NationStates Jolt Archive

The lucid, blood red sun was beginning to sink below the distant cityscape of Agglomeratia. What meager light managed to fight its way through the smog was weakening, casting the already dim boardroom with long, peculiarly shaped shadows.

Eleven of the twelve board members of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates sat silently around the massive mahogany conference table. For the first time any of them could remember, there was something… amiss. The Enterprise had always run so fluidly, without error. It was a well-oiled machine, it ran without a hitch, and it had made them some of the wealthiest men and women in the world. But now, for the first time, it seemed as if that machine was going to break. This meeting would determine the fate of the entire Federation of Joint Conglomerates and of the board members’ very lives. The eleven corporate giants sat in tense quiet, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their majority shareholder so that they could begin.

On the far right hand side of the conference table, Chairwoman Julia Coxley, Development & Infrastructure Minister, CEO of OmniLux Lmtd, began to nervously drum her long fingernails against the smooth mahogany surface. On the far left hand side, meanwhile, Chairwoman Debra Mackensay, Foreign Relations Minister, CEO of BioGen Industries was trying and failing to ignore her.

“Oh, would you shut the hell up!” Mackensay finally snapped. Chairwoman Coxley sneered and rolled her eyes.

“Screw you, bitch. Need I remind whose whole God damn fault this is?” Mackensay shot to her feet, knocking her plush leather chair to the floor. To her right, Chairman Laszlo laughed softly to himself as a Human Resource mutely appeared and righted her chair.

“How dare you, you little two cent, no name! You, CEO of one of the smallest corporations on this board!”

Coxley opened her mouth to retort, but stopped herself when the wide ebony doors flew open and in stepped Chairman William Stryker, smiling brightly and exuding his usual sick, cancerous energy. Mackensay slowly sank back into her chair, already knowing that a Human Resource would have picked it up and put it perfectly back into place.

“Ladies, ladies please,” he intoned cheerily and walking briskly to his place at the head of the conference table. “I do believe it would be far more prudent to save our energies for the adorable little Southeastasians and their silly coalition, hm?”

“You’ll have to excuse me, Chairman,” Coxley spat acidly, “But I am having a rather difficult time understanding why you have allowed Chairwoman Mackensay to remain on the board after she has unabashedly lead this entire enterprise to the brink of international conflict, one which we do not have the resources to carry out!” She would have gone on, and Mackensay would have rejoined, but the two women were silenced by something dangerous gleaming in the corner of Stryker’s eyes…

“Oh, Julia. You always were a treat.” Stryker laughed lightly and began to pace around the conference table, then stopped and turned. “Ladies and gentlemen, let me be clear. The conflict that we are about to engage in was always going to happen. It is inevitability.” He shrugged, threw up his hands dramatically and continued. “For the longest time, we have steered this enterprise through the troubled waters of international politics, human rights activism and business regulation. For years, we have effortlessly tossed aside diplomatic aggression, requests for UN inspections… Oh, when I think of all the paper those fools have wasted over the years.” He laughed again… Suddenly, his eyes lit up in sourceless, monstrous fury, and he lunged forward, slamming his fist on the conference table, inches away from Chairman Wagner’s forearm. After a moment, he collected himself, stood up again and continued brightly. “You all must have known this, hm? You must have known that this little pact of ours could never go on forever without getting our hands dirty.”

Stryker turned away from the board, and slowly paced to the window where he stopped and stared. “Let the insignificant little nothings come,” a raspy voice that was not his own whispered. “Let them come…” He whirled around again, briskly walked back to his seat the head of the conference table and sat down. “So,” he said in his honeyed, arrogant voice, “let’s get to it, shall we? Chairman Eisner, as head of Military Operations, you’re about to have your hands full, aren’t you?” Eisner huffed deeply like a badger trying to clear his throat and leaned forward in his chair.

“For God’s sake, Stryker,” he wheezed. “We do not have the resources for this degree of conflict! We have never had to engage in a full-out, invasive military operation. Laszlo’s satellite bombardment network and droid combat units get the job done when repelling minor UN coalition forces, but this… This is war, Stryker. I just don’t-”

“Oh ye of little lung capacity,” Chairman Michael Laszlo interrupted suddenly in his slick, greasy voice. “Stryker, if I may…?”

William Stryker nodded enthusiastically and said, “Oh, by all means, Chairman Laszlo.” He cleared his throat and began.

“For several months now, my CyberTech Industries has worked with Chairwoman Mackensay’s BioGen Industries on certain projects that I believe you’ll all find quite relevant to our present crisis.” He produced a small black remote control from his suit coat and casually snapped his fingers twice. A slight female Human Resource walked in and appeared behind him. “Now as you all know, the Human Resource is a most useful device. Easily generated, easily replaced, cheaply manufactured, they are the ideal underlings: human, but without the bothersome presence of free will or independent thought. There is, however, one grave flaw in to be found in the Human Resource – for reasons our scientists have no answer for, something about the brainwashing process has disabled their ability to kill; hence our potent yet comparably ineffective army of droids. Debra and myself have considered this to be quite the nuisance for some time, and thus have taken steps to rectify it. Chairwoman? Would you care to take over?”
The entire time Laszlo had been speaking, Mackensay had been looking down and glaring at the surface of the table. She had always found his panache for the dramatic tiresome and irritating. Now she took a deep breath, looked up and said, “A simple electrode implanted in the frontal cortex of their brains has rectified the problem.” She stood up and walked across the table to the female Human Resource. Silently, she took the black remote from the wolfishly grinning Michael Laszlo. “The device emits a special radio frequency that, when activated, coordinates all cerebral activity towards one goal.” The board members looked at her expectantly. She shrugged and said simply, “Murder.” With that, she nodded at Laszlo who picked up a phone and muttered, “Security, get in here now.” Mackensay then depressed the button on the remote and quickly took several steps backwards as the room was overrun by two dozen armed Stealth Operatives.

With deft, elegant movements that were almost too quick to see, the female Human Resource drew two large machetes from her waistband. With impossible speed, she leapt into the air with the agility of a cat as the Stealth Operatives closed in on her. She spun like a windmill and the board members gaped as she mowed down three of the trained Operatives in under a second. Barely ten seconds after that, the entire squad of Stealth Operatives were lying in pools of blood on the floor as other Human Resources set about cleaning up the mess. The female Human Resource was standing perfectly erect and still, her two bloody machetes held evenly at each side.

Laszlo turned to face the executives with a sly, triumphant smile on his face. “Now picture an army of them. Picture them with guns. Picture them driving into the ranks of those puny, smelly little Southeastasians who can barely control their own communist tendencies!” Stryker threw back his head and laughed like a child at an amusement park.

“Absolutely delicious! Excellent work, the both of you!” Laszlo returned Stryker’s beaming smile while Mackensay remained standing in the corner of the room, expressionless. “I also understand that you have some toys for us as well, Chairman Heinz?”

The CEO of UberAmmo Firearms adjusted himself in his seat. “Eight detachments of Panzer all-terrain tanks, five detachments of Blue Hawk Fighter Bombers and a twelve-gauge automatic for every one of Laszlo’s and Mackensay’s little puppets.”

From the head of the table, Chairman Stryker’s eyes gleamed as he turned his head back towards Chairman Eisner. “Tell me, Robert,” he drawled casually. “Exactly how are do our resources stack up now?”

As the sun rose above the Celestiopolis skyline, casting light and shadow wherever it dared to go, an Imperial Lambda-class Shuttle flew down over the tops of the countless buildings towards the Imperial Palace, flanked by a squadron of TIE Defenders. As it neared the vast structure it slowed and its wings began folding upward. A section of wall on the side on the Palace slid open, revealing one of a dozen Hangar Bays, into which the Shuttle slowly flew. A few short minutes later, Grand Admiral Pil'x Cracken strode into the Grand Conference Hall in the Imperial Palace, white Grand Admiral uniform a stark contrast to the dark tones of the room.

Sat at the table in the middle of the room were the four Moffs who could make it at such short notice; in charge of International Relations, Internal Intelligence, the Imperial Police and the Imperial Inquisition. They were talking amongst themselves, and they all looked decidedly agitated. At one end of the table sat the Emperor himself, his eyes serenly closed, and at the other end sat Grand Moff Statta. Along the walls, sat on distinctly less comfortable chairs, were the aides and attendants of the varous Moffs, the Grand Moff and the Emperor.

As he entered, the Emperor opened his eyes, glanced his way and gestured for him to sit down, the serenity abruptly gone from his facial features. Quietly ordering his aides and guards to find seating for themselves, he walked to the conference table and sat down in a vacant chair next to the Grand Moff. As he sat down, the others sat at the table ended whatever they were doing descreetly and looked at the newly-arrived Grand Admiral.

"Good of you to join us, Grand Admiral," the Emperor said, sitting up, "What news of the new command ships? Have they arrived yet?"

"Indeed they have, sir. They arrived in the Orbital Dockyards at around twenty two hundred hours last night. Some 'modifications' will have to be made to the docks to fully accomodate the Wraith-class vessel, but other than that everything has gone according to plan"

Moff Kanir cocked his head inquisitively to the side, "What do you mean by 'modifications', Admiral?"

"I mean that, due to the ship's size, the Super Star Destroyer docks are going to have to be lengthened considerably if we are to maintain it properly," Pil'x responded, "I have already ordered another Mining Complex to be set up on Colony C-3A to acquire the necessary resources. My aides calculate it will take about four months for it to become operational, and another five months to mine the necessary resources in the amounts required. The garrison on the world is going to have to be enlarged to cope with the influx of mine workers and the businesses which will inevitably follow."

"Colony C-3A?" Kanir enquired, "Would that be our first off-world colony by any chance?"

"Indeed it would, Moff Kanir," the Emperor answered before the Grand Admiral could speak, "We have three now; I toured them earlier this year. None of them very pleasant places to say the least, but at least they are a start."

"Quite..." Moff Kanir murmured.

The Emperor looked at Moff Kanir and Grand Admiral Pil'x in turn before speaking again, "Now then, we have more important matters to attend to right now, namely the war with the Corporate Entene. Grand Admiral, are the allocated vessels ready?"

Grand Admiral Pil'x nodded an affirmative, "Indeed they are, sir. All units, vehicles, aircraft and other personnel are aboard, the other Grand Admirals and I have finished developing our basic battle plans, predicted strategies and other tactics, and the Task Force is ready to go. We await the order to leave, my lord."

The Emperor smiled thinly, "Excellent, Grand Admiral, most excellent. Again you exceed my expectations. When the Grand Moff's office recieves word from Southeastasia indicating the time for the attack to take place, it will be relayed to you immediately."

Standing up, Pil'x nodded, "Understood, sir. With your permission, I'll return to my ship now."

"You may-- Oh, one other thing, Grand Admiral.." the Emperor said, "If the fleet does not fair well, I suggest that before retreating, you call up our newly-acquired vessels.. I feel they may turn the outcome in our favour, should the fleet assigned perform worse than expected."

"Do not worry, my lord, the fleet will do its upmost to ensure the outcome is at least favourable for us. However," Pil'x added, his concern showing in the tone of his voice, "if I wait until right before giving the order to retreat to call up the new ships, then even if we do win, we will be unable to fend off another assault. No, I will only call them up if the tide begins to turn against us up there."

The Emperor nodded slowly, "I cannot argue with your logic, Pil'x. You are the Grand Admiral here, afterall, not me. Use whichever strategy you feel will deliver the best outcome. Now you may return to your ship."

Grand Admiral Pil'x nodded again, saluted and left, gesturing for his aides and guards to come with him.

"Its time to Meet the Delegates of Joint Conglomerates" spoke a Reichmarshal of the Corporate Entente Battle Group..

"To discuss what matters Reichmarshal?"

"Our assistance to their Cause, We would not enter this war, if it were not going to benefit The Corporation.."

"I understand and your orders?"

"Begin Digging In, Order the Logistical Core to begin Setting up defenses, make the Attackers pay for Every foot they take... But until a Deal is struck... Let them In...."

"As you wish Reichmarshal.."

the Commander headed off, preping the Capitol Police drones for their work tasks...

Senator Richard Mazzei rushed through the halls of the capitol flanked by his two personal Republican Guards. The stark, expressionless man had a notorious reputation as power broker, strong-willed, blatant and brash with an unmatched understanding of Verum politics. He had done these things many times before, yet today was unmistakably different. This time it would be much more complicated and difficult.

The large black, leather brief case he was carrying in his hand, began to weigh more on his conscious than on his shoulder. He would be responsible for convincing the National Commonwealth Effective Council, the last line of decision making in the republic, of the validity of war against an honorable nation that would easily have been an ally. Not even the Premier himself had the kind of power afforded to Mazzei. He could single-handedly move an entire nation into conflict by the power of his words.

The man walked into the Grand Chamber of the Effective Council, immediately greeted by fellow members of the senate, and other houses of the Legisstraum, Secretary-General Pruett from the Department of Armament, and a number of colonial and non-aligned consuls in a peculiar show of comaradary between this elite group of individuals.

"Oye, oye, Mesdames and Messieurs please take your seats at once! Senator Mazzei of Provençe, you now have the floor of this special session of the Effective Council," announced Premier Vrai.

The Senator began, "We know unity. We know a unity beyond ourselves, rooted in trust and honor. Because of this union that we share, even with our most distant allies, we have charged ourselves with the weight of its protection. An incursion against our allies is an incursion against our own..." He opened the brief case to reveal a huge flag of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates. "Today my friends and respected members of this Effective Council, we must act. This is why today, in support of the Corporate Entente and Joint Conglomerates, I ask that you authorize a full declaration of war against Southeastasia, her allies, and move to grant the Premier full control of the nation's armed forces to mobilize for this conflict."

Thundering applause fills the room as a cold tear streaks down Senator Mazzei's face.

OOC: Nistolonian Military http://unitedimperialstates.myfreeforum.org/ftopic4.php&sid=63332b0f5091a6cdd569bebf97d753ad


IC:
The armoured boots of Warmaster Lenodell clicked on the polished wood floor of the long hallway down the High Command. The dark, shining walls were engraved with pictures of the famous battles of Nistolonia, illuminated by glowing lights just beneath the surface. He reached the door and pressed his thumb to the scanner. It beeped in recognition and it slid open, reaveling the 9 other high ranking Generals in the High Command Unit. With them was the High Emperor of Sollion's chosen representitive, General Kalar.

