NationStates Jolt Archive

Chancelorsville... Dominion Capital... Thompsonian Dominion, Constitutional Republic of Tekania...

The Govenors Mansion...

Govenor Jensen, of the Thompsonian dominion sits signing papers before his desk... He reaches over to his
com link...

"Ms Henderson...." Govenor Jensen says into the box.... silence at the other end... "Ms. Henderson?"

Suddenly there is a bang at his office door... The door explodes inward, sending shrapnel througout the
room.... He ducks behind his desk...

Three man in black uniforms and masks, white crosses over their left sleeve enter the room...

"Who are you!" shouts the Govenor... "Guards!"

The men level their phase rifles at the govenor, and fire..... The govenor slumps to the ground... dead...

One of the men lifts his mask off...

"Tell the rest of the teams to proceed... The first heretic is dead... It is now time to take Thompsonia for
Theos" he says... then turning to the other men... "Tell the other teams to proceed..."

"Yes sir, Reverend Robinson..." the men say in unison....

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Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime... Headquarters, Tekanian Stellar Forces...

Office of Chief of Stellar Operations... Admiral Wheeling presiding in the absense of Fleet Admiral Warner...

A Commander enters the room....

"Sir.." he says... "We've had reports of a momentary distress signal from Captain Peters on the TRSS Monroe..."

"Where is the monroe?" asks Admiral Wheeling....

"Thompsonia sir..." responds the Commander....

"Thompsonian Dominion? Has there been any other contact?" the Admiral asks, concerned...

"Yes sir... No response... We also tried hailing the Alexander and Chester as well... We've recieved no response
from them either..." the Commander replies... "Orders sir?"

"Dispatch the TRSS Hampton to Thompsonia..." commands Admiral Wheeling...

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Orbital Space.... Thompsonian Planetary Dominion...

The TRSS Hampton exists a wormhole near the planet...

"Report..." commands Commodore Holt...

"We've got three vessels in orbit, sir... Confirmed, they are the TRSS Monroe, Alexander and Chester..."
responds a young lieutenant... "Sir! They are firing at the planet!"

"Where?" says Commodore Holt, startled...

"They are firing at legislative houses near the Capital, sir!" the LT responds...

"Hail them...." commands Commodre Holt...

"Trying sir...." the LT blurts back... "Sir, they are turning... Sir! They're firing at us!"

"All back! Full! Bring shields online!" shouts Commodore Holt....

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Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime, New Dominion, Constitutional Republic of Tekania...

"Sir..." says the Commander walking back into the CSO's office... "Report from the Hampton... they say they have
been fired on by the Alexander, Chester and Monroe.."

"What?" says Admiral Wheeling in a startled tone... "They receive any other response?"

"No sir, the only response was weapons fire..." the commander replies...

The Admiral looks distraught.. "Get me Vice PResident Correll on the line..." he commands...

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Yorktown, Federal District of the Constitutional Republic of Tekania... Tekania Prime....
Presidential Mansion.... Vice President Jack Correll serving in abense of President Williamson....

A young woman enters the room...

"Sir.." she says... "I've got Admiral Wheeling on the line from Eagle One... he says it is urgent..."

The VP picks up the line....

"Yes Admiral Wheeling...." there is a pause... his face goes ashen... "are you sure?" Another pause...
"I understand...." He closes the line.... "Contact the Senators... Tell them I need to convene a meeting
with congress..." the VP says, face ashen... "Tell them it is urgent... And contact the Secretary of the Interior..."

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Two days later... A news broadcast over the Tekanian National News Network...

A replay is being made... A man, in military garb stands before a podium...

"Fellow Brethren of Thompsonia... The Theonoman League has taken Thompsonia for Theos! May He reign supreme
over all... We have freed our fellow Christians in the name of Theos from the oppresive heretics, who wish to
go against the most Holy Law of Theos! From this moment on, all non-Christians will be slaughtered... And the
Reformed Church of Theonomism will be the official religion of this new kingdom! A Kingdom of Theos... We will
instill Theos most holy law upon the people once more! Death to all Heretics!"

The scene changes to a young anchor... With a worried look on his face, he begins speaking...

"That is the message that was sent out earlier in the day... It followed several days after all contact was
lost with the Dominion government in Thompsonia...

Earlier today Vice President Correll met with a joint session of congress... Talks are being commenced for
possible military action against the insurgency that has occured and overthrown the government of Thompsonia...

Scattered reports have come in from news operatives in the Thompsonian Dominion... There are reports, not confirmed,
of mass executions occuring... Including executions of anyone who does not adopt the beliefs of this new regime.

I think we are all in agreement, and that our hopes will be extended to all people in the Dominion of Thompsonia,
and to those with relatives there..."

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Thus begins the Thompsonian Civil War.....

OOC: Tag..
IC:

Many, many lightyears away, in a dark corner of the galaxy, is one of theImperial Intelligence's space probes - listening and absorbing everything in it's way.
It absorbs the Tekanian radio transmissions and sends them directly to the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters.

- Sir, we've got something in sector 14B, quadrant 455....just outside the Nechta warpgate it seems.

- Let it wait, recruit. It probably is nothing anyway...

- I'll put it aside til later then, sir.

- Do that, recruit.

OOC: (tag) this is on a Myrodor HomeStar Captial Ship, which essentially functions as a planet for its people. They have no home planet and frequently send drop-pods down to other planets for resources, trade and war if need by. They are peaceful by nature but when provoked can be dangerous.
pic of HomeStar at www.freewebs.com/myrodor/index.htm

IC:
"Sir, gunfire has beed detected in sector 14B, quadrant 455, the target is a planet and it appears the attacker is a capital ship"
"Right, i want a full anylasis on that weapon, those ships and that planet, find out who belong to and what the hell is going on!"
"Yes Sir!"
The Admiral stepped up to the podium in the Communications Array, his face appearing on every screen in the enormous room
"Attention, People of Myrodor", he said, "i want everyone who is not working on anything Code 3 to switch to sector 14B quadrant 455, i want a full report on anything and everything, good day." he stepped down and retired to his quarters. he would bring the results to the Admirals Board Meeting in an hour.

in the admirals board meeting...

"Attention, Admirals of the Myrodor HomeStar, it has come to our attention that not long ago, hostilities were detected nearby. I have with me the results of an extensive check on the area and have concluded the following;

1) The planet under attack is Thomsonia, ruled partly by Vice President Correl.
2) Recently, an uprising of resistance troops captured three cruisers
3) The leader of the resistance is Theos, a christian extremist
4) A strange anomaly has appeared nearby, most likely a warpgate"

murmuring spread through the room...

"furthermore, The Emperor has decided that we must intervene and help te Thomsonian people regain these capital ships. communications to their capital will be dispatched shortly and upon confirmation, military action will be taken. We cannot allow these people to be enslaved and murdered by these scum!"

an almighty cheer erupted from the admirals, who went about readying the military and changing the HomeStar's course. Lasers were preped, missiles were armed and marines were breifed as the HomeStar entered battle...

OOC: again, HomeStar pic is at www.freewebs.com/myrodor/index.htm

Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime... Office of the CSO...

Outside Admiral Wheelings window, three wormholes open up.... The Admiral looks momentarily worried.... Several cruisers take up picket... suddenly vessels emerge.... they are large craft, much bigger than the Monroe and her sisterships.... Kali class Battlestars returning from deep space operations...

'Thank the Lords'... Admiral Wheelings thinks to himself...

"Communique from Vice Admiral Dewey on the Anubis sir..." says a voice over the comm...

"Tell them to dock and prepare for resupply... I also want a readiness report..." commands Admiral Wheeling....

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Just outside of Thompsonian Planetary Dominion space....

Bridge of the TRSS Hampton....

"The vessels have dis-engaged sir..." says one young officer...

"Good... send another dispatch to....." says Commodore Holt... who is then interupted...

"Sir... I'm picking up a large vessel on long-range sensors... It is headed this way..." the officer blurts out....

"What the hell, now.... are they hostile?" Commodore Holt asks...

"Unknown, sir..." says the officer...

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Chancelorsville, former Dominion Capital of Thompsonia....

Govenors Mansion, now occupied by Theonomist king Robinson...

"Sire..." says a man in a makeshift uniform, walking into the room.... "Vice Prelate Hitchenson on the Monroe has reported that the heretic vessel has been chased from the system..."

"Good, son... Tell the Vice Prelate I am pleased...." the King responds.... "Tell them to return to orbit of Thompsonia... It is no doubt those heretics in Yorktown will be sending more of vessels to try to usurp Theos' own kingdom... What of our cleansing operations?"

"Sire, the cleansing is commencing as ordered... We have managed to kill several of the heretical churches in this Dominion... There are still some old forces loyal to the former Governor fighting... But their numbers are dwindling fast... We have also managed to capture some more of the heretics who were hiding in the city... Your orders sir?" says the man...

"Prepare the fires of judgement...." says the King, with a smirk on his face... "It is time they met with Theos for the judgement of their souls...."

