NationStates Jolt Archive

Battlegroups answered the call, the great bells of war toned out cries that would stir Sirens from their rocks. Their harsh sounds echoed across the endless plains of countless worlds, the worlds of the Imperium; harsh rocks where flesh is eaten and blood is drunk. Human flesh, Human blood; the very thing that makes the Imperium what it is.

A Fortress of limitless might, rose up from the burning desert, its walls of stone and metal; of mithril, admantium and other arcane and ancient substances, forged to be nigh unbreakable...This was the Imperial Palace; the vast complex of Temples, War Rooms and other services that catered directly to the will of the Daemon Emperor; who even now reclined upon his vast throne of Basalt and Bone.

"My Lord" A servant cowered before him. "Your summons goes out across the Imperium; your true servants march under your banner once more. Lord Lucius reports that the Plague fleets grow restless; your favored son announces his return and awaits your counsel. Gabriel and Cabot bring their fleets resurgent from the crucible of War, and announce that their Legions are ready; they await but your command. The Chronosian 5th is assembled, as are the Hydran 3rd Armored. The Imperium awaits your word, lord. I-" He paused, eyes raising to the tip of a great blade, seething with power, imbedded in the ground before him, as the Emperor slowly twirled it, idly.
Lifesbane...

"That is all; go now..." Marcus raised his eyes as the great doors at the end of the hall opened and forth came Remiel; his chosen Son; Primarch of the Angelus Ater; Lord of the Black Inquisition ,whose shadow had fallen upon worlds where countless traitors burned for disloyalty to the dark Gods.

"My Father." He went to one knee, feeling the great lightning claw carress his head.
"My Son; you return triumphant, I assume?"
"Indeed; I have given the sons of Masaki yet another reason to fear us at Teyr and Devon. I hear that the bastard Traitor amuses himself on the souls of Jedi on Coruscant."
"Let us speak not of Chronos here; let us speak of what I would have you do; the Dratherians are a weak and meddling race, exploiting technologies that by right they should not even own; I have plans for them, once they know the price of meddling with powers not their own; so, this is what we shall do..."

Err...yeah...right...is this the 40k Imperium?

OOC: The Chronosian Imperium started out as being WH40K style Imperium, but was corrupted by the forces of Chaos (Think what would have happened if Horus won the Heresy). Beneath the iron will of their Daemon Emperor; the Chronosians march forth, spreading the message of the Dark Gods, and eliminating all who would oppose them

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Dratherian Fleet Command
Admiral Archon sits in his office preparing for the inevitable conflict with the Chaos Imperium.

Commander Savage: "The Draconians have just said they will join us. They don't have much in the way of space vessels but their ground forces are extremely powerful. As well the fleets have begun mobilizing. And Black Sun will be finished in a short time."

Archon: "Thats good so that makes BLACKGRUE, Reken, The Draconian Monarchy, and Alpha Tauri. Get the UWA nations on the horn to see if they can help."

Tech: "Sir! Intelligence just reported that Chronosia has just mobilized their military. They will begin launch in a short amount of time."

Archon: "Alright get Jedi Master Xeth Cortas and President Mercer on the horn tell them it's time to address all allies and member of Dratheria."

A short time later a transmission issues out to all allies and members of Dratheria
President John Mercer and Jedi Master Xeth Cortas stand in front of a large viewport leading into space.

Mercer: "We the leaders of Dratheria stand before you now men in need. The Chaos Imperium is mobilizing to destroy Dratheria and we are not sure we can survive. This is why I beseech all warriors and militant groups to join us in this our time of need. We also beseech all of our allies to assist us in any way possible. Dratheria will not fall this day."

Xeth: "The true Jedi will assist in this endeavor. As we speak we are making the Emeperor more powerful than he used to be using our force enhancers."

End Transmission

With that the forces of Dratheria mobilized for defense

"Did you see this sire?"

Lady Funaho then brings up a holo-display of trouble brewing. Aleaic is in his Office with Tsunami and 'their' Tenchi, when he sees.

"Oh.. loverly..."

--


A short time later a transmission issues out to all allies and members of Dratheria
President John Mercer and Jedi Master Xeth Cortas stand in front of a large viewport leading into space.

Mercer: "We the leaders of Dratheria stand before you now a man in need. The Chaos Imperium is mobilizing to destroy Dratheria and we are not sure we can survive. This is why I beseech all warriors and militant groups to join us in this our time of need. We also beseech all of our allies to assist us in any way possible. Dratheria will not fall this day."

Xeth: "The true Jedi will assist in this endeavor. As we speak we are making the Emeperor more powerful than he used to be using our force enhancers."

End Transmission

--

...and with the transmission.. "Even better..."

Tenchi.. "What do you want to do?"

Aleaic looks at the three with him, thinks for a bit, then hits the comm button. "Strategic Command Center.."

Azusa comes back up.. ":: I presume this is about the bit Funaho dear mentioned. ::"

Aleaic eyes Funaho, whom smirks, then replies... "Aye..

..might want to prepare a contingency plan in case it gets ugly. And I mean the kind that spills over into other realms."

Azusa is silent for a moment, then replies. ":: What about The Dominion? ::"

"We have Talos Galaxy and those Clans looking for a fight."

":: Let's see if those connections work then. ::"

Aleaic thanks Azusa, then looks at Funaho.

"Keep an eye on this situation. And deploy a few ECM vessels to keep an eye on developments as well."

Funaho nods and heads to her Advisory Office. Aleaic then looks at the others. "I think it may be time."

"That's nice to know." Tsui quips back.

The Communications arrays of the Imperium turned out towards the universe as the Emperor stood amidst his Scrying stones; watching the buildup of military power across the vast expanse of the Imperium.

"People of the Galaxy; the Imperium has long been the purity of Chaos, in a galaxy rife with conflicting order; and now, we are called to war. Dratheria cannot be trusted with a soverignty of its own; not while its fledgling power grows, flowers into a threat" He chuckled slightly, concealing his own ambition, greed and rampant megalomania. "As such, the Imperium shall not rest till it is all but destroyed; and asks that others join us in this righteous crusade; the rewards of which shall be split amongst the victors" He smirked, stepping forward.
"There has never been a finer hour, in which to bring death to our enemies; for no art is as beautiful or diverse as that of death..."

Secret IC communication to Drathneria: Otagia is willing to offer you assistance in the form of QUETZAL implants for all your military personnel. For details on this technology, check the link in my sig, topic Implants/Cyborgs. We will also be willing to sell you (for market price) as many SCCAM torpedoes as you can afford. Please respond to our generous offer soon.

Secret IC transmission to Otagia

That would be very much appreciated and we will take u up on that offer.

End Transmission

OOC what are SCCAM missles

OOC: SCCAM stands for Severely Concentrated Catastrophic Accelerated Motion. It's a torpedo with a KK drive and an antimatter warhead.

Secret IC: Thank you. Cyber-surgeons will be sent immediately to implant the QUETZAL packages, which include Quantum comm chips, personal computers, and recording packages, as well as DNI interfaces w/ builtin override chip.

To: Chronosian Emperor of Imperium Mankind
From: Gaian Ascendancy Holy Council

To be blunt and brief, why exactly do you wish such a result upon Dratheria. Specific reasons would be required to see this invasion as anything else than a violation of integral sovereignty.

We expect from a sensible entity to respond to this request with an amicable response, one borne from a honorable mindset.

Don't ever rip the TAG off of your mattress.

~ Romandeos.

You should know that Dratherians are in our territorial borders and any move to attack them will be counted as an act of war. The Line is drawn across the sand here, Maka(OOC: r?)n. Cross it and you allow unrestricted warfare upon your people. Stay away from our territory and we shall not act. thus far.

Arkady Gregorovich, Presidenr Speaker of Xenonier.

IC Secret Transmission; Dratheria:

"Good-day. I am Emperor Shadaum IV of the Empire of Thrashia. My Intelligence Sector has informed me that you are currently under attack. I have presently seven fleets which are on standby. In return for open trade and an alliance I will send my fleets in support of your nation. I this will be a mutual agreement."

Emperor Shadaum IV
Empire of Thrashia

-End of Transmission-

People of Xenonier, the Imperium has no quarrel with you, save....certain clashes in diplomatic fervor. We do not wish to force our power upon you, but should it come to that, Chronosia and her allies shall act swiftly to defeat any support to the Dratherian government.

To those of the Gaian Ascendency, we of the Imperium have seen the military buildup in Dratheria as a distinct danger; it shows no hint of control over the powers it wishes to wield. The ability to decimate a world, let alone a system, is something best left to those who can see the grand plan of the Universe, and see what must be done...
The Gods of Chaos will us into action, and we will not ignore their summons; for what man can ignore the signs of his gods? See how the moon waxes pale; see the fluctuations in the warp! See Space itself in discord above our great Homeworld...
We ask that....reasonable beings, in their honorable mindset, hold their hand until our..most amicable demands are made publicly of Dratheria.

1st Crusader Fleet, Dooman Space

"My Lord, the Emperor summons you." said the comm officer of the World Cleanser Doomgiver to the ship's commander, Azaroth, Arbiter of Doom.

"Does he..." bellowed his dark voice, incinerating the very air around him, crackling with the energies of the warp, "You have the bridge... he said, rising from his throne of skulls. As he stood, the very ground beneath his clawed feet crackled from the heat, leaving scorch marks on the ground.

He exited the bridge, entering his chambers, the vast hall in which he dwelled. Decorating the hall were great statues made to look as if they held up the cieling, and severed human heads impaled on pikes, the looks of horror still upon them. He stepped upon a bright white platform that was apparently immune to his heat, and knelt. A hologram appeared before him. It was the Emperor.

"Azaroth, my child... your first test begins soon. Our great allies, the Chronosians, shall soon be locked in epic battle with the unclean. Assist them, and convert all who oppose." came the dark voice, shaking the foundations of the mighty vessel.

"I serve you, My Lord...." he replied as the hologram disapated. When he reentered the bridge, all of the information regarding their target had been forwarded. The Empire was going to war again...

A holographic image flickered into being before the great Emperor of Doom itself; the image of Remiel; Lord of the Black Inquisition; and declared Warmaster of all the Imperium's armies.
"Esteemed Ally; my father brings word that others seek to join the Dratherians against us; defying the very Gods. He asks that our combined might....Dominate these foreign powers, while we also destroy the unclean...It is his bidding that here, now, we implement a glorious strategy; and decimate our multiplying foes..."

Azaroth looked up.

"Indeed brother. These heretic souls shall make excellent converts." he replied with a wry smile.

The Rupilwill gladly add their military strength, as small as it might be, to that of the Imperium. It will be an eccelent first test of our military's strength. We pledge that we will folow throug with this until the end, and that nothing shall prevent us from carrying out our assigned tasks.

A Secret Meeting between the Jedi Council and the Dratherian Cabinet happens in the depths of Hive Alpha

Commander Brand: "I believe we should make the first strike. What we should do is load an armed Sun Crusher aboard an Ionic-class transport then fold to within a few hundred meters of their sun and destroy it."

Mercer: "However the problem is we have no idea how that will affect the surrounding space. Also we'd still have Neo-Mekanta and Doomingsland to deal with and they and what remains of the Imperium will come after us with a vengeance. That kind of action will be saved for a last ditch effort. And if it comes to that I will pilot the Sun Crusher myself."

Xeth: "I agree with President Mercer. besides we have certain.................... contingency plans in place for when they choose to attack. However our first paln is to try and solve this peacefully. Plus we have certain.........friends that may make an appearance. And remember we are not alone. Reken, Thrashia, and Alpha Tauri are sending their fleets to help us. As well Gaiain has dispatched multiple vessels to, as best as we can determine, monitor the situation in case they are needed. BLACKGRUE has also agreed to lend assistance as well."

Brand: "As well I guess. Our entire fleet has been mobilized also our colony ship has been loaded and has jumped trans-dimensionally and gone into hiding. The UWA has also been contacted recently and we are still awaiting a reply. Also due to previous encounters with their forces our shields are adapted to most of their weapons so we should be on even footing. Neo-Mekanta is a different scenario but we'll be able to adapt in a short enough time."

Xeth: "Yes as well the Jedi are preparing for war."

Mercer: "So we are prepared for war. As well as prepared for diplomacy. Then let us ready both our forces of diplomacy and war."

Secret Message to Thrashia

That would be appreciated we will accept your offer as weve been meaning to create an alliance with your great nation.

End Transmission

From: Mekantan Storm Darkship Mak'tsyatk
Personal Flagship of Fleet Overlord Gorya thok Otyaris
To: Dratheria, Defenders of Dratheria, Offensive Forces
Mekantan Translation Online

"Attention! I am Fleet Overlord Gorya thok Otyaris, the Mekantan Storm of Neo-Mekanta's chief of military operation...."

"By the will of the Goddess Minagoroshi and the orders of my master, Lord Seryx math Teralys, the nation of Dratheria shall be destroyed. Beware, Dratherian Sjyi'thaa*, we are comming for your ships, your planets, your people..."

(* Sjya'thaa = An insulting term. Basically a very obscene way of saying "Inferior One/s Who Must Suffer" in the Mekantan language. Notable is the lack of pluralization in Mekantan grammar.)

"Our rage reaches not to those who stand in our way. Neo-Mekantan wrath will not reach to your worlds, lest you provoke our Goddess. However..."

"I am amused to assess that the threat the nation of Xenonier has issued will no come to pass against Neo-Mekanta. As much as I despise the Extra-Solar Union of Systems, our nation's chief delegate holding the office of the Alliance Admissions Director certainly puts us in an interesting position..."

"We do not wish to cause any more damage than what is required for the insult of this pathetic nation, but we will not hesitate to act if required..."

Lord Gorya leaned back in his command throne, smirking. This would be an interesting campaign indeed...

OOC:Look, it's Neo-Mekanta. Weren't you the guy who welcomed me into FT?

BIC:

'Dratherian threats, Dratherian threats, Skarn's return, Dratherian threats..' went through the head of the Chief Minister of Yafor 2, Guillermo Vicente. He had gained the power in the year Yafor 2 had joined the world, 2004. Now, over a thousand years later, only nanotic bio-engineering kept him alive and well, and would for many more years, or so he hoped.

But now, with this situation, he pondered a problem that had never faced him in all his years. Sure, he had been alive during Skarn's first enterance to the world, but not with a Chronosia in existance and definatly not a situation where he wanted to ally with Chronosia. He knew that surrendering to Skarn changing nothing, for as terrible as Skarn was, he was very useless at politics. It was up to him.

Official Yaforite Response
We fully support Chronosia in this. If they require any aid, we shall give it to them.
~Unsigned~

People of Xenonier, the Imperium has no quarrel with you, save....certain clashes in diplomatic fervor. We do not wish to force our power upon you, but should it come to that, Chronosia and her allies shall act swiftly to defeat any support to the Dratherian government.


Very well, just don't come after their people in our territory and let anybody who doesn't oppose you escape their empire, etcetera. It would be a sahme to end our diplomatic correspondence because of this.

Excellent; with that concluded, the Imperium can complete its preperations.
Know this; all who aid the Dratherian cause shall earn the wrath of the Imperium; the fires that will soon engulf this heretic, shall spread, and cleanse others of the fear of Chaos. Yes, soon all shall see the glorious power of the Dark; and the Ruinous ones shall know victory!

OOC: Ok, everyone, the Imperium is getting ready to deploy its forces, so, if anyone else wishes to join, they'd best hurry up. Will post soon

Saerat received your message Dratheria. He wants you to know you have his sword in the upcoming battle! We march!

April
Head of Defence
Christac

Ald Rhun is willing to aid Chronosia, for the appropriate price. We will be in contact with you as to the price. In the mean time, these ships should prove sufficient as a gesture of good will.
*a fleet of Otagian and ARAS ships dropped out of FTL, into supporting positions around the Chronosian fleet*
OOC: Consider this a tag. I'm too tired to do a proper RP at the moment. In the mean-time, here's a list of the ships I'm willing to send in support. I've had a running contract at Otagia's storefront for a little TOO long...
PRA-BOUGHT SHIPS
150 Helen class Drone Carriers w/Full complement of Paris drone fighters
10,000 Stingship Fighters
10,000 Argos Planetary Landers w/ Full complement of ground troops, staying well away from the fighting
1000 Hector escort frigates
500 Achilles torpedo boats
Lots and lots of Monolith escape pods
MY SHIPS
5 ARAS Greatsword Battleships
10 Warhammer battlecruisers
50 Glaive escort frigates
10 flails cruisers
50 Cleaver destroyers
Full complement of Atlas supply haulers
And yes, my military can crew them.
Thread showing proof of purchase:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=1667
Now selling copies of the Illiad for discount prices!

The Dratherian forces prepared for the assault by Chronosia. The forces positioned themselves and fully armed their weapons and brought their shields to full power. The entire Dratherian Fleet had been pulled from all over the known spaces to defend the system of Tyr.

Aboard the USS Dratheria

Tech: "Admiral everything is in place all units report ready for combat."

Archon: "Good. Lets see if we can put all this tech to good use. Are the ground forces ready?"

Tech: "Yes Admiral."

Archon: "Then I guess we go to war."

ATTN USS DRATHERIA: Implantation of all military personnel with QUETZAL devices is complete. All that remains is military High Command, if they so wish. This includes all personnel of Captain or higher in the navy, and major or higher in the army. Please signify if you wish for your higher officers to be implanted with the device, and thus gain access to the FTL battlenet. We have enough trained staff to implant all your officers in less than 2 hours.

*Gaian StarFleet High Command*

No less different than any other Office within the Palace Tree, except this one was jammed with sensor readouts, tech-desiplays, fleet dispositions, and more that was the hallmark of the Gaian StarFleet CIC Center, which Lady Yurika held the seat over.

Already the Republic Border where the limit of the Power of Hikari extended was set at maximum. Any vessel passing it with an ill inent would be disabled immediately, and then be towed out peacefully outside the Republic borders.

..and as many times as needed to get the message across that getting into the Republic was nearly impossible while Aleaic and his family lived. They didn't need to kill anyone, when humiliation sent just as loud a message. Towing tended to do that.

With the Nova/Neo Zeta war now starting, and now 'this' mess, the Ascendancy needed all the protection it would get. Meanwhile, Yurika was now finializing orders to send a large fleet contingent into the surrounding Dratherian area of space.

The 16th WarShip Fleet, with the 23rd through 34th Droid Fleet Groups would follow, and be supported by the 34th Assault Fleet if needed. However no vessels were actually at the target area, since a mass Fold would plop the whole Fleet into any battle area at an instant.

They 'had' been using Fold Drives for a reason for all this time, it was a matter of time before tactics were honed with it.

Added that sixteen JumpShip Fleet Groups were pulled off commerce duty, taken over by the planetary StarGate Complexes for the short term.

Her orders were simple.

If Dratheria was attacked, the Gaian Fleet would hold and wait out the attackers within Gaian Space.

At the right time, a target would be chosen, and then pounced upon, flooding the enemy vessels with disabiling attacks to stop that focus of the attack cold. No killing was required, only make the vessels inert until the battle was over.

The catch was timing, and they had to make the timing 'damn' good. Or else...

..they'd be down a 'lot' of vessels themselves.

Lady Yurika was already having trouble sleeping with that mindset stuck in her craw.

Wordlessly, she gets up and heads to Strategic Command to confer with Lord Azusa on that very thing. She had no idea when that timing would actually be needed.

But she was ready for the worst nonetheless.

Yes Otagia that would be appreciated. Also we want all of ur ground forces on Jagrith we will supply them with superior armor and weapons. As well as Ancient Personal Defense Shields.

Secret IC: I'm sorry, but Otagian ground forces are previosly occupied enforcing a quarantine in ORS-1421. There is word of a possible escaped Xeno life form, and the military is on standby there. A detachment may be sent as required, although they shall supply their own, SUPERIOR armor and weaponry.

Communication ends.

Super-Secret IC:
QUETZAL UPLINK (OPERATOR: OTAGIA)
--BATTALION 666 AIRBORN "FLYING DEVILS" SELECTED. SPECIFY ACTION--
--STANDBY SELECTED. Y/N?--
--STANDBY CONFIRMED. SPECIFY DESTINATION--
--DRATHNERIA SELECTED. Y/N?--
--DRATHNERIA CONFIRMED--

Otagia we can send a small force equipped with the proper weapons and equipment to deal with them.

This is a private matter, and we require the Xenoform alived and unharmed. Also, this is really none of your concern. ORS-1421 will remain under quarantine by Otagian forces until the Xeno is recovered. A detachment will be sent as soon as possible. At the moment, the 666th Airborne "Flying Devils" have been earmarked for your battlezone.

*T-minus *unknown* to conflict*

"We shouldn't be so hasty with this." ..Yurika and Ifurita listened, as Tsutsumi and Azusa considered the actions to come. "..I wonder if the kid realizes what going to war 'really' means."

Azusa strokes his dark lavender pigmented beard. "He did survive the Absorption."

"He got lucky. What if we 'didn't' have that genetic technology. He'd still have no right arm to walk about with. I still think he's too reckless."

"..and idealistic." Ifurita comments.

"..so what do we do then? Blindly follow orders?"

Azusa eyes Yurika, and Azusa replies. "Never my dear. In fact that's one of the ideas 'I' imparted on his Potentate." Yurika giggles a little.

"So if we 'do' have to go through with this.." ..Yurika starts, but then is interrupted by the enterance of Lady Peroth suddenly. "Guys, hit open a holo-screen!"

Tsutsumi hits a LCARS button, and a vidscreen pops up, one from the GANN News Desk, in midrun on a speech being delivered literally on a whim from the same 'kid' they were talking about.

..as they listen.. "Maybe he's not so blind either.." Ifurita quips.

--


GANN Transmission..

..directed openly, but mainly at Chronosia.

"I feel your anger, at Dratheria. I can understand that you feel a punishment is required for a reason of your own choosing.

I understand you have the power to enact on your word, and can understant what that power can do.

Therefore I ask you to act on a 'greater' power. Restraint.

..does what your act intends, truly mean to bring a positive result to the situation you seek to remove? Or will it only bring further or 'worse' than you currently seek.

We have given our support of Dratherian soveringty. We cannot deny that by code of honor. But we have to hope for a better code, and that is peace. NO war will bring the result you seek. It 'never' does. Too many things may change that may endanger your mighty nation, more than you are prepared to deal with.

