NationStates Jolt Archive

"-an' dat is why we 'r moving to da west! Ta feed da children!"
The last remark was met by applause, although many of the Goblins in the audience could care less about their children. It was a good, classic line. Very traditional.
It did not impress the individual at the back of the Great Hall with the rifle. He was too busy taking aim. The two Kingsmen at the door had givin him trouble, at least they didnt scream like the others had. That had brought even more guards down on him.
"Once we are finish occupying da west, we will build lotsa nice houses, especialy one fer me. But dere will be lotsa space fer da oder people dat want ta move dere. And further..."
The assassin grumbled under his breath. Krark knew how to handle Goblins, that was true. Tell them what they wanted to hear in the shortest words possible. Perhaps saying 'further' was a bad idea, since it was more than one sylable and wasnt used in everyday conversation. Ah, well...
The sniper, his face hidden in a bit of rag, lined up a shot right into the Kings throat, so he wouldnt be able to make any famous last remarks.
The assassin grimaced at a particularly cliche remark, then settled down, adjusted his aim one final time, and pulled the trigger.
CRACK!
The bullet whizzed down the hall, passing through a few ears, and entered King Krarks chest just above the heart. The bullets path took it on a course that sliced open two important arteries, pierced a lung, and shattered the spine.
Green blood spurted over the first few rows of the audience, ruining a number of expensive suits.
The sniper had vanished, pursued by a number of guards and civilians, out for blood.

Word spread quickly that Krark was dead.
About thirty factions immidiatly sprang up, each sporting an 'heir' or 'appointed representative in case of death'. King Krarks son, at least, his only official one, was nowhere to be found.
There was a bloody scene in the Throne Room when two self-appointed heirs appeared at the same time, and much confusion because they were both twins. Eventualy this was settled when a general came in and shot everybody.
He had just enough time to set up the emergency transmitter for radio, television and internet broadcasts to tell everybody that he was in charge when a few priests ran in and slaughtered the military high command.
The High Priest of Nurgle, God of Stuff, started his transmission declaring that the Gods now ruled Blood Moon, but had to stop and fight off the newly formed Red Blood Goblins, the local communist party, when they attacked.
Another heir showed up though, this one with a machine gun and a small tank of some kind, and killed everybody.
After sealing the doors to the room and properly securing everything else, he made HIS transmission announcing that HE was now the leader and he was damned if anybody else was.
This was fine by the Crescent goblins, Islamic fundamentalists who were rather unpopular, but very zealous, who were dumping alchemical waste into the rooms air vents.
This went on for some time.
While the nation was in a state of general confusion and all the various political parties were in Gundabad trying to get to the throne room, six Goblins met in a small room in Frozen Claw, the capitol of Blood Moons northern province.
The local capitol was a glacier that had formed over a hill, then melted, leaving what was basicaly a mountain of ice around a small hill.
Totaly inexplicable, but still very impressive.
The goblins all wore black, they thought it was cool. The mysterious effect of their hoods was somewhat lost because of their long noses, sticking out about five inches from the edge of their hoods.
"Greetings my bretheren. What is the report from Gundabad?"
"Our assassin has succeded, Krark is dead and we can begin...what was that sound?"
"Nevermind the sound. We shall begin our assault soon."
"Err...it sounds like ice cracking..."
"Bah! This glacier has stood here for the past ten thosand years! Its not going to move now!"
And then, entirely by coincidence, a cylinder of ice thirty feet wide fell into the room and killed them all.
Thus the plan, which was really quite a good idea and would have led to hundreds of years of peace and prosperity, was lost.
Too bad, eh?

(OOC:
Anybody is welcome, althogh some anti-non-human nations would be nice, come on in and fight the 'inferior' goblins :P

(OOC-The Corporation would like to join in... we are very Anti Non-human :))

High Command of the Kraven Corporation

"Yes Grand Admiral.. The Nation has Devolved into complete chaos..."

"This will be most beneficial to the Corporation Commander?"

"Yes Grand Admiral... the Corporation has been looking for Slaves to aid in our mining camps for such a long time... a swift and sudden attack on Blood Moon would breed certian success and we would have an endless supply of slaves that will fuel the corporations economy indefinatly..."

"Very well.... Dispatch The Capitol Police Forces.... I want All available detachments in Blood Moon... Ensure you Dont Fail the Corporation.... Father would not look upon you with favourable eyes Commander..."

"I understand Grand Admiral.."


High Command Address the Citiznes of Kravonika The Kraven Capital city

"Citizens of Kravonika... We are preparing for war... We march today under a united banner of the Corporation... our eyes set firmly on the goal of Blood Moon... the Non-Human goblins will be crushed in their confusion and brough under control of the Iron Fist government of the Corporation... They will serve our needs.... They Will Toil in our mines... They Will Toil in our factories!... Today! We... The People of the Corporation stand united and proud... and I... Grand Admiral Horst assure you that our Glorius Capitol Police will return Victorious!"

The Gathered crowds cheer... and the Corporation anthem starts playing.... all over the nation people are in jubilation... and on every air field hundereds of VTOL transport and attack craft are preparing to disembark... everywhere the Capitol Police are Mobilizing... armouring up... preparing to embark on one of the biggest and boldest attacks the corporation has ever commited itself to....

(OOC - Oh and Here is a picture of the Capitol Police http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/jinrock2.jpg )

jellybeans to you

OOC:
Oh, this is gonna be FUN, guys in big bulky armour are always welcome to attack Blood Moon :)

IC:
The remains of the govorment, on hearing that another nation would be invading, quickly packed up and fled to the outskirts of the nation, hiding in the large bunkers scattered throughout the lands. When sealed these were almost impossible to find, or, if found, to get into.
They took with them most of the nations modern arms, tanks, planes, missiles, and so forth.
The militias that proliferated shortly after Krarks assassination almost immidiatly sprang into action, snatching what hadnt been taken by the surviving govornment organizations and mounting their defences. It wouldnt be much of a fight, but Goblins like to die heroicaly.
Fighting still continued in Gundabad, the capitol, where heirs and so forth fought for control. Nobody there had heard about the invasion anyway.

(OOC - Nice how do we want to work this out... pm? email? bearing in mind im going away for 4 days so i wont be able to post until i get back... if you want i can either begin the attack... or RP more preping of forces? its up to you :) oh and fighting squishy gobo's is always fun :) lol)

Corporation Air Field number 8856

The Many black vtols were preparing to disembark... the Capitol police were lined up outside.... on the flanks of the craft awaiting orders to begin the attack... officers ran to and fro dishing out orders to ground crew... and instructing the mindless killing machines of the Capitol police where to stand...


a Squadron of VTOL Bombers were en route to Bloodmoon... they had orders to attack indiscriminantly... the hope was the cowardly goblins would surrender as the first Jack booted Stormtrooper touched Gobo soil...

Blood Moon Airspace

"This is Bomber wing Charlie 443 we are Entering Blood Moon Airspace... we are preparing the attack vectors... Alpha... Wiskey... Tango... Delta... Foxtrot....Air Command we have Vectors locked... Preparing the Run.."

"Understood that Bomber Wing Charlie 443... Vectors Confirmed... Your Clear to run..."

the vtol bombers swang low... flying at high altitude over the land of blood moon below.... the bombers... large bulky craft with four distinct ram jet engines attached to the fuslage powered the large cumbersome craft through the air... the bombardier looked through a tracking device that produced a cross hair on the land that passed below...

"Eta to Gundabad 6 minutes.... Will Notify"

"Understood Bombardier... Pilot out..."

"Air Command this is Bomber Wing Charlie 443.... we are 6 minutes from the capitol..."

suddenly the craft was rocked... an explosing out side caused the craft to judder suddenly... bits of paper from the flight crews desk fell to the floor... and the pilot struggled to maintain control...

"Fucking hell... Flak... We Weren't warned of flak... Stupid fucking Intelligence Agency..."

"Dont worry about it... This bird can handle plenty of flak.. she eats the fuckers for breakfast.."

the pilots chuckled... but the bombarider didnt like it one bit...

the air around the bomber wing exploded in black plumes of smoke... every so often their would be a slight repreive as the gobos ran to get more ammunition...

"Eta 3 Minutes... Will Inform..."

"Understood Bombardier.."

"Air Command... Bomber Wing Charlie 443... We Are 3 minutes from Target zone"

"Acknowleged Bomber Wing Charlie 443"

then as before the flak started again... sending plumes of black smoke errupting in the clear blue sky... the vtols rocked and shook with each detonation... then suddenly without warning... the last vtol of the formation was torn through the middle by a flak shell.. it exploded inside the cabin... deonating its payload of bombs and sent shrapnel raining down on the country side below... bits of VTOL flew everywhere... and now without the control of the pilot the VTOL ram jet screeched in the sudden power surge it roared into the air just missing the lead VTOL and soared high into the atmosphere until its little amount of fuel left was spent... where it plumeted back down to the ground below..

"Shit.. Fucking Flak... "

"Calm Down.... its gunner be alright.. "

"Fuck.. Were gunner die..."

"Look.. Why the fuck did you join up then..."

"So I didnt have to work in those god forsaken mines... and I wasn't bred to fight like those Capitol Police Freaks... I'd rather be Human and die... than some twisted Mindless killing machine... that doesnt care wether he lives or dies... just follows ordrs...."

"Look.. shut the fuck up... where are we?"

"We are over the target zone... Prepare for Attack..."

"Understood..."

"Bomber wing.... preapre for attack..."

the bombardier flicked open the console and pressed several buttons... the underneath of the vtol opened slowly... reavealing the innards of the beast... flak rained all around still... but the bombers were over the target area and the mission was nearly completed...

"Preapare to engage... on my mark"

"Undestood... "

"3.....2......1.... Mark"

in unision all bomber vtols in the wing began to deploy the pay load... 17 5000kg bombs were dropped in one single VTOL... they soared down to the buildings below... screaming a high piched whistles within minutes of being dropped... ripples of explosions rocked through the city... below buildings errupted in great plumes of fire... masonry fell like rain... and goblins screamed and ran for cover.. further explosions rocked the city again... like a great earthquake... buildings crumbled... and roads were blown clean in two... massive craters were left where a park had been moments before and smoke now billowed from burning buildings... goblins stood in the street bewildered at what just had happend...

while in the sky... the vtol bomber wing was returning home...

"See... it wasnt so bad was it?"

"No... But we gotta get back now.."

"Pffft... they'll be too busy trying to put out fires now..."

suddenly the sky was filled again with flak... as the vtols wheeled round and began to turn home the Gobo gunners returned fire... hoping to score another kill... flak errupted everywhere.. the sky filled with as much lead as possible... praying that it would bring one down.... and their prayers were answered...

the lead VTOL... its conopy struck dead on by a flak shell... smashed the glass... the high altitude and pressurised cabin... sucked the pilots out... they fell... screaming at the prospect of a violent death... while being showered with glass and other debry from within the vtol... the bombardier... held on bravly to the seat he was just a few seconds ago sat on... the lead vtols nose back to dive... without a pilot.. and no one at the controls.. it began to dive head long towards the ground below..... the bombardier struggled to hold on.. but as the cabin pressure equalised.. he found it easier.... he looked around.. shocked to see both pilots missing... replaced with red hot flak and broken glass.... he quckly took stock of his thoughts and scrambled into the cockpit... his eyes widened as he saw the approaching ground... grabbing the controls he fought as hard as he could to pull the nose up... but alas it was in vain... the controls were unresponsive... he couldnt feel the ram jets tilt to change its tragectory and within a few mintues... the massive bomber plouged through a field.... and ending up stopping a few hundered yards away leaving a 800 yard gouge in the soil.... the bombardier was killed in the crash.. his head impaled on a broken peice of cockpit canopy as the nose impacted with the ground....

the rest of the wing... returned to the corporations air field... and reported the casualties...

2 Vtol Bomners

6 Crew....

Blood Moon Goblins,

A passing recon satelite in the area has picked up conflict within your Nation. Normally, we would put this down to internal affairs or even a Goblin-standard practical joke, but we can clearly see a Kravenian ((correct me if i'm wrong)) serial number on a peice of debris floating in a swamp. If asked, the forces of Concremo will intervene in any way you see fit to resolve a potentially dangerous situation.

We understand that you may want instant revenge, and in the eventuality of open warfare we will keep our physical involvement to a minimum.

On another note, however, we have a wide range of weapons that will suit your needs and teach those bastards who not to mess with. I personally reccomend the Anti-Civilian missiles.

Minister of External Conflict,
Concremo.

OOC: Hell, this looks interesting... But I need some more information. Is this MT, FT, or what-have-you. I'm totally open to any non-human races... I mean, our special ops unit is a bunch of Raptors. Anyway, just post or TG, I'd like to get in on this.

OOC:
We can arrange this by TG, since my parents have this annoying habit of reading my Email >_<

Its sort-of what-have-you, I dont mind FT as long as you leave all your lasers, giant uber-ships and suchlike in space and dont use it on me :P

BTW, Goblins dont have any above ground cities, theyre all inside mountains except for a very few out in the plain.

Basic description of Blood Moon:
Its a large swamp, surrounded by a ring of mountains, surrounded by a HUGE empty plain. Theres ocean to the north, and a sort of frontier to the east, west and south.
The capitol is a large mountain a little bit south and east of the center of the swamp. Dont bother bombing it unless you have something REALLY big, or accurate enough to fly down the air vents, which wont happen unless Luke Skywalker is on your side :)

You can go ahead and attack, I wont be doing much until after you finish of my official military.

Concremo, theres nobody to reply, the govornment is in hiding and the militia groups are in it for the fighting.

IC:
Many Goblins were cheered by the fact that they were finnaly going to have a good war, there hadnt been one for, ohh, a few weeks. It was rather sad that Krark was dead, he was generaly regarded as 'the great modernizer' for bringing Blood Moon into whatever century it was.
However now was a time for preparation. Many siezed their homemade weapons, blunderbussess, grenades and rifles, specialized for the Goblins particular brand of guerilla warfare.
The underground kind, mostly.
About a hundred feet under Blood Moon is a rats nest of tunnels, usualy about three feet tall and two or so wide, perfect for Goblins to run along. Every hundred yards there are small rooms, intersections and other rest points. There is no organization, no predictable pattern, nothing. Just tunnels linking into other tunnels which follow no predictable path.
It is said that if a large enough amount of people were to jump up and down on the plains they would collpase the entire area.
There was little doubt that the human invaders would occupy Blood Moon, but they would pay heavily for every bit of ground.
Most of the Goblins dispersed into the massive wasteland surrounding the central mountains and swamp, where grey dust proliferated and made camoflage fairly easy. That and most invaders felt safe in flat terrain and took fewer precautions.
Humans thought they were masters of the three dimensional battlefield, land sea and air. All the way, hoo-rah and so forth.
They almost never looked down.

OOC: Sounds good, my nation is PMT, but we have some forces off earth, it hasn't been revealed yet, but Raptoria is a planet in a near galaxy, it's forces are similar to those we have on Earth, so I can use that.

We'd begin an invasion only if there was some resource we could mine and get money off of, such as oil, gold, or diamonds. Assuming there is, I'll start it off like this...

