NationStates Jolt Archive

Since Long before the Dawn of the 20th century, we have been watching them, The Beings of Earth. Wasting their precious Resources, Exterminating each other and the lower life forms the call animals. We have watched them build great machines of War, and build Bombs that shake the very Pillars of Heaven.

We want it, for ours has long since disappeared, and now barely survive on what we can scientificly recreate. They have proven themselves incapable of handling their resources. Now, we will take it from them, and use it ourselves. Thus do we, the citizens of the rest of the universe, do declare War on the Earth.

Are we really alone in the universe. Ever since The advent of Radio technology, we have been recieving Static from the rest of Creation. However there are times when we catch something that might be a signal, but often times, turns out to be more static. Perhaps someday, when our technology improves, we will once and for all find out the truth, and if we do have neighbors, let us pray, that they are friendly.

June 16th, 2005.

"We come to you to day, with an intrestring tidbit from our sciense man, Marshall Hancock, Marshal?" said famed reporter Marsha Yu.

"Thanks Marsa, It seems lately, that several explosiens have been seen on the surface of mars." noted scientist Marshal Hancock starts.

He goes into a long drawn out scientific ramble about each theory behind it, and the implications.

"Thank you, Marshall. An attack from Mars, like that would ever happen."

*July 4th, 2005.*

several meteors can be seen crashing into The planet. Several curious citizens go to investigate, but those that do, never return...

OOC: Alright, that's enough contorlling MT for me, Everyone (FT) VS. Everyone.(MT)
This is the first and last OOC: post in this thread, all the rest return to the original thread.
All other FT come in at your leisure.

a DSRBOT (deep space recon bot) zoomed close to a moon, a small light began to flash, it was recieving radio transmissions from the temperate planet down beneath the moon, they told of green flares from a far off planet called mars hitting the planet they called Earth, these messages were sent back to the homeship, now in most cases a transmission would be sent from the DSRBOT to the homeship and then onto the homeworld where it would be decided for many months about how to proceed, in this case it was not necessary the homeship happened to be the Kendwina, flagship of the Kaduna, it's crew of 10,000 Warriors were now frantically getting ready, this lush planet would make an excellent addition to the Grand Duchy of Kaduna, Assault boats began to take off and land in a unified attack on a peninsula off a large landmass ((Korea))

The planet had been marked for extraction a long time ago, ever since the Survey probe had passed through this sector some 35 years ago. Though it wasn't the best resource available, it was quite apparent that the evolving populace would make the job that much more difficult the longer they waited. Two years ago The Corporation deemed that the profit margin would be lost if they didn't act soon, and sent 3 scouts to set up a communication link and start the installation process.

Feraccai, in space gear looked over at the blue planet, and counted the last few days before getting sent back home. The last Invader was installed and he closed the cover to the observation satellite, and sealed the connection. "Ready to head back.".

"About time." was voiced into his helmet. "The gate is arriving 4 sects above the south pole in 12, and the insertion group is ready to come in in 18. Get yourself back to the moon and ready yourself to leave for Dhulus."

"Yeah, yeah. When's the pay transferred? I want to go on vacation soon. Been thinking about Arosen."

Voiced back to him, "Well IF they land without any complaints or ICBM's launched at them, then 12 days. 'Was awfully nice of them to place their equipment out here in space where we could access it without interference."

"No, some were trapped. Those Americans are paranoid aren't they? Turn on the gravity beam." lets himself float free from the satellite and then starts up a backpack that pulls him away from the last mark and heads towards the moon. "Point 3, and I'll be there. I want that telescope over in section A. That thing is great."

"Fine.. fine... we'll grab it on the way out. But you owe us each 1500 Ein..." the voice speaking in his helmet pauses for a second "There was some sort of disturbance on Mars. May be nothing, either way don't delay and get back here. I'll check on it and have a report for you to read when you get here."

The Invader is a computer system that is attached to the satellites to delete their presence on any scans by altering the raw data and retransmitting "corrected" data as if nothing is wrong. They also can destroy, shutdown, and basically control the satellites as the Dhulus forces see fit.

(Just to list my limits up front for everyone) The Insertion team are mercenaries that run 2 carriers of 1000 2 man unit ships that are specialized in atmosphere entry and departure. Followed up later by the engineering team (1 transport ship with 5000 drones and 200 engineers), builder team (4 large transport ships of materials and equipment), and the defensive forces of Dhulus (1 carrier of space fighters with 400 ships, 4 transports of 10,000 men each, 2 carriers of 1500 atmosphere specialist ships each, similar to the Merc ships, but half a size bigger and obviously a new model) to secure their new resources.

Dusk over the Nile delta, a beautiful sight this time of year. Far from the nearest city a young boy sat outside his remote house, watching the skies with a telescope. He loved the stars, and tonight was the perfict night to see them.
He gazed at the moon, at the far off galexies, and then began to enjoy the sights of the planets. He began to adjust his telescope to where he knew Mars would be, the little red dot had always fascinated him the most. As he lowrred his eye to the eye piece, a flash occured over his head. A flaming object flew directly over his house, careening westwards into the grasslands, crashing not too far away. Without thinking the young boy grabbed his bike and started peddaling in the direction of the crash. It couldn't be more then an hour away, he had to see the metorite that had crashed before anyone else. He wanted to be able to show his freinds what he had found.
With the sun slowly setting on the plains the boy rode on.

What the boy found was a Long collumn like Meteor, it was big, and it was Hot. He would surly get burned if he touched. Odd sounds came from inside the Meteor. Machinery?

A sole 'Instigator' Class Cruiser on a recon mission was surveying Saturn's ring for valuable mineral resources, when the DS3 sensor detected a minor disturbance in the closer vicinity of the fourth and third planets of this backwater system.

These findings where quickly relayed back to a larger more authorative Battleship - 'The Legionnaire' Subjigator class Battleship.
Authorisation was given instantly by the Recon Fleet Officer to go and investigate...

A few days on conventional drives and the Instigator arrived in High Orbit over Mars, using its advanced sensors it deducted that whatever caused this disturbance had left and gone elsewhere; Zero mineral resources, unbreathable atmosphere all contributed to the theory that whatever caused this disturbance had indeed gone elsewhere.

The third planet, named 'Earth' by its inhabitants was another matter, it wasnt often that PoL had come across a planet that hadn't required terraforming in some fashion.
Its inhabitants where primitive and wasteful of what they possessed, it was later decided by decree of the current 'Royal' family PoL should take the resources they needed from both the mineral belts of 'Saturn' and Earth's natural resources.

Orders where given, Battleships where mobilized with Aerial Battleships loaded internally to the larger ships, these Aerial Battleships would act as the surface deployment craft for this up comming invasion.

