NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Just need a person to be the other nation... observing nations may join in too

IC: He looked out into the cold blackness of space, wondering, thinking. Space, the one arena that was unconquerable by the Emperors. He had served his lords for 40 years, and was lucky to be admiral at such a young age by Sebecean standards. He was here, in orbit around Oplima Rex, a barren world that had been newly added into the Imperium. He turned away from the window, and looked and his computer, a message waited for him to open- orders, and as he looked closely at them, he noticed a suborder on it, 'To be deleivered to 1st Admiral Brennen Vhen, Fate of Blood'. This was an obvious clue, an order to him, sealed by the 'Fate of Blood', and only something like this could make his next promotion, and possible his death.

After reading the orders, Vhen looked back into space, as he activated the bridge of the Dreadnought Khan. There was a short pause, and then his second in command (ExO) responded, with a hoarse "Sir!"

Vhen replay sharply, and somewhat coldly, "Capt. Junde, plot a subspace jump to the quardinates, Melkan Sector, V.780.87665.0934Homelef, over!" he knew that Junde would do his job without question, but Vhen felt nervous and slightly sick. He shut off the com as Junde finished his last 'Sir', and he continued to look out the window as the Ships intercomms started the countdown to SSPC jump. He As the voice hit two the Admiral said a short Sebecean prayer, and as he looked out, the space began to distort; it twisted and turned and it finally broke in a flash of light. The Admiral stood there slightly blinded by the light, but as he regained his sightm he saw that he was over a new planet, somewhat ugly and hostile compared to the massive forests and huge crystal feilds of Higar and Fedia. He looked back at his orders, and read that the planet had been known for many years but, intelligent life on it was not suspected until recently. His orders on this mission were clear, destroy or assmilated the native culture and if it is part of a greater empire, to wipe out the colonists to prevent another incursion into the Sebecean Democratic Imperium.

Vhen activated his wrist computer and tapped out and sent a copy of his orders to his ExO to fulfill. He sent the data to the bridge and powered down the microcomputer and began to stare at the planet once more.

"BattleStations, BattleStations, Set condition 1 through out the ship; BattleStations, BattleStations, Set condition 1 through out the ship" the loudspeaker blared. The Dreadnought came alive, men running to their posts, Banshee and Valkayrie pilots ran to their craft, and the Orbital Marines prepared for a hot oribital insertion. For the first time in 30 years had the Khan been alive, and Vhen was here to see it.


"Admiral to the Bridge!", blared the loudspeaker. Vhen turned away from the window, and walked toward the door of his quarters. As he neared the door, he saw a glimse of himself in the mirror; a well built man about 5'7" in his height, he had short dark brown hair, and deep green eyes. In seeing his reflection he turned to make sure his uniform was alright. After checking himself, he walked to the door, not slowing down as if there was no barrier there, but the door open quickly. He exited his quarters and walked down the hall to the lifts. He took one up to the Flag Room, and when it stopped the door opened with the sound of the typical, "Room Atench-HUT!"

"Atease", Vhen muttered, as his ExO walked up with a datapad.

"Sir, here is our position, status, and system read out." Junde voiced with a more releived voice than before.

Vhen glanced at the screen, and determined no steller resistance would be met, yet. He sighed, there was going to be no special combat, no fight to prove Sebecean power. Vhen looked up at the main screen, data was flowing in about what appeared to be a vast military or colonial complex or someother structure of great importance. He typed in a small code on the datapad as he began to sit down. The main screen began to construct the outside model of the complex and surrounding area and possible ambush points. Vhen looked over the model that his advisors made up, and made a few changes, and soon after that Vhen ordered the attack to begin.

Once Vhen got back to his quarters, he went to his desk and began typing a Com to Fleet Command. Near the end of the message, the ship began to fufill it perpose. The Khan started to slightly rock from the recoil of the guns and the correction thrusters. Inside, a series of low thumps was felt by Vhen. He then got up turned and watched as bolts of fire rained down on the helpless planet. He also saw and felt the pods that the orbital marines were in. He was sure this promotiong would come.

OOC: If we join, do we use our IC nations?

OOC: If we join, do we use our IC nations?

Yeah, if you want... it would be a colony type settlement.

OOC: I'll do it, I've been looking for a reason to char my planet Mar-sara.

IC:

Far below, on the surface of the planet, backed by the single surviving Mobile Infantry Division on the planet, a Squadron of Heavy Interceptors, a company of heavy Siege tanks, and exactly 3 SheVa Guns, rolled BOLO Unit LON-2317, Lonesome Son, now redesignated Unit SOL-0003, Lonesome Sun, the most powerful single remaining defender of embattled Mar-Sara.

The Leviathans that had defended the planet were gone, their last traces were meteoric tracks in the night sky.

OOC: I'll do it, I've been looking for a reason to char my planet Mar-sara.

IC:

Far below, on the surface of the planet, backed by the single surviving Mobile Infantry Division on the planet, a Squadron of Heavy Interceptors, a company of heavy Siege tanks, and exactly 3 SheVa Guns, rolled BOLO Unit LON-2317, Lonesome Son, now redesignated Unit SOL-0003, Lonesome Sun, the most powerful single remaining defender of embattled Mar-Sara.