General Halowiss, supreme commander of Nistolonian/Sollion Forces, bowed to Lenodell, and the rest of the command staff followed suit. Kalar, looking around, bowed as well.
"Greetings, Warmaster." Halowiss smiled as Lenodell entered the room and sat at the head of the table. "May the Cobra smile upon you."
"As with you, Halowiss." The young warmaster nodded. "You may continue"
Halowiss pushed the buttom in front of him, and the vid-screen at the far wall lit up, showing a map of Joint Conglomerates.
"We want out main push to be here." He pointed at the capital city. "We want to secure this area as soon as we can. For that, we have Operation Blood Python, and I trust that everyone has read that document."
Nods around the table.
"When this area is secured, we hope to capure some of the upper ranking members of the FJC. Otherwise, we must do as much damage as possible to the city and recover as much data as we can."


Nistolonian Air Force Base Enreatha
Nistolonian crew members were double checking systems on all of their aircraft as the vehicles and troops were loaded on. Transport VOTLs hovered overhead, carrying heavy vehicles underneath them in large slings.
Nearby, Sollion troops were boarding there own planes, but in contrast to the elegant and sleek Nistolonian craft, these were ugly and bulky, built for toughness and size rather then speed. The loudspeaker boomed.
"ATTENTION. N'VESAs ONE THROUGH TWENTY, YOU ARE CLEARED FOR LIFTOFF. DEPART TO YOU DESIGNATED CARRIERS"
The vipers and sidewinders would be transported by boat for additonal range, even though FJC was landlocked.

Hundreds of mobs of protestors were booing at the Embassy of the Kraven Corporation. Protest signs, in bold capitals, screamed 'Stryker is a coward!', 'Ku Klux Klan = Kraven Korporate Klan!' and 'Your corporate threat shall never prevail!' They were demanding them to withdraw their membership with the Corporate Entente. By this time, Southeastasia and their allies, thanks to Minister of Foreign Affairs Joshua Lin, called themselves the 'Civic Coalition', showing the fact they had the moral high ground, and weren't lying. The Kraven Ambassador-to-Southeastasia was fuming inside the embassy. He couldn't concentrate; rage was building inside him. If I had my way, he thought, I would've ordered the Capitol Police to machine-gun them down, and I don't give a rat's ass about the fact the protest is on live television!

Meanwhile....

Two men were within the USNSEA Staff Meeting Room of the Emerald Executive Recluse. One was wearing a jet-black suit, with a black tie and black loafers. They were immaculate for any high ranking official. The suit man was around his mid-forties (but at first glance, you'd assume he looked in his early twenties), and Chinese Singaporean. He had cropped hair, a pair of expensive sunglasses that did not reveal his eyes, and light brown skin. When he smiled, you knew that he was a lovely, intelligent man of honor. That was Prime Minister Yao Yang Nelson Neo, first Prime Minister and founder of the nation. The second man, was wearing a four-star general's uniform, obviously modelled off the American one. He was of mixed race: part Malaysian, part Chinese. It was hard to tell which. He was generally polite at all times, and if you looked directly into his eyes, you could tell firmly believed in discipline. This man was General Jared Ka-Wing Lau, another respected figure in Southeastasia like the late Dr. Felix Dae-Jung Wang. They were having a conversation.

"General Lau, contact the Office of the Grand Moff. Tell him they have full authority to use their dispatched fleet on the satellites." were the words of Prime Minister Neo. "Imperator Rubhar has advised me to do so, and being a military expert and tactical genius, I trusted his words."

"I understand, Mr. Prime Minister."

"You're too kind. Now, please leave me time to think." the politican smiled. The General nodded, then began walking out of the room. He was almost out near the door until...

"Oh, I almost forgot warn them about the NCUC fleet. Equalitarian journalists, live at the Grand Chamber of the Effective Council, have reported that the Premier of the National Commonwealth, approved a full declaration of war on the Southeastasia and her allies, from an influential senator by the name of Richard Mazzei."

"Roger that." He took a few more steps, then opened the main entrance to the USNSEA Cabinent Staff Meeting Room - a lavish oak door. As soon as he walked outside, he shut it gently.

"Sad, the people of National Commonwealth have such a diverse and unique culture, but a loyalty so hard they fail to see their friend is corrupt..." sighed Prime Minister Neo to himself,

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Southeastasia....

Transport aircraft were moving at an undisclosed airfield. They were after the B-1 Lancers that had been launched earlier. They would land after the satellites were dealt with.

FIELD ORDER #216

TO: ALL MILITARY UNITS

FR: DEFENCE MINISTER NOTARAS

RE: MILITARY ACTION AGAINST FJC AND ALLIES

1) DIPLOMATIC EFFORTS TO RECONCILE THE OPPOSING FACTIONS HAVE PROVED FRUITLESS STOP DIPLOMATIC TEAMS ORDERED TO EVACUATE BACK TO IMPEROPOLIS STOP
2) THEREFORE CODE CRIMSON ISSUED TO ALL MILITARY UNITS IMMEDIATLY STOP PROCEED TO ATTACK FJC FORCES WITHOUT WARNING STOP ASSUME ALL TARGETS HEADING FOR FJC FROM FJC ALLIES NATIONS HOSTILE STOP
3) TARGET POWER GRIDS AND INFRASTRUTURE ACROSS FJC STOP ISSUE COMPLETION OF CRUISE MISSILE CYCLES AND PREP ENTRY ROUTES FOR ARMOURED BACK UP WITH AIR AND ART POWER STOP
4) UNSPECIFISTAN IS BEHIND YOU ALL STOP

MESSAGE ENDS*^*^*^*^*^*^*

Imperopolis
Andronicus Palaeologus strobe out along the veranda to where the King stood, hands clasped behind his back. The King did not greet the Premier as he approached, instead he remained fixed on the warships riding at anchour in the harbour before him.
"Foreign Minister Ducas just got off the line to the National Commenwealth. All military command has been transferred to the Premier, Richard Vrai. They are set at siding with the FJC."
Olaf swore coldly. The National Commenwealth had once been a close ally, it had all seemed to be set in stone. Now... they had betrayed him.
"We must not let the National Commenwealth's betrayal of our trust cloud our hopes for peace. Keep the diplomatic channels open at all times, Premier. We must not loose faith in peace."
Olaf's dry, austere voice echoed coldly in Andronicus's ears.
"Shall I order our combat troops to deploy, sire?"
Olaf took one last look at the battlefleet riding at anchour.

"Order Bertram to execute order 216."

Grand Moff Statta stared out of his office's window. In the distance he watched yet another bulk freighter begin its landing approach over Celestiopolis Starport. His attention was caught as, near the Starport in the old Airport, a dozen vintage Attack Helicopters (from the 1950s) took off at once. No doubt, Statta thought, on their way to another Vintage Aircraft Show.

A knock on the door.

"Come in," the Grand Moff responded, turning around and walking back to his desk.

The door opened, the wood creeking as it did so, and Grand Moff Statta's Chief Attendant stepped in. "Sir, General Lau of Southeastasia has just contacted the office. He wishes to speak to you. Shall I put him through?"

The Grand Moff smiled and nodded. The Attendant saluted and left, closing the door behind him. Statta sat down in his big comfortable chair, and, a few moments later, General Lau appeared on the Vid Screen on his desk.

"General Lau, it's good to see you again. How long has it been; twenty five, thirty years now?"

Lau nodded, smiling. "I believe it was twenty eight years ago," he said, chuckling softly as he remembered the chaos they'd caused at the Academy Graduation Ceremony, when they had arrived on-stage in a now-obsolete Ravager-class Battle Tank. Grand Moff Statta smiled as he too remembered that event. They had been best friends during training, and had gotten into all sorts of trouble, but nothing could top that tank...

"Good times.. good times.. So, can I assume this is not purely a social call?" he asked.

Lau nodded, "Indeed it is not just a social call. Prime Minister Neo has given you the green light to dispatch the fleet to take care of the Joint Conglomerates satellite array. We wish your forces well and hope all goes as planned."

Statta nodded, wished Lau well and pressed the End Transmission button. The screen went black and Statta opened communications with Grand Admiral Pil'x's flagship.

Meanwhile, aboard the Black Vengeance, Grand Admiral Pil'x's flagship...

Chief Communications Officer Syrus looked up at the Grand Admiral from the Bridge Crew Pit. "Sir, Fleet Dispatch Confirmation has been recieved."

The Grand Admiral looked down briefly at the Comms Officer, "Excellent. Transmit it to all other fleet vessels. However, tell them not to proceed as of yet."

The Comms Officer looked somewhat confused, but nodded and pressed a button to transmit it on to the other ships.

"Good. Now, open communications with Fleet Group Alpha."

Again the Comms Officer looked somewhat confused, but he did as ordered. A face appeared on the side viewscreen.

"Admiral Grey'ssh, I have chosen your fleet group for the task of probing our enemies' defences. Your group will jump to the co-ordinates being transmitted now, the other groups will jump to their assigned co-ordinates, and will remain in reserve until we have established the strength of the enemy defences."

The Admiral nodded, "Aye sir."

"One more thing, Grey'ssh... We have intercepted transmissions indicating that the National Commonwealth has entered the war on the side of the Corporate Entente. If you encounter a National Commonwealth space fleet, you know what to do.."

Grey'ssh smiled malevolently and nodded, before ceasing the transmission. Grand Admiral Pil'x walked slowly along the Bridge's central Walkway, separating the crew pits, and turned his gaze out of the view ports to Fleet Group Alpha, watching it maneuver into position and, ship by ship, jump to the assigned co-ordinates.

11.47 p.m. FJC time....Outer Limits, Federation of Joint Conglomerates Territory....
Operation: Great Avenger

A small radar station was acting as an outpost for the Corporate Entente, as they were anticipating invasion they would come through the borders via ground forces. They were correct on the part that they would go through the borders, but wrong on the part that they would invade by ground forces.

"Target on sight!"

The B-1 Lancers were in a carpet bombing formation. They were beside each other, forming a V-shape. The bomb doors opened up. A shower of Mk-82 bombs dropped straight to the ground. They would be followed by several more....

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There were four towers, armed with machine-guns and powerful searchlights surrounding a huge radar dish. They were defended by only a dozen mobs of Droids, and a few Panzer-class tanks. In one of the towers, a Human Resource was staring seemingly endlessly toward the area around the base. The human resources who had gained conscience had escaped to near the border, in an attempt for freedom. They were often intercepted and machine-gunned down coldly by the Droid Unit Mark Nine robots. Small villages made of garbage were near this radar station, and that was why this was the place the Southeastasian base would be established.

'Wheeee!!!' The man robotically looked up to the sky, confused. A bomb exploded in front of the supports, rocking the tower. He didn't even cry out as he was thrown and landed flat onto an electrical power box. The box, which was damaged by the explosion, gave out great amounts of uncontrolled volts. He was burned to a crisp as the lightning bathed him like a flood. Swiftly, the base was reduced to burning concrete and steel, thanks to the fact that they didn't possess anti-aircraft weapons at that particular base.

After the network was dealt with, the transports would arrive...

Lines and Lines of Capitol Police Troopers headed out of the Corporate Military Base inside FJC, they were headed towards the front lines, The High Command had decided that it would be easier to assist now when the time was right, rather than wait until the Alliance had the upper hand, Deals could be made after the war was over, if FJC had survived...

Since the begining of the week, Corporate Logistical forces had been setting up a defense network in their section of FJC territory... Kraven Held Borders where heavily fortified..

In the Border lands were layers and layers of trench networks, Each one had Machine gun nests, Concealed Artillery and Anti Air ZSU 633's.

At the Border was an area of land roughly a mile long, of un occupied land.. this was the killing zone, all over this were Corporate mines.

Anti tank mines, Anti Personel or various kinds, ones that would jump up a few moments after being triggered, spraying the area in sharpnel, other mines were Biological warfare mines, deploying a deadly nerve gas that would kill any unprotected troopers within a 5 metre radius.

in other places were Man traps, pitfalls with Tall titanium spikes, Tank Pitfalls, Great pits designed to collapse, when the weight of a tank rolled over the top, disableing the tank as it dropped into the pit.

Other conventional tank traps were layed out, as well as razor wire and standard barbed wire.

In some areas were False trench networks that were designed to draw the enemy in on a hopeless attack, automated turrets were deployed to give the appearance of being occupied, then once troops were inside the trench network and occupied it, 5000lbs of C12 would be detonated remotley, this much C12 would be enough to devestate a large city block...

In other trenches were Emperor class battle tanks, heavily dug in, only their turrets showing for maximum protection, designed as AT weapons, however the rear of the Dug out was unprotected allowing the tank to quickly reverse out and begin a counter attack if needed...

In foot hills near by, were set up Basilisk Earth shaker artillery, these massive behemoths were hidden by effective Camoflauge, and protected from arial attack by yet more ZSU 633's, the Artillery had range finding units scattered about the trenches, giving them an accurate co-ordinate read out by triangulating the position of each Spotter and being able to plant a shell almost directly on a Tank Commanders helmet....

The Trench network was defended by the 8th Sturmpanzer Corps of the Capitol Police, and elements of the 13th Sardaukar Panzergrenadier division....

Any attack against the Kraven Held Borders would be met with very very stiff resistance... and any troop that dared bare arms against the Corporation would pay for every step they took...

(OOC: Assume these defenses were constructed during the Hiatus before the war, With the threat of war looming and the Corporation having a military base in FJC, Logistical Forces would not have been spending their time playing cards or Craps... seeing as gambling is outlawed)

OOC:

Can JC give us a map of his country?

MRS INVINCIBLE

THE CRUDE OUTLINE of the MRS Invincible, Merkar's sole star battleship, materialized from a scattered clump of matter that had appeared just a few seconds ago in front of the third planet from the sun. Arriving in the Sol system after five days at 365 times the speed of light, it did not appear graceful, nor impressive compared to other starcraft. Still, it was meant to be small and compact. Stealth was important, and the best way to achieve it was simply to make smaller craft, bristling with weapons and mounting strong armor.

As the war grew near, the Invincible and here bold crew had been sent to the Sol System. It was D-Day now, time for the great invasion. It was time to get into the fight, after years of preparation.

First Lieutenant Taggart had never been in hyperspace before. Five days ago was the last time he had seen anything, and here he was, laying in his bunk, rematerialized but disoriented. It was a strange experience the first time around. But he was sure he would get used to it.

What was more important now was to get to the breifing. Either the clocks were malfunctioning, or he was late. They were now behind schedule by two minutes; the briefing was to begin at 5:30 AM, and H-Hour was at 7. No matter; Admiral Fox was waiting.

Walking through the halls, he met some of his fellow pilots. Their conversation was brief, as they did not want to waste any more time. This operation was crucial, and noone knew how the first battle would turn out.

As the men entered the room where the briefing was to take place, they noticed the crude folding chairs contrasting with the futuristic appearance of the room. The Merkar military was pragmatic- it did not waste money on stylish furniture. Taking a seat, it did not take long for everyone to be assembled and for Admiral Fox to begin speaking.