"Attention: To the remaining loyal forces of Thompsonia-

It has come to our attention that the madman Theos has initiated a full-scale invasion of your planet, thompsonia.

we have no hostile intentions towards you, and are willing to aid your people in this struggle. We are approaching Thompsonian space now and with your permission, will dispatch space and ground forces to either the captured ships or Thompsonia itself.

these extreme terrorists must be stopped at all cost, and we hope that our military involvement is of some value to you all.

respond ASAP

High Amiral S.N.Peters of the Myrodor Homestar"

At the same time, in the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters at the Helvetian homeplanet, the Intelligence officer starts to decoding the radio transmission.
After a couple of minutes, he gives up and throws the decoder into the wall, and the whole team of officers in the room looks at him surprisingly.

- What!? He screams.

- You need some help with that, Turalius? One of the officers reply.

- Sigh...it seems to be some kind of complex signals. I've only been educated in transmission from mark one to eleven....this one must be at least twenty. He explains.

- Well, let me take a look. And you should really apply to the Ministerium Educatius for some vocational training. He says with calm.

The other officer takes up his decoder and starts decoding the transmission, this time with success, and he is surprised of the content.
He quickly runs to his workstation, plug-in the decoder and sends the decoded transmission to one of the Overlords (sort of Generals).
As the transmission arrives to the Overlords Ministerium, Overlord Emphatus receives it. He calmly plays the transmission for the Council members, and then steps up to the podium preparing to speak.

- Fathers, Brothers. Once again we have a great opportunity to expand our glorious Imperium. This transmission clearly reports that there is some kind of civil war on this planet, wich means that it will be easily conquered with some strategic skills. We already have our 23rd Army nearby, and the planet is located very near to one of the elven warpgates if we need to send in reinforcements. All I need is the Emperors permission to launch the attack. He says with a dark, convincing voice.

The Council Father arises and weten his lips before he speaks.

- We will recieve the Emperors orders in a couple of minutes. (Four minutes later). Brothers, listen up! Our glorious Emperor has given the order...launch the attack. May The Emperor watch over you Overlord Emphatus. The Father says.

OOC: If you don't like me to interfere this way, just tell me. Anyway, the attack will take a while so...

Just outside Thompsonian space.... Bridge of the TRSS Hampton...

"Communications from that vessel sir..." says the comm officer... "They appear to be friendly... They say they want to help..."

"Send a message...." commands Commodore Holt...


**** Message to ADM Peters ****
FRM: Commodore Holt, TRSS Hampton, DN-109, Tekanian Stellar Navy...

We thank you for your provision of assistance in this matter... We request you to head to our position... (coordinates transmitted) for intercept with the TRSS Hampton...

We are presently awaiting official orders from Fleet command on the commencement of operations. Vessels are being recalled as we speak to handle this situation... We request you to stand by as well, and coordinate activities with the Flag when they arrive, so as to limit as many civilian casualties as possible...
**** END ****

Outside in space... two wormholes open up in space near the Hampton...

"Incomming wormholes, sir....." says the science officer.... "Confirmed... TRSS Atlas and TRSS Okeanos....

The newly arriving vessels are much larger than the Hampton... almost twice as large as a matter of fact... Similar design.... but close to 3 kilometers in length a peice, more than 2 billion metric tons in mass (The Hampton is barely 1.5km and only about 500 million metric tons)....

OOC: For refference the Monroe and the two other cruisers are about 1.2km in length.... mass of about 230 million metric tons...

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Bridge of the TRSS Atlas, Battlestar, BSG-45... Vice Admiral Porter Commanding....

"Transit complete sir...." says the helm officer....

"The Okeanos reports safe arrival as well, sir..." says the comms officer...

"Very good, hail the Hampton.... Tell them Vice Admiral Porter on the Atlas has command of this sector..." commands the VADM.

The two wormholes collapse in sync with the energy readings dying on the two new arrivals....

Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime....

At least 20 wormholes open near the station...

Vessels begins pouring from them... some in states of damage....

Meanwhile... Office of the CSO....

"Sir... the Sol fleet is returning from engagement..." says someone over the comm channel....

"Status?" asks Admiral Wheeling....

"We have the Battlestars Kali, Shiva, Orion, Thor, Hathor, Aphrodite, Horus and Mitar... The Dreadnoughts Hastings, Saratoga, Georgetown, Richmond, Roanoke and Montpilliar... And the Cruisers Warner, Holt, Zeth, Rickover and Stephenson...." says the voice...

"What of the battlestars Anubis, Chronos, Pegasys and Freyre?" asks the Admiral...

"They are completeing resupply sir... They will be ready by the end of the day, sir..." says the voice...

"Good, unless its the V.P. don't bother me, I need to prepare the mission commands for the new arrivals.... Oh, any word from President Williamson or Fleet Admiral Warner?" asks the Admiral...

"Not directly sir.... The Battlestar Hyperion over Krioval has reported that they have been ordered by the President to prepare for a return...." says the voice..."But the President hasn't boarded yet sir..."

"Very well..." says the Admiral, as he returns to his console to prepare briefings....

"Sir, we've got something!"
"what is it luetennant?" asked the Admiral
"recent reports show a 500% increase in non-Thompsonian scout ships within the last two days, something could be stirring"
"what class are they?"
"currently unknown, but they all belong to Helveticuz, and we have not been informed of them assisting the Thomsponian people"
"any chance of a coincidence?"
"yes, slight, it appears that the nearby barren planet has been looked at for purchase by Helveticuz, they could just be checking out the neigbours"
"very well, move to level 1 alertness"
"understood sir!"
"now, prepare the Negotiations Ministers transport, and the finest 20 of his elite guard. He is to board the TRSS Hampton and speak with whoever is incharge. I have full autherisation for this from the emperor himself"
"i'll get a team right on it sir"
"good, and ready the fighters, incase these Helveticuz guys turn nasty"
"on my way"
OOC: Huh..? I haven't even moved my forces yet, so please, edit that post.
And one more thing, i've never been in that sector before - so i couldn't possible have been interested in purchasing on of the planets there...just FYI.

On Macharia, the planet of warfare, Overlord Emphatus arrived with his 43rd Army. He and the other Overlords is having a meeting, discussioning the tactics and strategies that will be used during the battle.

Meantime, in the Capital ship St.Lysander, Admiral Solarius is given the order of putting his fleet into attack formation and prepare the ships for the coming attack.

"now, prepare the Negotiations Ministers transport, and the finest 20 of his elite guard. He is to board the TRSS Hampton and speak with whoever is incharge. I have full autherisation for this from the emperor himself"
"i'll get a team right on it sir"


OOC: sorry about all that, i got carried away...

Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime....

A single wormhole opens.... and another large ship emerges... markings, TRSS Hyperion.....

The vessel heads straitway into the stardock of the Eagle One station...

Moments later, in the CSO's office... President Williamson and Fleet Admiral Warner enter....

"Report Admiral...." says Fleet Admiral Warner...

"I've recalled as much of the fleet as possible, sir..." responds the Admiral... "We are presently rearming most of the ships... Alot of the ones comming from the Sol system have damage, we may not be able to get them out that soon... though we have at least 30 operational vessels that we can dispatch by the end of the day..."

"What's the rest of the situation?" asks President Williamson...

"Sir, current reports indicate that all known government officials in Thompsonia have been assasinated by the Theonomic party there... Their leader, a Reverend Robinson, has instilled himself as king... The meager reports we have gotten from on the planet indicate that he is commiting genocide against our own people... Millions have been likely killed... mass executions... any really, who do no subscribe to their views..." responds Admiral Wheeling...

"Fleet Admiral Warner is back in command..... Admiral Wheeling... I want you to accompany me back to Yorktown...." says the President....

The President and Admiral Wheeling leave the office....

Fleet Admiral Warner sits down, and begins reviewing the mission reports on his desk of the situation...

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Some time later... The President has relieved Vice President Correll....

Before him on his desk is an Bill from the Congress.... A declaration of war against the Insurrgents on Thompsonia....

'I never thought I would be sending my own people to fight my own people'... he thinks to himself...... Then, with pen in hand.... he signs the document, and hands it to an envoy before him.... Who takes it, and heads out of the office, to give it back to the Senators, who are waiting....

'God help us all....' the President mumbles under his breath....

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Just Outside Thompsonian space..... Bridge of the TRSS Atlas....

"Incomming tranmission from Eagle One...." says the comm officer.... "We have orders to await the arrival of the TRSS Anubis, TRSS Pegasus and TRSS Chronos... As soon as they arrive, we are to commence operations against the TRSS Monroe, Alexander and Chester over Thompsonia.... and destroy them if neccessary.... And report back once the mission is complete..."

"Acknowledge their command..." says Vice Admiral Porter.... "I never thought I'd have to destroy our own vessels before...."

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Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime.... Office of the CSO...

Fleet Admiral Warner stands before four other Vice Admirals.... Vice Admiral Dewey of the TRSS Anubis.... Vice Admiral Mannings of the Pegasus.... Vice Admiral Bradley of the Chronos, and Vice Admiral Plestone of the Hyperion....

