NationStates Jolt Archive

0300 hours Terran standard time 7th fleet hq new pearl harbor.

The 150 Ship fleet, along with 250 SB-52’s, 1500 fighters, 250 SF-35’s ,2500 SG-130’s and 100 SF-22’s, along with transport ships carrying over 950,000 troops Plus equipment including 5000 tanks, 1500 hover tanks,250 Powered assault amour units. The massive fleet assembled and stood in wait, there glorious hulls and saucer sections gleaming in the vacuum of dark space there nacelles and deflectors a beacon In the night . on the lead ship the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-e ,

Captain bastidas sat in his chair sighing as he read reports and the orders from a padd on his desk sitting back on his leather like chair he looked over to helm, then other officers as he rubbed his head saying “con, tell the fleet were ready to move out, helm set a course for our border with Veskaland, at the edge of those 2 sectors were going to keep them out of our territory if we have to do it buy the gun, were not supposed to cross in to there territory just be a lingering threat.”

The helms men nodded the con offer began quickly sending the message to the rest of the fleet as all the ships rumbled in to the night.

The con officer looked back over to the captain sighing saying “were ready sir “

The Capitan nodded saying” take us out!”


The entire fleet and fighters used coiaxal warp drives to whoosh out at amazing speeds almost instantly coming out at the other end the Sean inside the ships was some what odd time slowed as the space around them folded people dragged along as time lagged until it was over taking but only a trillionth of a nano second. The fleet coixled back out in to normal space floating and rumbling waiting for there foes to respond to the massive show of force even 2 heavily armed star carriers were present

OCC: This looks interesting, it'll be challenging. Any particular reason you are attacking me?

OCC: This looks interesting, it'll be challenging. Any particular reason you are attacking me?
OOC: Actually I’m not attacking you I’m just trying to make a point icly hey get the hell out of our space lol, and Skinny87 thank you, I use word for my post but no one really notices for some reason. ))

OCC: TFU could u Pm me your MSN address, damn Jolt won’t let me see it.

0300 hours Terran Time
Stardate: 83148.3
Zaon Time: 290605.0300
Location: Zaon Communication Sensor-grid Command Outpost.
Executive Commander James Simms on duty.

“Repeat, armed armada building up on the USFU-Veskaland Border, No its in the Milky Way. Yes sir I do realise that the main fleet is in the Wrendas. Yes I know that we only have three sectors in the Milky way. If they do manage to penetrate… Yes sir. Yes sir. No sir no hostile movements yet. Well with all due respect sir you try looking down the nose of their flagship and not sweat a little. Yes sir I know its only a simple Sovereign class. Yes but sir the Sumatra attack fleet is on the other side of the wormhole. Yes sir I know they are fighting the Vagar, again.” Executive Commander Simms was speaking to Admiral Turrawan, Chief of Strategic command.
Even though Veskaland and Zaon were both based, and pretty much controlled, the in the Wrendas galaxy, some three hundred million light-years away, they still maintained a strong spatial presence in the Milky Way and acted seriously if and when it was attacked.
Admiral Turrawan was sitting in his office on board station Titanus, Executive Commander Simms of ZCS XX1 was delivering an emergency report.
“Sir a Sovereign can’t do much to our vessels, but the fleet behind it could do quite a lot of damage.” Simms said, clearly worried. The Zaon fleet wouldn’t arrive till tomorrow and Simms doubted they could hang on that long, not against a fleet of that size with reinforcements able to be there quickly.
“Well Simms, you know those ships that we told you never to touch?” The Admiral asked
“Erm… you mean the shape ones?” Simms queried
“Yea,” the admiral replied, “use them.”

Thirty seconds later Executive Commander Simms had assembled the Captains of the fleet. Sixty-six men and women about to command ships that looked like they came from a freaky child’s playset instead of a brand new ship yard. They were named after the shapes they took. Except one.
There were Spheres. Cubes. Diamonds. And the last one, the one Exec Cmdr Simms would command. The Dominator.
One hundred and seventy-five ships, most of them old some of them being sent out for the first time. All of them were going to defend against the attack.

Rob sighed as he sat in the enterprises chair, looking over to helms men who were tensely looking at his navigational screen, the con was monitoring channels. The tactical officer was tuneing the plank disruption of the phaser arrays to maxim.

Rob said in a tired voice his mouth moving barely, “tactical, I want you to arm our transpahics and EQT, I also want our advanced photons up, when there fleet comes in I want you to target that lifeless moon and fire our Phasers, show them how powerful we really are, also put in a few heavy gravimetric torpedoes ”

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