IC:

The Light Raptorian Dropships entered the atmosphere, there was about 50 of them, a starting wave. The total troops was about 25,000. These ships were followed by a wave of screaming Fighters and Bombers. "Veskin, dvanish vaska, yuatas?" (Translation: Roger, ships have entered the atmosphere, what is your status?") The lead fighter sent to all his wingmates. It was followed by a series of short beeps, singling every ship had made it sucessfully into the Blood Moon atmosphere. The lead fighter pilot was named Winged Sergeant Takavash Ulikn, he was the airforce on-site commander of all the Raptorian Ships. The ground forces General, Helvan Vildel, was located on one of the dropships. Vildel picked up a radio and opened a COM to Ulikn. "Comrade, how are you?" He said in a light-hearted voice. There was static, and finally a reply.
"Just fine comrade, and yourself?"
"Not bad, the atmosphere entry wasn't as bad as normal."
"Yeah, how're your troops doing?"
"Good, they're locked and ready for combat. The transport vehicles, scouts, and tanks are ready and at 100%."
"Excellent, Ulikn out."
The COM ended, but Ulikn sent another message to all the ships. "We'll be landing in less than a minute, prepare for departure, Winged Sargeant out." He clicked off the transmitter, and pulled a hard up on this control stick. The dropships touched the swampy ground, some deploying the vehicles, others with soldiers running out. Ulikn smiled, another joyus war for the Raptorian Federation.

OOC: Sorry about the typos, I'm in school and can't check spelling at the moment. How's this sound, once I get my ground troops deployed, they'll move forward a half-mile, and encounter their first foes, aye? Just to let you know, I have the fighters and bombers circling the LZ and surrounding area.

A shadow passed over the swamplands, a full moon and a cloudless sky casting jumpy shadows among the plants. A large v-shaped bomber craft was flying at a rediculous altitude in the very boundaries of the earth's atmosphere.

No-one knows who they are, where they came from or where they are headed. It was a bulky stealth bomber, painted dark grey with black parts and not one logo, badge or serial number in the whole thing.

Its every movement was tracked, noted and modified automatically by an unmanned satelite overhead, the bomber itself was under computer control.

It dropped by a few tens of thousands of feet, and the back opened, revealing a large cargo bay and a single person standing with their toes on the edge. They wore a black and grey camo special forces uniform, with a strange symbol in white stitching embroided on the back, left thigh and right shoulder.

They had a thin black kevlar vest on, and cradled a P90 with a VSK-94 sniper rifle slung over their shoulder. Another person moved forward from the shadows of the cargo bay, almost identical to the first. Two more stepped up, all four of them identically clad and armed. Two were male, and two were female, but to the resident goblins below they wouldnt make a blind bit of difference. Yet.

They jumped one at a time, opening parachutes at a high altitude and guiding themselves down to a rocky outcrop below.

From there they set up a small camp a scanned the area with binoculars. The situation was worse than they thought.

OOC:
Just letting everybody know, THIS THREAD IS NOT DEAD!
Kraven is gone for a while, four days, and we will most likely need a bit more time to work out the details of his invasion
That is all, thank you :)

OOC:
Bump for my egosearch.

Baka!

*TAG* Another Goblin war, more fun... :D

(OOC - Hey people, im back had a great weekend and all.. right now on the plans of the invasion... this is basically going to be me moving some of my forces into the area... before we begin the full scale invasion we need to find the gobos first... )

Corporation High Command

"What do you mean the bombing run was unsuccesfull?"

"Grand Admiral... my appolgies... our Intelligence service had incorrectly identified a marshall as being a built up area..."

"So what your saying we lost two bomber crews for a swamp?"

"Yes... it was unavoidable... they for some reason had flak cannons situated near by... for reason we are unsure... they might have been protecting a mining complex or somthing.. we dont know.."

"Look... Commander... Fuck up again.. and Ill have you court marshalled and shot... Understand me?"

"Yes Grand Admiral... It wont happen again..."

"Your right you wont..."

Blood Moon Goblins Air Space

24 transport VTOLS skimmed the tree lines quite low... there ram jets leaving contrails that floated gently down onto the canopy.... anyone who knew the corporations capabilites would have recognised the roar of the ram jets and the contrails that follow...

"This is The Wolf Brigade... we are in Blood Moon Air space... we are touching down in 6 minutes.. will advise..."

"Understood Wolf 3"

the vtols passed the wooded tree line extremly fast.. anyone stood on the outskirts of the tree line would have been possitivly shocked at the speed these quite large vtols roared past.... the Ram jets screaming in protest at the speeds they were being pushed at.... then the ram jets began to tilt..
the crafts slowed down at an alarming rate... adjusting the height.. and manovering the craft so it could touch down.... the landing legs lowered and with in minutes there was a heavy thump as 24 transport vtols landed...

"Air Command... The Eagle has landed..."

the ramps lowered down... and then from each vtol stormed 25 Wolfbrigade storm troopers... they ran out across the field and took up defensive positions... scanning the horizen for hostile targets.. and making sure that each of his team mates were covered... each carried a back pack with ammunition.. rations... filtration units and every 5th member of the squad carried a disposable AT rocket launcher...

a few moments had passed.... the Wolf brigades guns kept sweeping patterns across the tree line awaiting for anything to crop up... any sign of the enemy or goblins... none.... it was quiet.... then a low hum appeared from behind.... the Corporation Ground Command vessel... it was larger than the Transport vtols... and housed the Command centre for the areas operations... it could be easily defended and moved quickly... the Command ship was in constant contact with each trooper... and had its own consignment of Imperial Guard and Capitol Police troopers... it began to slow down... and took up position on the field below... its landing legs lowered and touched down.... the ram jets never fully switch off... all 8 of them hum gently keeping the ability for a rapid departure possible....

Corporation High Command

Grand Admiral... The Eagle Has Landed..."

"Excellent... Commence the Operations..."

The scout was rather suprised when a bunch of airplanes landed around him, nearly shaking him out of the tree he was currently residing in. He quickly burrowed into the upper leaves in order to conceal himself.
He muttered into his radio, making sure to keep his voice inaudible.
Soon enough a number of Goblin skirmishers arrived. They generaly stayed just outside the weapons range of the Kraven soldiers.
On occasion one would creep close enough to fire off a few potshots, then fade back, trying to lure a few soldiers out into an ambush.
Soon enough various makeshift traps were strung up around the Kraven positions, consisting of the classical grenade in a tin can with a string on it, although there were more sophisticated sorts, such as the favored preassure pad and flamethrower.

The Capitol police returned with highly efficient firing... the leaves and trees all around them were ripped and torn as large caliber bullets went flying all around...

"Command ship... this is the Wolf Brigade... we are under fire from hostiles... Orders?"

"Hold until the Tanks arrive... were going to flush them out with Hellhound flame tanks.... the Corporation isnt looking for jungle warfare... "

"Understood Command... We will hold position... begining suppression fire... "

the wolf brigade advanced a few feet... 2 squads of 25 moved slighty forwards... each time making steady carefull bursts of 3 rounds from their GPMG's.... again more foliage was shreaded...

"Command Ship to all squads... well advance upon them during the night... well be at an advantage with the Night vision goggles... utilize flash grenades and a sweeping pattern alpha 4... night is two hours away.. continue with suppression fire..."

"Understood Command Ship.."

The Goblin skirmishers melted away before the withering supression fire from the Kraven guns, taking a few casualties throughout their widely spaced lines, but generaly avoiding the worst of the fire by simply not being there.
One Goblin, another Squee, jammed the fuse into his Goblin Bomb, a metal sphere about five inches in diameter, packed with a number of unstable substances, flicked the little switch that started a chemical reaction that would set it off in a few seconds, couned to 'lots' and threw it overhand into the midst of the enemy soldiers.

Several miles away a few Goblins were argueing over how to work the truck-mounted rocket launcher that had been 'obtained' from some war a long time ago.
The rockets still worked, but they were, to put it simply, old. They were generaly refered to as 'carpet rockets' because you needed at least fifty to hit the general area you were aiming at.
"Jo gotta push dis fing here, den ya twist dis fingle 'ere and DEN joo fire da rockets! Is gotta be right overwise we gonna hit da skirmishers...more dan we would oderwise."
"Stoopid! Is da oder way 'round! Twist da fingle first, den push da oder fing."
"It dont matter, it work eider way, so jus DO IT!" Screamed the one who might, just possibly, be some sort of sergeant-equivalent.
The other two saluted, yanked the launcher into position, and hit the igniter.
Approximatly sixty two pound HE rockets took off at what might be optimistacly called a stuttered pace, whirring through the air in a generaly straight line, although most were headed directly for the skirmishing in the swamp.

(Took ya long enough BMG, well lets get this party started right them. Have at you foul corporation. En guard.)

Draconis Federation: Draconis Expanse: Draco

From: Foreign Minister Yula Qwei'tra
To: Consul Dala Vedra
Subject: Blood Moon Goblin situation

Dear, Consul Vedra

I am sure you have heard the situation of our allies the Blood Moon Goblins, it is in our best interest to aid our allies in their struggle against The Kraven Corporation, I suggest that you send four Mobile Infantry divisions, three Mobile Armor divisions; several attachments of Rangers and Black Ops. I know that I am not the Consul, but I don't believe we need to fully commit ourselves to this war.

Foreign Minister,
Yula Qwei'tra
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Consul Dala Vedra ordered his General's to ready five divisions of Mobile Infantry, four divisions of Mobile Armor, and fifteen attachments of Rangers and Black Ops, thirty attachments of special ops in all. He then ordered the first fleet to transport his assault force to the objective planet and to commence dropping after arrival.

Within three hours Consul Vedra's force was ready and was on it's way to aid their allies the Blood Moon Goblins.
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Consul Vedra had placed Admiral Hui'tra Ei'uiqi in command of the First Fleet and had instructed him to drop well within Blood Moon Goblin territory and to make contact with any local resistance movement and to aid them as best as he can.

Draconis Ranger (http://xboxmedia.ign.com/xbox/image/article/564/564300/halo-2-20041107100417910.jpg)
Draconis LAV (http://xboxmedia.ign.com/xbox/image/article/527/527597/halo-2-20040630062020309.jpg)
Mobile Infantry (http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/128/531883_20050509_screen003.jpg)
Black Ops (http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/019/562075_20050120_screen003.jpg)
Mobile Armor (http://www.a-seed.jp/graphics/mechanics/img/image02b.jpg)

the salvo of rockets screamed through the air... impacting in a staggered line towards the wolf brigade... the armoured troopers quickly began to scatter... there formations broken with in a few moments as explosive blasts blew great chunks of dirt into the air... several troopers were flung from their feet and landed a few metres away... in the tree line more rockets exploded.. splitting in two large trees that fell left and right... the wolf brigade sought cover... falling back towards the large crates that had been deployed from the Command ship... in fear of the command ship being taken out... its large ram jets powered up and it slowly raised off the ground... moving away from the hostile zones...

"Command ship... what are your orders?"

"Engage the enemy... be cautious... use flame throwers..."

"Understood... Wolf Brigade... Moving out.."

the squads of the wolf brigade began to form back up into 5 man teams... each carrying a Gpmg... or a Flame thrower... they began to move slowly from their current position... and headed for the tree lines...

"Squad 3 Report"

"Squad 3... No Hostiles..."

suddenly... as squad 6 moved into the tree line.. there was a click and a large explosion engulfed the Trooper bearing the flame thrower... his tanks errupted... engulfing the other troopers around him in flames... the ran... on fire... blindly... circling around.... before finally collapsing on the floor...

"Command Ship... We've encountered Traps.... Advise?"

"Continue as Ordered... Advance with Caution"

"Understood"

the squads moved further into the tree line... cautious of other traps... a group of goblins lept out from behind a fallen tree and opened fire with AK's... the rounds pattered harmlessly off the combat armour of the Wolf Brigade trooper... the Brigade replied with a salvo of Napalm... that swept through the forest and coated the goblins in hot firey death... they screamed... and ran uncontrollably... before collapsing to the ground...

all around the forest the sounds of gun fire echoed in the sky... birds and animals fled from the scene...

squad 9 moved around another fallen tree... one of the troopers stepped over a branch... then suddenly the ground beneath him gave way... he fell a few feet into a spike pit... the armour designed to protect the front of the body did little to protect his back from the large pit spikes.. and he lay there... impaled in the darkness of the pit.... only the steady glow of his helmet eye sockets showed that someone had fallen down into the pit...

"Command Ship....This is Squad 9... we are Encountering More traps... they are harder to spot that we anticipated..."

"Ok Squad 9... Hold your Position... We are bringing in a HellHound..."

"Understood Command Ship..."

the squad held their positions... but every so often a group of goblins began harrassing them... firing random pot shots into their position... hoping to pick one or two of them off... the capitol police replied with withering suppression fire from GPMG's... every so often a gout of napalm would be released just to put the wind up the goblins... incase the got too brave and decided to advance further...

several hours had passed... fire being exchanged all over the forest... before a large vtol landed out on the open field...

from its cargo bay rolled a large Hellhound flame tank... its turret swang left and right as its massive twin V8 engines powered the tank down the ramp and onto the ground below....

"This is HellHound 1.. we are in Combat zone... Will advise"

"Understood Hellhound 1... Continue as Ordered"

the massive tank rolled slowly along the grass towards the tree line... its buldozer blade at the front churning up the ground before it.... the turret turning left and right.... scanning the horizen for possible targets...

"All Squads... Fall back... Advance behind the Hellhound... Watch out for Anti Tank Teams..."

"Understood Command Ship"

each squad began to fall back from the trees... and back out into the field... awaiting the hell hound to reach them... and push back on into the forest....

http://www.hisrighteousmod.com/3dmodelimages/hellhound.jpg (Hellhound)

(OOC: Not RPing my troops would be appreciated, thank you.)

IC:
Again, the Goblins simply melted away from the tank, avoiding it fairly easily in the crowded, dense, swamp, although occasionally one particularly foolish Goblin would get caught near a tank and incinerated.
The retreating Skirmishers gave occasional fire, always keeping on the move and avoiding a pitched battle with the superior armour and firepower of the Capitol Police.
The Goblins moved through the area they had trapped so densly earlier, avoiding their own traps, mostly makeshift grenades, AT mines, and 'bouncing betties', although this meant that they had to cease their fire against the CP's.
Every now and then the CP's would get lucky and one of the hundreds of bullets whizzing by would strike a Gobin, whose body would quickly sink into the swampy water and muck.

The rocket launcher was in the proccess of dissassembly when the VTOL craft flew over, the crew had been ready for some sort of attack, assuming it would be from the air (they could easily take the rocket down and move it out by the time any groud forces could arrive) they readied their 'Swatter' shoulder mounted AA missiles, the more disciplined ones waiting until the craft was close enough that dodging would be very tough, although two of the crew fired while the craft was barely in range, then scattered into the swamp.

(OOC - sorry dude, it makes it easier for me To RP ill try not to, but itll make it harder.. its just the style i do it... i dont do nothing dramatic it just makes the thing flow easier :))

The Tank Continued to roll forward... its heavy bulldozer blade pusing down trees... and the flame thower ignating 20ft of forest at a time... the capitol police followed slowly behind ensuring that any goblins hiding with anti tank weaponry would be spotted and delt with...

more withering fire came from the Capitols guns... GPMG's and Flame throwers burst into life each time somone thought they had spotted a goblin...

it was going to be a long hard fight through this forest...

