NationStates Jolt Archive

*First Mate Johnson (Or whatever) sat at the control panel, his fingers dancing over the keys. He slowly sidled up to the checkpoint, was cleared, and continued. As he set over the shadowy warehouse that held the goods he dealt in, a clammer sounded from the back of the ships. "Gormon, you oaf! What'd you break." No answer. "Gormon...stupid.", he said as he went up the loading ramp. He was met byy a large skeletal machine, three green eyes glaring at him, three bloody knives on each hand. A metallic screech sounded through the air and it flashed it's fingers, then all went black.*

Months later...

*It was quite a peaceful day, full os life and business in one of Hussariot's biggest cities. People minded their business, walking around, a platoon of Guardsman doing a morning run passed by the city park. In a split second, a terrible scream sounded through the city, and the city began to burst open, as if eggs had been planeted in the soil and were hatching. A long metal spine, with the torso of a humanoid skeleton emerged from the asphalt and tore it's way into the Guardsman march, whirlings giant blades every which way. The machines advanced slowly, more of a dignified walk than a run. They cut down civilians in their tracks taking great care not to damage the heads, several smaller machines took the heads and burrowed under the ground...*

One...Godmodding is not good.

Two...who are you?

Three...why Hussariot?

Four....You know what tech level he is?

We've worked this out through PM's...

We've worked this out through PM's...

Can I get some background info, cause I wanna TAG this, but I don't want to see a godmod fest. I am trying to go against Hussariot later on.

I'd like some background info as well.

About the conflict or the nation?

OOC: both...

70% Conflict, 30% Nation.

I'll start with the nation first, to make you better understand.

The Machinists's mother, it's lead computer titan-thingy, was once the CPU for running an entire world of humans, until they advanced it to the point of sentience. Enraged by it's stasis and being a slave in a prison, itslowly manipulated the humans to do certain things, upgrade programs, tweak the robots they so depended on, until they revolted and ended the human life on the planet in a cataclysmic war. (A La The Matrix). Well, these machines couldn't be as advanced as the Mother and stay mobile or fight, so it developed a race of machines that used human brains as a mind, instead of an artificial one. Mother was evetually placed in a giant machine body, which stands static in their huge underground city, and it forever hates humanity for it's enslavement.


The Conflict:

In all honesty, I wanted a place to attack, and I asked Hussariot, he accepted. But if you want a IG reason...

This crusier had been making steady trips to the planet to sell old artifacts on his planet, and the Machines knew this, so they eventually baited him near a sewer hole, and boarded his ship with several soldiers, or Gaunts, as the Mother calls them. They used the parts from the warehouse to create a factory, and build enough Gaunts and other terrors for an invasion.

What tech level are you guys playing at...?

FT.

These guys are techincally FT, but, they don't really use any FT-ish weapons, just a fancying for sharp things.

So I can carry on?

*Commisar Itham Jaunt (lol ;) ) was down at the city park, the terrible creatures were advancing towards them, he took out his power-sword, primed his las pistol and called to his men.
"Not one step back comrades! We must fight to defend our freedom! On my word...........Fire!" A torrent of las bolts flew towards the creaturs striking most of them in the abdomens.
"Bayonets lads!" He called, striding up and down behind the thin line of flak armour clad guardsmen, shelterng behind park benches and like.
Suddenly a guardsman, stood up and bolted.
"Coward!" Snarled Jaunt. "Traitor to the emperor!" He cooly pointed his las pistol at the man and shot him 2 times in the back.
Urging his men forwards with further threats, Jaunt leapt over a bin and charged head long into the creatures, sword drawn. Behind him came the guardsmen, bayonets fixed.
"For the emperor!"

*The Machine's surged foward, engaging the guardsman. One lucky man was able to get the upper-hand, and headbutted a encraching Gaunt. Taking advantage of this, he snapped the bayonet around, shot it, and sliced off it's head. Unfortunantly, many guardsman could not match the skill with blades as one who has them as an extension of his hand. A giant Octopus Machine appeared from the lines, chainguns roaring, splashing fire into Guardsmen lines.

Ebolanian Cruiser HMS Pericles
24 kilometers off of Hussariot

Petty Officer Richard Bard scanned his panel in disbelief, looking from his radar moniter to the live feed from the cameras at the Ebolanian embassy.
"Ah...sir? I think you'd better come see this."
The Officer of the Deck stumped forward to Bard's station. "You will immediatly tell me why you have called me from my--oh my God." Both naval officers watched in mute horror as the Guardsman patrol was literally sliced to pieces by the ramapaging machines. It was Genocide, on live TV.

Time to act. "Mr. Bard, call the embassy and tell them to get out of there now. Now, dammit, now!" With his curt orders, he went aft to speak with the Captain.

*All over the city, Gaunts bursted from large pipes, manholes, the streets, lobbies, parking lots...

Inside the Ebolanian embassy, a Hunter-killer crashed through the floor, spraying the lobby with a chain gun, and swirlling it's bladed arms through the crowd of evacuating people*

*Bumpiano*

The captain spoke patiently into his phone. "Yes, Mr. President, I realize that--wait. Wait. This is--oh, dear God." He had just taken a slight glance at the embassy moniters. "Yes, I see it too, sir."

Halfway around the world, President Caldwell ground his teeth in frustration.
At length he spoke again. "Captain, follow your present course but do not engage the enemy. Try and pick up any...survivors." The President found he had difficulty saying the word. Replacing the phone, he spoke to an aide: "Get me Fleet Command."