"Comrades! Today we will make history! This is to be our first combat test of our equipment, our tactics, and you. In our Navy, the first two factors have proven to be the best in the world. The wild card is all of you. I am confident you WILL suceed. No other group of fine young men have the skill and training that you posses. It is up to you, Comrades, to use it to effect!"

Fox's delivery was powerful and brash. He got his point across. Switching on the holograhpic displays, he brought up an image of the mission route.

"Those sonofabitches down there aren't going to know what hit them! We have practiced this mission over and over again in training. I dream about it in my sleep. All of us should have it hardwired into their heads by now. We're going to go in there and shoot those cocksuckers until they burn in hell!"

Cheers rose from everyone assembled in the room.

"Comrades! Today we are to bring the fight to the enemy! We will blow up all of his toys and make him run for his mother! You should all be proud of yourselves! This is to be the among greatest victories of our nation in history!"

Once again, cheers were shouted.

"You should all know by now your tasks. As if you forgot them somehow, we will refresh your memory."

Taggart already could fly this mission with his eyes closed. He was to lead a flight of four Talon fighters to seal off the landing area for the soldiers to fly in. A base was to be established, while his flight, designated Delta, would fend off the heavy enemy attacks expected to occur. Other wings would be doing other missions that day, but that was not his concern. It was all very simple. It had been rehearsed dozens of times. There was no need to pay attention to Admiral Fox for the moment.

"Any questions?... No?... Then man your ships!"

"OOORAH!"

You could not help but be caught up in the moment. This was the great battle everyone had been waiting for, and it was to be a cakewalk. Not because of a great difference in strength, but because of limitless courage and skill on the part of Merkari soldiers.

Delta Flight's fighters had already been powered up. The docking bays opened up on the bottom of the ship, currently facing Earth. Taggart entered the room and gazed ahead. It was odd. There was his old home, Earth, visible through the docking bay entrance, filling his eyes with astonishment. He had left there years ago. When he was simply a young adventurer, joining the Navy to see the world, as they said. Now it was time to return, and finish business that should have been finished long ago.

Climbing into Delta One, Taggart lowered the cockpit window. He notice the noise of the docking bay die down considerably. The cockpit window was not actually made of glass, but it appeared to be. It was a layer of armor covered on both sides by display panels that allowed the pilot to view outward from inside and his wingmen to view inward from outside. It was necessary to allow his wingman to see inside his cockpit in case the radios were jammed and he had to issue hand signals.

In front of Delta One, another fighter was laying on the railgun, ready to be launched. You could here the flight deck controller count down in his native language. "Nin, Gartu, Seg, Sin... Hartu!" It was almost impossible to see the fighter as it sped down the rail at an amazing speed, exiting the docking bay and heading toward the expanse of blue and green that was Earth.

Taggart was next. A mechanical arm pulled his craft up from its perch, raising him several feet above the shiny, well-lit black floor of the massive docking bay. Resting it on the launch rail, Taggart could here the countdown begin.

"Nin, Gartu, Seg, Sin... HARTU!"

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OOC:

Just FYI, I am sending 1 Invincible-class battleship, 300,000 troops, 772 Katanga-class freighters, 1,100 M3 Aerial Resupply Vehicles, 222 Talon-class fighters, and 55 antimatter torpedoes. The space fighters will be used only for self-defence, and no orbital bombardment will happen.

A small collection of forty or so Feild Marshals gathered around the Commander, running through the details of their defence of FJC. They were inside a PreFab War Room, a sturdy rapid-deployment structure that could have metal or concrete plates added for more protection. Judging by the many layers of armour, the War Room had been here a while.

"Now, Gentlemen. As you may know there have been mass recalls of soldiers to the Homeland for huge updates in armour, language, the HUD and additional weapons training. As a result, we have only Infantry Legion I and Infantry Legion II here with us today. Infantry Legion III and Infantry Legion IV are on finishing off with their improvments, and Infantry Legion V and Infantry Legion VI have been reserved should the conflict get out of hand.
"While our Allies, the Kraven Corporation, have been setting up defences along the border, we have been primarily setting up defences against the skies, with further anti-ground force defences built into designated HardPoints, detailed on the map."

The map had hundreds of areas flagged, some in red, some in green and some in blue. A series of red lines connected the red flags in groups of three or four.

"These Red Flags are Bunkers, generally all-purpose defence. Light anti-air and anti-infantry with the emphasis on stopping tanks that penetrate the Kraven lines. These contain four PSW-20 support machine guns, two standard squads, six anti-tank RPG emplacements and enough ammunition to last just under a month of combat. The lines show tunnel networks between bunker groups.
"Green Flags singnify artillery possitions, where we have built fixed position artillery, all identical and capable of putting a 1000lb shell 60km into the distance. Flags marked with a black cross are in range of the front-lines.
"Blue Flags show concentrated anti-air positions, where we have set up LPDS systems as well as long ranged missile based anti-air and short-ranged conventional anti-air. Flags marked with a black cross contain our new SAM-Chaos missiles and target painting systems, designed to bypass known ECMs.
"Any Questions?"

"What of the Armoured Legions?"

"Armoured Legions I and II shall be positioned just beind the Kraven lines, using the ACAs for constant bombardent and the HBTs to suppress incoming forces. Infantry Legions I and II will be positioned inside the trenches alongside their allies. Armoured Legions III and IV will be spread around to cover the HardPoints."

"Where do the Air Wings come into this?"

"I am afraid that we must rely on our allies for air superiority this time, as we all know the airforce is in a... pitifull state, and for some reason our Naval Designers decided not to grant us any carriers. However, the Heavy Bombers are very promising, and are being loaded up with MOABs and various other weapons as we speak. Dismissed."

A man came running into the tent with a black envelope, marked with a distinctive white fist. The room fell silent, it was from the High Council.


HR#234-876-987M, Samuel Adams Jennings, Commander

By order of the Emperor, through us, you are hereby ordered to initiate Protocol 26J. If you are for some reason unwilling to do your duty, you shall be replaced with a Commander worthy of your rank. The required equipment is on its way.

High Council of Concremo

After leaving abruptly from the unanimous vote of war in the Effective Council, Secretary-General Pruett dashed downtown to the Sky Castle Defense complex, ready to call a logistics meeting with the National Commonwealth Universal Command and military officials.

The conference room was silent, stacked with leading military personnel with only a single civilian policy attaché at the table. The punctuated silence ended as the doors slid open to reveal a barrage of press and media, the Secretary-General fighting his way into the room. As the guards worked to push the cameras out of the way and into the hall where numerous more crews were waiting, the SG opened the meeting.

"There's no time for cheap talk right now. I want to get this show on the road! I want airborne divisions 171st through 230th packed up and in transit yesterday! What about my naval squadrons? Do we have those strategic counter-allied invasion plans here? Where are they? Where are my holographic displays of FJC national territory? Have we even been in contact since the vote!?"

"Calm down, sir!" tension evident in Calvin Trott's voice. NCUC Chief Officer General Trott continued, “We’ve got everything under control. The LTFB transports are loading up the naval marinaterre fleets and Noyau Squadrons 181 and 171. The LTFBs will have clearance to depart upon approval by the NCUC, which itself will be deploying 150 Gemini Destroyer escorts en route from the Tudor Spaceport. These forces are estimated to arrive in FJC in less than 36 hours. If necessary we will call the Loreani Colonial Spaceport to deploy our new Axium class super dreadnoughts for the protection of those transports."

"Well then, I'm glad to know some of us have our act together." However I caution you Trott, you may need more than just some escorts. I understand that the Interstellar Imperium has placed respected Grand Admiral Pil'x in charge of a group of starships that may cause our transports some problems."

Pruett, now eyeing Chief Admiral Liang, spoke more calmly, "How about you admiral?"

"Like COG Trott said, we've got our squadrons ready to go."

He turned to General McDonough, "How about our Principal Force?"

"We have approximately 5 million troops in our divisions preparing to depart with the LTFBs. The NCPF procurement agency has also just secured the purchase of 20,000 new M-12 "BattleFortress" tanks which will be delivered immediately. We will call up more forces if it is needed or you request it, but we would like to keep potential casualties to a minimum."

"The protection and defense of our allies is no light matter, General! I want to personally inform you that USNSEA General Lau is one to be reckoned with, so I am considering 8 and I want all of these at the frontline..." Do you have any news for us Mr. Santrau?" added SG Pruett, now directing his question towards the civilian attaché.

"Plain and simple, we want this over as quickly as possible. As you know Mr. Pruett, the public is by no means enamored with this conflict and your plans sound good, but will probably mean nothing once they go through the Premier. I know he will be inclined to up the ante after his talks with Chairman Stryker and the Reichmarshal of the Kraven Corp and other parties involved. Wars are bad for politics in the Republic and especially bad when elections are right around the corner so it must be fast. I do want to commend the command for its generally quick response..."

"Mr. Santrau, we have confidence in our plan and confidence in our leadership. Submit this proposal to the Premier at once. There is no time to waist. This meeting is over...Somone call me a transport and get the press out of the building!"

The first wave of Vipers were on the tails of the B-1 bombers as they destroyed the small FJC base. Almost before the B-1s had finished, the Vipers were hovering low above the groud, and the 60 Nistolonian Light Infantrymen were running to defensive positions. The one remaining Panzer, protected from the bombs by a partially collapsed tower, drove foward, its long main weapon turning to track the Nistolonians. They scattered into the rubble as the first shot hit, blowing apart a chunk of tower. Before it could fire again, a heavy weapons squad member leveled his R-10 at the vehicle's side. With a shriek and an explosion, the tank exploded, scattering pieces all over the base. The last few droids were gunned down quickly before they could put up a defence.

Sergeant Kelion surveyed the base quickly and spoke into his commlink "Command, this is Strike Team Zealot. Base secure, we are awaiting reinforcments and Southeastasian troops. Strike team Zealot out."

Hundreds of mobs of protestors were booing at the Embassy of the Kraven Corporation. Protest signs, in bold capitals, screamed 'Stryker is a coward!', 'Ku Klux Klan = Kraven Korporate Klan!' and 'Your corporate threat shall never prevail!' They were demanding them to withdraw their membership with the Corporate Entente. By this time, Southeastasia and their allies, thanks to Minister of Foreign Affairs Joshua Lin, called themselves the 'Civic Coalition', showing the fact they had the moral high ground, and weren't lying. The Kraven Ambassador-to-Southeastasia was fuming inside the embassy. He couldn't concentrate; rage was building inside him. If I had my way, he thought, I would've ordered the Capitol Police to machine-gun them down, and I don't give a rat's ass about the fact the protest is on live television!




The Mechanical Voice of a Capitol Police trooper rang out across a megaphone...

"You are Ordered to Stand Down from the Embassy... Return to your Homes, Before this Escalates Any Further You Are Advised to Stand Down, This is your Only Warning"

At the Gates Capitol Police Troopers stood their GPMG's held across their chests in the typical parade fashion...

Behind them were several Large black APC's, their .50 cal machine gun replaced with a massive high pressure water cannon..

"Stryker, as per your instructions I have allowed Southeastasian forces to penetrate a minute area of the Outer Limits."

Chairman Stryker continued to silently gaze out his massive office window for a few seconds. Then, without turning said, "Well then it seems as though the time has come to go to work then, doesn't it, Chairman Eisner?"

Chairman Robert Eisner, Military Operations Minister and CEO of PanGlobal Networks wordlessly turned and walked out of Stryker's office. With long, brisk strides and a grimness of countenance, he walked to his own office in the Military Operations Command Center. He picked up the phone, punched in Wagner's extension (Computer Technologies Administrator, CEO of Pantheon Incorporated) and said, "Stryker's given us the go. You have their coordinates. Do it now, our pirate transmissions have indicated they're planning to destroy the network. We want a chance to bruise the little idiots a bit before we crush them."

"You and I both know the volley will only slow them down, Eisner," Wagner replied. "Exactly what are we gaining by doing this?"

"We need to give the rest of our allies time to dig themselves in. Kraven Corp has gotten itself all set up, but they're not going to be able to do a damn thing when the rest of the Coalition shows up and our allies have not."

"Let's just hope Mackensay and Laszlo's little puppsets are as effective as they were against that squad of Stealth Operatives." Eisner nodded to himself and rolled his eyes as he thought about the demonstration the other night, the mindless slaughter of the security team... It was such a waste of money...

Five minutes later...

The weapons system received the computerized signal. FJC Satellite Network Units #1-CCP8 to #15-CCP8 each fired seven ballistic missiles into the ranks of the Southeastasian trying to dig into the Outer Limits.

Meanwhile...

Chairman Laszlo turned from his desk to watch the dozens of streaks in the distance plummet into what he was told was the bulk of the Southeastasian invading force. A feeling of intense satisfaction was replaced seconds later, however, by confusion, then alarm. Other streaks were appearing in the skyline... they were closer. They were too close. God damn it, he thought as a wave of what he assumed were Southeastasian attack planes flew overhead and a small cloud of smoke began to issue from where they had dropped their bombs. None of the Board members had expected a direct invasive action to be taken so quickly. He cursed when he realized that their only ally to have fortified themselves yet was the Kraven Corp.

"What the hell is taking the rest of them so long?" he said out loud. Then a thought crossed his mind. He turned back to his desk and began to write...

[Launch: CentralvilleEncryptPROG...]
[Program Launched]
[Beginning Transmission]

MEMO
TO: THE BLACK AGENTS
FROM: CHAIRMAN MICHAEL LASZLO, INTERNAL AFFAIRS MINISTER, CEO OF CYBERTECH INDUSTRIES

I know that you have been monitoring our communications, so I will not waste your time or mine describing to you our situation. We have a job for you. Intelligence indicates that the Coalition's prime directive is the capture of myself and the rest of the Board members. Be an absolute champ and see to it that this does not happen, won't you? Given the unprecedented strength of our opposition, I would recommend that you dispatch multiple agents. I won't presume to tell you your business, but let's just say you will not regret doing well with this particular assignment. The member nations of the Corporate Entente will see you lavishly paid.

As a businessman, I do not fear death. What I fear is defeat. I quite simply refuse to be beaten by this scum. I am confident that individuals in your line of work can empathize.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.

[End Transmission]
[Erasing Files]
[Files Erased]

(OOC: To avoid confusion, you may want to read this if you haven't already: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=445189&highlight=Federation+Joint+Conglomerates%3A+survive
Also, let's hold off on actual military conflict yet... I think it would be a good idea if we had each of the leaders of the Coalition have a strategy meeting, and each of the leaders of the Corporate Entente have a strategy meeting. They'd be short, I just want to make sure everything is coordinated well. Also, I want to establish what sorts of personal relationships each of the leaders have with each other. This would lend depth and meaning to the story........ Wow, this is like, the longest OOC ever)

OOC: Actually, the cargo planes have yet to land. And, the bombers have long left

OOC: I agree with the conference idea.