Command Ship

two rockets arched up into the sky and struck the command ship in one of its ram jets... the other hit the fuslage... the craft.. rocked by the explosions maintained its course... the other ram jets having to make up for the loss...

the sponson Imperial Guard gunners returned fire to the general area where the rockets were fired from.. the contrails of the rockets giving away a rough position...

"General... We Have just been attacked from the ground.."

"Move us to a safer location.... Commander..I am Not happy about this Almost jungle warfare... we are fighting them.. on their terms.."

"Yes General Horst.."

"I want a new plan of action... we need to make it so the fight is in our favour..."

"As you wish General Horst... I will see what I can come up with at once"

"Very good... See To it.."

(OOC: Meh, its nothing big, it just sort of grates on me, nothing personal)

IC:
After a while being chased through the swamp, the Goblins came to their intended endpoint, an area of firm ground that was connected to the main tunnels that ran everywhere under the nation.
The skirmishers vanished, dragging any that had died on the way with them, into the rats nest of tunnels running deep under the swamp.
Behind these tunnel entrances was what might be called a battle line, a quickly thrown up earthwork defence crowded with Goblins wielding, for the most part, large calibur rifles.
Behind these sat a partially constructed Troll class heavy tank, designed as a mobile bunker for taking out just about everything. Its main gun, a massive 250mm smooothbore rocket launcher/cannon, was supplemented by a smaller 75mm anti-personell gun, as well as four machine guns.
The rear half of the tank's superstructure was missing, leaving a bare assembly of gears, engine components and suchlike, but this had been capitolized on by throwing some ammo crates on it.
The Goblins were roughly two hundred yards from the edge of the forest on most sides, the rear being closer.
The earthworks looked strong enough to deal with any anti-tank weapons fired at it, being fairly thick, packed with rocks, wood and bits of debries.
There was a loud CRACK! as the Troll's 75mm gun fired off a canister shot, spraying 700 .5 calibur steel flechettes over the area in front of the tank. They were out of the effective range, but 500 whirring sharp objects flying around your head usualy produces some kind of psychological effect.

(OOC:
I told you to watch out for the Trolls, didnt I? :P
AT fire against the front of the tank (At least from shoulder rockets) isnt going to budge the thing without a really lucky shot, I would advise air cover ;))

The Goblins cheered as the craft was struck by all three rockets, but realized that it was coming back in a really bad mood.
One Goblin was stuck by fire from the plane as he struggled to fit a new rocket into its launcher, the other two ran for the forest, sustaining minor wounds.
The rocket launcher (the big one) was, for lack of a better word, totaled, riddled with bullets and having a large hole where its engine should have been.

(So are these like the WC kinda trolls with the jamacan accents, or more of the LoTR kinda trolls?)

The first Fleet than translocated from Draconis territory in the Expanse to the territory of the Blood Moon Goblins and commenced to drop well within Goblin territory. The drop was a complete success, all the Draconis forces made it to the surface safely and without incident. The search for a friendly resistance force began with a general broad range radio broadcast to alert all nearby forces of the arrival of Draconis Federation forces.

"To all nearby goblin forces, we are the Draconis Federation, an ally to the previous regime of your nation, it is our hope that we can aid you in the defense and reconstruction of your nation. Our current heading is due south east from N76 W89. We are trying to establish contact with standing goblin forces, so if any civilians know where to find any standing Goblin forces, your assistance will be greatly appreciated." The broad cast was then repeated every hour on the hour until contact with the Goblin forces would be established.

(I'll leave making contact up to you BMG)

Command Ship

"General Horst... We are picking up a Radio Broadcast"

"Patch it through"

"Understood General"

"Draconis Federation, an ally to the previous regime of your nation, it is our hope that we can aid you in the defense and reconstruction of your nation. Our current heading is due south east from N76 W89. We are trying to establish contact with standing goblin forces,"

"We lost the rest of the transmission... to much interferance"

"Well... .we must assume that this is a Hostile force... intent on stopping our attack.... Inform air Command we need some air cover... send them co-ordinates and order them to begin an attack wave... itll teach them to broadcast on open frequencies.."

"Understood General.."

"Command Ship to Air Command... Requesting Attack wave to... N76 W89... possible hostiles present.... Unknown size and structure... Scouting Advised"

"This is Air Command Understood.. We are dispatching Attack Wave... Thanks for the advice... will Send scout planes... "

One of the Many Corporation Air Fields

A tall man dressed in a completly black flight suit with a black combat helmet and black out visor climbed aboard a sleek VTOL scout craft... it was black and had one single massive VTOL ram jet in the centre... the nose was sleek and pointed and the cockpit was black out... he climbed aboard and prepared to depart for the co-ordinates given...

The Forest Blood Moon Goblin Nation

"Jesus Christ.. Command Ship... weve just been showered in flechets... advise?"

"Fall Back.. We are going to Nape the forest... use AT rockets if possible... HellHound Crew?"

"HellHound Crew Here?"

"Fall Back to the Origonal Landing strip.... we're going to fall back and regroup... try a different tactic... We didnt expect the goblins to be so organised with Guerilla tactics... "

"Understood Command ship"

the Capitol police forces began to fall back... firing at possible targets and using the disposable AT rockets to fire at the massive troll.... the hellhound flame tank drove backwards its flame turret silent... the massive heavy bolter taking of the duties of suppression fire...

A marker flashed up on his in-visor HUD, and it was recognised as conflict.

The dense swamp and jungle had called for an equipment change, the four mysterious soldiers now clad in jungle pattern plate armour, a highly experimental form of defence providing the best Concremo could offer. They were now armed differently, each being given a Concremian-made CW20. It was a large caliber assault rifle, with extended barrel, scope, grenade/missile launcher and folding bipod, designed to fill any role within a military.

A VTOL craft flew overhead and attacked the Missile Launcher defended by the Goblins. The Goblins were scattered and the Launcher was shredded in the attack, despite the VTOL taking some rocket fire.

They went prone in unison, and switching to the secondary magazine on their CW20s they extended bipods opened fire on the VTOL. 10 rounds per shooter of 20mm incidentary ammunition were aimed at the engines and cockpit, before they reloaded and fired again.

A few stations responded to the Draconis Federations broadcast, mostly in the smaller cities that hadnt been bothered with, mostly they asked where exactly the 'front' was and if anybody happened to have any guns they could borrow.

---

The AT rockets exploded against the heavy tanks armour, scorching the paint and leaving small dents, dings and craters, but generaly doing more harm to the Goblins around it than to those inside it.
A lucky shot hit one of the MG turrets, fusing its rotator to the tanks main body and twisting the gun into a useless heap, another struck one of the tanks double treads, freezing it as well and sending the wheel ricocheting off into the middle distance.
The Goblins, sensing the enemies hesitancy, opened up with a massive volley of bullets of a number of caliburs, ranging from AK 7.62 bullets to large .75 calibur ball ammunition, and less 'official' ammunition such as nails and rocks loaded into blunderbusses.
On seeing the flame tank retreating the tank aimed and fired its massive main gun, sending a 250mm HEAT rocket flying towards it.
Bolter fire knocked out the few Goblins remaining in front of the tank, however this freed up its smaller gun to fire freely into the enemy ranks, this time with an HE shell more suited to this sort of mid-range combat.

OOC: Ok, BMG has called in the cavalry, well actually the cavalry called itself and BMG accepted the call, but you get the idea, tunneling species gotta stick together.

IC:

The Slivers had been moving towards BMG for a full day now, at last they had reached the border(they claim everything beneath the ground as either theirs or as belonging to BMG, so the border is a misleading term), there were a full trio of legions along with the overlord and his bodyguard(Breed X, this is the first RP involving this particular breed of slivers, they're like my tanks, only tougher because of their rarity) as well as a pair of Metallic sliver wings, for enhanced air defense against their opponents.

OOC:I have recently formed an allience with The Blood moon goblins and have decided to help the battle comencing I'm a bit green so be kind:P

IC:A small yet advance battalion of Adamamistaani special forces arrive on the battle field on the east flank, they are the ESSF. They are reinforcments for the Blood Moon Goblins. They arrive in a small number of X-II tanks and a few Blackcloud Helicopters as they arrive hovering above the Kraven Infantry they begin to reign fire opon them whilst flying evacivly.

The small number of X-II tanks begin to munuver around the infantries flanks, a corpral then contacts the general using the radio and obviously... you intercept it.

"Sir, shall I release the sirin"

"What you thinking boy, there are allies in the area. We can't go gasin' them now could we?"

"Well, sir I beg to differ.... sir"

"I could get you court martialled for that boy!!!!, but now I come to think of it..... If it gets stickey out there for us take your time to release them nerve gas pods!"

"Thanks Sir over and out"

(OOC:
May I introduce Adamistaan?
As you can see, he is a bit new, so I think we should do our best to help him out, eh? The young one shows much promise, yes?

So, first thing...usualy its considered polite to post a sort of declaration that your getting involved, this covors the time it takes for your fellows to get over to my country, since it (in thoery) takes something like a week or two for your first guys to get over here.
But its up to Kraven to accept your attack or not.)

OOC: I see well I expected my self to get mowed down, Im a recently formed country with probly some hand me downs from some fallen country that are seriously out of date so np:P

(OOC:
ah, using WMD's is also a VERY bad idea, THAT would most likely get you invaded, or me invaded by more people. Plus most people dont mount nerve gas on their tanks.

OOC: Clan Fur recently had a spiecicide and now the Gulos run the country


The Pack had been scouring the edges of the mountains for weeks, but with the sounds, fires and the acrid smoke burning in the air, their mouths salivated at the prospect of feasting of fresh casualties.

25 beasts 160 lbs. excluding the leader who topped out at 180 lbs. the members looked to their leader, she stood on her lind legs and gripped a crude axes and brandished it over head, only glancing at her leg strapped pistol. She roared and they began do decend, in hopes of joining the feast...



Pack Leader (http://article.pchome.net/2004/11/09/wlkx03.jpg)

Pack Member (http://www.nrtonline.co.yu/zoopage/klas/images/103.jpg)

ooc: i dont see any reason why adamistaan would be ignored, it was RPed better than some i have seen from much, much older nations.

nice to have you here, hope i dont end up shooting at you.

(OOC - Wouldnt ignore the fellow.. how could i ignore the big hovering ship above my troops and tanks trying to outflank me :))

IC

The Kraven Troops continued to fall back as fast as possible.... there heavy armour that is normally an advantage in a straight fight was now a hinderance... but the Wolf brigade were trained to utilise their armour in every possible way... even though they were slower retreating than they were at attacking they were still quicker than normal Capitol Police if they were retreating... another salvo from the Troll hammered through the forest... catching troopers in the back.. sending men flying all over as shrapnel rained down on them...

from above the wolf brigade were caught in a deadly cross fire of Adamistaan ships... the hellhound hit by fire from flanking tanks exploded in a massive ball of flames engulfing just about everything in a 500 yar range.... the massive fuel tanks that power the flame thrower ignited making the explosion so large... wolf brigade troopers ran around blindly... their armour on fire.... although protected from the initial heat and power of the flames the armour soon failed to protect and troopers fell left and right....

Command Ship

"Sir.. most units are dead... the hellhound took many out..."

"Call the General Retreat... we regroup and attack Enmasse.... The Gobos are slightly more resourcefull than we first anticipated...."

"Understood"

"All Active Units... Retreat from Bloodmoon Territory... "

.... there were no replys...

OOC: bitch me out if you don't like it, I'm posting it anyway, although changes to my post can be made if necessary.

IC:

The slivers had made their way down out of the mountains and were now in perfect positions to raise some hell.

The first slivers erupted from the ground to the west of the retreating forces, attempting to flank them, while the overlord and his Breed X bodyguards burst up behind them to shatter any hope of survival for their escaping foes.

The first weapons opened fire at medium range, laying down a mass of lead to supress their enemies fire and maybe, distract them from one of the other threats nearby, like the metallic slivers and their winged sliver escorts overhead, or the masssive force of Breed X that was bearing down on them from the rear.

ooc: @Kraven, i will assume that my people took down that VTOL, if you dont mind.

ic:

A warning marker flashed up on their HUD, detecting chemical weapons in the area. It appeared to be Sarin, in the form of tank-mounted pods owned by yet another faction in the escalating conflict.

They moved out, leaving the burning wreckage of the VTOL behind them. More newcomers, and non-human, too. They had no previous encounters with Slivers of any kind, but a Biology of Earth speed-course would not go to waste. Luckily, it appeared that the slivers were on their side, and had completely outmanouvred the Kraven Corporation army. By the time the Concremians got there, there would be nothing but scrap metal and bones so they each put a box of .300 Winchester Magnum into their secondary magazine, turning their weapons into lethal sniper rifles.

They opened fire from standing, their heavy armour more than enough to both stabilise aim and absorb the recoil of the weapon.

(OOC - @concremo - shit sorry my bad... its cool dont worry... the VTOL was the command ship... we'll just assume that in my last post that was the last transmission before it went down... im having trouble keeping up with everything lol... ive just started a new job and everything is a little chaotic...:))

High Command

"Grand Admiral.... All Contact was lost with The Wolf Brigade"

"What?"

"All Contact was lost... the expeditionary force has been eliminated"

"They are Only Goblings... How Can We Have Been DEFEATED!" the grand admiral stamped his hand on the desk several times...

"My apologies Grand Admiral... many people have come to the aid of the Goblings..."

"... Get Out..."

"Grand Admiral?"

"Get Out..."

"But.. But..."

"Commissar Hunt"

"Yes Grand Admiral?"

"Escort the Commander out of the building and see to it that his is Summarily Executed as you see fit... he has Failed the Corporation and has Failed himself.."

"As you wish Grand Admiral..."

the Commissar looked at the Commander and gestured that they leave.... the Commanders eyes were wide with shock and sweat was appearing on his brow...

"Colonel... Send in a new Commander...Ensure this one has a spine"

"As you wish Grand Admiral"

sure enough...around 10 minutes later a new Commander entered the room...
he saluted and presented himself to the Grand Admiral"

"You Requested to see me Grand Admiral?"

"Yes... Our small force was defeated in the bloodmoon empire.... I want you to come up with a new plan... we have further enemy forces in the field... small enough not to cause us a problem... but big enough to defeat a small expeditionary force... any ideas?"

"We need a....hmmmm.. how should I say... A Beach head?"

"Go on..."

"The last force was a mobile force... it ran into problems the minute they landed... the expeditionary force was surrounded and cut off... we need to re think our strategy and set up a more permanent base of operation in the blood moon Nation.."

"I see... please Commander Continue"

"The base of Operations will be a standard Corporation fire base... bunkers... command station.... communications relays... armoury... and barracks... itll be easily defended if attacked and will also act as a landing zone for Vtols... aircraft will also be able to re-arm and re-fuel.. although not with the capabilites of a full function Air Command Air Field... they will only be able to refuel and rearm 4 craft at a time... and bomber wings will have to return to Corporate Air Space"

"Excellent... See to it... Dont fail me like your predecessor did..."