Meanwhile all this was happening a little debate was occuring within the 'Royal' Family....

"Sister! You cannot be serious!" yelled a younger voice, it was filled with uneasiness.

"Oh but I am Rin; as since I am the eldest I must look after matters of the state thus leaving you to do what I deem you must do." a calm more mature voice answered

"Sister... you know I hate having to lead people, its so hard." Rin whined

"What in life isn't Rin? You must learn leadership skills if you wish to succeed me." The older sister shot back

"I give in Sister... I will lead the forces - only because YOU insisted." Rin emphasised 'YOU' with a annoyed tone.

"Yes, yes Rin... just bring back some results, unlike certain bureaucrats we have here." the older sister dismissed her younger now annoyed sibling

Rin left her older sister, however some facts still remained...

"Lady Karin?" a meek voice called, it was a maid.

"Yes - what is it?" Karin answered back cooly

"Several associatives of the government are here for you to review the latest bill prospect..." the maid answered nervously

"I see. Send them in here would you?" Karin neutrally spoke

The door shut with a light click, leaving Karin with her own thoughts.

-* sometime later, aboard the Nirvana class Dreadnaught / Shipyard / Military HQ 'The Eternal' *-

During the initial briefing of this invasion operation, it was decided that invading a remote land mass would be best since it would allow for sometime to build up forces and fortifications.

"Then it is agreed?" Rin asked impatiently with the rest of the military staff on this operation

"We cannot find fault with your logic, Princess Rin" they answered her back

She smiled.

"Lets commence this operation shall we?" Rin in a deceptively sweet voice ordered.

Rin then boarded the flagship of the invasion fleet - The Subjigator Class Battleship 'Impulse' and like a few hundred specks of light, the fleet simultaneously engaged their subspace inertial drives...

And thus the fleet was now enroute to Earth.

From the way the ship sped along it looked to be some sort of dagger blade. They were on Mars. They were in the non-air. They were all about. Bumping and swaying from galaxy to galaxy trying to find a home of some sort. They were poised above this thing called Earth. They'd been abducting folk from it for generations. Ever since the Earl Dark Ears the Bloodied was rejected from the Empire with his court. They'd learned a few things.

Earth would suit them well. Now they hovered for a moment. It would be foolhardy to rush down upon a nation. It would be stupid to kill many of those down there on this planet. It would be assanine to not expect retaliation in some form of nuclear arms. It'd be fun though. To pluck this excuse of a civilization from the universe and destroy it. They were weak. They were self-centered. They were a rather easy target.

The Flagship Black Ear's Revenge drifted off the curve of the planet for a moment or more before backing away. They'd do this properly. They did speak English afterall. A broadcast was sent. Communications jammed, TVs flickered, and a general sense of WTFness drifted about England. Then the music started. Cher's "Life After Love" began to play endlessly for hours over every station and any radio channel. The Rhinos expected them to surrender and to become a certified hunting ground within 72 hours........

Vengeance. That was the word on every crewman’s lips as the fleet boosted away from Solomon, away from Skeelzania. For centuries, the skeelzvolk had been neglected and abused, force to scratch out a living on the far edge of the galaxy. Earth nations mocked them, other powers ignored or invaded them, hoping for an easy conquest. But the Skeelzanians had fought back, strengthening themselves with the construction of ever greater war machines. And now, with the Gamma Quadrant crushed beneath their iron heel, the warriors of God were preparing to strike back at the insolent nations that had condemned them to the galaxy’s edge.

Far beyond Luna’s orbit, the fabric of space began to twist. Matter ripped and tore, and collapsed in on itself as the harbingers of God’s wrath tore themselves loose from hyperspace. With a blast brighter than that of a thousand suns, the super-dreadnought Prince of Solomon wrenched all six trillion tons of itself back into real space. Smaller bursts clustered around it, each revealing a new battleship, or cruiser, or transport as they also emerged from hyperspace. Light banks began to flash along the hulls and fins of the ships, signaling the flagship that all was ready. Activating its own semaphore banks, the Solomon flashed four times, three short and one long. Antimatter engines thundered to life as the fleet set course to Earth.

Standing on the Solomon’s elevated bridge, Admiral Van Cleef silently watched the blue-green orb grow larger in the vidscreen. His hands clenched, remembering the last time he was in this system. Defeated and humiliated, he had vowed that he would return with vengeance in his heart and fire in his hand. Now his chance was fast approaching.

His first officer, busy at one of the commboxes, hung up and approached him. “My lord, sensors are reporting unusually large energy signatures, given the technological state of the planet. They warn that others might be in the vicinity.” No need to ask what “others” meant.

Van Cleef absorbed the information, nodded. “It was anticipated that others would try for such a ripe prize. Raise shields and go to general quarters, we are coming into bombardment range in any case.”

A short while later the fleet changed course, preparing to enter geostationary orbit over the designated drop zone. Now well within the moon’s orbit, the Skeelzanians made no attempt to hide themselves from whatever pitiful sensors the Terrans utilized. Holding well above the upper atmosphere, the Skeelzanian fleet turned its great guns groundward, locking onto their individual targets.

Imperial Intelligence had done their best at determining the greatest threat to any landing operation, and had highlighted several targets. The principal threat, it was determined, was the so-called North American Hegemony, in which every North American government was assumed to be united. Although actual ground forces were deemed insignificant, its large nuclear arsenal and air fleet was considered dangerous enough to be eliminated. Van Cleef read over the list of targets a few minutes before the bombardment commenced. Most were military installations, but a few were urban centers. His own ship’s weapons, too powerful to be given individual targets, would simply wreak havoc on the eastern seaboard. His first officer got off the comm again, reporting that Gunnery was good to go. “Alright then,” said the Admiral. “Commence firing.”

The Prince of Solomon’s four massive lance cannons belched forth a column of fire and fury, striking through the atmosphere as they slammed into the surface. Although firing at only 50% strength, so as to not totally destroy the planet, each lance blast was equal to nearly 60 gigatons of TNT. The cities of Washington D.C. and New York were engulfed as the very earth shook with the impacts. A third lance struck the waters off the coast, boiling it away until it slammed into the sea floor, leaving a great steaming hole in the ocean. The heat from the blast was so strong that it remained for a good while, preventing the seas from rushing back to fill the gap. The fourth and final strike obliterated northern New Jersey, adding to the utter destruction along the coast.

Seconds after the Solomon’s volley, the rest of the fleet opened fire. Their guns were only a fraction as powerful, rarely exceeding 2 gigatons, but there were so many, often with three concentrating on a single target, that they were equally destructive. The great coastal cities of the United States and Mexico were shattered, while more strikes set the Great Plains afire. Niagra Falls and Ottowa vanished under the fury of Solomon’s secondary armament.

