returned to the hager bay where the ships where being gutted. He turned to his quaters and went to sleep. john hadn't slept in quite some time. It was refresing. about three hours in to his sleep, he was rudly awaken by the sound of an alarm. The sound was loud enough to wake the dead, and the red strobe lights where not helping. John jumped to his feet and suited up then ran out to see what was going on. people where running around like chickens with there heads cut off. John grabbed a sationeer by the arm as he ran by and asked him what was going on. The Sationeer replied that a dark biomech was attacking a near by defence station and that the station was losing. John let go of him and ran back to he biomecks hanger bay. "John" wa already waiting for him. John smiled and got in. John checked open the hanger doors and leaped out side.

As John Faced the beast he noticed that he was no longer aggressive. Such action from a dark Biomech was strange. John could see a use for this dark bio. John disengaged his weapons and hailed the Dark Biomech.

" Dark one, This is John, Pilot of this Biomech. Soldier of the Hobbeebian military. What is you purpose?" john only expected to hear a Dark bio hiss, But a voice called form the other side.

" I am Throx, Pilot of this Biomech. Slayer of citites. Why do you attack me?"

John was baffled by this, he thought he was the one under attack. John looked over the bio in front of him. And began to ponder.

"This Dark biomech has a pilot..... And he has mastered its controls. He may prove useful..."

John hailed him again and told him of the Megan Empire, and thier battles there. Thorx replied

" Well are honored to have met you. Tell me more of these Megans."

John could see his plan forming. With his ships being gutted, he needed some real fire power in there......

Johnnow knew he could use this Biomech, Dark or not. John looked strieght at him and told him where the megans were at. The Dark one started to luagh to himself as he learned the location. John got worried, he worried if he would turn on him after he was done with his attack. The Dark one turned and then told him he might attack but he was not sure. John only watched him float away...

( Dark biomech Pilot Thoughts)

These Megans soud like a formitable force.....I could attack them.... But what would there be in it for me?.....

( Dark biomech concisness)

The attack could prove useful in spreading my kind around the universe..... The matter would be good for replication.

( Dark biomech Pilot Thoughts)
Oh... I see, we use this attack as means to create more of us.... yes-yes. We shall do it!

The Dark Biomech then shattered the space around him and travel through the dimensions.

General Onun stood atop his watchtower. The breeze whisked a slightly chilled wind through the air. He donned his CVR-3 armor, which would allow his cyclone mecha to envelop him upon the start of the battle. It would be a glorious battle; no limitations, for the city had been evacuated of civilians. A staff sergeant approached Onun from behind.

"Sir, we've had reports from the fleet that the Hobbeebian armada is once again showing signs of dime-gate activity. This could be it, sir."

"So it could. Order full alert readiness, all companies. We will defend this city."

"Yes, sir!"

The sergeant snapped a salute and crisply turned. Within minutes, the cylcones were deployed throughout Hoboken, the capitol city of Zendus. It would be their responsibility to hold the planet from the Hobbeebian invaders should the aerospace defenses fail.

OOC:

Hobbeebia and I have recently decided that we are going to finish this war, instead of leaving it in RP limbo. However, since both of us have already assumed its conclusion, it will be on a documentation basis only, meaning that everything that we post takes place several hundred NS years ago. Those parties who were involved may wish to participate, but the thread is no longer open to anyone else.

As the Dark biomech dime traveled through the omnious void of reality. The infection of flesh and metal, heading towards a new place to infest and control. The viral cells of the dark biomech sallizated with the prospect of new matter to absorb. The Dark Bio found his destiny, the planet of Zendus. With the finding of the the planet also came the findings of the military resistance. Resistance with an energy that could harm him.

" Protoculture..... " thought the dark one as he stayed in dime space

The ark one then took his right hand and ripped off a small chunck of his armor and molded it into a small ball, and pushed it into normal space and threw the small ball at a rather large Megan ship. The ball just traveled for a short time before landing softly on the outer hull of a ship.