Unspecfistanian Naval Task Force 005, somewhere near the FJC

"Admiral Bertram, message from Imperopolis."

The short, rounded Admiral Jean Bertram turned to greet the messenger, his rough-shaven chin highlighted gently by the blue glow of the computer screens in the combat centre.

"Yes?"

"Follow on telex sir. Notaras has cleared us for the final cycle of our launches." Bertram nodded, and turned to his weapons officer.

"Clear up airspace and enter final clearance codes to the missiles."

"Aye sir, airspace clearing and codes sent."

"Make ready for launch. Conn?"

"Yessir?"

"Make our speed 15 knots, keep her steady."

"15 knots and steady, aye sir."

"Missiles ready."

"Fire Missiles."

On the foredeck of the RUWS Porphyry, the hatches covering the cruise missile tubes swung backwards in neat cycles, and spewed out their lethal cargo. Deep below decks, Bertram watched as the lights on the computer screen flickered gently as each missile blasted off.

"All 8 missiles up and away."

"Very well. Conn, set speed of 23 knots, turn 060."

"Aye sir, 060 turn and 23 knots."

The WarAxe missiles were a close relative of the standard US Tomahawk missile so often used by many states. The advantage of the WarAxe over its rival was it warhead. The same weight, but laced with a new incendiary chemical - 'marinated' to use the catalogue term - that guarenteed destruction of the target.

The flight to the target was over almost too quickly for Admiral Bertram.

The missiles paired off as they had entered FJC airspace, and separated out on seperate tracks. They swerved through the clouds of flak that the flak batteries were spurting into the air.

34 minutes after crossing the coast, the missiles reached their target power plants. They arched over the out fences and honed in directly on the generator rooms. Missiles slammer into 3 of the four power plants targeted by the fleet. 3 of the missiles had been caught by the flak and ABM networks around the FJC border - plain bad luck. The rest, however, had made it through.

Admiral Bertram reviewed the DarkStar data on the strikes, then ordered the fleet make for the next launch box. Their work was far from complete.

A gangly man with the skin the color of light mud, and dressed in a red Polo shirt with long dark trousers, was in front of the gates of the Kraven Embassy. His name was Dili Al-Katiri. He was a young manager of a small grocery business in a suburb in his home state of East Timor. He was the one who organized the strike, thanks to the fact that he had several friends that lived in the capitol to help out. "Come out and negotiate with us, coward!" he taunted the Kraven Ambassador-to-Southeastasia. He then hurled a duck's egg at a window - namely, the diplomat's office's window. Yellow and white goo plastered the once immaculately shiny glass.

The Ambassador was about to explode, his head looking as red as a flashy sports car. He barely restrained himself from ordering the guards to unleash the hoses for the next eighty minutes. By then, the protestors were still chanting on, it became apparent that they weren't leaving.

"Release the water cannons!" boomed the ambassador via a walkie-talkie.

The hoses roared. Some managed to avoid the huge torrents; others didn't. But unfortunately, one stream that was targeting the leader of the strike missed...and hit the reporting crew of the Leafanistani International News Network. One camerawoman was killed because the force of the water, combined with the fact she hit the steel wall of the LINN van, broke her neck....

As they descended through the atmosphere over Joint Conglomerates, the Talon-class fighters spotted a few satellites that appeared to be orbital defence platforms. Not recognizing their IFF signals, the fighters assumed they were enemy and destroyed them before continuing with their mission.

Brushing aside weak opposition, the first wave of Merkari transports cut through the morning sky under cover of Talon fighters, setting up space landing facilities at 30 different airfields in Joint Conglomerates seized by the commandoes. When they were done, hundreds more streamed in, unloading thousands of soldiers, all toting brand-new plasma rifles...

ooc:

JC, if you don't give me a map of your country by the end of today, I'm making one up myself!

Better IC post to come later, just wanted to show that my troops landed.

As they descended through the atmosphere over Joint Conglomerates, the Talon-class fighters spotted a few satellites that appeared to be orbital defence platforms. Not recognizing their IFF signals, the fighters assumed they were enemy and destroyed them before continuing with their mission.

Brushing aside weak opposition, the first wave of Merkari transports cut through the morning sky under cover of Talon fighters, setting up space landing facilities at 30 different airfields in Joint Conglomerates seized by the commandoes. When they were done, hundreds more streamed in, unloading thousands of soldiers, all toting brand-new plasma rifles...

ooc:

JC, if you don't give me a map of your country by the end of today, I'm making one up myself!

Better IC post to come later, just wanted to show that my troops landed.
OOC: That was godmoding right there. I think they'll probably ignore it...

OOC: I too think the conference idea is a good one.

FYI, each of the 3 Imperial Navy Fleet Groups created for the conflict are comprised of roughly:

14 Imperator II-class Star Destroyers
8 Imperator I-class Star Destroyers
5 Lancer-Class Frigates
5 Corellian Gunships
3 Executor-class Super Star Destroyers
2 Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyers
1 Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer (as only two have been allocated, one fleet group is without an Eclipse-class vessel, but has an extra Sovereign- and Executor-class vessel to make up for this)

IC:

Admiral Grey'ssh's Fleet Group Alpha appeared abruptly and without warning above the planet Earth. Admiral Grey'ssh walked slowly along the bridge's central walkway which separated the crew pits, his eyes focussed on the looming blue-green world.

"Scan report, Captain," he asked calmly.

The Captain brought up the relevant data on his datapad.

"The forward Star Destroyers have reported witnessing several missile launches from enemy satellites, targetting allied forces. Also, one of our allies appears to have dispatched a space-capable vessel of their own, and it has made it into the atmosphere. However, with that satellite array still up we don't know how long it'll last."

"Good... Any sign of National Commonwealth vessels?" the Admiral inquired.

"No sign yet, sir, but all units are on alert for new arrivals."

The Admiral nodded, "Order constant sensor sweeps in all directions."

"Aye sir, they won't take us off-guard if we can help it."

In the distance, the Admiral could just see rows of tiny dark specs between them and the planet. A flash of light flared out as another missile launched...

"Captain," the Admiral's voice was suddenly hard, "order all Imperator-class vessels to attack and destroy that satellite array. I want it down immediately."

The Captain nodded briefly and talked quietly into his comm-link. Ahead and all around them, Star Destroyer after Star Destroyer increased speed, heading towards the array. A flash of green light as the first Star Destroyer to reach the array commenced firing.. another flash.. and another. A burst of light as one of the satellites exploded.

"Reports from that kill are coming in now..." the Captain said distractedly, listening to them in his ear piece, "one of the shots fired appears to have struck the missile in the launch tube. The explosion reached into the missile rack within the satellite, and the whole thing went up from there. No active or latent defence systems have been detected in any of the satellites, either."

"Good job. Order all assigned vessels to target the loaded missile tubes." The Admiral appeared thoughtful, "Any and all empty tubes will be fired upon aswell... If we can mangle the empty tubes enough, then the threat those satellites pose is neutralized, albeit temporarily... As for the apparent lack of defence mechanisms, we must not under any circumstance be lulled into a false sense of security. I want every ship attacking that array to be on the lookout for defence mechanisms, regardless of scan results."

Even as Admiral Grey'ssh stopped talking, the orders had gone out. Half a dozen more Star Destroyers had by now reached the satellites, forming a blockade or sorts between them and the command ships, in case the satellite array did have the ability to fire outward aswell as inwards.

The officer manning the main communications terminal looked up at the Admiral expectantly, "Sir, the Grand Admiral wants you to report. Oh and the leader of the Southeastasian forces has sent a transmission requesting a strategy meeting, with all military leaders in the conflict on our side to be in attendance."

The Admiral nodded and left the Bridge for his command chamber...

OOC: That was godmoding right there. I think they'll probably ignore it...

Sorry, I thought the war started already. Are we going to have the strategy session here or on AIM or something?

The war has started. I was just pointing out that almost no enemy resistence at all was godmodding. I also agree to the idea of a Civic Coalition conference and a Corporate Entente Conference.

Once the satellite array has been brought down, it'll be safe enough to send shuttles down to pick up any required commanders on the ground. Grand Admiral Pil'x can host a Civic Coalition Conference on his flagship in a designated safe zone, if you'd like.

ooc:

I was waiting for someone to fire at my transports. Did anyone read my introductory post? I was assuming that they made it through. Are we supposed to RP our enemy for them? BTW, just so that there's no confusion, you're supposed to infer from this post that my fighters are attacking the orbital platforms.

ic:

AN AIRFIELD IN JOINT CONGLOMERATES

"Let's go! Let's go!" The Blue Force commandoes piled out of the space launch, their feet finally planted on the ground. Down the runway were four more of the craft, unloading their troops. They had caught the enemy by surprise.

Isolated gunshots rang out from control tower. Pistol fire, probably, Captain Puller thought. He pulled out his AR-23 and took careful aim at one of the muzzle flashes. Standing there in the middle of the runway, he looked vulnerable, but the enemy was not such a great shot. Pulling the trigger, Puller heard a CAROOSH and smelt stale ozone. A plasma round shattered a window and kept going until it burst, sending scalding-hot gases into the control tower room. It burst into flames instantly.

Grabbing the shoulder of a soldier as he ran out to set up a perimeter, he shouted to him. "Do you know where the Lieutenant is by any chance, son?!" Startled, the soldier paused for a moment, then replied, "No, sir!". "Well, get back to what you were doing." He had to find his fire team leaders.

Puller noticed that the shooting from the control tower had stopped. Just as planned, the commando teams moved out and occupied the airfield structures. The sky was just turning blue after a short sunrise. Small flashes of light could be seen- probably some kind of space battle. He hoped that the fighters could keep those damn orbital defence platforms of their tails. Walking toward a large hangar were he planned to set up his command post, Puller spoke into his battlesuit's computer. "Computer, inform all fire team leaders to gather at Point Green and give me an update on what they're doing." All he heard in reply was a beep, an acknowledgement that the computer processed his request. There was no telling what the computer would do with the order. Puller didn't trust these fancy electronics.

Arriving at the hangar, he was impressed to notice that the fire team leaders had already gathered. "Smith!" One of his subordinates called his name. "We did it. The airport's ours." Puller smiled. "Alright, men, but we have to be ready for anything. Who knows what the hell they're gonna try to pull."

Suddenly, more shots rang out from the southern perimeter. Nobody knew what they were, but they could tell that they weren't from the commando's guns..

OOC: You do know that Joint Conglomerates isn't on, since his status is offline right? Maybe thats the reason he didn't respond.

Yeah, but I posted that yesterday.

Yeah, but not exactly 24 hours away. He could be in a diffrent time zone, or in school etc. :gundge:

Let's stop bitching, it's breaking up the flow of the thread. Let's put all OOC posts in the signup thread.

OOC: Geehee, I actually get to post to a topic which has "closed RP" in it! And don't worry, I'm not playing FT, my manned space ships' tech is old as heck, or at least PMT.

IC:

Earth's orbit, US MRPV8419

Captain Vladimir Borschknov looked at the coordinates he had been given in Sebytania. Reconnaisance mission. Damn, how are we supposed to find anything with this crap?

"Private, what is our current location?"

"Sir, as far as I can see, we're just about over the target. Coordinates 4057,2592."

Borschknov grabbed his earphones and microphone and started speaking.

"Nest, this is Bee Five. We're approaching the target. Current location 4057,2593. Over."

"Nest to Bee Five. Glad to hear that, get those cameras rolling. Try to get the capital to your sights. Over."

"That's a roger Nest. We'll start looking. Out."

The captain moved to the telescope and pushed the private out of his way. He started the camera, put the spotter's earphones on and began to peel trough the telescope.

"Kumilov, start the radio recorder and report to me if you hear anything unusual. Ratosky, you check the papers."

"Yes sir!"

The cone-shaped vessel floated trough the orbit peacefully. No one talked, all the four men sat in their seats, waiting for someone to report anything about the Corporates' movements. After a while, the captain started to focus his telescope and talked into the radio.

"This is Bee Five to Nest. I think we've found the honey. I suppose you have started receiving the picture by now? Over."

"Nest to Bee Five. We see your picture crystal-clear. Delay three seconds."

"That's good to hear. From the looks of it, there seems to be a riot or something going on in the city. I'll try to zoom a bit. Over."

"Yep, that's what it seems like. We'll get it analyzed as soon as possible, but I think we have pretty good footage right now. Try to get a focus in the governmental buildings. Over."

"Governmental buildings? Pretty strange, being just a routine flight... Roger. Hell, what's that sound? Holy shit, is that what I think it is?"

The US MRPV8419 blew up quickly after the Athiesism fighters had hit them. And even hours later, Segety thought it was a radio failure.

"What the hell was that?" Taggart yelled at Delta Two. "I don't know, boss, it wasn't responding to our hails." Commander Taggart was incensed. The pilot's weren't supposed to fire upon anything that wasn't confirmed enemy. There were all kinds of friendlies flying around the area.

Taggart heard Delta Two come on the radio net again. "It was probably one of theirs. Should we tell HQ?" He sighed. "No... No, just keep on the platforms."

OOC: Sorry I'm late!

IC:
Code Tango-4
LAUNCH 1st Combined Naval Force

"Understood. Dragoon Recon 1, FLARE UP!" The airmaster for the Katrina had recieved his orders - to launch one helicopter for recon of the area near JC. Brigader General Näc Shé'Dú'Räc, for the Elven Special Teams forces, was chosen. He had led the force since Corp. Venctura had left for a special assignment.

"Nighthawk 1, on flare-up." The Cobra helicopter was the pinnacle of TFR technology. It was designed to fly far, and fast. They had developed an engine which could recharge itself - an ingenious concept, really. Capable of sending the craft to 350 MPH in 25 seconds, it had never worn down in 1 million miles of flight. Only problem was the downforce - it flattened anyone on deck. The helicopter shot out into the sky, moving towards JC territory, as the Katrina fired up its own special brand of engine too.

OOC: Sorry I'm late!

IC:
Code Tango-4
LAUNCH 1st Combined Naval Force

"Understood. Dragoon Recon 1, FLARE UP!" The airmaster for the Katrina had recieved his orders - to launch one helicopter for recon of the area near JC. Brigader General Näc Shé'Dú'Räc, for the Elven Special Teams forces, was chosen. He had led the force since Corp. Venctura had left for a special assignment.

"Nighthawk 1, on flare-up." The Cobra helicopter was the pinnacle of TFR technology. It was designed to fly far, and fast. They had developed an engine which could recharge itself - an ingenious concept, really. Capable of sending the craft to 350 MPH in 25 seconds, it had never worn down in 1 million miles of flight. Only problem was the downforce - it flattened anyone on deck. The helicopter shot out into the sky, moving towards JC territory, as the Katrina fired up its own special brand of engine too.


"Commander..."

"Yes?"