Twenty five seconds after it began, the bombardment ended, leaving North America a smoldering ruin. The Admiral gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Good. Prepare for drop operations.”

OOC: Hope that isn’t too godmoddy for you, but just because most of the major cities are wrecked it doesn’t mean your crippled. Skeelzanian ground tech isn’t all that advanced, and won’t land until after any north American players post. Also Mr. USA, don’t assume I killed the President. He could be at Camp David or on the campaign trail, or something.

OOC: Keep the thing bumped. This was on the last page.

OOC: You know, I'm not sure if its even linked from the OOC thread. I'll check.

"No sir, it's been over twenty four hours." SDhe said, talking to the local Territorial Gaurd officer about her son, who had been missing since the previous night. "Thank you sir, please find him." Were her last words, hanging up the telephone before she colapsed to the floor, crying. She feared the worst for her son, he had never run off like this before. Her heart was in pain as she sat there on the fllor, crying.

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12th Mechanized Infantry Company, Sumer Territorial Gaurd:
- Patroling West of the Nile River.

Lieutenant Arwia sat in the open commanders hatch of his MIV-14 IFV, binoculars to his eyes as he scanned the horizion. Just another routine check of the grasslands, he was always out here looking for poachers. Scattered around him were the other seventeen IFV's in his company, spread out and looking around. They were quite heavily armed for a Grassland Patrol, but the terrain here was known to be rough, and had to ocasional water crossing.
As he was looking off into the distance at a small wood, where a thin line of smoke was rising, his radio chimed in.
"Arwia, we have a report of a missing boy, we think he may be near where your unit is. Could to keep an eye out for him? We'e sending out a few choppers and some units to look around, but they'll be a while before they can get there." The man on his radion spoke to him.
"Sure" He spoke loudly, trying to speak over the noise of his vehicle, "I'll have the guys spread out and watch for the kid. I[m sure we'll find him."
"Thanks Arwia, radio back if you see him. Out." And the radio went dead.
Lieutenant Arwia lifted his binoculars back up, looking to the smoke. It looked like someone out camping, may even be that little boy. He motioned his arms, pointing to the nearby woods, and the to his wingman. The unit had listened to the radio, they knew what was going on. After he finished he put his binoculars back int their holder, and his vehicle and his wingman drove off to the woods, the rest of the unit scattering and searching the nearbye hills and a small lake. They would meet at the woods later on.

OOC: I'll assume the boy's on the crater.

IC: Eventually, part of the Meteor began to twist, to turn, and to raise. It fell of, and a mechanical eye, raised up out of the meteor.

It spunall the way around the meteor. It fixated on the boy. It began to glow red. Red Energy shot out of it, and lanced through the boy, causing him and the sorrounding area to burn. This wasn't a normal fire burn, this was a burn that went rather fast. Several nearvy rocks exploded. The only thing left of the boy, was a white spot on the groung behind him in the shape of his skeleton, that never burned.

They began to turn, watching for invaders, for intruders. It would kill any who dared intrude upon its crater.

Similar eyes sprang up at the crarsh sites at other places too, all over the world.

And still the sounds continued...

NEWS Report The United States
"We bring to you a emergency announcement, the aftermath of a devistating attack. Washington D.C. ,New York, northern New Jersey are no longer all that remains where these proud states once stood are smoldering craters miles across, The coastal cities of the United States and Mexico now lay in ruins, of the cities that survived the devistation their streets are cluttered with dead and wounded people, the roads are packed with cars trying to escape on the roads that survived the destruction , the Great Plains are now nothing but a raging fire, Niagra Falls and Ottowa are no longer. The cause of the sheer destruction is still unknown, although there are speculations and reports surging in that giant balls of fire rained from the sky destroying instantly upon impact. The United Stated deep space observatory has reported several large objects resemblingsome sort of space craft orbiting the earth. Fortunatly durring the attack the president was at Camp David and is now aboard airforce one and is heading to a undisclosed location. The president has ordered a full scale mobilization of the remaining military. We can now only hope for the best"

(5 hours later aboard Airforce One somewhere over Montana)

"sir the remaining military is now mobilizing, The fleets are now at sea, The nuclear submarines armed with nuclear missles are now at sea, several nuclear missles are ready for launch at your command, the airforce is almost mobilized and is awaiting your order Mr.President" announced a young military general
" thank you general,I am authorizing the launch two nuclear missles at the un identified objects in orbit" said the president
"sir yes sir" replied the general
" sir we are now preparing to land" reported the co-pilot over the intercom

Space and Time are irrelevant when travelling in subspace on inertial drives, a moment could be an eternity and a eternity a mere second.
Thankfully the passage of time was regulated by temporal shielding that allowed it progress within the normal passage of time.

Rin was bored, scratch that - very bored.
Sure she was in command of an entire fleet heading onto conquest but being in transit was sooooooo boring after the first few hours...

"Princess Rin?" An officier asked politely

"Yes?" came back her lazy reply

"We'll be arriving within a few moments Milady... it would be advisable to come to the bridge and overview the operation."

"I understand, thank you -" Rin looked at his rank "Lieutenant." she finished crisply before rising up from her chair and walking in the general direction of the bridge

A light rumble of the floor indicated that the fleet had come out of Subspace, the PA system rang out clearly to tell everyone the current situation

"While we are at the appointed planet we have overshot our target, due to possible nuclear detonations near our original exit point. - we are now on the far-side of the planet, however our DS3 arrays have picked up several unconfirmed vessels lurking around Luna orbit so I would say we are lucky to not of landed on top of them."

A few worried whispers occured amongst the crew at this news

"Besides this, we will now begin our invasion! all crew for the Aerial Battleships to your stations!"

People began to move around, rushing to their assigned places in preperation for the launches that would take place.

A few moments later the launch control PA system began to initiate the launches

"XPF-22 'Saviour' Aerial Battleship, standby for launch..."

You could hear the hydraulics shifting the 700 ton Aerial Battleship into its launching positon

"XPF-22 'Saviour' all systems are online, no errors detected."

It rose up to the launching position via hydraulic lift, a protective barrier behind it to shield the rest of the catapult from the engines

"Shutting Airtight Screening... All emergency launch personnel to your stations"

Shutters closed around on its sides, allowing no air in or out of the catapult

"Hatch Opening... All systems in engaging, Linear catapult activating..."

A low hum could be heard as the catapult began to power up for the launch

"Catapult path clear! XPF-22 'Saviour' Launch Permission Granted!"

