NationStates Jolt Archive

The movement was like a violent ravaging storm. Fast is lightning, strong as thunder. This described the make-shift hive fleet with percision, the coming of the storm, a storm that would obliterate the tiny system, and the world known as Kosse.

The main planet, Kosse, was inhabitted by two nations. One ally, one nuetral to the swarm, but today both civilizations on the world would be torn asunder without hesitation, the Chronosians and the Taledonians.

With speed unknown to hive ships, the first wave of the fleet quickly moved in, bearing down straight towards the feeble world. There should be almost no space-based resistance from the system, as this was an almost useless world and system. Any resistance would be met with a swift, painful, and brutal end.

Unlike past fleets, where the whole hive fleet moved as one mass in space, this time the ships broke up into drastically smaller fleets. The main fleet moved in on the planet Kosse, bearing numerous hive ships, and totalling over 12 million ground units. The rest of the fleet, broke up and were off to conquer and infest surrounding worlds, and any ships that were caught in the system. But even all the smaller fleets combined came no where close to the true mass of past fleets. This was only 15% the size of past hive fleets, but these ships would be more than enough to conquer these tiny planets, and rip Chronosians and Taledonias alike, apart.

Swiftly all the fleets reached the planets they were designated to at the same time. They would gun down any patrols that got in their way, and launch their first barrage of deadly spores upon the planets' surface.

It had begun.

((I had prior knowledge of the system's defences and inhabitants, so it all should be accurate.))

Chronosian Orbital defences roared into bloody life as the enemy began its insatiable onslaught from above. The screams of ground based cannons searing the very atmosphere as Imperial Guardsmen rushed to defence stations. Glittering sepulchures and cathedrals lay bared to the Tyranid advance; homes and business, places of worship and sacrifice; lay open to their fangs and claws; yet the great guns encircling them opened fire with searing heat; the defence beginning in ernest; as defence lasers snapped against the already descending spores.

A Commisar barked orders, before putting his boltpistol to the Guardsman's head and pulling the trigger; whirling to fire several shots skyward; even as the atmosphere swirled and darkened with alien trickery. He cursed under his breath, screaming aloud prayers to the dark gods; as his men scrambled over walls and fallen masonry, ready to face the enemy in its onslaught.

"Onward men! The Emperor Protects! Even these vermin are as nothing before the Imperium! Stand your ground! Or by the Gods, the Swarm is the last thing you shall need fear!"

::TRANSMITION INCOMING::

The Cybernetic Dominion of Hydrogen-Land hereby states that our nation, in alliance with the first Non-Hydronaut commander, CR Oscilloscopes, supports the Azahan Swarm in their attack, and is beaconing the Azahan space as we speak. We are willing to negotiate surrender, but as of now, all Hydrogen-Land soldiers and ships are on full alert.

Enemy nations are requested to make the decision of surrender within one hour's time, for attacks will commence after that period. Any ships caught in Hydrogen-Land or Iron Fist space will be fired upon, and in neutral space, ships will be boarded. Once again, we request your surrender.

CR Oscilloscopes is currently controlling Hydrogen-Land Service Force 2, and is to be considered friendly by the Azahan Swarm, and will not hesitate to attack enemies if infractions are commited, that is all.

(OOC: Yay! Me and Chronosia finally get to fight side by side on something!!! Boo! All this happend while I was at work so I'm just learning everything now! Wee! I'm typing my post now!)

IC:

It was a startling occurance for Marcus Forses, the newly appointed Governor of the Taledonian side of Kosse. He had arrived just three days earlier, and had just barely took grasp of what was happening in the colony. He had reviewed the treasury, and all the other boring administrative tasks; and was about to schedual a meeting with the Chronosian delegation on the planet to announce his arrival when he heard the news. Long range sensors had picked up a rather large force heading towards the planet; and when they arrived, had begun attacking.

Tho still a novice in military matters, Forses had enjoyed his schooling in the arts of war; and would use it to his full advantage against this "swarm". He was about to send out orders when he recieved a message from the acting garrison commander on Kosse; General Tidor.

Energy cannons have been charged and are firing skywards. Civilians are already being evacuated into the emergency bunkers; and all ground forces have been mobolised.

Word has also been recieved that Admiral Gulay has engaged the swarm with the Kosse fleet*. Suggest a transmission be sent to the Chronosians.

General Theo Tidor

And so, taking the advice of the high ranking military man, Marcus prepared a message to the Chronosians.

Greetings Chronosians,

It is with utmost sadness that my first message to you has been made in these troubling times. You may or may not know, but I am Governor Marcus Forses; the new Taledonian governor of Kosse.

It appears that we are under attack, and we have both activated our defenses. Sadly, the Empire has not encountered a race of this kind before, and we do not know much about their abilities, technology or strategies; therefore we request your co-operation and ask for any information you may have on the swarm.

It is without a doubt that this planet has served as the point in which both our nations have remained rather peaceful with each other; and a loss here would be quite a disaster. We have already sent a call for reinforcements, and suggest you do the same. By Talean, we will defeat this menace, and hopefully Republican/Chronosian relations will grow stronger and, perhaps if luck prevails, official.

Yours in friendship,

Governor Marcus Forses

(OOC:
* The Kosse spacial garrison consists of three orbital weapons platforms; twenty weapons satellites and the Kosse fleet, which consists of:

5x Destroyers
7x Frigates
3x Support Frigates
3x Carriers)

In light of recent events, Hostilities towards Chronosia have been dropped, and the Cybernetic Dominion of Hydrogen-Land hereby declares war on Taledonia. With associated parties optionally participating in the attack, IE, CR Oscilloscopes, the IFLA, and the Iron Fist.

Chronosia, consider all of our ships neutral to yourself.

The Interstellar League provinces Tithis, and Shoguii fully support the Iron Fist cause, and have dedicated the First Provincial Navy and the Fifteenth Provincial Battlegroup to the war.

The First Provincial Navy

Sixteen Tarylon Support Frigates
One Iflaki Battle Carrier
115 Arrala-class Heavy Gunships
Six Yihan Combat Carrier
1215 Tikisha-class Interceptors
915 Kulanteon-class Bombers
3445 Bajin-class ModeDrones

The Fifteenth Provincial Battlegroup

Four Tarylon Support Frigates
25 Arralia-class Heavy Gunships
1 Yihan Combat Carrier
875 [i]Bajin]/i]-class ModeDrones

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More would be sent, but, at this date, the Council is deliberating on war, and so only provinces which fully support the Iron Fist are sending forces.

The Province-Protectorate of Arrak may be sending invasive ground forces to support the 'Fist.

(http://p2.forumforfree.com/viewtopic.php?t=46) OOC: Info page for my forces.

B U M P

Kazecistan has learned of the conflict and is sending aid. 1 assault sub fleet has been dispatched.

ooc:
Assault sub fleet:
2 Heavy Battle Carriers
6 Super Cruisers
9 Torpedo Ships

Ooo, goodie! Lots of targets for my ships with lots of guns!

OOC: hmmm

IC:
“Our foe is now many in numbers and strength. They are as tenacious as they are destructive. Millions shall bleed for victory, but it will come. A hundred worlds may be burned, but we shall prevail. Take heed however, our foes are not as open as this new foe...Now go! And reap a blood harvest!”

It was simple and short speech, after all, you want to get going as fast as possible, not dawdle listening to words...

The prophet was addressing thousands if not millions of covenant warriors. They were already boarding their corresponding ships, ready and eager to fight...

The covenant ships began to shimmer with a bright light as they went into slipspace...

Grand Admiral Solus was sitting in his rather lavish estate just west of Taledon when the news came. One of his servants came out onto the sunlit padio and gave him a holopad, which shone to life and gave him the details.

Get my car ready, I am leaving for Taledon immeadiatly.

Standing up, we placed his martini on the table and went into the villa.

And hour later, Solus found himself in his full military uniform, sitting in the back of his black limo, and heading towards the eternal city. It didn't take long to arrive at the giant military installation which was the Taledonian Command.

The long halls took awhile, but he finally arrived at the main control room. Observing the hundreds of busy computer nerds and military officers going around doing their duty, Solus walked over to one of the work stations.

Report.

Kosse has been attacked by an unknown enemy sir. Both Chronosian and Taledonian garrisons have began engaging; and they have requested reinforcements as they are overwhelmed.

Bring up a report on all the fleets that can be ready to depart in an hour or less.

Yes, Admiral, bringing up statistics now.