"We are picking up an inbound object, traveling at high speed orders?" The Capitol Police Radar operator spoke, his voice cold and mechanical from behind the gas mask..

"Order the ZSU 633's to remain vigilant... Have their radars operate on full Sweeps, If it enters Kraven Controlled air space, Shoot it down..."

"Understood Commander, Relaying orders... ZSU's Units, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Tango and Foxtrot... You Have Inbound, Track Target and Intercept if possible, Respond." The Capitol Police troopers voice remained unchanged, his voice cool, calm and machine like...

"This is ZSU Brigade Commander, Understood... We have Radar Sighting... Tracking targets, Awaiting until Inbound is in range...."

"Understood, Command Unit out"

http://honiralpa.myfreeforum.org/ftopic3.php

(ZSU 633 at the bottom of the page)

IC: Captain Salasus looked at the Lieutenant in disbelief.

"They shot a friendly satellite? A friendly satellite? Without provocation?" he asked, the unexpected news still sinking in.

The Lieutenant nodded slowly, still not quite believing it himself.

"What in the name of the Emperor are they playing at!?" the Captain half-yelled.

"I don't know, sir," the other replied, "that's all we've got right now."

"Get back to your station, Lieutenant. Let me know if there are any more incidents."

"Aye sir," the Lieutenant responded. He picked up his datapad, saluted and left.

The Captain got up, suddenly weary. "I'd better report this to the Admiral," he murmured, "he's not going to like this."

Meanwhile, aboard the Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer Subjugator, Admiral Grey'ssh's flagship...

"Continue the attack, Admiral," the Grand Admiral ordered, satisfied by the other Admiral's report, "be vigilant and do not lower your guard."

Admiral Grey'ssh saluted, "Yes sir. Strength and honour."

"Strength and honour."

The holo-projection of the Grand Admiral flickered and died, before coming back on-line briefly and dieing once again. A flicker of annoyance crossed Admiral Grey'ssh's face. This new Holo-Projector Communication technology was already starting to annoy the hell out of him. He much preferred the traditional, still-used vid screens. Much more practical, and they didn't keep dieing on him like the Holo-Projector did. Oh well, he thought, hopefully the Grand Admiral will be having the same problems as we are. Maybe he can put in a request to confine the blasted Holo tech in R&D until it actually works...

"Lieutenant, get a tech team on that damn Holo-Projector. It keeps dieing on me, and flickering about annoyingly. I want it fixed."

"Yes sir, I'll get on that as soon as I--"

"You'll get on it now Lieutenant," the Admiral interrupted, his annoyance and frustration showing very clearly. "There are plenty of other crew members just as capable as you who would be more than happy to occupy your position."

The young officer nodded nervously, understanding what was being implied, and, without a word, saluted and left. The Captain of the ship walked up to the Admiral from the crew pit, datapad in hand, his mustache bristling with agitation.

"Sir, a report from Captain Salasus of the Grey Wolf, uh, one of the Star Destroyers currently engaged in combat operations with the Satellite Array. You'll need to read this."

The Admiral nodded and took the datapad from the Captain...

OOC: I see you're fond of AirSoft weapons tech too, Kraven. :p

JC - Am I right to think the Satellite Array has no self-defence mechanisms, and that it cannot fire away from the planet?

IC: Captain Salasus looked at the Lieutenant in disbelief.

"They shot a friendly satellite? A friendly satellite? Without provocation?" he asked, the unexpected news still sinking in.

The Lieutenant nodded slowly, still not quite believing it himself.

"What in the name of the Emperor are they playing at!?" the Captain half-yelled.

"I don't know, sir," the other replied, "that's all we've got right now."

"Get back to your station, Lieutenant. Let me know if there are any more incidents."

"Aye sir," the Lieutenant responded. He picked up his datapad, saluted and left.

The Captain got up, suddenly weary. "I'd better report this to the Admiral," he murmured, "he's not going to like this."

Meanwhile, aboard the Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer Subjugator, Admiral Grey'ssh's flagship...

"Continue the attack, Admiral," the Grand Admiral ordered, satisfied by the other Admiral's report, "be vigilant and do not lower your guard."

Admiral Grey'ssh saluted, "Yes sir. Strength and honour."

"Strength and honour."

The holo-projection of the Grand Admiral flickered and died, before coming back on-line briefly and dieing once again. A flicker of annoyance crossed Admiral Grey'ssh's face. This new Holo-Projector Communication technology was already starting to annoy the hell out of him. He much preferred the traditional, still-used vid screens. Much more practical, and they didn't keep dieing on him like the Holo-Projector did.

"Lieutenant, get a tech team on that damn Holo-Projector. It keeps dieing n me, and flickering about annoyingly. I want it fixed."

"I'll get on that as soon as I--"

"You'll get on it now Lieutenant. There are plenty of other crew members just as capable as you who would be more than happy to be promoted to the rank of Lieutenant."

The young officer nodded nervously, and, without a word, saluted and left. The Captain of the ship walked up to the Admiral from the crew pit, datapad in hand, his mustache bristling with agitation.

"Sir, a report from Captain Arkreign of the Grey Wolf, uh, one of the Star Destroyers currently engaged in combat operations with the Satellite Array. You'll need to read this."

The Admiral nodded and took the datapad from the Captain...

OOC: I see you're fond of AirSoft weapons tech too, Kraven. :p


OOC: Yes Love air softing, Got invited to join a team too, but looks like replica guns are going to be outlawed in Britain :( so the beloved hobby may die out)

The ZSU's continued to track the inbound hostile... their radars following the target carefully, the automated turret was active and already preping the fire the quad assault cannons at the incomming....

-Lone alliance Embassy Southeastasia-
"This is not good, not good at all." The Lone Alliance Delagate muttred watching the result of the carnage of what was going on at The Kraven Corporation Embassy. "We can't get in on this ourselves but we're sending in our sister nation, it won't be enough though."

Chief Commander Alan Chartesque gazed over the men and women dressed in their sleek blue silk uniforms focused intently on maintaining seemless operation of the Axium-Class Command Vessel, N.C.S. Olympique, and relaying information to the surrounding ships.

"Sir, you have an encrypted tel-link on Sat 9. Would you like me to put it through? I believe it's from Verum."

"Put it through."

The elevated platform which Chartesque was standing on immediately flowered to surround him with a privacy shield and holographic display that revealed the intense yet fanciful glare of Premier Vrai.

"My friend, how are things in the heavens?"

"We're making it Rich. We haven't encountered any problems yet. None, and it's beginning to worry me because it just doesn't feel right. I do want you to know that you have a great group of people out here defending the Republic, and my confidence in this fine group is only growing. I almost feel like they can run the command themselves..."

The 250 ship strong escorting force, glided through hyperspace along with 50 huge LTFB transport carriers.

"...Alan, we've got a huge fight ahead of us."

"You stay busy with your politics, Rich. Leave the fighting up to me."

"Keep me informed. I want to know the real deal from you, at least once every 30 hours. I can't trust these raving defense bureaucrats running around here with roseated facts. I need to hear it from you."

"Definitely..I'll make sure..." ..A strong jolt knocked the man to his feet as the transmission is abruptly interrupted and the battle-view holographic cuts across, displaying the NCUC fleet exiting hyperspace and sustaining fire from a distant fleet of Star Destroyers. "End Transmission Computer!"

Chartesque's platform deconstructed to quickly reveal a frantic crew struggling to charge the ships weapon systems and moving into defensive positions. "Commander, shall we engage?"

"By all means! Broadcast to all ships, fire at will!"

Several new jump points formed as the sluggish LTFB transports made their way towards the planet carrying their precious payload of supplies, troops, naval ships and ground forces.

"All foward batteries target defense arrays and powerplants. Those ships must be protected at all costs."

A powerful haze blue neutron beam is fired from the Axium Class Super Dreadnought towards a Sovereign Class Star Destroyer attempting to slice into the metallic skin.

Although the first platform was a disarmed burning hulk, a 83.55% of it's structure remained. Since the explosion knocked it out of orbit, it would either be reeled in like a fisherman's catch by gravity or thrown out into the seemingly infinite realms of space. The former happened to it.

Slowly, it began its fiery descent to the ground, picking up the speed as it went lower and lower.

Somewhere over a mass body of water near the FJC territory....

Two C-5 Galaxy transports were carrying the materials to create two bases. Along with the logistics to field quite a lot of men. They would be the first ones to land. Then they detected a huge object crashing from above. In front of their path, a totaled metal heap hit the waters. It generated a huge splash of water, quickly sinking as it just came.

The pilots quickly figured it out. It was one of the satellite platforms they had been warned about. Thank god it didn't hit them. One of the pilots looked up to the great blue heavens; stretching her neck. Brief flashes of light could be seen. She assumed that it was probably some kind of big space battle...

An officer manning one of the Scanner Arrays looked up and called, "Admiral, National Commonwealth vessels detected inbound. Unfortunately, we have engaged them in combat."

Admiral Grey'ssh ran over to the Holo Display where a scaled, holographic version of the battle was taking place.

"Damn.. Do we have vectors?"

"Yes sir. All came from Vector six-nine mark twenty-three."

The Admiral nodded and without another word, sent off the heavily encrypted NCUC Confirmation Code (which had been created just seven hours previously aboard the Grand Admiral's flagship) to the Grand Admiral. He also sent a similar code to the N.C.S. Olympique - this code, however, contained a different message, one unknown to all but the Imperial Inquisition and the Grand Admiral:

"A .~ AXFSC .+. AX[FSC52LD .;@.\\. AXFSC52LD-]VER5"

He had been given the code by the Grand Admiral to give the N.C.S. Olympique upon its arrival. Apparently it contained something which guaranteed the safety of both fleets. The Grand Admiral had said the commander of their fleet would know precisely what it meant. Was it a peace offer? A threat? ...blackmail? The Admiral hadn't a clue, but he sincerely hoped that whatever it was would work.

He knew how powerful the larger ships of the National Commonwealth were, and he didn't much like having to go head-to-head with them. Grey'ssh couldn't help but wince as the guns of one of the Perimeter Star Destroyers which was practically sitting on a large enemy ship fell silent. It had been badly damaged, as it was the first to come under fire. From its belly docking bays poured forth clouds of TIEs, shuttles, troop transports and other small vessels, all rushing toward the safety of the fleet.

He guessed about 85% of the escapees were out of range of the coming blast when the Star Destroyer's reactor went critical. The light of the explosion was so great that the Admiral had to look away, despite the light-filtering qualities of the Bridge's viewports.

When the light faded, he could see a huge cloud of smoke and debris where the Star Destroyer had been, and the immense, long NCUC ship appeared to have sustained a horrific amount of damage to its forward sections. Understandable really, considering the magnitude of such an explosion. No amount of shielding could hide you from that. Grey'ssh hoped that it was the enemy fleet's command ship, but seeing as it was so far forward, he doubted it.

The Admiral turned away.

"Status of the Satellite Array?"

One of the officers in the crew pit looked up at him, "The satellite's armour is more resistant to our weapons fire than anticipated, sir. Only 40% of all Satellites have been disabled or knocked out of orbit. ... No, wait, reports coming in of another one down. That's 50% now. The rest should be down soon, if all goes well."

Meanwhile, aboard the Black Vengeance in orbit around an unspecified planetary body...

Grand Admiral Pil'x Cracken was sitting in his Command Chamber, surrounded holograms of various non-Imperial weapons. This was unusual for him, as he preferred to study art, but it was important to him that he study the enemy's weapons. These, like their art, held tactical and strategic knowledge which few would have known was there at all.

And then it arrived. The NCUC Confirmation Code arrived with a beep, and appeared the holographic form. It displayed the battle as it had been when the transmission was sent, and it contained all the details of it - which ships were which, how many satellites remained, how much battle damage each individual ship had sustained, etc etc...

He switched on his Comm, and set it to the frequency used by Fleet Group Commanders, as he sent the other Admirals. "Fleet Group Alpha has met with the National Commonwealth's space forces and its task of disabling the Satellite Array is under threat. I have also just recieved the inbound vectors of the enemy fleet. Fleet Group Upsilon, you have new orders: Jump to the new co-ordinates you have just been sent, and then from there to the ongoing battle. I want your fleet group to come out of hyperspace as soon as the Proximity Alert alarms start."

"Yes sir." replied the commander of Fleet Group Upsilon. He would naturally wait until all the Grand Admiral's orders had been given out before leaving.

"Fleet Group Ximicron, we are to jump to the following co-ordinates: six-six-oh-oh mark five-oh-three mark three-four-five-five. From there, you are to jump into the ongoing battle. Each jump for both of our Fleet Groups should take no more than thirty seconds each. Commanders, from now on this is to be known Operation Trident Claw. If the enemy commander does not accept or believe the code's meaning, and so does not halt his attack, engage at will and do not hesitate to use every weapon at your disposal. Yes Commanders, this does include superlasers."

"Yes sir," replied the commanders of Fleet Groups Ximicron & Upsilon, "moving out now."

With that done, the Grand Admiral got up and headed to the Bridge.

The Prime Minister sighed. He had told the people eight hours and five minutes ago that the bombs had been dropped over the designated area. But now, it appeared that things were going to turn for the worse. Why? Fergus Lee, an office intern and a good man by nature, had screamed his title in shock.

"What is it, Mr. Lee?" he said, putting on a blank face that hid the fact that he anticipated bad news was going to be heard.

"Your Leadership," the secretary panted, "the Merkar Republic's fighters, by accident, fired upon a Sebytanian spy satellite after they mistook one for a Joint Conglomerates' orbital missile satellite network."

The politician turned his head down, appearing to be embarassed. Brilliant! Now we have turned a neutral player against us!

Segety, governmental office

President Ivan Nagunov sat behind his desk, staring at his documents. Suddenly, someone knocked the door.

"Um... Sir, may I disturb you for a little?"

"Sure, come in."

A young cadet opened the door and stepped in. He saluted the president and started speaking.

"Sir, we have lost contact with our ship US MRPV eight-four-one-nine. The ship was on a recon mission over Joint Conglomerates and the last signal we got was from above of a city, expected to be their capital."

"Damn. Bring Strenovska here, now!"

"Yes sir!"

The cadet left the room, and Nagunov looked at his desk again. Do the Joint Conglomerates have spaceships? No, they can't have. Some information should have leaked... The president was disturbed by the defence minister, Vladimir Strenovska, stepping in.

"Sir?"

"Ah, good to see you Vladimir. Take a seat. Now, what exactly happened out there?"

"As far as we can tell by now, it certainly was not a radio failure. It sounded like something was approaching them just before we lost contact with them, but Hamalaigrad reported they didn't see anything but some enemy satellites in the radar. And the Joint Conglomerates certainly don't have an orbital missile system."

"Yes, that's what we know. But maybe it was not a Joint Conglomerates ship? But who would want to shoot one satellite-looking vessel in the vincinity of at least hundreds of others? That just doesn't make sense."