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With things returning to normal for once in a long time John returned to the hangerbay and got out of " John ". His life up unitl this point had been nothing but a long road that lead to nowhere. But John knew his duty and returned to his room. John laid down on his bed with a loud thud sound. John slowly and quitly quoted the biomech corp motto:

I am the bringer of Armaggedon, chaos, and victory. It come to me when I want it, when I need it, and when I dont. My Biomech is loving, and vengful, he is calm and Anxious, We are the same. We are one. If he feels pain, I feel pain .We fight as one, we die as one. We are the gaudians of life and the harbingers of death, we are the biomech.

And with that John began to fall asleep. But as his luck would have it. The call for his presents. John got up and walked to the dime gate and went to the hanger bay. But as he got there he saw something that almost looked to big to be real. Out the hanger bay door he saw a giant turbo laser cannon barrel. John tepped back and asked a stationeer whos ship it was. The stationeer looked at him and said

" It ours sir!"

John could only imagine how lon it took to built the ship. But as john could see, it was not alone......

Joshua fumed. He was happy that the next battle had started. He had every intention of wasting every Hobbeebian he could, as quickly as he could. It was the only way to repay his debt. Then, suddenly, as if fate conspired against him, the Hobbeebians were wrenched from his grasp by their accursed dimensional technology. He entered his quarters, slinging his thinking cap clear across the room. The crystal vase he broke served only to anger him more. He decided to vent his frustrations in the station's gym.

He arrived to find no one there; which was exactly how it should be in a high alert situation. The higher-ups respected the amount of physical and emotional stress that the duties of command could cause, and as a result, senior officers such as Geronimo were privy to special treatment in these cases. Striding through the room, his eyes scanning all the while, he located a punching bag and began relieving his stress. Intense emotion overwhelmed him, carrying him away from reality, into another dimension, one encompassed by his mind, and only limited by such. His fists continued to pound away, and occasionally he’d follow up with a few kicks, providing a rhythmic background with which to organize his thoughts. He was so deeply entrenched in his conscious that he didn’t even notice someone approach him from behind.

“Sir? Sir, are you alright? Sir?” she said, sternly, as she laid her hand on his shoulder.

He whirled around, his psyche ripped from the confines of himself, a dumb rage confounding him, and swung at the person. She nimbly ducked and sweep-kicked his feet from under him with a strong, fluid motion. His head hit the slightly cushioned floor with a thud. He fixed his focus on the face before him, the rest of her slender body hovering over him, her long, purple hair nearly touching his face.

“Kitfox?” He asked.

“Please, sir, don’t call me that outside of the cockpit. Celine is fine.”

“Then don’t call me sir, either. Or Geronimo. Josh is fine.”

“Yes, sir. I mean, Josh. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It takes more than just a bump to stop me.” He groaned as he collected himself and got to his feet, assisted in part by Celine.

“No, I meant…are you alright, mentally?”

“What do you mean?” A wave of confusion manifested in Joshua. What was she talking about? How could she know what he was thinking?

“Well, you were screaming names while you were hitting the bag.”

“I was?” The confusion was slowly replaced by fear and embarrassment.

“What names?”

“You kept yelling, ‘Eddie, Santos, Terry,’ over and over again…”

Realization hammered Joshua. Eddie – Blitz; Santos – Caveman; Terry – Skimp; his wingmen lost to him on Falcaro. They were his brothers. They sacrificed themselves to protect him…he owed them an unforgivable debt. But he was yelling their names aloud? He could think of no excuse but to tell Celine what had happened.

“Those guys, they were…my wingmen…my squadron…on Falcaro, when…”

“The biomech?” She asked, her purple eyes growing larger.

“How do you know about that? It’s classi-”

“You forget, I’m a general’s daughter, what he knows, I know.”

“That’s a serious breach of protocol. Regardless of rank or closeness, family aren’t-”

“Oh, he doesn’t tell me anything directly.” She smiled. For the first time, Joshua was aware of the presence of a beautiful, young women. “I just sort of, find things out, you know?”

“You should be careful of just how much you ‘find things out.’”

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of my self.”

She was definitely a big girl, Joshua noticed, in more ways than one. His green eyes traced the scandalous curves that formed her attractive figure, working their way down from her chest, to her hips, and back up to her complexion. He found no flaws. And indeed, she had proved herself more than just a pretty face during the recon mission earlier, demonstrating both her ability to follow orders and her competency to carry them out with success. He smiled and offered to walk her back to her quarters.