"I understand Fully Grand Admiral"


Air Command Air Field

The Transport Vtols sat... awaiting the orders to launch... 30 vtols sat... fully loaded with men and equipment... including the Corporations mobile construction teams... enginers and electricians... ready to build the forward Fire base as soon as they hit the ground... the other vtols were packed with Capitol police... the wolf brigade all but wiped out.... they remained on Corporate soil... being retrained and brought back up to strength... it was rather embarrasing that the elite wing of the elite arm of the Army was wiped out by a group of gobos and some "Friends" but the Corporation had managed to keep everything under wraps...

"This is Forward Command Group 5... we are ready for launch Air Command"

"Under stood FCG5... prepare for launch... you have permission to leave whenever you are ready... good luck and Emperor Speed"

"Thank you most Kindly Air Command"

the wing of vtols prepared to take off... Ram jets screaming into life sending the floatilla of craft soaring into the sky...

(OOC - Going for a different approach to this... Firebases are always fun... *note to self... watch out for gobos with spades* :P)

OOC: HAH! Spades are for the weak, it's the acidic slivers you have to watch out for.

IC: With their oponents crushe between the main force and the overlords bodyguard the overlord now had time to meet with the commanders of the other nations, who he decided to call together to workout a more effective defense strategy.(this is an invitation to a meeting, go with it.)

(OOC - What exactly is a Sliver? ive seen them mentioned around the board on a few occasions... can you divulge?)

(OOC - What exactly is a Sliver? ive seen them mentioned around the board on a few occasions... can you divulge?)

OOC: Well, they have a habit of starting OOC riots as a result of their communal ability sharing and high combatant ratio(1:1 for the army), physically they're alot like snakes, zerg hydralisks, and insects combined, having two tails, like a snakes tail, and a single hard and sharp bony talon as their appendage(some have more, or actual hands in some cases, but not many) a beak in place of a mouth, and various communal abilities.


They're from a card game, you can find all of the originals here: http://cards.mtgnews.com/Search?T=sliver%5D

(OOC - Ah right ok.. do they look similar to the Ripleys from Dream catcher? thats the idea im getting lol... and any tips on fighting them seeing as this is my first encounter? :) )

(OOC - OOOHH Aaaah.. Now i know what you mean.. yeah i play MTG but i cant remember encountering them.... i know what they are though...)

(OOC - Ah right ok.. do they look similar to the Ripleys from Dream catcher? thats the idea im getting lol... and any tips on fighting them seeing as this is my first encounter? :) )

OOC: kill them, all of them, anything less is death, and try to keep them out of melee range if you want to live very long at all.

OOC: kill them, all of them, anything less is death, and try to keep them out of melee range if you want to live very long at all.

(OOC - how would they manage against armoured troopers? just so i know what to do when roleplaying their deaths? tear through the armour or would the armour have some resistance considering its designed to stop high impact weapons and has some resistance to stabbing weapons?)

As the overlord waited for the rest of the leaders to arrive he decided to send out patrols around the countryside to see if there were any remaining enemy units anywhere, they had smashed the main force but some must have escaped, those who had would never evade the nets of the hunter slivers.

(OOC - Bloodmoon...do you have a map of the nation and can you give me a basic idea of topograhpy?... i should have asked this earlier sorry)

The Vtol floatilla landed in a remote location of the blood moon nation... in minutes the vtols were down and troopers and officers were running around setting up perimiter Lazer trip wires and other detection equipment... Troopers were sent out to scout the immeadiate area.... engineers were driving machinery out of the vtols and began setting up the equipment needed to construct the fire base... engineers worked hurridly to construct outer fences and electricians set up generators and hooked up wires to lights... the area was alive with activity... they hoped under the cover of darkness they could get started on the bare bones of the fire base before anyone had spotted that they were here...

"Hey... jake... I dont like this one bit... we are only engineers so why are we at the front?"

"You idiot... we are the Pathfinder Engineer Corps... We are the First ones in and Last ones Out... we make sure everyone has a smooth ride and somewhere to take a crap..." laughter rang out from the workers who togther picked up a section of fence and moved it into position

"Yeah but what I dont get is why does the Corporation want with the Blood Moon Nation?"

"Oh... some random propaganda thing... they think the goblins are a push over and will make good slaves"

"Yeah... we Really showed them didnt we!" an electrician shouted from the other side of soon to be formed compound

"Shut it you!" an officer bellowed from the centre of the compound... he was making sure it all went smoothly...

a squad of Capitol Police officers marched up to the Officer and saluted

"Commander... There appear to be no Hostile forces in the area at current"

"Very good THX 1138... keep me Informed if Otherwise"

"Understood Commander"

the squad about faced and marched back down to the area they came from...

(OOC - Bloodmoon...do you have a map of the nation and can you give me a basic idea of topograhpy?... i should have asked this earlier sorry)

The Vtol floatilla landed in a remote location of the blood moon nation... in minutes the vtols were down and troopers and officers were running around setting up perimiter Lazer trip wires and other detection equipment... Troopers were sent out to scout the immeadiate area.... engineers were driving machinery out of the vtols and began setting up the equipment needed to construct the fire base... engineers worked hurridly to construct outer fences and electricians set up generators and hooked up wires to lights... the area was alive with activity... they hoped under the cover of darkness they could get started on the bare bones of the fire base before anyone had spotted that they were here...

"Hey... jake... I dont like this one bit... we are only engineers so why are we at the front?"

"You idiot... we are the Pathfinder Engineer Corps... We are the First ones in and Last ones Out... we make sure everyone has a smooth ride and somewhere to take a crap..." laughter rang out from the workers who togther picked up a section of fence and moved it into position

"Yeah but what I dont get is why does the Corporation want with the Blood Moon Nation?"

"Oh... some random propaganda thing... they think the goblins are a push over and will make good slaves"

"Yeah... we Really showed them didnt we!" an electrician shouted from the other side of soon to be formed compound

"Shut it you!" an officer bellowed from the centre of the compound... he was making sure it all went smoothly...

a squad of Capitol Police officers marched up to the Officer and saluted

"Commander... There appear to be no Hostile forces in the area at current"

"Very good THX 1138... keep me Informed if Otherwise"

"Understood Commander"

the squad about faced and marched back down to the area they came from...

OOC: your going to get to meet your first slivers now, a single ten unit patrol.

IC:

The commander of ten was on the hunt, it had detected menatl energies nearby and was instructed by the overlord to investigate any findings, with that in mind the comander of ten and his men set out towards the concentration of mental energies.

a ten is made up of one commander, which varies with mission type, in this case a hunter sliver, 4 muscle slivers armed with blades and bolters, a mindwhip sliver armed with a bolter, an acidic sliver armed with blades, a talon sliver armed with blades, and two plated slivers, armed with bolters.

The Goblins cheered as the assorted allies, apparently ranging from those damn snakey-things to guys in tanks with big gas canisters on them to those whizzy things in the air.
Regardless, a green flare was fired off, resulting in the appearance of a number of the skirmishers, covered in mud and blood (not just Goblin blood). A few mounted 'trophies' from the armoured troopers, although some had lost their knives, settling for bits of armor instead. Indeed, within five minutes the Kraven troopers were stripped to their underwear and dumped in the swamp (A long standing Goblin burial tradition).
A few Goblins expressed some regret that a rather large area of the swamp had been destroyed, but the feeling was lost when the rough casualty reports came in, this had been a resounding victory for the Goblin allies, what seemed to be an 'elite unit' had been fairly well slaughtered with a loss of only about fourty or so Goblin regulars and twenty or thirty Skirmishers, there were some wounded though, and considering Goblin medicin they might regret their current status.
Word quickly spread that there was a council schedualed in a nearby tunnel, which would be widened to allow for human access. The genreal agreement was that this would be safer than any place within a days march.
There was much excitement as an announcement came in over the small shortrange radio that the Goblins carried, there was apparently a new govornment in Gundabad.

http://img14.imgspot.com/u/05/168/13/flag2.PNG
King Ironbiter the Fourth
Attenshun soldiers 'o Blood Moon. Dis is King Ironbiter, da new king 'o Blood Moon. I am makin' dis announcement ta inform joo o' dis, and da fact dat we have defeated da Kraven bastads at dat patch 'o swamp a bit sout' of da Flarg. Dis are a great victory fer da new administrashun and its loyal followers, and we also recognize our human and...not quite dat human...allies, we fank joo fer joor assistance and will repay joo when we got da Kraven outta here and can afford ta do it.
Da new administrashun 'as begun ta reactivate da varios bits o' da army dat were temp'er'arily incapabl'e o' action 'case'a dere 'superior' officers runnin' away ta hide in da bunkers. Naturaly dere will be a few promoshuns in da field.
Fer now I am announcin' dat da former Mach Shakac, Thurg, in command o' da forces dat fought of da Humans in da swamp, is now Akar Hakagach in charge o' da Ninth Kaarlelkaac, da royal guards abroad. I also am givin' 'im a new house 'ere in Gundabad. Da former Hakagach is currently hangin' over a pit 'o scorpions and wont be needin' dis place anymore.
Dat is all.

Dhech dach, Dhech Kuuc, Khagaan Dhugaar!

(OOC:
Translations:
Akar Hakagach: Under General, sort of like a one-star general or colonel
Kaarlekaac: A regiment, 2000-3000 Goblins
Dhech dach, Dhech Kuuc, Khagaan Dhugaar!: Fight long, fight hard, live forever!

EDIT:
Sorry, didnt see your request, heres a map I threw together:
http://images5.theimagehosting.com/map.2.PNG (http://www.theimagehosting.com)

Frostclaw is the northern third of the nation outside the swamp, Grey Wolf is the south. The swamp shown gets less swampy as you go south, near the bottom is basicaly a northwestern American forest.
The areas are named for the breeds of Goblins that live there, Frostclaw Goblins are smaller and weaker, but very smart. They tend to be pale, almost white, and a bit taller than Blood Moon goblins
Blood Moon Goblins are the traditional, short, green, fellows. Theyre stronger and fairly smart, and they can dig like moles.
Grey Wolf goblins are more Orclike, theyre big and stupid and can lift a Volkswagon with a bit of effort.

ooc: my guys want i on the meeting, and will be taking a more active role in the fight from now on.

Hotwiring a Kraven Corporation jeep was surprisingly simple, finding one was not. The four soldiers had dragged it out of the mud, scraped away the former owners and cleaned it up a bit before setting off towards the meeting point, co-ordinates obtained by intercepting a transmission. They flew a Blood Moon Flag to prevent being shot at, and arrived within minutes.

(OOC - Cool thanks... were going to set the fire base up by Frostclaw area away from built up areas somewhere as remote as possible... nice name btw... Mini Meiheim... would it be ok to kill all of the slivers comming my way... i dont want to get jumped on just yet until ive got the fire base up and running, (i didnt want to get found out that early lol :) but if not its cool... i can work with it )

IC

A squad of Capitol police marched up to the Officer in charge.. he was looking over the plans of the fire base and failed to notice their arrival... but regardless they stood there and awaited his response... arms held up in the saluting position...

"Oh.. Thx 1138... what have you to report?"

"Several Perimiter Lazer fences were tripped earlier... Squads 8 9 and 10 were dispatched to investigate but returned with nothing to report... it may have been local wildlife.." Thx 1138's voice was mechanical.. altered by the breathmasks amplifer that projected his voice so other people could hear them more clearly...

"Increase Security Patrols and Execute anyone who gets too close to the compound and isn't of the Corporation"

"By Your Command"

the squad About faced and returned to their patrol protocol...

A radio conversation ensues between the flight commander of the Blackcloud helecopters and the generals.

"Soldier, I need an opinion"

"Yes sir, what might it be?"

"Do you think our Gobbo buddies will really mind if we turn a small corner of there country into a smouldering waste land?"

"In one word sir..... no"

Right then soldier, you know what to do...... arm the incineries and stop the Corperation in there tracks.

The Black cloud helicopters then whizz off, having armed there Napalm, the begin they begin reconisance looking for the Corperation camp.

Mean while the tanks are regrouping after that massive explosion. They are in a poor state, moral is low having being away from home for little over a day(Gosh they really do love Adamistaan....Honest) and a few are blinded from the massive blast yet mainly there is a low amount of casualties and are ready to roll. They begin fortefying a small cliff in the middle of a forest as a defensive position. A few tanks are quickly converted into watchtowers and flak towers a temporary barracks is put in place and wooden palistades barb wire and trip mines are put in place, snipers are placed for hours at time ontop of the taller trees for picking off anyone who might venture to close. The comanding officer of the area then declares.

"Right boys we have a nice little base of opirations here! B patrole sing the national amthem and its lights out for you, C Patrole resume defensive positions!"

OOC: w00t w00t w00t i've completely stampted out crime in my contry.... sorry when I started my crime was baaaaaad

ooc: Kraven, can you give me a complete list of everything a Captol Police soldier carries.

(OOC - Sure... Full Combat armour that is designed to stop High Velocity weapons and is also resistant to stab weapons
.45 desert eagle side arm
3ft combat bayonet
GPMG
Back pack, with radio communications equipment and filtration units, also stoarge for GPMG ammo belts, each back pack has over 300 rounds of ammunition in belts of 50, these are enclosed at the bottom of the back pack and are pulled out of a side panel, with a special feed system where when you pull one belt out it readys another belt for easy retreval
full combat helmet and breath mask
with Optical enhancments including Night Vision, heat Vision and Flare Comp,

thats pretty much it...

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OOC:
Just ta let ya know, you can expect alot more regulars now that Ironbiter is banging things into shape, I have plans for him...ah-hahaha.
Anyway, he is going to be a real bastard of a dictator unless I think of something else to do with him.

(OOC - Cool thanks... were going to set the fire base up by Frostclaw area away from built up areas somewhere as remote as possible... nice name btw... Mini Meiheim... would it be ok to kill all of the slivers comming my way... i dont want to get jumped on just yet until ive got the fire base up and running, (i didnt want to get found out that early lol :) but if not its cool... i can work with it )

IC

A squad of Capitol police marched up to the Officer in charge.. he was looking over the plans of the fire base and failed to notice their arrival... but regardless they stood there and awaited his response... arms held up in the saluting position...

"Oh.. Thx 1138... what have you to report?"

"Several Perimiter Lazer fences were tripped earlier... Squads 8 9 and 10 were dispatched to investigate but returned with nothing to report... it may have been local wildlife.." Thx 1138's voice was mechanical.. altered by the breathmasks amplifer that projected his voice so other people could hear them more clearly...

"Increase Security Patrols and Execute anyone who gets too close to the compound and isn't of the Corporation"

"By Your Command"

the squad About faced and returned to their patrol protocol...

OOC: Quite alright, it's ten against a hole lot mre, they're just a trip wire for my main frces, I'll post IC tomorrow.

(OOC- Cool, once the firebase is up and running itll allow me to ferry troops and tanks into the nation, so itll give me more manourvability and turn this into a proper war lol)

(OOC- Cool, once the firebase is up and running itll allow me to ferry troops and tanks into the nation, so itll give me more manourvability and turn this into a proper war lol)


OOC: No, We've got you outnumbered, it'll take more than a single firebase to stop the swarm, and Breed X can deal with anything in its path.

(OOC: Does anyone mind if I send in about 20 SEAL's style soldiers from a destroyer in to fight alongside the Goblins?)

(OOC:
I think Kraven could use a few supporters here as well...)

OOC: No, We've got you outnumbered, it'll take more than a single firebase to stop the swarm, and Breed X can deal with anything in its path.