The Aerial Battleship started its engines, the linear catapult increasing its speed dramatically as it sped through it and out into space, it engaged its Heat-Resistant Abalitive Armor Function and proceeded to enter the atmosphere of the blue planet known as earth.

This process was repeated many times, as the fleet emptied its entire surface invasion forces on the planet, Aerial Battleships would descend upon Russia since they missed their original drop point when they overshot the predicted exit point of Subspace.

The Assault ship's had reached the upper atmosphere and where now slowly descending, a message came through the radio "Change of plans, the attack sha'll be co-ordinated to landmass to your east, the Humans have named it America, good luck!" The Assault boats sharply changed direction and began to fly for the new target, they landed in the North in a cold area perfectly suited to the Kaduna, they built up a fortress away from any civilisation.

(OOC: they're landing in Alaska, Korea was too quiet)

The queen knew of the recently crashed meteors, she was not worried, she sent a commander of hundreds to investigate the one that had landed in her territory, and depending on what she found, she would either deploy more troops, or send the science breeds to investigate its secrets.

The craters were alive with activity. From out of them, camethe first of the invaders. the Martians.

Their craft was, kinda egg shaped with great green spots at both ends. Rising out of it, was a snake like neck, with those Mechanical Eyes at the top.

They moved forth, accross the land. Killing everything, and destroying everything, along the way. The Martians, had arrived, and there was enough of them, to be of a major threat to all the civilizations on earth.

The craters were alive with activity. From out of them, camethe first of the invaders. the Martians.

Their craft was, kinda egg shaped with great green spots at both ends. Rising out of it, was a snake like neck, with those Mechanical Eyes at the top.

They moved forth, accross the land. Killing everything, and destroying everything, along the way. The Martians, had arrived, and there was enough of them, to be of a major threat to all the civilizations on earth.


The first attack was devestating, the commander and hisa bodyguard were destroyed, and the troops were crippled in numbers, but they returned fire, their bolters unleashing waves of HE shells at the enemy as they fell back, trying to lead them away from the hive.

NASA's tracking systems picked up several smaller objects entering earths atmosphere and calculate the trajectory arround southern alaska. The NASA head officer contacted the president informing him of the situation.

(In a Underground complex somewhere in Montana)
" Mr.president we have picked up several small objects enturing earths atmosphere and if the trajectory is not altered they will land somewhere in southern alaska" said a comander that approached the president
" are they fragments from the unidentified objects in orbit that got hit by the nuclear missles" asked the president
" no sir they seem to be some sort of craft, because they changed trajectory just after enturing the atmosphere" replied the commander
"deploy fighters to intercept the crafts" ordered the president
"10 stealth fighters have already been deployed sir"
"very well then, continue with your work" said the President
yes sir" replied the commander as he saluted and briskly walked away
the president then continued on signing the paper that was on his desk when a general walked up to him to give him a status report
"sir, All remaining forces are fully mobilized, NASA is also reporting a succesful strike on the crafts"

OOC: are there any other MT nations helping to defend

"there are 10 fighters heading this way, i'm launching RABOTS they should hold them up for long enough for us to make the initial invasion!" The lead pilot told the other Assault boat captains, "should be another 10 minutes before we reach the landing zone, better get ready!" The troops began moving round grabbing Axes from the wall and putting on Dispacks.

(OOC:
RABOT: Remote Assistance Bot, powerful cutting laser, and basic sheilds, not too much to worry about
Dispack: replaces kinectic energy hitting the shield and releases it in heat energy, has been known to fry troops on many occasions)

OOC: I am going to use this RP to test the waters and see if I want to do future RP's with FT nations or not. Therefore, the result of this RP (be it in my favor or not) will most likely not affect my nation.

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Scientists at the ULE City observatory were working nonstop ever since the first sightings came in. Ground based telescopes had picked up the movements of numerous unidentified objects looming outside of Earth's atmosphere. Freek satellites gave a much clearer picture, projecting images of strange alien craft and other unwordly things to AMF high command.

Aliens, eh? Muttered Dreadfire under his breath. Earth has free of these scum for years. I wonder what has brought them here... Further reports came in of crashed meteors and warships entering the atmosphere, and after a short session with Defense Minister Bonesplitter, Lord Dreadfire immediatly ordered his Sentinels to be placed on high alert. He also ordered his garrisons afar to be placed on high alert as well, while several of them were told to return to the AMF mainland.

Airspace had been restricted and anti-aircraft defenses were at full readiness. Fists of AMF fighters patrolled the cloudy skies above Automagfreek, their radar and imaging equipment scanning the air around them. M'Lord, what do we do if these...creatures turn hostile? Hartman's voice was concerned, but not weak. Damien let loose a good laugh, waving his hand dismissively at the good Minister.

Then we shall unleash a classic AMF ass kicking on them. Personally, I am not scared or concerned one way or another. Our anti-air defense nets are some of the most powerful on the planet, and we have yet to have an enemy take control of our skies. Should these pukes set foot onto our soil, the Sentinels will have their way with them.

Marv ran his massive right paw over his chin, scratching at the stubble that was forming on his chiseled jawbone. Aye Lord Dreadfire. I'm sure we have a few other....nasty surprises waiting for them should they turn hostile? Damien's red eyes shifted slowly to that of Marv's, and he began to nod slowly and ever so slightly.

That I do Bonesplitter, that I do. Thoughts of The One and his Death Dealers came to mind, as well as the hideous creatures of the night that were unleashed upon the mortal world. The Butcher and other such demons could certainly prove effective against an alien invasion....however this was assuming that The Butcher could even be motivated to fight....or even found for that matter.

OOC: I am going to use this RP to test the waters and see if I want to do future RP's with FT nations or not. Therefore, the result of this RP (be it in my favor or not) will most likely not affect my nation.

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Scientists at the ULE City observatory were working nonstop ever since the first sightings came in. Ground based telescopes had picked up the movements of numerous unidentified objects looming outside of Earth's atmosphere. Freek satellites gave a much clearer picture, projecting images of strange alien craft and other unwordly things to AMF high command.

Aliens, eh? Muttered Dreadfire under his breath. Earth has free of these scum for years. I wonder what has brought them here... Further reports came in of crashed meteors and warships entering the atmosphere, and after a short session with Defense Minister Bonesplitter, Lord Dreadfire immediatly ordered his Sentinels to be placed on high alert. He also ordered his garrisons afar to be placed on high alert as well, while several of them were told to return to the AMF mainland.

Airspace had been restricted and anti-aircraft defenses were at full readiness. Fists of AMF fighters patrolled the cloudy skies above Automagfreek, their radar and imaging equipment scanning the air around them. M'Lord, what do we do if these...creatures turn hostile? Hartman's voice was concerned, but not weak. Damien let loose a good laugh, waving his hand dismissively at the good Minister.