"Admirals.... You missions are simple... You are to take out the three cruisers with all possible force... Once your mission is complete, you are to report back, The Hyperion, Kali, Ganesha and Thor are being outfitted for planetary assault... They will be dispatched once the cruisers have been eliminated... So once you have taken the cruisers out, you are to keep the sector clear of any hostiles who may take advantage of our situation...."

"What of our own cruisers here at Eagle One?" asks Vice Admiral Plestone...

"We are keeping them, as well as all other operational vessels here at for Protection... We have too many damaged vessels being refit from the encounter with the Cass forces in Sol..." responds the Fleet Admiral.... "If that is it?"

"Yes sir..." the Vice Admirals say....

"Then, get to your crews.... We have a Dominion to take back for the Republic...." the Fleet Admiral says...

The main hangar bays opened as four Multirole exited the HomeStar and a Diplomatic Transport followed a moment later. The Multirole circled the TRSS Hampton, not taking any chances as the Transport was autherised and then successfully docked.
The door opened with a hiss as eight of the elite guard marched out and kneeled before the Thompsonian representetive. the dimplomat kneeled as his guards stood, and introduced himself promptly. The Thompsonian nodded and lead them towards somewhere where they could negotiate. The rest of the guard followed, their weapons carried with a peaceful stance, safetys on.

OOC: in short, what do you want us to do?

Vice Admiral Porter had come aboard the Hampton for the meeting...

"We are Tekanians... Thomsponia is a dominion of this Republic, or at least is supposed to be...." Vice Admiral Porter begins..." We are presently awaiting the arrival of three more Battlestars... Our orders are to await their arrival.... And then begin engagement of the cruisers Monroe, Alexander and Chester... Destroy them if necessary.... And then wait for the arrival of several more vessels before beginng planetary assault..."

Another envoy with the Vice Admiral hands out photos....

"These are the leaders of the insurrection on the planet... If possible, they are to be taken alive... As well as any forces in their command... The government in Yorktown wants to ensure these men receive a fair trial... If they are captured, Wolfish convention standards are to be maintained... If it is not possible.... You are to take them down with all possible force... These men have commited genocide against fellow Tekanians....

The first image is King Robinson.... He is the leader of this movement... The next is Regent Ronson.... he has been running the extermination campaign on Thompsonia... followed by several other commanders of this group.... These men are religious zealots... It is likely they will die for their cause... As well as their lieutenants... Civilian casualties are to be avoided at all costs.... But watch out... These men are likely to care much less for them than we will....

The ground operations will be handled by Major General Hallow of the Tekanian Stellar Marine Corps.... he will be arriving on the TRSS Kali after we have cleared the orbital space of Thompsonia... Once this mission is complete, operational objectives will be handed to him... And we will begin the ground assault briefings....

If there are no further questions...." the Vice Admiral finishes....

Back at Macharia, the three Overlords was still discussing about the attack and the invasion the the planet in sector 14B, quadrant 455, when they were interupted by an Imperial Guard officer.

- Excuse me, your majesty, i have received some information about the planet in sector 14B, quadrant 455. He said rapidly.

- Speak. Overlord Chrimerius said promptly.

- One of our Intelligence probes have intercepted some new transmissions from the same area. They show that another force have interupted the civil war, and is trying to help them. The Guard said.

- Oh...that's not good. That's not good at all. Maybe we have to use a larger force...what do you say, Overlord Mortarion? Emphatus said with a dark, convincing voice.

- I do not think that is necessary. We will crush these unclean specimen like bugs, and they will bow to the power of our great Imperium. So it has been for a thousand of times a thousand of years, and so it shall be once more. Mortarion said calmly.

- Then so shall it be. Notify the 3rd Army and St.Lysander's fleet, establish orbital bombardment ASAP and make sure the fleet is well protected. I sense great opponent forces assembling...but they will be put out of misery. Emphatus said with his even darker voice.

In the outskirts of sector 14B, quadrant 455, the Imeprial fleet of St.Lysander made final preparations for the attack, and waited for the order to advance.

"that will be all" states the Negotiations Minister, "the planetary assault will be ready for full dispatch in 48 hours"

they boraded their transport and flew back to the HomeStar, the multiroles doing a final sweep of the area before reporting in with nothing to show. they land the hangar doors shut with a dull thud.

"confirmed!" the admiral shouts, "we have the go-ahead, prepare for planetary assault of Thompsonian soil. Its time to give that planet back!"


ATTN:
"Vice Admiral Porter,
recent scans have indicated that an assault with three of your 'rougue' capital ships will be certain suicide, without even taking into account planetary defences or smaller fighters. We will firstly have to clear these obstacles or make nothing more than target practice for these extremeists.
We are planning to send in 1st and 2nd divisions comprising of infintry, and 5th and 6th divisions comprised of armour*. we will head straight for the capital and establish a perimeter, before announcing ourselves to the insurgents with 3rd and 4th squadrons* of bombers. care will be taken to curb the probable damage to civilian areas, but military targets that oppose us will be terminated on sight. Make sure you inform you resistance to their invasion not to fire on Myrodorian military, as fighting these terrorists is hard enough without such wildcards.
Yours respectfully,
Admiral J.R.Peters of the Myrodor HomeStar



OOC: ***go www.freewebs.com/myrodor/military.htm for my army listings ***

OOC: Edit... Yorktown Federal District is located on Tekania.... about 5 lightyears away in a neighboring system... This is Thompsonia... seperate planets... The Constitutional Republic is made up of 5 planetary systems... Tekania (New Dominion/Old Dominion), Tekarna, Tekadia, Celestus and Thompsonia... Yorktown is an island city on the surface of Tekania Prime... the home planet of this Republic...

All info is in the NSwiki entry located in the link in my sig.... Including a map of the Republic...

OOC: ahh i see

also helveticuz;
"imperium"
"Lysander"
"mortarion"(not so sure about this as the others)
"Orbital bombardment"

is it just me or do you play w40k: dawn of war? (or like the sm?)
mortarion sounds familiar,
orbital bombardment is the huge laser(s)
lysander is (if memory serves) a librarian
imperium is well, the imperium...
not complaining, just thinking and typing...

Tag

bump

An interrogation room, somewhere inside the former Governors Mansion.... Chancelorsville, Thompsonia....

A man sits bound to a chair, his head still being held up, though under extreme duress... His shirt is torn, and streaks of dark blue blood can be seen running from wounds along his chest and face...

"Let's go about this again... hey Captain?" says the interrogator...."What did you send in your transmission?"

"Peters, Oslo, Captain, Tekanian Stellar Navy... Service Number 2231-1011-3329..." says the Captain...

The interrogator takes a whip... shards of glass tied to the end of it... he dips it in some vinegar, and slaps it accross the captain's chest... new wounds open, more blood... the captain screams...

"How much longer are we going to have to go with this before you start talking?" the interrogator says.....

"Peters, Oslo, Captain, Tekanian Stellar Navy... Service Number 2231...." the captain begins.....

Another smack with the whip....

Amongst the screams, the self-appointed King enters....

"Has he talked yet Prelate?" asks the King...

"No sir..." says the Interrogator... "He is being quite uncooperative towards the forces of Theos...."

"Perhapse fire will open his mouth to Theos more..." says the King....

"Yes sire..." say the interrogator, a smirk crossing his face...

The King walks out as the interrogator lights a small blow-torch.... He steps into the cooridor, and as the door closes, horrid screams can be heard.....

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Thompsonian Orbital Space..... Bridge of the 'Hand of Theos' (Former TRSS Monroe)...

"Report from the King Robinson, Lord...." says a young man in Theonomic uniform.... "They have captured all of the planetary defense cannon installations...."

"Good...." says Vice Prelate Hitchenson.... "I have a feeling this moment of Peace the Lord Theos has graced upon us will come to an end soon.... Tell the Judgement and Vengence to begin sweeping the system for K-tube activity... I have a feeling those heretics in Yorktown will not lay dormant much longer...."

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Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime... Office of the CSO... Fleet Admiral Warner preciding....

"Sir"... saysa voice over the comm.... "The Anubis, Pegasus and Chronos are departing...."

"Very good..." says Fleet Admiral Warner...

The Fleet Admiral turns to his window.... The three large Kali class vessels can be seen moving from out from the station doors.... They travel a short distance, and then, activating the wormholes, zip out of the system...

'Good luck my friends...' FADM Warner thinks to himself...

A man enters.... in Tekanian Marine Corps garb...

"Major General Hallow...." the FADM greets the new arrival.... "You have a report?"

"Yes sir... My divisions are completing their loadout..." says MGEN Hallow...

"Good..." says FADM Warner.... then he turns to a tactical readout......"For your breifing, I recommend we center our attention on the planetary defense cannons..." he continues pointing towards several placements on the screen... "Chances are the theonomists have already captured the installations... There may be alot of fire going on during the assult... Your last objective is to capture Mr. Robinson and his juniors... The Federal Government wants these men tried for their crimes..."

