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New Sovietian Colony Ship

A bright flash appears in space as an unkown ship comes out of its long travel. The ship reaches orbit of a planet in an unoccupied solar system, The ship fire a small beam at the planets surface the core begins to heat up and the planet reaches a suitable climate a few pods are droped down they begin to change the enviroment to a planet reminiscent of earth. The ship makes its descent down to ground, the ship lands firmly in a lush green field onboard the ship the 5 Million people in stasis are slowly woken up.

*A high ranked officer steps into the Imperator's chamber"
"Imperator it seems the ship did its job correctly we've finally made it back to our home galaxy" *the officer salutes the Imperator and awaits his orders*, "Good I was begining to think we werent going to make it . . . Start construction of the new capital I have some messages to send out, hopefuly we will get a reply" *The officer bows his head then leaves the room*

*The Imperator walks over to his desk and starts working on his message*

"To inhabitants of this Galaxy,

I am Imperator I of the Colony of New Sovietia I would like to offer greetings to you all. You may not know of us or even care about us but to those that do I shall share a little of our past and how we came to be on this planet. Thousands of years ago my Race once lived in this Galaxy eventually we decided to move but soon we had created our greatest enemy, our great civilization became nothing this ship was sent far far away from our original galaxy we suspect a few other of these ships were scatterd around the infinites of space but all that matters is that we are here now, we have returned and although a shell of our former empire we would like to extend our hand in freindship for any of those that are willingly and hopefuly one day become a great empire again. *the message ends*

OOC: when starting an RP, you can never have enough detail or description, make sure to build up wour important characters and fully describe a ship, even if got a great pic of it.
For the records, my race was a peaceful 7 million or so people on a spaceship bigger than britain, who got tangled in the thompsonian civil war. then, the onboard AI rebelled, slaughtering the Myrodorian people and taking the HomeStar (the big ship) for themselves.


IC:

"incoming transmission, patching it through"

transmission plays

"New Sovietia... must be a new organic race. they are too far away to trouble us, for now. dispatch a scout drone to that planet."

"understood, emperor"

"oh, and one more thing... send Shrike to negotiate..."

the pod screamed through the void an incredible speeds, the primary thrusters tearing the very fabric of space behind it.

[asteroid belt detected]... [evasive manouvres]

the reverse thrusters kicked in, but too late, a stray asteroid clipped the pod, destroying a primary thruster. it spun out of control and turned and twisted until it hit the planets surface. the impact left a great crater, steam eminating from the charred hull of the pod. a pair of metal claws tore open the alloy, the occupant stood and exited the pod like it was shedding a skin. the pod's twisted and burning remains lit up the sky.

[shrike reporting]... [arrival confirmed]

OOC: it might be worth compiling all the info about your nation into a website, like me and most others have. look at mine if you need an example, www.freewebs.com/myrodor/index.htm

OOC: I just finished working on factbook and im planning on doing a site soon, I havent rp'ed in along time and am pretty much newb again :cool:

but the factbook is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8768561#post8768561)

IC: "Imperator our sensors have picked up an object that has colided with the planet what do you want us to do about it", " Send a dropship hopefuly we have one of what we hope to be many freinds in this new galaxy"

OOC: I gotta go for now ill post more tommorow, thanks for posting also

OOC: i nearly didnt post, as now im juggling two RPs at once. when your nation sets up and whatnot, join in with the Thompsonian Civil War. the message that this gets accross is dont make an offensive move (i need more allies anyway)

IC: shrike had been wandering for an hour now, the location of the New Sovietian colony clearly marked on his HUD radar. he stepped into the clearing, some thing russled in the bushes opposite. he stopped. organics he thought, but they aren't new sovietian, he spread his feet in the delta stance, as a hail of conventional fire and a primitive grenade were thrown in his direction. twelve humanoid organics, he noted, in a six by six cover formation. they moved to surround him, still shooting. the bullets simply bounced of his metal frame, he stepped on the grenade, his strength crushing it to prevent the explosion. before they could react, he drew two blades from his forearms. with a violent screech, he jumped and landed on one enemy, slitting his throat and then the next, then the third. when the fourth fell, the rest turned and ran. he stood still, his right blade retracting and his left still impaling the humanoid. he calmly drew a single Modified R16 Phase Handgun, took eight shots and watched the orgaincs fall, the energy-coated depleted-uranium projectile tearing a hole through each of their skulls. he replaced the gun and retracted the blade, as he set out to gather the coapses.
he then proceeded, a tower of smoke from the pile of smouldering bodies.
the sovietians were not alone on the planet. this second group of organics must be investigated.

bump, c'mon guys he didnt write 'open rp' for the hell of it

he continued, advancing at a good speed without running or marching. he stopped. he looked along the horizon, left to right, then back again. he zoomed suddenly, focusing on a single soldier, akin to the ones that attacked him merely minutes ago. this one shall be interrogated, he thought. as he approached, the soldier stood, his back pressed to a tree, his rifle gripped tightly in gloved hands. shrike stood before him, a closed fist suddenly lashing out and hitting the man in the stomach. before he hit the ground metallic fingers were wrapped around his throat, pinning him to the tree. he squeezed.
"state your business on this planet" he said,
"demon...[cough] monster!"
"state your business on this planet, comply and you will live"
"Private C.E.Jones, Erildoy Recon Unit 536-429 [cough]"
shrike let him slump to the ground, hoping for more information
"we were sent, by Sergeant Keilos, to colonise, sector 42"
"where are you from?"
"i'll never tell you! where are the others"
"dead. and you shall join them lest you answer me. now" his right blade extended, pointing at the mans throat, "comply and you will live"
"Alradion Prime, sent from Alradion Prime"
serching database: Alradion Prime*... not found
they must have only just got space travel thought shrike.
"dont kill me!" he cried
"i wont. unless you cross me a second time"
a small dart shot from his wrist, sedating the organic and embedding a tracking device deep within his leg. shrike took the mans knife, ammuntion, grenades, badge and communicator and buried them a mile away. he continued his approach towards the New Sovietian encampments