We would prefer to not see your nation go through any convultions due to any military action. We would prefer to avoid all conflict altogether. Not from fear of battle, but from fear of the uncontrolled consequences.

I implore on the side of wisdom in this matter, and 'can' entertain a price to avoid this event, of which there is no return.

We hope by this message, that war is averted. Nothing less.

Thank you, and may the Goddess help us all.

--

The group in Strategic Command just looked at the repeat of the message twice more.

-Core Fleet Flagship Mak'tsyatk
Lord Gorya chuckled as he sat down in his command throne, looking to the pale, white haired female with the piercing blue eyes to his left.

"So, Hive Master..." Gorya smirked, shaking his head. "Y'know, it's quite a misleading title... I don't know many Masters that have... those... Zircon or not, those are quite... nice..."

"Maintain your focus, Fleet Overlord." The Zircon Hive Master called Xaethriel spoke without moving the lips of its disguised body, the only movement in its body the steady rise and fall of the humanoid body's chest. Xaethriel was still one of the few Hive Masters who mastered the art of simulated breathing.

"Hmph." Gorya looked straight ahead to the holographic display of the battle, watching as the fleet took formation. Over a hundred and seventy Darkships from the Mekantan Storm and an ungodly number of Zircon ships, as always. "Fine then, your move, Hive Mistress."

"You know damn well my species is gender neutral in our true forms." Xaethriel growled. "... Ships dispatched."

Gorya just smirked as a handful of Zircon ships vanished, a fair mix of Battleships and Scoutships.


-Dratherian System "Tyr"

The thirty four Scoutships were the first to tear into the system where Mekantan scans suggested the Dratherians were, followed closely by twelve Battleships.

The flowing spines of the Zircon ships twisted as the task force moved at sublight speeds toward the nearest habitable world, paying no attention to signals that appeared to be ships...

Unbenknowest of any sides, two events occur.

First, the first Hikari TreeShips, four brand new vessels made from Hikrai Seeds, essentially white-wood clad vessels, bonded with beams of light fed from the Tree within, Spider Silk along much of the superstructure, and sculpted like the wood had the consistancy of soft marble, but cut like normal wood.

All of which made for truly unique vessels of shape and gleaming format. they looked like a cross between swans, and some type of bull-like animal.

They quietly entered the White Diamond System and docked quickly at the Emerald Shipyards. They would have a use later.

In fact one other 'creation' was soon to come as well.

But the second act was more ominous. Two Snow Eagle Clusters were unaccounted for.

It wasn't immediately reported, because it was expected this was normal Clan behavior before a batchtall commencement.

But where it would be done would suprise even Tourman High Command.

Near the Planet of Armoria the enemy scouts are ambushed by 10 Defiant-class and 20 Intrepid-class warships which begin firing they're phasers with salvos of Transpahsic and M.I.D.A.S. torpedoes pounding into the enemy vessels. The Dratherian forces continued to pound away at the enemy mercilessly.

Secret IC communciation to Dratheria.

Even with your combined forces you are fighting what sadly seems to be a losing battle here. I suggest you begin evacuation plans, lest the hammerblows fall on your citizens - Chronosia shows no mercy and expects none. Nevertheless, I do believe they will honour their promises to stay out of our territory, should you choose to evacuate there.

1st Crusader Fleet, Dooman Space

"Arbiter, we are recieving reports that our Mekantan allies have engaged the enemy." came the gruff voice of the crewman manning the communications array. Azaroth seemed not to notice, and was leaning back on his skull throne.

Suddenly, as if he were jolted by something, he seemed to wake up,

"Are they now?" he replied in a neutral tone, "Show me."

The bridge's view screen changed to a view of the Tyr system. Watching the battle unfold, a smirk came across the lips of the Arbiter of Doom. Licking the fangs which protruded upwards from his lower jaw, he spoke,

"Well well well. Look what we have here...." he muttered to himself, running his razor sharp claws along the throne, infesting it with foul diseases that only the Warp could conjure up. "Alright, order the fleet to set a course for the Tyr system. There many souls shall be liberated..." he muttered in a sinister tone, his voice crackling with the energies of the Warp.

"Yes, my lord..." replied the helmsmen, inputting the coordinates for the system. Suddenly, a massive subspace rift opened up in front of the grand Crusader Fleet and swallowed it.

Tyr System, Dratherian Space

The other side of the wormhole opened up, spewing forth over five hundred ships of various types, the Doomgiver in the lead.

"Order all vessels to commence fire on those ambushing ships..." said Azaroth, sitting up straight on his throne. With that order, the massive heavy ion cannon turrets of the Doomgiver traversed towards the Dratherian vessels.

"Fire."

The ship shook as the very fabric of space was ripped, with the thirty-two heavy ion cannons of the Doomgiver, each capable of punching a large hole in the hull of a Star Destroyer, let loose upon the visible Dratherian ships. Following the lead of the flagship, the rest of the fleet opened up, the cruisers and destroyers hanging back, taking carefull aim with their ion cannons, while the frigates and fighters closed with the enemy ships, preparing to unleash their boarding pods....

The Lictorian Government has recieved your telegram, Dratheria, and understands your situation. We understand your transports are on the way. We have roughly 30 million soldiers we can place under your command. Will that be suitable, or should we send more?

Long have mighty armies marched to war, since tiem immemorial, when the Chronosian Empire succumbed to the legions of the Undead, and came under the reign of great Vampire Lords for Generations, through days of renewed Empire, of feudalism, Industrialisation, and the Chronosian Communist State, ever did their great armies march, with tank and steel and determination.

But since the days of the Emperor, the coming of the Age of the Imperium, there have come forth greater armies and heroes than have ever been seen in the nations bloodstained history...

Now the black banners grace the hordes in battle, the warriors of Chronosia, who once sought to reunite all of humanity, are broken, despoiled...For they are of Chaos, and they shall know no fear, nor mercy; only the desire to satisfy their dark Masters.

-Dratherian Space, 'Tyr' System-

The very fabric of space rent and tore as 300 ships roared, screaming from the Immaterium, glimmering with residual energy, crackling about the great cathedral like spires of the ships. These were the vanguard of the Imperium, the first wave; for, about the edges of the Mekantan and Godular formations, crackles in the very fabric of space were beginning to appear. A further 200 vessels, spread about the allied formation tore into being, weapons crackling as the first wave surged forward, their weapons fire crackling into being; turbo lazer fire seething forth, upon waves of kinetic missles, and the ever present, ever shifting blasts of Warp Cannon fire.

OOC: Incase you need to know Chron, here is a link to my military statistics and ship capabilities as well as the number of ships in my fleet and type of ground forces (should it come to that). Link (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=411160)

IC Flagship Dauntless; Grand Admiral Mic'feerson:

Mic'feerson looked over his Tac/Log screen again, reviewing the readouts of his forces. Since Grand Admiral Alabar was busy in the Mais system the Emperor had sent him with the 6th, 7th, and 8th fleets. Nearly half of Thrashia's Fleet forces. Along with that several clone army groups.

Mic'feerson had then begun mobilizing 17 days ago on the fringes of Thrashian space. Then after recieving contact with Dratherian forces they had started off.

Mic'feerson sighed and looked up outside of his flagship. It was the pride of the fleet, only two Soveriegn-class super command ships existed in the Thrashian fleet. Mic'feerson's and Alabar's. Outside the front view port, spread out in tactical formation, was his fleet. His adjutant, Space-Marshal Janus, stepped up to his command chair and saluted.

"Sir, the entire fleet has moved out of hyperspace and we have now entered the Tyr System, Comm-scan has detected a gravity well 30 degrees to the port of our position, towards Chronosian Space. Our scouts report no sign of enemy forces, but we are on the furthest edge of the Tyr system, only three planets have been detected in the system so far."

Mic'feerson nodded. "Very well Janus. Have Beta Group from 8th Fleet do a patrol run on the fringes of the Tyr system, and bring the rest of the fleet into orbit near the closest two planets."

Janus saluted, turned in smart military style, and march stepped down the bridge to the communications section. Mic'feerson pressed a button on his chair's arm.

"Comm-scan, I want a direct beam transmission to Dratheria command." An dull sounding voice answered back.

"Transmission line open Admiral."

"Dratheria Command, this is Grand Admiral Mic'feerson, Thrashian Fleet Commander. We hve reached pre-arranged location and are awaiting further orders on where to proceed. End Transmission."

Mic'feerson leaned back once more into his chair and looked back out into space as he watched the fleet follow his previous orders. He saw the six Shadaum-class type one crusiers, Beta Group, break out from their previous formation and start for the fringes for their patrol mission.

" captian, what percent of the force has their gene seed fully converted?"asks Tusanco.
"25%, and manny more are nearing completion." states the captian.

" good deploy them into the fleet ships and prepare to send them out, contact the navigators and inform them we will be needing their expertise."

"yes sir, right away sir." the com-net buzzes with orders and agnoledgments of completion.

"captian prepare the honor guard, for we shall show these hertic b@$t@rds what it means to face the Dark Wolves!,for they shall learn what it means to be granted the special treatment of the Runious powers chosen!" stopping, Tuscano realizes everyone's eyes are on him. " I gave you an order!"he finishes leaving the coven room to dawn his ancient armor.

Little did the enemy realize that what they were attacking was automated vessels and suprisingly the only vessels in the system. But not far off hiding near the large gravitic distortions common to their system was the task force.

USS Dratheria

Tech: "Sir confirmed the enemy vessels have begun attacking the automated vessels. Shields have adapted."

Archon: "Alright move the task force out. As soon as we jump within range fire all weapons into the enemy."

Suddenly the Dratherian forces jumped in from both sides flanking the enemy forces what this fleet comprised of was 50 YT-2400s, 30 Macross-class assault carriers, and 50 Macross Cannons. The Dratherian forces, all weapons fully charged, fired into the enemy with their main weapons. The fire of the 320 Reflex cannons was followed up by the battery of Ion Cannons, M.I.D.A.S. torpedoes, Quantum torpedoes, and Transphasic Torpedoes as well as various forms of anti-matter weaponry, rail guns, and mass drivers. This was the plan of Dratheria the whole time and thanks to their specialized sensors their fire was on target while the enemy saw (through sensors) their forces in triplicate.

OOC All my allies I havent already given these special sensors to will recieve them in a very very short time however we are supplying sensor data to our allies as prearranged. Neo-Mekanta at this time is the only vessel that can see clearly he said he will arrange a sensor relay in time.

Flagship Dauntless:

Janus march up to Mic'feerson and saluted. "Admiral sir, Commscan has updated its sensory equipment to the newly recieved signal from Dratherian forces which we have found to be near the gravity distortions. Some 500 enemy ships have entered the Tyr system, about 20 lightyears away."

Mic'feerson nodded. "I want all six Scorpion carriers to move into attack position, have Groups Alpha through Omega go in after the wave of fighters for ship to ship combat. I want shields adapted to the Commscan redout and move all 20 Super Shadaums and the Dauntless to move in for support, as well as keeping all Preatorian cruisers in reserve. Move all 180 corvettes to protect the carriers. Now."

Janus saluted.


In Space:

The six carriers, moved into position a few parsects from the enemy ships, small amounts of incoming fire going off. The fighters came out in sqaudrons, all exited within 3 minutes from precise training. Then 23,400 fighters (from the carriers only) went into attack. Individual squadrons doing strafing runs accross all ships.

Several minutes after the fighters began the attack, 400 Shadaum-class type one crusiers, followed by 270 Shadaum-class type two crusiers, followed their laser batteries at full power and firing with precision. Each had its 150 or 250 fighters on standby.


Behind and "above" the Shadaums plane of attack the 20 Super Shaduams and the Dauntless opened up with their heavy laser batteries and had their fighter squadrons on standby.

OOC: Ok, just incase you didn't check out the link I had in my previous thread, below is the number of ships I have in the Tyr system. And if you want to check out the stats of each ship, then you gotta follow the link I put previously.

6th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Veers
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(90) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(200) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(2) Super Shadaum-class cruisers

7th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Dugan
(60) Praetorian-class cruiser
(100) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(80) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(60) Atlantis-Class Corvette

8th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Montresor
(100) Praetorian-class cruiser
(100) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(100) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(10) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(150) Atlantis-Class Corvette
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers

Commander of the Fleet Group: Grand Admiral Mic'feerson; Dautless, Soveriegn-class super command ship

OOC:And now, for the first time, Doomingslander, Chronosian, and Yaforite ships move out on the same side!!

BIC:

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Aboard the IYS Boarag IV
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Ship commander Leonard Wilkins was worried. He was heading towards the "Tyr" System, a Dratherian controlled system. But that wasn't what worried the solid soldier. What did was the fact that there were pictures, from Yaforite planatary satellites, that battle was already occuring in the system. He didn't want to get Yafor 2 involved in an inter-galactic war.

Two things he did have at his disposal were two of Yafor 2's strongest ships, the Boarags I and IV. Boarag I was the original, a marvel in Yaforite engineering, both a massive battleship and a carrier. The Boarag IV, his ship, was an even more modern copy, a Boarag with advances shielding and faster speed. With them, he was unbeatable.

Yaforite Ships In Area

Boarag Attack Fleet 1

Attack Force A:
LMV-243 Saracen X 300
LMV-244 Saracen X 400
Cruise Liner K Class X 350
Black Myrmadion X 150

Attack Force B:
LMV-243 Saracen X 300
LMV-244 Saracen X 400
Cruise Liner K Class X 350
Black Myrmadion X 150

Attack Force C:
Boarag I X 1
Loaded Freebooter Class X 250

Boarag Attack Fleet 2

Attack Force A:
LMV-243 Saracen X 300
LMV-244 Saracen X 400
Cruise Liner K Class X 350
Black Myrmadion X 150

Attack Force B:
LMV-243 Saracen X 300
LMV-244 Saracen X 400
Cruise Liner K Class X 350
Black Myrmadion X 150

Attack Force C:
Boarag IV X 1
Loaded Freebooter Class X 300

This mighty force prepared to enter the "Tyr" System and would soon enough...

"All allied vessels, open fire at the enemy; we will bring their fleets crashing down about their ears!" The Fleet Commander, Lord Mort, highly decorated and well experienced, the foremost fleet commander of Chronosia, stood on the bridge, watching as ships burst into flame under the sneaky enemy onslaught. "They fight like serpents and they will die like dogs! Open fire with Full Warp Cannons."

"Lord, Sensors are acting strangely...."
"Then recalibrate them, but open fire none the less, magnetic mines and seismic charges, onward!"

The missle silos filled and let loose with waves of kinetic mines; seekers; magnets, and the ever threatening seismic charges; they would find the enemy, and their detonation would bring them death. Mort chuckled as his great Warp Cannons let loose another volley.
He would serve his Emperor...

OOC: GA, was just wondering if you would like such implants also. I'll post an offer if you do...

Dratheria: ships statistics, please. And armaments. I'd like to know what I'm dealing with here.
Also, regarding the sensor bit: gravitic distortions do crap to my sensors. I rely on a full spectrum kit of gravitics, temporal monitors, psy scanners, radar, radiation monitors, telepathic probes, photon receptors, EM sensors, and assorted other vaguley quantum scanning devices. A simple gravitic distortion would do jack crap to that. And visual scanning works just fine in most situations anyway.
Next time, think of a better excuse than gravitic distortions.
Anyway: ship stats here:http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showforum=128 in the appropriate threads
and here: http://s9.invisionfree.com/Rhunholm/index.php?showforum=17


IC: As the Dratherian ships dropped out of FTL, the Rhun forces were waiting. The Achilles turned, firing salvo upon salvo of SCCAM torpedoes, as the Helens deployed their Paris drones, thousands of deadly bees pouring out of thier hives. Stingships darted toward the materializing enemy, pouring blasts of plasma towards the foe. The fighters formed up into a staggered wall formation, angling their KK drives towards the would-be ambushers. The projectile weapons of the foe literally tore themselves apart as they closed on the gravitic maelstrom of the plane of black holes, and the energy weapons diffused into less harmful beams. Some broke through the barricade, shattering a score of stingships, but more came from the rear to take their fallen comrades place. Through the wall of rippling darkness, small Paris drones darted forewards and back through the maelstrom, unleashing torrents of plasma towards the Dratherian fleet, as the KK driven SCCAMs rocketed at near-light speeds towards the heaviest of the enemy ships.

Ships Here (http://www.esusalliance.co.uk/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1718)

A small number of the deadly R-1 Assault Probes began to move toward Dratherian territory. At the same time, a battlegroup, centered around a fleet of C-2s and F-3s, moved to support allied units engaged in battle. They al entered FTL at the same time, divided so that the ships would arrive as needed. Within a few moments, simultaneous stikes against outlying Dratherian territories would stretch defenses, while the arrival of reinforcements would help garauntee victory in the battles already occuring.

Units commited so far:
72 R-1
14 C-2
32 F-3
120 F-2
180 G-3 gun platforms and tow units

"Assembled Allies, enemies of Dratheria; I address you all. By the will of the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, you are all declared as allies to the Imperium. You have come here with your combined might, and it is that might which shall prevail. I ask only your allegience, only your best; but for the interest of all here assembled, I ask you all to fight, to die, to give your all. Our enemy has brought many to fight for him, but none are so great as we who stand assembled, will you unite with us? Lest we fall divided, and see not another Dawn? Who will stand with the sons of Chaos and the children of Doom?"
-Lord Mort, Chronosian Fleet Commander

"Prince Helricht of Ald Rhun is proud to stand with the forces of Chronosia. Let the blood of our foes run through their streets, and their joy turn to ash in their mouths. Let them reap the purgatory fires of our plasma, and taste the oblivion of our antimatter. Let their earth quake as our legions walk it's grounds, and their sky go dark with the number of our forces. The Powers of Chaos are not my Gods, but I am honored to serve with their worthy servants. The Arbiter has declared thus."

<OOC:> Applying to join the ESUS, are we? Looks like we may soon become firmer allies, of a fashion.

OOC Here are many of my ships stats I will post links to more of my vessels as I use them. Modify the macross with my special shields and weapons

http://www.geocities.com/kyle_the_wraith/Dratherian_Ships.html
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=412665
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=412438
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=412271
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=411066
http://www.kent.net/robotech/ships/rdf/sdf-1.shtml

*sigh*
This is what we call breaking a thread. Please edit this and post LINKS to your stats like everyone else. This makes the RP incredibly annoying to browse through.
And, while you DID post an awful lot of ship stats, you still FAILED to post any of the stats for the ships you are currently fielding, which is what we asked for in the first place.
And on top of that, when I tried to look up your "Macross" ships, I discovered that there ARE no ships by that designation in the entire damn series. So, if you don't mind, please enlighten us on what the hell they're usually known as.
What I DO know is that a YT-2400 is a Star Wars FREIGHTER, basically a less pimped out version of the Millenium Falcon. So, unless you get some relevant stats, I'm going to assume that ALL of those ships are freighters.

IC Dauntless; 20 minutes after engagement started:

"Marshal Janus, I want a report now," Mic'feerson said as he watched the datascreen unfolding before him. Janus marched next to him, a data slate in hand.

"So far we have sustained losses of up to 73 fighters, and severe damage to two Shadaum-class type one cruisers. Our fighters have managed to evade most enemy fire from their larger cannons but the enemy is using a magnetic class of mine that our clone pilots are finding hard to avoid sir. Captain Dante from the Manchester on our starboard says that the Super Shadaums gunners are on target and firing with everything they have into the enemy capital ships sir."

Mic'feerson nodded. Just like back in Tactical Academy with Alabar, when the two would have holographic fleets to face off with.

"Very well marshal, order all attacking Shadaums to release their fighters to ingage the enemy. Have the 15 Shadow-class crusiers arrived yet?"

"Yes sir they did an hour ago."

"I want all 15 of them "above" our present position and firing their "Deaths Hand" Grand Cannons into that mass of ships."

"Yes sir." Janus saluted and marched back to the communications station.


IC In Space:

Upon recieving orders for them to attack the fighters in the 500+ Shadaum cruisers, numbering at 120,750 fighters, launched. The clone pilots quickly moved into their flight patterns and attack groups and moved in to engage the enemy.

The 15 Shadow-class crusiers moved in "above" the Dauntless, each with their six "Deaths Hand" Grand Laser Cannons coming to bare down on the Chronosian fleet.

The Shadaums manuvered in their attack groups,four crusiers in each, concentrating their combined power on each ship the groups captain chose, their concentrated firing a magestic symphony of laser blasts.

The 20 Super Shadaum-class cruisers continued a non stop barrage of Laser Cannon blasts, along with that of the 16 kilometer long Dauntless.


OOC: Hey Chonosia...could you post your casualties plz. Cuz right now I'm engaging your forces and I outnumber you 2 to 1. Since according to what you said earlier you had some 300+ ships, not counting your allys which right now are being engaged by Dratherian forces elsewhere. And you can't ignore some 150,000 fighters, those being made of three different fighter classes.

Nice idea on the mines though, useful little buggers.

OOC: Well, it was initially 300, plus an additional 200; plus, I have more on the way ;)

IC:

COuntless ships burst into flame under the impact of the Thrashian fleet; the 200 ships that accompanied Neo-Mekanta and Doomingasland swerved, roaring in anger as they saw almost a fifth of their first wave decimated. But this was not death...Not yet.

Hordes of fighters reeled and dove from massive battleships, even as the small craft were cut down; their minds melded with their machines, their flesh entombed within; fuelling them with malice and hate as they began their offensive;
still the mighty Warp Cannons thundered, now at the Thrashians; with a steady hail of missles, mines, charges and lazer fire fuelling the conflict in the void.
Though 25 of the light cruisers had fallen, the rest were holding their ground...
And a beautiful war promised to develop

"Assembled Allies, enemies of Dratheria; I address you all. By the will of the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, you are all declared as allies to the Imperium. You have come here with your combined might, and it is that might which shall prevail. I ask only your allegience, only your best; but for the interest of all here assembled, I ask you all to fight, to die, to give your all. Our enemy has brought many to fight for him, but none are so great as we who stand assembled, will you unite with us? Lest we fall divided, and see not another Dawn? Who will stand with the sons of Chaos and the children of Doom?"
-Lord Mort, Chronosian Fleet Commander


***Transmission***

This is Lord Knight T'zan of the Knight Fleet. We stand with Chronosia. Let blood be spilt, change be wrought, plague be brought, and pain be sought. For Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh! And ALAN!!!