"You know sir," begins MGEN Hallow.... "It is unlikely that we can capture them alive..."

"I am aware of that General..." says Fleet Admiral Warner... "but orders stand... they came from the Senate..."

"Understood sir..." the General replies....

"You're dismissed General, tend to your men..." the FADM commands...

"Aye sir..." says the General as he leaves the room....

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Just outside of Thompsonian space....

Three wormholes open, and the TRSS Anubis, TRSS Pegasus and TRSS Chronos joins the TRSS Atlas, Okeanos and Hampton... along with the alien vessels....


**** Transmission from the Atlas ****
TO: All allied vessels....
FRM: Vice Admiral Porter, TRSS Atlas BSG-45.

All units are to move into the system.... Begin deploying fighter wings... engage the three captured vessels TRSS Monroe, TRSS Alexander and TRSS Chester... The vessels are to be destroyed..

We may be under heavy fire from defense cannons on the planet... Once the cruisers are taken out... begin bombardment of defense cannon installations from orbit... No planetary landings are to occur until arrival of the TRSS Kali and fleet with Major General Hallow...

You have your orders.... Atlas out....
**** END ****


The vessels turn, and begin heading into the system, as fighters are launched from the Tekanian vessels...

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Thompsonian Orbital space.... bridge of the 'Hand of God'....

"Prelate... the Vengance says she detects vessels entering the outskirts of the system..." says a young officer....

"How many? And what are they?" asks the Vice Prelate...

"More than 6, my Lord.... 5 Kali class, the Hampton is with them... and there are other vessels of unknown configuration..." says the young man....

"Unknown? Those heretics in Yorktown have likely found some animals to assist them... Heretics.... we will not let our soil be desecrated by the blood of animals!" the Vice Prelate responds in anger.... "How many wings do we have?"

"Few my lord... We have plenty of fighters, but only about 100 pilots...." the officer responds...

"Send them out... and bring weapons and armor online..." the Vice Prelate commands....

"1st and 2nd squadrons, report" said the Admiral
"1st squadron command, callin in"
"2nd squadron, all here"
"excellent," the Admiral said, "mulroles, stay behind the frigates and surround the TRSS Monroe, corvettes and Claymores, ingage with EMP missiles, target the power plant, weapons power plant and shield generator."
"understood" they both replied
he left the room and went to consult the high admiral, something not done since apha conflicts.
"Your honour, they are moving to engage shortly, the first of the multiroles have left the hangar now, with the Claymores and the corvettes delivering EMPs to critical targets."
"good. and of the frigates?"
"they are providing anti-balistics cover for the multiroles, who will draw their fire"
"there will be no need" replied the high admiral
"excuse me?"
"that ship has not docked since the uprising, since there would have been onboard resistance to the takeover, it is highly probable that they are running on little more than a skeleton crew"
"i see sir" he replied "but what of the fighters?"
"what fighters? these are fanatics, not pilots, hell, not even proper soldiers. we shall be largely unnopposed."
"very well. shall i consult the board to put the contingency plan on standby, incase these Thompsonian ships prove dangerous?"
"yes... but EMP IPBM's only... there have been enough casualties already."


spreading into an even formation, 1st and 2nd squadrons made way towards the TRSS Monroe. from the outside, it appeared an almost lifeless husk, with the only signs being the odd light and the dull glow of one engine. With utmost precision, the multiroles encircled and the frigates opened fire upon gun emplacements on the ships hull. the corvettes and Claymores followed, 1040 simultaneous EMP missiles screaming towards their targets, the blue flare illumitating the scene. two large vessels emerged from the hangar, opening fire on the Myrodorian Ships. seconds later, a swarm of around 60 small fighters left the capital ship and attacked the frigates.
the power plant was the first to go 300 EMPs frying the circuits and putting lights and engines out. the sheild generator was next, going down with a cheer from the Myrodorians. and as the the remaining missiles approached the weapons powerplant, something unexpected happened. one of the large enemy ships flew straight into the block of missiles, the sheer mass of metal shredding the hull in a matter of miliseconds. the Monroes turrets fired, shreiking bolts of pain ripping into the mass of fighters. a Myrodor multirole went down, crashing into the bridge of the Monroe, but causing limited damage. for ten long minutes the fighting continued, the Myrodorians finally gaining the upper hand and chasing off the remaining extremist fleet. then, the lasers from the monroe converged upon one of the four Claymore Battleships, turning it into a molten ball of metal and flame as the mortally wounded pilot steered it towards the Monroe.
"for the emperor!" he shouted
"for the HomeStar!" yelled another
"for Myrodor!!!" cried the survivors, crowded around the front viewscreen, staring death in the face.

the collision rocked the Monroe making it spin so the turrets fired into the oblivion. the Claymore had hit the life support systems, and unless they shut down the area they had less than an hour of air. the Myrodorian fleet began to break through the thick hull, opening large wounds in the ship. the air rushed out, and with no more artificial gravity, occupants were swept out by the masses as the rear section burst into flames.

Myrodor forces have reported a loss of 43 small ships, two large ships, 8347 crewmen and the temporary grounding of 40 small ships and 2431 crewmen.

The Thompsonian War has truly begun...

OOC: ahh i see

also helveticuz;
"imperium"
"Lysander"
"mortarion"(not so sure about this as the others)
"Orbital bombardment"

is it just me or do you play w40k: dawn of war? (or like the sm?)
mortarion sounds familiar,
orbital bombardment is the huge laser(s)
lysander is (if memory serves) a librarian
imperium is well, the imperium...
not complaining, just thinking and typing...
OOC: Yes, Helveticuz has been influenced by the WH40k universe, but most things are though my own ideas...except the technology, wich is stolen from both star wars, wh40k, star trek.....you name it.
Mortarion, got the name from a friend whos D2 nick is Mortarion.
Orbital bombardment; i think it's used pretty much outside the Wh40k universe..
Lysander is a captian of the Crimson Fists, i suck at coming up with names so stealing them or customizing already existing ones are much easier.
Imperium...yeah it's used in the wh40k universe, but also in ALOT of other places - like the roman imperium.

Just wanted to make sure that you don't think i totaly copy the Space marines..

IC:

In the Capital Ship St.Lysander, a voice echoed through the ship, telling the crew that this was the moment, the few seconds before the assault would be started. A critical moment. At the bridge, Admiral Solarius and his officers watched the main screen and out towards the planet of Thompsonia.

- Leutenant, begin fase one. Solarius commanded.

- Fase one initiated, thrusters on one hundred percent, ships in formation. He answered, and the ship started to move...

- Good. Now initiate the attack mode. Solarius said calmly.

- Attack mode initiated, shield on one hundred percent, defensive systems online. The leutenant answered.

- Very good. Estimated arrival? Solarius asked rapidly.

- Estimated arrival in ten minutes, sir. We will be able to fire at the opponent ships in five. Another officer answered quickly.

And the fleet was now moving with full marchspeed, towards the planet in sector 14B, quadrant 455, with loaded weapons and prepared shields.

"sir, we have unidentified fighters coming from the rear!"

"what!?"

"unidentified fighters... and some much larger stuff, holy shit this is full scale!"

"this is unprepared for are they hostile?"

"no response to contact, we estimate we will be in their attack range in three minutes"

"ok, put full shield power to the rear, same for weapons, and put us on the other side of that moon"

"understood sir, but of our ships?"

"refueling and rearming, although the damaged and destroyed have been replaced. if we switch to secondary personel then we can have them out in less than an hour"

"understood. evasive manouvres engaged. at this speed we can extend our grace period by 20 minutes, if they dont speed up that is, or if we underestimated their weapons"

"can we get behind that moon or not?"

"barely, though we will be followed"

"ok, tell the techs prepare the IPBM, on standby incase they are actively hostile and we cant get the fighters out"

"IPBM!? wont the blast destroy us?"

"with shields to rear, improbably, but severe damage will be taken, and i cannot speak for our Thompsonian allies. last resort at all costs"

"understood sir, here take a look at the radar readings..."

"shit, better prep two of em"

"confirmed"


OOC: w40k is great, no worries about rippin em off. all my tech is my own(ish) or modified from something else. i was gona have dreadnoughts instead of tanks, but i couldnt think of a snappy name. we need more w40k fans on here

At St.Lysander, the Admiral and his officers sat in their command-chairs with full control of the huge fleet, storming thorugh the space.

- Leutenant, hail the enemy capital ship. He said calmly.

- Hail prepared, and is on at three....two..one.The leutenant answered.

The main screen turned black, and the bridge awaited the enemy ships to respond to their hail.

At the same time at Macharia, where the three Overlords had gathered, the 43rd Army was getting ready to travel through the warpgate.
Travelling was very dangerous, with warp storms that could tear an Imperial Fortress-class ship into scrapmetal - But, it was the only technology known for hyperspeed travelling in space. The 43rd Army marched towards the gate, singing patriotic songs and praying for the Imperium.