OOC:*Alradion Prime is not a real nation, merly a group of explores rp'd by me

*A docking bay door on the Colony ships opens up and a transport shuttle that can fit about 12 people in it shoots out at a great speed looking like a blur to those who are outside*

"Commander, Can you tell us what this mission is now after all we just did just get here so something so soon is unexpected" says a younger member of the team. "A short time ago we detected a collision with the planet we have been sent to investigate it and hopefully escort a possible allie to the capital grounds"

*the ship starts to slow down speed as it approaches its target destination, it lands just outside the crater and the crew disembarks"

he had been watching the encampment for a while now, scanning, anylysing, calculating. he knew he could take them, these Aradions should have stayed on their home planet until they were advanced enough to compete. their hostile nature would be a threat to him and the New Sovietian people.
they must be removed.
as the sentry turned, Shrike scaled the tree and crouched on a thick branch, the sentry walked under the tree and, careful no-one was watching, he pulled our a primitive narcotic and lit one end. he exhaled deeply, looking up as he did so. before he could react a blade was half way down his throat, a gurgling sound coming from the carcass. Shrike lifted him with one hand, thowing him through the temporary wall they had put up. me stepped inside, the comotion from the body causing adequate distraction for him to climb the wall and hold onto a support beam on the high ceiling. with a unnerving battlecry, he fell like a ton of bricks onto a soldier, only with considerably more precision. the mans spine snapped instantly, his limp body providing shrike with a sheild from their conventional weapons. he threw the body accross the room, into the stove. his jacket burned, setting off the fire alarms and alerting the whole base. the air was thick with smoke and lead, as one by one the soldiers fell to his lethal blades. there was a loud bang, and smoke filled the room, the yellow casing of a smoke grenade by his feet. he switched to thermal vision, and saw eight more Alradions come fom various entrances. these were better equiped than the others, but would not be an obstacle for long. he drew his two handguns, expending no more than a single shot on each. he planted charges on te structural support, and exited through the hole in the wall. the groundshaking explosion threw debris all over. the new sovietians will have seen that he thought, as he headed on.


OOC: pic of shrike at www.freewebs.com/myrodor/shrike.htm. hes not a giant, its just a big pic

OOC: updated www.freewebs.com/myrodor/index.htm with history

also a new character should be joining shrike shortly...

www.freewebs.com/myrodor/wraith.htm

bump

"Commander we have a report of an explosion near by what do you want us to do" . . . "We'll drop of 6 here then investigate the explosion"

*The door opens and a group of six step out the scout quickly checks out there area then the ships door close and it takes off again.*

"We'll this looks like the impact we noticed on the scanners earlier and judging by the emptiness were going to have to find our guest.", Sir, I found footprints leading in that direction *points to where Shrike encounterd the first group, also there is something you might want to check out over there aswell."

*the team walks towards the bodies*

"Hmm this makes things more intersting, Okay team there may be possible hostiles in the area so be prepared"

Onboard the Reorx's Forge

"Sir, we have an incoming transmission." The young ensign noted.

"Alright, up on the screen with it." Colonel Berain said.

I am Imperator I of the Colony of New Sovietia I would like to offer greetings to you all. You may not know of us or even care about us but to those that do I shall share a little of our past and how we came to be on this planet. Thousands of years ago my Race once lived in this Galaxy eventually we decided to move but soon we had created our greatest enemy, our great civilization became nothing this ship was sent far far away from our original galaxy we suspect a few other of these ships were scatterd around the infinites of space but all that matters is that we are here now, we have returned and although a shell of our former empire we would like to extend our hand in freindship for any of those that are willingly and hopefuly one day become a great empire again.

"Hmm...so it appears that there are some new faces out there. Interesting. First things first, relay this message on to command, also, let 'em know we are gonna drop in. Send this reply to New Sovietia." Berain said with a grin.

To: Imperator I of New Sovietia
From: Colonel Berain, Reorx's Forge, Flaming Souls Space Fleet

We would like to welcome you back to the galaxy as you know it. We are currently en route to your home planet, and would like to open peaceful negotians with you. Our expected ETA is approximately 3 standard hours. See you soon.
~~Transmission Ends~~

With that, the Haephestus Class Frigate launched into hyperspace towards the coordinates that the message had been recieved from.

OOC: Welcome to NS, dont let my join date fool you, much bigger than it wuold suggest. Just to let you know OOC, the Haephestus class is an unarmed repair and salvage frigate, ergo it cannot pose a threat. See ya.

On board the Colony Ship.

"We have just recieved a a response and the recon group has sent its first report back, I am now sending these files to the Imperator"

*The Imperators monitor beeps, to show of messages waiting to be recieved*

To: Imperator I of New Sovietia
From: Colonel Berain, Reorx's Forge, Flaming Souls Space Fleet

We would like to welcome you back to the galaxy as you know it. We are currently en route to your home planet, and would like to open peaceful negotians with you. Our expected ETA is approximately 3 standard hours. See you soon.