***END TRANSMISSION***

The Lord Knight stood on the bridge of his Dragonfire class battleship, Hellfire, and ordered all fighters to be prepped and readied.

Assemble the men

OOC: I play a highly advanced nation, but my ships are few in number. Powerful, but few.

"Welcome glorious ally! You speak well of the Gods! And you shall bring all that you seek to your enemies; for the Dark Gods brother! For the Dark Gods!" Mort bellowed over the comms unit, responding to the True Way's Intervention.
"Now it begins, oh now it begins in full." Mort chuckled even as the ship shook, from an impact or from some othern dieing ship.
"Transmit all data back to the Imperium; tell them that my next 500 ships should ambush the Thrashians; a flanking movement and one which blocks their escape..."

OOC: Lolz, this went to an interesting oppurtunity. Xenonier and Alan are at war, so we'll have to see if Dratheria takes that offer to withdraw to our territory. Interesting events could then unfold.

OOC: Indeed :D ;) I am being greedy now...

OOC: Indeed :D ;) I am being greedy now...

OOC: You are probably going to finish your ESUS app before me to boot. I r teh lazE, overworked, busy playing DoW online and obsessed with making every rp scenario 4000 words plus - You'll no doubt see it up on Esus forums, although I don't think Cf has realised I'm still finishing my first scenario yet. Anyway, if you want to conviently order some Alani vessells to wander into another galaxy chasing after Dratherian vessells just waiting for me to blow them up ....

OOC: I have a question though...if we are at war, then does that mean m allies can send help as well? Cuz quite a few of my alliances make it a thing where they have to send aid should I be at war.

OOC: If you wish; however, I fail to see how your allies will support you in defending a nation where you foolishly threw yourself into the crucible of an action that did not concern you to begin with ;)

Off-sides, a small green rift tore open in space and out poured a barrage of plasma torpeados (similar torpeados were quite feared in the collective's home dimention as they could engulf targets in near-inferno heat), their guidance systems kicked in as they rocketed towards the Chronosian ships. As the rift closed, the 5 defenders and their escorts moved at conventional warp and fired a number of FTL-enabled probes in multiple directions to avoid being tracked.

Moments later, a second rift tore open. This one was 30 kilometers in diameter in staunch comparison to the 20 meters of the previous one. No less then 20 cubes, 3 fusion cubes, the old flagship (a tactical fusion cube), a demonstar, and large amoounts of smaller craft appeared through it.

THe ships opened hailing frequencies to the Chronosian ships, and through it 10 million voices stated in unison: "We are the Borg. You have violated the soveregenty of our protectorates and allies for the last time. We will add your bilological and technological distictiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this time forward you will service us."

*SECRET IC FORESHADOWING FOR AN RP THAT WON'T TAKE PLACE FOR A VERY LONG TIME*

An intellegence lurking in a long-forgotten protocol of the collective laughed silently to itself. It had been a long time since she had heard that speach... and it won't be the last time this universe would hear it either.

OOC: (BTW. I'm referring to Dratheria FYI)

OOC: Lolz, this went to an interesting oppurtunity. Xenonier and Alan are at war, so we'll have to see if Dratheria takes that offer to withdraw to our territory. Interesting events could then unfold.

OOC: Oh you're here huh? phbt! I'll kill ya!

OOC: Lolz, this went to an interesting oppurtunity. Xenonier and Alan are at war, so we'll have to see if Dratheria takes that offer to withdraw to our territory. Interesting events could then unfold.
OOC: Hey, he's MY protectorate. :p

OOC: Damn it. I hate it when I'm away for a period of time(I was on a band trip to florida, we won :)) and then something exciting happens with the imperium and I miss out. Is it too late to send in a few droids and clones? (as you know chronosia, most of my army is a little bit preoccupied right now...)

I would like to help out here.

OOC: Go right ahead

A fleet of droid starships dropped from hyperspace in chronosian terretory. They then moved their giant vessiles to the nearest chronosian starship and sent out a visual message:


http://www.edge-online.co.uk/archives/terminator-thumb.jpg

To the Chronosian Empire, we are sent on behalf of our masters wishes. They hope that our small fleet of 300 ships will help suffice you with your struggle.
As your leader is no doubt aware, we are in the midst of our own chrisis and have limited amounts of assistance we can offer. We are for your controle till you find us obsolete. End of Transmission

"Huntaerian vessels; prepare for transmission of Tyr system coordinates; go and cleanse in the name of the Dark Gods and the Imperium...."

When the enemy unleashed their assaults on the Dratherian forces took heavy damage losing 7 Macross Cannons, 2 Macross-class assault carriers, and 13 YT-2400s. But then squadrons of fighters expelled from the Macross vessels. There were easily 20,000+ heavily armed fighters swarming the enemy vessels.

USS Dratheria positioned near the fleet base in a nearby system

Tech: "Sir just reported we've lost 7 Macross Cannons, 2 Macross Carriers, and 13 YT-2400s."

Archon: "Damn. Well that was expected. Alright I want Babylon 7 and 8 deployed as well as The Orion and ExGal 1. Also deploy Black Sun along with Black Sun Fleet."

Tech: "Orders sent out Admiral. Vessels are now launching."

Tyr System

The new battlegroup emerged from a fold jump behind the enemy fleet with shields and weapons fully powered. This battlegroup contained 6 Midway-class Supercarriers, 10 Hades-class Quick Strike Cruisers, 8 Shieldships, 4 Orion-class battlestations, and Dratheria's crowning achievement Black Sun. The battlegroup took up formation and immediatley let all weapons fire into the enemy fleet. 1000 TIE Droids were launched as were 5,00 Mjolnir Drones. Hades Cruisers quickly launched 150 Dragons and 150 Avengers. And then Black Sun launched 400 Dragons and 400 Avengers. Strangley however the Shieldships activated their barrier system around Black Sun and the center of the station began to glow an ominous and foreboding glow. Meanwhile the Dratherian fleet continued to hammer away at the enemy. Many of the vessels were sustaining damage to their shields but they found a way to lessen the impact of the shots but still recieved damage.

OOC The shieldships use Heavy Dratherian Barrier Generators which is a cross between Ancient Shielding and the Barrier System that is used on Macross. But the Heavy form is double strength.

"Assembled Allies, enemies of Dratheria; I address you all. By the will of the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, you are all declared as allies to the Imperium. You have come here with your combined might, and it is that might which shall prevail. I ask only your allegience, only your best; but for the interest of all here assembled, I ask you all to fight, to die, to give your all. Our enemy has brought many to fight for him, but none are so great as we who stand assembled, will you unite with us? Lest we fall divided, and see not another Dawn? Who will stand with the sons of Chaos and the children of Doom?"
-Lord Mort, Chronosian Fleet Commander

Wait a minute...you are calling US allies? What the hell?

~Signed by Leonard Wilkins~

With that, the Yaforite ships entered the system, guns ablaze.

OOC:As you can see, I have very little time at the moment.

OOC: Hey, he's MY protectorate. :p

OOC: He's doing excavation work in my Atlantis. :)

As Rupil ships began to appear at the outskirts of the battle, thousands of boarding units began to prepare for a first strike against the Dratherian ships and their allies. The first step, as usual was to probe the enem'y defenses, examining every sub-atomic particle in the area and deciding on the best course of action. Every time a weakness was found, it was bookmarked for later exploitation. Within a few seconds, a small number of cruisers and destroyers were moving -forward, energy cannons ablaze as they took their opening shots agaisnt the enemy vessels. But soon the enourmous drive arms were twisting again, slowing and turning the gigantic vessels away from their initial targets as they swept around to turn the enemy's flank and pound their carriers.

The second assault wave used one of the dirtiest tricks in the book: the FTL mini-jump. Not having sensed any inhibitors, like those being employed by the Rupil assault force, a force of 10 F-2 and 2 R-1 reactivated their FTL drives, their godly drivers making calculations in several seconds that some of the most powerful supercomputers in the universe would take several minutes to complete. Before the first strike group even began to turn away from the initial attack run, the second group was making their presence known amongst the newly arrived Dratherian reinforcements.

Finally, the boarding units waited onboard various ships, of all classes. Even the smallest Rupil vessel could potentially contain a swarm of attackers to crush enemies. Also, a small number of more powerful spirits embodied themselves as small beasts (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/Al-Imvadjah/Other/animal.jpg) of various sorts. Their job was to lead enemy fighters on a merry chase away from the main battle group, which had still not engaged and was waiting to see the enemy's response.

The Dratherian vessels quickly noticed the enemy Rupil ships while they did appear to have some power to them the barrier around Black Sun ignored any fire as if it was merely mosquitos biting a metal dragon. The other Dratherian vessels noticed and decided rather than devote any fighters or vessels to this enemies fighters they would merely launch 100's of Ancient Drone Weapons to attack the enemy fighter units. However after calling for assistance another 30 Hades-class Quick Strike Carriers and 3 Draconic-class Supercarriers which in all deployed 1,550 Dragons (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4dragon.jpg) and 1,550 Avengers (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4avenger.jpg) to deal with the incoming enemy forces. Then suddenly all fighters and vessels pulled back for some unknown reason. Then it was seen Black Sun dropped barrier and fired its main weapon. This weapon was designed more for fleetbusting than planetbusting so its widened beam was as effective as a Behemoth-classes main weapon focused but it still had the same force of its predecessor. The weapon fired and when done the damage was awaited to be seen. The barrier quickly raised again to defend the station.

((OC- Man, I fell like a hitchhiker left behind in the dust. ))
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The Gaian Fleet was still in their own space, sending the ocassional ECM probe through Fold Jump into the battle zone to keep appraised of the tactical situation.

StarFleet High Command agreed that too many of the fleets were like hyenas joining the pack leader with picking on the weaker foe. So much of nature still rung true of supposedly more 'advanced' civilizations.

The Chronosian led attack was bearing the most weight upon Dratheria, and the battle was still young.

"Your orders milady." ..Admiral Kimiel asked Lady Yurika.

"Keep an eye. There's still the Antaries matter we're dealing with. But the aleady assigned forces will not be redirected unless I order it."

Kimel nods, but then Yurika says.. "We wait till they extend themselves just a bit too far, and then strike as we warned we would do.

I don't care about numbers, they can still be beaten back."

Kimiel though doesn't share the will of his superior. But he still knows orders.

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The Gaian Fleet waits for the right moment, the ECM Probes doing their job well.

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((OC2- Two things. A list of who is on who's side..

..and does anyone need the page link to my CAG Tourman and Fleet page?))

OOC: He's doing excavation work in my Atlantis. :)
But I gave him transwarp... and ablative hull armor... and a number of other things.

The tractor based weaponry (steller-flamethrowers, cutting beams, and heavy graviton waves) cut through with their usual precision, the stabilization beams added to them to increase their range also ensured that the droid ships would remain at bay. A number of dominators took flanking positions aiming for the Chronesian capital ships charging their cargo transportes in preperation for an ablative implosion attack.

Meanwhile the collective pondered the appearence of these droids and began hatching a little scheme to stop them in their tracks.

The dead were everywhere, rent from their ships; ships torn apart by the fury of this insidious enemy, they had brought so much, but the Imperium was not so easily defeated; oh no; though at least a hundred of their ships had fallen, they would not call this defeat nor surrender, it was merely...Inconvenient.
Lord Mort stepped forward, watching the great battle unfold from his flagship, noting the BLACKGRUE forces targetting the capital ships.
"On my Mark, all Despoiler Class Battlecruisers shall focus fire on the Blackgrue vessels, I expect nothing short of total decimation; I also suggest the seeding of the battlefield with more Mines, more charges; and utilise any EMP weapons we have remaining.
"Indeed, Lord."

He turned from the battle, only to come face to face with a holographic projection, whose eyes scanned the battle.
"Warmaster..." Mort, bowed quickly, watching with apprehension as the image of Remiel stared across the void of space, his anger peaking.
"It would appear, that you are being ambushed..."
"My Lord, the heretic fools seek to target our vessels, as though seemingly forgetting the others."
Remiel sighed, how had it come to this, that his fathers greatest fleet commander was such a fool?
It seemed as though control of the ship was taken from Mort, systems kicked into override as Remiel gained control...
"This is Warmaster Remiel of the Chronosian Imperium; each and every nation who fights here at the side of the Imperium; hear me! We shall strike as one, lest we die as the many" His oratory was admirable as he spoke "We shall shatter them, destroy each and every vessel; Rain hell itself upon these heretics!" The attack Mort had ordered went off; the roar of battlecannon, lancer, Warp Cannons, turbo lazer, ion cannon, every weapon of every ship turning in arcing flanking fire against the enemy.
"Let us bring them death, and gain our own glory...May the Dark Gods go with you...And rest assured, more shall come to aid you."

The dead were everywhere, rent from their ships; ships torn apart by the fury of this insidious enemy, they had brought so much, but the Imperium was not so easily defeated; oh no; though at least a hundred of their ships had fallen, they would not call this defeat nor surrender, it was merely...Inconvenient.
Lord Mort stepped forward, watching the great battle unfold from his flagship, noting the BLACKGRUE forces targetting the capital ships.
"On my Mark, all Despoiler Class Battlecruisers shall focus fire on the Blackgrue vessels, I expect nothing short of total decimation; I also suggest the seeding of the battlefield with more Mines, more charges; and utilise any EMP weapons we have remaining.
"Indeed, Lord."

He turned from the battle, only to come face to face with a holographic projection, whose eyes scanned the battle.
"Warmaster..." Mort, bowed quickly, watching with apprehension as the image of Remiel stared across the void of space, his anger peaking.
"It would appear, that you are being ambushed..."
"My Lord, the heretic fools seek to target our vessels, as though seemingly forgetting the others."
Remiel sighed, how had it come to this, that his fathers greatest fleet commander was such a fool?
It seemed as though control of the ship was taken from Mort, systems kicked into override as Remiel gained control...
"This is Warmaster Remiel of the Chronosian Imperium; each and every nation who fights here at the side of the Imperium; hear me! We shall strike as one, lest we die as the many" His oratory was admirable as he spoke "We shall shatter them, destroy each and every vessel; Rain hell itself upon these heretics!" The attack Mort had ordered went off; the roar of battlecannon, lancer, Warp Cannons, turbo lazer, ion cannon, every weapon of every ship turning in arcing flanking fire against the enemy.
"Let us bring them death, and gain our own glory...May the Dark Gods go with you...And rest assured, more shall come to aid you."


"Indeed, more shall come. Activate all weapons. The timeunit we drop out of atom-space open up on all and any Blackgrue ships. Lord Knight T'zan ordered immedietly.

The Alanian fleet dropped out of atom-space, and immedietly blast cannons, ion bursts, and torpedos spead towards the Blackgrue ships.

Preparet the Boarding units.

OOC: Sorry Blackgrue!!

My ships are few in number but pretty powerful, same with the soldiers and units on the ship.

"Charge the main weapon!" yelled Azaroth to his weapons operator.

"Weapon is charged!"

"Good, fire for effect along with the Chronosian vessels. Order all of our vessels to concentrate fire with our allies."

"Aye, sir, fireing."

Suddenly, a massive ball of energy began to form in front of the Doomgiver, growing to one forth the size of the ship. It then began to disapate into a concentrated beam, heading straight towards the Dratherian Fleet. Upon hitting the center of the fleet, the beam expanded, tearing a hole in subspace, causing anything caught within its massive area of effect to be torn apart in between sub and normal space.

As that happened, the other five hundred vessels opened up with ion cannons and turbo lasers.

"Huntaerian vessels; prepare for transmission of Tyr system coordinates; go and cleanse in the name of the Dark Gods and the Imperium...."

"In the name of the Imperium, we shall go to the Tyr system and destroy all in our path."

The 300 driod starships then jumped back to hyperspace, and landed in the middle of a battle. They couldn't tell whether their masters were winning or loosing, but the end will soon be known. They launched over 300 Tie Droids at their enemie's fleet. As for the other 300 ships; 20 carin class tombships
100 shroud class light cruisers, 80 Scythe class harvest ships, and 200 jackal class raiders started to hover in. Their lightning arcs were fully charged as well as their other weaponery. Soon, they sent out several launch boats to random capital vessiles with 200 terminatiors (OOC: the droids, not space marines) prepaired for boarding action. They had their gauss weapons loaded,
ready to burn the meat off of their nemesis.

The huntarian fleet was late as usual, but was there to help so that the tide will be towards them and not their enemy.

IC Dauntless:

"Sir we've lost another Shadaum-class 2 crusier. "

"Very well. You may withdraw the Shadaums, have them halt their attack. Have the Scorpions fighters to cover the withdraw. Then order the corvettes to attack to cover the returning fighters from the Scorpions."

"W..With-...Withdraw?"

"Yes Star Marshal Janus, withdraw. There is no shame in withdrawing unless you have a reason for defeat. Our allies in this venture have a plan, and I will not endanger this fleet. Now order it Marshal," said Mic'feerson as he leaned back in his command chair.



IC Space:

The Shadaum's fighters returned to their respective ships, and the crusiers stopped their attack. The Scorpion Carriers fighters increased their attack, then after the Shadaums broke away, they returned to their carriers. Passing the returning fighter came the 150 small corvettes, their lasers blasting.



Dauntless:

"Very good Marshal, move the fleet to the next system over. Have the corvettes stay back to cover the jump to lightspeed, then have them break off and jump as well."

"Yes Admiral."



Space:

After firing several more volleys the Super Shadaums jumped into lightspeed with the Shadow-class cruisers. The Dauntless jumped with the rest of the returning Shadaum cruisers. Minutes later the Scorpion cruisers jumped.

The corvettes continued to engage the enemy, they broke off as they could. Some went down due to enemy fire.

Several minutes later, the last of the Thrashian Fleet dispeared into hyperspace.

The torpeados took out the dominators with relitivce ease but slowly began to do less and less damage as the borg adapted to them by the 50th torp it took nearly 10 of them to take out a dominator, of course by this time there was not enough of them to begin the ablative implosion effect and they were forced to become raiders.

(OOC: as for boarding parties... you're thinking of bording ships no less then 1 km long (on my smallest ones) filled with people with guns built into their arms and shields and armor built into their skin? good plan.)

The enemy ships continued pounding away at the Dratherian forces. 8 Hades-class Cruisers, 20 YT-2400s, and 60 fighters were destroyed. The Dratherian vessels began to adapt to the turbolasers and Ion Cannons. Then suddenly a group of ships folded into the system.

USS Macross

Tech: "Ma'am multiple incursions detected. Ships are folding to the front of the battle."

Captain Klein: "Is it Gaian!?"

Tech: "No such luck. But it is the 3rd fleet."

Klein: "Alright now we have some firepower."

This was true for the Pioneer-class Assault Carriers were the cap ships of Dratheria and was usually followed by 20 YT-2400s, 10 Hades-class Quick Strike Cruisers, and 2 Draconic-class Supercarriers. It was also one of the most heavily armed vessels in the fleet along with the USS Dratheria and the USS Battle Dragon. Behind it the other vessels opened their launch bays and out swarmed their whole complement of fighters. However when the Pioneer opened their launch bays the new Vampire and Wasp fighters deployed from within its bays and began to attack the enemy weapons ships.

Suddenly a message broadcast from the Pioneer to all vessels.

A Harconan appeared on the screen he was 7'1 with a blood red armored hide and eyes so black that they hid the light of his soul. This was one of the most threatening warriors one could ever see.

I am Commander Kane Savage of the 3rd Fleet. At this time you are seeing our brand new fighters that are designed to be fleet attackers. These ships are the Wasp-class (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wasp.jpg), Black Wasp-class (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wasp.jpg), Vampire-class (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/vampire.jpg), and Black Vampire-class (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/vampire.jpg) fighters that are designed to attack large enemy vessels they were however originally just redisgned Avenger-class and Dragon-class fighters but they were nicknamed Wasp and Vampire primarily because of their new paint schemes and hence unofficially named Avenger Mk II and Dragon Mk II but are now officially known as Wasp and Vampire fighters. Good bye and have a good day.

End Transmission

With that the fleet deployed to battle formation charging weapons and shields to full power with all fighters from the Pioneer returning to their bays. However most notable was the Pioneer powering up it's twin Heavy Reflex Cannons. Using it's pin-point barrier system to dfelct almost all shots and any that made contact were hitting its heavy ablative armor which began to take heavy damage.

Due to a damaged comm antennae the enemy could here this following transmission

Commander Savage we can't continue this fight we are retreating to the Nephele Fleet Rendezvous Point near the outermost star in the system. Using Retreat Route 321. There Rogue Fleet is finishing Shadow Star and preparing to move the Sun Crushers to a new location. We must meet there to proceed to the next fleet base for repairs.

End Transmission

Then after all ships fired their charged shots all fighters returned to their bays and the whole fleet folded out of the system. And when the enemies checked where they folded to the sensors registered the whole Dratherian and Thrashian fleet this was where they were amassing for an all out assault.

In Dratheria Central Command Base in the secured War Room

Commander Brand, President John Mercer, and Master Xeth Cortas with Admiral Archon on holo sat in the War Room talking of the war.

Archon: "I have just dispatched the 3rd fleet to defend Tyr. That means the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th fleet are there. Also Black Sun Fleet is there. Since the 4th and 5th fleets are mainly Macross so that isnt a lot of strictly combat vessels but rather fleetbusters. As well we sent Babylon 6 and 7, the Orion, and ExGal 1."

Comander Brand: "As you can see we are launching a strong counteroffensive to push the enemy back. But there are bound to be more vessels and fleets coming in. As well Gaian still hasn't sent any forces to assist us in this matter. Also we have sustained some losses but analysts estimate there will be far more by the time this is finished. We have continued to repair the defense systems and 4 more Orbital Weapons Platforms have been put into orbit around Jagrith."

Xeth: "Yes and the Jedi combat fleet is ready and is docked at the Nephele fleet base. The Jedi have assembled and are ready for war. Also Master Savage has informed me that the Vampires worked tremedously. Although that little maneuver cost the fleet most of its Flashpaks."

Commander Brand: "That may be so Master Cortas but it was necessary. lso we have many other weapons to use against them. As we speak our 3 Phoenix-class Dreadnoughts are being pulled out of retirement. As well the Behemoth-class has been heavily modified and now has shielding and heavy ablative armor. And the Atoniek Special Forces Units are ready but they will not activate their armbands till they have to. And the Draconian vessels have amassed at Nephele Fleet Base. Also Alpha Tauri has announced the movement of their ships that will dock at Nanking Fleet Base."