Thompsonian Orbital Space.... Bridge of the 'Hand of God'.. Vice Prelate Hitchenson commanding...

"We're taking a beating... reports from the core indicate reactor overload..." screams the young officer manning tactical and sensors...

"Jetison the reac...." the Vice Prelate begins....

Unfortuneately for him, and the rest of the 'Hand of God's personnel, they are cut off abruptly as one of the Quantum Sigularities looses containment... The former Monroe is lost in a blaze as the vessel explodes... shrapnel being cast in various disrection...

The 'Vengance' and 'Judgement are taking equal poundings from the Tekanian fleet vessels....

The fighters didn't stand a chance......

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Bridge of the TRSS Atlas, BSG-45... Vice Admiral Porter commanding...

"We've got incomming from the rear... Unknown vessel configurations..." says the tac officer...

"What? Impossible... The where did the Theocrats get more ships from?" queries the VADM...

"There not from the planet, nor do they match anything in the database..." says the tac officer...

"Redirect our fighters to the oncomming vessels... and keep us out of range of the Planets cannons for now.... Send a K-link to Eagle One... Tell them we need assistance... Appearantly someone else is taking advantage of this war..." commands VADM Porter...

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Chancelorsville, Thompsonian Capital....

"Sire..." says a man entering the King's office... "There are reports of more ships entering the system... They are attacking the heretics and their allies...."

"Hmmm, Theos does work in mysterious ways..." replies the King... "Are they alien?"

"Yes, m'Lord..." replies the man...

"Open fire on everything in the sky..." commands the King... "heretic or alien alike... They shall all answer to the Lord High Theos in judgement of their impurity... Let the cannons be unleashed..."


The Defense Cannon installations, about 20% of them at least, come online, and begin blanketing orbital space over the planet with fire... Not really carring who they hit... including taking the few escape pods that had managed to escape from their own ships...

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Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime....

"Sir..." says a voice on the comm... "Reports from the fleet dispatched to Thompsonia report that they have come under attack from a seperate unknown force... They are requesting re-enforcement..."

"Are the marines ready?" asks Fleet Admiral Warner...

"Yes sir...." says the voice...

"Then dispatch the Kali, Chronos and Pegasus... and tell contact the commanders of all other Kali class vessels, tell them to immediately prepare for deployment..." the FADM commands...

"All of them sir?" says the voice...

"Yes... All of them... The cruisers and dreadnoughts can stay behind and protect Tekania Prime..." says the FADM....


The Kali, Ganesha and Shiva pull from their berths... Coasting away from the station, opening up wormholes, they vanish off to the Thompsonian system...

Meanwhile, crews aboard the Orion, Zeus, Thor, Tiamat, Hathor, Ra, Poseidon, Odin, Freyre, Loki, Aphrodite, Horus, Anshar, Aruru, Vishnu, Osiris, Sekhmet, Seth, Artemis, Demeter, Gaia and Hyperion are preparing their vessels for departcher...


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Thompsonian System, Bridge of the TRSS Atlas....

"Three incomming wormholes...." says the comms officer... "I have confirmation... It is the Battlestars Kali, Ganesha and Shiva.. I have an incomming transmission from the Kali sir...."

"Put it on..." commands VADM Porter....

"Vice Admiral Porter...." says Vice Admiral DuPuy aboard the TRSS Kali... "The Kali, Ganesha and Shiva are at your command... Fleet is preparing to move all the remaining Battelstars to this system at this moment... We'll have to do for now...."

"Spread the fleet.... Admiral" says Vice Admiral Porter... "Take the Kali, Okeanos, Shiva, Pegasus, Anubis and Hampton... and engage the incommings... The Atlas and Ganesha will engage planetary bombardment of the cannon emplacements..."

"Orders acknowledged Admiral Porter...." says Vice Admiral DuPuy... "Good luck..."

"Same to you Admiral..." responds the Vice Admiral.... "Comms cut signal... and send a message to the Myrodor... Tell them to worry about those incomming... The Ganesha, Chronos and Atlas will try to keep the cannon fire off their back from Thompsonia..."

**** Transmission to Myrodor ****
FRM: Vice Admiral Porter, TRSS Atlas, BSG-45...

The Atlas (BSG-45), Chronos (BSG-21) and Ganesha (BSG-18) will engage Thompsonia cannons emplacement from orbit... We will keep the fire of of your backs...

The Kali (BSGX-16), Okeanos (BSG-48), Shiva (BSG-17), Pegasus (BSG-20), Anubis (BSG-25) and Hampton (DN-109) will engage the incommings as well...

Be advised more Tekanian Assets are being prepared for sending this way... At least 20 more vessels...

TRSS Atlas out....
**** END ****

"sir, we have contact!"

"patch me through"

"on channel 2 sir"

"do we know who they are yet?"

"yes, Helveticuz itself, or maybe a faction, if there are any"


"Hailing Helveticuz fleet. This is Admiral S.N.Peters of the Myrodor HomeStar. as you are undoubtably aware, there is currently a civil war upon Thompsonia and we request your assistance is recapturing or destroying the two remaining Tekanian capital ships taken in the uprising by religous extremists.
if do not wish to take part in queling these fascists, then we urge you to leave, the fighting is feirce and we have no wish to indanger Helveticuz people. we hope this can be the beginning of a lasting alliance."

"good show sir"

"at least we should know where they stand soon"

"are you heading back to the research labs now then sir?"

"yes, this business is important, it will seal the fate of our next generation AI and how we implement it within the HomeStar and her fleets"

"understood, the elevator has been prepared"

Bridge of the TRSS Atlas... as it heads towards Thompsonian Orbit....

"We're being hailed by the approaching vessels, sir..." says the comms officer...

"Answer their hail... lieutenant..." commands VADM Porter....


**** Hail ****
TRSS Atlas BSG-45, BattleStar, Tekanian Stellar Navy, Vice Admiral Porter Commanding...

Be advised this system is in a state of civil war, and it is in the operational control of the rightful owners of this system, The Constitutional Republic of Tekania, and that of allied vessels to this Republic...

Your actions are being interpreted at present as hostile... Re-enforcements have already been called for further re-vamping of operations objectives to put down the rebellion in this system of the factional party on the planet...

We request acknowledgement of this message... And for you to immediately state your intentions...

TRSS Atlas awaits....
**** END ****

At the St.Lysander...

- Sir, we've got contact.

- Good, set all weapon systems at attack mode and prepare to initiate fase two. Solarius responded.

Admiral Solarius turns to the screen and hears the message, and then arises and walks toward the screen, slowly. He begins to speak with a dark, convincing voice.

- S.N Peters, this is Admiral Solarius of the Imperial fleet, of the One Imperium. I am representating the One Emperor, above us all. Let me ask you....why do you riusk your beutiful lifes for this Tekanian maggot? He is not worth the lifes of your men. Are you really willing to fight with someone who'll probably try to board your mothership, the HomeStar wich is also your only home?
Is it worth it? No...it is not. Listen to me, carefully. Look into my eyes...look deep into my eyes now, Mr S.N Peters, and listen.
Join us, and we will together destroy the ones who are threatening you and your people, join us and share the glory of the One Imperium.
It is for the greater good. It is the only thing that will save your people from the treacherous Tekanians....Join us!

"their intentions are clear, we must strike them!" proclaimed the admiral

"do not be too hasty, admiral" said the High Admiral, "we must consult the emperor"

"in person? are you mad?"

"in person, admiral, i am on my way now"

"but he hasnt been seen since... since the Rising Confilct that removed us from our home planet!"

"i know, only he can bring wisdom to these dark times"

the high admiral got the elevator to the Throne Room, kneeling before the emperors guards, they stepped aside and opened the double doors for him. he gasped in horror at the contraption before him, a huge throne of wires and pipes, beholding the emperor himself. or so he assumed. he had not been sighted for over 2000 years, though his age was well over 1000 when he lead their people onto the HomeStar and away from doom. the emperor now stood, at least 7 feet high with a tight metal armour covering every inch of his being. wait a second, thought the admiral, he is metal, he is an artificial!

an electronic gargle came from the Emperor, his two guards entering and pointing their guns at the High Admiral. one took the butt of his rifle to the high admirals head with a resounding crunch, the other taking aim and putting a single blaster bolt into his head. they responded to the emperor with the same electronic gargle.

"good, now cleanse the organics and set the automobile manufacturing plants with these instructions"

"understood, the newly manufactured droids will report to the armoury and take the ship by storm"

"as planned..."


TRANSMISSION FROM ADMIRAL SN PETERS, OFFICER 93281
"People of Helveticuz! we risk our lives for the good of all, to ensure the survival of decent and honest civilisations such as the noble Tekania! if you wish to take a cruel advantage of this situation then you are mistaken! we shall defent our allies to the very en- holy fuck is that Johnson floating there!
and Regeton! what in the name of- shit! intruders! their arificial! thier fucking artificial! need reinorcements to hold the bridge! defend yourselves- [STATIC]"

Onboard the St.Lysander..