*This makes the Imperator smile, he then presses a button on the monitor*

"Make sure they get to my office alright"

*The Imperator then looks at the other message*

"Hmm this is unexpected" the Imperator says thinking out loud.

Hlar sat, his tall form drenched with sweat. He had just arrived from the seat of a fighter, and the twenty Daemon Carcess now sat dead floating in space. He sighed, wiping his brow before getting back to the paper work.

What in the Trinity? A race that dares to claim space without our permission! He mentaly screamed. They will be told of their mistakes, then will bow to us, as the others will. He nodded, before looking at the newest made ship, a Trinity Carrier, still unmarked.

"That ship has its first mission, it will not need to be marked until after." He said in a high sing song voice of his race. "Crew it, get the fighter compliment, and send it to the Origin of this message to show them power."

"But master, thats almost a full Thousand foot and twice that in fighters." He said in a high voice accented in an alien toung. "We could use them in the war!"

"I make the orders, the war has not escilated, Valius and Comrian have got the situation in hand for the moment." He snapped. "Now DO IT!"

"YES MINISTER!" Came the shouts from across the station.

***

About three hours later, the ship was ready to go. The base had been on Blue Alert ((Same as Yellow Alert)) since rumours of the Darkness returning, this ment that the newly constructed ship would be able to send the entire force down very quickly, but now it was going to make sure the Lesser Races knew who where lords. Hlar watched as the docking bay the ship was in was emtied before the main hanger door opened. The front of the ship turned blue, as the Wormhole opened so the ship could go straight to the area they needed.

"Last minute checks" Came a voice over the Intercom. "Food supplies able to last three years, all crew in, nothing wrong with any generators, long Range Communication are fine, yes, this ship is worthy."

"Good, go, then get smaller the minute your on the other side." Hlar said back. "Trinity Bless." He wispered as the ship went through the Wormhole.

***

The ship came out of the wormhole, before turning to the size of a spek of dust. The Resize Generators could make the ship smaller, and take it back to its origional size, but it couldn't make the ship bigger, the Wormhole would look compleatly natural on scanners, and the message that was sent would be untraceble unless they wanted it to be.

Lesser Race, you will bow to us, your power is pale compared to our own, nothing you can do will save you should you anger us. Please submit willingly, and do not make us resort to force.

OOC Ok, these guys have no claim over this planet, but they belive this whole galaxy belongs to them, so they are going to do this crap anyway.

OOC: Thats not how I meant my message to come out like :eek: I was just taking an empty planet in this galaxy my old account Sovietia owned its own galaxy I have no intention of owning this galaxy my race is meant to be the survivors from its old galaxy trying to rebuild its self in the milky way

OOC I understand that, but you are talkin to a race who think they own everything, generally they let things happen, if the nations have been there, but they get angry if people just claim planets when they have not been in this galaxy for a while, its just for some fun, we most likely won't win, because we have another problem on our homeworld. Besides, I am not that much bigger then you.

OOC: Oh then I must of just read your post all wrong then :D sorry bout that.

OOC NP, they will fight you, but after they beat you they will give you the stuff you need to rebuild, or you could just surrender and they would leave you alone, you wouldn't know that though so mabey not.

transmission intercepted... decoding
Shike intercepts the transmission from Cryhiathva, breaking the weak code in seconds. Unsure of action, he relayed it to the HomeStar which was still fighting in the Thompsonian Civil War.

[b]TRANSMISSION FROM THE EMPEROR OF MYRODOR TO SHRIKE
You are to continue as planned, find the New Sovietians and extend a diplomatic hand. If they make an offensive move you have full authority to terminate them. We are sending the latest Wraith model to assist in teaching these Alradions and these Cryhiathvians a lesson. If the Cryhiathvians are peaceful enough, you are to act as a diplomat between the two races. the Alradion have one more encampment on the planet which Wraith can take care of.

From the Emperor of Myrodor.



OOC: if you havent already, read a breif factbook at www.freewebs.com/myrodor/index.htm

OOC: cryathva i have read your nation description and their some pretty... odd decisions. do your populace actually trust/like/respect/ do what you tell them to?

The Illustrius was one of the new generation of Siesatian Battleships, a Bladerunner II Class by designation, it had been outfitted with all the new perks, including the latest range of tech to come off the Vector Inc. R&D Department.

Fleet Command to USS Illustrius:

Orders:
Begin Diplomatic Relations with the Colony of New Sovetia.

Objectives:
Begin Trade Negotiations
Begin Peace Negotiations
Discuss Colony Rights
Discuss Possible Outsourcing
Discuss Corporate Expansion

Secondary Objectives:
Protect Colony should occasion arrise

'Fleet Command orders just weren't what they used to be' thought Captain Fedrich Halberd. Not even a 'Hi, howya doin' anymore.


The Illustrius entered the TFTL Conduit, with an ETA of 10 Minuites.

The Illustrius Entered the System with a flash. It then proceded to the planet at a slow rate. The crew was aprehensive about this mission, it was an uncharted planet, and planets like that were ususally under contest by other space faring nations, or the inhabitants.

"Send the message" Captain Halberd ordered to his chief Comm. officer.