The Leviathans that had defended the planet were gone, their last traces were meteoric tracks in the night sky.

OCC: Ok, well I think you would know me as, The Genetic aswell, but this is the first nation of mine and is primarily FT.

The insertion pods were never comfortable thought the young O-Marine Captian Kein Senna. The pods, which delievered one Marine each were small, and shot out of ships like slugs. However, the trip down was very quick, lasting about and average of two minutes, ending the hard, rocket assisted landings.

Capt. Senna watched the ETA clock tick down, until he felt the hard tug and powerful thud which assured him the ride was over. The hatch of the pod openned and Senna rushed out in his combat suit (A muddle of appearance and features of the Predator suit and the Anubis Super-Soldier) he reached back and grabbed his Pulsar rifle. Even though his Combat had an array of weapons, it was still standard to carry a combat rifle. He then looked up and around as his platoon of 50 men took up defensive positions and secured the area. Senna observed the surroundings and matched them with orbital views, he was about a good 20 miles away from the complex. He had landed where he wanted, on the edge of a large, dense forest which would give them cover for most of the mission.

The Captian gave the order to his officers, and together they moved out into the forests in two separate squads. As they moved out, they could see smoke and flashes of ordinance hitting their targets, the bombardment continued.

OOC: Good to see you again.

IC:

Nothing stood between the Marines and their goal, nothing but the local miliutia that is, armed with castoffs and ancient, but effective, weapons, they deployed, their ground transports and light hovertrucks, and even, in one case, a single APC, brought them to the woods where the enemy had landed. As the lighter forces deployed, effectively unarmored, but heavily armed, like the hightech rednecks they were, the APC and its heavy weapon were starting to get emplaced on a nearby hill to where the enemy would be forced to come out. It was the intention of the "commander", who had no rank, but was still in charge by dint of being the man who owned the guns they were using, to draw the marines directly into the fire of the APCs heavy Lascannon, and mow them doiwn that way, to that purpose half of the men went into the forest to hound the enemy in the right direction.

The squads began to hit a slope in the forest, they watched and listened to everything with their enhanced senses. The ground shook from the bombardment in the distance, but there was something else. Each of the squads formed long patrol lines, with about 50 feet between each trooper. The move as quick as they could yet kept quiet because they knew someone must have heard their landing. They moved, untill the point men ordered the line to halt. The both, from different views saw enemy fortifications on a hill infront of them. This was the most direct, stealthy route to the complex, and in between the two hills was a small valley with very little cover.

The captian ordered the Platoon to create a single assault line across the peak of the hill. The point men kept a good eye on the enemies and it was clear they had not been detected. As the platoon entered position, Senna requested that the Khan place a few rounds on the other hill, and he told his men that that strike might not come, and that they would have to fight against this group.

Just seconds from when the Captian was going to order the attack to begin, he spotted and APC, theis would change a few things, from there he ordered his Anti-armor troops (2) to target and place heavy fire one that APC.

"3... 2... 1... Open Fire!" Senna called out on the closed communications system. Twolarge bolts came from the Anti-armor positions and two large explosions erupted where the APC was. Fire from the Marines openned up, their targeting systems in their combat suits located heat signatures and they fired quick two shots at each to ensure they were dead. A few enemies where lucky and did not get hit by the fire of the Marines. Capt Senna then called for his heavy weapons troops to fire High Explosive grenades at the enemy lines. They were going to rout these petty militia one way or another.

The squads began to hit a slope in the forest, they watched and listened to everything with their enhanced senses. The ground shook from the bombardment in the distance, but there was something else. Each of the squads formed long patrol lines, with about 50 feet between each trooper. The move as quick as they could yet kept quiet because they knew someone must have heard their landing. They moved, untill the point men ordered the line to halt. The both, from different views saw enemy fortifications on a hill infront of them. This was the most direct, stealthy route to the complex, and in between the two hills was a small valley with very little cover.

The captian ordered the Platoon to create a single assault line across the peak of the hill. The point men kept a good eye on the enemies and it was clear they had not been detected. As the platoon entered position, Senna requested that the Khan place a few rounds on the other hill, and he told his men that that strike might not come, and that they would have to fight against this group.

Just seconds from when the Captian was going to order the attack to begin, he spotted and APC, theis would change a few things, from there he ordered his Anti-armor troops (2) to target and place heavy fire one that APC.

"3... 2... 1... Open Fire!" Senna called out on the closed communications system. Twolarge bolts came from the Anti-armor positions and two large explosions erupted where the APC was. Fire from the Marines openned up, their targeting systems in their combat suits located heat signatures and they fired quick two shots at each to ensure they were dead. A few enemies where lucky and did not get hit by the fire of the Marines. Capt Senna then called for his heavy weapons troops to fire High Explosive grenades at the enemy lines. They were going to rout these petty militia one way or another.