7th Fleet
Currently Stationed: In orbit over Taledonia, Taledonian system
Make-up:
1x Imperial Class Battle Cruiser
4x Typhoon Class Destroyers
8x Victory Class Frigates
5x Support Class Frigates
3x Star Launcher Class Carriers
Time Till Ready: 1h 7min

11th Fleet
Currently Stationed: Planetary Docking Station, Planet Selk, Dorian System
Make-up:
1x Imperial Class Battle Cruiser
6x Typhoon Class Destroyers
6x Victory Class Frigates
4x Support Class Frigates
2x Star Launcher Class Carriers
Time Till Ready: 38min

2nd Imperial Fleet
Currently Stationed: In orbit above Typh, Storm System
Make-up:
1x Imperial Class Battle Cruiser
2x Protectorate Class Battle Cruisers
8x Typhoon Class Destroyers
10x Victory Class Frigates
5x Support Class Frigates
3x Star Launcher Class Carriers
Time Till Ready: 1h 30min

Get the 11th Fleet ready to go to Kosse.

Yes, Admiral. Relaying orders.

The small fleet pushed in, taking brunt hits on their boney heavily armored prows, the orbital guns doing little damage to the front of the massive hive ships. The hive was almost bred for orbital invasions, and had almost perfected it. Though space-based defence lacked, they were not defenseless, and sported many symbioatic weapons bored into the hulls of the ships that would spew acid or spikes to poke holes in enemy ships.

With unheralded speed, the sleek black, organic hive ships slipped closer, still taking the brunt of orbital defense weapons. As preemptive attacks, the ships released thousands of small spore capsules, carrying trillions of microscopic spores that would be extremely dangerous to most. Hopefully if nothing like energy fields disrupted the spores, they would make landfall in minutes after launch, ands spread across the planet's populated surfaces very quickly.

The hive within the ships started to stir, awakening from their slumbers. Warriors, Nauts, Carnifexes, Lictors, Genestealers and their broodlords, gargoyls and any other manner of species snapped wide awake.

Ships that went to attack other planets diverted away from the others, and propelled themselves straight at Kosse. Now the swarm would be coming from all sides in on the planet.

The Kazeci fleet moved in, broadcasting a constant stream of tactical data to the Taledonians on secured frequencies. Their shields ran at maximum and their weapons were charged to capacity.

As they came into range behind the nearest enemy ships, they let loose. From each of the 6 super cruisers came four brilliant gold beams, thick and powerful. Massive turrets shot back with recoil from the powerful ion beams. Each shot lasted 30 seconds as it tried to slice through the hull of its target. Smaller red beams lashed out from the ships, locking onto their targets. Within each of these beams, two photon torpedoes were fired in quick succession, hopefully slamming into their target's hull with out the interference of shielding. They were meant for the total devastation of key systems they aimed for.

The Grand Duke had finally decided on the course of action for the Kosse problem. The Imperial Galactic Guard would mobelize and fight the Tyranid on the ground. The massive Troop transport ships esscorted by the Marine Snow Leopard fleet headed toward the Kosse System the orders land and kill all the Tyranids in sight.

A massive blue ball of energy flew towards the sky as an energy cannon fired. It flew up out of the atmosphere and into space, hurling towards it's target. Several others trailed after it as the rest of the cannons fired again and again.

The fleet, however, was having a bit of hard luck, as the enemy seemed to be ignoring them and heading straight for the planet. Increasing speed, the starships moved to an intercepting path to hopefully slow them down until reinforcements arrived.

On the ground, the large spores that had been launched by the enemy crashed into buildings, arches, statues and roads, crushing them and the people unlucky enough to be caught under them. The civilian populus had been evacuated to the lower bunkers, and now only the military personel remained on the planet.

Through the streets ran the groups of busy shocktroopers, behind them the great and powerful mechs that towered up almost as high as the buildings. The various armored units such as the battle tanks moved around setting up perimeters around the spores incase anything should come out of them.

All in all, it was a strong defensive, but would it last? And what of the Chronosians, would they be able to defend their half of the planet? If not, then the swarm could easily come into the Taledonian sector and start wreaking havok on the cities.

((OOC: Just to clear one thing up. The spore pods would spew out trillions of microscopic organisms that would be extremely poisonous to unprotected people.))

The hive ships were now coming at the planet from four sides, the main fleet being pounded by oribtal defense weapons and ships, the other three not yet experiancing problems.

The main fleet consisted of five very large hive ships, the other three of three smaller hive ships each, but all carrying the same deadly cargo.

The main fleet was getting pounded from behind. Though the prows were the most heavily armored and taking almost all of the oribtal fire, the sides and back of the ships were getting picked apart, slowly, but surely. Soon two of the massive hive ships would lose their propulsion, but hopefully the drift of the ships would carry them into the planet's surface.

Even though they were getting pounded, and had been ignoring the ships and aiming directly at the planet, now it was getting more dire. Bone spikes as hard as steel were shot from organisms built into the ship, at enemy ships. Acid globs were also thrown, able to eat through any metal, given enough time. The harder the metal, the more time it would take, but eventually it would eat through, even if it took months, and the acid was not nuetralized. As they fired, ships sped towards the planets, hell bent on landing their cargo, and releasing the swarm that would consume all.

But now, Kosse was not the only planet coming under attack now. The rest of the hive fleet started to make it's appearance, over three hundred ships started to pounce on planets all over the Taledonian border worlds. Each planet that was majorly inhabitted had ten hive ships, less populated ones were attacked by five ships or less. Now this conflict was not an isolated incident, and the whole of the hive fleet was brought to bear.

ooc: Gerr, too many battle sites. Perhaps we can assume that our actions here reflect those of the other fleets over different worlds?

Ic: The Large spikes of bone were shattered by the Magnetic Particle Shielding of the Kazeci ships. Countless tiny orbs continued to randomly spin around the ships, slamming into and hopefully destroying any solid objects entering into their field. The globs of acidic substance were held back by the energy shielding in most cases, but the ships who took them most hits where overwhelmed, their shields collapsing. Desperately, they tried to beam and tractor away this terror.

Their onslaught increased. On top of the Lethal Ion Cannons and Shield Piercing Photon Torpedoes, a continuous hail of blue Zat fire plagued their foes. Each shot was relatively weak, but the sheer numbers of them would cause massive damage, at least on the surface. They were joined by seemingly invisible waves of energy, slamming into and crushing all in their path with tremendous force. The twisted tales of missiles could be seen as they chased after their fast moving prey. Larger torpedoes streaked towards the hive ships, ready to detonate their powerful explosives.

(OOC: Ouch, big mistake buddy. Kosse is pretty much the only planet that doesn't have Angel cannons at their disposal, and seeing as how your ships and soldiers are alive, they will be completely destroyed attacking the other ones.)

IC:

The hive fleets that arrived at the border worlds were immeadiatly stopped by the border field that pulled them out of FTL travel. The border fleets moved in to engage, and all of them had at least 2 ships that had Angel cannons. Calculations were made, and the cannons were fired in a position that they would rip through the majority of the enemy.

Kosse, however, was not as lucky, they had no Angels; at least not until the reinforcing fleet would arrive in another 20 minutes. But the fleets would do all in their power to destroy the enemy before they reached the planet.

(OOC: Oh yeah, Crystal Angel cannons, or Angel cannons as they are called for short, fire massive beams of pure energy that adapt to the energy of everything that isn't organic, so that they leave no signature on them. Meaning no shielding or armor can stop it. However, organic things are completely erased from existence. And now you know why you made a mistake. Geez, Chrono, you think you could have picked a more suitable person to hire to take me out. Like somebody with a robot population or something.)

Taggles

Ships scattered and sped, attempting to avoid these cannons that seemed to plague the border worlds. Hive ships scattered and distanced themselves from each other, trying to make it as difficult as possible to knock out all the hive ships. Alot would be destroyed yes, maybe even all, but there would be atleast one drop of human blood spilled before the last of the swarm was incinerated, or so they hoped.

Over Kosse, the main arrack fleet started to fall apart. Orbital guns started to chew through the boney prows and into the soft flesh that made up the ship's hull. The ships from behind had knocked out two of the hive ships' propulsion, sending the massive ships tumbling in space, the other three taking heavy damage in the prows, almost being ripped through. As one ship tumbled, the explosed spine of the ships was met with orbital gun fire, the guns ripping through the weakened ship's fleshy hull, and snapping the ship in half.

In a small ship far away from the action, but close enough to get a good visual, the 'King' Nerasfatu watched the action. He cringed with ever hit against his precious swarm, and even grew angry.

If you're going to make your move... make it now.

The Snow Leopard fleet esscorting the Guard Transport ships had finally made it to Kosse. The main Transport ships attempt to land at the Taledonian side of the conflict. The Guard sends a message to the Taledonians : (The Imperial Galactic Guard is here to reinforce your efforts agaisnt the invaders.)