Then we shall unleash a classic AMF ass kicking on them. Personally, I am not scared or concerned one way or another. Our anti-air defense nets are some of the most powerful on the planet, and we have yet to have an enemy take control of our skies. Should these pukes set foot onto our soil, the Sentinels will have their way with them.

Marv ran his massive right paw over his chin, scratching at the stubble that was forming on his chiseled jawbone. Aye Lord Dreadfire. I'm sure we have a few other....nasty surprises waiting for them should they turn hostile? Damien's red eyes shifted slowly to that of Marv's, and he began to nod slowly and ever so slightly.

That I do Bonesplitter, that I do. Thoughts of The One and his Death Dealers came to mind, as well as the hideous creatures of the night that were unleashed upon the mortal world. The Butcher and other such demons could certainly prove effective against an alien invasion....however this was assuming that The Butcher could even be motivated to fight....or even found for that matter.


OOC: I've been wondering this for a while, is the picture of Dreadfire the devil from the Tenacious D music video?

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The Martians were surprised at the Slivers. Life on Earth was varied, but it must all be, exterminated. The Sheilds were activated. They began to trace the Slivers back to their Hive, using the Green panels on the end of the craft, to, disappear. What they could not rid themselves of, the Eye could, using its Red energy to Melt enemies away, and explode nearby objects, living or not.

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Automagfreek Martians
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The Martians were moving across the landscape, something had caught their attention, a random AMF city. They moved in, to attack...

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Dostanuot Loj Martians
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The Martian crafts began moving towards the village the boy had come from, their goal, was to exterminate the village.

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The Martians that landed in the U.S., and there were multitudes of them, were moving. What they found first, were the crowded highways. They moved in, and began to carelessly destroy anything that moved, anything, that was not of Martian origan.

OOC: Um...Warhaven, you're taking a few too many liberties here. You're not RPing the aliens dropping into my territory (my nation is an island) or taking into account my defenses. If I'm going to participate in this RP, it's going to be done right without the godmoding.

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The Martians were surprised at the Slivers. Life on Earth was varied, but it must all be, exterminated. The Sheilds were activated. They began to trace the Slivers back to their Hive, using the Green panels on the end of the craft, to, disappear. What they could not rid themselves of, the Eye could, using its Red energy to Melt enemies away, and explode nearby objects, living or not.

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Automagfreek Martians
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The Martians were moving across the landscape, something had caught their attention, a random AMF city. They moved in, to attack...

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Dostanuot Loj Martians
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The Martian crafts began moving towards the village the boy had come from, their goal, was to exterminate the village.

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The tokera
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The Martians that landed in the U.S., and there were multitudes of them, were moving. What they found first, were the crowded highways. They moved in, and began to carelessly destroy anything that moved, anything, that was not of Martian origan.


OOC: I'm going to let this much slide for now, but I agree with AMF, cut down on the GM.

IC:

The hundred was pushwed back, but it was a case of few against many, and the many were the slivers, they continued to fire, even as the attacks of the martians destroyed more of them, but more fought on, dodging the fire, and in some very rare cases surviving a hit, but they were already down to 50, half of their original number, and their heavy weapons were having little effect on the shields, other than making a rather impressive lightshow.

The queen had not expected this, the only possible solution was to mobilize the Tiamat Legion, the hive legion, responsible for the queens defense and largest of the 7 legions, they were commanded by the Overlord(not to be confused with an overlord, that capital O makes a big difference), and were the most heavily armed of the legions, sporting Necron disruptors, Dark Eldar Splinter weapons, and Eldar Shuriken guns, they were more heavily armed than even the Surtr Legion, the assault brood, and they would stop any attack on the queen.

OOC: Um...Warhaven, you're taking a few too many liberties here. You're not RPing the aliens dropping into my territory (my nation is an island) or taking into account my defenses. If I'm going to participate in this RP, it's going to be done right without the godmoding.
OOC:Yes I did, in the very beginning and all through out.. Don't you remember the odd explosens on Mars? The "Meteors" crashing into earth? The Strange Eye I said quite plainly came out of them all? The strange noises Inside the meteor? I posted all of it.

"Director! New reports coming in from the marked planet! Seems that there are a tremendous number of invaders already in orbit, an additional group that is on the surface." The scout spoke over the relay system to the board room of the engineering ship. The assembled engineers were all in attendance within a large audience hall. "The information gained from the scouts is uploaded now." The transmission ends.

The Director, like all Dhulusians, was a thin humanoid, tan, and wore special goggle to cover his eyes completely, combed over the information as it was also relayed to the other 11 engineers that were around the table. the rest of the group was seated in chairs lined up 30 feet deep. The men and women in the room tensed up and watched as the information was transfered to them over a center hologram unit with locations, size, and information on any weapons that they use, and type of propulsion. The current Martian locations are strickly only available in a 1000 mile radious around the equater for now.

The Director cleared his throat, "Well we wanted a diversion to work our plan, this many groups attacking will hide our presence even more so. Looks like we will have to change the location though. We will set up the mining equipment in this area...." A red dot appears on the planet (But will be determined latter after the MT settle in, and certainly not the US ;) )

"Johrne, we have to concern ourselves that these multiple invaders will not like our presence and attempt to attack us out right." One of the women at the table speaks calmly.

"All things considered, we may just hold off on the 'runs' and instead notify the populace. That will keep the locals off us for a good while to set up our own defenses and get the system running. Might get us a bit of leeway with them to ignore our project for a little while... With more pressing issues for them to face."

"Of course Johrne, I'll relay that now." A engineer at the table hits a few buttons and the information that they have on the orbiting ships locations, sizes, is sent overriding the satellite systems to everyone on the planet, and to the forces at their current location which takes about 20 minutes and is continuously repeated 1 minute on, and 10 minutes off occupying the TV channels solely after the first mass blitz on all satellites.

"Get those people the locations of those creatures on the surface as well. We want them to concentrate on what is there, maybe they will give out little operation a pass until it is too late, since we won't be attacking anyone outright." One of the male engineers speaks authoritatively.

"It'll take point 2, the post on the moon is not initially designed for that kind of mass scanning. It will drain the system while it does that, but... It may perform faster with the life support to the pod off..." A female at the table speaks.

"Send word, then start gathering as much information as you can. We will progress on schedule. Have the scouts automate the requirements and tell them to head back once done. No reason that they need monitor the system, and there is no reason that they should have to give up their lives if discovered. Which will probably take point 1 once running." Johrne speaks.