(OOC - lol.. right ok... but i would appreciate it if the firebase would get left alone as the fire base is the primary war deployment zone and so is the most defended area... we can ferry troops in and out of the base with ease and can also supply instant air cover from our small but limited VTOL air field... and anyway... ive got it bad enough everyones joining the goblins lol :D :P)

(Sorry for the lack of posting as of late, oh and Kraven you never did send me any information about the attack against me column, so I suspect that you were overwhelmed and had to divert your attention to more immediate foes.)
(Secondly BMG I'm going to rp meeting the goblin forces, I'm tired of not posting so this is going to be a quick one while I think about more to add.)

The column of Draconis soldiers and vehicles was advancing rapidly after receiving reports from local goblins that the remnants of the goblin army was camped in the swamps. It would only be a few minutes before they began to see goblin forces on the horizon. From orbit the fleet that had brought the Draconis force to this far off allied planet was acting as an orbital satellite relay system they supported every thing from a global positioning system to terrain mapping. As the fleet orbited they saw what could only be described as a combat zone, it was on the edge of the jungles and swamp supposedly where the goblins had made camp, this information increase the pace of the Draconis march and raised moral.

The column reached the edge of the swamp and easily began moving though it. Being raised on a planet much similar to this nation was a major benefit, the Mobile Armor dismounted their transports and moved ahead of the infantry, as for the APC's and the rest of the vehicles they began moving around the edge of the swamp and kept in contact with the rest of the column.

As the divided column neared the battle zone they saw crude goblin defenses only a kilometer away and began broadcasting their approach. "This is Mobile Infantry division command broadcasting our approach vector through the swamp to goblin allies. We have several hundred vehicles running the edge of the swamp and are accompanied by Mobile armor divisions as well. We are here to aid in any defense and support role we can offer, please respond."

ooc: kraven do you have msn?

(OOC: Well, I mean, I can join either side. But i'd rather be on the Goblins side just because i've not got an army here, and our forces could fight alongside. I'm not going to post IC until i'm told I can, though.)

(OOC - Check you TG Concremo :))

(OOC:
I think Kraven could use a few supporters here as well...)

(Yeah but who would want to, it's clear cut Kraven is losing and is the bad guy)

(OOC- Cool, once the firebase is up and running itll allow me to ferry troops and tanks into the nation, so itll give me more manourvability and turn this into a proper war lol)

(Yes well that is if I don't woop you first, me and my mobile armors that is, hehe)

(My soldiers, for you new to the fight)
Black Ops (http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/019/562075_20050120_screen003.jpg)
Draconis Ranger (http://xboxmedia.ign.com/xbox/image/article/564/564300/halo-2-20041107100417910.jpg)
Draconis LAV (http://xboxmedia.ign.com/xbox/image/article/527/527597/halo-2-20040630062020309.jpg)
Mobile Infantry (http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/128/531883_20050509_screen003.jpg)
Mobile Armor (http://www.a-seed.jp/graphics/mechanics/img/image02b.jpg)

ooc: get online, i have idea(s)

The silence is broken in a remote south eastern peak where two Blackcloud helicopters hover down and make a noisey touch down. The peak stares out on a dismall reminant of a battle, the smell of burnt flesh is rife in the air. Upon touching down two neatly dressed gentlemen step cautally out of the cabin along with there normal mob of heavly armed bodyguards.

There waiting for these men is a single officer of the Kraven Corperation.

First Government man: "Is the exchange set up?"

"Yes, all we're waiting for now is you to collect your supplies and then turn on the Goblin infidels and there unco-ordinated allience"

"Where will I be able to collect these suplies then?"

The Corperation man then makes a short inaudible call on his radio

The roar of helicopters shakes the valley a group of 40-50 helicopters, some assualt, some supplies and some troop transports appear from beyond the valley. The clicking of the guns of the bodyguard taking aim is heard for a few moments then the "Shit! we're all going to die!" begin untill the Goverment men turn around and say "There ours soon enough, say hello to your armies new toys"

The Corperation man annonces"We have fufilled are part of the deal I think its time you fufil your part"

OOC:From now on excuse my spelling im dyslexic and it would take to long to check and correct everything=P

(OOC:
Post-invasion charecter RP here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9092522#post9092522
For those that are interested.

The Engineers continued to set up Entrapments and other equipment while the electricians finished the last of the wiring for the spot lights... a group of workers had constructed a watch tower and a large 6 wheeler truck revved its engine as it lurched forward hoisting the massive tower into the air...

the air field was starting to take form, although make shift Vtols were landing bringing more supplies and Auto Cannons... large drone operated gatling guns that formed many of the perimiter defences as well as several anti tank turrets and AA posts... bulldozers smoothed down the land around the make shift airfield attempting to make more room for buildings and an Ammo Dump

Troopers stood guard watching the horizen... night vision enchancing the dark of the Blood Moon nation... barracks had been built and the Imperial Guard were taking a break from meanial duties (The Engineers and Electricians are of the Imperial Guard) while the Capitol Police still maintained constant vidgil...

the Commander now sat in a small makeshift tent and was still looking over maps and plans of the area...

"where are the Goblings hiding... no sign of any inhabitants... other than previsously encountered skirmishers.."

"Whats that commander?"

"oh... nothing Colonel.. im just thinking aloud"

"Please share?"

"The Goblins have no settlments... we havnt encountered a built up area... scout craft took pictures of what we thought were there capital.. but it wasn't... it was mearly a swamp"

"Then... Perhaps.... were looking in the wrong places"

"How do you mean?"

"There goblings... Not Humans... To Fight a Gobling you've gotta think like him..."

"Cowardly and feebly minded?"

"Commander... this kind of thinking caused the first mission to fail..."

"What do you suggest?"

"Goblings don't like to fight a stronger enemy.. so will fight a retreating battle.... all we have to do is set up a sort of drag net.."..

the officer spoke... his breath condensing in the cold air of FrostClaws atmosphere...

"Attack the Goblings but have an ambush ready so when they fall back fighting our forces as they go... we enclose around them... ensuring that our flanks are strong enough that there will be no escape once the drag net has closed around them..."


"Colonel... that might just work... the last attacks were a running battle where we though we had the advantage and pressed on.... so a flanking force to go around the attacking force.. allowing the goblings to belive their hit and run tactics are working... until they run into the wall of lead behind them.... Colonel.. See to it that these plans are made... i want a full report in the morning"

"Understood Commander"

the colonel got up... saluted and left out of the tent door...

the Commander looked up... the stars comming through the gap in the tent... he closed his eyes and looked down at the maps again...

fighting gobos was a lot harder than the Corporation anticipated...

(OOC: It LIVES! :P)

IC:
The three Goblins in their small artificial cave had been kept up since sundown by the infernal racket going on up above, loud bangs, clanks and assorted other sounds filtered down through the entrance tunnel and the soil around them, oftentimes amplified to the point of pain.
Now it seemed to be tapering off...
"...so...who's gonna go 'n take a look?"
...silence.
"Nobody?"
...silence.
"Fine joo bastards, Ill go 'n look meself."
"Dats fine by me. Im gonna sleep now. Wake me up if joo need help findin' joor head 'cause a troll ripped it off."
"Shove it or Ill trow joo up dat hole an' let whatevers up dere eat joo."
"Yeah...'tever. Sonuvadiseasedtrollwhore"
"What was dat?"
"Nofin. Go check out joor hole."

After a few minutes of climbing very, very quietly up the tunnel, the Goblin carefully lifted the trap door just a crack, and peered into what looked like some kind of store room.
Looking around carefully, and listening closely, the Goblin tried to determine if he had any company in the room. No shouts of alarm were forthcoming, so he slipped up and closed the small door behind him. Luckily the tent had been set up with the trap door almost exactly in the middle, so it wasnt covered in construction equipment.
The Goblin carefully covered the door with dirt, then smoothed it out so that it was hardly discernable from the surrounding dirt.
He then sidled behind a stack of crates and peered out from under the tent flap, which provided him with an excellent view of the back of a shed of some kind.
After extricating himself from behind the crates he moved over to the other side of the tent and was suprised to find that this side was not another blank wall, but a view of what looked like a maintenance area, where a gun of some kind was being dissassembled.
Carefully, the Goblin replaced the tent flap and moved back to the trapdoor, then back down the tunnel.

"Joo guys aint gonna beleive what I found up dere. Its da whole freakin' army!"
"Ja? And Im a swamp troll. Joor gettin' funny in da head from not sleepin'."
"S'true, go 'n look fer yerself."
"Ill do dat, and I show joo dat joor just a fool."

The second Goblin crawled noisily up the tunnel, possibly because he had spent the night attached to a whisky bottle.
Once he was up the tunnel he barged out of the tent door, looked around, and made his way, rather unsteadily, over to the maintenance area.
"See? What'd I tell joo?" He addressed the back of some sort of technician,
"Deres nuffin 'ere. Now go back ta sleep."

The Techy turned around... quite startled by this noise... confronted by a wild.. drunken goblin.. his eyes widened...

"ALARM!... ALARM!!" the techy began to run around... suddenly the camp became alive with activity as CP troopers stormed over to the scene... brandishing large caliber GPMG's... the Commander of the base stormed out and looked at the specimen stood there bleary eyed...

"What?... this is the Fearsome Goblin that Crush the Elite Wolf Brigade?.... Hahahaha....... " His expression suddenly changed..." Kill it... and Find out where they came from..."

in one the CP troopers opened fire at the goblin... chain cannons flaring into life.... before other troopers began searching for the way he came in...

it was pretty obvious from where he came from... footprints left behind from the drunken gobo lead directly into a storage tent... and the trap door... hastily opened... and neglected to be concealed pointed directly to where he had emerged from...

"Commander... we have found a trap door.... Orders?" a CP trooper radioed

"Destroy it... with immeadiate force..."

"Understood"

the Trooper Primed a grenade.. hurled it down the tunnel... and quickly closed the Trap Door placing his weight over it incase anyone tried to make a quick escape...

ooc: this takes place after the meeting (if i havent missed it that is)

They knew what they had to do, and would set to it right away. They got into the jeep and had statelite co-ordinates of the Firebase transfered in seconds. Orders were simple; leave nothing.

Chaik was driving, with Sarron in the passenger seat. Maeson manned the machine gun and Diun crouched in the back. The firebase would be in view soon, so they proceeded on foot. Their plan was to infiltrate the compound, plant explosives in the fuel and ammo dumps before retreating to detonate and lay down suppressing fire.

They moved through a small, dense forrest with little swamp, and finally they could see the Base of Operations.

Routine Patrol 3 Clicks from The Firebase

"THX 6111 to Command Relay.... Awaiting further instructions"

"...."

"THX 6111 To Command Relay Awaiting Further Instructions"

"..."

"THX 6111 To Command Relay... Awaiting Further Instructions"

"...This is Command Relay... Theirs been a minor incident at the Fire base... Command Relay are helping with the response... all further Commands are Terminated until otherwise Instructed... Contine with Patrol Protocol..."

"Understood Command Relay..."

"THX 6111 to THX 4552 Copy over?"

"This is THX 4552... I copy"

"Anything to Report THX 4552?"

"Negative... All is clear"

"Acknowleged THX 4552"

the 5 man tactical scout squad moved along a dirt track... they scanned every few feet in the country side with thermal vision and night vision... ensuring any gobos that got too interested in what was going on near by were kept at bay...

"This is THX 6111 to THX 8774... Confirm?"

"THX 8774 Confirming... All Clear"

"Acknowleged THX 8774"

The squad continued along the path... before comming to the end of their patrol protocol... they stood and did a final survey before preparing to head to the other sector of their Patrol...

They had hit the dirt as soon as they heard voices, and lay in the tall grass about 20 yards from the Capitol Police.
"Standard patrol, nothing to worry about." Maeson wispered
"I'll be the judge of that," Chaik hissed, "Sarron, Diun, flank left. Maeson flank right... quietly."
The CP Patrol were just standing there, as if waiting for hidden instructions.
"Sarron, approach now... draw knife."
Sarron was the most capable soldier in the group, and he sure as hell knew it. Although not arrogant, he would often make threats if his comrades could not keep up.
The CP had left a blind spot in their position, and he crawled up silently behind one of the regulars. As quick a flash he ripped off the mans helmet, dropping it to the ground as he choked out the CP. The one weilding the auto-cannon heard the thud, and turned only to find Sarron hurl drop corpse, lunging forward to put a knife in his throat. Two down, he stabbed a third under the arm and into the heart, before sneaking up on the fourth, always keeping an eye on the leader.

It was then that the unit got their orders, and the two remaining turned to face him. His target met the sharp edge of a knife, and the leader was riddled in seconds, firing as he went down into the mud. A stray bullet clipped Sarron on the side of his head, hitting the earpeice and forcing Sarron to pull out a rapidly melting chip. He let the body slump to the ground before inspecting the damage. It was his security chip, and now his frequency was open for all to hear.

The others came to join him, and searched the bodies of the CP. Maeson held up a hand, and a smile crossed his face.

Minutes later, they had suited up and were looking exactly like the CP, but a bit tall for the usual. Material from their black rucksacks was ripped up and tied around the wrists and ankles to hide the short limbs on the uniform, and as long as they didn't get too close it should be fine.

The Techy turned around... quite startled by this noise... confronted by a wild.. drunken goblin.. his eyes widened...

"ALARM!... ALARM!!" the techy began to run around... suddenly the camp became alive with activity as CP troopers stormed over to the scene... brandishing large caliber GPMG's... the Commander of the base stormed out and looked at the specimen stood there bleary eyed...

"What?... this is the Fearsome Goblin that Crush the Elite Wolf Brigade?.... Hahahaha....... " His expression suddenly changed..." Kill it... and Find out where they came from..."

in one the CP troopers opened fire at the goblin... chain cannons flaring into life.... before other troopers began searching for the way he came in...

it was pretty obvious from where he came from... footprints left behind from the drunken gobo lead directly into a storage tent... and the trap door... hastily opened... and neglected to be concealed pointed directly to where he had emerged from...

"Commander... we have found a trap door.... Orders?" a CP trooper radioed

"Destroy it... with immeadiate force..."

"Understood"

the Trooper Primed a grenade.. hurled it down the tunnel... and quickly closed the Trap Door placing his weight over it incase anyone tried to make a quick escape...

As the grenade bounced down the long shaft leading to the tunnel, two Goblins almost immidiatly recognized the sound.
"Run?"
"Dats a good idea."
The two Goblins both dived into the side tunnels, hurling themselves around the corner just before the grenade went off, showering the area with metal fragments, which rebounded off the curve in the tunnel. showering the two Goblins with not-quite lethal fragments, very unpleasant but not exactly deadly.
Now they were very, very angry.
The first Goblin ran back into the small chamber, siezed his rifle and began firing .69 calibur bullets up the tunnel through the trapdoor, cursing as the rifle jolted his shoulder.