Message to New Sovetia:

This is the Siesatian Vessel Illustrius. We detected your message, and have orders to pursue diplomatic negotiations. We come here in peace, and hope we can be of service should the need arise.
~Captain Halberd of the Illustrius~

"Sir, detecting a wormhole!" The science officer announced,
"Seal it if it is artificial, it is within the mandate." He responded.
"Picking up disturbance in the STC!"
"Do not engage, send message to Flaming Souls to tell them the same, we don't know who is here. It doesnt do to open fire on allies! Engage Cloak."

To the outside world, the ship dissapeared, allowing itself to sink into the nullspace between the 3rd and 4th dimensions, it sent 2 messages.

Message to Flaming Souls:

Unknown Ship and wormhole discovered. Coordinates have been attached to this message. We have sealed the artificial wormhole from the cloak, and have sent a message to the unknown vessel. We will not engage unless fired upon or unless colony is fired upon.

Message to Unknown Vessels:

We have detected your approach, state your intentions. We have sealed your rift, declare yourself, hostile, or friendly to the Unified Worlds of Siesatia, and of the ESUS Alliance, should you ignore this message, we will destroy your vessel.

beep!

Message to New Sovetia:

This is the Siesatian Vessel Illustrius. We detected your message, and have orders to pursue diplomatic negotiations. We come here in peace, and hope we can be of service should the need arise.
~Captain Halberd of the Illustrius~

"Greetings this is Imperator I of the New Sovietian Colony, I am pleased to have heard a reply to my message I shall sent a ship to escort you to my office, where we can talk.

-Imperator I of the Colony of New Sovietia"

beep!
"Greetings this is Imperator I of the New Sovietian Colony, I am pleased to have heard a reply to my message I shall sent a ship to escort you to my office, where we can talk.

-Imperator I of the Colony of New Sovietia"

"I shall be waiting, docking bay 22, it has been designated on the attached schematic. We have picked up a ship approaching your colony, its coordinates have also been attached.
~Capt. Halberd~

OOC Those Desicions are odd to a humans point of veiw, those are quite normal desisions from my races point of veiw. They are a fun race to play with, not ones mearly to make human in apperance.

IC The Ship launched fighters, which resized a large distance away from the main ship. A bloom of power would be seen, followed by a Full Wing of fighters in standered formation. They mearly scouted the area, showing no form of agression, yet.

OOC: this is going really well guys, we should all come out of this with allies, i hope.

IC: Shrike watched the New Sovietians from a tree. Unseen, Unheard, Unknown. He dropped down with a thud, the nearby guard turning to face him. The guard raised his rifle and opened his mouth to speak. He was only his finger movement away from death.

A red light appeared on his HUD, a message, this guard would have to wait.

TRANSMISSION FROM EMPEROR OF MYRODOR TO SHRIKE
Due to the inevitable ground assault on Thompsonia, we have decided to use Wraith for that. You are to continue as planned and establish negotiations with both New Sovietia and other peaceful nations. You are the Emperors right hand now, his will incarnate. Should they be aggressive you are to defend yourself at all costs, then hunt them down with extreme prejudice. As a secondary request, terminations must be as graphic as possible to deter others.

From the Emperor of Myrodor


OOC: all this is saying is i have found one of your guards, and if he shoots i go Terminator all over you. otherwise, we shall negotiate.

The Recon-Soldier aims his gun at Shrike then presses a button and activates his communicator "Sir I have contact" he then goes back to focusing his gun on shrike


The Commander makes his way over to the Soldier's positon take a quick looks and notices the Shrike "Soldier lower you weapon" The Soldier then lowers his weapon. The Commander then faces Shrike "Allow me to introduce myself I am Commander Marian of the New Sovietian Armed Forces, I presume that pod was yours as that sort of impact would of been harder for a organic to survive. I take it your here for the peace talks? If you would like to wait a second whilst I call for the transport it will make the ride to the Capital faster" He then activates his Communicator and calls for the drop ship to pick them up

OOC: Waiting to be picked up. =P

The Transport ships glows in the sunlight as it lands nearby, The Commander then escorts Shrike to the Ship. He then faces one of the Solders "You'll have to wait here this transport only fits 12" The ship then takes off leaving the Soldier to have to wait til the second transport arrives to take him back.

After a short trip the transport lands in one of the docking bays onboard the colony ship. "If you would just like to follow me to the Imperators Office. The Commander takes Shrike to the Imperators office, he opens the door for Shrike. The Imperator is sitting at the other end of the room on one of the seats on a round table decorated elegantly. He then gets up to greet his guest

"Hello and Welcome to New Sovietia, I am Imperator I of New Sovietia. If you would to take a seat hopefuly we talk some more"




Meanwhile on another floor of the Ship, An Escort comes to take Capt. Halberd to the Imperators office "Sorry about the delay, If you would just like to step into this room, The Imperator would like to talk to you." He then takes him into the room with the Imperator having just finished greeting Shrike "Hello and Welcome to New Sovietia, I am Imperator I of New Sovietia. If you would to take a seat the three of us can hopefuly talk some more"

At the far end of the newly colonized system a minor hyperspace ripple, one so small that it could be passed over as a sensory glitch, gave birth to a small frigate which glided serenly through space, watching these events unfold.


Nothing goes unseen in the Eye of the Trailarii

"Indeed, I have brought with me, sensor scans of the ship which approaches your world... It has sent out fighters, probobly scanning to see which targets to hit first. My government could be contacted, and persuaded to assist you. I already have orders to protect the colony, should it come under fire."