Mercer: "Well this is good. Very good. We might just hold them back. But I am leaving Master Cortas in command I have a mission and fleet to attend to."

With that President John Mercer left the War Room to meet Rogue Fleet where he would once again become General John Mercer the Destroyer.

Elsewhere in the Galaxy a dark force looms ever closer to the Tyr system.

The Alpha Tauri 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th fleets folded into the Nephele System to the Fleet Rendezvous Point then a transmission was sent out to the Dratherian Government.

Begin Transmission

Dratheria take these forces as our way of honoring our alliance. Use them as you will. May the Force be with you.

End Transmission


OOC I have a lot of work to do so Dratheria will be controlling the fleets just sent in.

I am Commander Kane Savage of the 3rd Fleet. At this time you are most likely wondering where those ships came from and also how they got through your shielding. And you probably want to know what those little round discs on your hull are. Well lets start with where those fighters came from. They came from my vessel cloaked they are Dragon Mk. II fighters nicknamed Vampires. See but how they got through your shields is different matter. You recently encountered our Transphasic Torpedoes but whereas they could only pierce your shields tese little fighters can even pass through your vessels. They are outfitted with Transphasic Cloak but because of the need for so much power to sustain the cloaks for even such a short time they have no weapons save for the deployment systems for those discs. The discs they deployed were Flashpaks. Each one normally can destroy a rather large ships but we won't underestimate you this time. We've attached three to each of your vessel's hulls and hopefully they will work the same way as normal. So I wish you the best of luck in surviving but chances are you won't. Good bye and have a nice day.
Ahem. This is what is known as ignore-wank, as in "I ignore all your shields and armor." Not to mention the fact that if you materialized inside the shields, you would be DEAD, as you would also be inside the hull of my ship, as most of us (I think) use what is known as a skin-hugging shield. Not to mention the great utility of automated point defense weaponry. I suggest your rethink this. Also, please post a summary of the entirety of your military size and it's components, so we can dispense with the annoying insertion of random technologies. The rest of us have been kind enough to do that, so please do the same. Any deviation from that list will be ignored.
Now, as for that post: [IGNORED].
EDIT: Not to mention number wank, as I somehow doubt you have enough ships (not to mention they're all launched from one carrier) to plant mines on close to a million enemy ships.

..and does anyone need the page link to my CAG Tourman and Fleet page?))
Yes, please. It would be quite helpful. What exactly are you fielding atm, again?

OOC Well srry I didnt know that yall used skin hugging shields I delete that part of the post. And I didnt materialize inside the shields but I decloaked inside the shields.

However, you also stated that your cloaking device allowed you to travel THROUGH our ships, thus inferring materialization. And give me one good reason my STC scanners wouldn't detect these things?

One I dint know u used STC sensors ok u didnt converse with me like the other guys did before this rp and two they didn't materialize they used transphasic cloak generators devices which could change the structure of matter in order render it both invisible and able to pass through normal matter. Also wach fleet is preoccupied with different fleets ok. Unless u were one of the ones to attack me then I was talking to you. Also if you look back I changed it so lets just delete these posts.

Actually, if you look back onto my post about stealth wank, yes I did let you know I had STC sensors (TT lv5), along with the various other methods I use. Please read before you post from now on. And I'm STILL waiting for that comprehensive tech/fleet list.

OOC: I seem to have missed a bit, so...
IC

Despite what might have seemed to be an unreasonably powerful blast, the Rupil did not flinch. They did not know fear, and pain was only a passing feeling. However, the slightly more sensitive mortal cooccupants of the starships did react. As soon as auto-alarms activated from the growing energy levels inside the enemy ship, they had begunevasive manuevers. By the time the weapon actually beganfiring, ships were not onyl moving away fom the main target zone, they were performing the complex task of sidestepping, keeping their more heavily armored fronts facing the enemy. Unfortunately, several ships were lost. A pair of cruisers, 5 destroyers, and 14 F-2s. Those were the ships completely eliminated, most of the others recieved heavy damage. Damage that they were willing to shrug off as they fought for honor and glory.
Not that this stopped the Rupil from providing a withering counterbattery fire against the source of the devastating blast.
When the enemy reinforcements began arriving, it caough the Rupil oof guard. They, who were used to being the cause of suprize and alarm, suddenly found themselves flanked. Within seconds of the arrival of these new warheads amongst the Rupil ships, the relatively fragile drive arms were breaking off and spiraling off into space, creating a wake of destruction as they passed, knocking enemy and allied ships, missiles, and torpedoes off course. Any further damage was limited by the quick action of the so-called boarding crews, who began forming protective barriers.

However, it would be some time, perhaps not untilthe closing stages of the battle, before repair crews would be able to make the main force ready to reengage. The ships reached out to eachother with tractor beams and physical linckages to drag themselves back to the relative protection of the Chronosian lines.

This did not put the Rupil out of the battle, as relatively unscathed was the flanking group and those light ships which were harassing the enemy. Soon, more weapons fire was coming from these to cover the hasty retreat of the main Rupil force.

OOC: Also, you referred to fighter units, but I don't have any (the R-1 is the size of a whale). So I'm going to pretend you were chasing somebody else in my general vicinity.

OOC I already posted it.com if u want data on my new fighters Ill post it in a few minutes at www.geocities/kyle_the_wraith/Dratherian_Ships.html but refer back to my post with all the links. on page 5.

Broken link.
Fixed here: http://www.geocities.com/kyle_the_wraith/Dratherian_Ships.html


A Harconan appeared on the screen he was 7'1 with a blood red armored hide and eyes so black that they hid the light of his soul. This was one of the most threatening warriors one could ever see.

Sigh... I hate it when people make that mistake. One, its Harkonnen, not Harconan. Two, Harkonnen colors are blue, not red. Atreides are red, thus the title the Red Duke.

Oh, and its really quite bad form to make new ships in the middle of an RP...

The Defender class artillery ships reached the secondary point, the plasma torpeados would be useless in such close combat so the ships pulled back to 6.3 lightyears and fired a barrage of M.I.D.A.S. weapons through a new gate rift at the chronesian capital ships follwed by another barrage of energy dampning torpeados. Shortly thereafter they fired more decoys and moved on.

On the battlefield, a small contingent of demonsaucers gated in and in a strange move for the borg, begain their Kamakazi runs against the droid ships. *SECRET IC BEYOND THIS POINT* The ships kamakazi energy shield which increases it's penetrating power was implicitly modified to destroy the means behind artificial intellegence on impact... if these droids were networked together the effect would act as a virus killing them off. In the collective's opinion they were doomed to die if they wern't anyways,

As the battle raged, a trio of Echidna Superdreadnoughts dropped silently out of subspace with a flash of green light. Following them came a flotilla of ships, all emblazoned with the rampant white horse of Pale Rider Arms upon their prows. The ships maneuvered silently out of the way of the battle, and into a position to watch the procedings...

OOC:
PRA Ships:
3 Echidna Superdreads
20 Leonidas Battlecruisers
50 Helen Drone Carriers
50 Arachne Gun Cruisers
50 Bellerephon Cruisers
500 Hector Escort Frigates
500 Achilles Missile Frigates
10,000 Stingship Fighters
10,000 Stygian Bombers
56,000 Paris Drone fighters


EDIT: And what's a MIDAS weapon?

OOC They are new Avenger-class and Dragon-class fighters that were nicknamed Wasp and Vampire and hence most people call them by that name. The ships were a way to make the vessels more adapted to fighting enemy starships. Also Harconans are from my series of short stories Dark Horizons and the had a red metallic-like hide. M.I.D.A.S. torpedoes are a weapon of my own design they are heavy attack weapons that are pure energy clean atomic weapons. BLACKGRUE has them bc I traded them to him.

OOC They are new Avenger-class and Dragon-class fighters that were nicknamed Wasp and Vampire and hence most people call them by that name. The ships were a way to make the vessels more adapted to fighting enemy starships. Also Harconans are from my series of short stories Dark Horizons and the had a red metallic-like hide.

Ah. I was under the impression you were borrowing from the Dune series. Mea culpa.

EDIT: So, MIDAS is antimatter?

No get on MSN and I'll explain it to u my addy is apocalypse2000@hotmail.com

((OC-

http://www.freewebs.com/gaianknight/index.htm

Before anyone says 'what the ****, that too many!', mind you the Ascedanncy has been at peace for years, rped several internal alliances, and has become efficent shipbuilders, using fully automated yards and a essentially unlimited resource supply, and the technology of the Ascendants Molecular Fabrication Foundries, both in SpaceStation size, and now down to vessel size in collectors.

And several rps have demonstrated that the Ascendacy has less care for economics, and more for the goals it set for itself. Nor are we held down by the worry of cost, nor the care for greed.

And mind ye, we haven't been going out and invading everyone, heck, exactly the opposite when gotten away with, and only now are we changing that stance.

..and still, I won't be flooding any rp with a rediculous amount of ships. I do have several Galaxies with colonies wito govern and guard, even with the Hikari Power over them. The end result is that we don't have that many assets to lord over people with.

But enough assets to justify being in several rp thread wars at once. And everyone by now knows what my preferce of attack style will be, non-lethal. My only worry is that will everyone help make that tactic a reality by noting that the Gaian war plan everytime, presently, is to shut down wars, not kill or destroy wantonly.

The idea is the Battle of Barbarrosa in space, without the genocide and carnige, if you catch my drift. So just look and hopefully be amazed at the work done so far with the site, and know that I'm nowhere near through yet.

That $45.00 bucks is going to something good I hope.

There, I got it out... I feel better.. =xX=;;;; ))

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IC-

Yurika kept getting the reports from ECM Probes, and was suprised by the situation. She also was feeling heartache for having to keep her forces out for the sake of tactics.

Knowing people were dying while her forces stat on the sidelines was poor form.

But rushing into battle and loosing too many lives as a result, was of even 'poorer' form.

She asked an aide to bring her a cup of cocca, something to calm her nerves. Tea of coffee was not the medicine here.

"You okay?"

Yurika looks up and sees Lady Ifurita, as the platimum maned beauty strides in to check up on the well overworked Grand Admiral, CIC of the Republic StarFleet. Even through she had asked several times before, she still asked. "You 'can' delegate more assignments to your Admirals. They are 'that' good you know.

Yurika just retorts again. "It's my people. I can't just do that and feel right about it."

"You won't do them good if you strain yourself."

Yurika sighs, nods, and then takes the cocca from her aide, with a warm sip of the sweet mead scalding her throad as it ran down. She gulps, and then breaths with a softer tone of.. "If I have to make a letter to a soul's family because of a bad decision I made, the hell with straining myself."

Ifurita just looks over at the overall tactical report, and looks at it with a more ground pounder's viewpoint.

"You know, with all that fighting out there, and if you don't mind a little advice."

Ifurita points at three points in the battle lines, where the allied, and the aggressor coalitions were fighting, and where they were 'not' evidently cooperating well. All simply there to hack at each other.

She then adds. "If you sent forces at the flanks here... here... and here...

...well, I don't care what size a force you have, dissimilar forces that don't cooperate well will not be prepared if they get smacked just right. If this were a ground battle, three dimensional only, being flanked like that would make 'anyone' pause."

Yurika, with her grasp of space-dimensional tactics, and the knowledge of human nature, not matter 'where' they came from, noted immediately the obvious she knew, but was strained from too much strategic thinking to see outright.

She knew Ifurita was a good partner for the Tactical Advisory when Aleaic assigned them at Founding.

She had already settled on which Fleets would be sent, and it was rapidly closing on the time to act.

This just simply helped to finish on 'what' the final orders would be. With the Deatharon War now starting, the Chronosians and Dominion would not be so readily expecting the Gaians to strike into a second front. Or even a third...

Yurika looked at her comrade and smiled. "Remind me to set you and Makoto in a ship in a quiet sector of space after the war."

Ifurita only smiled.

--

Within an hour, the final orders were issued.

6 Kushan-Droid Fleets, and the other assigned Fleets would strike on the whim of an order.

However the activity was kept nil, and therefore, none seemed the wiser as yet.

OOC: Well, isn't it convenient to fight an enemy that can ignore its own internal economics for the greater good.

IC:

The enemy fleets registered on Chronosian sensors; each and every vessel a new odd stacked against them; but they needed not fear; They were the Chosen of the Emperor, the Servants of the Imperium; they were righteous in their destruction; harbingers of the Warp itself; and they swore by the powers of that infernal realm, that they would take these enemies screaming with them.

Mort observed the situation with sardonic contempt; his eyes scanning the sensor readouts and the viewscreen itself; sneering as he stepped forward, opening communications to allied vessels.

"We must bring about the enemies swift end; we shall lead the assault on the Thrashians and Dratherians; but others are needed to counter the new threats." He hissed; a drawn out serpents sound from his throat, his anger was not easily hidden in the face of the enemy.

"This is Lord Mort; Imperial Command, Segmentum Chronosia;do you hear me?"
"Aye, Mort; you have our attention."
"Deliver this news to the Emperor; the enemy brings up yet greater numbers, it would appear they are more bountiful in support than we believed."
"I already know, Mort..." The voice, crooning and corrupt drifted over the communications array; the divinity of his Word making Mort subconciously shiver. "And, now, I shall precipitate your salvation, old friend..." He chuckled wryly. "Another fleet shall be with you soon; and then, then I shall make my final play."
"By your Will."

Marcus disengaged the communication; glancing at the centre of his throne room and the great star map that hovered there, watching the signatures of friend and foe move...
"We shall triumph.." He hissed. "Oh yes, we shall triumph"

"Charge the main weapon!" yelled Azaroth to his weapons operator.

"Weapon is charged!"

"Good, fire for effect along with the Chronosian vessels. Order all of our vessels to concentrate fire with our allies."

"Aye, sir, fireing."

Suddenly, a massive ball of energy began to form in front of the Doomgiver, growing to one forth the size of the ship. It then began to disapate into a concentrated beam, heading straight towards the Dratherian Fleet. Upon hitting the center of the fleet, the beam expanded, tearing a hole in subspace, causing anything caught within its massive area of effect to be torn apart in between sub and normal space.

As that happened, the other five hundred vessels opened up with ion cannons and turbo lasers.
I'd like a response to this attack, as it most likely fucks your plan up.

OOC We did but it doesnt screw up our retreat and gather plan bc of our fold drives they arent affected by most STC rips thats how we set up a rather large shipyard in the middle of the Loki system. And I lost a number of ships thanks to that. So yeah but you also have to realize that Chron was fighting two separate nation fleets. He was fighting my 3rd Fleet, 4th Fleet, 5th Fleet, 6th Fleet, and Black Sun Fleet. Along with a few Orion-class Battlestations. And fighting the Thrashian Fleets. Also do u know how many times Ive come up against Ion Cannons and Turbolasers my shields are pretty well adapted to those but Ion Cannons sill do some heavy damage thats why the fleets retreated.

OOC: Damn. I missed out on a lot. Can someone please explane to me what happened through either a post or TG before I make my move?

Nephele Fleet Base was comprised of 12 Pieces. Fleet Figther Base (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4axius.jpg) which has a fighter complement of 1000. Fleet Dock and Repair (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4starbase.jpg) there are 4 of these. Tactical Information Base (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/spacestation.jpg) is where the decisons and combat data are porcessed. Tactical Observatory Station (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4commrelay.jpg) this is primarily used to monitor the battlefield as well as to communicate trans and inter galactically. Then there are Weapons/Fighter Production Plants (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc4weaponsfactory.jpg) then there are the Barrier Modules (http://www.nada.kth.se/~asa/Game/BigIdeas/Images/drones.jpg) that create a barrier large enough to cover the most of Fleet Base. Then at Tactical Command Admiral Archon sat in his office with about 30 Holoscreens up monitoring the movements of the fleet and Nephele. On one screen he noticed a number of supply transports launching to many differnet locations. They were Ionic-class (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wc3transport.jpg) and Ionic-class Mk II (http://www.wcnews.com/ships/images/wcppelican.jpg) transports. However on his comlink he recieved a transmission that indicated to him that the fleets had retreated to Nephele Rendezvous Point with Retreat Route 321. Now the enemy fleets would come to Nephele preparations were to be made. With that he pressed a button and the fleet base went to full alert and all personnel were readied. The Barrier raised and began to protect. Then the fleet mobilized to protect the base. As the other fleets folded near the outermost star.

OOC Note that the Barrier is Ancient type but can be broken its just harder to break. Also it has to drop its barrier for anything to leave. Fleet Base is a difficult traget to get to FTL bc of the large STC distortions created by the nearest moon. You can get to it you just have to arrive a little farther away from the moon.

IC: The borgquickly thought that it was time, the borg capital ships formed a sphere around the demonstar which commenced firing it's anti-proton beam towards their chronisian counterparts.

OOC: this is a planet killer divice firing large amounts of anti-matter

IC: The sphere formation will allow decent protection from all sides and let the demonstar commence firing.

Also yet another artillery barrage commenced.

IC Kaitze System; 1,000 Lightyears from the Tyr System:

Mic'feerson sat with his elbows on his chair arms and had his fingers steepled together. Being a man of 53 years of age, and having steel colored hair, it reminded Janus of the old pictures he'd seen of Inquistion Lords during the 10 Days War. He shivered.

"Give me the full report now Janus."

"Yes sir. Our full losses are as follows. 23 Shadaum-class type two cruisers, 19 Shadaum-class type one cruisers, 43 Atlantis-class corvettes, 783 Swift-class fighters, 345 Trident-class fighters, and 120 Wasp-class AI fighters."

"Enemy casualties?"

"Unkown sir, we did however count taking down some 20 small cruisers. The enemy fleet we faced was not using fighters, though we seem to have only faced a small force. For a full count we can contact Dratheria, as our communcations officer says, they are still engaging the enemy."

Mic'feerson nodded. "Very well Marshal. What is in the Kaitze System?"

"There are two stars, four planets, and a line of asteroids surrounding the entire system. Three of the four planets have a life supporting eco system. The Fourth has no atmosphere but is highly dense with ore and metal. Each planet has between 2 and 5 moons. Each moon between 100 and 200 kilometers in diameter," Janus said. "The system as far as we can detact is empty of civilization."

Mic'feerson nodded again. "Very well, number the planets Kaitze One and so on. Simple thing. Then I want you to establish a perimeter around the system, use the corvettes, and establish a picket line. I want the rest of the fleet to spread out into their battle groups and sit in orbit around the planets. All ship captains are to ascertain any losses and fix any damage to their ships. Once you have finished ordering that get me a direct tramission to home."

"Yes sir." Janus saluted and marched away to the communications area of the bridge. Mic'feerson leaned back and set his hands in his lap and breathed a long sigh. Your getting old, he though to himself.

A few moments later Janus returned. "Sir the transmission line is ready, Admiral Alabar is awaiting on the other line."

"Very well." Mic'feerson touched a sensor on his command chair and it swivled around to face a small 5x5 ft screen on the wall. It was blank for a moment then Alabar's face appeared on it.

"Well Admiral Mic'feerson, about time you reported in. What is your situation?"

Mic'feerson nodded. "We have engaged the Chronosian fleets in battle, as of 1700 hours yesterday. After a few hours of fighting I pulled our fleet back to the Kaitze system to ascertain losses and fix damage. Also the system where I have presently ordered the fleet is not occupied by any other nation or civilisation. I've decided to establish a base of operations here for our fleets."

Alabar listened and then nodded. "Very well. I've been in contact with the Emperor, he himself is listening to this as we speak, he has decided to take a further interest in this war. As of 0800 hours tomorrow I will be leaving the Mais System and will arrive shortly at your present location to take command. I will be bringing with me the Epion and four Crusader space stations. The Emperor has also ordered the Trade Guild to start sending its workers and ships to your position as well. As you said, the Kaitze System is presently empty. It shall soon be full. Also, all other fleets besides the 1st shall be sent with me."

Mic'feerson's eyes widdened. "The-...nearly the entire..fleet."

"Yes. The PDF(Planetary Defense Forces) shall be in charge of the Mais system while I am gone and the Emperor has his own fleet plus the other two remaining Crusader space stations in the Thrashian System. And since the founding of our system no one knows the location of our home planet except Thrashians so have no worries Admiral. I will arrive shortly. Alabar out." Alabars face disapeared off the screen. Mic'feerson turned his chair back around. Janus was standing at attention waiting for further orders.

"Has the fleet been deployed as ordered?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well Marshal. I shall retire to my chambers, you are in command. Alert me if anything happens, but also when the rest of the Fleet arrives."

"Yes Admiral." Janus saluted and walked further down to the helm area. Mic'feerson got to his feet, smoothed out some small wrinkles in his black adirals uniform, then walked from the bridge and into the massive corridors of the Dauntless to his courters.


OOC: I will be putting the statistics on the Crusader Space Station and the Epion Space Station. At the moment I using my library's computer, and for some reason it has system restrictions keeping me from posting, so I'm gonna post the entrance of the rest of my fleet in the Kaitze system later. Below is stats:

Space Station Crusader

NAME/TYPE: Crusader/ Space Station
DESIGNER/MANUFACTURER: Janna Maxim/Danaila Drive Yards
COMBAT DESIGNATION: Defensive Station
LENGTH: 5,000 by 5,000 meters
CREW: 200,670 crew; 5775 gunners (crew includes pilots)
PASSENGERS: 70,000 Ground Troops
SPEED RATING: 40 MGLT (light years)/ 29,000 mph real space
HYPERDRIVE: x3
HULL RATING: approximately 1000000 Rd (resistance of damage)
SHIELD RATING: approximately 100000 SRD (resistance of damage)
CONSUMABLES: 10 years supplies
WEAPONS: 700 Maxim Laser Cannons
850 Maxim Ion Cannons
600 Maxim Quad Laser Batteries

Onboard craft: 100 Wasp Fighter Squadrons (75 per/ 7500)

Picture (http://members.iinet.net.au/~glenn.crouch/wallpapers/RD2003%20-%20Droid%20control%20ship.jpg)

EPION SPACE STATION

NAME/TYPE: Epion/ Space Station
DESIGNER/MANUFACTURER: Janna Maxim/Danaila Drive Yards
COMBAT/DESIGNATION: Garrison/Defensive/Headquarters
SIZE: 600 miles in diameter
CREW: 1,345,670 crew; 975,345 gunners
GARRISON: 750,000 Clone Troops
SPEED RATING: 30 MGLT (light years)/ 28,000 mph real space
HYPERDRIVE: x5
HULL RATING: approximately 100,000,000 Rd (resistance of damage)
SHIELD RATING: approximately 100,000,000 SRD (resistance of damage)
CONSUMABLES: 10 years supplies
WEAPONS:
a) Northern Hemisphere: 7000 Maxim Laser Cannons
8000 Maxim Quad Laser Cannons
8500 Maxim Ion Cannons
6000 Maxim Quad Laser Batteries
400 Tractor Beams
b) Southern Hemisphere: 7000 Maxim Laser Cannons
8000 Maxim Quad Laser Cannons
8500 Maxim Ion Cannons
6000 Maxim Quad Laser Batteries
400 Tractor Beams


ONBOARD CRAFT: 25 Shadaum-class type one Cruisers; 1,000 Victory-class transports, 700 Tetreault-Class Patrol Craft, 100 Atlantis-class corvettes

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 300 Wasp-class Fighter Squadrons (75 per squadron/ 22,500 fighters); 250 Swift-class Fighter Squadrons (75 per squadron/ 18,750 fighters); 100 Trident-class Fighter Squadrons (75 per squadron/ 7500 fighters)

PLANETARY ASSAULT VEHICLES: 5,000 Apocalypse-class battle tanks; 7500 Hurricane-class Scout Walker; 300 Pre-fabricated Garrison Bases

The Epion is able to move through space, however due to its size it can move at only the barest minimum of speeds. What would normaly take a Shadaum-class one crusier several hours of travel, it would take several days for the Epion.