The Dhulus contingent gets to work informing the populace of where everything is in a matter of 1/2 hour. The transmissions start as soon as the scout ship leaves the bright side of the moon and attempts to exit in haste towards the sun. Using the gravity to over accelerate it before warping out by the far side of Jupiter. The scanning will not be able to reach through the planet, so only foces under the moon's view will be reportable, though Martian locations will be available on all viewable areas of the planet here on out..

OCC: Damnit I go to work for one day and I'm to late in attacking Canada..bastards. Anyways..
IC:
Following the flow of the deadly dance that had begun to wrap it's seductive hands around the planet Earth several extremely high level radialogical surges could be detected over the northern-hemisphere above the tundra regions of Canada.
In orbit well over seventy ships hung motionless only firing small bursts from the mirco-thrusters along their hulls to keep them stable. The second largest ship moved first, opening several dozzen small tubes on her belly, seconds later ODP's rained down and the other's followed suit.
No warning was given however no shots were fired. Only pods, hundreds upon thousands of them began to rain down centering around the central provinces (Alberta, Saskatchewan {damn hard to spell that province}, and Manitoba). Though the main groups of pods were aimed at the newly discovered Manitoba oilfields and the expansive Alberta oil feilds. They invaders knew the value of the the oils of decomposed beings and they intended to expoilt the weakness that Earth had, these areas were just aprt of a global crutch that humanity needed to advance.
As the pods impacted the "luckier" troopers who didn't hit the thousands of lakes in Manitoba or one of the other many lakes in the drop zone or rocky areas began to move toward command class ODP's to form up and assemble for their objectives.
However roughly one in every ten pods had a diffrent target, Torronto.
The pods rained down in the city like the wrath of some god and released troopers form one of the dozzen SF divisions from the Shadow Realm.

OCC2: ODP's deploy a single trooper with enough equipment to survive for two weeks without resuply and has enough firepower to take down your basic fireteam alone, though a .50 shot to the joints or head will drop one hands down or even a anti-tank weapon will to.
OCC3: The SF troopers are diffrent. They can survive a month with no relife and their armor has sheild systems so it'll take alot more to bring them down. The armor is basicly like the MC from Halo's armor but with more advancments and a better look. They are equiped with XR-60 multi-rifles that use 14.5mm HE slugs and can fire plasma shots when the slug barrel is retracted.

OOC:Yes I did, in the very beginning and all through out.. Don't you remember the odd explosens on Mars? The "Meteors" crashing into earth? The Strange Eye I said quite plainly came out of them all? The strange noises Inside the meteor? I posted all of it.


OOC: You're not getting it. You can't just have aliens sacking my cities without allowing my forces to investigate the crash sites and take other such defensive/preventative measures.

You're skipping too many steps.

Stuff.
Quit that.
OOC: True.

It was a peaceful night. A family of three was looking out across the horizon when suddenly a light in the sky caught their eye. They followed the light and watched it's progress down towards the earth. A terrific boom sounded. The meteor had landed. The family walked towards the crash site slowly and carefully and peeked inside.

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"Hi there folks, I'm Roberta Salamar with the news. Apparently early this evening several meteors struck the earth. Several attempts have been made to examine them but mysteriously, everyone who went, never came back. Also noted were several explosions on Mars. Could there be some connection? We brought scientist Pete Molle to find out." Roberta turns toward Pete. "So Pete, do you think there is any connection between the meteors on Earth and the explosions on Mars?"

"Well Roberta, to tell you the truth I honestly think that these two events are coincidental. The explosions on Mars is merely minor tectonic activity. The meteors, however unexplained, have no connection to Mars. Also, the rumors that Martians attacking are false."

"Well thank you Pete, and now it's off to the..." Roberta fell silent and listened to something on her earpiece. "Well Pete, looks like your wrong! Apparently strange spacecraft are attacking places around the planet. A couple of places already hit are the United States and the Island of Automagfreek. Goodbye everyone. I'm Roberta Salamar and here's wishing the Martians treat us better than others."

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"Well guys what do you think of that?" the president had just turned of the newsreport.

"Well Mr. President, I would normally not think anything of it and would merely consider it nonsense. However, earlier we lost contact with a couple of our satellites. They managed to send us back pictures of their attackers before they were destroyed. The attackers were very large and very well armed space ships." replied the Head of the Space Department.

"I've alerted all the major miltary bases, army, navy, and airforce. If aliens really are attacking us we're going to need all the firepower we can muster." added the Commander in Chief.

"Very well. Also, issue an evacuation warning to all nonessentials. We can't lose our entire population here. This meeting is adjourned," finished the president.

Even as the assault on Canada ((Just had to attempt to enslave my home country)) had begun fighters were being angeled at the closer northern states. With in the same few instantces it took for the ODP bombardment on Canada a second one began, though fairly smaller, but fighters flew the escort with these pods streaking forth like bats out of the firery unforgiving mouth of hell escorting souls of the damned.

Back on the oil feilds of Canada's central provinces resistance was almost nil, mostly being farmers with shotguns and fools atempting to play hero, fighters were being called down to help assist in protecting the area as a way to cut off any airrial assistance.

OCC:It's late I'm bored and no one is gona RP Canada so I'm just gona use it as a staging ground to attack the northern states.

“Getting rather crowded down there, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is, my lord.” Van Cleef and his 1st officer, Commander Tyreric, stood watching the invasion of Earth unfold on the view screen. The real-time view had been replaced with a topographic map of the world, with lights of various colors symbolizing various force dispositions. Silver rectangles, hovering over North America, showed where the current Skeelzanian fleet position. Several thousand miles ‘north’ of them were green shapes, signifying the unidentified fleet currently invading central Canada. Dark green dots could also be seen appearing, meaning they were landing. The two men watched the spectacle for a few more minutes before Tyreric spoke again. “My lord, they appear to be heading for the northern urban centers, at least the ones still there. Shall I order the fleet to interdict such operations?”

“Give it time, commander. These new arrivals might be useful in tying up resistance in the north, allowing us to secure-” He was cut off as a message from sensors came in. They were being pinged by ground- and space-based sensors; apparently the Terrans still had some left. “I though I ordered those knocked out.” Hanging up on sensors, he switched over to Fighter Control. “Flightop, yes this is the Admiral. The Terrans still have some sensors online, I need your boys to take ‘em out. Don’t worry about the ground-based ones, leave those to the destroyers. Just knock out any satellites still up. Alright, carry on. Sieg Skeelz.”

Another line switch, this time to gunnery. “This is the Admiral, I got you a new target. Sensors is reporting one whale of a scanner dish off the North American continent. Using local coordinates, the target is as follows: 18° 20′ 36.6″ N 66° 45′ 11.1″ W …

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Sixteen fighters rocketed out of the Solomon’s launch bays, dividing into flights of four once they cleared the mammoth ship. Boosting off through inner space, each of the flights quickly located their targets. Satellites of all makes and origins had been tagged for destruction. Intelligence, GPS, Telecommunications, all were destroyed in a blaze of autocannon fire. The night sky of Earth was streaked with the burning remnants of their satellite net, hopefully hampering communications.