The abyss rent; flames of corrupt power seething from the tears in reality that vommited forth the 2000 ships; one thousand at one side of the engagement; another, situated at the other. The first was an ornate fleet, its ships dancing with incomprehensible logic and form; shifting monstrosities of metal and blackest faith. The other, was wreathed in death; a hissing and terrible corrupt fleet of dark, plagueridden steel. Upon the flagship; Lucian stood; chuckling in his rattling voice; phlegm seething from his mask.

"Engage" He muttered.

"The Emperor's will be done..." Another voice echoed from the flagship of the Tzeentchian fleet; Severino Jeriacor laughed; his voice echoing in decadant pleasure; his loyalty to Tzeentch unshaking, even at the side of this agent of Nurgle.

The weapons crackled; roared and opened fire; as the countless cannons and weapons systems of the Imperium ignited; sending arcing blasts of energy against the Taledonian, Deatharon and Kazecistan fleets. Lucian laughed; engaging full communications; sending his message forth to the Imperium's secret allies; the time was ripe, the time was now.

"NOW!"

The Marine Fleet had orders to fire upon any ship that fired first. The Marine Ships returned fire with hundreds of missiles and distengrator fire. The Point singularity cannons also began to pound the Chronosian armada. The Fleet was giving cover so that the Guard Transport ships could land and support the Taledonian effort on the planet.

The Chronosian fleet returned fire with earnest and overwhelming desire; whether missles burst in firey glory at the hands of point defence lazers; or impacted on shields; or whether the lucky one rent and seared a hull; they fougt on. Damage was minimal; as the vast armored warships slunk forward; and began their assault. Countless missles and torpedoes hurtled towards the Deatheron fleet; overwhelming numbers of fusion weapons and cyclonic torpedoes hurtling towards them with the power to wipe clean entire worlds...

The warp cannons hissed and seethed and roared like the very fires of hell; bubbling forth in a cacophany of death and glory; surging tides of the Immateirum focussed into a weapon; and sent forth to rend the heretic asunder...

The Snow Leopard Marine Fleet finished the esscort mission. The remaining Guard Transports had landed. The Marines were definately out numbered and out gunned by the Chronosian armada. The Marine Alpha of the Fleet Isis decided that the mission was done and ordered the Snow Leopard Fleet to return to Imperial Space. The surriveing Ships fired another volley of missiles and distengrator fire and opened up wormholes to there home system. The losses were incrediable to say the least. The Sheer mass of the Chronosian weapons overwhelmed the Marines defenses.

The Chronosian fleet; missing at least two vessels, perhaps three or four, indeed; turned towards the Kazecistani and Taledonian vessels; and opened fire; every weapon roaring as one, a singular wave of awe-inspiring destruction; the roars of chaotic laughter echoed through space; the waves of Tzeentchian might and the sheer destruction and death epitomised by Nurgle hurtled forth; bio-weapons gleaming amongst the bombardment; to penetrate and infect following primary hull breaches...

Nurgle would have his prize; and the Emperor would reward his dear son; for he would aid in bringing Taledonia to its knees; and with it; the Republic, ripe and mewling to be taken by the allies Chronosia acted for.

It had turned bad. The Chronosians had betrayed the shacky truce that was shared by the Empire and the Imperium; but almost everyone knew it was coming, and the result would be very chaotic for both sides, especially if the two Emperors met; and blood fought with blood.

But for the time being, the Kosse defensive fleet, being still in good condition from the swarm, left the orbital defenses to deal with the rest while they turned to face the Chronosian menace. The force was meager at best compared to the superior numbers of the Chronosians, but the objective was not to win, but merely to stall for time until the reinforcements arrived.

Space was no longer the only battlefield, as the Taledonian garrisons on the surface began firing their artillery and long ranged weaponary across the border at neighbouring Chronosian towns and military installations. The Deatharon marines were also asked to go to the border and reinforce them there, incase the Chronosian legions moved to counter the bombardment.

Peace was no gone from the galaxy, and only one side would be named victor. The loser would be erased from history, but the winner would be glorified throughout eternity, and would live to expand further throughout the universe.

The Border erupted into blood and fire as Taledonian artillery hit home; bunkers splintering, earth shaking, marines and guardsmen hurled this way and that; before the counterattack sundered forth. Basilisk Artillery roared in bloody volleys of scathing fire; Predator and Leman Russ tanks poured forth, their cannons and lascannons roaring in unison as they steamed forth.

Marines leapt barricades and barbed wire in single bounds; bolters roaring skyward, mixing with terrible chants of war and blood. The thunder of artillery dimmed, eclipse by something quite like the howl of some angry beast. Dirt flew as the Combat Bikes, heavily armored, but deadly fast, leapt across the no-mans land between the two; treads screeching into dirt as they plunged towards the Taledonian Border. Hell was being joined on the world.

And high above, Heaven was ablaze; the roar of Chronosian weapons p[ouring upon the Taledonians and their orbital defences; even as they fought back. An exploding ship; its debris marring the void; vomitting forth flame, personnel and wreckage; passed the mighty flagship. Lucian did not even blink; merely instructing further attacks on the Taledonians; while Severino advanced from behind and around; against the Taledonian's and the Kazeci's. Death and Change both waxed full in the skies about the disputed world; and it seemed, that all about the defenders; hope waned.

Yet this was the just the beginning

The heavens roared, as the small group of Taledonian defenders continued to put on a good fight, but they knew nothing could hold back the Chronosian horde until the reinforcements arrived, and that was still twenty minutes away. The enemy came on both sides, surrounding the Republic forces, but not completely taking an advantage. At the right moment, the trap would spring, and it would be the Chronosians who would be in the hell that they had created.

While down on Kosse, the shocktroopers in the deep bunkers opened up. Blasters firing rapidly, filling the gap between them and the advancing enemy army with red streaks as the energy blasts flew forth. Larger beams flew, as the battle tanks fired their cannons, and the rockers blarred from both the portable rocket launchers some of the troops had, and the missile defense systems set up at the border.

The Chronosians had countered with not only an invasion force, but with their own artillery, which smashed into the ground, sending dirt and mud flying everywhere. Some even found their way home into the trenches, sending men, equipment and other things flying into the air, only to come crashing down again in various pieces.

The enormous mechs that had been send to the border also started to engage. The Commander mechs, standing like men with encumbersome armor on, took aim and fired their massive blasters that seemed more like massive chainguns. In the other hand, their mighty rockets flying forth, and crashing into the ground and enemy alike, creating craters and trenches of their own.

The raptor mechs, looking exactly that, like raptors, simply ducked their heads and sent volleys of missiles flying at the enemy. Occasionally jumping into the air to avoid an artillery blast. They let out tremendous roars from their metal mouths; and charged past the trenches and at the incoming enemy. Their once metal claws illuminating into energy blades, and slashing at the enemy tanks and bikers, and at the very ground to swipe at groups of infantry. Energy mines came from their shoulders also, and some headed towards the ground to track enemy, while others stood in the sky to intercept any missiles that might fly at their creators.

Lightning and thunder filled the sky, and was joined by the sounds of the explosions and blasts, and the great trumpets of the Taledonian legions sitting next to the standards with golden eagles, and the deafening roars of the raptors; finally accompanied by the sound of fighters and bombers shouting overhead and releasing their deadly onslaughts.

Men torn from their bikes; or cleaved from their tanks, lay dieing; Space Marines; Guardsman; corrupt blood of every kind mingled on the battlefield; but still they came; relentless. It was not the way of Chronosians to surrender; nor to lose. And as the rain began to pour; they fought on; gleaming Power armor illuminated by lightning flashes as they surged forth; the Eight Pointed Star glimmering on the helmets and uniforms of the guardsmen. A Commander walked amongst his men, his human men; and smoked a cigar; seeming an iron tower of strength amidst the rain and mud; his plasma pistol raised as he took another shot at the enemy; sabre thrust into the air with a roar; inspiring those who fought at his side to fight on. They were not Space Marines; but these Guardsmen would fight to the death, with the fury of a Catachan Devil.

At the front lines; space marines plunged into hell; bolters roaring; blood and dirt water sloshing against their corrupt yet Regal armor; even as some fell to the Xenos they fought; others scrambled forth, bodies kicked aside in the mud-smeared craters and remains of walls toppled beneath fallen Marines. The hiss and howl of Bolters echoed; the clank of great engines of war; the howl as Dreadnoughts strode forward; lascannon and autocannon tearing at the enemy; or the crash of Artillery from an advancing Defiler; the great Arachnid frame lashing out with immense claws; flamers screaming at those who drew to close.