John could only step back and gaze upon the newest clestial body to ever grace the heavens. John wondered how it got here. Dime tech was still very new andto his knowlege, could not move something that big.

" You there, Whos is on that ship now?" asked John as he ran to the stations commanding officer

The commanding officer was in a state of shock, He did not know that John had come to deck side.

" All hands, Guardian on deck. " screamed the officer as he knelt down.

" That alright, Tell me who is on that ship?" asked John as he looked in to the officers eyes. He could tell someone more inportant then him was there.

" By The Emperors, If you dont tell me who is on that ship, I will kill you myself." screamed John at the officer, as he pulled him off the ground

" Its the Emperors, My lord." said the officer with a still voice....

John let the officer go and truned towards the ship. John walked over to the egde of the hanger bays atmosphere shield and fell to his knees and knelt his head. John got up quickly and retruned to his biomech and made a swift move to board the ship. As John boarded the ship he was meet by the other Gaurdians....

" My brothers, I has been to long. How are our Emperors?" asked John with a hurried voice...

" We are fine John. And you will no longer need to command this fleet. We shall take command. " said Hobbeebius as he touched John on the shoulder....

With the touch came a sudden teleportation to the bridge, John could only gaze out of the veiw window and see the ship continue for some time.

" Master Helmsman take us the the Megan Empire, we have some busniess to finish!" shouted Hobbeebius

" Of course your Greatness" said the Helms as the ship began to move.

Zendus...

Ameeron regarded the world below him with a predatory eye, as the first drop pods and drop ships began to ferry troops and supplies down to the beleagured surface. First Captain of the Envenomed Fang, the II Legion. They had come in defence of Megas, to stand against the predations of the Biomech makers, the fools who stood for such tawdry righteousness, who believed so utterly in what was 'good'. It fell to them, to the sons of Chaos, to the Chosen of Lucian, to educate them as to the truer nature of existence.

The universe was rot and decay, it was a festering corpse, rank and heavy with the stench of death. It was their duty to bring such dire contagion to all corners of the galaxy, to every nation, to every world...Death. Nurgle's attentions had now come forth, to plague the Hobbeebians with blight and calamity. He smiled, running a hand through the hair of the festering heads that hung from his belt. Three faces, the flesh distorted and stretched across his shoulder, grinned and twitched, gibbering and whispering, tongues lolled from their mouths, unfathomably, inhumanly long, twisting and splitting into the fabric of the withered flesh of his arm, intertwined with the armor.

He chuckled throatily, a cough echoing as he spat phlegm to one side, flexing his body as he gazed down at the world. So ripe, so pure...And yet with his Marines and their instruments of war ready to land, to make war upon it, in its defence certainly, but bent towards a dire and unfathomable fate. The Sons of Nurgle had marched to war, and the black canvas awaited their contributions. They would slay each who opposed them in their turn...And they would become things of glory.

OOC: Is this still alive?

OOC: yes...

I will be making my final attack on his planet soon. But I will not be alone..

OOC: yes...

I will be making my final attack on his planet soon. But I will not be alone..

OOC: Then nor shall Megas :D

OOC: as always a pleasure to RP with you. Well a second force is coming into play. A dark counter part of the biomech... and it habors no ally. Someone you can get along with..lol

Gods right hand slowly made its way to the empty void as the Vitctoris fl;eet followed close behind. The fleet that would bring the Megan Empire to its knees. The Emperors stood on the bridge as it started to speed up. the ship was brand new and had no truly soild parts except for the hull. The inners was made of solid light.


John sat in a light chair that he commanded from the floor. The view of space was unusually clear as they made thier way to war. Hobbeebius the Emperor then gave the command to enter dime space. The Helms officer nodded and typed it out on his commands on his holo pad. John sat up nerveously and waited to see what would happen. The outside of the ship started to glow with a bright white with rainbow shimmers. And with a cracking boom the ship vanished. With in the dime void time would stand still and the battle would begin. the Gods right hand would unleash that which would clean the Megan off this mortal plane....