(OOC:
Goblins like big guns, he's using a sort of supersized bolt-action rifle. Its horribly innacurate and the bullets are pretty slow, but they will really mess up a soft target :)

The Capitol police trooper stood on the trap door suddenly began to shake violently... the slow but heavy caliber rounds making mince meat of the poorly armoured back of his legs and mid riff... a round shot up through the trap door and struck him in the chin sending him flying off his feet... the bottom of his breath mask exploding in a shower of blood... the other capitol police troopers opened fire with gpmg's not acheiving anything... they continued to fire... until the 50 mag chain belt ran out... another CP trooper moved in carrying a large tank on his back... the corpse of the origonal cp trooper thrashed about as more bullets tore through his torso... the other troopers dragged away the body and the flame thrower weilding trooper approached with caution... he placed the nossle into the cave entrance and let rip with a long gout of flames.... the pressure and heat of the napalm coursing down the tunnel was defening to those with unprotected ears...

the CP trooper paused... before letting another blast rip down the tunnel...

The Commander looked into the tent... the CP troopers leaving... people from all around the base were watching...

"Alright... Get Back To work... this Fire Base isnt going to Finish itself... and you.. Get Back to the Command Relay!.... The Patrol Group will be awaiting Orders!"

people began to look at each other... slightly bemused... before returning to their work stations... and once again the Fire base became a Hive of Activity...

"Command Relay, this is THX 6111, we have encountered a Goblin ambush, and have lost THX 4552 to heavy weapons fire. They have retreated into the forrest and appear to be only a scout group and they took the body, over?" Mimicked Maeson, as they walked towards the compound. While he waited for a reply, Chaik was doing the organising.

"Ok, Sarron and Diun go for the fuel dump and set these charges. Me and the captain will go for the Ammo Depot, understood?"

The others nodded, checking their CP GPMGs and adjusting visual settings to accomodate for their non-human vision.

"This is Command Relay... THX 6111... Understood... Return to Firebase and Prepare for stand down..."

The squad of Concremo soldiers... dressed as CP troopers marched upto the gate... the gate a heavy steel construct designed to take direct hits from bunker buster missiles slowly lowered into the ground... preparing to allow the squads entry... an Imperial Guard Sgt stepped out of a small make shift tent and questioned there Designations...

"Designations?"

"THX 6111"
"THX 8774"
"THX 6777"
"THX 1337"

the officer looked over the unusually tall CP Troopers

"Hey.... Aren't you a little tall to be CP Troopers?"

Sarron stepped up to the Sergeant, standing only centimetres away from him.
"Yes, yes we are" He he said. He nodded once, the second nod connecting with the crown of the mans head in a headbut that literally crumpled him. Maeson stashed the body back in the tent, before they split into twos to perform their tasks.

Sarron was getting alot of interferance from his headset, due to the missing chip. Some of it seemed to be CP voices, although the static made it inaudiable.

They approached the fuel dump, as Sarron kept watch and Diun set the charges. There, he heard voices. And not the crazy-man kind.

Sarron was looking out over the fire base... looking at its busy techies working away errecting Machine gun posts and other fences...

"...Alpha... Intr..... Com"

"What was that Diun?" Sarron asked turning away from the field...

"What?... Nothing?" Diun replied...

Sarron shrugged his shoulders and turned back... staring directly at a group of Capitol Police troopers.... stood GPMG's all pointing in his direction...

then the voices came across cyrstal clear...

"Command Relay.. THX 1138 Reporting... Intruders Located... Instructions?"

"Aw crap!" he yelled, as the CP opened fire on him, "Not the fuel you bastards! Not the fucking fuel you'll put us sky high!"

He dived behind a VTOL, and dropped his GPMG in favour of a high-caliber pistol. He fired at the CP, bagging two with headshots and a third with four rounds to the stomach. Diun was holding his own to his left, but they were being flanked, and fast. This damn helmet was obscuring him, he realised, as he swiped it off and kept firing. He hit a CP in the neck, and another in the back of the head as they had turned to fight Diun.

Diun had found a place to set up, and emptied four clips of GPMG into the air, the shouting CPs easily picked off by Sarron. He walked into the open, still firing, deftly ducking and diving under the sprays of fire from the CPs and dropping one after the other. It was second nature to him after this many years, as he tuned out the screams and explosions o the nearby fuel barrels. In his new-found state of calm, he heard communications through his headset, stopped, and smiled.

The Imperial Officer calmly walked out of the tent... Diun had ran out of ammunition and had ran into a wall of CP's fancying his chances more with surrender rather than face a wall of lead...

the officer walked over the corpses of CP Troopers... he calmy walked towards Sarron clapping....

"Well Done... Well Done.... I have to Say Im impressed... you both showed much injinuity... killing off our CP patrol... stealing their uniforms... "

Sarron stood... breathing heavily...

the CP's stood moitionless... given hidden orders that only Sarron knew...

"I wonder... you seem to be the ultimate soliders... but are you fallable to say... Power?... Order?... W..ealth?" the officer paused slowly saying wealth.. hanging on the word... at this cue... Sarrons eyes widened slightly...

"Oh... So we are a sentient being... corruptable and controllable... everyone has a price..."

"We want your services...... Work for the Corporation and the money keeps comming... fail us and the money stops... so does the Contract...I assume that you will accept this little deal of ours... we've been monitoring your activities since you sustained the damage to your head during the ambush... its funny what a little listening in can offer you... as for that one... Prove your worth to the Corporation and a IMC500.000 bonous will be yours...... Kill Him..." the officer spoke pointing to Diun...

Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"After long debating and consideration. The Corporate Dictatorship of Red Tide has decided to declare war on Blood Moon Goblins. We are dispatching via sea and air the 4th corps in support of The Kraven Corporation. That is all. Good day."

Later that day... the corp left in a fleet of cargo ships and planes escorted by a small flotilla of TIDAL WAVE Class Destroyers. The men sat in their assigned places, resting for the upcoming fight. None were nervous, none were fretfull. They were all calm.

OOC:A single Red Tide Corp consists of 5 divisions(20,000-25,000 men per division). The 4th corp consists of:

10th Infantry Division with anti-tank regiment attached(25,000 men)
11th Infantry Division with artillery regiment attached(25,000 men)
12th Infantry Division with anti-air regiment attached(25,000 men)
4th Mechanised-Infantry Division(20,000 men)
4th Armored Division(20,000 men)

A infantry division consists mostly of soldiers in trucks with a few APCs, a Mechanised-Infantry consists mostly of soldiers in APCs with a few LBTs(Light Battle Tanks), a Armored Division consists mostly of MBTs and infantry in APCs.

OOC: since gobbos are like viel, kept in dark small spaces, they must be tender and although not directly allied with them, The Gulos will back The K.C.

IC: The banshee-like cries of the Gulos feeding on goblin and human flesh echoed over mountains and on a lower frequency began to call the starving packs of gulos. Armed to the teeth, with 6" canines, salvaged weapons from the former Clan Fur Military, and the famous Muskaxe.

In droves they began to feed on the casualties of the first battle, and too soon were the bodies picked clean. The pecking order of 700 Gulos was established quicly and Vrak, a 19 year old male from the Crooked Tooth pack, ordered that the pack move north, flank the fight and stay near a human base being established were battle was sure to rage.

Pack Leader (http://www.dinosaur.net.cn/_Ancient_Life_Museum/_F02_Snowstalker/01886208783900.jpg)

Pack Member (http://www.nrtonline.co.yu/zoopage/klas/images/103.jpg)

Muskaxe (http://www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=PR_DN&ITEM=DX-1010&LOCATION=PHOTOS)

ooc: something as petty as running out of ammo would not stop one of these guys... but never mind.

ic:

Diun was on his knees, surrounded by the armoured Capitol Police. But they had underestimated him. He jumped to his feet and dug in with his hands and feet, the CP not daring to shoot in such close quarters in case they cut each other up. In seconds they were on the floor, some groaning, some dead. Diun re-armed himself and laughed, as the other group detonated and the ammo depot exploded on a ball of debris and flame. They heard gunfire, as Chaik and Maeson drove towards them in another stolen jeep.

Chaik swiveled the turret to fire at the officer, the one making the deal with Sarron. Sarron thought fast, and fired once at the wheel of the jeep. The wheel swiveled, twisted and then bent, flipping the vehicle over and throwing Chaik out with a broken neck. Maeson was trapped inside, as the jeep buckled on every bouce before coming to rest.

Hoardes of CP surrounded the vehicle, and dragged Maeson away. Diun stared at Sarron disbelief.
"What the hell are doing!?" He shouted.
"Business" Sarron repied, as he took aim and shot Diun right between the eyes.
He looked at the officer, and spoke.
"I'm gonna get my own armour back, this stuff is shit."

"As you wish... it is after all a little tight fitting on you.." the officer laughed...

"Oh... and Here is your Bonous..." the officer threw Sarron a cred stick... on it... 500.000 Impeiral Military Credits... roughly the same amount in USD...

as for the camp... sustaining damaged fuel depo, and an ammo dump has set the corporation back and no doubt has acted like a big signal flare...

engineers worked fast to put out the flames, and the officer was now striding back and forth dishing out orders and trying to contact the high command to send reinforcments... perimiter guns were now active and scanning the great fields below....

Closed Frequency Communication to the Red Tide Fleet

To: Red Tide2
From: Fire Base Commander

Hails... we thankyou for your assistance... the fire base is located at... N68 E45 we hope to see you shortly, however we do not have the facilities at the moment to hold all of your troops and equipment... we suggest constructing a secondary Fire base 15 clicks to the east of us to establish a secondary beachhead...

yours

Commander Hurst

(OOC - lol.. right ok... but i would appreciate it if the firebase would get left alone as the fire base is the primary war deployment zone and so is the most defended area... we can ferry troops in and out of the base with ease and can also supply instant air cover from our small but limited VTOL air field... and anyway... ive got it bad enough everyones joining the goblins lol :D :P)

OOC: Fine, I'll leave it alone, for now, I'm eventually gonna put you under seige, but I'll give you some breathing space for now.

IC:

The commander of ten was not concerned about the enemy numbers, they would either kill them all or be killed, and so the commander of ten was advancing on the walls of this firebase, he could see the walls from his position but could not reach them, to solve that problem they started moving forward until their bolters were in range, to draw out their enemies.

They opened fire on the walls and gun emplacements with their heavy bolters, blasting away to get the enemies attention well and truly fixed on them, and not the rest of the ten that were waiting behind them for enemies to come close enough.

Having setup a small air base in the vacinety of the Adamistaani outpost the USSF have been able to transport military supplies from the main land under the protection of the Kraven Capital Police which where so kindly borrowed to them under the condition that they help enslave the Blood Moon Goblin nation. Since the base was last heard of two prominant missile silo's have been constructed, armed with massive bunker buster missiles capable of burrowing a 500kg payload 10 meters below the ground. The atmosphere is broken with a man on the tannoy system.

"Missile launch sequence started now, 10, 9, 8, 7, ....... 3, 2, 1"

The whole out post is shacken and the roar of the powerful jet engines can be heard from miles around, the missile is on course for The Blood Moon Goblins home base with the intention to flood them out and stop the siege in the mountains. The payload of this particular bomb was of course incinaries designed to do as much dammage to the Goblin populas as possible and destroy the internal infastructure of the city.

Mean while a battalion with mix of USSF officers and Kraven Capital police have been flown across the country in Kraven VTOLs and have positioned them self a short distance (5-6 miles) of the goblin capital and are waiting for the missile support they requested attempt to break the Gobblin defence.

Birds scattered as the bolter fire alerted the Kraven Corporation, and Sarron hit the ground at the first gunshot. It felt good to be in CyberPlate again, although somewhat limiting in agility the protection offered was a huge advantage. He poked his head up slightly, and saw the slivers either causing a distraction or giving poor suppression fire. The former was more likely, he decided as he waited in the long grass for them to pass. The CP would be here soon, but attacking around 10 completely unknown enemies alone would be suicide.

The Kraven Auto guns suddenly began to return fire.. heavy bolters and assault cannons flared up with gun fire.. raining bullets into the vacinity of where the fire was comming from... two alarms began to sound as the heavy metal gate guarding the entrance was raised... a small attack vtol rose off the ground... and headed down the hill to where the attack was comming from... inside were a 5 man tactical squad.... prep'd and ready to go... each trooper was attached to a zip line in which they would make their way to the surface...

the assault cannons on either side of the vtol opened up... cutting through trees and shrubs and other foliage around the base of the hill... the vtols radar was picking up many different life sign readings and the pilot compensated for this... moving the craft to a location where he could drop the CP troopers off...

the black zip lines fell... and 5 CP troopers dropped to the ground in a controlled decent... all the time the gpmg's were laying down fire.... the air was hot with lead and the smell of gunpowder was omnipresent...

Sarron stood, and ran towards the helicopter at an amazing speed considering the weight of his armour. He jumped and grabbed a zip line, climbing into the cargo hold. He was completely unarmed, and although the Slivers and CP were one equal footing with firearms, the Slivers had reinforcements in the trees behind. He knew the CP could not win, and he simply wanted to witness the combat effectiveness of these interesting creatures.

Blood Moon Goblins,

The people of Kingladn send their deepest regards to your humble nation.

Although we do not wish to get involved in this conflict militarily, I have put 300 of our best military advisors on standby. If you feel as though you may need us, contact me. Thank you.

Our deepest sympathies,

Charles I,
King of Kingladn

(BMG please respond to frendlies' less combative posts, or else run the risk of having a ally loss interest, this is no threat just the truth, threads loss their pull when freinds don't respond.)

The column of Draconis soldiers and vehicles was advancing rapidly after receiving reports from local goblins that the remnants of the goblin army was camped in the swamps. It would only be a few minutes before they began to see goblin forces on the horizon. From orbit the fleet that had brought the Draconis force to this far off allied planet was acting as an orbital satellite relay system they supported every thing from a global positioning system to terrain mapping. As the fleet orbited they saw what could only be described as a combat zone, it was on the edge of the jungles and swamp supposedly where the goblins had made camp, this information increase the pace of the Draconis march and raised moral.

The column reached the edge of the swamp and easily began moving though it. Being raised on a planet much similar to this nation was a major benefit, the Mobile Armor dismounted their transports and moved ahead of the infantry, as for the APC's and the rest of the vehicles they began moving around the edge of the swamp and kept in contact with the rest of the column.

As the divided column neared the battle zone they saw crude goblin defenses only a kilometer away and began broadcasting their approach. "This is Mobile Infantry division command broadcasting our approach vector through the swamp to goblin allies. We have several hundred vehicles running the edge of the swamp and are accompanied by Mobile armor divisions as well. We are here to aid in any defense and support role we can offer, please respond."

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Bump Barrage

Vrak helled back the pack wish his posture, but even he bagan to hunger and salivate as the skimish continued.

He raised his muskaxe and shot a single shot into the air. With wicked laughter, Pack Crush, joined the frey in masse. 700 Gulos attcked the slivers, jumping iradicly from sliver to sliver; biting, shooting and hacking away with their muskaxes. They were weaker and much smaller, but there was was a 70:1 ratio to be considered.