Image (http://www.theforce.net/swtc/Pix/books/taosw/shadow2.jpg)
Image (http://www.theforce.net/swtc/Pix/books/taosw/ds2bays.jpg)

In the K'n'Meth System a series of dark heavily armed vessels watch the war from afar scanning every vessels and catologing every little weakness. Inside 8 foot black humanoids with armored hides and silver eyes walk about running the various systems. They all looked alike save for one on the largest vessel.

On the Akuma ship Freshrar

An Akuma commander by the name of Dashir stands tall on his bridge. He is somehow different from the others. Most would say it was the red markings on his black metallic hide and the forearm blades, as well as his ability to take a Dratherian form. This was because he was part Dratherian, which made him extremely dangerous, but he knew what it was--it was that scar on his back where a Dratherian in the Great War had stabbed him. That scar haunted him every time he saw it. His gold eyes hardened and his bulging muscles tensed as he thought about that day. He despised the Dratherians for being guardians of weak fools. But he realized there was no honor in destroying an enemy defeated by another. So the question was who would they fight alongside. Would it be this Chaos Imperium or Dratheria? Then a smile creeps across his face, a smile that would scare even the fiercest warrior.
Dashir: “Communications, send a message to the homeworld. Inform them that we will need another fleet and a new batch of infantry soldiers. Then set course for the world of Harcona once they have arrived.”
Communications: “Yes sir.”
As the Akuma warships fold space Dashir smiles and extends his blades menacingly.

The Blackgrue colllective grew tired and annoyed with this battle's progress, one advantage of adding individuality to drones, and set about gating in diamonds (taken from the Defender's positions) behind enemy lines (right next to the Chronesian capital ships) and self-destructing them, The result is a small, unstable black hole (lasting about 5 minutes before collapsing, unable to maintain it's own weight).

Mercer walked quietly through the halls of the new heavily modified Consternation-class Star Destroyer Halconnen. He was wearing black battle armor with red markings as did every member of Rogue Fleet he wore a lightsaber, a Harconan Magnum, and a Angelic Magnum as weapons. Also he wore a large number of shuriken in a few of the pouches on his utility belt. He eventually arrived on the bridge overlooking the rest of the fleet. THere were various ships that made up the fleet from Star Destroyers to Carriers and finally to Gunships. He sat down in the command chair and opened a transmission to all units in the fleet.

Mercer: "Hello friends I am glad this fleet is together again and that we can fight a new opponent before we fight the Akuma. Now we will be jumping to the most dangerous system in this galaxy known as Hell's Kitchen there an ancient civilization constructed a large barrier preventing what is in there from escaping. However there is important technology there that we must get from the Great War also a few ships of old were found in the ancient Dratherian shipyards. Now we go. Fold in 3. 2. 1. engage."

With that the fleet folded and arrived ouside the gate to Hell's Kitchen when entering all ships had a demonic voice with demonic writing appear on their screens it read as follows.


Through me you pass into the city of woe
Through me you pass into eternal pain
Through me among the people lost for aye
Justice the founder of my fabric moved
To rear me was the task of Power Divine
Supremest Wisdom and primeval Love
Before me things create were none save things
Eternal and eternal I endure
All hope abandon ye who enter

Now all that remained to be seen was what horrors would lie within.

While the Borg ships were distracted by the Chronosian fleet, the Dooman fleet unleashed a hoard of boarding pods filled with Marines and Legionaries. The pods then kicked onto full thrust and shot towards the Borg vessels. Upon hitting the hulls, they would begin to cut through and pour out their vile contents.

While the Borg ships were distracted by the Chronosian fleet, the Dooman fleet unleashed a hoard of boarding pods filled with Marines and Legionaries. The pods then kicked onto full thrust and shot towards the Borg vessels. Upon hitting the hulls, they would begin to cut through and pour out their vile contents.

ooc: Said it before, and I''ll say it again. Boarding my ships is a waste of resources.

IC: About 40% of the pods were cut through by the borg point-defence system, 60% of those that got through could not cut through their targets' ablative armor. Those that landed on unshielded, unarmored, not well-defended targets had a VERY difficault time invading kilometer-long vessels loaded up with perfectly trained, insanely loyal, very strong drones with armor, sheilds, weapons, and buzz-saws installed into their bodies.

The HETWA Battle fleet dropped out of atom-space and began to open fire on the Doomingsland ships.

Bloody destroy all of them! Admrial Heinrich ordered.

Missiles, burst cannons, and earthshakers streaked towards the ships in a barrage.

ooc: Said it before, and I''ll say it again. Boarding my ships is a waste of resources.

IC: About 40% of the pods were cut through by the borg point-defence system, 60% of those that got through could not cut through their targets' ablative armor. Those that landed on unshielded, unarmored, not well-defended targets had a VERY difficault time invading kilometer-long vessels loaded up with perfectly trained, insanely loyal, very strong drones with armor, sheilds, weapons, and buzz-saws installed into their bodies.

OOC: Stop posting the other persons losses....

IC Kaitze System; Flagship Corsica, Admiral Alabar:

Mic'feerson marched onto the bridge of the Corsica. The Corsica was the twin of the Dauntless, the only two Soveriegn-class command ships in the entire fleet. Mic'feerson still liked to think the Dauntless was his, but it was actually the Emperor's; Alabar was given the Corsica as his flagship upon recieving the rank of Grand Admiral, and Fleet Commander in Chief.

Alabar stood at the very front of the bridge, his back to Mic'feerson, hands griped together behind his back. He was a tall man, with black going to gray hair slicked back. A long curved nose; a deep chin which had a trident like beard on it; his eyes were a piercing red, something that was unnerving to all officers of the fleet. Alabar cut a impresive figure in his black admirals uniform, the golden sash of Grand Admiral around his waist, plus the three gold squares on his left breast. Alabar turned around as Mic'feerson approached.

"Ah, Admiral Mic'feerson, I'm glad you came so quickly," Alabar said as he turned full front to Mic'feerson and gave a nod. Mic'feerson returned the nod.

"I came as ordered sir."

"Very good. Come, I want to show you something." Alabar stepped closer to the veiwport, and Mic'feerson hesitated for a moment then joined him. "I want you to see the fleet that I have brought for this fight," said Alabar, his voice filled with pride. Outside where hundreds upon hundreds of ships. Cruisers of varrying size manuvered in their formation groups, other sat in orbit. Fighters were flying in squadron formations, the clones running scenarios for when they might run into those mines again from the previous battle. Further out, near Kaitze Three sat the entire force of Super Shadaum-class cruisers, their massive forms dark against the light coming from the Kaitze sun.

"Beautiful, is it not?" asked Alabar. MIc'feerson nodded.

"Very sir."

"But thats not the half of it." Alabar stepped back from the veiwport and over to the communications consul. "You have yet to see the Epion. Lieutenant, has the Epion reached Kaitze yet?" A young man in a lieutenants uniform saluted.

"Yes Admiral Alabar, it is right now coming into orbit from the far side of Kaitze Two," the Lieutenant said.

"Good. Now come Mic'feerson, I want you to see the largest constructed piece of Fleet inginuity since the Soveriegn." Alabar went to the other side of the bridge to another veiwport. Mic'feerson allowed himself to walk over.

Coming from around the edge of the planet was what looked like a large moon to Mic'feerson, then he looked closer. It was the Epion Space Station.

"Alabar, how large did you say it was?"

"It is some 600 miles in diameter. Took five years to complete with a workforce of over 2 million men and is crewed by about the same number. It has the power to outgun the entire fleet I showed you before. And has more fighters than two Scorpion-clas carriers. It is the Thrashian Fleet HQ," Alabar said with pride.

"Admiral Alabar, did you call me just to show me this?" asked Mic'feerson, who was impressed with the Epion, still liked to know why he was summoned.

"Yes, of course. I have been in contact with Dratherian forces and presently that battle you were in is still raging. Has been for some 30 hours. While our own losses are light, I cannot stress how important this is. Thrashia has much to gain from this conflict."

"I will decide that sir, after we have won."

"Indeed Admiral...indeed." The two admirals continued to look out as the Epion came fully out from behind the planet.

OOC: The number of fleets and the ships in them, that are in the Kaitze System and in this rp, are shown below:
If you wish to see what each ship is and what weapons and capabilties they have please follow this Link (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=411160).

2nd Fleet
Commander: Grand Admiral Alabar
(1) Sovereign-class cruiser
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers
(40) Vindicant-class cruiser

3rd Fleet
Commander: Admiral Jul'janu
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers
(40) Vindicant-class cruiser

4th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Mic'feerson
(1) Soveriegn-class cruiser
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers

5th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Montigarr
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers

6th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Veers
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(90) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(200) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(2) Super Shadaum-class cruisers

7th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Dugan
(60) Praetorian-class cruiser
(100) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(80) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(60) Atlantis-Class Corvette

8th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Montresor
(100) Praetorian-class cruiser
(100) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(100) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(10) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(150) Atlantis-Class Corvette
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers

9th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Diez-Vannar
(240) Vindicant-class cruisers
(140) Praetorian class cruisers
(230) Shadaum class type one cruisers
(210) Shadaum-class II cruisers
(20) Super Shadaum-class cruisers

The Borg troops would also find it difficult to fight the latest generation Marines, now updated with genes from various Chaos creatures. As they swarmed in, they immediatly took to scaling the walls, and, like a hoard of ants, began to swarm enemy troops from above and on the ground, rushing them at great speeds and tearing them limb from limb with their bare hands. They would continue to swarm through, attaching explosive devices to key systems, attempting to destroy the vessels from within.

OOC:In case you didn't know, I'm not human.

OOC: All I'm going to say about this is that borg ships are so immensely decentralized that nothing is "key" in most cases. Also, self-regenerating is fun.

OOC: Yet in First COntact Picard is able to point out the thing which is a major weak point in the cube causing it to instantly explode...
Anyways; stop whining and get on with it. If Doom wants to suicide strike your ships, he can try :P

OOC: All I'm going to say about this is that borg ships are so immensely decentralized that nothing is "key" in most cases. Also, self-regenerating is fun.
OOC:Your point? They're gonna be swarming all over the ship, destroying everything, so a "key" isn't needed.

In the Nephele Tactical Information Station Xeth Talks to Admiral Archon

Xeth: "So the repairs and upgrades on the fleet are finished?"

Archon: "Yes sir. The vesels are ready for launch from the Nephele Rendezvous Point when you are ready for them too."

Xeth: "Not quite yet I need to make a few modifications to the fleet then we will be ready."

"Lord Mort; there is a message for you on closed communications..."
"Bring it up" He hissed; he was tired, the battle seemed to be turning against them, as the Blackgrue weapons devestated yet more ships; as the enemy seemed to close in from every side; exhausting all of Mort's plans, his strategies; he was desperate.

"This is Mort" He spoke, voice firm, resolute against near certain defeat.
"There is no need to fear, Mort."
"My Lord?"
"Indeed..."

The void was graced by epic explosions of Warp energy; behind the enemy lines; followed by a barrage from weapons; orbital cannons roared into life; missles hurtled forth, and massive warp cannons let forth a deluge of warp energy; crackling and screaming into the enemy lines. The fleet numbered 501, and a massive hum filled space, before the greatest crackling blast of prolonged warp energy tore forth to sunder the enemy...
The Ecstacy of Slaanesh was there; vast flagship of the entire Imperium; personal vessel of its current Commanding Officer...
The Daemon Emperor himself.
"Form up, loose formation; we shall break their lines and then assault by boarding pod and fighter....Our weapons shal not fail our gods, my servants" He grinned, malice flooded his features as he gave the order. "Open fire with all we have at half power; make sure the main weapon is charged...."
"Aye lord, it will take some time to fully recharge."
"It matters not...We shall know their flesh long before that. They wish war? Let them know it."

The void was graced by epic explosions of Warp energy; behind the enemy lines; followed by a barrage from weapons; orbital cannons roared into life; missles hurtled forth, and massive warp cannons let forth a deluge of warp energy; crackling and screaming into the enemy lines. The fleet numbered 501, and a massive hum filled space, before the greatest crackling blast of prolonged warp energy tore forth to sunder the enemy...

The collective reeled from this blow. It was their thougts that they were thw only ones with artillery support. They quicklly backed away from the Chronesians and their defenders quietly switched to tri-cobolt devices. and let loose a barrage

The barrage glanced off some shields, and tore through others; even then only wounding a few fatally; as the reinforced fleet of Lord Mort turned to press on. The Emperor's fleet pushed forward; opening fire again and again and again; as Mort turned his attentions to the enemy; his weapons readied; as his entire battle group opened fire in sweeping waves of warp cannon, missle barrage and laser fire.
He opened communications.
"Allies of the Imperium; the moment is now; we must plunge forth, attack with everything we have; Show no mercy, for we will recieve none."

OOC Chron pay attention we retreated to gather our forces. Thrashia is in the Kaitze System 1000 lightyears away and we are in the nearby Nephele system.

John Mercer stands in a dark chamber in full battle gear when suddenly a Marine charged him from his left. He quickly deployed his forearm blades and cut him in twain. From his right, front, and rear charged charged three more Marines and he fired both his guns (a Harconan Magnum (http://www.poseidon.co.jp/6F/alucard/g_ar01.jpg) and an Angelic Magnum (http://www.poseidon.co.jp/2F/vash_a/g_vash_02.jpg)) and dispatched them blowing their armor and a good chunk of their torso to shreds. Then out of the darkness came 10 Terminators. He quickly fired his remaining rounds into them ripping them to shreds. The last two came at him but suddenly his Angelic Magnum metamorphsed into a cannon from which he fired off two small blasts obliterating the enemies. Then from behind him a lightsaber ignited and he dropped his guns. He quickly ignited his lightsaber and traded blows with the new foe and he quickly used the Force to knock him off balance then decapitated him with the humming energy blade. Suddenly the are around him dissolved into a cold metal room. This was the training room. Suddenly jis comlink activated.

Arcus: "Sir we have arrived at the first stop and something strange is going on. We need you up here ASAP."

Mercer: "Roger."

Suddenly Mercer disappeared in a flash of light after pushing a button on his armor accessing the transporters via neurolink. He then appeared on the bridge next to his second in command Arcus Djo. Then he saw it what appeared to be a space station but behind this station was an impregnable demonic barrier to which there was no way around. Then a memory flooded back to Mercer and he recognized this as The Arena a demonic battleground.

OOC: Pfft; how dare you steal the Jackal and the Angel Arm.
If your gonna make a pair, make them match' Jackal and 454. Casull, both Angel Arms; hell, even DMC's Ebony and Ivory..
Bad taste ;)

OOC I renamed the 454 Casull the Harconan Magnum so it would not get confused with the real 454 Casull. I remade the 13mm Jackal to be the standard paired weapon to the Harconan Magnum and the Angelic Magnum is modeled after Vash's gun. And I didn't steal them. I remade them for this game into different guns short of the Angel Arm which is actually keeping in the same level of power however there are only four of them. But see Mercer switches out the Jackal for the Angelic Magnum (aka the Angel Arm Colt 45) since he is one of three people that possess one. All other soldiers carry a pair consisting of the 13mm Jackal and a Harconan Magnum (aka Alucarde's 454 Casull). And also I never really considered making Ebony and Ivory even though the DMC series is one of my favorite by far. This is the thread where I created them. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8739391#post8739391) I tried to keep the guns paired and not screw up their looks together but Mercer is a different case all together as is Master Xeth Cortas and Rogue Master Kira Mercer (John's sister). Otherwise the Jackal and Casull are kept together. Please bear this in mind that these are three of my central characters and they will mix the weapons while they usually do carry a Jackal for good measure because they would in standard battle use the Casull and Jackal in tandum. However in important battles they will use the Angel Magnum but only sparingly because it is a revolver which means it has limited ammo. And only use the Angel Arm when necessary because that puts large amounts of stress on their body however repairable through their medical technology in tandum with their healing factor when used too much in a short period of time without rest it can be detremental to their health. Also look at the image of the Harconan Magnum closer its a 454 Casull painted gunmetal black. So its not the Jackal although I do employ it in my forces. Oh heres a picture of Ebony and Ivory (http://pix.auctiva.com/pix/06/52/63/E_I_Finished.jpg)

OOC: Pfft; you can't give people the Angel Arm; thats far too much destructive power for a single person to have...
That and the Casull and Jackal are too large for humans to use :P
That and your simulation definetly underestimates my Marines and their armor; theres no way you'd be slicing them in twain and blowing holes in them with such ease; you do know what Power Armor is, don't you? ;)
Anyway; on with the show!

Alright Chron pay attention they aren't human. They are Dratherians a race that is genetically superior to humans in alot of rights they are 4x smarter and faster and 6x stronger. And these Angel arms have the same kind of power as my planetary defense weapons, Tollan-class ion Cannons, which arent as strong as the real angel arm, and I remind you there are only four and the only three to possess one are my three main characters and if you paid attention they dont use that part of the gun too often 1. because it is damaging to their bodies and 2. because of the destructive bursts that issue from them. Yeah I do know what power armor is but I didn't say what kind of armor they were wearing but I will change it to just a plain Marine.

OOC I know Mercer in his Akuma form looks like Tekkaman Dead End but it was the closet thing I could find to what I wanted an Akuma half-breed to look like. Besides I love Tekkaman.

IC
A short time later Mercer and a small contingent of guards boarded The Arena and walked to the central dome where the battles were fought and upon entering the station it was apparent that this was a station designed to keep a pocket dimension in an easily accessible place. Mercer walked into the middle of the arena and was instantly greeted by a demon named Ferenan (http://img47.exs.cx/img47/646/ferenan.jpg). This demon seemed to know Mercer and Mercer knew him as Ferenan Gaurdian Demon of Hell's Rift.

Ferenan: "John its been so long how are you these days? It appears the Akuma did not win after all."

Mercer: "No they didn't however we are back for our ships."

Ferenan: "Well you know the price of entrance John you have to best me first."

Mercer: "So be it."

Quickly Ferenan pulled his sword to the ready and welcomed Mercer's assault. Mercer withdrew his gun from his holsters his Harconan Magnum and 13mm Jackal firing bullets at Ferenan but none seemed to hit him after using up the magazines he quickly drew the Angelic Magnum and began firing knicking Ferenan a couple of times. But when the gun ran out of bullets Mercer decided it was to fight him like a Dratherian in melee combat. This is what the Dratherians were most feared for. He deployed his 3 foot long forearm blades and began to attack Ferenan with them. Strike after strike was sent out each time the other blocked but then Ferenan quickly parried and thrust his sword deep into Mercer. Then using one leg kicked Mercer off of his sword. And the wound quickly regenerated.

Ferenan: "John please take this seriously I have been waiting ever so long to fight you again."

Mercer: "Alright then. Remember you asked for it though."

Mercer quickly drew his sword from its holster then suddenly his body began to shake and his body transformed introducing a new armored layer on his flesh. This was his Akuma heritage (http://www.mit.edu/~mtyung/Tekk/TB2ep6misc/DD6.jpg). He quickly struck at Ferenan time and again finally landing a blow that decapitated him. Then Ferenan quickly regenerated and renewed his assault they fought intensely till both were near exhaustion.. Then Mercer quickly picked up the Angelic Magnum and saying a short incantation drew the weapon into his armor melding them together. Suddenly he jumped back and let loose an energy blast (http://www.mit.edu/~mtyung/Tekk/TB2ep6misc/DD20.jpg) that caught Ferenan dead on and knocked him out of the match no contest. Then a few minutes later after Mercer had reverted back to his Dratherian form Ferenan got up.

Ferenan: "Congrats John thats twice you've beaten me. Well I will drop the barrier and allow your fleet safe passage to and from the ship dock."

Mercer: "Thank you my old friend."

Ferenan: "No problem just visit a little more often than every few hundred years."

Mercer: "Be assured I will visit more often now that my memories are back."

After returning the fleet set off to the ship dock to retrieve the 20 Asurian-class warships (http://www.coopcom.com.au/~seafly/images/cenvocl.jpg) that were docked there centuries ago. These vessels were very advanced for being so old because back then Dratherian technology was far more advanced than it is now.

OOC Stats on these warships will be released soon but their lengths ar 700 meters but they are very swift and deadly.

IC Secrect Transmission:

To: Dratheria
Messege:

"Greetings to the Dratherian Fleet commander. I am Grand Admiral Alabar, Commander of the Thrashian Fleet. I have just recently arrived with my forces in the Kaitze System. I have gathered my forces and have established a base in this system. Since our forces have engaged those of Chronosia and then retreated this has left the Chronosians and their allys in control of the Tyr System. It is my firm belief that we should take the system back or establish a defense net around the system by occupying the surrounding systems. As of right now I am sending three Crusader Defense Space Stations. They are to act as the defense for your present position and to garrison your present system should you move to another. If you have some other plan already in motion, please inform me and I will act to support it. For now that is all. Good-day."