The Chronosian garrison drew upon every strength and cunning; more powerful, in some respects than the bolterfire and roar of chainsword that echoed across the battlefield; as the Chronosians plunged headfirst into war and hellish conflict.

It was as though they had been born there.

The shocktroopers continued to fire relentlessly at the advance of the Chronosian horde, becoming more and more desperate to keep them away, but still taking in the sweet thought that soon they would be able to engage them hand to hand.

The golden blood was spilled all over the ground, and was soaking into the wet ground now as the fallens allies continuously stepped into the puddles of blood and sweat, taking their brothers place at the forefront. The ground still being skimmed by the trillions of energy blasts flinging forth amonst the legs of the advancing mechs, who still rained destruction on the enemy.

As the enemy crossed the invisible line that was the border and into the muddy trenches, slamming into the Taledonian defenders with their chainswords and bolters.

Amongts the front ranks, was Oilus, son of Grachus, who lifted his blaster to meet the oncoming foe, but met death as his enemy bested him and sent him to the muddy floor and the puddle of his own blood. Along with him, was Garreth, the Howler as he was called amongst his squad; the Howler who dropped his gun in the close quarters, and drew his energy blade, entering the fray of close battle. And Dio, son of Plotmey Gavrick, who's wise words of the ripe age were know in the city of Forkton; also entered the fray with energy blade drawn, and plasma pistol spewing out blue death. And Franklin, who was brother to another soldier, tried to draw his close weapon to save his young life, but was cut down from the waist, and sent to the heavens. And the screams of men, beasts and machines alike roared around the scene, and the shrieks of thunder continued to drain it all out momentarily. The thunder that came from above.

And above even the thunder and lightning, the battle of space continued to rage. The small fleet holding it's ground as two frigates exploded into temporary balls of fire, then succeeding into floating debris amongst the battle.

The massive balls of energy flying forth from the energy cannons flew towards the Chronosian fleet, followed and accompanied by energy torpedoes, turbo lasers, and small craft who went to do attack runs.

The fleet shook and steadied; opening fire against the planet itself and the enemy fleet; as ships burst asunder at the onslaught of the enemy. Yet still; fighting with renewed vigor; the Chronosians fought on. Ships roared with Warp Cannon and turbo lazer; ion cannon and fusion weapon; all hurled forth to purfiy the void and the world below in the name of Chaos...

The Chronosians fought on; a marine stumbled back, clutching a molten breastplate, sinking to his knees as an energy blade took his throat; falling into a pool of his own seething blood. A Guardsman was torn apart by artillery fire; a Predator flipped, flaming as it slammed into a shattered trench wall; its crew struggling in the furnace of its belly.

Nothing mattered now on the world, except killing; death had become their terrible art; and it was perpetuated a hundred fold; as Marines surged forward; and far above, Lucian gave the order for biological weapons salvos to be fired at the border and the main Taledonian population centres.

He sat alone, in the midst of a great chamber; walls writhing with runes and offerings; flesh dancing to the tune of moaning and hissing, tormented victims of disease and death, fuelling the runes as he muttered his incantation. A crackle of warp energy; a whirr of machinary as drop pods began to hurtle towards the planet; and yet now, Lucian was elsewhere.

The rain came heavy as Lucian materialised in the midst of a Taledonian trench, spinning as the gasps and curses filled the air; scythe swinging with preternatural speed and strength; nurglings hissing beneath his feet; slipping from the Immaterium; the walls of mud and the dead bristled with them, these carrion feeding blobs of Nurgle's wrath; as Lucian advanced; his armor gleaming with blood, mud and ichors from his own tainted body. A great roar bellowed from his lungs as he charged forth; and the hive billowed forth from his being; swarms of nurgle-tainted insects pouring from his armor, feasting on the rapidly bloating dead; and seething forth to consume the Living.

Death itself had come to Kosse. And it was time to feed.

Silently, Nerasfatu sat on his throne of blood and flesh, veins pulsing and vibrating, sending vile, yet life giving liquids through-out the ship, nourishing the giant living creature.

The silence was broken. Nerasfatu growled a low half-human half-alien growl, his mind reverberating the waves of the growl through the sheer psi force that eminated from him, the force he has yet to harness.

Slowly the ship started to slip away towards the Chaos fleet, weaving through any enemy fire they came across, and heading straight for the command ship.

Nerasfatu was angry. A very large number of his swarm was just decimated due to, in his opinion, "Piss poor" timing. The rest of the hive fleet was atleast a day away, and would not make it to the battle to be of any help, not that he would send any, seeing how much his allies seemed toc are about the well being of his children.

Open your doors, I am coming in.

Silently the ship glided towards the command ship of the chaos fleet.

The message resounded from the flagship of Lord Severino; the Storm of Tzeentch; echoing in the mind of the King of this Swarm; these Tyranids who had made such useful pawns in this little engagement; a fine distraction that had assured that the Deatharon escort was driven off swiftly; and placed Taledonian and Kazeci fleets in reach of the Imperium; in preparation for the grand guignol.

"Come forth, I shall greet you; but be swift; we are, as you may have noticed; fighting a war."

The small hive ship entered the bay of the large Chronosian ship, and immediatly touched down and opened its fleshy hatches.

Out came Nersafatu, flanked by two large, yet agile lictors, who stayed on either side of the hatch, while Nerasfatu made his way to the bridge. His clawed feet clanked on the defiled floor of the chaos ship, him sometimes having to lean down a little in order to avoid the bulkheads. A new long boney black tail whipped back and forth, almost smacking or impailing the chaos who were running about in the midst of the battle.

Finally he made his way to the bridge, his long chitinous legs, and muscular boney left arm twitching in an almost anger.

"This is your you repay your little alliance with us? Send our-...my swarm into the fray and let us be obliterated? How long will you use us to do your... bitch work?!" He spoke, his voice echoing in his psi energies, his head sounding like a crowd of people with different toned voices as he talked. And ofcourse, the last bit of his setence was the little human that was left in him, and was very angry. Though he quickly composed himself.

The blue six-sided HTs appeared near Kosse's orbit. Out of the Hypertunnels emerged the 10th Fleet Vanguard, ready for to begin.

Ships:
6 Celesk Frigates
6 Redenre Crusiers
5 Bregol Destroyers
4 Fredtquv Cruiser-Destroyers
2 Command-ships
5 Hebel Light carriers
3 Grevulu Heavy Carriers
2 Command ships
2 Judgment nuclear frigates
1 Apocalypse

"Quickly, quickly, into formation, we don't have time to drift" said Admiral Greecksef over the comm "We need to be ready last wave."

Doron borded his personal flagship that had just left the shipyard. He was provided with an elite crew to run the Night Hawk . He replaced his cloak with a black military uniform that had holsters for both his light sabers. The Sith Knight joined up with the fleet that he would be controling.

The Empire gave him 800 ships to control for this battle. 300 Frontlineships and 500 Patrolships.

As he reached the bridge he informed the communications offer to send out a message to Chronosia.
My apologies for being late. There were last minute modifications needing to be made. We shall be at your side and following you very shortly.

With that, the ships bent through space and time itself and sped towards the battlezone

"Alright, once we get past the moon begin the bombardment. If you see an enemy ship in your line of fire, don't stop. The planet isn't our only priority. But don't hit our allies" ordered Greecksef.

The battle raged on, and the Taledonian fleet continued to lose life, as another frigate was destroyed along with a carrier. The fighters had taken on the job of intercepting the weapons being fired down at the army on the planet, in hopes that they could keep the fleets in space and the men could deal with the Chronosian hordes. They intercepted many, and their ruins fell down to earth.

Earth that was destroyed by black flames and mountains of carcasses. The swarm of insects bused annoyingly around the troops, pecking at the armor but doing little else. The men continued to fight, plunging deeper into the enemy as they continued to pour into the trenches.

Olin, a mere infantryman with no name in which he was renown, thrust at an enemy, plunging his energy blade deep into it's belly, but receiving a blast to the head; his armor glinting as the shield protected him, but was useless against the blade that took his head next. And Troitus, sitting in the middle ranks, still clinging to his blaster and firing into the fray. Turning, he saw the Chronosian prince coming through the lines, killing almost all in his path with the exception of those who moved out of the way. Turning, he took careful aim, and fired with everything he had at the enemy prince, hoping to cut him out quickly. He continued to fire, his energy blasts seemingly being taken by all the bloody insects that swarmed the dark prince, but he continued fruitfully until Lucian took his arms and legs, leaving him crippled and useless on the battlefield to die.