The bigger Skeelzanian ships also began dismantling the Terran sensor network. The Solomon’s heavy guns, silence since the initial bombardment, swung back into action. The aft turret slowly lined up with its target, the Arecibo Observatory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arecibo_Observatory#Arecibo_Observatory). No punches would be pulled this time: at the word “fire,” all 125 gigatons of the Lance cannon’s firepower was unleashe. Although it lost some potency burning through the atmosphere, the giant shaft of light could still be seen from the Mexican coast when it slammed into the island of Puerto Rico. Every radar and radio within 2000 miles shortened out temporarily at the massive release of energy, further blinding the Terran defenders. Puerto Rico itself was almost totally obliterated, its mountains blown apart by the gigantic blast. The world shook with the shockwave, sending small tsunamis washing up the Florida shore.

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As the main fleet set about dismembering the Western Hemisphere, the Skeelzanians set about gaining complete air superiority over the continental United States. Roughly 200 Uhu multi-purpose aerospace fighters came screaming down from the flagship and carriers, streaking through the atmosphere to level out over the American west coast. Although they weren’t spectacular performers in the atmosphere, it was hoped their numbers and nuclear-tipped ground-attack missiles would make short work of any surviving military installations.

Following close on the fighter craft’s heels were the dropships. Massive, bulging craft, each carrier up to a hundred fighting men or two main battle tanks. Plummeting through the clouds, they landed in force around the cities of Los Angeles, San Diego, and in the San Fernando Valley. Despite spirited resistance from police, local military units, and every blue-blooded American with a firearm in reach, within an hour nearly a full infantry brigade, as well as several panzer lances were deployed over southern California.

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Compton was an ugly town, Drachen decided. Standing in the cupola of a SBT-48 Gregor Clegane, he surveyed the ghetto as his massive vehicle crunched down the urban streets. Several Skeelzanian dropships had come down in the area, including Drachen, and the damage inflicted had been serious. Fine by me. One less district we’ll have to clear out, he thought. It was Brigader General Drachen’s job to subjugate this region, and with scarcely 5000 infantry and 25 tanks it was going to be difficult. I told them to concentrate the landing zones, and not place them willy-nilly.

The super battle tank ground to a halt as it reached Kelly Park, where temporary field headquarters had been established. An FS captain, noting their arrival, quickly finished the conversation he was having on the phone and hurried up. “Herr General, although only a lowly captain, I must protest your flaunting of yourself in this city. We have only just established the bare semblance of order, and these fremden are surprisingly well armed.”

Drachen laughed as he hoisted himself out of the tank, though noting the crackle of pistol fire in the distance. “Your concern is touching, Riche, but I assure you I have no intention of being shot.” Leaping down from the tank, Drachen drew himself up to full height. At seven feet one, he was of average build, with a head of dark-brown hair hidden beneath his stalhelm. His colleague was of similar height, though his hair was coal-black under the helmet. Both wore the red-and-black tunics of the FS over their standard field suits. Allowing himself to be escorted back to the command tent, Drachen demanded a situation report.

“Unclear, Herr general. Dragon Force has established a foothold in this city, as you can see, but other than that it is still a touch and go thing. Auroch Force is pushing down the interstate towards the naval weapon depot at Long Beach, and armored forces are attempting to seal the harbor. Word from the San Diego sector is they lost several tanks on landing, but are pushing ahead regardless. They should be attacking the naval station there if nothing else went amiss.

“Farther inland its even more spotty. Boulder is scattered all over the San Fernando Valley, and Campeon is having the same problem out in the desert. They report no sign of the secret weapon development bases intel insists is out there.”

“Grave and graver news, Hauptmann. Unless the good Admiral can land more troops, we might have to pull back Boulder and Campeon. We’re stretched thin as it is. Give me a skyphone, I’ll see what I can wheedle out of Van Cleef.” Grabbing the proffered phone, Drachen readied himself to talk a few more units into dropping.

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OOC: The Skeelzanian infantry currently on the ground are not too advanced, aside from having a full-body armor-camoflage suit that provides limited protection against small arms fire. Their main weapon is a 8mm assault rifle, comparative to a super AK-112 or similar weapon. Two types of tanks are on the ground. Five are SBT-48 Gregor Cleganes, super heavy battle tanks with 180mm plasma cannons as well as a whole slew of heavy machine guns. The other twenty are ST-35 Heluenkuh main battle tanks, mounting 2 175mm smoothbore cannons. Not all that different from modern weapon systems. They're spread all over southern California right now, but more will eventually land.

NEWS report
"this is a emergency announcement. All residents in Southern California are urged to evacuate to centural states in an orderly but fast fasion. Reports are coming in that large numbers of ships are landing in the southern california area and emence amounts of ground troops are working their way north and tward the naval weapon depot at Long Beach,luckly most of the ships in the harbor are now out to sea. The San Diego area is also seeing large numbers of ground troops pushing in tward the naval station, several ships are currently trapped in the harbor. Centural Canada has been over run by alien troops which are making their way south to the northern states. The Arecibo Observatory is located in Arecibo, Puerto Rico has been completly destroyed. Most of the satelights orbiting earth have been destroyed and our broadcast is extermly limited so if you are residents of the areas menitoned before you are highly urged to evacuate immediatly. The remaining airforce is currently attempting to force the alien ships back and destroy as many as they can, fortunatly many ships have been destroyed but their numbers are too great and we are rapidly loosing fighters. Puerto Rico was almost totally obliterated by a massive strike by a large beam of light, the explosion was estimated to be arround 125 gigatons causing flordia to be almost wiped out by a tsunami that swamped the state. It is now thought that most of the alien forces are spreaded thin. The alien infantry is thought to have moderate
full-body armor-camoflage suit that provides limited protection against small arms fire. We wish you the best"

meanwhile over Alaska
"this is lead fighter we have targets in sight, they seem to be releasing smaller crafts" The lead pilot reported after seeing the alien ships releasing smaller ships to defend them
"this is lead fighter all fighters engage targets, escort 1 and 2 break off and engage larger ships" The lead pilot shouted out for 8 of the stealth fighters to engage the smaller crafts and 2 to engage the larger ships.
"go weapons hot, I repeat go weapons hot and engage the targets" said the lead pilot
"rodger that" replied the pilots " engaging targets" as they began to fire missles at the smaller crafts.

