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OOC: Continuation of this thread http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417112&page=1

IC: The High Summoner inspected his much larger fleet who had slowly arrived from other space. He was not happy that the first encounter, battle if you will had gone awry with the five summoners now dead and the Heartless discovered, they would have to make a much larger impact.

The High Summoner looked at his fleet from his flagship the Vengeance Class Battleship Dark Eminence and decided it was now time to begin the campaign against all that was pink and fluffy A.K.A. good. He walked to his command chair, his dark purple robe gliding across the ground, and his wild black hair was covered along with his face by the hood.

He sat and the fleet seemed to come alive, he quickly gave the order for the move into dark space (hyperspace) and the massive fleet jumped into dark space.

Several Days Later
They came out at an unknown location, but there were plenty of planets around however no map information was provided on where they were, "Prepare for battle." The High Summoner ordered to his twenty controllers in the bridge. The message was transported throughout the fleet, and gravity cannons powered up.

"Prepare the boarding parties, and let them feel the power of darkness." And suddenly dozens of tiny little black creatures appeared throughout the command room.

Back at the Unknown Arrival Point
The Prophet started out the view port of The Core of the Heartless the flagship of the entire fleet. Let them feel it, let them feel the darkness surround them

OOC: Force users, psychics and everyone else like that can sense what the Prophet is beginning to do.

(OOC: tag)

Eric Lancer was a legend through out the PSN forces. He had survived well over five wars, was pivital during the Red Dragon campaign and was known to have unnatural abilities.
He should have sensed them before, but then again being stored in cryo-sleep for almost six years in a long forgotten station that has since been taken over by a co-op of traders and only being discovered three days before can realy impeed on your information.

Last time I let myself get set on the long-term storage list, he thought to himself as he sat in his room that was being provided by the group who discovered the abandoned cryo-wing. He felt stiff all over and never wanted to lie down again, it realy didn't matter at that point however.
He finaly closed his eyes when he felt it, the cold heartless feeling. His hands almost instantly grasped at his head as he forced the bone chilling horid feeling out of his skull.
He finaly opened his eyes two minutes later, gasping for breath and trying to figure out what he had just felt.

OCC:I'll post more as it developes

The Cute, Pink and Fluffy, aka Good, was inadvertently flying through space directly in front of The Core of the Heartless. The cute pink ball squeaked adorably as it moved, and goodness eminated from it like stink from a turd.

The captain, Mr I Love Small Cute Animals, sighed happily. He loved his life, and he loved everyone. He decided to broadcast it to the universe at large.

"Hello, all aliens. I love you all! Join me for tea, and discuss how I love everything Cute, Pink and Fluffy!

Krandemn, Deep Space Exploration Vessel

the captain, Krughan, rushed onto the bridge, "what is it?" He quickly asked one of the ensigns, "its a fleet, approximatly 2 lightyears away." The Captain grimaced, he hated meeting new species, "ok launch 2 DSRBOTS, keep 2 lightyears away, make sure we aren't seen!" The Captain barked out orders, the crew began to move quickly to execute his orders

A Short While Later

2 small spheres shot out and flew away towards a designated target, they relayed information back to the Krandemn and tried to remain hidden, they soon reached the fleet and began to scan the vessels, looking for life-signs, weapons, technology, they soomed through the fleets ships trying to gain data.

(OOC:
DSRBOTS (Deep Space Recon Bot)
Speed: 1 Lightyear per 30 minutes (godmod?)
Equipment:
Bioscanning Radar (looks for life)
Energyscanning Radar (looks for power and where it goes)
Stealth Device (makes it slightly harder to spot)
Light Cutting Laser (barely does damage, meant to cut rocks)
)

OOC: I'll post a link to my tech thread as soon as I finish my post

IC: The High Summoner looked at the controller who had just reported that two ships were scanning the fleet, small recon ships but never the less ships. With sudden quickness black lightning shot from the High Summoner's hands and sent the controller flying into the wall, dead.

"Destroy the ships."

The gravity cannons powered up, as the electric disablers fired across the blackness of space, and followed shortly by Gravity Cannons. After the Electric disablers or if they hit they would either severely damage the shields or disable them, and the gravity cannons would smash into the ship, denting the armor and hopefully hitting places of importance which would then lead to explosions.

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http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417136&highlight=neo-heartless
Tech thread

"sir the DSRBOTS are no longer transmitting, they're dead sir!" The ensign said this with dismay, the captain flinched when he heard the news, "Ensign keep us within radar distance of the enemy, but try not to get us seen!" He pointed to an ensign who sat behind a console at the front of the bridge "You! Send a message to the homeworld, tell them our current situation!" He pointed to another ensign this one was working at an open panel but dropped what he was doing to go behind the Comms console, "Bring weapons and sheilds online, if we need them we'll be ready to use them!" The ship drifted behind the dark side of a moon, still observing the enemy fleet.