Marcus sat in his battle tank, firing the cannon as his gunner sat above him, firing the turret, trying to keep those that came out the other end of the trench away from the tanks. It was going well, until a Commander mech was hit by an artillery shell and fell to the ground, crushing the tank in a massive ball of flames. The tank beside it consumed as well by a piece of a TF-20 that fell to the ground.

"Ready...Begin!" announced Greecksef, ordering the fleet to fire anyway their allies were not.

The 11th Vanguard erupted with a storm of Boomers(very hot, explode) and Beemers(guidable Boomers).

Darth Vicious (Doron) stood on the edge of the bridge as he looked at the tactical screen of the battlefield. He noticed that most enemy ships had been already driven away or destroyed. The majority of the battle was taken place on the planet surface. The Abh approach to a ground battle was to just destroy everything on the surface-no more ground battle- or just pound the planet into submission. They had brought enough resources that it could be done if the Chronosians so desired.

Doron looked at the screen displaying his fleet. " I want 100 Frontlineships to prepare for mine attack. I want all Patrolships to fuel mines and load rifles. I want all shields at maximum power." He looked around at his crew. "Shields at maximum. I want mines fueled and torpedoes armed. Rifles loaded and all energy weapons readied."

The Abh fleet perpared to move into action.

Two transmissions were sent just before the fleet jumped out.
One closed,Taledonian and Republic forces, we deeply regret our parting, but Kazecistan is under attack and we are desperately needed.
The other open for all,DELENDE EST CHRONOSIA!

The Thrid Army of the Imperial Galactic Guard had defended the Taledonian border from the feared Tyranids and Chronisan onslaught. The Sakkra infantry had litterly entrenched itself and kept up a rapid phaser fire on enemy forces that went to close. The Infantry was supported by massive Imperial Walkers offering heavy support agaisnt massive amounts of enemies weither Chronisan or Tyranid. The Battle had clamied the lives of many Infantry men and the Grendarl Shock troops were called up to launch a counter offenisve with the Mrshaan commando squads. They would be supported by the 2nd tank division.


OOC: Imperial Walkers: Modified AT-AT with Point SIngularity cannon mounted on back.

"Remember, when engaging an unknown enemy, the best weapon is shock. Strike hard and fast, do not let your will Falter."
- Ulinjara During the Druidic Wars.

Ulin Crathna Makalanin paced the decks, his eyes dashing across his crew. They moved with efficiancy, directing the ship with a amazing presision. He stood on the deck of the Ulinjara Super Ship, Personal Craft of the Collector, and he was disturbed. His authority over the Thirty Kilometre battleship had never been comprimised, but the Collector himself was comming to Take command. Two hundred Craft, And Two thousand fighters moved through hyperspace along side the beamoth.

There was a commotion, before two men steped aside for a Figure drapped in Deep Green robes. He moved with a fluid grace, and as he dropped his hood, it showed the slanted ears and eyes of a Elythid. Immidietly the deck bowed to the handsom man before them.

"My Lord Collector, we are about to deploy, this is the current combat situation" He pulled up a map. "There is fierce fighting across the planet, I suggest..."

"No, that is foolish, that is where combat is at its strongest, our Danger there is high. We will strike the side with least fighting. All ships are to lock on entry vectors to appear at locations I am sending. They will immidietly begin Normal fire protocol." He nodded. "Begin."

On the side of the planet where the fighting was less, The two hundred ships exited hyperspace. Missiles fired, as the Rail Cannons fired their three shot salute. Thunk---Thunk---Thunk The Ulinjara supership let loose its Various cannons in a salute that thundered across the ship.

The Republic would be crushed.

OOC for infomation, I am attacking the Republic forces.

sIC:
"What? But we were coming to a peace agreement? But sir! But, but!"

The man on the other end of the transceiver was cut off by the Admiral, as he curtly went to work. A short, bald man, the Admiral had no received his command through wealth or bravery, but sheer strategic brilliance. He was not, however, known for his political correctness.

He had planned this strike for a long time, calling in favours left and right in the Council of Unity, blackmailing and bribing with abandon, and now it was paying off. His employer, the former Exarch Emperor, the one who the Council had so foolishly thought powerless, was planning a return to power, although albeit differently.

This time, all he wanted was control over the Council, and the power that would give him. The Admiral had no idea why he was instigating this war, nor why he wanted the entire offensive fleet, a body of ships rarely used to a hundredth of their potential, to attack Taledonia itself.

Almost a thousand non-fighter ships had been gathered, an action that the Admiral knew would nigh-ruin the League's finances, and cause undue strain on the law-enforcement system. He didn't know that the League could gather a force so large, and he had no doubt that rebellion would be the result, as well as him having to command a rather motley fleet.

However, it delighted him to be able to command such a huge fleet, and he had two simple objectives. Firstly, he would launch an attack with four hundred ships, a number that the Taledonians surely could not match, and raze Taledon to a smouldering ruin. Hell, he would obliterate the planet entirely, and move onwards, obliterating planet after planet, until the Republic was no more...

Secondly, he would keep the second fleet in reserve, in Truespace, providing both a handy escape route, and a powerful reinforcement, just in case the Republic happened to overwhelm his standing, more elite forces, not to mention the FTLi generators they could activate.

No, the Republic stood no chance. What with the Taledonian forces spread so thin, with the attack on Kosse, the betrayal of Chronosia, the fleet led to Hydrogen-Land, it was doubtful they could muster the force needed to destroy this fleet, especially with the location of each Taledon defense cannon marked, and the shields tuned somewhat, so that they were primed against Taledonian fire. Indeed, they had even developed an anti-Crystal Angel Cannon method, although it was fairly primitive.

So, the fleet, with the sleek, black dreadnoughts and cruisers leading the way, the destroyers and frigates winging out to the sides, the carriers in the middle, and the gunships scouting on ahead, below, or above.

Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared, hiding the ships from view. When it faded, they were gone.

[Admiral, ETA 3 hours. Truespace corridor already established. Weaponry and shields charging in preparation for the assault on Taledon.]

"Cease the bombardment. Get ready to land" ordered Greecksef. And so the fleet headed towards the planet, and the Hebels and Grevulus deployed the landing craft and fighters to unleash havoc on the enemy.
"We are to deploy at the near the front lines but behind the enemy. We shall assisst them in destroying any Republic ground forces we encounter. Now get to it" said GOC Peryry.

The fighters screamed through the air, firing at anything that was not an ally, clearing the way for the dropships to land and unload their cargo. The dropships moved through the air quickly, but not as fast as the fighters. They quickly approached their LZs and turned around, "cooling" them with their own weaponry. Their rear doors opened and came down, unleashing the horde of troops and machines within. The Greckens emerged from their dropship and fired their energy cannons at the enemy, mealting the ground and kicking into the air where they missed their foes. The Vergers attacked the enemy armor air, firing their missiles and rail guns. The Vigers stormed from their berths, explosive shells leaping from their cannons. The Gearhead robots swarmed from their ships, firing their projectile rifles at any enemy. The infantry squads deployed, attacking their designated foes.

"Sir no response from the enemy."

Doron looked down at the man who was on one knee with his head bowed. "Very good. Move the fleet forward and prepare to fire on Taledonia ground defenses. I want all defense cannons of theirs brought low. Bring the Night Hawk forward and ready the energy weapons. Prepare the ion cannon."

The black ship moved forward as it came into range of Taledonia's ground cannons. The ship opened fire on the ground targeting anything that wasn't an ally.

The Grendarl Shock troops charge out of the trench and head towards the Chronosians. The 2nd tank division follows suite offering heavy support agaisnt enemy tanks and other transport devices. The Mrrshan Comando squads start sniping out Chronosian positions and targeting officers.

And the Chronosians fight back with a bloody determination for victory. Plague Marine Drop Pods split the skies; raining like gleaming black icicles upon the prostrate world laid below them. The pods burst open, and countless marines poured forth; their armor smeared green with pus and ichor; stained red with blood. Phlegm tainted roars echoed forth as they plunged against the marauding horde; bolters roaring; the great titan of death and disease; the plagueridden Primarch, Lucian, standing at their head; his great scythe slick with the blood of countless men; runes hungering for even more...

Artillery thundered and heavy guns roared against the Deatharon advance; even as troops fell and the occasional vehicle burst into flame and fell; Dreadnoughts moved across the battlefield; howling in ancient wrath, weapons blazing as they plunged against the Defenders.

The Grendarl shock troops attacked with the vercousity of a people who were honor bound to defend there homeland and allies to the last. The seven foot tall superlizards used there phasers rifles to deadly effect. When they were to close they would use there bayonets. The Plasma grendades were employed to stem the tide of Plague Marines that seemed to just keep comeing. The 2nd Tank Division pull back but pounded the Chronosian positions from a distance. The Mrrshan Commando squads started to use there field cloaking devices to start covert sneak attacks upon the Chronosians. The Dreadnoughts were targeted by the Imperial Walkers Point Singualrity Cannon. The big guns were now employed.