When the Marines first attacked the APC they were pretty worried, but when they kept coming, they were overjoyed, the APC had been damaged, but it wasn't quite out of the fight, even if it would never leave that hilltop again, it was perfectly situated to pour fire onto the enemy below, and that it did very well, Lasbolts ficked out towards the two locations that had struck at the APC, likely resulting in kills if they hit.

From the rear of the enemy formation Bolters and other various weapons let loose on their back, this Marine thought he was so smart, and he's been pincered by a bunch of local yokels, then again, they knew this place better than he ever could, and they used that mercilessly, allowing them to get in behind him and blow him away.

These Marines were not some band of conscripted jarheads, but a group of professional, experianced Sebecean Orbital Marines. They knew not to stay in one place too long, so by the time the APC was firing on the positions of the Anti-Armor, they had moved and began to fire again. The Enemy hill was being lit up by the fires that were caused by the Sebecean Pulsar weapons. The platoon continued to fire on the Enemies who kept trying to move and flank them.

Senna fired and watched as the day began to end, and it seemed as though more an more enemies were coming, he though that they might lose. Losing a battle was almost unthought of among Orbital Marines, but here was Senna thinking about it... shame.

"Ferda Two, Ferda Two this is Banshee Attack Wing Beta... Come in Ferda Two..." Said a unknown voice. Senna couldn't really beleive what he was hearing, the Khan spared an entire wing to provide CAS, this was unlike Vhen.

"Wing Beta, Wing Beta, uploading target coordinates now, fire at will Lt." Senna replied senting a small data stream to the fighters.

"Roger that Ferda Two, I got the position, we are inbound hot" The voice said. Senna could then hear the familier sound of 22 Banshees on approach. They sounded as they were coming fast, and within a second lights from they sky came down like hard rain. The pulse fire from the Banshees tore the enemy hillside up, and a few Banshees fired incindeary bombs on the hill. But seconds after they arrived, they had left.

Dozens of men fell toi the blasts, bt they held, this was all or nothing, and no man was going to leave his place on the line before death, of the 1,000 odd men who had begun, only 653 remained, their commander was dead, their heavy weapons were shot, all that was left was a few very large hunting rifles, which, while powerful, had nothing in the way of rate of fire going for them.

They were out of options, men died all around them, first one man, then another, then five more, then 30, then 100, then 500, then everyone, they charged the enemy lines, last of a battered militia, as they charged music suddenly blared in the background, and to the opening strains of Guns and Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" Bravo Company, 1st battalion, 555th mobile infantry regiment deployed, their silver gray suits were tarnished and gouged by weapons, but that didn't stop the militia, the reinforcements were too late, by the time they reached the bottom of the hill only 300 men remained standing, those 300 took up positions at the base of the hill and hunkered down, laying down fire so their late reinforcements to advance, and maybe some of them could survive.

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The Marines indescriminatly fired grenades down into the small valley, slaughtering the remaining militia. The enemy had sent real troops, but that would not save them. As the last militia man fell, the fire from the Sebecean hill stopped, and the Marines disappeared into the darkness.

Captian Senna ordered his platoon to the out, uncovered areas, and they got their quickly and undetected. As the held a defensive position, A single Gunship flew over, and the Marines heard the sounds of Autocannons, Chain Pulsars, and Automatic Grenade launchers.

The Gunship hovered over the enemy army, and fired down on them with everything they had. The area became light as day, a few incendiary rounds hit the hillsides, igniting the forest. After about four minutes over the enemy position, the gunship took off, heading for the Khan.

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The Marines indescriminatly fired grenades down into the small valley, slaughtering the remaining militia. The enemy had sent real troops, but that would not save them. As the last militia man fell, the fire from the Sebecean hill stopped, and the Marines disappeared into the darkness.

Captian Senna ordered his platoon to the out, uncovered areas, and they got their quickly and undetected. As the held a defensive position, A single Gunship flew over, and the Marines heard the sounds of Autocannons, Chain Pulsars, and Automatic Grenade launchers.

The Gunship hovered over the enemy army, and fired down on them with everything they had. The area became light as day, a few incendiary rounds hit the hillsides, igniting the forest. After about four minutes over the enemy position, the gunship took off, heading for the Khan.

If the enemy had known the truth they would have stayed much longer than they did, the militia fled from the base of the hill under the ACS camoflague holograms, which made a very good show of killing 300 Militia men, when only about 50 actually died, the remaining men managed to escape, and they would be evaced under cover of the relief fleets guns.

Far away from that battlefield another raged, three massive SheVa guns and a single Bolo delayed the inevitable with their heavy guns and suppport weapons, but eventually they would run out of ammo, either that or be overrun, though since it was four of the biggest tanks ever built, that could take a while.

Back on the ACS hillside there was woinder that the enemy would wastye incindiary rounds against Powered Combat Armor, much less ACS Troopers of the 555th, as the gunship fled a single stream of relativistic DU penetrators tracked it back to its ship, capable of destroying a heavy lander, this gunship should be toast.

OOC: I'm never on on Sundays, and after schiool is catch as catch can, so this could e a very drawn out RP.