"Find the source of those ships." The High Summoner barked and the detection systems onboard the ships began to scan for any ships in the sector, "High Summoner, we are getting a small reading from the far side of the moon your orders?"

A small smile appeared on the High Summoner's face, "Send a small detachment to deal with them."

"What and how many ships High Summoner?" A controller asked, the High Summoner looked at the controller his face twisted in annoyance, "Send as many ships as you see fit Controller he said hissing the words like venom, "Just bring me prisoners."

"Y-y-yes High Summoner."

The orders were distributed throughout the fleet and three(3) Darkness Carriers, The Rising, Swarmer, and The Revenge along with a Vengeance Destroyer, Tides of War were dispatched to the far side of the moon to investigate.

"sir, three ships have broken off from the enemy fleet, they are heading in this direction!" Now the captain was worried, this ship was not strong enough to fight off an attack "whats the status of the FTL's?" He asked frantically "offline sir, it would take an hour to get them operational, and we would need to divert power from sheilds!" The captain sighed, this was it, the end "are comms up yet?" he asked the ensign "comms are up sir!" The ensign responded proudly "then send a distress call, to any and all ships in the vicinity, how are weapons and sheilds looking?" Ensigns began rushing around the bridge one stopped and gave a response "Weapons are online, sheilds are still 50% operational!" The captain gave a long sigh "take us in, full speed towards the enemy fleet, tactical, be ready to give them hell!" The ship began to move in to meet the enemy fleet.

The equivalent to an Admiral, the Taskforce Controller onboard The Tides of War watched as the ship appeared and made its way towards them, "The High Summoners wants prisoners disable the ship where it stands and have boarding parties launch and take control of the ship."

"As you command Taskforce Controller." They all said quickly going to their orders. The Carriers began launch operations for fighters, and the weapons were being charged, the newly found enemy would be disabled in space, and no one would come to their rescue, "What is status on our Gravitational Portals?"

"67% are up, average for the fleet is 79% weapons are at 63%."

"Understood fire electric disablers only when ready, order the Fighters to only attack fighters, and disable weapon systems."

"As you command."

The carriers seemed to thunder, as dozens of Wraith fighters poured from the hangar bays and went on an intercept course with the enemy ship, the fleet following close behind.

~Hidden from sensors due to the jamming field within the rings of a Class J http://www.memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Planetary_classification planet, floated the 'Starlight' http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/azureink/ships/Starbridgemod.jpg . Its mission was to chart territory for the Dominion, and now it was watching a battle raging in system, collecting information silently.~

((Civ. info.: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8381392#post8381392 ))

"sir fighters coming in fast!" One of the ensigns cried out "launch RABOTS!" The captain ordered, 2 small spheres much like the original BOTS launched they began to spin around the Recon ship, "what sheild's status?" The captain asked "52%" a reply came, "ensign, whenever you can, try to get a lock on the lead vessel!" The captain pointed at an ensign "all hands on deck, we are about to engage in combat!" Crew members all over the ship held onto railings or onto consoles, they were ready.

"Sir they seem to have launched more recon ships." The radar controller said.
The Taskforce Controller looked at the battle screen, the ship had yet to open fire these 'recon' spheres could be traps, "Open fire with Gravity Cannons, and see if these versions have any types of shields."

"As you command." The ships shuddered as dozens of Gravity cannons aimed at the two spheres and opened fire, "Gravity Cannons fired, preparing to fire Electric Disablers at the main ship."

"Good, good." The Taskforce Controller smiled; he had given up much to gain his current position. True summoners had all the glory but he had the glory of his crew. He promised himself the day he became a Taskforce Commander he would become an famous Controller, his name was Tyril.


Meanwhile fighters began to swarm the enemy ship attacking any weapon systems they had, at the same time letting lose their Electric Web Launchers (Smaller versions of the Electric Disablers) on the enemy ship.


OOC:Figured I should get a couple of new plot characters, so added a controller to become a infamous admiral :D

the ship was rocking about throwing men from side to side, the captain asked what was going on, he got no response everyone was being thrown around too much, he heard someone shout "Engines are down, Weapons are semi functional, Sheilds are down, captain we need to evacuate!" It was at this point that one of the RABOTS lost control and span into the side of the ship, it penetrated the hull, 46 men were sucked out into space before the breach was sealed, the captain, ordered the ship to self destruct whilst it still could, everyone was to evacuate and meet down on the nearby moon, the ship was slowly emptied as the countdown ticked down to zero, escape pods shot out towards the moon, and the ship exploded in a bright flash.