Recieving the transmissions, and learning of the apparently hostile ship in the vicinity, Colonel Berain knew what he had to do.

"Ensign, open a comm channel to FSSF HQ, encryption code 53085-DA." the Colonel ordered.

FSSF HQ from FSS Reorx's Forge

We have possible hostiles in the area. Seeing as we do not have offensive capabilities, what do you reccomend? Also, Siesatia is here to help.

Within minutes Berain had his reply

FSSF HQ Orders for the Reorx's Forge

Stay in system and continue diplomatic mission, the FSS Tribunal will be sent to deal with any possible hostile forces.

With his orders, Colonel Berain sent out two more messages.

To: Imperator I of New Sovietia
From: Colonel Berain of the FSS Reorx's Forge

We are now in orbit of your planet, please advise us as to where we can meet you. Also, our HQ has authorized the deployment of the Misheru Class ship FSS Tribunal. It will be here to safe guard your nation until such a time as we feel you do not need our help.

~~Comm Ended~~

To: Siesatia
Thank you for the info, we have word that the new FSS Tribunal is to be dispatched here to help deal with any hostile forces.

~~Comm Ended~~

Sitting down Colonel Berain wiped his forehead, They are sending in a Misheru Class...the newest and most lethal ship that we have. This could be serious.

OOC: New Sovietia, Siesatia says hi...

((OOC: Going a new direction with my RP with this post...experimenting with something))

*slow thunderous percussions fade into a deep moving violin and bass melody*
A rift in the STC appears and nothing happens for some time.

Five minutes later, a huge ship comes into existance as the rift closes. The ship, a 15 km long monstrosity bears the insignia of the FSS Tribunal.

*melody speeds up*
The ship moves towards the newly colonized planet.

*music stops*
The captain of the FSS Tribunal sits down in his command chair. Wearing black combat boots, black pants, a black shirt and a black trench coat, the man looked nothing short of imposing. Sliding on his black sunglasses he ordered the comm officer to open hailing frequencies.

To: Imperator I of New Sovietia
From: General Jenkins of the FSS Tribunal

Hey, hows it going? We are here to make sure your people aren't blown to smithereens by some warmongering, communistic, tree-hugging hippie nation. This here ship should prove more than enough to defend you against any aggressors who might take note of you. Now, if you will excuse me...People to do, things to see if you know what I mean.

General Jenkins Out

With the message sent, General Jenkins began to order scans of the surrounding system with an extra 2 parsecs distance. Waiting for the scans to complete, the General popped in a CD. Over the ships P.A. system the music started to play *War's Lowrider is played*. The ships second in command, looked at the General with a smile.

"Bryce, isn't this a little out of line?" she asked.

"No, not one bit. It is my ship after all." The general replied.

OOC Uh, my main ship is the size of a spek of dust, you would only know about the Five fighters swooping around in a full wing, I shall edit this post in a while densits apointment, also, anyone have any IM adresses?

OOC:

Me: UthRptr2

Um, Flaming Souls and I Possess very very powerful technologies, level 16 and 15 temporal technologies respectively. Our sensors can pick you up no problem. Heck, I have a feeling any sensor able to pick up energy emmissions can pick it up.

Also, your going to find, that such a small ship is going to be a disadvantage. Instead of it taking 20 torpedoes to take you down, it will probobly take 1.

You have yet to respond to any messages sent to ya, is this on purpose, or oversight?

OOC Ok, that was because for some reason my computer was not reading the codes. And we have the ability to control the size of our ships, they can go from their origional size to the size of a speak of dust. The other thing is, my guys are not unadvanced, if they wanted to be hidden, they could be, but whatever

IC Commander Ultan Stood on the deck, his three tails supported in the chairs decks. He looked at the incoming message, smiling, which showed to good way his fangs. He looked around the deck and nodded.

"Skip us to full size" He said softly. "Lets show them a real ship"

The small ship waited, right before a massive power burst as the ship appered in all its glory. A pause, followed by a rapid fire of pods that where under size generators. They where pratcily unditectible. These zoomed towards the surface of the planet.

Meanwhile, the ship sent out the message.

Insolent fools, dare you think we are unsificiant to defend ourselves, you are our searvents, you should be acting as such, now, help us bring this new nation to our command!

As the Transport ship lay docked on the ground news of the Missle fire reached the command room soon. As the lights started flashing, A woman in her early 20's gets into the room in a panic "Shit, Whats happening?", "Captain Leyla, The vessel reported earlier has apparently enlarged in size and has fired on us our, shields should be able to protect us for a short amout of time but we have already had to suspend all work outside." says one of the tech's in room before focusing back on the monitor beside him "Get the fighters on stand by and wait for my signle for launch we'll have to wait until of this help that has been promised is ready for attack or they will just be waisted" Captain Leyla quickly types up a report to send to the Imperator


Meanwhile in the Imperator's Office "Im afraid the progress of our talks may have to be put on hold I have just recieved word that an enemy ship has fire weapons at us if you would like you can stay here our defensive capabilites should be able to hold out for a while still or if you wish to return to your ships feel free too. If you dont mind excusing me for a second I have a few messages to send"

To Unkown Enemy Ship

I am Imperator I of the New Sovietian's your attack on this nation will not be without retribution and in regards to being your servents we shall never serve your or your people. The communication abruptly ends

The transmission had taken some time to reach the eyes of the Imperium; occupied as it was with other matters, that took the attention of its vast fleets and warriors to far off systems; yet still it had been located, detected, and now; in the absence of the Emperor, the ArchMagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus brought himself forward; his sickly flesh writhin with implants in devotion to the Machine God.