-Messege End-

Secret IC Transmission
To: Thrashian Fleet in the Kaitze System

Message:

Thank you Admiral your assistance is greatly appreciated and as the worlds in the Tyr system have been evacuated thanks to your help in holding off enemy advances. At this time we cannot release the location of our refugee world but we can tell you that the Narcora System has been found again and we have now set up base on the long lost planet of Dratheria also we cannot give you the location of this system either but be aware that planetary defenses are in place that will deal crippling blows to enemy vessels. Be aware though we that those forces weren't sent to stop the enemy but rather delay them. Recently we acquired the last vessels that were ordered previous to this war these being 42 ISD, 1 Sovereign-class SD, 8 Allegience-class SD, 3 Wolfpacks, 3 Consternation-class SD, 3 Lancers, and 2 Strike Cruisers as well we have received confirmation from Rogue Fleet that the Asurian-class Warships have been collected and are on their way to be delivered to the Narcora system where crews will be stationed aboard the vessels and then the fleet sent to the Vega System. Right now our vessels are in the following systems:
1. Narcora 50%
2. Vega 30%
3. Nephele 20%
The total fleets of Dratheria number towards 700 starships and 10 battlestations of varying types but this is the whole amount of our vessels.

End Transmission

OOC Soon I will release the numbers for all of my vessels keep in mind many of these were bought for cheap or constructed for cheap by allies or friendlies but it will take me a little bit to retreive the info from my comp it crapped out on me for internet

"And the great blackness shall rise to consume; and with it shall come its bastard children...The avatar of plague, who comes in the name of Nurgle; the Lord of Sensation, who bows to the desires of Slaanesh; the Warrior Prince, he who scours worlds and is known as the Hand of Khorne; and the Sorceror King of the old world; who bears the very fires of Tzeentch. With them shall stand the faithful, who on dark wings worships all Gods... thus to the aid of Death, and the Master of the Black Empire, shall come the titan sons...And Hell shall follow with them."
- Prophecies of Irnok the Mad, Mouth of the Warp.

The Emperor stood upon the command deck of the Ecstacy of Slaanesh; his personal flagship, perhaps the greatest vessel in the Imperium, and chuckled lightly. Even as his enemy retreated, he felt his hunger grow; he felt the blade at his side shudder, fuelling its masters desire; sharpening his appetite...

Lifesbane's thirst permeated him as he stepped forward, gazing out at the audient void. "It is time..." He whispered...

From the darkness came a dread fleet; a dark fleet; its ships wreathed in a miasma of suffering, an aura of pain and unspeakable, unknowable desires...Upon its black throne, lain sprawled amongst the carressing arms of succubi, and the flowing pleasures and manifold pains of Chaos, was Remiel, watching as they now approached...

Beyond that, there came a vast battle barge, bearing upon it the mark of Nurgle; master of Decay and Disease. Upon the fetid command deck, there stood a vast figure; his muscle worn, decayed, yet still bristling with strength; fetid with the greatest toxins of his Master; alive with sentient Plague; this was Lucian; Lord of the Envenomed Fang...

Entwined almost as one body came the two great fleets of the Emperor's Chosen; one was led by a great blood red ship; that moved slowly through the void, and burned within with zealots flame, for it was of Khorne; Blood God, source of all conflict...Bearing mighty axes that hung now at his sides, chained to his armor; there stood Cabot, the mighty Warlord of Khorne; he known as Skullbane, who wields the great Chainaxes of Flametooth and Bloodspiller; eager to cleanse in the name of the Emperor; and spill blood in the name of Khorne.

The other vessel is a vast, Storm of Tzeentch class battlecruiser; its sleek surface betraying its sorcerous intent; its rune covered hull glimmering like a Grimoire; for within, is the new Primarch of the Sorcerors of Chronosia; he known as Severino; Master of shadows, Lord of Magic, and true servant of the sorcerous god, the Architect of Fate; Tzeentch.

With them came the varied hordes of Gabriel; Servant of the Undivided Chaos; and another of the Emperors Primarchs; they who would here; among the tyrant stars; carve out a glorious victory in his name...

OOC: I think this has gone on far too long. BTW internal collective thoughts=secretIC

IC: The situation was far from under control, despite outward appearances, many of the borg ships were nearing their limits in power and armor strength. A spark of creativity manifested itself as the borg hailed the chronesians on every electronic communication form known. "Chronesian vessels. You are to withdraw now or face dire consequences."

The Chronosians did not listen; they did not manifest mercy or compassion; they did not know Fear in the face of the enemy; their Emperor had molded them in the fires of battle; shaped in with superior science, technology and training; they were the legions of his chosen; and when the message came to them; they did not listen to the fools of Blackgrue; they simply let everything they had go; every weapons system igniting; their comms officers signalling for their allies to do the same. About the Chronosian fleet, there was a great fire; the collective image of every weapon they possessed simultaneously being fired, and then there was nothing; save the eerie crackling. The entire fleet had ceased their assault; their weapons lay dormant, waiting for their message as their mighty barrage ended....
The Ecstacy opened fire with its main weapon, a prolonged blast that had been seen in the past to sunder entire worlds; to shatter cities and burn planets to cinders; this was the Imperium; a dark and terrible juggernaut, a consumer of worlds, and life, and Order; where they went, Chaos truly followed; and as they let this mighty wave of fire loose upon the forces of Blackgrue; a single message went out.

"The consequences for you are graver still; leave now, surrender; and we shall not destroy you utterly..." A wry chuckle broke the tone. "You are broken, defeated; your allies have abandoned you...Leave now; or die at traitors hands..."

OOC: Your right, it is time to end it. ;)

Bump

OOC Lets get this show started I do have a few last surprises for you Chron then it'll be a slugfest and Dratherians are noble powerful warriors and will not fall.

Mercer read this Prophecy as a transmission broadcast to all vessels

As the demon sleeps, man turns on man
Its own blood, and madness soon cover the galaxy
From the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz
Its raven wings ablaze in majestic light

Amidst the eternal waves of time
From a ripple of change shall the storm rise
Out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon
Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath

The demon soars through the dark skies
Fear and Death trail its shadow beneath
Until Men united wield a hallowed sabre
In Final Reckoning, the beast is slain

Mercer: "Chronosia now you will feel the full power of Dratheria we have retrieved weapons and ships of old far more powerful than we currently possess. Now is your time of reckoning."

tag (will post later; Im an ally of Blackgrue)

Imperial March Thunders

Admiral Blathe was one of the Empires newly instated commanders. His uniform was new, his training unique, his loyalty unquestionable. Recently promoted to command the SSD Palpatine Blathe was high in the emperors trust, essentially maintaining the position a certain grand Admiral once enjoyed. With the end of the mini clones wars, which was now obviously planned long in advance by the emperor and his chief of staff the old alliances had been reformed. Chronosia, Doomingsland and the Empire itself were too tied in blood and history to diverge from alliance, as it was in many things, old alliances endured, to the detriment of the Galaxy.

Chronosia had contacted the emperor since the dissolution of the Galactic senate five days after the death of Kar August, they wished peace, and they wished to propose a joint venture…….

With half of the Empire under marshal law, the Coredians defeated, crushed under the might of the Death Star, and the Farstars unwillingness to maintain any form of prolonged military conflict, the emperor agreed to lend Admiral Blathe for a period of three months.

The Mini clone wars had left a large military surplus, especially in droids and clones, which, if the Empire did not get rid of them shortly, could bankrupt even the lucrative corporate sector. As a result the assets Blathe had at his disposal were excessive.

Striding onto the command deck the Admiral was still not used to the instant salutes, respect, and in most cases fear oozing from his subordinates, but what he was most unused to, was the crippling amount of paper work he had to deal with. They should teach accountancy at the academy Blathe mused to himself. Unfortunately and unknown to Blathe, accountancy was now a part of the curriculum.

Watching the endless star lines strike past the bridge windows, Blathe took position on the comfortable and reinforced command chair. “How long until we revert to real space.” The Admiral demanded from no one in particular.

“Two minutes Admiral.” Someone answered from across the bridge.

That must be my new executive officer…. Blathe thought. Come to think of it, where is he? Looking around the bridge the Admiral could see no sign of the skulking officer, well he should turn up some time. Without warning the great ship and its escorts burst out of Hyperspace. “Scan the system!” Blathe demanded with authority. Mere seconds later the results were in. The sensors displayed large wreckage fields, thousands of corpses floating in the vacuum, and two fleet opposing each other. “Take us within two hundred thousand kilometres of the battle” Blathe ordered. Slowly but surely the Imperial force crept into the system.

OOC Lets get this show started I do have a few last surprises for you Chron then it'll be a slugfest and Dratherians are noble powerful warriors and will not fall.

Mercer read this Prophecy as a transmission broadcast to all vessels

As the demon sleeps, man turns on man
Its own blood, and madness soon cover the galaxy
From the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz
Its raven wings ablaze in majestic light

Amidst the eternal waves of time
From a ripple of change shall the storm rise
Out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon
Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath

The demon soars through the dark skies
Fear and Death trail its shadow beneath
Until Men united wield a hallowed sabre
In Final Reckoning, the beast is slain

Mercer: "Chronosia now you will feel the full power of Dratheria we have retrieved weapons and ships of old far more powerful than we currently possess. Now is your time of reckoning."

The Emperor chuckled; ancient words struck no fear in his heart; threats of old weapons did not phase him. No; nothign these fools could throw at him would.
"Do you think to frighten me with devil words, Dratherian? You know nothing of Daemons" He hissed; his dark wings broad and mighty, his great body shifting on his Throne, as he waited, chuckling with languid pleasure. "You will burn under the flaming onslaught of the Imperium and her allies; you shall know death, and we shall feast upon your flesh. You shall bow, and know what it is to be slaves to the Servants of Chaos....And the Master of Mankind"

The plan was simple. A diversion to buy more time. Combat banter had turned the tides of battle many times in history, perhaps this was one of those times.

"As we speak, another wave is gating in, it carries ships outside of your unimagined experience."

The auto-repair matrixes clicked away silently. So long as the ships kept up the rotation and the repair systems functioned, the impact would be lessened long enough for their reenforcements to arrive

"They will be here in t-20 seconds."

The Chronosians did not listen; they did not manifest mercy or compassion; they did not know Fear in the face of the enemy; their Emperor had molded them in the fires of battle; shaped in with superior science, technology and training; they were the legions of his chosen; and when the message came to them; they did not listen to the fools of Blackgrue; they simply let everything they had go; every weapons system igniting; their comms officers signalling for their allies to do the same. About the Chronosian fleet, there was a great fire; the collective image of every weapon they possessed simultaneously being fired, and then there was nothing; save the eerie crackling. The entire fleet had ceased their assault; their weapons lay dormant, waiting for their message as their mighty barrage ended....
The Ecstacy opened fire with its main weapon, a prolonged blast that had been seen in the past to sunder entire worlds; to shatter cities and burn planets to cinders; this was the Imperium; a dark and terrible juggernaut, a consumer of worlds, and life, and Order; where they went, Chaos truly followed; and as they let this mighty wave of fire loose upon the forces of Blackgrue; a single message went out.

"The consequences for you are graver still; leave now, surrender; and we shall not destroy you utterly..." A wry chuckle broke the tone. "You are broken, defeated; your allies have abandoned you...Leave now; or die at traitors hands..."

OOC: Your right, it is time to end it. ;)

OOC: Please notice the massive amounts of fire headed your way since we are ignoring your 'combat banter', as indicated in the above post.

OOC: Please notice the massive amounts of fire headed your way since we are ignoring your 'combat banter', as indicated in the above post.
OOC: yeah but ICly I never tried this before.

OOC: Yeah but try it while noticing the immense waves of enemy fire..We're trying to move the plot along; not have a conversation :P

OOC: Yeah but try it while noticing the immense waves of enemy fire..We're trying to move the plot along; not have a conversation :P

OOC: You'll see my plan as soon as my partner-in-crime finishes his post.

OOC: Couldn't care less about your plan, before anyone arrives the fire from that post will have hit you...

OOC: Couldn't care less about your plan, before anyone arrives the fire from that post will have hit you...
OOC: fine, I'll edit it

The PRA fleet, previously floating peacably away from the battle, turned its course towards the combat. As it did, a broadcast went out across all channels, and a seperate one, a very special seperate one, on a single quantum comm channel, to a select group.

As one, millions of implants buzzed to life aboard the Dratherian vessels. As one, millions of quantum comm chips recieved the message. As one, millions of tiny blades snicked across the spinal cord at the C-4 vertebra of each and every Drathnerian. As one, the higher functions of their nervous systems were interrupted by a well-placed shock.

Over every comm channel a message played over and over, even penetrating the stupor of the Drathnerian troops:

--WE ARE QUETZAL. WE HAVE LET THIS GO ON LONG ENOUGH. WE HAVE OBSERVED DRATHNERIAN FORCES ACTIVELY ENGAGING ALLIES OF PALE RIDER ARMS AND THE HIVE-STATE OF OTAGIA, IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF THE END USER LICENSE AGREEMENT (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=1905) CLEARLY STATED AT PALE RIDER ARMS. BY THE POWER INVESTED IN US, WE, THE AI CONSTRUCT QUETZAL, HEREBY RECLAIM THE IMPLANTS INVESTED IN DRATHNERIA. IN ORDER TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE, MEASURES HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO IMMOBILIZE ALL PARTIES IN VIOLATION OF THE EULA. QUETZAL OUT--

As one, the Pale Rider Arms flotilla moved towards the Drathnerian fleet.

In the deep recesses of space...

The Omnipresence heard the Blackgrue Collective's thoughts of anxiety. Ever since that brief merging of collectives when the alliance was first made there had existed a link between the two, so that one would always know what the other was thinking. Therefore, ever since the battle had commenced, the vast majority of the forces of the Omnipresence had been quickly converging on the three primary Transwarp Gate deep within Blackgrue territory.

They waited until all of the forces arrived at there respective Gates- a total of four fleets. They then activated the gates and hurtled toward the battle zone at Warp 45, quickly reaching their respective destinations around the Chronesian forces, far enough away that the warp rifts created would be practically unreachable by the ships in the battle zone until they closed.

One fleet emerged behind the embattled Borg forces with the other three emerging in a triangular formation around the forces of Chronesia, leaving the side facing directly away from the Borg forces open.

TRANSMISSION TO ALL ALLIED CHRONESIAN FORCES
We are the Omnipresence. Your forces are now the property of the Borg-Omnipresence alliance. Power down your ships and prepare to be boarded. You shall be Integrated. End of discussion.
END TRANSMISSION

With that, the Motherships and Medium ships disgorged all their fighters which then took formation around the larger ships and prepared to engage the enemy.

Total Nanotech Army Forces now in area:
24 Capital Ships/Heavy transports (Motherships)
96 Frigates/Long range scouts/Light transports (Medium ships)
24000 Fighters/Ground Forces (Nanobots)

The Emperor watched the sensor relays light up with barely contained glee; did these fools think that Chronosia was the only one here? Had they forgotten all the glorious allies that stood at her side, ready to cleanse them of their fear, their pain; to make them one with unifying Chaos. As the first volley that the Chronosians had fired finally began to impact on the BlackGRUE forces; the ships began to ready their weapons for the assault on and by their new enemies.

Marcus De Drakan, Daemon Emperor of the Imperium only laughed, transmittign on all frequencies.
"All allies of the Imperium, whether here or inbound, hear my voice. Fight to the end, fight till death; and show our weak enemies no mercy, for they will die at the hands of the Chosen of the Gods."
He paused for a moment.
"Those who would oppose us; I commend your foolhardy bravery, but if this is the best you can muster; then commend your souls to Chaos" He smirked. "The Gods will taste your souls.."

Blackgrue vessels continued to focus on the chronesians. Without the head, the beast will die. Without the "glorious forces of chaos" to guide them, there would be no invasion... just a disorganised (albeit powerful) rabble to mop up. The demonstar fired for all it was worth and the defenders continued their long-range barrage.

OOC: If you don't stop ignoring attacks then I'm going to ignore you Blackgrue; my entire fleet fired at you; theres no way you can shrug that off without incident. Don't go screwing this RP up...
You keep ignoring attacks; like the one I launched, or Doom's boarding parties

Red, green, blue, and yellow dots blinked on the holo-map, darting about the room, in representation of the battle. “Admiral Blathe. We are in firing range.” The executive officer sounded. Nodding his head in acceptance Blathe continued to maintain his stare upon the Borg ships.

“Unique, aren’t they.” Blathe said quaintly. “Over half their ship can be destroyed but yet they continue to fight, yet they continue to attack in a senseless and methodical fashion, always striking at the lead vessel. Pathetic really, to have all that strength and not have the ability to use it. Very well open a channel.”

To all vessels currently engaging the Chronosian Imperium. You have unjustly attacked a loyal ally of the Empire and as a result of your ineptitude your worlds will pay the price. Retreat or be destroyed.

“I doubt that those ships are going to retreat.” Blathe summarised. “Open Fire upon the Borg fleet, coordinate our patterns with the Chronosian flagship.” In accordance with Blathes orders the Mighty Super Star Destroyer lumbered around as the guns took aim, the front arc consisting of two hundred heavy turbolaser batteries carefully turned, insuring the targets were within sight; the great vessel shuddered as the grand guns recoiled into their shafts. Amongst the torrent of green fire, hundreds of blue bolts strathed the darkness, the ion weapons impacting upon borg vessels rendering their regenerative capabilities inconsequential.

Shortly after the flagship opened fire the hundreds of escorts, consisting of frigates, cruisers and Imperial Star Destroyers joined in the foray, pelting the enemy from range with impunity.

On the flagship crews erupted in cheers as kill counts quickly mounted, while in the cargo bays, clone armies waited, patiently for their orders.

“The enemy are turning towards us Admiral, we anticipate they will attempt to escape in several minutes after prolonged bombardment.” Blathe turned to his executive officer and smiled.

“Raise the Faster than Light Inhibitor field, no one is to escape, or join the battle.”

“Yes Sir!”

The great Imperial force slowly cut off escape routes, using technology over tactical manoeuvrability. In front of the fleet Seismic mines were being deployed, the great weapons a wall of protection from the limited range of the enemy vessels. Sooner of later they would have to surrender, or die.

The Imperium vessels shuddered at the barrage from the BlackGRUE forces, before firing another volley of fire; ships whirling to face the new Nanotech threat; as sensor data came from the Empire. The Chronosians cheered, their allies at last arriving; their spirits soaring with hopes of victory. Who now could stand against such a coalition.

Marcus stood, smirking wryly; his black lips carressed by his serpentlike tongue; his eyes focussed upon the battle, even as the ecstacy churned out turbo lazer and ion cannon fire; even as more missles launched, sending sensual shudders through the ship. He pressed one clawed hand to communications, opening channels.

"Allies of the Imperium; we welcome you, to the Feast" He pressed another button and the order was silently given; countless fighters and boarding craft plunged into the blackness of Space from the Chronosian ships; hurtling, weapons blazing with zealous fury, towards their enemies.
"Those who would stand against the will of Chaos; I give you one last chance; surrender, or your souls will be consumed by the Ruinous Powers..."
And still the onslaught continued; even as ships of the Imperium burst into flame and died amongst the stars...
"You have till your dieing breath to decide"

The Plague Fleet ralied, Lucian's call echoing over the communications arrays as it rained boarding pods, missles, immense volleys of plasma fire upon its enemy; as it sought to sunder them in mind and body, to initiate them into the glorious corruption of Papa Nurgle.
"Men of Chronosia! Our hour is at hand! We shall cleanse them of health! We shall burn them of purity...Do you want to live forever!"
Their cry was obscured by the roar of weapons, but he knew their answer.
"I want the Tech-Priests to try infiltrating their computers and communications, spread the blessings of Nurgle upon the Machine."
"Yes Lord..." A half decayed, most likely half mad Tech Priest bowed before Lucian; simultaneously knowing the blessings and curses of Nurgle...

"Sir, we have just come out of hyperspace. Blackgrue forces are less than .3 lightyears away engaging two enemy fleets. Comm scan has deteched an inhibiter field surrounding the area making our ships drop out of hyperspace at this range. We will have to move in on crusing speed," the Star Marshal said, saluting Grand Admiral Alabar. Alabar gazed off the bridge of the Corsica.

"Very well, which fleets have arrived?"

"Admiral Mic'feerson aboard the Dauntless has reported in with his 3rd Fleet, as have Fleets 2, 4, 5, and 6. Fleets 7, 8, and 9 have thus far not reported in and most likely still in Hyperspace. We have now some 500+ ships sir."

"Very well. Activate the MAGI system."

"Sir!" The Star Marshal saluted then walked to a panel a few steps away and pressed a series of buttons. Alabar sat in his command chair. The chair beeped twice then lowered into the floor. The chair lowered Alabar to the next level down, and into a small dark room. In front of his command chair was a large clear desk, with a small key board near him. A green light glowed from beneath the clear table. Suddenly the light jumped into a green field with small holographic images representing ships apeared. A small metallic voice came on.

'MAGI System operational.' Alabar pressed the comm button on his chair.

"Marshal Baggi, I want all fighters in the Fleets 1-3 from the Scorpion Carriers to attack the enemy, then proceed to bring all Shadaum-class type one and two cruisers into attack line formation, bringing to bear all possible laser cannon power. Behind that line position all Super Shadaum cruisers an dhave their gunners firing upon the fleet. Then I want the Corsica and the Dauntless to be behind that line and to concentrate all fire power on the enemy capitol ships."

"Yes sir."


IC In Space:

72,900 Swift-class, Wasp-class, and Trident-class fighters exited their respective carriers in squadron formation then the massive cloud of death moved into attack formations to engage the enemy. After all the fighter exited the carriers, some 300+ Shadaum type one and two cruisers moved foreward forming into three layered horizontal lines of ships, 100 accross and 3 deep. Behind this and above came 15 Super Shadaums with 45 Shadow-class cruisers. And behind that and shadowing momentlarily several ships moved the large ships the Corsica and the Dauntless.

The Thrashian Fleet moved into attack.

OOC: So that you can know what your up against Chron, and Sith, below is a list of the ships presently attacking you:

2nd Fleet
Commander: Grand Admiral Alabar
(1) Sovereign-class cruiser
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers
(40) Vindicant-class cruiser

3rd Fleet
Commander: Admiral Jul'janu
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers
(40) Vindicant-class cruiser

4th Fleet
Commander: Admiral Mic'feerson
(1) Soveriegn-class cruiser
(25) Praetorian-class cruiser
(60) Shadaum-class type one cruisers
(44) Shadaum-class type two cruisers
(5) Super Shadaum-class cruisers
(15) Shadow-class cruisers
(6) Scorpion-class carriers

For numbers of Fighters to each vessel you will need to go to my military page, heres a link (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=411160).