OOC: *cough* Losses.

OOC: Sorry wrote my post to fast.

IC: The Shock troops were taking the brunt of the enemy. several of them fell before enemy fire. The heavy guns were taking a toll on the tanks and infantry divisions. It was one hell of a blood bath. This was the type of fighting the Imperial Galactic Guard was trained for. The corpses of fallen Grendarl were littered on the Ground along with ruined tanks.

Marines and Guardsmen alike fell; even as more surged forward; the ground littered with bodies, stained red with blood. Nothing would stop them; not even the deaths of their comrades; not as they slammed forth like some great juggernaut of Chaos born power. Nurgle waxed strong here; feeding on death and disease, calling out to his favored servants; urging his truest warrior onwards; and Lucian would not fail him; not now, at this moment of uttermost victory. Armor met armor; shells poured forth in bloody rains; even as a Leman Russ tank was torn asunder; and a Dreanought slumped, legs torn from its armored form.

The roars of lust for death and glory echoed like the songs of sirens across the battlefield; Lucian slammed his weapon forward against his foes; wreathed in the putrescent miasma of flies and disease; pushing against these new enemies with a cold and calculated glee.

Nurgle hungered; Papa Nurgle would be fed. Lucian desired glory and power, and in return for these sacrifices; his Master would reward him...The entire war, seemed to crackle with heat and energy; the entire conflict a sacrifice; offered before the Gods.

The Evon Colonel Kamesh recieved word from the General to pull out of this conflict. The Third Army would be needed for repeling the Neo Zetan invasion. The 4th and 5th Infantry division along with the 1st Imperial Walker division would cover the retreat of the rest of the Army which would be heading for the Guard Transport ships. The Goal escape from this hopless conflict. The Grendarl and Mrrshan pulled out with the rest of the Army. The remaining forces would be sacrificed to save the rest of the Third Army.

The small hive ship entered the bay of the large Chronosian ship, and immediatly touched down and opened its fleshy hatches.

Out came Nersafatu, flanked by two large, yet agile lictors, who stayed on either side of the hatch, while Nerasfatu made his way to the bridge. His clawed feet clanked on the defiled floor of the chaos ship, him sometimes having to lean down a little in order to avoid the bulkheads. A new long boney black tail whipped back and forth, almost smacking or impailing the chaos who were running about in the midst of the battle.

Finally he made his way to the bridge, his long chitinous legs, and muscular boney left arm twitching in an almost anger.

"This is your you repay your little alliance with us? Send our-...my swarm into the fray and let us be obliterated? How long will you use us to do your... bitch work?!" He spoke, his voice echoing in his psi energies, his head sounding like a crowd of people with different toned voices as he talked. And ofcourse, the last bit of his setence was the little human that was left in him, and was very angry. Though he quickly composed himself.

Severino slammed his crackling warp staff into the ground, his anger boiling forth in a palpable wave. His eyes blazed like the orbs of dieing suns, his teeth clenched, before he strode forward; snarling with a near animal rage.

"You dare to think yourself more important than the Imperium; Insect!" He bellowed "My Brethern fight and die below, and you whine because a few of your hive ships are lost to the void. You should be grateful that the Gods do not decide that your race is forfeit to the Warp. Think of all we have given you; you would not exist if not for us; you would not be here, growing; evolving; if not for us..."

It was a jackass move, but a necesarry one to protect the Empire. The entire Taledonian galaxy was sealed off in a seperate dimension, accessible only by them. Kosse was left to it's fate however, and the fleets were all being recalled to the secret waypoint where they would go to the seperate dimension.

(OOC: Yeah, I know this is a very bad post, and that it's a really jackass move to make, as I already said, but I'm taking a break from NS for awhile because of RL problems and don't want to know that I'm being attacked. I will still RP Kosse, but the rest of my places are sealed up tight until I return.)

OOC: Well, I updated my deployment post.

Nerasfatu stood his ground. His tail coiled and quivered, as if getting ready to strike, but that was merely reflexsive, and not a very agressive move.

"What have you given us? Status as cannon fodder? In every conflict we have been in involving you, we were the first in, getting blown to tiny... bloody... bits. We may be endless, but the constant loss is getting *very* dissatisfying!"

He took a step close, a bold move to secure his ground.

"You fail to see our power... Primarch..." He almost spat out 'Primarch'. "Start respecting us. Start giving *us* our due! I will not tollerate us being used as cannon fodder and pawns, around to do your dirty work!"

He started to get more malicious in his tone.

"And your... All powerful... Dark Gods... What have they ever done for us? Nothing... just like you... cease your threats, they are useless and will only cause more conflict."

Again he composed himself.

"Treat us as equals, or there will be no alliance. Treat us like your right hand force, the hand that doesn't scoop up dirt... or there will be no alliance. I do not care if we lose should war come, but there will be a scar left that would never be healed."

He outbursted in a raw psi power his last words, shaking the bulkheads on the bridge and the consoles.

Give us our due!

A raw blast of psychic force was hurled forth; the Primarch's fist rising and clenching; the ships walls buckling, twisting and sparking about the two figures. "You wish your due? You wish your respect? A place at my fathers right hand? Prove yourself, worm. Prove yourself and your armies; here and now; sweep aside the fools of the Republic; bring death and glory and progress and change to every battlefield! Do this, and you shall have your due" He released his psychic grip, hissing, growling for air.

"Am I understood, oh great King?!" He nearly spat the word; looming over the being; armor hissing with runes, alive with the power of Chaos. "Do you think you can handle the task?"

He took a step back, and simply nodded. He had metaphorically kowtowed, and left the bridge, making his way back to his shuttle, and launching away from the ship.

He reached out with his mind to his queen, and created much static around his psi communications, making it impossible to interppret them.

You were right, My Queen. They are greedy, ill-hastened and dangerous to even us.

The queen replied, her psychic words soudning much like a young woman.

Yessss, see what happens when you disobey me?

Nerasfatu responded.

I do... but they are our only ticket to the powers of their... dark gods. We will do what we must, and I will hear no more from you.

He broke the link, and sped towards his fleet.

The Guard Transports loaded up there troops. The Transports headed out of Kosse and towards the now besieged Antaries Galaxy. The goal get to a wormhole gate and jump to the Aries Supercluster.

Nerasfatu had long returned to his fleet and was making it close to the Kosse system once again. His plan was to help the Chronosians take the planet, but now they spotted enemy ships starting to leave the system.

Nerasfatu grinned, and ordered half his fleet, nearly one thousand ships of the hive, inculding hive ships and destroyers, to follow the ones trying to escape.

Tyranid ships would never catch up on conventional means, they were slow, lumbering powerful ships. So they devised a tactic.

Every minute, ten hive ships and/or destroyers would try to warp jump directly infront of the running ships, saving them much time and catching them up, while also trying to block off their passage.

So this happened, the first ten ships jumped towards the Deatharons. They missed alittle, exiting the warp a few miles from the ships, though alittle bit ahead of these ships. The second group jumped, again missing, but landing a bit close, but still a few miles away. The third jumped, again landing closer.

This would continue until they pinpointed the coordinates enough to jump almost on top of the enemy ships. Mean while, a group of three hundred jumped 100 miles infront of the fleeing ships, and spread themselves out, forming a blockade expanding several tens of miles in any direction, two dimensional. They only guessed where the ships would go, but they asumed the fleeing ships would stay on their course.

The remaining 200 ships that had no mission, jumped at random points infront of the fleeing ships, off to the side and above the direct line, hoping to catch the ships should they turn off and try to flee in another direction.

The Deatharon Guard Transports stayed in formation. The incomeing hive ships were viciously assualted with rapid fire phaser cannons. The goal was to deter the Tyranid so they would follow to the Antaries Galaxy. The Galaxy was now just a massive series of black holes.

The hive ships that were close enough to be attacked, took lash after lash of phaser fire. But so did they hive return fire. They shot acid globs at the ships, and bone spikes as hard as steel.

Hive ships that were in those random places started to close in on the fleeing ships, soon the ships themselves would make a web that the ships would not be able to fit through physically, if the fleeing ships kept their present course and speed.

The ships that were close enough, the very close ones, started to lash out massive long tentacles at the ships as they passed by. Some hive ships got a running start, steaming ahead of the ships, so that when the faster ships passed by, there would be more time to try and entrap some of these ships in the long extremely durable tentacles.

The fleet moved in for the kill.