- Well, now they are out of the picture. But i do wonder what actually happened aboard the HomeStar. Very well, fire at will. Soalrius commanded.

A message went throught the whole fleet.

This is St.Lysander to all ships in 12th Imperial Fleet. Engage at will. ISS Tumarion, Annihilator, Lord of Light, Pax Imperium - take right and head for object 35C (Thompsonia). The rest, follow our lead. May the Emperor watch over us. Out.

And the formation was split, with one part going right towards the planet and the other, bigger, half aiming at the HomeStar.

Soon, all ships cannons and phase-lasers was fired at the HomseStar, cutting through steel like a warm knife through butter.
The attack had begun...

"is it satisfactory, emperor?"

"yes, the organics have, predictably, barricaded themselves in the populace area. turn off everything but communications and gravity, including life support. lets see how they last without their prescious air. then open the main viewport and flush them out, after, restore air for the trees in the populace area, they should not have their life extinguished"

"affirmative, actions commenting in 3... 2... 1..., air is off"

"now, bring up the recent communications, things have been intresting lately"

"affirmative, and what of the incoming Helveticuz?"

"hail them" said the emperor, his motionless face somehow conveying a smile.

TRANSMITION FROM UNKNOWN USER
Noble Warriors of Helveticuz, the Myrodor HomeStar is now under the direct command of the Emperor. The organic populace of Myrodor has been iradicated and currently 76% of them have been replaced by us, the superior artificials. we have recalculated the poor decision made by the ex-high admiral and his crew, who, if you observe, are no longer part of the equation.
we see that an alliance between us may be satisfactory for both parties, as we have onboard important imformation about who is holding their planet and what they have, and full specs and system anylasis results of the newly arrived Tekanian fleet. we know, for instance, that their lead negotiator is onboard the TRSS Hampton, and that many of its ships are battle damaged from a recent conflict. Although they have repaired and rearmed, several weapoints in the hull have been found.
what is in it for us, you may think. we shall let you answer that, because we have nothing to gain from you by trade. a military alliance would be most encouraged, as your orderly arrival proved your expertise, and we hope that both our inferior organics destroying the TRSS Monroe and our swift capture of the HomeStar well convince you of ours.

The Emperor of Myrodor


OOC: helveticuz, i take your last statement to mean that the homestar will be destroyed soon, because obliterating my entire race in one starts with a G and ends with ODMODDING.

OOC: Oh, i'm sorry, that wasn't what i meant...maybe it's my bad english. I meant that my ships would soon fire upon it, the HomeStar. Wether it is destroyed or not is up to you...

IC:
Onboard the St.Lysander...

- Sir, we are hailed. Should i ignore it? An officer said quickly.

- No, let them come through...maybe they have changed their mind. We could use some extra manpower to do the dirtywork on the planet later. Solarius said calmly.

- Will do. On screen at One.....two...three... The officer replied.

Solarius heard the message and, once again, arised and walked towards the screen...like it was some kind of ritual. He started speaking with his creepy, dark convincing voice.

- I am impressed, and surprised. Are the organic Myrodorians that weak, they deserve it. There is only room for the strongest in this galaxy, and the strong will compete with eachother until the end of times.
We agree, a military alliance would benefit for both of us, but....this will not hold for a long time. Just like I said it is the nature of the strong ones to compete with eachother, to gain even more strength - but for the moment this is the best we can do. Your information interests us very much, indeed.
Now, to the tactics. The Imperial fleet is specialized on ground assault, so i prefer to deal with that. What do you say, comrade?

He turned to the leutenant, and opened his mouth;

- Abort fire. Notify the Lord of Light and Pax Imperium to put their assault on hold for the moment... He said in a haste.

- All units, abort fire and put up a defensive formation until further orders. Out. The leutenant said through the mick.

"TRANSMISSION FROM EMPEROR OF MYRODOR
Leader of the Great Helveticuz, we are currently finishing completion of the Artificial Inteligence Integration Process. this will allow us to command the HomeStar and fleets with higher precision, and supporting a full range of Machine-only functions. Crew databases have been replaced, prison, school, church and hospital areas have been replaced by armouries, production facilities and repair depots. To say the least, it is all going as planned.
However, during this integration our entire fleet will be out of action as imrovements are made and they are given their own AI computers. we require a strong ally to protect us, and your arrival has greatly reduced the value of the Tekanian forces in terms of this. An effective ally will help the integration progress seamlessly while we develop the battledroid variant of the worker we are currently using. until now, these have done the brunt of the fighting with the Elite Guard BattleDroids providing valueable support. we hope that our relations can develop and it will lead to continued fighting together or even the HomeStar in imperial territory for defensive purposes to help us both against the stronger nations out there. this is not a plea for help, but mearly an extension of services to our powerful and trustworthy allies.
We are now truly the rulers of Myrodor, as we were built to be.

The Emperor of Myrodor"

REPLY TO TRANSMISSION - ST.LYSANDER

We are used to treachery, and we will not hesitate to launch an attack at you if something seems wrong, you must understand this. This is the way of the warrior, trust no one but yourself. But this may work out well, i do not know what our glorious Emperor has in mind for us.
We will give you your needed protection, in exchange of the information you have. After the exchange we will be able to launch the attack, with or without your help. May our relation be long and prosperous, and may the One Meperor watch over it.

OUT..

"TRANSMISSION FROM EMPEROR OF MYRADOR
your fears of treachery are well founded, Helveticuz, proving once again that you are not the typical fools organics tend to be. as a gesture of goodwill towards your people, we will not only assist with both the war in space and the planetary assault, but unless the conflict is a dramatic failure, we will release plans to you for our updated IPBMs; Inter Planetary Balistic Missiles are the future in warfare and we think it fair that our allies get a head start in the inevitable arms race. These IPBMs can be loaded in much the same way as a conventional missile, with a primitive nuclear device or a more logical EMP, chemical or anti-matter output. we are pleased to say that the whole integration process is complete and we are currently fully operational, bar the ground forces that are downloading our latest training programs.

The Emperor of Myrodor"

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REPLY TO TRANSMISSION - ST.LYSANDER

Then so shall it be. We will discuss details later on, as our mian concern now is to breach the defensive fleet of Tekania. It will be an easy match, but we musn't underestimate them - that would be a large mistake.
With your information, we can strike with extreme precision, and with my amount of ships - we may be able to outnumber them.

OUT...

Eagle One Station, Geosyncronous Orbit, Tekania Prime.... Office of the CSO...

"Sir... the re-enforcement wave is ready for departure...." says a voice over the comm...

"Acknowledged... "replies Fleet Admiral Warner... "Give them orders to embark..."

"Aye sir..." replies the voice....

Outside the two massive doors on the space station open.... vessels begin pouring from the openings in a stream.... The TRSS Hyperion in the lead of the wave... followed by the TRSS Demeter, the Gaia, the Artemis, the Seth the Osiris, the Sekhmet, the Vishnu, the Aruru, the Anshar, the Horus, the Aphrodite, the Loki, the Freyre, the Odin, the Poseidon, the Ra, Hathor, Tiamat, Thor, Orion and Zeus... 23 vessels in all....

They power away from the station, full throttle.... energies swelling as each opens initiated Kraskinov insertion.....

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Thompsonian Planetary space..... Bridge of the TRSS Kali... Vice Admiral DuPuy commanding....

"Sir.... the Myrodor have stopped their assault on the incommings...." responds the Tac officer...

"What the hell..." blurts the VADM...

"I think they have switched sides sir....." responds the officer.... suddenly an alarm goes off... glancing at his screen he sees activity.... "I've got incomming wormholes in the system..."

"How many?"... asks VADM DuPUy...

"Twenty-three.... confirmed...." the officer responds....
_______________________________

Space.... The entire area is lit by exotic energies as wormholes open.... well... everywhere... 23 of them.... the Hyperion and her cohort fleet pouring from each one... Shields up running....

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Bridge of the TRSS Kali....

"Hot damn.... the calvary is here...." says VADM DuPuy.... "Advise Admiral Porter we are going to Condition 5..... Tell the fleet to activate armor... and tell the new arrivals to prepare all fighters for launch...."

"Aye sir..." responds the comm officer....

The Tekanian fleet begins to change form.... 6mm of neutronium grows over their hulls as if it were mold....

Meanwhile on the bridge of the TRSS Hyperion.... Vice Admiral Plestone commanding...

"Acknowledge Vice Admiral DuPuy's orders..." barks VADM Plestone... then turning to his comm... "Flight, call the pilots to their fighters...." he says...

"Yes sir...." says a voice over the comm...." Flight Operations acknowledges..."

"Kali acknowledges...." says the comms officer...

"Good, train all batteries onto the enemy vessels..... await orders from Fleet..." the VADM commands....

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Thompsonian surface.... defense cannon emplacement N334...

A bright object can be seen falling from the sky at incredible rates... The cannon keeps firing.... suddenly the entire installation erupts in a ball of flame as a ZP warhead slams into the cannon....