"We could wire to Joint Conglomerates and demand an explanation of a... well, shall we say satellite dissappearing in their orbit? Then we could send in some paratroopers..."

"No! Spying is one thing, but lying is another. We don't want any attention in this one. If we get new information, let me know, but the accident should never come to the public."

"Yes sir. But shouldn't we, if nothing, ask Southeastasia about it? They or the other nations in the conflict might know something."

"No, at least not yet. Dismissed."

Neo was still in the Office of the Prime Ministry, after Fergus had been asked to leave and give him time to think. He was still considering the options he could do. He didn't want the Soviet Union of Sebytania turning against them and siding with the Corporate Entente. But he didn't know how would the President of Sebytania react to him privately telling the truth about the (accidentally) destroyed spaceship, or keeping it hidden away....

The Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer Judicator turned slowly into position, now fully facing the NCUC fleet. Not engaged with any of the enemy fleet, she hung there in space silently, as if watching the battle unfold. But she wasn't...

Her sister ship of the same class, the Eviscerator, had already engaged the enemy and was locked in combat with one of their ships. Her starboard turbolaser batteries and heavy laser cannons were pounding away. She had launched just under half of her TIEs, who were at present engaged with the Super Dreadnought's own compliment of fighters, neither side giving any ground to the other.

Running along a quarter of the length of the starboard side of the Eviscerator was a fresh scar, created just minutes earlier by a neutron beam from the enemy Super Dreadnought. At first the beam had been successfully fended off by the Eviscerator's powerful shield array, but the power of the weapon had eventually overloaded two of its shield towers, causing a section of its shielding to go down temporarily. Then they had fired again, this time at the still-shielded Bridge Tower, but it hadn't managed to get through. Only now was the downed shield section coming back up again.

Onboard the Eviscerator...

An officer walked onto the bridge and saluted, "Captain, Starboard Shields are back on-line, and the aft shield systems appear to have held up pretty well against that last Neutron Beam attack."

Captain Maressa turned around and nodded. "Good," she responded, feeling a little safer now. "I want you to find out how many we lost in that first Beam blast."

"Aye ma'am," the officer responded, before heading off the Bridge, down to the damaged areas.

Through the Bridge's windows, Captain Abigail Maressa watched the starfighter battle raging outside. She could hear the muffled thuds of shots being fired and shots being recieved, but through her years of Naval service she'd learned to simply tune it out.

She turned to the Tactical Officer now standing behind her.

"Awaiting orders, ma'am," he said as she turned to face him.

"I think now is the time to show them our Ion Cannons, Commander," she responded, a faint smile gracing her features. "Target all weapons blisters in range, I want those out of commission for as long as possible, so that the Heavy Laser Cannons and Turbolasers can really make a mess of them. Focus your fire on one or two targets at once or it won't take long for the Ion Cannons' affects to wear off. Then, move on to the Shield Generators and the Bridge. Take that blasted ship apart piece by piece, Commander..."

"Yes ma'am," he replied enthusiastically, "we will not fail you."

"You had better not..." she responded under her breath as he left.

Onboard the Judicator...

"Superlaser is charged and ready, sir."

Captain Abezzar Nu'rael smiled.

"Excellent.. most excellent.. Target a Transport Carrier of your choice, and make sure there is as little risk of hitting our own forces as possible. You may fire when ready."

He looked out at the stars and the planet below them. "It is sad it has come to this," he said quietly to himself, but as he watched two damaged Star Destroyers frantically trying to fend off another enemy Super Dreadnought, a fresh surge of anger and certainty rushed through him, quelling any doubts he had.

OOC: Been having trouble with internet please give me a general idea of the current situation.

OOC: If anyone's still interested in the strategy conference...

IC:

The Merkar Republic invites all of its allies to take part in a strategy session aboard the MRS Invincible. Feel free to join.

MRS INVINCIBLE

HOVERING A THOUSAND miles above Earth, the Merkari battleship remained unmoving but ready for action. It was to see none today, though; Admiral Fox had arranged the furniture as best he could, and they were ready to host the allied representatives.

The leaders of the allies opposed to Joint Conglomerates had sent here today either their representatives or themselves in person. Wine had been prepared, but Admiral Fox, as always, preferred beer. Grabbing his ice-cold Blue Merkari, his favorite, he turned to face the horshoe-shaped table. Sitting in comfortable seats were the representatives and heads-of-state. The Admiral had insisted on folding chairs and plastic tables, but he was ignored. Just because the damn allies had come here today meant that they had to be pampered. The Merkari military did not have a single piece of formal furniture on this ship, its greatest carrier. Mahogany tables and plush floating chairs had to be shipped in, and they arrived at the last minute. What a terrible waste of time.

Some of those seated talked amongst themselves, others read, the rest did apparently nothing. The Admiral heard his watch beep. Time for the show.

"Comrades!" Fox called as he put down his beer. The light chatter died down. The representatives turned their heads in different directions, trying to see where the voice was coming from. Admiral Fox slowly strolled out of the shadow of the cocktail bar. He did not look rushed, and neither did most of his guests as they turned their heads to face him. Their heads followed his movement for a few seconds, until he halted in the middle of the room, in front of the U-shaped table. Smiling, he began to speak. "Welcome to the Invincible. I trust that you all have had some refreshments. Now, let us discuss the plan." His smile faded too slow for anyone to notice. Fox had put on his business face.

"Any questions before we begin, Comrades?"

OOC:

To Black Agents: Basically all that's happening is that Bastion Prime is attacking the satellite array and fighting the enemy fleet at the same time. I have a few fighters attacking the array too, but they accidentaly shot down a Seblyatian recon vessel. I also landed a total of 300,000 troops at 30 different airfields in Joint Conglomerates, but I want to wait for the strategy conference to use them.

ooc: Just came up with this...
ic:

"Admiral!" A young man burst into the briefing room, interrupting the allied strategy conference. "What is it, Ensign?" Admiral Fox turned his head right to face the messenger has he ran through the open door. "We need you on the bridge, sir!" Not saying a word to his guests, he walked briskly out the door.

When he exited the elevator, the situational hologram was right in front of him. Continuing on his fast pace, he took up his position in the center of the room. He noticed what was going on. The National Commonwealth had finally arrived. "Well, Gartu, looks like our buddies need some help!" Gartu, the executive officer, was surprised that he avioded calling them "Bastard Prime" like he usually did. Maybe he just forgot this time. "Sir, we have the missiles targeted. There's sixteen fighter squadrons ready to launch. Do you want us to divert some from the satellite array?" Fox replied instanty. "No, keep the rest on the satellites. Tell our Bastard friends we'll take care of the satellites and they should watch their own backs. Get us behind the moon and power down so that the enemy can't detect us. Fire off all tubes." "Yes sir!" Gartu was smiling for some reason. Perhaps it was the excitement of the moment. For once they would be able to shoot at a real enemy.

In the front of the battleship, ten doors opened to reveal massive antimatter torpedoes. They were fired off, one by one, in rapid sucession. When these huge missiles were fired, ten more moved up to take their place, the reloads coming as fast as the weapons took flight. In all, 55 antimatter missiles were launched and divided between the National Commonwealth dreadnaughts, escorted by 192 Talon-class fighters...

//TRANSMISSION TO BASTION PRIME//

This is the Merkar Republic. We are firing 55 long-range missiles at the Commonwealth dreadnaughts along with 192 fighters. We recommend you concentrate your fire on the Commonwealth ships, as we have two and a half squadrons of fighters attacking the satellite array and we must deal with the warship threat first with our capital ships.

//END TRANSMISSION//

Raven corps new Board of Directors sat around thier cold metal desk discussing thier normal rounds of busniess- Money, war, research and production, And thier Former CEO Zion. The sectartary called on thier intercom with the news of JC's military sat. arrays being attacked. The Board remembered moblizing troops, and other weapons for the battle but had not expected the war to start as soon as it had. The board finished its busniess report and concluded thier meeting. Since no CEO has been elected to lead Raven corps, the troop handling was left in the hands of the temp. Although new to Security force handelings, he was a vet. of the Genetic center operations. So he called a meeting with the 2nd in coomand of the Security forces.

( meeting room )

The Temp CEO sat in his chair drinking his wine as the 2 nd in command entered. He walked up to the last chair on the other side of the desk and sat down.

" The 1st in command would have been much more able to perfrom your tasks." said the 2 nd in command

" True he would have been but.... He is dealing with Zion. And is unable to be here right now. General Markus M Zoin...... Any relation to our former CEO?" Asked the Temp

" NO, just very similar names" replied Markus

" Thats good. Markus You have a very impressive history with our company.... You fought for three years agianst our genetic weapons during thier outbreak in our Genetic center. How did you survive, I believed them to be monsters?" asked the Temp

" I only survived.... becuae I knew how. you dont work in the Center without talking to some of the other workers thier as well. You learn things. That center was playing God. A Lot of good men died trying to cover up that center." Replied Markus

" Markus YOu have heard that it has been rebuilt and that Zion now controls that place now." said the temp

Markuses eyes grew " how could someone even think about rebuiling that evil place? " screamed Markus

The Temp laughed and said " markus we now can control them, and thats why you are here. I need someone who knows the weapons. Should anything happen we need someone to kill them. " said the Temp

" Why what are you doing....?" asked Markus

" The Joint Conglomerates, our allies are under attack and so we feel it nessesary to send you in with 400,000 our our forces and with a few other weapons... a few lencher and a few hell-devils to name a few.." said the Temp

Markus was in a sweat, he slammed his fist into the metal desk and asked why they would polace these thing into the outside. But he did not expect an answer. Markus saluted and left to moblized the men, and wait for his " Weapons" to arrive.

\\TRANSMISSION TO THE MERKAR REPUBLIC\\

This is Bastion Prime. It is unlikely that your long-range missiles will have much of an effect on Commonwealth Dreadnaughts, but, then again, we have not seen them in action before so we will see, eh?

We appreciate the help you offer, and so in return your fighters will be granted permission to dock with our capital ships for repairs and other similar acts.

Those 192 fighters you are sending: We could really use them in the battle against the Nation Commonwealth's fighters. Fortunately fighter losses thus far have been minimal on both sides. The latest combined estimate is around 150 fighters. Specific numbers will be drawn up once space operations come to an end. But, sooner or later something has to give, which is why your fighter aid might just be what we need to turn the tide. However, we do have.. shall we say.. 'extensive reinforcements' on the way.

You may have some of your fighters attacking the Satellite Array, but those are very heavily-armoured satellites. The job could be done much faster with a Star Destroyer to help, which is why I have assigned the Grey Wolf to assist you in your efforts. This has freed up over a dozen Star Destroyers and hundreds of fighters to defend against the National Commonwealth threat. We thank you for your help in this matter.

\\END TRANSMISSION\\

//TRANSMISSION TO BASTION PRIME//

We would like you to be aware that our missiles are 100 meters long, cost $127 million each, and are packed with antimatter, the most destructive material in the universe. If they are not effective, then nothing is. About the fighters, we are re-allocating all of them to defence of your fleet and our missiles. Space launches are being prepared to ship the necessary maintenance equipment to your ships to operate our Talons.

//END//


ooc: I'm waiting for National Commonwealth to RP the effects of my attack.

MEMO
TO: ALL ALLIES OF THE CORPORATE ENTENTE
FROM: CHAIRMAN WILLIAM STRYKER, MAJORITY SHAREHOLDER, CEO OF OMNIPRESENT INC

Honored friends, I would like to personally extend to each of you an invitation to a strategy banquet in the Federation capital of Centralville tomorrow at 7:00 pm. Myself and my fellow colleagues of the Board are eager to meet you, and would be delighted at the opportunity to discuss the Corporate Entente's joint military strategy. We will also discuss your payment for assisting us in this high-minded, rightfully profit driven enterprise, and reparations we will impose upon the wicked, corrupt members nations of the Civic Coalition.

I look forward to tomorrow evening with great anticipation.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.

(ooc: By the way, I'm on US Eastern Standard Time, which is probably why we seem to be on at different times. I also get apalling amounts of homework. I apologize for being so slow with my RPs, I'll try to be better about it.)

A small contigent of Human Resources stand waiting in the frigid cold on a helipad atop the FJC headquarters skyscraper, awaiting the arrival of the Corporate Entente diplomats...

Meanwhile...

Chairwoman Debra Mackensay, Foreign Relations Minister, CEO of BioGen Industries surveyed the apallingly elaborate banquet the Human Resources were preparing in the cavernous FJC ballroom.

My God, she thought to herself as she turned and walked to the elevator, what a waste of money.

(ooc: Oh by the way, I can't make a map of my country because... well, I'm not really sure how to do that. Someone wanna be a champ and make one for me? Here's a layout of my nation for reference if you haven't already seen it- http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=445189
Also, could we kinda coordinate this so that the FJC doesn't get destroyed?)

( At Raven corps HQ- Terra city- Wiilink )

A chopper was waiting on top of their Corporate HQ. It was waiting for The new CEO- his name Colderon ZION. Son of the Former CEO Jason Zion. He was leaving to go to a meeting. Colderon hated meetings. The matters to be discussed- Strategy. As Colderon got into the chopper he opened a small channel with nono other then the Genetic center, The same place where Zion is holding up. The line was patched.

" This is Zion-corp- You are on a restricted line-please give your name and reason for calling" ordered the dispatcher

" Colderon Zion- I need to speak with my father."

" Approved-Patching you through now" replied the dispatcher
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" Hello." asked Zion

" Father, doing well?" asked Colderon

" Yes I am doing fine. Why did you call." asked ZIOn

" To tell you I have a plan. A plan to bring you back into the world" said Colderon

" I am listening " replied Zion

As the two talked the chopper closed in on JC's meeting place.

" This is Raven corps chopper 32-b requesting permission to land? Over"
Said The pilot.....

The beautiful, serene, gently repeating sunrises over the planet were punctuated by flashes of light, heavy explosions, and the thunderous clap of energy emanating from weapon systems.

It was hot; scorching temperatures from electrical and fiber optic fires barely off-set by the chemical extinguishing agent that clouded the bridge of the NCS Olympique.

A raspy voice addressed Chief Commander Chartesque, "Sir, as a result of a close proximity explosion from an enemy Star Destroyer, the Olympique has sustained catastrophic damage to all fore sections. The bio-armour has sealed it off, but we've lost communication with parts of the ship and all major systems are bordering critical. We are a virtual sitting duck and I suggest we evacuate the crew immediately."

Normally, the ships forward sections could be detached and jettisoned, but the damage from the explosion of the enemy vessel was much too substantial.

"Very well, give the orders."

"You must leave the ship too, sir. The Republic needs you!"

Crew members erratically moved through the bridge, quickly vacating it, leaving the two men in the clouded room. A small faint orange light flickers from the tel-comm module.