Pack Leader (http://www.dinosaur.net.cn/_Ancient_Life_Museum/_F02_Snowstalker/01886208783900.jpg)
Pack Member (http://www.nrtonline.co.yu/zoopage/klas/images/103.jpg)
Muskaxe (http://www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=PR_DN&ITEM=DX-1010&LOCATION=PHOTOS)

The Kraven Auto guns suddenly began to return fire.. heavy bolters and assault cannons flared up with gun fire.. raining bullets into the vacinity of where the fire was comming from... two alarms began to sound as the heavy metal gate guarding the entrance was raised... a small attack vtol rose off the ground... and headed down the hill to where the attack was comming from... inside were a 5 man tactical squad.... prep'd and ready to go... each trooper was attached to a zip line in which they would make their way to the surface...

the assault cannons on either side of the vtol opened up... cutting through trees and shrubs and other foliage around the base of the hill... the vtols radar was picking up many different life sign readings and the pilot compensated for this... moving the craft to a location where he could drop the CP troopers off...

the black zip lines fell... and 5 CP troopers dropped to the ground in a controlled decent... all the time the gpmg's were laying down fire.... the air was hot with lead and the smell of gunpowder was omnipresent...


The auto guns cut down a pair of the muscle slivers, weakening the rest, but the heavy bolters quickly concentrated their fire, hopig to take out the emplacements before they took heavier losses, while the lighter bolters opened fire on the VTOL and the troops on the ground, and, while they noticed the other human, and took stock of his speed, they quickly discounted him as a threat.

Vrak helled back the pack wish his posture, but even he bagan to hunger and salivate as the skimish continued.

He raised his muskaxe and shot a single shot into the air. With wicked laughter, Pack Crush, joined the frey in masse. 700 Gulos attcked the slivers, jumping iradicly from sliver to sliver; biting, shooting and hacking away with their muskaxes. They were weaker and much smaller, but there was was a 70:1 ratio to be considered.

Pack Leader (http://www.dinosaur.net.cn/_Ancient_Life_Museum/_F02_Snowstalker/01886208783900.jpg)
Pack Member (http://www.nrtonline.co.yu/zoopage/klas/images/103.jpg)
Muskaxe (http://www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=PR_DN&ITEM=DX-1010&LOCATION=PHOTOS)


The beasts outnumbwered them, but they were poorly armed, and the slivers grafted blades quickly balanced the equation against the few creatures who could get close enough to strike at them.

The auto guns cut down a pair of the muscle slivers, weakening the rest, but the heavy bolters quickly concentrated their fire, hopig to take out the emplacements before they took heavier losses, while the lighter bolters opened fire on the VTOL and the troops on the ground, and, while they noticed the other human, and took stock of his speed, they quickly discounted him as a threat.

One of the assault cannons ammo packs exploded sending the emplacment up in an explosive ball of fire... engineers quickly ran to the emplacment with fire extinguishers and attempted to douse the flames with fire retardant...

on the ground the 5 CP troopers were exchanging fire with the Slivers... the GPMG's tore through the undergrowth... and the gout of a flame thrower errupted every so often scourching the ground before them... a round from a bolter impacted into the chest of a CP... his armour protecting him the round ricoched off into the air... however another CP did not fair so lucky... a round penetrated just above the hip... tearing his abdomen apart as the explosive bolt errupted inside his chest... splattering the ground with blood... and the tall heavily armoured trooper fell to the ground... even more fire was exchanged between the group...

The bolter fire pattered against the armour of the vtol.... although damaged it wasnt enough damage to bring it out of the sky... and it continued to lay down a barrage of lead from its twin assault cannons...

From the base 2 more VTOL attack craft took to the air.... incase support was quickly needed....

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/vtol.jpg
Vtol Transport Craft

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/tank.jpg
Vtol Attack Craft

One of the assault cannons ammo packs exploded sending the emplacment up in an explosive ball of fire... engineers quickly ran to the emplacment with fire extinguishers and attempted to douse the flames with fire retardant...

on the ground the 5 CP troopers were exchanging fire with the Slivers... the GPMG's tore through the undergrowth... and the gout of a flame thrower errupted every so often scourching the ground before them... a round from a bolter impacted into the chest of a CP... his armour protecting him the round ricoched off into the air... however another CP did not fair so lucky... a round penetrated just above the hip... tearing his abdomen apart as the explosive bolt errupted inside his chest... splattering the ground with blood... and the tall heavily armoured trooper fell to the ground... even more fire was exchanged between the group...

The bolter fire pattered against the armour of the vtol.... although damaged it wasnt enough damage to bring it out of the sky... and it continued to lay down a barrage of lead from its twin assault cannons...

From the base 2 more VTOL attack craft took to the air.... incase support was quickly needed....

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/vtol.jpg
Vtol Transport Craft

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/tank.jpg
Vtol Attack Craft


The slivers were being cut down one by one, although the mindwhip and two of the muscle slivers still stood, along with the commander and the plated sliver that remained, the acidic and talon slivers were alive, but they were engaging the beasts that had attacked them, and their blades were wreaking havoc among the enemy troops.

The muscle sliver realised that they couldn't destroy the gun emplacements and instead opened up their heavier chain-bolters on the ground forces and the VTOL, trying to knock it out of the sky before it killed them all, while the other chain-bolter swept a devestating swath across the ground in front of them, trying to supress the enemy fire and allow the hunter to take action with his pheromones.

OOC: hunter pheromones have a tendency to cause cowering troos to become hyper agressive, forcing them to attack anything that is attacking them, although it is possible to resist.

The slivers were being cut down one by one, although the mindwhip and two of the muscle slivers still stood, along with the commander and the plated sliver that remained, the acidic and talon slivers were alive, but they were engaging the beasts that had attacked them, and their blades were wreaking havoc among the enemy troops.

The muscle sliver realised that they couldn't destroy the gun emplacements and instead opened up their heavier chain-bolters on the ground forces and the VTOL, trying to knock it out of the sky before it killed them all, while the other chain-bolter swept a devestating swath across the ground in front of them, trying to supress the enemy fire and allow the hunter to take action with his pheromones.

OOC: hunter pheromones have a tendency to cause cowering troos to become hyper agressive, forcing them to attack anything that is attacking them, although it is possible to resist.


The Capitol police were smashed by the heavier chain gun... they were nocked to the ground but their armour primarily designed to withstand high velocity weapons protected the majority of them.. however casualties were still caused.... the squad leader took a round to the face and his lifeless corpse lay on the ground in a pool of blood...

the troopers got back to their feet... 3 left... the flamethrower errupted again... a massive ball of flame went tumbling down the hill...

the VTOL attack craft was raked with bullets again... this time impacting with the left engine and causing it to lose power momentarily... it veered to the left and the pilot struggled to maintain control.... the twin assault cannons stopped breifly as the gunner and pilot both fought to maintain control...

in the mean time however a second VTOL attack craft approached upon seeing the struggling VTOL with its own consignment of troopers to back up the outnumbered CP on the ground...

Its bail time, Sarron realised, as smoke errupted from the VTOL. He shouted to the pilot to take him back to the compound. His command was cut short by another burst from the Slivers. A round glanced of his shoulder, deflecting wildly and hitting the Gunner in the neck. Sarron got his head down, and looked towards the cockpit. The pilot was screaming, his chair had melted to his legs and the console was in flames. Sarron punched through and kicked in the seatbelt, before hoisting the barely-breathing pilot over his shoulder and taking his chances with the ground.

OOC: I thought I was up-hill from your guys, but okay, whatever.

IC:

The first VTOL was damaged, and the muscle sliver continued to pour fire into it like there was no tomorrow, while the mindwhip sliver rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames that were covering its body, its death would spell doom for the sliver and whoever faced them, since the sliver would fight until destroyed if it died, and if it died they wouldn't be able to stop fighting until they were destroyed.

The hunter was firing selective shots at the approaching VTOL, targeting the engines with a heavy bolter, although not a chain bolter it was an extremely powerful piece of equipment and should be able to damage the newest threat before they destroyed the remaining slivers.

The second muscle sliver and the plated sliver stood back to back, as the musle sliver poured fire into the enemy, the plated sliver bolstered his defenses, preventing the enemy from killing him, as well as engaging any enemy that got within reach of its deadly blades.

Sarron ducked under the stray rounds, and watched the newly-abandoned VTOL spiral into the ground about 20 metres from the fight. He returned fire with a high-caliber handgun while making his way towards the base. Upon seeing the second VTOL, he dropped the pilot and charged against the Slivers. Combat Knife in one hand and handgun in the other, strafed around to flank the Slivers as the VTOL approached.



ooc: where the hell is BMG in all this?

Sarron ducked under the stray rounds, and watched the newly-abandoned VTOL spiral into the ground about 20 metres from the fight. He returned fire with a high-caliber handgun while making his way towards the base. Upon seeing the second VTOL, he dropped the pilot and charged against the Slivers. Combat Knife in one hand and handgun in the other, strafed around to flank the Slivers as the VTOL approached.



ooc: where the hell is BMG in all this?

The plated sliver had seen the huiman leap from the ship and attempt to flank them, but it was pretty much garaunteed to be able to defeat any pathetic human in battle, especially with its mono-molecular vibroblades, no puny little human knife coud parry the deadly power of those massive blades, and that humans knife was smaller than most.

OOC: that's all for tonight, nasty storm outside so I'm shutting down and riding it out.

ooc: i would edit that before i take offence (ICly), concremians are not humans, they are Daesus. However, they are (externally) nearly identical and mistakes could be made on the part of the slivers.

ooc: i would edit that before i take offence (ICly), concremians are not humans, they are Daesus. However, they are (externally) nearly identical and mistakes could be made on the part of the slivers.

OOC: no editing, the slivers can't tell the difference, except by scent and they're a little busy to go sniff his crotch right now, you know how it is...

ooc: fair point

ic:

Sarron concentrated his fire on the Muscle Sliver, resolving to take on the Plated Sliver in a more brutal manner, as in close up. He emptied eight rounds of .50 AE into the general area of the Sliver before rapidly reloading. He tucked the knife into his sheath to prime a grenade, and threw it at the creatures as he rolled to his left.

ooc: fair point

ic:

Sarron concentrated his fire on the Muscle Sliver, resolving to take on the Plated Sliver in a more brutal manner, as in close up. He emptied eight rounds of .50 AE into the general area of the Sliver before rapidly reloading. He tucked the knife into his sheath to prime a grenade, and threw it at the creatures as he rolled to his left.


OOC: I thought it was a pretty good point myself.

IC:

The muscle sliver had holes in his plating, but they were minor injuries, his heavy armor grafts were enough to stop most of the bullets from that horribly inaccurate little gun(I've used a DE .50, they're a bitch to shoot straight, and they hurt your wrists like hell) the puny human was using, but he continued to fire on the VTOL, since he wasn't incapacitated.

The plated sliver simply fell onto the grenade, allowing the even heavier armor on its body to absorb most of the damage, with a little penetrating to gouge at its chitin and flesh beneath, after the detonation the sliver got up and charged the pathetic little human, activating its boma blade and swiping at the humans head, ready to kill it with little effort.

A capitol police trooper threw himself at the plated sliver using his speed and body weight to rugby tackle the creature into the ground... the CP fully expected to die... but it was a last ditch attempt with little or no ammo left...

another blast from the flame thrower errupted.... before clicking on empty... the trooper disengaged the canisters on the back pack and drew a 3ft long combat bayonet... (more of a sword yes, but these are often mounted on the GPMG and act as more of a weapon of fear than an actual bayonet when attached to the GPMG) he charged the two remaining slivers... swinging the bayonet in a high arc...

the VTOL that approached was raked with fire... warning signals from the cockpit alerted the pilot and gunner that the hull of the craft was being damaged by gunfire... the gunner flicked some switches to compenstate for a loss in oil pressure... then activated the dorsal mounted gun, a .50cal explosive automatic cannon.... it flared into life... rounds being hammered through the air towards the remaining slivers... explosive ripples errupted along the ground ahead of the vtol as it jinked to the left... the plumes of fire following ahead of the craft....

Sarron watched in amusement as the Capitol Police trooper was ripped to shreds by the Plated Sliver, and he seized his chance. He took one step back and unloaded into the creatures face and neck. At this proximity its would be impossible to miss, but the strange armour lookede tough.

ooc: statistically a .50 with AE ammunition is very accurate (short to mid range) but fails miserably at around 200-300 metres. However, the weight of the CyberPlate armour he has is more than enough to absorb the recoil.

After only a minute Vrak realied his mistake... He quickly retreated with the remains of his pack... This ment war and food.

Sending runners, he would contact the Gulodom and other packs around the surrounding area. Reserecting former Clan Fur technology was already underway and now it was direly needed. He would have to scavenge after the skirmish was over... and settle for things he didn't kill himself... But he wasnt dead and only angrier...

Sarron watched in amusement as the Capitol Police trooper was ripped to shreds by the Plated Sliver, and he seized his chance. He took one step back and unloaded into the creatures face and neck. At this proximity its would be impossible to miss, but the strange armour lookede tough.

ooc: statistically a .50 with AE ammunition is very accurate (short to mid range) but fails miserably at around 200-300 metres. However, the weight of the CyberPlate armour he has is more than enough to absorb the recoil.


OOC: Ok, I never considered the armor when I was making that post, my mistake. There are still 5 slivers left, and that means things are a bit more difficult than you expected.

IC:

The plated sliver was hurt, its armor was hard to penetrate, and its chitin was harder than most slivers as well, but those bullets all hit in very close proximity, and that was enough to get penetration, while the last two smashed through its chitin, damaging its "shoulder", but leaving it otherwise combat ready.

The muscle sliver continued to fire at the VTOL, determined to bring it out of the air before he died.

The hunter sliver continued to pump rounds into the second VTOL, although return fire was coming disturbinghly close to its position it kept up its fire.

The muscle sliver had survived most of the engagement unscathed, until he caught a ball of flame full in the face, then he went down for the count, unable to survive the internal damage caused by inhaling fire.

The two slivers who were apart from the rest had driven off the attacking beasts with minimal injuries, now they turned to go back to the battle.

ooc: basically this armour is the best PMT can offer, but severely restricts mobility (unless user is trained and very strong) and exceeds the 'budget per soldier' by several millions. It can change in density to kill momentum and absorb impact, so a monomolecular blade would not fully penetrate but would put a serious cut in it. Armour would weigh around 240-260 lbs.

ic:

He put his boot into the Sliver before it could get up, stamping on its chest while he drew a knife to do further damage. This knife would look insignificant at first, but the weighted polymer composite handle, laser sharpened blade with a blood-groove and serrated back would inflict a horrifying wound when twisted. His gun clattered to the ground, and he pulled his right arm back to slash the Sliver across the face.

(ooc: the first vtol is already down, Concremo rescued the Pilot who was on fire... theres only one heading your way with 5 more CP's)

the first vtols wrekage lay in a burning heap some hundered yards from where the fighting was taking place... its engines had managed to keep it going but without control it was doomed from the start...

the second vtol was raked with fire once again... the pilot compensated by hammering on the controls and making the vtol take a sudden climb... the G's asserted by this sudden climb were immense... but the pilot continued the climb... before suddenly pushing the control stick down and forcing the vtol into a dive bomb... its .50 cal dorsal mounted machine gun opened fire again... explosive rounds smashed into the ground on a near verticle decent....

100 feet before the craft was to hit the ground the pilot pulled up again... the twin Ram jet engines screamed in protest as they were pushed to their limits... the craft slowed to a halt... its control pannel was reading several engine faliures from the sudden climb and decent...

"Im reading some engine malfunctions Fire base Command... will disengage after CP's are ground based"

"Understood VTOL CC23"

the black zip lines fell to the ground once more... and another 5 CP troopers fell from the vtol in controlled decents... right above the ensuing combat below... the vtols twin assault cannons spat hot lead out left and right... attempting to forge some suppression fire... until the cp were on the ground...

as the CP fell the GPMG's burst into life... firing at possible targets.. and generally attempting to surpress hostile forces...