"People of New Sovietia; we are the Chronosian Imperium; servants of the true Gods...We would be...Interested in establishing diplomatic relations with your fledgling Empire...For you show, much potential for one so reduced."

"Sir, the unknown ship has resized. And it is sending out a message." the comm officer stated.

General Jenkins looked at the ship now on-screen with a smirk. "Play the message."


Insolent fools, dare you think we are unsificiant to defend ourselves, you are our searvents, you should be acting as such, now, help us bring this new nation to our command!

"Now wait a minute...this ship was all itty bitty and then got all big and they seem to think that they own everything. And that we are there servents? My ass. Send this reply." the General said with a laugh.

To: Still Unknown Ship
From: General Jenkins of theFSS Tribunal

Who are you to make these claims of us being your servants? And help you be an imperialistic little punk? Right. Oh, and have you taken a look at our "insolent" ship over here? Yeah. Have a nice day.

Sincerely,
The Insolent Fool, General Jenkins
~~end transmission~~

"Tactical, get us lined up with that ship, if they so much as move an atom the wrong way at us I want to know. We wait for them to take hostile action. Also, send out the Raptors." the General ordered.

"How many sir?" the Tactical officer asked.

"All of them." Bryce reiterated.

Throughout the ship, lights were flashing and the comm officer was heard over the P.A.

All Raptor pilots, Scramble Scramble

Within 10 minutes there were 10,000 P4X20 Raptor's formed up in their various wings and squadrons around the Tribunal.

Message to USS Illustrius:
From: Fleet Command

It has come to the attention of Fleet Command, that the Illustrius may not be able to contain this situation alone. It is therefor the descision of the council, that the Freestar V and the rest of the first fleet be sent to assist.


The Freestar V, the legandary 25 Kilometer Carrier, the flagship of the entire navy, commanded by Fleet Commander Syphera, the hero of the Unified Worlds. It was feared, both because of it's heavy fighter compliment, it being over 25,000 Fighters and Bombers, and its technology, it being upgraded monthly.

These thoughts ran through Captain Halberds mind. They recieved the new message, and saved it for forwarding to the fleet, when it arrived in 15 minuites.

Message to Unknown ships:
Sure, alright, drop your shields so we may 'serve' you... Actually, we have a better idea, surrender, the First Fleet is on the way, and will not hesitate to destroy you, if one more shot is taken against New Sovetia, it will be considered an act of war against a UWS Protectorate. New Sovetia was just added to the protectorate list by popular vote, and any futher hostilities will be considered an act of war.

~Halberd~

OOC The things that where fired where pods, containing scout like units, and please, don't take this nation to what I am like, I am just keeping IC with the nation.

IC Ultan sighed, pushing a white strand of hair from his face. He looked at his right wing and nodded, the man pressed a number of buttons on the pannel before him, showing them a picture of the system with all ship locations.

"Call back in the wing, then do a quick jump to the other side of the planet. I think a chase will be fun" He smiled, once again showing those dark fangs.

On the surface, the pods skiped size right before hitting the surface, and they opened to show the things inside. They where extreamly thin humaniods, with clawed hands and three tails, one from the base of the spine and two from the shoulders. Their skin was a blackish blue, while their hair was unifomly red. Their eyes where yellow, and their ears where praticly just holes in their head.

The began to move, armed with a form of rifle. They didn't move towards the cities, more away from them infact. The Stratergy seemed usless, but thats from the human veiw, the Cryhiathans where not so useful.

OOC: I understand, I have nothing against you, Siesatia ICly are anti Imperialistic, and will fight to protect the weak.

The Freestar V, and the rest of the First Fleet came into the system. The fleet began to approach the vessel. Shields up, and weapons charged. The carriers themselves, hung back, ready to unload their deadly cargo on the ship.

Two small transports broke off from the group, and began to head for the inpact sites. Loaded to the teeth with brand new Vector Sypher-Omega and Sypher-Nova Tanks, and a battalion of Siesatian Marines, they were to dispatch the troops sent in by the hostile ship.

Message to Unknown ship:
This is Fleet Commander Syphera, stand down, you are hoplessely outnumbered, and we will not hesitate to fire on you. If fire is exchanged, it will be considered an act of war, and we will retalliate with heavy strikes on your planets. Your imperialistic actions have upset the balence, and we will correct it by any means nessisary. Recall your surface troops, or they will be eradicated. This is your final warning. Surrender.
Syphera Out.



Encoded Transmission to Allied Forces:
Ulitimateum sent, we only need to wait for their responce. Ready your ships, and we will fire the moment they fire on us. Our combined forces measure a 100,000 fighter fielding unit, not including any aditional troops, and we have brought enough ships to hold the planet aganist invasion.
Syphera Out.

First Fleet:

Freestar V (25K fighter)
4 Freestar III Class (16K fighter each)
12 Bladerunner II Class
4 Gizamaluke Class Temporal Dreadnaughts
7 Flying Falcon Transport
6 Polaris Class Temporal Battleships

Ultan sighed, looking at the enemy who belived that these forces would be enough to stop them.