"I will leave, but I must take care of something first. You go now, and make it to the Orion. Protocol puts Chief Lieutenant Admiral Andrez in control of the fleet. He is on the NCS Orion and I need you to give him this."

Chartesque hands him a folded slip of paper right from his pocket with a small pendant.

"He will understand."

"Ay, sir."

The man quickly walked away, as Chartesque made his way to the tel-comm module. As he touched the small glowing light to receive what appeared to be an encrypted message, he peared out of the forward display. Even with his many years of experience, he stared in awe of the hundreds upon hundreds of ships and escape pods departing from what was left of the Olympique merging with the bio-armour of surrounding vessels to the background of intense laser fire.

After ascertaining the message, apparently from the Imperial Inquisition, he knew for certain he had to leave, "This changes everything. Why didn't I know earlier? This must stop now!"

Racing to the Olympique's last escape shuttle, power and gravatic stabilizers failing, he realized it was too late. He could never make it off the ship with the message that could perhaps save hundreds of thousands of lives. The ship's bio-armour was slowly dying and it would only be a matter of time before enemy fire breached the vessel.

Immediately, a large antimatter missile pierced the side of the large Super Dreadnought, critically disrupting the already failing bio-amour only to explode with a devastating blast that ripped the ship apart.

From the Orion, Admiral Andrez and his crew witnessed a massive explosion punctuated with blinding light coming from the direction of the once proud NCS Olympique.

Astonished, the admiral demanded, “What was the source of that torpedo? I want you to find it, and eliminate it."

A female voice replied, "Sir, we have identified the source as the Merkar Repubic via a signal from Joint Conglomerates defense array satellites. We detect heavy phaser arrays on the far side of the moon. There are nearly 200 fighters and some 40 plus missiles in bound from that location."

"Alright. Alert the fleet of their presence. I want all of my division alpha fighter squadrons deployed. Target our pulse weapons towards any in bound missiles. Our ships are remarkably strong, but even our advanced bio-armour cannot respond quick enough to handle multiple impacts with antimatter missiles. All ships are free to engage Merkar vessels at will. Gemini Destroyers are to focus their anti-gravitron pulse beams onto Merkar targets as well. Give them a taste of their own medicine!"

Several additional missles slammed into the sides of surrounding NCUC warships compromising them in conjuction with heavy firepower from Star Destroyers and numerous fighters. However, ships with fully functioning bio armour rapidly adapted, absorbing the impacts and growing back. The National Commonwealth ships continued to rein heavy neutron beams onto enemy ships causing substantial damage. NCUC Vraiment class fighters attacked the oncoming enemies with their Vorlonesqui lightening weapons.

"Sir, Our escort fleet is coming under heavy ion fire now. The fleet continues to engage all enemy vessels, but we are stretching ourselves thin."

Just then the fleet witnessed yet another even larger explosion as a huge LTFB transport carrier erupted into a massive fireball.

Now angry, Andrez remarks, "I have had it. Damnit, that's the fourth one. Call Verum! Request that the Premier order the Axium fleet at Loreani be sent here to reinforce us. Every lost LTFB is 50,000 men and women and millions of tons of supplies. Utilize neutron armaments and pulse weapons for the time being. I need a destroyer group to handle the Judicator starship now!"

A young man quietly steps onto the bridge holding a folded piece of paper, walking in the direction of Chief Admiral Andrez...

The hoses roared. Some managed to avoid the huge torrents; others didn't. But unfortunately, one stream that was targeting the leader of the strike missed...and hit the reporting crew of the Leafanistani International News Network. One camerawoman was killed because the force of the water, combined with the fact she hit the steel wall of the LINN van, broke her neck....

Corporal Miranda Li took the blast in her face. She remembered her family as her body slammed into the van. She punched a hole straight through the sheet metal exterior and through the complex equpiment inside, she rammed a concrete pole. Her neck snapped instantly. The crew caught the footage. It made the late night news. People were outraged. In the middle of a stagnating Frozopian conflict. Ministers were outraged, they wanted reperations. Millions for the damage to the family and a formal apology.

Ministry of Foreign Relations

For the wrongful death of Cpl. Miranda Li during an accident during a protest. We demand a payment of $1 million US to the family and a formal apology to the family.

[END]

Miranda Li awoke, she wondered if she was in the afterlife. Then she saw it, a man in a white coat. She freaked out, she jumped out, she realized she was naked. She paniked, the doctor called for backup. She turned around and saw more of her. Some with missing parts and odd lines sticking out of them. Then the doctor said something.

"Remain calm ma'am, please remain calm."

She didn't listen, she listened to her instincts and drop kicked the doctor. He flew across the room and smashed into the wall. A soldier came in with a biohazard suit and fired a tranquilizer at her. She could feel her conciousnes slipping away. So many questions, she wondered what was going on. She collasped. The soldier was thankful she was finally taken down. She wondered what was going on.

Another white room she woke up in. "Whats going on!" She was again given a sedative. More quiet.

The doctor wondered how long it would take to erase her memories. She had died, the memories were transfered correctly, but now how they planned it. The Raelian experiments were going well. Though how to deal with her alive again would be an interesting problem. The news had made it really evident she had died a rather painful death. They needed to place them into less dangerous situations. He heard a crash. Looked to his left, a scapel lay against a devastated test tube rack. He looked down at his subject, her eyes were wide open, and stabbed him in the face with a scapel. He was kicked in the chest, and went down.

Miranda was afraid. She stripped the doctor and put on his uniform. She read the signs in Japanese, her third langauge and figured out it was a base in the Eastern Leafanistani Sea based on the word construction. She snuck out to a MI-24 liftoff back to the mainland. She watched the island fade away. Fearful of being discovered she feigned tiredness. As soon as she got back she escaped to an area near a road. A few hitchhikes and sexual favors later, she was in the village of Harvet-Mellon and waiting for a Taxi. A warrant hadn't yet been issued because she was sure she had died. She wanted to find her news crew, and soon she would arrive on a flight out. Thank God she stole that guys wallet during the first hitchhike.

The Human Resource stationed at the communications console picked up the receiver and said flatly, "You are cleared for landing. Welcome to the Federation of Joint Conglomerates, Mr. Vizion."

A few yards away, Chairman Wagner was listening to the pirated radio transmission that had been intercepted from the Raven Corps helicopter. After a minute, he replaced the receiver and dialed Chairman Stryker's extension number.

"Stryker, I have some information that may prove to be rather useful."

bump

(ooc: Just what the hell does "bump" mean anyway? I've been doing this for like a month now, and I still haven't figured that out)

IC: Three hundred thousand Droid Combat Units marched out of the narrow streets of Agglomeratia and arrived at the barren wasteland of abandoned ware houses, ruined skyscrapers and cracked pavement that was the Outer Limits. Heat sensing units indicated the presence of the Southeastasian ground forces still struggling to recover from the satellite bombardment they had taken. The detachment of DCUs continued to approach and then stopped five hundred yards away from the Southeastasian encampment.

Back in the military operations room, Chairman Eisner received the DCUs' signals alerting him to their proximity to hostile combattants. He drew a long pull on his cigarette, exaled slowly and thought, let's rock and roll. He sent the electronic dispatch to attack.

Upon receiving the Military Operations Minister's signal, ten thousand of the droids detached themselves from the batallion and advanced towards the encampment. Using specially manufactured AK-47 Assault rifles, they opened fire on the enemy troops.

The attack on Southeastasian forces having commenced, Chairman Eisner turned and walked to the Satellite Weapons Network console. Then, picking up the receiver, he dialed Chairman Wagner's extension.

"Wagner, I need the Computer Technologies Ministry electronic authorization before I can order the second bombardment."

In his office Eisner grunted and dialed in the authorization codes into his portion of the SWN control board.

"Give the little nothings a run for their money, David," then hung up.

Eisner smiled, replaced the receiver and set coordinates for Merkar Republic forces. The National Commonwealth was one of their most crucial allies in the war between the Corporate Entente and the Civic Coalition, and both Stryker and Mackensay had given him explicit instructions to cover the National Commonwealth's ass when it came under fire. Eisner was only too pleased to oblige.

Having given the network the order to launch, he strode back over to his office window and lit another cigarette. The long, bright streaks from the missiles lit up the distant horizon. Eisner blew a cloud of smoke against the glass of the window and smiled in satisfaction.

There was nothing to do now but wait for the strategy banquet to get under way.

Agent 7 walked up into the banquet hall. The lavished hall was very appealing. Agent 7 heard a noise behind him. It was nothing more then a few servants. Agent 7 came out of the shadows and moved down the hallway he came upon the office for Chairman Styker. Agent 7 let himself in he wanted to say hello.

Chairman Stryker sat in his plush leather chair turned towards the window from behind his massive mahogany desk. Without turning, he chuckled softly to himself and said, "Agent 7. I'm so very delighted you could drop by for this little get-together we're having. Though I must say, you've arrived rather later than usual... I certainly trust you haven't lost your touch..."

Meanwhile in the Military Operations Control Room...
"Aw, how positivley adorable," spat Chairman Michael Laszlo, Internal Affairs Minister, CEO of CyberTech Inc sarcastically. "They think they've downed half of our network." He laughed loudly. "Oh these Southeastasians. They're such children, aren't they?"

Chairman Eisner chuckled but inwardly rolled his eyes. He, like all of the other members of the Board, was absolutley repulsed by this greasy little punk. Forcing cordiality into his voice he said, "I assume you want your auxilary satellite units sent up?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

Eisner turned to his console and began typing.

Three minutes later...
Two cargo rockets bearing a total of thirty Satellite Weapons Network units launched into orbit. Each deposited its cache to their respective positions in the Network.

Back in the Military Operations Control Room, Eisner turned to Laszlo and said, "The satellites are up and functioning. I'll just go ahead and crash the cargo ships into the ocean."

"No, don't," said Laszlo. "I have a better idea." Grinning wolfishly, he bent down and began typing on the console himself. When Eisner realized what he was doing, he began to chuckle again, but genuinley this time. The kid may be a little jerk, Eisner thought, but he sure is a clever little jerk.

Back in space...
The two cargo ships, still filled 90% with highly explosive fuel, turned and began speeding towards the Murkar Republic star ship. They were going to slam full force into the hull...

" I can assure you, Mr. Styker, I have not lost my touch. I was simplily admiring your halls. I hope you dont mind I brought a friend. His name is
Agent 55-B" said Agent 7.

At that time The other agent- 55-b came out of a shadow.

" Hello MR. Styker, I am agent 55-b Cybernetic Protectary/ Assasinary Humaniod. "

" He is my offical partner- I cant stand him. He lacks emotion..." said 7

Stryker turned his chair to face the Black Agent and his cybergenetic companion with a soft smile on his cold face.

"I would think individuals in your line of work would admire the ability to eliminate the complications of emotion." Stryker chuckled and leaned forward, placing his hands folded on the desk. "After all number 7," he continued, "it certainly can't give you a warm and fuzzy feeling plunging your sword into another human's vital organs."

Agent 7 only said in response

" Emotions when used correct fashion can be a powerful ally. But I dont feel much emotion these days. 55-b can not feel the pride of being an agent. He only knows what he wants to know."

55-b looked around the room and took out his sword. And said

" Thier is someone coming"

The massive ebony doors of Chairman Stryker's office flew open and in walked Chairwoman Debra Mackensay, Foreign Relations Minister, CEO of BioGen Industires. She began to say something but her cold, calculating voice was cut short by a shriek when the cyborg Agent 55-B backflipped in front of the Foreign Relations Minister and pointed it's sword milimeters away from her throat. Her eyes darted back and forth from the tip of the sword to Agent 7, who was appearing quite hostile and standing off in the shadows.

From behind his desk, Stryker roared with gleeful laughter and pounded his desk. "Chair... Chairwoman Mackensay," Stryker finally panted, "I'd like to introduce to you Agents 7 and 55-B."

When she realized what was going on, her look of panic melted into her usual countenance of contempt and superiority. Not to mention the fact that she was now royally pissed off. Turning to Agent 7 in the corner she said haughtily, "You know, BioGen Industries was making humanoids like this when you were running around in diapers."

"Careful, Debra," Stryker said. Anything resembling glee vanished from his voice and his usual cold, dangerous tone had returned. "You're addressing the man who is going to keep you from the courts of an international tribunal." Turning his head to Agent 7 he said cordially, "I wonder if you'd be so kind as to ask that marvelous contraption over there to remove his sword from my ambassador's artery?"

(ooc: Sorry, I know I was kind of godmodding there. By the way, I like these more personal, one-on-one interactions. We should do them more often.)

OOC: Erm, what you are attacking are Nistolonian soldiers awaiting the planes to arrive....anyway, back to IC.

IC:

Location:
Emerald Executive Recluse,
Lion City,
Southeastasia....

The Prime Minister had finally made his decision. He sighed, and hoped that the President of Sebytania would be in a forgiving mood, along with the Sebytanian people. He got to drafting his letter....

In outer space....

The second satellite was down. But this time, instead of hitting the ammunition reserves, the force of the cannons (by chance) knocked out it out of balance and out of orbit. Instead of being dragged down by gravity's fist, it drifted off into space, like the wind. But what would it hit in this maze of mechanical transports?

Aboard the LTFB ship N.C.V Entrepeneur....

Captain Juan Esperanza (along with every other captains of LTFBs) hoped the cover by the NCUC destroyers and dreadnaughts was enough to prevent the Bastion Prime Starfleet from damaging his ship, especially when it was about to enter a planet's atmosphere or near one. But it wouldn't be one of the enemy's. It would be from a friend.

Esperanza was on the bridge as he turned his head to the planet earth...to see the satellite spinning towards his ship. Despite the fact that he knew LTFBs were sluggish along with the piece of information that he couldn't abort orbital entry, he gave the order anyway.

"But sir..." the communications officer responded, "we can't, we'd might as well sit down and wait for the apocal - "

He screamed like a madman, "I don't give a damn, get us outta here!"

Those were his last words. The satellite crashed into the middle of the ship. The armed warheads then detonated. The force of the combined missiles ripped it into two pieces; as if the ship was a piece of paper.

The large pieces were then grabbed by gravity, beginning its descent to the ground....

The Imperial Lambda-class Shuttle Artful Dodger dodged and rolled, avoiding incoming fire from both sides, not to mention debris, smoke, capital ships and fighter craft. The pilot swore as he clipped a TIE Defender, which was chasing an enemy fighter. He hated being in situations like this.

A blast rocked the shuttle.

"Shit!" Aves shouted, trying desperately to avoid any ion blasts from the giant Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer to starboard, "I think we got company!"

"Roger that!" replied Nemphus, Aves's second in command, rushing to the rear turret of the shuttle. Aves heard half a dozen muffled turret firing sounds, and an even-more-muffled explosion.