The A.I. system picked up the random movements of the Tyranids. The pattern of attack made no sense. The A.I. ordered an immediate wormhole jump to the Gate. The Massive amount of energy surrounded each Transport as it was to "jump into" The forming wormhole. The weapons and shields went off line during the power up this left a number of Transports vulenerable to Tyranid attack. The A.I. estimated that only 30% of the retreating force would be destroyed.

More and more ships closed in, from all sides, speeding as fast as they could to their targets.

Spikes shot, acid flew, and tentacles lashed out and phsycally tried to grasp as many ships as they could, to keep them from jumping.

The hive fleet was almost massed around these ships now, they did they're best efforsts to stop as many as they could.

The A.I. self destructed as many ships that were captured as possiable. This however was a diffcult chore and many ships were still in Tyranid "hands". The Surriving ships jumped and headed out of the now obvious trap of the Tyranids.

OOC: Trying to jump into a wormholes and self destructed ships at the same time is diffcult for any A.I. system.

Edit: The A.I. is trying to blow up the ships that are caught by the Tyranids tenticales. The problem (mainly so I am not called a god modder.) is that to do this it has to divert power from the jump making it harder to blow up the ships. Thus leaving some to do as you please.

OOC: Alright, I don't understand your last IC sentence. Going to bed, will continue tomarrow.

With several psychic screeches, the tentacles blasted apart as some of the ships under their grasp exploded into firey balls. The others had peices of tentacles cut off as the ships jumped away, taking peices of the tentacles with them.

Otherwise, the rest of the ships that had not detonated yet were still held tightly by the others. Strong thick tentacles started to crush and mangle the ships' engine sections, trying to "gently" rip off the portions and throw them away, so that there would be no more explosions.

At this same time, hive ships approached the reamining ships, and latched the transports onto them. There the hive ships would start eatign through the hull of the enemy ships, and try to send wave after wave of the swarm to take over the ship, hopefully leaving a couple alive for... informaiton.

The Internal defenses of the each ship was acivated. The Phaser turrets would constantley fire upon any intruding creatures that entered the captured ships. The constant fireing was racking at the Swarms. The Troops on board also fired trying to stay alive. This was turning into a nightmare for the Deatharon soldiers inside.

Wave after wave of hormagaunts(Basic weak Tyranids, melee based) were cut down in the fire. But it seemed for every one they killed, ten more would take its place, along with more powerful hive creatures such as warriors, lictors, and genestealers.

Several ships started to latch onto one ship, making each enemy ship have three or four different points at which the swarm was tromping through. With every passing minute, more and more of the swarm tromped in, and with each passing minute, they seemed to grow more and more vicious and malicious.

Wave after wave of Termagaunts(Basic weak Tyranids, melee based) were cut down in the fire. But it seemed for every one they killed, ten more would take its place, along with more powerful hive creatures such as warriors, lictors, and genestealers.

OOC: Hormagaunts. Termagants have ranged symbiotes, flesh borers for the most part.

OOC, Ah, always get those two confused, shall fix.

many of the ships defenses were losing energy strength from constantley shooting at so many creatures that just kept comeing. The Deatharon Troops had to take up the slack which meant more deaths. The screams of the dying could be heard through out the ships. The Soldiers fought like rats caught in a trap.

The boarding action seemed to slow down. Less and less of the smaller creatures swarmed, but still came through, until finally they topped coming.

There was an earie silence.

That changed when huge creatures almost two stories high ripped through the ship's bulkheads. Any hallway they did fit in, they would most likely fill the entire thing. Any hallways they couldn't fit through, they simply cut through and made themselves fit. Though they had no where to run if they came under fire, the sheer amount of armor, and the huge scythe like blades they hefted on their arms were more than enough to make up for this. Carnifexes, the swarm's tanks.

After they made their explosive entrance, the swarms of hormagaunts flooded back in. Meanwhile, Genestealers and their Broodlords made their way to the brigdes and anywhere else the swarm thought important personel would be. Any heavily arm soldiers would be killed along the way by the swarms of genestealers and their lords. Any very lightly or unarmed personel, that were dressed in any sort of flashy or elborate clothing would be captured, and crippled, but not killed.

The Evon Colonel watched as his guards were slaughtered and the enemy came at him. He pulled out his hand phaser and fired at his incomeing attackers. He screamed, "Long live the Emperor!"


The Men were taking heavy losses. The Mrrshan Commando's had a plan to take out the Carnifex's in a hallway thus blocking the swarms advance. The Commando's took aim and hoped there Phasers would take it out by sheer fire power.

The genestealers swarmed upon the officer. They gnashed and ravaged their claws, grasping at non-vital points and trying to rip them to shreds, such as arms and legs, but without totally removing them, as to not set in shock, which might kill the officer.

Few carnifexes were smart enough to use their massive blades as sheields, and kept advancing. But most were not smart, thus they toppled like huge bags of bricks. When they fell, there was few points in which the hormagaunts could fit through, but they still did and could only come in single file through two points near the top.

The warriors had noticed the problem, and started clawing at bulkheads to their sides, ripping through the metal, and trying to find an alternate route to soldiers who had cut themselves off, past the heaps of bleeding tanks.

Still, more and more of the swarm poured in. It was almost getting to the point where the ones that weren't in combat, were crowded into each other, and in some cases, on top of each other.

The Evon Colonel fought untill he was to weak and injured to fight. He screamed and shot his enemies but they were showing no mercey. The Evon Colonel now prayed for death.

The Soldiers took advantages of the swarm comeing single fire. This reserved ammo and saved lifes. The Grendarl Shock troops waited for the swarm to break through they planed to use heavy plasma rifles when they got to close. The soldiers started to get the Plasma grenades to destroy the build up of swarms that seemed intent on killing them.


OOC: heavy plasma rifles are our equalvent of a shot gun at close range.

The genestealers took their last slashes, moving over their own dead, and dragging the officer away. He would be good intel.

More and more of the swarm poured in. Walls were torn to shreds as they made new halls for themselves. A new command was set in though. Tear down very wall, but leave the structural supports. Imeddiatly, those of the swarm that were idle, started to rip and claw at the metal, tearing sheets from the supports, and spilling over into other rooms and halls, tearing their walls off aswell. Even parts of the floor and ceiling were ripped open to make easy access between levels, without tearing up their walking path. The swarm could not fit in the original ship design, so they would make themselves fit.

The warriors broke through on the soldiers though, and were met with ferocious plasma fire, the concentrated fire taking downt he warriors very quickly, and the hormagaunts behind the warriors. But still they kept going. Now they knew the enemy would not go down without a fight, so all there was left to do is exaust the enemy's ammunition... tyranid's specialty.

Tens of thousands of the swarm still poured in, in all the captured ships, now spreading out more because of the missing walls, and more readily able to savage those who still wished to fight.

The officer offered no resitance as he was dragged away to wait he hoped was a quick death.


The ammo was indeed running out. The remaining soldiers tryed to hold the tyranid back with bayonets once there ammo supply was gone. The soldiers even used ammo backs from dead comrades. The situation looked bleak. The troops knew they were doomed. The ordered came from the highest ranking officer left a sargent. "Prepare to Charge!!", He screamed. The Warriors of Deatharon knew there time was up. They all screamed, "long live the Empire." As they charged with bayonets at ready.

None of the hive haulted their advance as the enemy with comparable small knifes came rushing at them.

Warriors and Hormagaunts, with claws and blades atleast two feet in length, though some several feet in length.

Bayounets met with hard chitinous skin, which wouldn't be penetrated, stop short of firearms, and energy weapons, or extremely large steel weapons hefted right.

The end was so close.

The numbered killed just kept mounting as soldier after soldier fell. Some started sucide attacks with explosive bombs planted on there bodies. The Fighting was nearing its end and the troops had all but been destroyed.

The star field surrounding the battle suddenly erupted into a thousand of bright flashes. Captain sunder took one look at the battle raging and immediately ordered the fleet to move in.

They flew in at dazzling speeds weaving in and out. The thousands of transports both large and small flew up to the sides of the deathron ships. As the "docked" along side the ships they cut there way into the hull of the captured fleet until they could see the firefight raging inside.

Commander of the Indigo Way looked through the freshly cut whole at the deathron troopers fighting almost hand to hand with the Ugliest beasts he had ever seen. several Soldiers noticed the newcomer he beckoned them over shouting Come! Escape! We Have come to rescue you!

The Deatharon soldiers ran to there saviors. many of them were torn to shreds by the on rushing Tyranids but the men now had hope and many kept fighting to get there friends out alive.

OOC:

Ahem...

Now then. Let's talk about acceptable FT parameters for ships, what's god moding, and what's not.