"Jump" He said simply, as the ship was sent to the oposite side of the planet from the main Siesatian fleet.

You have gone to far, we rule this galaxy, we are not your enemy, should you attack us, we will see it as rebellion and you will be delt with! But not before you see this planet swallowed by a wormhole. You searve US! We will not fall to your wishes, and you will assist us in forcing our enemy who has claimed our land without permission to come under our rule as you are or shall be punsihed by law to disrespecting a superior officer!

((OOC: All things in Bold are song lyrics, not things my people say))

You have gone to far, we rule this galaxy, we are not your enemy, should you attack us, we will see it as rebellion and you will be delt with! But not before you see this planet swallowed by a wormhole. You searve US! We will not fall to your wishes, and you will assist us in forcing our enemy who has claimed our land without permission to come under our rule as you are or shall be punsihed by law to disrespecting a superior officer!

General Jenkins listened to the message and merely laughed. So the guys ship could jump to the other side of the planet. He was standing on a ship that could traverse the known universe in seconds. He thinks we are his peons, yet our peoples could smash him to a pulp. His law applies to us less than that of the so called laws of physics. Let us see him do his worst.

Lighting a cigarrette, the General sent out three messages.

To: Siesatian Fleet
From: General Jenkins of the FSS Tribunal

Hail, warm greetings...blah blah blah...How we gonna deal with this peon? I have 10,000 fighters on the ready, but with his little "teleporting" trick it will be hard to catch him. Any idea where his home planet is? If so I can just track it down and solve the problem. Let me know, im out for a bit.
~~End Transmission~~

To: Imperator I
From: General Jenkins

Hey, this guy is getting gutsy, it might be a good plan to evacuate your people, and if he does go through with this and destroy's your planet, I have a few extras laying around that you would be more than welcome to have. Also, if he does this, we will pursue him to his doorstep and repay him in kind.
~~End Transmission~~

Sitting back, Bryce debated what CD to put in next. Leafing through his collection he finally selected one, and put it in.
*Bloodhound Gangs The Roof is on Fire plays over the comms*

To: Agressive Ship
From: General Jenkins

The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is on Fire...
Hello again, nice to see you are delirious in fear, thinking that your one ship can be a match against the forces assembled here. Should you show any act that can be percieved as war upon the nation of New Sovietia, Flaming Souls will declare war upon you. And then you shall feel the true might of a space power.
We don't need no water
This is your last chance from us, we realize that the Siesatian Fleet has delivered their ultimatum, if you do not reply to either ours or theirs within 2 standard hours, or show any hostility within that time, consider our offer of a peaceful resolution null and void.
Burn Mother Fucker Burn
~~End Transmission~~

Laughing, General Jenkins took another drag off of his smoke. This should prove entertaining.

Ultan gestured for his Right Wing to put up a video screen, his face split into a grin. Around the newly colonized world, as well as on all screens on the enemy ship, he would be visable.

"Well, I am quite impressed with your threats," He said confidently. "They have no effect, but are nicely worded and would make a less skilled general Cring. But I have commanded against the Krash, the Darkness, I know how to destroy outnumbering odds." He smiled. "I am now going to show you why I don't fear you. They are called wormholes, we can put you anywhere you like. Want a display?" He nodded to his Left wing, who pressed a combonation of buttons, a blue line flashed out, before one of the ships was swallowed and placed on the other side of the formation. "Now, why fear this? What happens if that ship comes up in the middle of another ship, or in a sun? This is why you will not force me to send your fleets flying into a sun, or eachother. Now, are you going to surrender or not?" He all of a sudden smiled, showing the fangs. "I will wait for your answer."

To: General Jenkins

We are well prepared to leave if need be


In the Command Room "It appears what they fired on us was some pods or something of the sort or just really guided missles non of them came to close to the ship but I would advise sending out a scout ship to make sure there not some other sort of weapon" Leyle sends a message to Commander Marian to get scout out the objects