The fire base Commander watched from one of the Towers... he was getting increasingly annoyed at how long this was taking to deal with...

"Sloppy... Really... SLoppy... Really.. Damn... sloppy..."

ooc: basically this armour is the best PMT can offer, but severely restricts mobility (unless user is trained and very strong) and exceeds the 'budget per soldier' by several millions. It can change in density to kill momentum and absorb impact, so a monomolecular blade would not fully penetrate but would put a serious cut in it. Armour would weigh around 240-260 lbs.

ic:

He put his boot into the Sliver before it could get up, stamping on its chest while he drew a knife to do further damage. This knife would look insignificant at first, but the weighted polymer composite handle, laser sharpened blade with a blood-groove and serrated back would inflict a horrifying wound when twisted. His gun clattered to the ground, and he pulled his right arm back to slash the Sliver across the face.


OOC: I see, what about a monmolecular vibroblade, how would that hurt him?

IC:

The boot on its chest was no real impediment, since it just meant that the enemy was close enough to hit, although the damaged shoulder would take some of the strength from his blows he would still be able to deal out impressive damage with his blade, and his tails, which were currently entwining themselves about the leg on its chest, ready to pull him down at the first opportunity.

Is there any video of the assassination?

(ooc: the first vtol is already down, Concremo rescued the Pilot who was on fire... theres only one heading your way with 5 more CP's)

the first vtols wrekage lay in a burning heap some hundered yards from where the fighting was taking place... its engines had managed to keep it going but without control it was doomed from the start...

the second vtol was raked with fire once again... the pilot compensated by hammering on the controls and making the vtol take a sudden climb... the G's asserted by this sudden climb were immense... but the pilot continued the climb... before suddenly pushing the control stick down and forcing the vtol into a dive bomb... its .50 cal dorsal mounted machine gun opened fire again... explosive rounds smashed into the ground on a near verticle decent....

100 feet before the craft was to hit the ground the pilot pulled up again... the twin Ram jet engines screamed in protest as they were pushed to their limits... the craft slowed to a halt... its control pannel was reading several engine faliures from the sudden climb and decent...

"Im reading some engine malfunctions Fire base Command... will disengage after CP's are ground based"

"Understood VTOL CC23"

the black zip lines fell to the ground once more... and another 5 CP troopers fell from the vtol in controlled decents... right above the ensuing combat below... the vtols twin assault cannons spat hot lead out left and right... attempting to forge some suppression fire... until the cp were on the ground...

as the CP fell the GPMG's burst into life... firing at possible targets.. and generally attempting to surpress hostile forces...

The fire base Commander watched from one of the Towers... he was getting increasingly annoyed at how long this was taking to deal with...

"Sloppy... Really... SLoppy... Really.. Damn... sloppy..."


The sklivers didn't suppress under indirect, or for that matter, direct fire, with the commander opening up on the first target with its massive heavy bolter, while the muscle sliver opened up with its chain bolter.

The two slivers who had beaten back the other attack were cut down by the guns as they moved, meaning that only three of the ten remained to stop the latest assault.

OOC: They'll lose eventually.

(ooc: its cool, im just RPing the Commanders annoyance at the sloppyness of how this attack was delt with... some one will pay for it...:))

heavy bolter fire slashed across the chest of a CP, his armour protected the first few rounds... but the last rounds to hit him, mangled his chest like paper... his lifeless corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thump... the 4th CP suddenly opened up with his Assault cannon (smaller more compact versions of the ones on the VTOL) its barrel span.. hot gasses flared from the barrel as empty casings flew left and right from the ejection port.. in a matter of minutes the remaining CP's hit the ground and were attacked in a flanking unit formation...

The fire Base commander span round on his heel and stormed back to the command tent...

VIDEO - I want to see the VIDEO!!

Is there any video of the assassination?

Your talking privileges have been revoked, permanently.

(ooc: its cool, im just RPing the Commanders annoyance at the sloppyness of how this attack was delt with... some one will pay for it...:))

heavy bolter fire slashed across the chest of a CP, his armour protected the first few rounds... but the last rounds to hit him, mangled his chest like paper... his lifeless corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thump... the 4th CP suddenly opened up with his Assault cannon (smaller more compact versions of the ones on the VTOL) its barrel span.. hot gasses flared from the barrel as empty casings flew left and right from the ejection port.. in a matter of minutes the remaining CP's hit the ground and were attacked in a flanking unit formation...

The fire Base commander span round on his heel and stormed back to the command tent...

OOC: Heres $5.00, is that payment eniough? :rolleyes:

IC:

The muscle slivers thick armor was enough to stop the shots for nearly ten seconds, since they were not nearly as accurate as those used against the plated sliver, unfortunately it was not enough to stop them indefinitely, cutting through the armor and chitin like paper, killing where it stood, although is continued to fire at the enemy for a full ten seconds more after it died.

The commander and the plated sliver were the only ones left, and the commander was pulling back so it could use its abilities to best adavntage, it wiould lt the prey believe they were the hunters for a time.

Your talking privileges have been revoked, permanently.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Can you hear that?... that pathetic whining sound?... Thats another Noob Spammer posting on our threads...

Wrong.


When you can say something intelligent you can taqlk again, until then you are ignored.

Can you hear that?... that pathetic whining sound?... Thats another Noob Spammer posting on our threads...

I know, don't you just hate it, especially from such an old nation?

I know, don't you just hate it, especially from such an old nation?

It does my Frickin' head in... but I suppose thats why they do it.. fucking idiots

It does my Frickin' head in... but I suppose thats why they do it.. fucking idiots

Oh well, lets get back to killing each other.

ooc: a monomolecular vibroblade would slow down on impact but never stop cutting until the blade is removed. in other words, he's wearing some tough shit. its ability to change density means that it can reform, but this takes time and certain conditions.


ic:

Sarron swung at the Plated Sliver, twisting his wrist away at the last second and chopping into his own leg. He sawed away at the entangling tail with the back of his knife, his armour taking no damage from such a primitive blade. He pivoted his left foot to restore his footing, and kept on hacking at the Sliver.

ooc: a monomolecular vibroblade would slow down on impact but never stop cutting until the blade is removed. in other words, he's wearing some tough shit. its ability to change density means that it can reform, but this takes time and certain conditions.


ic:

Sarron swung at the Plated Sliver, twisting his wrist away at the last second and chopping into his own leg. He sawed away at the entangling tail with the back of his knife, his armour taking no damage from such a primitive blade. He pivoted his left foot to restore his footing, and kept on hacking at the Sliver.

OOC: I understand.

IC:

The blade had just scratched his armor, but it was enough to pry the one tail off, although the other tail still had a good grip, and now tried to pull him down by pressing in on the back of his knee, while the slivers weakened arm swung with all of its remaining power at his opponents throat, armor was usually thinner there because it was such a small target and the head was easier to hit compared to the neck, so he swung at what he assumed was a weakpoint while Sarron cut at his flesh, damaging his chest and chitin, but missing any vitals or muscles.(he cut the equivalent of sliver fat, it holds the chemicals that react with the acisdic slivers ability, so your blade is now covered in an acidic solution, it's also eating away at the sliver, but he has a resistance that your blade lacks, meaning he'll outlast it.)

Every time he brought the blade up to strike again, a little more dissapeared to the acidic content of the mysterious creature. The tail whipped up to bring him down, but fortunately the protective collar of his armour saved him. The tail simply glossed over its low-grip surface, scratching Sarron across the face. He staggered back, clutching his left eye in pain as blood poured down his face. His eyelid was gone, along with most of the actual eye. To a human this would have normally been a combat-hampering injury, but a single Daesus eye was capable of effectively judging distance on its own.

Sarron remained calm, immediately launching a counter-attack against the Sliver. With all his strength (and a total weight of over 500 lbs) he dived onto the Sliver, elbow raised in hope of delivering a crushing blow.

Every time he brought the blade up to strike again, a little more dissapeared to the acidic content of the mysterious creature. The tail whipped up to bring him down, but fortunately the protective collar of his armour saved him. The tail simply glossed over its low-grip surface, scratching Sarron across the face. He staggered back, clutching his left eye in pain as blood poured down his face. His eyelid was gone, along with most of the actual eye. To a human this would have normally been a combat-hampering injury, but a single Daesus eye was capable of effectively judging distance on its own.

Sarron remained calm, immediately launching a counter-attack against the Sliver. With all his strength (and a total weight of over 500 lbs) he dived onto the Sliver, elbow raised in hope of delivering a crushing blow.


The plated sliver was slowing, the acid was taking its toll on the creature, but it was also taking a toll on his opponent, as the opponent had a puny human knife, and it was melting away, while the vibroblade was still cutting into the humans armor as his tails lashed at the humans torso to ward off the attack that was coming, trying to push the much heavier human to the side.

Sarron fell like a ton of bricks, with surprising precision. He heard a satisfying crunch as he landed, the splash of acid taking paint off his armour but doing little else. He felt the preassure that was pushing the deadly blade into him relax, and he pulled it out with a shout. He knew it had got through his armour, the edge of it was stained in blood. The gash started at his right shoulder and ended at his chest. Any further and it would have cut his arm off at the least.

The fire from the CP's continued... they began to chase after the fleeing creature... but not in a run.. in a systematic walk.. each step slow and purposefull... each step was followed by a twist of the torso to the left and a burst of fire released at a possible hostile target... the Assault cannon whirred round... letting a constant stream of bullets carve up the ground before them... scrub and bush being mowed down by the lead rounds...

"THX 3342.. we are persuing enemy... will advise"

"This is Command Relay... Understood THX 3342"

Sarron fell like a ton of bricks, with surprising precision. He heard a satisfying crunch as he landed, the splash of acid taking paint off his armour but doing little else. He felt the preassure that was pushing the deadly blade into him relax, and he pulled it out with a shout. He knew it had got through his armour, the edge of it was stained in blood. The gash started at his right shoulder and ended at his chest. Any further and it would have cut his arm off at the least.

The sliver tried to keep fighting, but it was done, it had lost when its arm shattered and the shards penetrated its chest cavity, puncturing its heart equivalent, but it was still trying to fight, even as it died.

Sarron stood wearily, surprised at how much damage he had sustained. He had bare-handedly ripped the head off a Wendigo before, which were three times the size and twice as angry, although unarmed and fairly stupid.

He beat down on the dying Sliver, caving in the head and throat before slinging the carcass over his shoulder. The Kraven Corporation could learn much from this. He headed to some nearby bushes, where he and his team had hidden their weapons and backpacks before infiltrating the base.

Picking up his assault rifle, he began to walk back to base. Sarron hoisted the unconcious Pilot he had abandoned over his other shoulder and eventually arrived at the Firebase.

He was minus an eye, a knife and a handgun but he had gained a corpse to test the effectiveness of weapons against Sliver-kind.

Sarron stood wearily, surprised at how much damage he had sustained. He had bare-handedly ripped the head off a Wendigo before, which were three times the size and twice as angry, although unarmed and fairly stupid.

He beat down on the dying Sliver, caving in the head and throat before slinging the carcass over his shoulder. The Kraven Corporation could learn much from this. He headed to some nearby bushes, where he and his team had hidden their weapons and backpacks before infiltrating the base.

Picking up his assault rifle, he began to walk back to base. Sarron hoisted the unconcious Pilot he had abandoned over his other shoulder and eventually arrived at the Firebase.

He was minus an eye, a knife and a handgun but he had gained a corpse to test the effectiveness of weapons against Sliver-kind.


OOC: Is he carrying the sliver too, cause it's still aciding all over the place, in fact it's aciding even more now that you beat on ity like that, and your armopr is well and truly coated in a highly acidic compound.

ooc: didnt think of that lol, lets just say he stuffed its bled dry by now or he stuffed it in his backpack or something.

ooc: didnt think of that lol, lets just say he stuffed its bled dry by now or he stuffed it in his backpack or something.

OOC: ok, it'll just melt his backpack eventually, but not till it gets back to the firebase.

The fire from the CP's continued... they began to chase after the fleeing creature... but not in a run.. in a systematic walk.. each step slow and purposefull... each step was followed by a twist of the torso to the left and a burst of fire released at a possible hostile target... the Assault cannon whirred round... letting a constant stream of bullets carve up the ground before them... scrub and bush being mowed down by the lead rounds...

"THX 3342.. we are persuing enemy... will advise"

"This is Command Relay... Understood THX 3342"


The hunter sliver was completely safe from their attacks, being to the right of them, while it was also higher up, in a massive tree, than they were targeting, so he watched and waited, the four were followibng him just as he intended and he would pick them off one at a time with his blades or his bolter, he did't care which it was, so long as they died.

The Officer walked out of the Command tent... fuming.. he was giving a bollocking to a captain...

"Why the fuck wasn't this handled properly... why were only Two Teams sent out?"

"Im... I.."

"Your a Fucking Disgrace Captain... Sort your fucking self out... I don't EVER want to see you Fuck up like this Again!.... Do you fucking understand me?"

"Y... Y.. yes Sir..."

"Good... Now get out of my Fucking Face..."

"Command Relay!" the Commander Bellowed...

a young officer ran out of the bunker

"Yes Commander?"

"Radio Corporation Command... Signal we need more Cp's.. More Flame Throwers... and Order an Imperial Guard Artillery Detachment.... I want The systematic Destruction of All life On BloodMoonGoblin Nation..."

"As you wish Commander..." the Officer looked quite shocked at the temper the officer was currently in...

OOC: Don't make me call out Bun-Bun, I'll do it, just see if I don't.

(Where the hell is BMG, he started this thread, so where did he run off too?)

(Where the hell is BMG, he started this thread, so where did he run off too?)

He does this sometimes, he'll be back in about a day or two, and we can kill each other until then.

A large transport VTOL landed in the fire base... and a special branch officer stepped off... from all around the base guardsmen and engineers were giving him dirty looks and carefully glances...

the Secret Police officer stepped up to the command tent... the officer inside shocked that special branch would be called out here.. so far away from Kravonika..

"Wh... Whats going on? Whats the meaning of this?"

"Nothing Commander.. Sit down... we are here mearly to accept the delivery of the Alien specimen and the "Mercenary" you so kindly did business with"

"Oh... Oh... good... heh.. I thought you'd come about me..."

"No... that will come in Due time.. Father is Most unimpressed at the way you have handled this situation.... but for now.. you are to Continue with your operations.."

"Ok... As you wish ReichMarshall"

"That Will be all" the Secret police officer stood up and left the tent... then marched over to where Sarron was stood.... he was conversing with several guardsmen who were interested in his Armour and weapons...

at the sight of the ReichMarshall... they quickly scattered with words of warning to Sarron...

"You are to Come with me back Kravonika... and to bring the Specimen for further study... there is nothing more for you to do here... understand?"

the reichmarshall was a lot smaller than Sarron but his tone of voice and physical appearance was very dominering... one reason why these were feared through out the Kraven Military... they were the Black Ops... of the Black Ops...

The overlord knew where the scouts had been lost, but he couldn't deploy troops to deal with it right away, he had other business to handle at the moment.(Like wondering where BMG is, he's usually not gone this long.)