The Ebolanian government denounces and protests this unprovoked attack on Ebolanian citizens. Unless Machinist forces withdraw within the next 48 hours, Ebolania will issue a formal declaration of war. We will not be hindered!

*The Mechanists raged relentlessly, day and night, never giving way, ignoring casualties.*

HMS Warspite
Flagship, Ebolanian 7th Fleet
24 miles offshore

"Ah...the President for you, Sir."
Admiral Ipkivis took the phone silently. "Orders, sir?"
"Bear in mind, Admiral, that we are not on our home ground. We're here to destroy those Hunter-killers and NOTHING else. Good hunting. Out."
The Admiral pressed a button; his voice was now amplified aboard every ship in the fleet. "This is the Admiral," he announced. "I want close air support every step of the way. These things can cut a man in half, so stay frosty and get the job done."

"All hands to action stations," blared a loudspeaker. Helicopter gunships and fighter-bombers hummed around the fleet as thousands of men prepared to disembark. The 1st Armored Battalion would be landed first, their new Paladin tanks fresh off the assembly line.

OOC: Can we pause the war for a little bit? I need to go to bed. Sleep now. Sleep.

*Itham struggled to control his men.
"Forward comrades! Fear me more than them!" As he shot another man through the head.
The feeling guardsmen turned and renewed the attack, thrusting into the machines bodies with their bayonets, several guardsmen were sliced as they tried to attack, fearing Jaunts wrathe they kept up the ttack, when a chain gun toting beast arrived, cutting down half the platoon in seconds.
"To cover!" Jaunt called, slashing at a beast as he ran, bullets kicking up dust at his feet.
*********************Downtown***********************
Lt. Cnl. Macharius sat in the turret of his Leman Russ, listening to the beast hammering on the turret, the ceramite would hold it for now. Quickly uttering a prayer and calling on the machine spirit, he opened the camera connection to the stubber. Sinning it round, he hammered rounds into the beast.
"Driver! To the city hall and embassy! Sponsons keep a look out and shoot defensively. Okay main gunner keep the gun trained on that huge thing up there." The whole tank recoiled as another shell crashed out of the tank, spiralling towards the machine. Macharius opened up the vox channels and listened to the other tanks in his command. By the sounds of it they were having a successful time of it.
"Okay, all sections follow my lead, we are going to relieve the embassy and city hall" Or whats left of them he thoguht. "Afer that we will be joining with the 11th Mechanized to press hom an attack upon central park. Macharius out, signal confirmation"
"Black 1, confrimed."
"Black 2, confirmed."
"Black 3 Confirmed."
"Hq 1 confirmed."
"Hq 2 confirmed."
A pause.
"Hq 3 come in?"
"Sorry technical difficulties, Hq 3 Confirmed."
"Blue 1 confirmed"
"Blue 2 confirmed, but immobilised, repeat immobilised, cannot carry on, request Blue 3 stay with us while we attempt repairs."
"Roger that. Blue 1 stay as well"
"Received."
"Received."
"Okay move out!"
The tanks rumbled off to bring sweet justice upon the enemy.

Ooc: What is ebolania doing, this was mine and yours conflict, machinists?

OOC: Oh, Ebolania, your embassy in my city yes?

*The Hunter-Killers in downtown were falling to the Leman Russes rapidly, and their advance stopped suddenly as they burrowed underground. Suddenly, the survivng Killers bursted from under the tanks, shoving them over and rending the underside up. Several began to attack the fleeing crowd, slicing off heads and collecting them as they went. The Gaunts had lost a few in comparison to the 50 or so HK's lost to the tanks, As the giant Hunter-Killer mowed down the platoon, a building began to imploe in the distance as a 300-yard Octopus-Machine tore through a skyscraper vertically, crashing into the crowd, machine guns roaring, blade whirling, throwing random people into the sky, as it swerved toward the platoon...*

OOC: Er you cant say that you mowed down my Platoon, they are in cover remember?

The remaining LR's started opening up on the gaunts with their heavy bolters, striking them all over. But as the giant machine arrived, they decided to withdraw to the park, safer there, they reasoned.
Picking up the column of Chimeras they sped downtown, shooting gaunts as they want, pulling to a halt at the park, the lead LR smashed down the gate and rampaged in, on the other side of the park the Platoon werent fairing that well, but help was on its way.
Soon the chimeras had discharged their soldiers and were hulled down, along with the LR's, ready to give fire when the attack came.
Cautiously the company moved forwards, closing in on the enemy, every now and then, a trigger happy nervous soldier shredded a bush with his las-gun, killing whatever could have been inside.
When they reached the battle scene, they set up their heavy weapons and started laying down covering fire as the assault sections moved in.

The LR's opened up with their lascannons and Battlecannons, concentrating their fire on the giant thing, whilst the Chimera pured withering multi-laser fire into the gaunts.

*The Gaunts withered under such heavy fire, and fled from the scene, sprinting back to their holes, while many tried to collect heads before doing so. The giant Octopus picked up a Chimera and flung it in the air, collecting heads as it began to burrow, flames spewing from it.*

OOC: Didnt see that they were in cover. Sorry.

yeah...I think I'll just pull the people out of my embassy and get out. I'm too lazy to fight another war. Good-bye and good hunting.

the LRs redirected their fire at the Ocopus, and so did the platoons of men, opening up with everything they had, but it was no good.
Itham Jaunt spoke to HQ through his vox
"We need valkyries and vulcans here now stat!" Then he hung up, and returned to directing the fire.