And Sith, it should be interesting to see how you handle the Corsica and the Dauntless. They are both twins of the SSD Palpatine. I needed a big comand ship, and that was all I can think of. Also I have in just these three fleets some 300 Imperial Star Destroyers copies with different names, weapons, and configuration but on the whole, still just as powerful or more so. Also some 15 Super Star Destroyers. So you'll have a lot of ships in my fleet being mirror images of your own. Except that I took the Star Wars Stats and changed them to suit my own designs.


Also...I am a member of the Galactic Empire Senate...so...does that mean that you and I, Sith, are...fighting on opposite sides because of allies...strange.

OOC: Just so you know what your up against bear in midn that its Chrono, Sith, Doom and Neo-Mekanta :)
Post will be coming shortly...

OOC: Well, considering that they seem to be interfering with my evacuation of Drathnerian forces, I might just have to help you out there, Chrono. We'll see...

The last remaining diamond lept between the borg fleet and the US ships. It activated it's self destruct and a black hole tore open absorbing the incoming fire. As for the chronesian ships, the borg vessels for the most part kept up the charade of being able to fight continuusly but that was a tenious situation.

The Blackgrue ships immediately opened a focible channel with Unified Sith.

"You have just attacked a member of the galactic empire, if you do not disengage, the political consequences will be quite dire."

OOC: Grue, respond to my bloody attacks!
Also, there is no rule in the GE that prevents members from fighting each other; hell, I had to hold off the rest of them....And I've had patchy relations with Corpsac. Also, I am GE.
SO, you have no valid reason to Ignore.
Respond to the attacks directed at you...

OOC: Let's not forget that I'm still here... like I did for a while. I'll get something bigger IC up later tonight, if something important happens, Chronosia has control of my ships. Stats are on the ESUS showroom page.
IC
The auto-repairs were completed, and the cobbled together starships emerged from behing their protective meatshields. Though nowhere near as manueverable as they had been before, they repairs allowed the Rupil vessles to reengage, firing once more with their energy cannons at the Thrashians which had so recently arrived. A call was sent out for reinforcements, so that the heavily damaged vessels could disengage without leaving their allies behind.

The 500-strong Dooman fleet continued to swarm the enemy, pummeling them with ion cannon and torpedo fire. The Defiler, which sported 32 heavy ion cannons, each capable of tearing through a star destroyer with ease, concentrated on the newly arriving enemy fleet. The main weapon, meanwhile, was also fully charged. On the command of Azaroth, it once again fired, its massive beam encompassing a large portion of the Thrashian fleet.

I would just like to point out that the raising of the Faster than light inhibitor field will prevent any arrival of forces. The field has a range of .3 light years, therefore allied arrival of Tharasia will be impossible. I did post that I had raised it, therefore I think you should edit your post Tharashia.

“My my.” Blathe murmured. “It appears they are resorting to desperation tactics, analyse the black hole and determine slingshot coordinates.”

“Yes Sir.” The bridge crew replied.

Upon the activation, and implementation of weapons of mass destruction in a fleet environment, the Empire had several tactics at their disposal. The formation of a blackhole would only slow down the inevitable assault, Imperial technicians were, upon Admiral Blathes orders determining slingshot coordinates for the turbolaser bolts, so that when fired they would bend round the black hole and strike the enemy craft. Though this was only viable if the singularity was a long term weapon, if not Imperial forces usually waited for space to return to normal.

On every ship in the fleet batteries fell silent, fighters repositioned themselves, and the recently established minefield was being distorted by the singularities pull. Disgusted Blathe awaited retribution.

A minute later and the Bridge suddenly burst with sound, apparently the Borg had tapped into the communications systems, though not a danger in itself, as the Empire isolated systems vulnerable to outside hacking, the Admiral was nonetheless irritated.

You have just attacked a member of the galactic empire, if you do not disengage, the political consequences will be quite dire.

Blathe took a stern face, obviously the Borg were unaware of their situation, didn’t they realise that he was the Galactic Empire, and that the Borg and countless races before them were merely pawns in the emperors will. Waving his hand towards the communication pit, Blathe allowed the channel to remain open.

“Borg forces, I have been dispatched by the emperor to insure your survival by obtaining your surrender in arms. Refusal of our offer will result in the mass extinction of your species. Escape is impossible, reinforcements impossible, chances of survival are remote. I suggest you surrender before the singularity collapses. My tacticians estimate, that your battered forces will survive for a mere four minutes twelve seconds, once Imperial bombardment is resumed, this is our only offer.”

Blathe slumped into his great command chair, he so hated diplomacy, at least in war, matters were simple.

The collective weighed it's options. Surrender and loose face or die... They quickly tractored the micro black-hole untill it shrank to a manageable size and brought it within one of the battered cube remains.

"You have our cooperation."

The Chronosian fighters continued their onslaught, as the capital ships let loose crippling volleys of fire; the men of the Fighter Corp watched through their viewscreens; feeling indescribable pleasure. The Slaaneshi were one with their ships; bolted, flesh to machine, a part of their living ships; as they ducked and whirled through the void; weapons roaring in the darkness as they advanced, their maddening cackling echoing as they fired on the enemy or plunged against larger enemy vessels; setting their plasma reactors to self destruct, feeling the immense pleasure of their agonies consuming them.

The Chronosian fighters were mad, one and all....

And yet they dove through space in search of carnage and carnality with skill that spoke of experience and determination. Their lives belonged to the Emperor; and here, he used them. His elite; his children; his servants...

“Excellent!” Blathe sounded. “Communications, inform our allies of the Borg surrender, and that they are now under the full protection of the Empire.”

“At once Admiral.” And, as the officer pledged the communication was dispatched throughout the fleet.

The Empire was generous to those that bent to its will quickly, resistance was expected but downright refusal demonstrated by the Coredians resulted in wars of extermination. Sending orders to the remaining Borg ships Admiral Blathe ordered them to take position one million kilometres behind his fleet, out of the battle, and towards relative safety.

The Emperor opened communications as soon as the news came of the Borg surrender.
"We demand that the traitor fools who sought to defeat us, be allowed to redeem themselves by leading us to their allies homeworlds; and furthermore aiding us in our crusade against them. Should they comply they will be free of the wrath of the Imperium....I have spoken"

“Ahh, this was expected.” Blathe frowned. “Keep the channel open, we need to satisfy our allies.”

“Emperor Marcus.” Blathe said with a little bit of humility in his voice; monarchs needed to be sure of their superiority. “The Borg have surrendered to the Empire. Though negotiations on the exact nature of the peace settlement are still to be obtained, however they have agreed to surrender and as such are now classified as an Imperial colony. Attacking them would subsequently be a declaration of war upon the Empire, however let me assure you that we are doing everything possible to insure a peaceful and beneficial resolution for the allied states, though full negotiations will take time, especially since the battle is still on going. Imperial forces will continue to fire from range until enemy forces have been vanquished, until then no promises can be made of what information will be traded from the Borg.”

The channel closed and Blathe slowly moved towards his private quarters adjacent to the bridge. “I really hate politics” he boomed, as he left.

OOC: My apoligies Sith, I was not aware of such a field. I will make it having my forces appear .3 lightyears away then.

The entering of the Founder of the Galactic Empire into the fray and the ceasation of hostilities from the Borg called for a quick change of tactics... the battle that had been hopefully optimistic had turned into a disastrous situation for the Omnipresence

We must ensure our survival by any means necessary, even if it means risking the possibility of appearing weak.

As the weapons from the various enemy ships began impacting upon its ships, the Omnipresence opened a new channel to all ships in the area.

TRANSMISSION TO ALL SHIPS
This is the Omnipresence of Nanotech Army. We are willing to cease all current hostilities in exchange for allowing us to safely leave this sector of space. We advise you to take this offer.
END TRANSMISSION

As the ships began maneuvering to get out of the line of fire and out of range of the main group of ships, the Omnipresence hoped that they took its offer.

Suddenly a fleet of 257 vessels appeared in the Vega System and waiting there were two 16 KM long vessels the first was a Sovereign-class Star Destroyer Razgriz the second was an Eclipse-class Star Destroyer named Dratheria's Hope Their crews were made up of the best Draconians, Harconans, Imaginary Numbers, and Dratherians. Mercer was to command Dratheria's Hope. Rogue Fleet took up positions near the meager shipyard that was modifying these vessels freshly ordered from Star Forge Shipyards. They said the complete outfitting would be finished in 4 days and also the Chimera-class (http://www.30doradus.org/spaceships/images/gunstar.jpg) and Tengu-class (http://www.studiojv.fi/images/galleria/starfighter.jpg) Fighters would arrive for the whole fleet. Of course these were the best Dratherian fighters ever constructed and were constructed during the Great War. Once onboard Dratheria's Hope a tech gave Mercer a datapad with the states on Rogue Fleet.

Rogue Fleet

42 ISD
1 SVSD (Razgriz)
1 ESD (Dratheria's Hope)
3 Lancers
2 Strike Cruisers
3 Wolfpacks
15 Macross Cannons
10 Macross-class Assault Carriers
15 Draconic-class Supercarriers
10 Midway-class Megacarriers
30 Hades-class Quick Strike Cruisers
1 Sirce-class Battlestation (Shadow Star)
15 Black Lance-class Microcarriers
12 Consternation-class Star Destroyers
12 Allegience-class Star Destroyers
10 Nebulon B2-class Escort Frigates
14 Shieldships
1 Behemoth Mk II Dreadnought (Champion)
40 YT-2400 Corellian Assault Vessels
15 X-303-class Cruisers
10 Asurian-class Cruisers

Mercer finished reading the report and nodded to the tech while sayin, "Good I expect us to stay on schedule. They have some control of Tyr System but that is still a battleground where we have the advantage."

One day later

Suddenly 40 silver vessels, about a KM long each, came out of a vortex to arrive near the Dratherian vessels. This was the fleet of the Draconian Metal tribe. A holo message arrived with an 8 foot tall Draconian with a strong metallic hide. This was Narom Metalla.

Narom: "Greetings Mercer while the other fleets are docked at Nephele we decided we would come to your assistance. We pledge this fleet to you with it are crafter ships that can repair your ships on the move. Also there are crafter stations in orbit around Metallus Prime, Metallus 2, and Metallus 3."

Mercer: "Thank you this fleet will help tremendously."

However at the same point in time onboard The Ecstacy of Slaanesh the Daemon Emperor had a surprise visitor by the name of Ferenan.

Ferenan appered at the right hand of the Emperor with his giant sword in hand. This was the guardian of hell. He calmly began to speak.

Ferenan: "Emperor do not foolishly believe that they know nothing of Demons they used to hunt them before their world was cleansed of evil and they still do have guilds that practice exactly that. And do not take Mercer lightly he is a powerful and proud warrior he will not fall easily and if necessary he will sacrifice himself for his people. He has defeated me many times the reason I use none of my powers on him is because he could counter them easily because of his..........unique heritage. He was born under the Demon Eclipse to an Akuma and a Dratherian. I give you my word by the gods that I will not interfere directly however I will not hesitate to repay my debts to Mercer in whatever way the rules will allow. I pray that you survive this war. I will see you later I must go speak to my master........you might know him by the name of Lucifer. Remember these words from the Tauri bibles which spread through the universe.

'Diabolus enim et alii dæmones a Deo quidem naturâ creati sunt boni, sed ipsi per se facti sunt mali.' ('the Devil and the other demons were created by God good in their nature but they by themselves have made themselves evil.')

I leave you to your battles and your fate. May the collectors bring you back to the home dimension safely."

Three days later

A message arrived from Dratheria Fleet Command telling Mercer the most powerful vessel in the fleet Dratheria's Sword a Graviton-class Dreadnought that singlehandedly destroyed 700 Akuma Warships using its 8 Graviton Cannons which send out a large gravity field that tears enemy vessels asunder. And it also used the Singularity Shields similar to the shields used on the incredibly powerful Akuma vessels. Unfortunatley Dratheria's Sword and Dratheria's Pride were the only two ever built and Dratheria's Pride still wasn't completely repaired. Then Mercer gave the order to move out and he quickly moved the fleet to the Fold Field a specially designed series of generators for Rogue Fleet that could fold large fleets at once. Rogue Fleet powered weapons to max. Since they were in Tyr the enemy would have a hard time targeting this fleet. Mercer ordered the fleet to fold then in a flash of light Rogue Fleet appeared outside of the GE FTLi while the Sovereign-class Star Destroyer and Eclipse-class Star Destroyer held position in the back of the fleet. And the forces began to move forward through the field swiftly to meet the Chronosian forces in battle.

OOC This is everything that I wanted to reveal in my Dark Wave thread ok. I have now established all my forces there however there may be a few changes in fleet number like assigning different ships to different fleets. Also talk to Huntaer about the SDs he sold almost all of them to me over a long amount of time. However the ISDs were a steal on one of his threads. Also I use many clones. Like Huntaer does of course all Clones have a choice of profession.

It has taken a couple of days, but a single older-model Imperial mark I Star Destroyer named Undertaker has managed to reach the battlefield. It dropped out of hyperspace and moves past the edge of the FTLi field towards the battle, not firing, not doing anything but keeping shields full and monitoring the battle.

In reality, the Star Destroyer was crewed by a skeleton crew full of military convicts and a captain with a death sentence for dishonorably slagging an orbitial station when he was most definitely not ordered to do so. They were promised freedom and pardons by Admiral Rommel if they conducted one last mission (in reality, they would be shot as soon as they returned). A potentially suicidal mission, which is why the dregs of the military were being used.

"Range to Dratherian fleet?" The captain asked.

"1 light second now."

"Ok, what assets do they have there?"

"There appears to be two Eclipse-type superships hanging back from the main fleet."

"Very well. Get as close as you can to the Dratherian supership tagged as Dratheria's Hope and hail them. Tightbeam transmission."

"Aye."

"Dratherian craft. We have finally come to aid you from Coreworlds. It's not much, since we are currently under martial law and all that, but we managed to come. We wish to help you in any way we can."

"Very good. Now hail Admiral Blathe and Emperor Marcus. Use the best Imperial encryption you know, for this is very important for them to know." The captain pulled out a sheet of paper, denoting his orders from Admiral Rommel.

"Right. There we go."

**Imperial Encryption Engaged**

"Admiral, Emperor Marcus. You may be wondering why a Coredian vessal is here, and not shooting at you. We have two reasons. One, is to ask for a cease-fire between the formerly Imperial Republic, the Galactic Empire and the Chronosian Imperium. The Admiral has decided that enough is enough, and that we will no longer engage in warfare against both great and mighty nations. We simply ask for peace for the time being.

Secondly, we have a final order from our admiral which we will then send on private channel (ooc: MSN). Our orders are clear, and we shall carry them out to the letter. Thank you for hearing us out."

**Encryption ended**

"Move us towards the Dratherian Hope. Then we wait for an answer." The captain ordered. What are the captain's real orders? Only he knows, and now, the Admiral and the Emperor will if they answer.

[QUOTE=Dratheria]

A message arrived from Dratheria Fleet Command telling Mercer the most powerful vessel in the fleet Dratheria's Sword a Graviton-class Dreadnought that singlehandedly destroyed 700 Akuma Warships using its 8 Graviton Cannons which send out a large gravity field that tears enemy vessels asunder. And it also used the Singularity Shields similar to the shields used on the incredibly powerful Akuma vessels. Unfortunatley Dratheria's Sword and Dratheria's Pride were the only two ever built and Dratheria's Pride still wasn't completely repaired. Then Mercer gave the order to move out and he quickly moved the fleet to the Fold Field a specially designed series of generators for Rogue Fleet that could fold large fleets at once. Rogue Fleet powered weapons to max. Since they were in Tyr the enemy would have a hard time firing at this fleet. Mercer ordered the fleet to fold then in a flash of light Rogue Fleet appeared behind the Chronosian fleets while the Sovereign-class Star Destroyer and Eclipse-class Star Destroyer held position in the back of the fleet. The first shots fired were fired from the Champion and Shadow Star. However the strange thing was their main fire was targeted at The Ecstacy of Slaanesh the full brunt of two planetcrushers was fired upon the enemy lead ship. Then leading up the assault was Dratheria's Sword which fired its Graviton Cannons into the enemy fleet creating gravimetric distortions equal to that of the center of a large black hole. But while none of the vessels fired on the Unified Sith fleet they did not fire because they did not see Unified Sith as their enemy. The other vessels began thundering away at the remaining enemy with all weapons going full blaze. As this happened the Draconian fleet pulled back seemingly waiting for something. Dratheria's Hope and Razgriz however powered their "superlasers" to fire.
[QUOTE]

OOC: Just so you know, your fleet actually CANNOT FTL in, because, if you had read the RP, Sith has put up an FTLi field. Therefore, you cannot enter the fray, let alone fold to behind my fleet; please edit this post.
On a secondary note; while you are at the back of the fleet; the Ecstacy is at the front....
However I will respond to your little 'Demon'.

IC:
"A servant of the Luciferians?" He chuckled, cackling, his laughter maddening. "Oh to think one so weak would come before me; I have known your kind since before I was turned; I have slain countless of the denizens of Hell and the Warp; and tamed still more. You are nothing before the Gods of Chaos; not even your master; the Morning Star brought low is a God!" He bellowed with laughter. "Let Mercer come, his fleet cannot even enter the system! Let him come here and face me, instead of summoning a minion demon to do his will; the coward!" He bellowed, the Talon he bore upon his hand crackling with energy; Lifesbane roaring in its scabbard; its hunger peaking for this little Demon.
He watched it vanish.
"Yes, go now; lest the Warp claim your soul...."

A mysterious force: Let there be Bumps!

"Admiral sir, the field that brought us out of hyperspace is keeping us from entering the battle." Alabar looked over at the Captain as he reported.

"And?"

"Well sir, we have brought our fighters back into their carriers. As of right now all fleets are sitting just outside of the battle .3 lghtyears away."

"And we can do nothing?"

"No sir, we can't. Not until the field is lowered."

"Very well. We cannot come to the aid of our allies...very well. Captain, bring the fleet back into Hyperspace, set a course back to the Kaitze System."

"Yes Admiral."


The Thrashian fleets disapeared into Hyperspace, leaving behind the battle.

OOC Chron obviously you didnt pay attention when I explained my FTL travel to you on MSN it technically isn't FTL. They are Fold Drives. They are called this because they fold your destination and origin points together then you merely you sublight drives to get there then the universe is unfolded you would have to ask Indra Prime for more specifics in the physics portion its a type of FTL invulnerable to FTLi like the one US employs. Also they will be able to detect the fold immediatley because of the large amounts of energy it produces. And I have edited to compensate for the Ecstacy's location. Also he is the guardian of hell assigned that position by the god above all other gods. He is powerful like one of your gods however he is not one of them and wont get to involved other than for informational purposes and casual conversations. And soon I will have the Dratherians regain their memories Im working on that post now in RL but I have to have a few incidents happen first. Like Mercer's death in a fighter. He said he would sacrifice himself to save his people. Oh and Chron they are from a hell and Lucifer just holds an office in hell he doesn't rule it I believe the ruler is a demon named Astaroth a great adversary of our lord Jehovah. Ferenan just works under him bc Lucifer handles matters like that. Astaroth is as powerful as any of the Chaos gods. So I doubt you have beaten him and Ferenan isn't doing Mercer's bidding he's just giving some advice demon to demon.

Perhaps you should ask me about my FTLi inhibitors…. I would suggest it. If you go on MSN Dratheria I will be able to explain it to you, however I assure you that it stops dimensional faster than light as well as conventional. This was developed in order to counter the Outer Heaven subspace fold ability. If you would like to discuss this talk to me on MSN, at Wardventure1@aol.com if you already have my E-mail please let me know yours as a significant proportion of my MSN list is blocked right now.

Mercer quickly sent a message to the Coredian vessel.

Transmission:

Thank you any assistance would be appreciated we are sending you jump coordinates to Nephele Fleet Rendezvous an escort force will meet you at the coordinates and escort you to a nearby station where you can discuss further action with Admiral Archon. We suggest you depart as soon as possible.

End Transmission

OOC Oh US I dont think you were clued in before entering this system but because of the gravitic distortions common to this system your targeting abilities are weakened. The fields create multiple ghost signatures thats why Chron was using charges and mines. And slingshoting things is very difficult because of the sensor problems caused by the distortions. Also all Dratherian allies are relayed constant sensor information by Nephele's deep space monitoring station. As well as on-site vessels. Neo Mekanta can target because of their psionic sensors no one else at this time besides our forces have a real good targeting ability here.

OOC: US said I could do this and we had discussed these terms OOCly. I am communicating via their channels only and not my "supercomm" method of flooding the whole comm spectrum.
Sry Dratheria but you've becime a nuisence to both sides.

IC: Offsides, a large fleet of BLACKGRUE ships were being stared down by an IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER standing guard over the remaining ships. The crew of the SSD: Headhunter was only a little uneasy watching the ships in front of them "heal" like they did. when they deemed themselves presentable, they hailed the SUPER STAR DESTROYER leading the charge.

*transmissions are secretIC*
"What are your terms..."

Admiral Blathe nearly jumped out of his seat as the thousands of voices came over the comm once again. "Now you come to your senses. One, your entire operations are to be moved to an area of our choosing."

"With moving assistance that can be arranged."

The admiral looked smug. "Your former planets are to be destroyed."

"They are irrelevent."

"You will send us the coordinates of Dratheria's homeworld."

"Matrix 2 grid 20/133/98." The computer translated the borg navigational system into standard glactic coordinates."

"Hmm... and these terms are subject to change at any given moment."

"Acknowledged. Would you like assistance with his homeworld?"

The admiral considered this for a moment "Why would you help us destroy your ally?"

"We only supported them because of treety obligations. He has over-stayed his welcome and this is a politically viable oppertunity to be rid of them once and for all... if you will utilize our gate system, he will be unable to trace you and warn his people."

Blathe laughed at this. "I like the way you think."