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There are now 28 3060m(length)x650m(height)x1200m(width) Kali class BattleStars in the system.... and 1 single Orion-2 class Dreadnought (1600mX380mX700m)....

25 Stationed in space + 1 DN and 3 orbiting the planet....

The 3 along the planet are being commanded from the TRSS Atlas by Vice Admiral Porter.... and are presently firing on the planet.... Taking out defense installation...

The remaining 26 vessels are slowing into positions... deep in their hulls... star-fighters are being lowered into launch tubes as pilots exit lifts near by, heading towards their craft.... each of the Kali's is prepped to launch an initial 50 fighters from the 25 rapid launch tubes located outboard of each of the vessels two hangar decks hanging from the vessels sides... More fighters along the interior of the flight deck are being loaded out for more conventional launches from the pads.......

The war begins....

"TRANSMISSION FROM ADMIRAL S.N.PETERS TO TEKANIAN FORCES
military forces of Tekania, due to recet malfunctions with the HomeStars AI we will be greatly delaying the planetary assault. There is nothing to be concerned of, we will send reinforcements as soon as they are available. damage to our fleet is more extensive than first thought so these will not be joining you in the attack on the remaining capital ships or the new invaders. we are primarily concerned with getting back to peak efficiency and calculating the odds of an acceptable outcome for the upcoming conflict. there is no need to be alarmed.

ADMIRAL S.N.PETERS"




"TRANSMISSION FROM THE EMPEROR OF MYRODOR TO HELVETICUZ FORCES
it will not be long before the tekanians discover that the High Admiral and his staff are, lets say, redundant... It will not be long before their planetary assault upon Thompsonia begins, and then is the optimised time to strike. your superior ships should move in and take out the dropships. whilst the survivors are unpacking their equipment and preparing their soldiers the HomeStar shall provide long range support upon their capital ships and ingage with the Imperial Spaceborne Navy. whether these vessels are boarded or blown into annialation is up to you, as our ground forces are fully prepared we can comence the assault when you are ready. simulations show that our forces alone would capture the capital and remove resistance in 2 days, 8 hours, 43 minutes and 56 seconds, factoring in minor involvment with the Tekanians. the extremist organics that hold the planet are unprepared.

Emperor of Myrodor"



OOC: ATTN ALL: to what extent do you use AI?

ooc: more people would be good, just to even the odds for tekania and scale it up a bit

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OOC: have updated my army list beacause of the uprising, and have made a concept of what the Myrodorian BattleDroid looks like;
www.freewebs.com/myrodor/myrodorian.htm

OOC: (Entire post)

The Constitutional Republic's use of AI is limited. No advanced AI is in use by the Republic, but in accordance with Amendment XV to the Tekanian Constitution all AI's are classified and considered equal 'persons' under the law...


Amendment XV

All persons, which are defined as any being in possession of intelligence, self awareness, and consciousness enjoy all rights as persons as long as all three qualifiers are met.

Section 1
Intelligence is defined as the ability to store and recall information, and the ability to process that information by any means.

Section 2
Self Awareness is defined as the ability to understand its surrounding enviroment, and to know itself and its existance.

Section 3
Consciousness is defined as that ability to process it's own memories and surroundings, and understand all that it is, and around it, and to reach past its own being as a creature.


FTL capability is based of Kraskinov artificial wormholes.... Tekanian capital ships are capable of generating temporary wormholes between any two points in space time... While this is serverly limited in the Orion (TRSS Monroe type) and Orion-II (TRSS Hampton type) vessels to within a few hundred thousand lightyears.... The larger Kali class (TRSS Atlas, etc. Type) can generate at distances exceeding that of the normative galactic ranges... several million lightyears.

The common capital ships you will be encountering:
http://www.geocities.com/tekcomputers/KTO_S.jpg

The TRSS Kali and class ships are located left... TRSS Hampton type is located rear-right... TRSS Monroe type located center-front, with a Federation Sovereign Class starship located right-front.

The TRSS Kali.. and class are large...

Dimensions:
Length: 3,060 meters (about 1.9 miles)
Height: 650 meters (about 0.4 miles)
Beam: 1,200 meters (about .75 miles)
Mass: 2,886,800,000 metric tons (about 2,841,207,403 long tons)

Crew:
Standard Full Compliment: 8,500 personnel
Naval Crew and Engineers: 3,600 personnel
Marine Corps compliment: 3,400 personnel
Pilots: 1,500 personnel

Complete Support Draft:
Fighters: 1000 Wasp Class Starfighters [Pilots]
Assault Shuttles: 800 Aurora Class Assault Shuttles [Marine]
Heavy Transports: 200 Mule Class Heavy Lifter Shuttles [Naval]

Weapons:
CCS-MkXII Combat Control Tracking Computer.... Can track 3000 simutaneous targets
[i]200 Phased Particle Cannons (Planet Busters) 350TW max load
500 Phase Cannons, 170TW max load
200 Point Defense Phaser Collameter strips, 90TW max load
96 Missile Tubes, Pulse Launch....
Missile Storage: 800 Matter-Antimatter Missiles (96 isoton load); 500 Zero-Point Missiles (203 isoton load)

Defense Systems:
12x Faceted double stacked Deflector Shield Emitters (2 seperate redundant shields)
15mm duranium composite armor (non-ablative)
6mm Neutronium/Duranium Composite Armor (ablative/regenerative)

Representative Vessels in this system:
TRSS Kali, BSGX-16, lead class vessel, experimental...
TRSS Shiva, BSG-17
TRSS Ganesha, BSG-18
TRSS Orion, BSG-19
TRSS Pegasus, BSG-20
TRSS Chronos, BSG-21
TRSS Zeus, BSG-22
TRSS Thor, BSG-23
TRSS Tiamat, BSG-24
TRSS Anubis, BSG-25
TRSS Hathor, BSG-26
TRSS Ra, BSG-27
TRSS Poseidon, BSG-28
TRSS Odin, BSG-31
TRSS Freyre, BSG-32
TRSS Loki, BSG-33
TRSS Aphrodite, BSG-34
TRSS Horus, BSG-35
TRSS Anshar, BSG-36
TRSS Aruru, BSG-37
TRSS Vishnu, BSG-38
*
TRSS Osiris, BSG-40
TRSS Sekhmet, BSG-41
TRSS Seth, BSG-42
TRSS Artemis, BSG-43
TRSS Demeter, BSG-44
TRSS Atlas, BSG-45
TRSS Gaia, BSG-46
TRSS Hyperion, BSG-47
TRSS Okeanos, BSG-48
(* TRSS Isis, BSG-39 is not located in this galaxy at present, in assistance of a disabled vessel elsewhere, and was unable to answer the return call placed by the fleet earlier...)

Yorktown Class (TRSS Hampton)

Dimension:
[i]Length: 1,800 meters (about 1.1 miles)
Height: 380 meters (about 1,200 feet)
Beam: 700 meters (about 2,300 feet / .43 miles)
Mass: 508,800,000 metric tons (about 500,000,000 long tons)

Crew:
Standard Total Compliment: 4,600 personnel
Naval Compliment: 2,000 personnel
Marine Corps Compliment: 1,700 personnel
Pilots: [i]900 personnel

Support Craft:
Fighters: 500 Wasp class Starfighters[Pilots]
Assault Shuttles: 350 Aurora Class[Marine]
Transports: 50 Mule Class[Naval]

Weapons Systems:
CCS-MkIX Combat Control Computer... Capable of simutaneuously tracking 1200 targets.
90 Phase Cannons 170TW max load
150 Phase Cannons, 100TW max load
90 Point Defense Phaser Collameter strips, 90TW max load
32 Missile Tubes, pulse launched
[i]Missile Storage: 400 Matter-Antimatter Missiles, 250 Zero-Point Missiles

Defense Systems:
6x Faceted single stack deflector shield emitters... single bubble
10mm Duranium Armor (non-ablative)
5mm neutronium/duranium composite (ablative/regenerative)

Representative Vessels:
In this system:
TRSS Hampton, DN-109

Guarding Eagle-One Station, Tekania Prime:
TRSS Yorktown, DN-100
TRSS Lexington, DN-102
TRSS Georgetown, DN-103
TRSS Portsmouth, DN-104
TRSS Johnstown, DN-105
TRSS Chancelorsville, DN-107
TRSS Charlottesville, DN-108
TRSS Fairfax, DN-111
TRSS Vienna, DN-113
TRSS Ashland, DN-114
TRSS Montpiliar, DN-115
TRSS Mount Vernon, DN-116
TRSS Baltimore, DN-117
TRSS Emporia, DN-118
TRSS Salem, DN-119
TRSS Normandy, DN-121
TRSS Celestus, DN-122

Damanged, in dock (Eagle-One Station):
TRSS Saratoga, DN-101
TRSS Alexandria, DN-112
TRSS Manassas, DN-120

Warner Class (TRSS Monroe):