In southern California army forces trying to hold back forces
"sir they just keep coming wave after wave" cried out a young private
"there's too many of them" shouted out another terrified private
"you hold your position and keep blasting the hell outa these bastards, you hear me private"
"yes sir" the privates replied as they began firing their M-16's into the advancing forces
"fire in the hole" yelled one sargent as he and two other men threw several granades into the crowd

OOC: Where's Warhaven?

"Two of the ten enemy vessel's are heading this way, what should we do?" The pilot asked the captain "tell all assault ships to bring Laspoints online!" "But sir that'll still take 10 minutes." The pilot called out "just do it dammit!" The captain shouted back "bringing laspoints online, this is lead vessel to all Assault boat's, bring laspoints online, we're only five minutes away!"

The RABOTS began to fly close to their enemy, they sweeped past firing cutting beams into the enemy planes, the small bots consolidated into a group and got ready for another pass.

In orbit the larger carrier class super cruisers began to pump out a slow but steady stream of roughly fifty dropships, rather bulky ones in the middel of the long convoy, that began to slowly decend breaking through the atmosphere to bring in troops uncertified in ODP landings as well as far mroe heavy weapons that the pods wern't meant to carry (Cyclone armor, Massmune destroids, tanks).

At the 49th parralle the area was quiet though the sceen from orbit as hundreds impacts were occuring only a scant few hundred kilometers ahead. Winnipeg had already be encircled, captured, and turned into a staging center for the second stage.

OCC:If The tokera could RP the boarder guards wondering what is going on up ahead so I could get a more realistic idea of waht to expect becasue I doubt they will be alone.

The Admiral stared at the bluish planet. Several of the otehr nations had already landed. The Andromeda was the first of the Green Sun fleet. He smiled as he watched his fighters and drop crews were headed for a large landmass, known as China. China was the largest nation and the nation with the largest military might. But even the invasion crews of the Andromeda were enough to make the Chinese war machine cower before them.

Beijing Citizens surrounded the crash sites, wondering what had just landed in their city. Were they being invaded like America and the rest of the world? Suddenly the ground began to shake. The concrete cracked apart and huge humanoid green machine arose from the crash sites. Two Chinese MiGs flew over. One of the three GASTABA armors fired a pair of missiles at the jets. The pilots attempted to shake off the missiles, but both of the aircraft were destroyed. People started to run adn scream in panic. The armors opened fire, mowing down civilians and punching buildings. The citizens that attacked the three soldiers were tossed into the air.

After a half hour of rampaging, the Chinese military brought in their tanks, which were no match for the GASTABA suits. One tank shell actually hit one of the suits. When the smoke cleared, the tank was split in half and teh suit was slightly damaged. The soldiers could see the suit's shields flicker and recharge. The three soldiers made short work of the rest of the attacking military units attempting to overwhelm them. Chinese officials had declared that sector of Beijing a "No-Go Zone" as three more GASTABA soldiers were sent down and the damaged one was brougt back to the Andromeda for repairs.

OOC:Phalanix what boarder guards are you talking about and please explain further.

official statement from the president of the United States
"Hello my fello americans and citizens of earth I join you in the most difficult time in the history of earth, our planet is being attacked not from other nations but aliens from other world. The very existance of humans is being threatened by aliens who ventured across solar systems and even galaxies to take our home planet, our only home. We must fight with all we have left and defend our right as the people of this world. It is now time to put aside our differences and join together to fight against not each other but our common foe an enemy that would travel through space to take what is rightfully ours in hopes for humanity to survive. We are asking the nations of this world, our world to for once not fight other but to fight together as one planet."

ooc: we are looking for all earth defenders to join together to fight the enemy.

OCC: The 49th parralle is the Canada US boarder along 4 provinces in a straight line along the 49th parralle. I'd like to know if the baorder guards there have any military assistance or if they are just the standard pistol and rifle equiped ones.

ooc: the border guards are mainly military with some assistance from citizens and the airforce. the boarder is guarded by infantry and armored divisions

OCC: Thank you. Didn't wana GM.
IC:
At the 49th sheriks could be heard from kilometers away that only grew louder with each passing second. On the northern horizion twelve small black dots that grew larger with each passing second appeared.
By now some of the guards were probably wondering what the hell but by then it was a sealed fate. The sound of autocannon fire could be heard but before any reaction was plausable the 65mm HE rounds bore into the ground shooting dirt and other objects they impacted with several meters in the air. It didn't take much longer for the fighters to enter full view as they shot past easily exceding mack five, even though this was a fraction of their total speed, and raining projectiles down unto the defenders with no mercy at all.
Roughly five minutes behind the fighters ten dropships escorted by a pair of fighters, the same as the attacking kind, were loaded with fifteen troopers each armed with a large variaty of weapons ranging from portable rail rifles to XR-70 Autocannons and even the odd MX-67 8mm assault rifle.

OOC: I need someone to RP China.

OOC: I need someone to RP China.

OOC: I'm occupying just about every mountain range outside of the Americas, so I can do it.

ooc: Phalanix can you tell me about your forces

OCC: The VBR-4 Shadow Striker fighter is the kind attacking. I'll dig up the stats.
VBR-4 stats (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6565963&postcount=6)
The troops range form being basic marines just armed with 8mm assault rifles to Demon class SFs that are basicly hell in a trooper armed with jet black powered amror with sheilds and they carry the advanced heavy duty guns. Like rail rifles, XR-95 plasma cannons, XR-70 Auto-cannons (15mm rounds at 500 a min) ect.

ooc: so you are only fighting with infantry and fighters? are you using any tanks?

OCC Those are the forces hitting the boarder. And I don't use tanks I use mecha. And the fighters are capable of transforming into humaniod and hybird versions on the fly so they act as "tanks" Though I might use a MAC-II heavy artilery destroid. I'll dig up the stats.

OCC Those are the forces hitting the boarder. And I don't use tanks I use mecha. And the fighters are capable of transforming into humaniod and hybird versions on the fly so they act as "tanks" Though I might use a MAC-II heavy artilery destroid. I'll dig up the stats.

OOC: Veritechs, you use Macross style Veritechs, right?

OCC: Only two. VBR-2 Shadow Hawk which I've upgraded all the way up to a VBR-6 and the outdated VR-14. Though I do use cyclone armor, two destroids, and the Macross Cannon style ship.

OCC: Only two. VBR-2 Shadow Hawk which I've upgraded all the way up to a VBR-6 and the outdated VR-14. Though I do use cyclone armor, two destroids, and the Macross Cannon style ship.

OOC: I want a Macross fortress, so terribly viscious, big, bad, and extremely powerful, I really want one, but it doesn't fit my 40k tech base, so I go without.

OOC: this died down quick