Tyril turned to the weapon's controller, "You let them escape? All of you did!" He smacked the nearest controller to the floor and turned to the communication controller, "Get the High Summoner and tell him I need permission to send down Summoners!"

"Yes Taskforce Controller."

Tyril feared for his life now that they had temporarily escaped his grasp, they however would not escape his summoners and he would make them all suffer.

"Sir, clearance is granted."

That's it, no scolding? Tyril thought, he didn't give it a second thought though he needed to focus at the task at hand, "Dispatch four transports, give them fighter escort I want that entire moon searched!" He barked.

Within a half hour transports were on their way down to the surface of the moon, fighter's had been searching the moon and had discovered several pods but so far no inhabitants. The moon appeared to have oxygen levels, and was covered in forests, but it soon wouldn't be... once the heartless were done with it.

the pods had landed in several destinations but a meeting point had already been established, several groups had now convened in a small clearing, they were setting up barricades to try and fight off any landing parties, the energy rifles were weak but effective half of the crew had them the other half were building a temporary communications beacon out of an escape pod, they were miserable and tired, but they would fight to the bitter end and so they waited for any possible attack.

Three fighters were scouting the moon for the survivors when they came across life signs close by, Move in, weapons charged. The flight leader ordered within seconds they came over the newly set-up camp, Transmit coordinates and begin attack runs." They slowly turned around, [I]Open fire with Gravity Missiles and missiles soared out of their launch pads and came directly for the camp, if they hit they would cause massive damage denting the ground and destroying the metal barricades.

Three fighters were scouting the moon for the survivors when they came across life signs close by, Move in, weapons charged. The flight leader ordered within seconds they came over the newly set-up camp, Transmit coordinates and begin attack runs." They slowly turned around, [I]Open fire with Gravity Missiles and missiles soared out of their launch pads and came directly for the camp, if they hit they would cause massive damage denting the ground and destroying the metal barricades.

~As the missiles soared towards their intended target, a barrage of laser fire fell upon them. Explosions rocked the air in between the two warring factions as a corvette sized vessel (about 20m length) swept through the inferno.
On board the 'Starlight' the crew braced as the captain ordered full power to all offensive systems, the engine trail flared brightly as a deluge of its own warheads followed its lasers as it screamed into the fighter formation.~

The troops on the ground praised the Corvette that flew overhead, many were celebrating whilst the last touches were being made to the Transmittor, they began to beam a message in the hope that the Kaduna goverment would hear them

this is Deep Space Recon Vessel Krandemn, we have been shot down on a moon, we are under fire and request imediate evac, we are sending our last recorded co-ordinates, if this message is reached by any other vessel please pass it on to the Kadun Goverment.

Incoming Fire, activate GPs
The three fighters activated their 'shields' and soon small 'black holes' appeared and began to take in the missiles and lasers. Taking off most of the weapons that were fired at the fighters, since they were in close formation it was easier to absorb the weapons. However the GP as their called (Gravitational Portals) soon overloaded and the weapons broke through and the fighters exploded as their armor was pierced and bright explosions filled the air.



Back on the Tides of War
Tyril saw the crew flinch as three fighters winked out of existence, "What happened?!" He yelled, his anger rising. The only brave controller answered, "We lost three fighters an unknown corvette managed to sneak in and take them out."

Tyrill slammed his hand onto his chair denting the metal chair, "I want transports down there now, Summoners are to kill off every single one-"

He was interrupted as a transmission came through, high priority, "Taskforce Controller, report." And Tyrill's body became cold, the High Summoner was getting impatient, "High Summoner, we are converging on the enemy now."

"Have them within the hour or I will have your head" and the transmission ended.

"I want there heads before me, and I want them now!"

~The 'Starlight' faded as its cloak came back online. It turned and fled to the other side of the small planetoid. Interposing the rock between it and potential enemies, hiding in this jamming field.~

(still going?)

By pure chance the message was picked up by a Kaduna vessel, to be specific a DSRBOT which merely placed the transmission within it's memory banks and continued to explore for 2 more days before returning to it's home vessel in order to recieve maintenance, it was there that the message was discovered by engineers who, realising it's importance, sent it back to another Deep Space Exploration Vessel due to return to Kaduna, the message was handed over from one man to the next until it reached it's final destination, the Grand Parlimentary Halls, and here the topic was discussed, for what seemed like an eternity, until it was decided that a rescue mission consisting of 2 Deep Space Exploration Vessels and 1 Science Vessel would go to the planet and retrieve the lost crew members.

(OOC: there not gonna be there for a while)