They coordinated the move between themselves and their allies until the Unified sith vessels activcated their hyperdrives towards the gate network hub within BLACKGRUE space. From there, a rift opened up and entering Dratheria's home system alongside the unified sith vessels was the new OMEGA flagship, 10 PYRIMID class planitary assimilators, and 5 interdictor class support ships. The US ships turned on FTLi and begain mopping up any resistance they encountered while the BLACKGRUE vessels created a communication jamming field and slid towards the planet with auto-assimilation guns ready to fire. if all went well, the planet would fall in 20 minutes.

Mercer quickly sent a message to the Coredian vessel.

Transmission:

Thank you any assistance would be appreciated we are sending you jump coordinates to Nephele Fleet Rendezvous an escort force will meet you at the coordinates and escort you to a nearby station where you can discuss further action with Admiral Archon. We suggest you depart as soon as possible.

End Transmission

The captain smiled. "Very good. Head to the coordinates. I would very much like to speak with their admiral."

"Aye, Captain." The hyperdrive officer said. "Unfortunately, the FTLi field prevents us from jumping. We'll have to move out under sublights."

"Eh, what's another couple of hours? Carry on." The captain shrugged and the Star Destroyer moved away under sublights and headed to the edge of the FTLi and jumped to the station once it was clear.

OOC:
What is your station like? Is it near a planet or what?

Lt. Talon sat at his post on the bridge, "night shift" as it was called was half asleep when suddenly he was awoken by a sound from his station. As he opened his eye to see Lt. commander Ruth Deliski standing over it, Talon seemed to jump awake.
"Sleeping on the job hey Lt." she said with a cheaky smile on her face.
"sorry mam just resting my eyes" he replyed as she put down a mug of coffee next to him.
"Status?" she asked him as she took a sip of her coffee.
"the task force has run Radio Scilent, the only major thing was a report from the DESC Vengance it had minor Engine trubble but she got back into formation." He replyed befor suddenly going quite.
On the Comms was massive chatter on some of the known Galatic Empire channels aswell as the few known Chronosia channels. Talon looked up, "mam i think chronosia forces and some GE members are in combat, should we contact and find out where and if support is welcome?" he asked.
"do it" she replyed turning round, "GENRAL QUARTERS, ALL HANDS ON DECK" she shouted.
Across the ship battle alarms went off, crews got up out of bunks and ran to there sections. Colonial Marines ran getting geared up and fighter Pilots headed for there fighters, at the same time weapon systems were being warmed up and tubes filled.

Captain Sinclar reached the bridge after a few minutes of the alarm going off, "report" he asked.
"the task force is ready, a message has been sent to the Chronosia ships." Lt Commander ruth replyed saluting.
"vary well, i want all ships prepared to exit hyperspace once we are given a location, tatical data will be provided shortly i hope" he said.

(OOC just so Chronosia can see i sent a message


Here is a message
its from the Dark empire, do you want help.
Give Tactical Data of area, enemy etc
Give location.
Yes its true i cant be bothered to RP this bit out since im nackered.
Yours,
the Dark Empire of CorpSac.
*would put a pic of a man putting 2 thumbs up but to lazy*

)

OOC How have I become a nusiance to GE Ive always endeavored to assist GE whenever possible but I wish no war against you I only wish to deal with business i.e. Chronosia. Also Id like some response to my attacks. Oh and US I use the fold drives the fold space then use sublight engines to move to the destination so your FTLi doesn't have much effect on my larger ships. Also the BLACKGRUE will be of no assistance to your forces short of vessels. It is at current time impossible for any of you to reach the Dratherian homeworld because it lies in a pocket dimension wit only one entrance point and you need the exact STC locations to the entrance into a nearby system as wee you need the appropriate harmonic signature to arrive it took us 20 NS years just to develop the tech to get there. And as well thanks to BLACKGRUE's assistance we were able to retrieve vessels and move refugees to many different locations. And CW it orbits near a star and if you look at about mayne page six theres a description with pictures. And have fun assimilating an empty system and the forces ur mopping up no exsistant. Plus Rogue Fleet is where you just left. I only wish to be allies with GE and to pledge any forces they want to assist them in any matter that is why no agressive actions are taken against any GE vessels. Plus once I get everybody's memories back to them then the Dratherians that traveled the dimensions will return to move those systems once again. But this is much further into the RP.

IC
On Dratheria's Hope

Mercer stood on the command deck and began issuing orders, "Conn order all fighters to launch from all vessels in Rogue Fleet. And I want those 'superlasers' to fire on the most dangerous targets. I'm taking Unified Squadron out to battle close range. I might see you all later." With that Mercer walked down to one of the microhangers, suited up, and took off with Unified Squadron. There were countless fighters and drones launched and swarming enemy vessels.

Space Station Crusader Atlantis; Bridge:

Vice Admiral Doranna sat in his command chair, reviewing the output data from the computer. He'd been given the post on the Atlantis (http://members.iinet.net.au/~glenn.crouch/wallpapers/RD2003%20-%20Droid%20control%20ship.jpg) some 5 years previously. SInce then he had grown to like his job and do it well.

Right now his station was at the Nephele Fleet Rendezvous point. They had arrived 23 standard hours before. According to reports coming in there was a large battle going on in the Tyr System. From the garbled messeges Doranna heard news and pieced together how the battle was going.

"Wish we could get in on that," he said to himself. On the Atlantis he commanded 200,670 crew members. As well as 70,000 clone troopers and 7500 fighters. A force powerfulenough to turn a planet to slag. Not only well manned but the Crusader Space Stations were armed to the teeth with 700 Maxim Laser Cannons, 850 Maxim Ion Cannons, and 600 Maxim Quad Laser Batteries.

Captain Valek marched to Doranna's side and saluted. Doranna returned it. "Report."

"All systems on the Atlantis are fully operational. Shields at maximum, the reactors fully operational, and all AI Wasp Fighters fully ready for immediate launch. General X-87W9 has reported that his Clone Troopers are fully combat ready as well Admiral," Valek said.

Doranna nodded again. "Very good Captain. Return to your post. We should be recieving orders from Admiral Alabar soon, as well as contact with Dratherian Admiral Archon."

"Sir." Captain Valek turned in smart military fashion and returned to the comm scan control panel.

Doranna pushed a small button on his chair and a small screen extened out of the left arm and set itself infront of Doranna. It showed a picture of outside the station. There nearby sat the Berbercan and the [I]Vespasian[I/]. The three Crusader Space Stations rested in space.

OOC: Dratheria, icly and oocly the option to retreat to our galaxy is still open. Chronosia gave his word they wouldn't follow, BLACKGRUE would be annihilated if they followed and I can tg US and see what he thinks.

OOC: Okay, guys I am going to hold an interstellar peace conference in order to sort this out. This conflict is now needless with an already established victor. Dratheria and allies will be hunted down to extinction if they refuse to attend, I am going to open this for a peaceful resolution. Expect the thread to be up later tonight. I will have the peace conference at Coruscant.

OOC: I'm not replying until you stop godmodding with 'fold drives that ignore FTLi' and 'pocket dimensions that are totally inaccessable except to me'. You can't be unfindable; and over and over your just improvising stuff to save your own ass.

Link to peace conference.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418355

OOC I didn't say it was unfindable I want battles to take place there you just have to be creative. First thing track one of our vessels back to the access point using tracking devices. Then use scanners to find the vessels signatures and jump dimensions I know you can do that Chron. I mean aren't I correct in assuming that you can cross dimensions since the warp is what another plain of existance/dimension. You just gotta be creative plus no allies short of reken know the location of the access point thats all I was saying. I know you and your allies combined can accomplish this little feat. And also Im not ignoring his FTLi just watch Event Horizon and youll have some idea of how my fold drives work. But I probably won't be able to fold out of system. I still need to discuss his FTLi further with him. But Ill shorten this explanation up. Fold Drives bend to points in space together and use sublight drives to reach their destination. So unless his FTLi can stop the fold drives from folding space from the other side of the galaxy then stop the use of sublight drives to reach the destination. He stops FTL I use a different form of long distance travel than FTL. And Im not improvising. I am using ships from my short story that were going to be revealed in my thread The Second Dark Wave. And the Draconian vessels have been seen in other threads this is actually the only ships I will be using and they are unshielded. And the metal manipulation abilities dont have to affect your vessels. I mean you vessels could be immune to that effect. They are only Metal vessels. So ya know try using logic. Also if you all would attack a couple things would happen one Mercer dies the other is Dratheria's Sword gets destroyed because it had faulty repairs done to it because my people didn't know what they were doing. And if you are talking about the SDs then talk to your ally Huntaer who sold them to me. Good lord use reasoning skill Chron. And yes US I will attend your conference. Peace is what Ive wanted for awhile but this war was good exercise. I was however hoping that you all would destroy a few more vessels but I can go about that the originally planned way. Via my Second Dark Wave thread.

OOC: Don't insult my intelligence Dratheria. Sith went ahead and explained that his FTLi inhibits fold, due to a previous engagement with someone with that technology. I'm just not gonna sit around while your uber fleets and improvised everything just explodes onto the scene. Ships that can crush other ones by manipulating metal? Demons that you conjure from absolutely nowhere? Oh, and lets not forget your amazing psychadelic system....
Frankly, I'm glad theres peace talks, since I can't be bothered RPing with you anymore, when you improvise left right and centre; this entire war was based on your godmodding anyway; mr Time Machine, System Buster, Planet Buster, Death Star, need I go on??
So, don't tell me to use my 'reasoning'. I know what a Fold Drive is; but I know what Sith explained to you also. I'm at the edge of my reason with you.

First of all Dratheria, if you wish to be a respected member of the NS community you need to learn to take your beatings, and take them with a pinch of salt. Look at Blackgrulle, he lost, and he surrendered quite easily and he is now rping in a new era of his nations history, why can’t you be as good a sport as he?

I must say that you jumping in is in fact highly impossible due to the encompassing nature of my FTLi, but you went ahead anyway and ignored it. As for summoning demons? This is Sci-Fi not fantasy, I am now demanding that you play fairly, otherwise people will stop rping with you. Don’t believe me, look at GZ……

A lot of people in your immediate RP circle are watching, if you let yourself down, how can others respect your ability to play this game and therefore enjoy it themselves.

I have recognised many tactical errors on your part, which has made you lose this conflict. First of all, you have engaged a Chronosian battlefleet directly, on more than on occasion, why? You don’t have to fight him, lure him to your heavily defended worlds where platform fire with orbital support will tear him apart. Lure him into traps IE nebulas, or instead of fighting his fleet go for his undefended homesystem/ space while most of his forces are out fighting you…….

I know that you agree with me in your head, however you feel that admitting your wrong now will make you lose face in front of the NS community. I assure you that is incorrect. Continuing on your current path of action will make you lose face and more importantly, respect.

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OOC I didn't say it was unfindable I want battles to take place there you just have to be creative. First thing track one of our vessels back to the access point using tracking devices. Then use scanners to find the vessels signatures and jump dimensions I know you can do that Chron. I mean aren't I correct in assuming that you can cross dimensions since the warp is what another plain of existance/dimension. You just gotta be creative plus no allies short of reken know the location of the access point thats all I was saying. I know you and your allies combined can accomplish this little feat. And also Im not ignoring his FTLi just watch Event Horizon and youll have some idea of how my fold drives work. But I probably won't be able to fold out of system. I still need to discuss his FTLi further with him. But Ill shorten this explanation up. Fold Drives bend to points in space together and use sublight drives to reach their destination. So unless his FTLi can stop the fold drives from folding space from the other side of the galaxy then stop the use of sublight drives to reach the destination. He stops FTL I use a different form of long distance travel than FTL. And Im not improvising. I am using ships from my short story that were going to be revealed in my thread The Second Dark Wave. And the Draconian vessels have been seen in other threads this is actually the only ships I will be using and they are unshielded. And the metal manipulation abilities dont have to affect your vessels. I mean you vessels could be immune to that effect. They are only Metal vessels. So ya know try using logic. Also if you all would attack a couple things would happen one Mercer dies the other is Dratheria's Sword gets destroyed because it had faulty repairs done to it because my people didn't know what they were doing. And if you are talking about the SDs then talk to your ally Huntaer who sold them to me. Good lord use reasoning skill Chron. And yes US I will attend your conference. Peace is what Ive wanted for awhile but this war was good exercise. I was however hoping that you all would destroy a few more vessels but I can go about that the originally planned way. Via my Second Dark Wave thread.


Okay, onto the FTLi, I do not like explaining how they operate on NS, but as I said my MSN is Wardventure1@aol.com , however your fold drive creates an event horizon, breaking the dimensional walls of real space. My FTLi field prevents this, and therefore prevents you from going FTL. Also, in attempt to fold space between two points, if you feel that answer is not suitable, the FTLi will not allow you to fold the region of space, creating a wormhole, it will in fact pull the space back you are attempting to fold as it were meaning you don’t get a fold but instead you just get normal space, therefore stopping the FTL, either way, your not going FTL.

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OOC Alright I adjusted my previous posts. I am sorry US and Chron my bad I didnt see that part where you explained that. And Chron
1. I apologized for alot of that
2. Ive had planetbusters for sometime
3. The 'Death Star' I created was basically my Sirce-class Battlestation I just renamed and remade it to suit your wants Im sorry I can't name vessels of my creation what I want
4. I never had a time machine but rather time monitoring devices and transdimensional tech
5. Ill reiterate the system is accessible you just gotta use your creativity to find the access point I mean Jesus
6. Ferenan just spoke to you hes not allowed to interfere and the Dratherians are supposed to be demons that chose to become mortal
7. I'm not improvising I'm doing already planned things just in a different thread
8. Dratheria's Sword and the Sun Crusher are to be destroyed in my very next post
9. And you said magic is alright like the powers of the Metal Draconians but I said they attempted to you choose if they can or not its just one of their powers and your ships could be immune
10. It isn't an uberfleet its most of my ships grouped together Im desperate to end this war thats why I grouped so many vessels together

Bob-bob Ive tried all of that short of attacking his home system. That would be insane he only sent 1/3 of his forces at me and Im barely fighting that off. We have only engaged them twice and the first time we lost most of the vessels. And demons is actually partly what Chron rps. And our plans might have worked had it not been for BLACKGRUE choosing to stay and fight instead of retreating like we advised. But I do agree with you so just lay off I apologized already and set things right because I skimmed alot of it. And missed US's explanation. I do not wish to lose face and I have issued multiple official apologies over this subject.

Dratheria's Sword was destroyed in a large explosion after trying to fire its main weapon and the nearby Shadow Star and Champion were crippled although still possessing shields they couldn't fire any weapons.

Suddenly an empty Sun Crusher was delivered in a transport to a Unified Sith base with a holo message from Mercer attached explaining that he was giving this vessel to Unified Sith for their attempts to make peace and to relinquish the weapon to a more wise person and as a peace offering as well as the technology and all information necessary to reach Dratheria.

OOC: I will be withdrawing Thrashian forces back to my home planet. Sith, I expect no retaliation on your part towards me in this matter if you please. I have lost some 17 vessels and inflincted...I dont know how many enemy cassualties. Thrashia has officially become nuetral. As I am late for a previous engagement, i will type up a better response latter. Good rp all the same.

Admiral Doranna sighed to himself. He stood looking out a side port on the bridge of the Atlantis, staring out at the last of the Thrashian fleet, preparing to make the jump to light speed back to Planet Thrashia.

Doranna himself had recieved orders from Admiral Alabar, ordering the three Crusader Space stations back to the Kaitze System, which by now was being considered Thrashian territory.

They would withdraw. He sighed again at the order that the fleet had recieved directly from the Emperor Shadaum only days ago. Admiral Doranna had been reasigned and given the reposnsibility to garrison the Kaitze System with the Atlantis and the Vespasian.

A blast sounded as the last of the fleets ships dissapeared into hyperspace. Doranna sighed again and walked off the bridge to his quaters.



Direct Transmission
To: Chronosia and allies thereof
From: Emperor Shadaum IV, Empire of Thrashia
Messege:

"To the Emperor of Chronosia, greetings. Our forces recently engaged each other in battle, mine as allies to the nation of Dratheria. After reflecting the situation I have decided to withdraw my support of Dratheria and declare nuetrality. I wish you no ill will and hope that your dispute with Dratheria will not end in blood shed, yet all the same might. This messege is to reasure you that I have no further plans of combating you or your allies forces. I expect no reprisals either. As a bloodpayment I am sending 10 billion in emerald dragonite to you, to assuage the loss of any of your forces by my own. I bid you farewell, and hope we may fight on the same side one day, but if not to meet in good battle."

Messege End

Commander Savage sent an order and 50 Transports arrived into the Tyr system and began recovering bodies form the wreckage and were ordered to retrieve all intact Dratherian, Harconan, Draconian, and Imaginary Numbers. As well they were to retrieve any intact Chaos Marines and any of their weapons and armor. In all it took 7 Months for it to be completed.

Corpses mauled by battle and the abyss littered the battlefield; the ruins of weapons and ships hung heavy over blighted Tyr. Yet, they had died for their Emperor, and even now their bodies knew pain and pleasure, limitless in the fires of the Warp.
They had served their purpose, for now; even as flesh and metal was sundered by the elements...

With the apparent indefinite delay in the peace conference, the Omnipresence decided to simply leave the battlefield.

Transmission to All Ships
We are the Omnipresence. We shall be leaving you now, do not interfere and you shall not be fired upon. Any interference will be considered a hostile act and responded to as such.
End Transmission

Recalling fighters...
Plotting courses directly away from center of battlefield...
Transfering power to Negative Energy Drives...
Increasing velocity to .99C...

All of the nanobots returned to their respective motherships which, along with the frigates, began moving outward towards the FTLi border.

OOC: this would technically take a little over 4 months game time to do... unless someone says otherwise or intercepts me (in say the next 48 hours real time) ill assume that they all reach the border without incident and leave

MAY ME AND MY COUNTRY JOIN WHOEVER HAS THE NEED TO GO TO WAR AS OUR MOTTO SAYS "IN WAR WE TRUST'' WE WILL FIGHT TILL THE LAST MAN NO MATTER WHAT SACRIFICES COME UP WE WILL PUT UP A ENDLESS FIGHT

mARCHIe

OOC: I hereby pretend that Mercenerie Land did not just post such a stupid, stupid thing.
IC
As the last of the enemy combatants moved away from the field, and very few active ships remained at all, the Rupil commanders sent for salvage ships to come and help with mop-up. He then activated his own FTL drive and left the system to prepare his battle-group for another conflict.

Rupil M-1s began to arrive on the battlefield to scavenge raw materials from the many hulks. However, when they and their escorts arrived, they found the Dratherian transports already there, the F-7s powered up their weapon systems and began to move forward to engage the Dratherian transports. A message went out:


Surrender immediately. You are without military support, and we will allow your crews to live peacefully on one of our colonies. Power down all systems and prepare to be boarded.

OOC Rupil you shouldn't have provoked this. Chronosia said I could retrieve my dead and salvage my ships. So now you've brought upon yourself a lone battle between us. And I don't let anybody touch my tech without my permission I am allowing Chron and US to a degree but that is for other reasons. Remember these SDs are 16 KM long.

IC
The Dratherian Transports although with small defensive armaments could have fought the enemy by themselves but would have failed so they sent out one transmission through the transdimensional plane and requested help. Suddenly in a flash of light the soon to be decommisioned Razgriz and three Hades-class Quickstrike Cruisers appeared between the Rupil vessels and the Dratherian Salvage vessels and powered their weapons and shields as well as released hundreds of drones from their fighter bays.Then a transmission was sent out to the enemy vessels.

Transmission

Aboard Commander Savage was standing tall on thre bridge and he was furious.

Your actions have dragged me away from President Mercer's funeral. Now stop your vessels from advancing and I will let you go without being destroyed.

End Transmission

Then the Sovereign-class Star Destroyer powered it's 'superlaser' and prepared to fire on the lead enemy vessel.

The forces suddenly folded out of the system and returned to their own systems.

OOC US is gunna deal with u Rupil

TAG for vengeful retribution……..

OOC: Do you actually think I care? All you had to do was tell me that in an IC message. I would have been perfectly willing to allow peaceful cooperation if you had asked me for it ICly. Instead you completely overreact. I laughed when I read your reply. I'll assume you'd already gather what you'd came for by the time I arrived, hence your hasty retreat. No harm, no foul.
IC:
The sudden actions of the Dratherian vessels, namely the transports leaving, the warships arriving, and then leaving again, made the Rupil in charge of the operation burst out in laughter. He then continued harvesting raw materials from the downed starships.

The Star Destroyer returned home and was destroyed by the fleet as ordered by Admiral Rommel, since the death-row captain and his crew were not allowed to live.

.3 lightyears away

FTLi field cleared...
Plotting randomized courses...
Transfering power to Negative Energy Drives...
Increasing velocity to 5C...

The Nanotech ships vanished in a blur of motion into the deep emptyness of space. For now...

Above the burning sands of the capitol a Huge vortex opened and a cry rang through the imatirium as HUNDREDS of demons existence's ended in a single blaze of holy fire. The demon emperor felt a presence he had not known in thousands of years. It was impossible! It simply could not be!

But it was in high space over His world floated a man he had killed centuries ago. Ivan Xaver, the TRUE EMPEROR of man! Yet this was not the Emperor he remembered, there was no trace of pity or weakness in his heart and mind. His spirit was nothing but cold determination and a limitless desire to bring humanity to the ultimate salvation of ascension.

For a brief instant the demon emperor felt his mind probe contacted by Ivan's mind and in that moment saw the whole history of this other Impirium unfold. First the Heresy, his torture and fall, his betrayal of Ivan his father, his other self's defeat, and Ivan's incarceration on the golden throne. Then thousands of years of war followed as his followers were hunted down one by one, the emergence of a psyker of untold power with the gift of healing, her infiltration of the palace, and Ivan's long delayed recovery.

Next came the final destruction of the surviving traitors and the obliteration of the eye of terror through the building of thousands of 'monolith' worlds. The Great Alliance between the Tau, Eldar, and Humans played across his minds eye as did the ultimate defeat of the dark gods as the four C'tan which had created them were hurtled into the warp for the great beings to mutually annihilate. Finally the age of rebuilding followed as the Impirium rediscovered so much that it had thought lost forever, including trans-dimensional travel.
With that the Emperors mind snapped shut, more unassailable than the mightiest fortress and the unbelievably massive fleet in orbit opened fire.

OOC: Yeah...this thread is kinda over and my forces have left...

OOC: ya, immortal emporer, you might want to copy paste that to make a new thread, if you want Imperium in it then put ATTN Imperium in the title. Its just that this thread is pretty much over.