God modding: Sending "Thousands" of ships when a nation is so small.
Not god modding: Sending a few transports full of marines to *try* and assist

God modding: "Weaving in and out with dazzling speed", they are transports, usually slow moving, also moving in without giving me a chance to respond by firing on your ships.
Not god modding: Having your few transports try to weave in and around my ships who have the Deatharon ships completely surrounded, in their tentacle grasp, and the Deatharon ships being almost completely torn up.

Please, don't be like so many other newbies who think they are the best thing out there. Just start small, and work yourself up as your nation gets older.

If you would like me to take the post seriously, and RP this, then plese fix it. Otherwise I cannot respond to something like that.

OOC:

I almost fully agree with Azaha here. While your nation, The Arcadian Islands, probably can field a few thousands of ships, it is a touch unrealistic if you will be sending all your ships to assist Deatharon (leaving your own nation virtually defenseless).

Also, transports usually made but a small part of nation's fleet, so it is highly unlikely that your nation has more then 50 or so transports (100 is absolute maximum); though it is likely to have other space ships: fighters, destroyers, cruisers, etc (many of which are likely be able to carry troops as well). For comparison, when my nation had population of 488 million, I calculated my reasonable fleet size as 15000 battleships (my nation is unusual in the way it almost solely relies on huge battleship-class spaceships) with 500 men crew on each. Feel free to use this for making the size of your own fleet more reasonable.

God modding: "Weaving in and out with dazzling speed", they are transports, usually slow moving, also moving in without giving me a chance to respond by firing on your ships.

I cannot agree more; transports are usually (though not necessary) slower then military spaceships, especially space fighters. Even if you believe that your transports are pretty fast, it would be fair to give Azaha a chance to react; Azaha wouldn't live to 2+ billion population without coming up with some technological achievements of their own. ;) (Though if I remember correctly, Tyranids prefer to rely on sheer numbers, not technological achievements.)

In short, I second Azaha's advise for you: edit your last post to make the size of your fleet more realistic and make it so that Azaha gets the chance to respond to your ships' arrival.

OOC

just to clear things up I wasn’t trying to god mod so let me explain

Thousands of transports.....I meant about a thousand like 1034 or something but I put S so I can see how that looked. And I never sifted through all the post to see how many ships there were but I thought it was a safe bet that 1034 would be a small number for a fleet of Millennium falcon sized transports compared to the apparent size of your fleets. as for how I got so many let me clear up that they were indeed quite small and I planed to explain later that the Arcadian military heard of the battle and because they didn’t have a huge fleet they BBS (Buyed Borrowed or stole) every ship they could find. So they were civilian ships pressed into military service. The plan was to blow the ships up or program them to ram the enemy ships in an effort to give deathron the edge. But when they saw what was happening they moved in to save all those they could(Like what the British did at france during WW2).

Also Arcadians are master ship builders and I don’t think its that far fetched to say they could be quite maneuverable in the right hands (Han Solo millennium falcon).

I will edit my post but I will still move in and dock in the same post. You already killed most of the crew....in short I'm not destroying your fleet just saveing some deathrons. you can strike back wile were loading the crew or when were escapeing but we came in fast and I dont its unreasonable to say your fleet would be hard pressed to react to a fleet jumping and flying at high speeds. And just because your transports or slow doesn't mean they all are.

Also you dont have to be such a dick about it I made a mistake big deal I wouldent say my post was unfair I dident say I was here to destroy your fleet you prick I knew my place is supporting the big guys. God moding my ass I dident come in with a naval squad I came in with transports. I wouldent even have been saying this if it wasent for the way you responed your an asswhole if you want to ignore my post then go ahead but you make mistakes also and I hope people dont jump on you every time you slip up azaha

*bump*

Oh, and...

Also you dont have to be such a dick about it I made a mistake big deal I wouldent say my post was unfair I dident say I was here to destroy your fleet you prick I knew my place is supporting the big guys. God moding my ass I dident come in with a naval squad I came in with transports. I wouldent even have been saying this if it wasent for the way you responed your an asswhole if you want to ignore my post then go ahead but you make mistakes also and I hope people dont jump on you every time you slip up azaha

May I advise you to speak a touch more politely, The Arcadian Islands? Azaha's comments were perfectly reasonable (and by the way, I am on opposite sides with him at the moment), so there is no reason to get angry about them; your post borders on flaming, you know?..

I think his post completely disserved and dare I say asked for retribution. All he would have had to do was say hey man that’s way to many ships or hey man that’s a little unfair but know he decides to post like he is my superior. My guess is he took one look at how many posts I have made and labeled me as a noob. I doubt he considered that I had made a simple mistake. So he had to “show me the light” and lead me away from the path of noobness. Fact is if someone with more post under there belt came along and posted the same thing you would not have been nearly so rude towards them.

This one I love

If you would like me to take the post seriously, and RP this, then plese fix it. Otherwise I cannot respond to something like that.

Yes I really need all my posts to pass the test of the great Azaha. Don’t get me wrong here I like the idea that if someone post something that you don’t like just ignore it doesn’t matter if they may be right! I mean if I think a nation doesn’t have that many ships then it can’t right? Yes I did say Thousands instead of thousand but how were you to know how many transports I had! If you had waited you would have gotten all your answers but no that is something you would do if the person had more posts.

My point is your not my superior so don’t try and teach me a lesson. If I make a mistake by all means tell me I did but don’t treat me as a lesser player

Dude.

I explained to you things nicely. Atleast that's how I saw it.

Keep insult me all you want, but as far as I am concerned now, this thread is done. I do not handle children who over-react over a little talking to.

SEe what I did? I insulted, but kept cuss-flaming out. Please learn how to do that, it will make your life a whole lot better on these forums when it concerns other people.

OOC: Dude, you swooped in and started cutting chunks out of Death's shiops which were surrounded by Azahan ships; without giving Azaha a chance to respond. The point is, you could have went about it better and Azaha wanted to point this out to you. He showed you the error you had made. Now; its not about passing his standards or him having a vendetta against you; but you have to respect other nations; you can't just jump in and swarm him and remove the Deatharon marines in a single swoop, without giving a chance for reply.

I would be just as curt with someone with twice as many posts as me as I would with someone like you; in fact I've chastised larger nations before. Now; calm down, stop borderline flaming and lets get on with pleasant RP, shall we?

again you seem to be under the impression that your better or older than me

Omfg, it was helpful advice.

If you can't get passed that, then go away, I don't want business with some one who doesn't want to learn.

helpfull advice would have been

Are you sure your nation has that many ships
or
that seems a little unfair man heres why....

not what you said you were talking at me like I needed a lesson not advice or at least thats how it appeared. If you claim you were not I'll accept this and will retract my comments but at least admit that for some it might appear that you were talking to me like you were somehow my superior.

not what you said you were talking at me like I needed a lesson not advice or at least thats how it appeared. If you claim you were not I'll accept this and will retract my comments but at least admit that for some it might appear that you were talking to me like you were somehow my superior.

Right, hate to say it, but by most standards, he is. He's got almost a hundred times as many posts as you, and almost a years more experience RPing on NS. This usually points to someone being your superior.

And how do you know I dont have more?

OOC: Oct 2004, Aug. 2005....435 posts, 6 posts. I'm sorry but he is technically your superior. Sure even the largest nations can be n00by and wanky; but Azaha is not, and was trying to help you out. The best bet is to not take everything so personally.

Because your post count says you only have 6...

I took is personaly because it was personal to me it appeared he was talking down to me I admited I could have been wrong

and its impossible that this could be one of the many nations that I keep up?

OOC; Then you should know better.

we all make mistakes

Then accept that when you do people will be there to point them out; I got told off by C'tan when I tried to RP having an inactive Blackstone fortress since all of them are accounted for; lol....God I need to hunt one down....

I wasent mad that he pointed out my mistake I was mad because I Misunderstood the way he ment it.

Now that we got that cleared up should we get back to the RP'ing?

Foreign Transport vessels, you have violated Chronosian Soverign space The fleet turned like some fantastical juggernaut; as though the fleet moved as a single entity; weapons charging; roaring, as they advanced

You shall leave immediately, and abandon all Deatharon personnel, they are now classed as Prisoners of War; Food for The Gods; subject to Sacrifical Duty or Service in the Penal Legions. If you do not comply; you shall be fired upon; your souls commited to the Warp. You have 1 Terran Minute; Heretics

Chronosia This is The Arcadian shipping vessel belka

We are on a mission of mercy and do not wish to engage with your fleet these men are not prisoners of war yet and should not be treated as such. Please haven’t you killed enough today you have there ships we implore you to let us take what few deathron’s are left out of system. what harm could they do without a fleet anyway.

OOC: *bump*