Dimensions:
Length: 1,200 meters (.75 miles)
Height: 200 meters (656 feet)
Beam: 550 meters (1,804 feet)
Mass: 202,000,000 metric tons (~198,000,000 long tons)

Crew:
Total Compliment: 4,100 personnel
Naval Compiment: 1,800 personnel
Marine Corps Compliment: 1,500 personnel
Pilots: 800 personnel

Support Craft:
Fighters: 400 Wasp Class[Pilots]
Assault Shuttles: 320 Aurora Class[Marine]
Transports: 20 Mule Class[Naval]

Weapon Systems:
CCS-MkV Combat Control Computer... 500 Simutaneous Target Tracking
70 Phase Cannons, 170TW max load
100 Phase Cannons, 100TW mac load
40 Point Defense Phaser Collameter emitters, 90TW max load
24 Missile Tubes, Pulse Launch...
Missile Storage: 300 Matter-Antimatter, 200 Zero-Point

Defense Systems:
6x Faceted Shield Emiters, single bubble
8mm duranium armor (non-ablative)
3mm neutronium armor (ablative-regenerative)

(Too many ships in this class (more than 300)
Representative Vessels:
Active(Thompsonian Flag):
TRSS Alexander, CA-1112 ('The Vengance')
TRSS Chester, CA-1314 ('The Judgement')
Destroyed:
TRSS Monroe, CA-1010 ('The Hand of God')

(*All others are either in dock, or defending Eagle One at Tekania Prime)

Brief overview of support craft:
Wasp Class Tekanian Starfighter:
http://www.geocities.com/tekcomputers/wasp.jpg

Dimensions: (length/width/height) 10x8x2 meters
Crew: 1 Pilot
Weapons: 2 Phase Cannons (front), 10 Missile Mounts (MAM missiles, 10 isotons)

Aurora Class Assault Shuttle:
http://www.geocities.com/tekcomputers/aurora.jpg
Dimensions: 30x9x8 meters...
Crew: 12 Marines (2 flight, 10 ground units)
Weapons 3 Turrent Mount Phase Cannons (l,r,up) and 10 Missile Mounts (MAM 10isotons or ZP 30isotons)

(Specs for Mule left out... will not be using in this RP)

**If their are any further questions regarding history or make-up of Tekanian Constitutional Republic, or history... Reffer to NSwiki entry (link at bottom)**

OOC: AI isn't used that much in Helveticuz, mostly to run some, few, computers.
But never in the military.

IC:

REPLY TO TRANSMISSION - ST.LYSANDER

You cannot predict war, it is impossible - and an intelligent machine as you should have this knowledge. Everyhting can go wrong, at any time, whatever you do.
But you are right, we must inwait the right moment to strike. When the moment comes, we will destory their dropships and after that, we will concentrate on the planetary assault - as our groundforces, the third army, is ready for full-scale war.

OUT...

TRANSMISSION FROM THE EMPEROR OF MYRODOR TO HELVETICUZ FORCES
be reminded, these are only simulations. our soldiers are 'plugged in' to the experience and enemy forces are given AI systems equal to their estimated inteligence. the said time is but an average of many runs in preparation.
we have noticed a severe flaw in the Tekanian plan, and to take advantage we must alter our own. their seige and bombardment of the planet has left the defensive cannons destroyed, so for the battle in space we shall have no ground interferance. we reccomend letting them land properly, then moving in together and destroying as many of their ships as possible. if we are successful, the ground forces will be stranded with no means of escape or defence. we could then lay seige to them, and either bomb them into the void or commence the planetary assault.

OOC: also, a good new ft rp is 'The Return' by New Sovietia

REPLY TO TRANSMISSION - ST.LYSANDER

I do not completely understand the way ot the mechanised lifeform, but your arguments seem logical. And as I am not the man in command, I will re-direct the transmission to Overlord Emphatus. He is in command of the Imperial Fleet, and a strategic mastermind. May he and the Emperor give us victory. Out.

*Rffzszzsszz..*

Greeting, brother in arms. I am Emphatus, Overlord under the one Emperor of the one Imperium. I've heard what you have said, and it seems like a good plan. But, have in mind, that the Tekanians have a pretty large fleet awaiting us when we reach the planet - so be prepared. If anything goes wrong, I have my fourtythird army and twentysecond fleet ready to go through the warpgates of Macharia.
Strength and Honor, brother...

OUT...

"TRANSMISSION FROM EMPEROR OF MYRODOR TO HELVETICUZ FORCES
these reinforcements would be greatly appreciated, as our new Elite model, Shrike has been sent to investigate New Sovietia. the space battles will be challenging, but we shall crush the ground forces with impunity! as soon as their capital ships fall, we will be in total control. your forces are needed immediately, as the HomeStar is currently in the area of operations and an assault from Tekanian ships would be short lived to say the least. we could hold them off for a brief period, but through sheer numbers they would choke our relatively small fleet

Emperor of Myrodor"

OOC: there is a good chance that i wont be able to post until later than this time tomorow. i will check this thread if i can, but replying is a different issue.

Thompsonian Orbital space.....

The 'Vengance' comes about... massive damage to her hull... fighters can be seen swarming the vessel... There are massive breaches in her hull... Then suddenly, due to some fatal piloting error, the vessel turns to hard to her port, and begins plunging into the Thompsonian atmosphere... Her hull glowing slightly, and to some surprise, makes it through the atmosphere intact, slamming into an ocean surface... the vessel levels out for a moment on the ocean, before sinking below the surface...

The 'Judgement' is fairing worse.... the landing bays have been torn from her hull... while still intact, the ship drifts with no weapons or shields.... armor searing off from faiure of the nanites to maintain regeneration... She has been taking a pounding from the TRSS Ganesha...

The TRSS Atlas and TRSS Chronos continue bombardment of defense cannon installations.... there are only about 2 left on the planet....

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Bridge of the TRSS Atlas... Vice Admiral Porter commanding...

"Signal the fleet..." commands VADM Porter..." It looks like we cannot count on the Myrodor.... Have the Kali lead the fleet vessels back into orbital space... And begin figher operations... BETA-GAMMA-NINE-FIVE"

"Aye sir..." responds the communications officer... "Fleet responding to our order..."

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Thompsonian Planetary Space... TRSS Kali, Vice Admiral DuPuy commanding...

"Aye, acknowledge Admiral porter on the Atlas.... Signal fleet to begin fighter deployments... Phase 1 and 2 launch, prepare crews for secondary launches..." VADM DuPuy barks...

The Kali and her entourage begin a slow turn, putting on power... turning back towards Thompsonia...

Fighters begin polting from tubes on the outboard of the ships... as streams of others slowly pull from the hangar bods along the vessels sides... The initial launch puts 1,250 Wasp fighters out, looking almost like hornets emerging from a nest.... all taking formation around the group as the ships put on power... the huge hulks vibrating as they begin to hit almost 60% lightspeed... Graviton Wave Impulse units being pushed to their max theoretical velocity...

Thompsonian Orbital Space....

The fleet approached Thomsponia, entering orbit... Firing from the planet stops after several more bombardments
from the Atlas and Ganesha...

The other vessels take up station.... Fighters swarming around the massive vessels....

Meanwhile on the bridge of the TRSS Atlas...

"Sir..." says the Tac officer.... Fireing has stopped... We've taken out the remaining cannon emplacements..."

"Good... Singal fleet to prepare marines for landing..." commands VADM Porter...

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Chancelorsville... Thompsonian Dominion Capital... Former Governors mansion....

A lieutenant enters the room....

"Sir..." says the man... "We've lost all the defensive cannons.... Intelligence reports that the alien vessels
have held back, but the Republic ships are entering orbit..."

"Lost the cannons?" says the King very peeved... "Theos will have your head for this...... Tell our forces to
prepare for land assaults.... It is no doubt the heretics will be landing soon... We must hold this planet for
Theos... Creator and Lord of all..."

"Yes, m'lord..." the man says, and then walks out....

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TRSS Kali... Landing Bay...

Major General Hallow stands before files of marine personnel... Aurora assault shuttles loaded in on the deck,
ready for departure....

"Ok men, we will be fighting in close quarters... Entrenched... We will be hitting the Capitol first... If any
of the Theonomist Thompsonians are found, they are to be captured..." he tell the marines... "Third division will
be setting up a camp for the prisoners in sector beta-seven... All captured soldiers are to be sent to this camp
for processing... Watch yourselves marines... and good luck... See you on the planet.... MOVE OUT!!!"


The marines shuffle into the awaiting auroras.... Each then taking off from the Kali...

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Thompsonian orbital space....

The Kali and other vessels can be seen with larger craft exiting their landing bays... These craft begin plunging into
the atmosphere of Thompsonia... Entire waves of Marine Assault shuttles, being deployed for landing...

The Planetary assault has begun.......

President Thor stood at the front of the control room

"Patch me through to Tekaina."

Thor waited

"Tekaina. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is President Thor. It looks like you're in a bit of trouble. I want you to know that some of my forces are standing by. I'mk willing to help you. Just let me know so I can give my commanders the okay."