WAR Read the Headlines in the Flaming Souls capital, word had spread fast.

~~~New Sovietia Galaxy~~~

The FSS Tribunal sent many messages at that time.

To: Imperator I of New Sovietia
From: General Jenkins

No time for formalities right now, you need to get your people off that planet now. This ship is hostile, if you can, load everyone back onto your colony ship, I can send you coordinates for a system in the Triangulum Galaxy where you will be safe, if you so desire. The Quantum Singularity of Flaming Souls has just declared war upon this ship, and its nation.
~~End Transmission~~

To: Siesatian Fleet
From: General Jenkins

Just letting you know that we are now at war with this ship and its respective nation, any information you have regarding it would be much appreciated.
~~End Transmission~~

To: General Jenkins
From: FSSF Command

General, you will be the ranking officer of the offensive fleet, use it as you will. Alpha through Gamma fleets will be under your control.
~~End Transmission~~

To: Hostile Threat
From: Your Worst Nightmare

Seeing as you have made a hostile move against the peaceful nations assembled here, my nation has declared war on you. We will not rest until your skulls are piled in pyramids on your homeworld where your women and children can cry seeing them. We also regret to inform you that your days are numbered.
~~End Transmission~~

"I want to know when someone on that hostile ship so much as sneezes. Lock all guns on it, send the 124th through 150th wing to defend the New Sovietians" the General ordered. His day was complete, he was going to get to senselessly(sp?) destroy an unwitting aggressor.

Galeel would be jealous, I wonder if he will be showing up, or if he has some temporal incursion bs to deal with. Bryce thought bitterly.

OOC What? Oh great, that was not ment to happen! I just move a ship from one point to another, and told you what we could do, we also threatened you, thats it.

IC Ultan looked at the message and turned to the camera, his face livid.

"Why do you humans fight us! You are already conquered, we have been your masters since the awakening. By Vakuria, Anuta and Mi, by the Trinity, are we such cruel masters that you must jump to fight us? So be it! You have been warned, and you did not heed, now you must suffer!"

He cut the transmission, and sat in his command chair, taking the command of the targeting of the ship. He locked onto the largest of the enemy ships, before activating the weapon.

Outside, the ship launched blue beams, which took the ships and displaced them, putting them almost inside eachother, swaping formations and putting them in the planets atmospheare, while others went in oceans, and others still would be flung towards the systems sun. He screamed into the intercom for the other ships to hear. "I will accept your surrender once more, just take this to the limits, you will not be given another chance, let things go back to how they where, we didn't even do anything with you, one signiture and you will most likely not hear of us again! Now, what say you!"

OOC Ok, this may seem a bit godmodish, but we only have this one ship, plus the station in orbit around our planet that can use these weapons.

On the Colony ship, In the Imperators Office "Im afraid the situation has taken a turn for the worse, Capt. Halberd It would be better if you left this ship and if possible could you please take Shrike with you, We will be going a long distance away and may not be able to let him return." The Imperator had a sad look on his face as Capt.Halberd and Shrike where escorted to Capt. Halberds ship . . . He then went to his desk to issue a command.

To Command Station

This is the Imperator its time to initiate our plan make sure everyone is ready for this I want as few deaths as possible.

The Colony ship slowly lifted off the ground after it got to a fair height from the ground, A portal was opened infront of the ship and it slowly entered the brightly coloured portal soon it was engulfed.

The portal re-opens inside the enemy vessel and the backhalf of the New Sovietian Colony ship merges into the structure of the Unkown ship, the two ships suffer imense damage the one ship slowly warps into the other. the front section of the colony ship partialy intact slowly propels out of the mangled wreckage of ships and another portal opens up ahead and the remainder of the Sovietian race moves on once again, To settle once again in a quite and safe place. but before the ship enters the portal a message is sent to all ships in the area.

To All Ships:

This is Imperator I once of New Sovietia, if your getting this message it means our plan has worked and hopefuly destroyed the weapon that was used by the enemy ship. I am no more as I went down with the half of the ship that would of been lost I would like to wish you all luck in your endevours and to the Race of the Unkown Ship I hope that you have learnt the power of the Sovietian Empire . . . We thought of the trick thanks to you and we have tried to only disable your weapons system you are free to warp back to where ever it is you came from the damages suffered by all races today are more than enough

Imperator I of New Sovietia,
Signing out

The Colony ship enters the portal, escaping destruction once again in the hopes of Surviving the Sovietian Race some where far away.

We will Return.

OOC: To Cryhiathva the idea of leaving your engines is so that you can leave the system and the damage in time can be repaired. Its meant to be a heroic last stand lets hope it comes out like one :cool: To all the nations involved thanks for the fun RP

Siesatia has declared open war on Cryhiathva.

Early today, the congress declared open war on Cryhiathva, for opening fire on a Siesatian protectorate. New Sovetia was forced from their planet... in retalliation, Siesatia will take the planet, and hold it under the UWS banner. Cryhiathva will not take their prize. The fleet command is preparing to invade the Cryhiathva homeworld, and force reparations.

More to come after this commercial break...


Message to Flaming Souls:
We have detected fighters on the planet, they were beamed there, this is considered a hostile act, and we are preparing to launch fighters. We suggest full authority to destroy these invaders, as they have attacked a newly claimed Siesatian Planet, and must be repelled from our space.


Message to Cryhiathva Ship:
We detect fear, fear, from our overlords? You do not fit your self declared role very well, and as such, you must be appraised of several things...

You are tresspassing on Siesatian territory, and have committed a hostile act against an ally. You have been designated for destruction, and your homeworld for anexation. Should you surrender now, you will be considered prisoners of war, and will be treated as such. We have activated an FTLi field in the area, extending one lightyear's distance, and are ready to seal any further wormhole activity. Surrender or perish.

((OOC: I suggest that we start a new thread for the war, seeing as at least three nations will be involved.))

Message to New Sovietian Colony:

As we stated before, if you need a home planet for whatever reason, you are more than welcome to have some of the planets in our galaxy. Also, we are saddened by your loss of Imperator I and hope that a suitable successor may be found swiftly so that your nation can continue on undeterred, have no fear of these Cryhiathva scum, they will be shortly wiped out. A diplomatic ship is currently en route from the Flaming Souls homeworld to present an treaty. Again, we are saddened by your loss, aa' ho coiarim rina kalina i' men

~~End Transmission~~

Message to Siesatian Fleet

We notice that you as well have gone to war with our common enemy. Let us proceed forth as allies, any information you could provide us would be much appreciated. Such as the location of his homeworld so that we may send fleets there. Also, a diplomatic envoy is en route to your homeworld to negotiate an alliance against Cryhiathva. As it lies, we must return to other pressing matters.

~~End Transmission~~

Message to Cryhiathvian Ship

Goodbye

~~End Transmission~~

((ooc: the war thread can be located here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8807032#post8807032)))