"I got 'em sir, but they might send more our way!" Nemphus called from the rear of the ship.

Aha! There it is! Aves thought as he spotted the NCS Olympique beyond a large, spinning fragment of wrecked starship hull. He deftly maneuvered the shuttle around it, narrowly missing a dazzling blue-ish Neutron Beam fired from one of the National Commonwealth's big ol' Super Dreadnoughts. Sharply veering to port, he ran the shuttle past NCS Olympique's Bridge, and along the starboard side of the fore sections.

He switched on the Command Pin Detector, given to him by the Grand Admiral himself, and quickly located several commanding officers, but only one of them was on the bridge. Chief Commander Chartesque, I presume, Aves thought. Turning round, Aves rushed the shuttle back to the bridge.

Through the viewport of the bridge he could see a figure disappearing down a corridor, presumably to an escape pod. If there were even any left. Correcting the shuttle's position, Aves once again flew the shuttle down the starboard side of the rapidly-decaying ship. Spotting a very large missile heading towards the NCS Olympique, he knew his time was running out. And then it hit. Fortunately the shuttle was in such a position by the Super Dreadnought as to be mostly shielded from the Anti-Matter blast.

He looked at the Tactical Display. Good, the Chief Commander was still alive. He maneuvered the shuttle to face the Chief Commander's now-static position, lowered the ramp and rammed into the weakened hull. The air rushed out of the corridor, items and loose bits of ship and equipment being sucked out. Chief Commander Chartesque was sucked out along with it, hitting the ramp and rolling halfway up. Even as he rolled, the ramp was raised and the shuttle airlock re-pressurised.

"Is the Chief aboard!?" Aves cried, hoping for an affirmative.

"We got him, sir!" Nemphus yelled back.
"Yeah, and he's not even very badly hurt!" rejoined Melissa, the female medical officer assigned for this mission.

To the starboard side of the shuttle, more escape pods jettisoned. Presumably the last ones out, Aves assumed. Ahead of the shuttle, the NCS Olympique began to break up. Aves decided to test its remaining strength and fired a couple of shots from the forward cannons. The now-ruined inner wall of the corridor in front of the shuttle disintegrated, as did several walls inside, but then they struck something, and a huge fireball blew out. Startled, Aves threw the shuttle into reverse and hit a piece of debris.

"Dammit" he swore, trying to avoid a large tangle of cables.

"What the hell are you doing?" an annoyed Melissa called up.

"Sorry about that!" Aves responded.

He put the ship back into forward motion and flew the shuttle at full pelt beneath the dieing Super Dreadnought. Turning hard to port, the Lambda-class Shuttle Artful Dodger headed towards the co-ordinates where they were due to rendezvous with the Grand Admiral's personal flagship...

Elsewhere aboard the Artful Dodger...

Nemphus and Melissa pulled the Chief Commander onto a gurney and brought him into Passenger Room A (there are 2 small passenger rooms onboard the shuttle, and one medium-sized cargo room). They took hold of him and carefully lifted him onto an extra thickly padded crash couch.

Nemphus nodded to Melissa and headed back to the rear turret, while Melissa opened her MediPack and began checking the Chief Commander for any signs of wounds or other harm.

OOC:

According to my timescale, this is the beginning day two of the war or D+1 in military-speak. I think that it makes the most sense, because the space battle hasn't been going on for too long and too much happened so far to crunch it into one day.

More to come later about the transports trying to ram my ships and the JC firing at my ground forces...

secret ic to all except my allies:

//TRANSMISSION TO BASTION PRIME//

If the torpedoes fail to destroy the enemy, we must at least prevent the enemy transports from making landfall. If the missiles fail, we request that you distract the enemy warships away while we attack the enemy in the rear and destroy his transports. We are more than capable of dealing with them and their escorts as long as you keep the heavy warships away, and, hiding behind the moon, we are optimally positioned to attack the enemy in the rear. It is ESSENTIAL that we destroy these tranports. Allowing them to arrive on Earth would be a substantial success for the enemy.

//END//

not-secret ic:

IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER EVISCERATOR- 0700 HOURS, DAY TWO OF THE WAR

LIEUTENANT TAGGART rested his hands on the sensitive controls of the Talon fighter. He had been waiting for long enough. It was time to move out.

"Eviscerator, this is Delta, request bearing on hostiles."

"Eviscerator to Delta, enemy craft, bearing Mark Two-Zero-Zero-Thousand, coordinates four-five-six, three-four-zero, scramble, scramble."

The imperial flight controller that had replied to his request sounded educated and efficient. He showed no distress as he ordered Delta Flight to scramble and intercept the enemy hordes. Perhaps he knew he was safe in the hands of the Merkari Space Force.

This would be Taggart's first mission today, after a few fruitless stafing runs on the orbital platforms the day before. This time, it would be the enemy that would pay. "Delta, power up." The Lieutenant ordered his flight to warm up their fusion engines. As he waited, he glanced to his right at his wingman, Rick "Knight" Driscoll. Rick was, as always, going through his checklist again. He wasted no time, always finding things to do. This usually meant double-checking what he'd already checked, redoing what he'd already done. It didn't matter- not everyone liked him, but he was a good pilot.

The warm-up did not take long, and it felt even shorter given the ammount of tension already built up. "This is Delta to Eviscerator, ready to go." It took a few seconds for the giant crane to begin moving. As it slowly crept toward the Talon's position in the ready rack, two TIE fighters roared past the docking bay. Grabbing onto the heavily armed 170-ton figher, it pulled it over to the center of the bay. There was no electronic railgun, so the bulky craft would have to take off on its own weight. Noone had ever tried it before- Taggart would either fly out of the ship or crash right into the ground.

"Release in three, two, one..." At the exact right instant, Taggart slammed on the afterburners. Stressing the fusion reactors beyond capacity, he accelerated out of the Eviscerator. It was fortunate he had been genetically modified, like all fighter pilots, to withstand insane g-loads, or else he would have been dead. Still, he noticed that it was not as exhilarating as being launched down a railgun aboard his old ship. He had transferred to the Bastion Prime vessel earlier today, and had just proved that it was possible to handle the massive beast the Talon was.

His hands shaking from adrenaline rush, he turned his head behind him to see Delta Two, his wingman, glide out of the docking bay and smoothly pull up to his side. "Knight, have any problems?"

"No, sir." It was just like him to answer in a businesslike way even after being jolted out of a spaceship at 500 miles per hour. "Alright, lets speed up and head toward the fight." Glancing at the bottom of his helmet-mounted HUD, he saw a cluster of red and green symbols. About 200,000 kilometers ahead was the combat. Turning so that the red dots were in the middle of the sensor screen, he gunned the throttle.

Less than 10 seconds later, he slowed to combat speed, about 3 kilometers/second. The enemy was now within range. "Take the ones on the right, I'll work the left." "Roger." The flight broke formation to engage. Taggart targeted the enemy nearest his crosshairs by using a joystick button, the computer finding a firing solution by factoring in everything from deflection to electromagnetism to space dust. Carfully lining up the crosshairs, he opened fire. A loud shriek, bright flashes of light, and streams of plasma shot from his two high accuracy, long-range "Sniper" cannons. He could see an explosion in the distance, and his targeting cursor moved to a new enemy. "Splash one!" It was hard to make long-range kills, but Taggart was known for it. He noticed his wingman didn't have as much luck, as Delta Two's plasma bursts fell just short of their target.

"Here they come!" Knight's warning came just in time as the fight closed to short range and a National Commonwealth wing turned to face them. This was where training paid off. All Merkari fighter pilots, through a combination of genetic modification and strenuous training, have ten times the reaction speeds of ordinary humans. They were also uncommonly agressive and willing to charge into the enemy. It was time to see who had the bigger balls when it came to combat.

Pulling in toward the enemy, the Talon's computer switched from long-range cannons to the close-in Dogfight blasters. Taggart was prepared to make a frontal pass. Squeezing the trigger, rounds flew from the four cannons. The cowardly Commonwealth pilots tried to evade the blasts, but could not dodge the skilled marksmanship of the two Talon pilots. The Merkaris did, indeed, win this test of courage.

Taggart saw Delta Two splash one bandit, but neither of them said anything, his wingman turning to find a new target. Still, Delta One made sure that the other enemy pilot became a Hero of the National Commonwealth- posthoumosly. Pulling through the cloud of debris thrown up by his target as it erupted, he radioded his wingmate. "Two, do you see anything?" No response. "Two?" What happened?

Suddenly, Taggart glanced to his right and saw dozens of Commonwealth fighters swarm toward him. His wingman must have been frozen in fear, but recollected himself and turned toward them for a pass. There was no point in trying to withdraw- they could not outrun the enemy. They would have to stay and fight.

OOC: Um JC, those aren't my men. Those are Nistolonian forces awaiting the planes arrival. They still have yet to land....now where is Nistolonia?

Segety, the governmental office

President Nagunov sat behind his desk, thinking. Who destroyed our ship? Why? It just doesn't make sense... Someone knocked the door, and a young cadet stepped in.

"Sir, a letter for you."

The cadet handed the letter to the president, saluted and left. Nagunov took a stilet from his pocket and opened the letter. The old man looked surprised once he had found out the sender. Southeastasia? Wonder what they want... Soon, a small smile came to his face. Well that explains it. He grabbed his phone and called the defence minister in.

"Sir?"

"I just received a letter from Southeastasia. It stated that our satellite was not destroyed by Joint Conglomerates but the Republic of Athiesism, which happens to be an ally of us."

"So it seems like they don't feel like keeping promises? I'll go give the order to launch the missiles immediately..."

"No! Our reconnaisance vessel was destroyed by Athiesism's ships when they destroyed Jount Conglomerates' satellite system. It was just an accident."

"An accident which led to the death of an officer!"

"Exactly. But still, it was an accident. No more no less. The men aboard died for their country and gave the Union very important footage of the enemy positions."

"So shall we launch an attack?"

"No. We will still look how the situation evolves. We don't want any long-term enemies here, and especially we don't want this war to become personal. But... Are the agents ready to be sent in?"

"Yes sir! I have a group of the finest SSS men. We could also smuggle a rifle to the country so they could assasinate important enemy officials."

"Vladimir, Vladimir... Take it easy. We won't be killing anybody. Fake papers, small sidearms and civilian clothing. Of course, we might send in a small supply crate... Just in case. Well, anyways, send the agents in and give them orders to sniff around the Joint Conglomerate capital. Dismissed."

MRS INVINCIBLE

"OOORAH!"

"Great work, men!" Admiral Fox felt proud as he watched the Commonwealth dreadnaught disintegrate after a devastating hit from Merkari missiles. "Harten, status on the other hits." Fox's weapons officer brought up some information on the tactical display. Antimatter torpedoes impacted on some other dreadnaughts, but had no apparent effect. "Harten, divert all remaining torpedoes to the smaller warships. They aren't doing any damage to the big ones." "Yessir," came the reply. From the statistics presented on the viewscreen, his fighters were doing well against their Commonwealth opponents, and shooting down enemy interceptors trying to destroy his torpedoes. "Allocate a fighter wing from missile escort to the orbital platforms. Tell them to be ready to intercept the orbital platform's missiles as they launch." His communication officer replied, "Aye aye, captain," and informed one of the fighter groups to shoot down any missiles fired by the defence platforms.

Sure enough, seconds later the Joint Conglomerate satellites released a barrage of bombardment rockets. "Can they intercept it?" Fox was impatient, but it took time for the response to come from his flight manager. "Just barely, sir." Well, he thought, they better shoot them down before the groundpounders get the stuffing beat out of them.

Suddenly, two of the massive enemy transports veered off of the fleet's formation and headed toward the Invincible at ramming speed. How the hell did they spot us? Fox realized that the Joint Conglomerate satellites must have had some very sensitive sensors. "Dammit!" he muttered under his breath. "Power up the point defence weapons!"

"Point Defence" was really a misnomer for the 2,000 plasma batteries that equipped the Invincible. They had a short range, but were more powerful than any point defence weapon and were designed for starship bombardment and putting up an impenatrable wall of flak in front of any enemy fighters. However, only a few hundred were able to power up in time to open fire on the speeding transports.

There was no time to power up the engines, so the battleship could not use its speed advantage. As the leading transport closed to within 2,000 kilometers, a terrible CAROOSH sounded from the starboard batteries. The first salvo slammed into the enemy craft. In normal circumstances, it would not destroy it, but with the transports overloaded with high-explosive material it was like pouring lighter fluid onto a stove. Everyone on the bridge covered their ears and closed their eyes as the vessel burst, shaking them from their seats.

There was not enough time for the batteries to recharge, however, as they had fired at full power and used up all the reactor energy. The distant explosion failed to pierce pierced the sixteen feet of pressure-forged diamond-weave armor and knocked the other incoming transport slightly off course, but enough for it to acheive a glancing impact that tore a massive gash in the underside of the ship. Immediately, the ship's damage control system automatically locked down all passages leading to the rupture to prevent the ship from being gutted by the vacuum of space. Still, over a thousand lives were lost in that single instant.

Struggling back up to his seat, Gartu, the executive officer, suggested that they recall the space launches and prepare to abandon ship. Admiral Fox replied instantly. "Of course not, comrade! The fight has only begun!"

Several pictures have just become available of the fighting. Taken by embedded reporters or Talon gun cameras, they capture some of the intensity of the ongoing battle.

A flight of Talons forms up in battle formation.

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The MRS Invincible stays secure behind the cover of Earth's moon.

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Several anitmatter torpedoes fly out of the Invincible's docking bay.

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Taken from inside a Talon cockpit, Merkari fighters engage Commonwealth ships at long range. Note the orb of energy surrounding some of the Talons as they take hits from enemy fighter weapons. The red dots in the distance are enemy fighters designated by the ship's targeting system.

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More to come soon!

Aves woke up with a start as the Proximity Alarms went off. When he had dozed off, in front of him was a starscape to rival any other. Now it was just black. He could see a few lights here and there, but other than that.. blackness.. sheer overwhelming blackness.

And then it clicked.

"Shit!" Aves shouted, "Full reverse! Full reverse!"

Nemphus was sitting beside him monitoring the sensors. Must've came in after I'd dozed off, Aves thought as he frantically fought to reverse the Shuttle. But it was no good.

A voice came from the comm speaker...

"Imperial Shuttle Artful Dodger, this is the Imperial Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer Reaver. There is no need to attempt to reverse your course. We have you in our tractor beam. Shut down your engines and prepare to come aboard. The Grand Admiral is expecting you."

"Acknowledged," Aves responded. He turned off the comm and sank back into his flight chair. Looking at Nemphus, now not doing anything, he asked "Sooo.. how's the Chief?"

The other looked at him. And then, somebody behind him spoke up, "I'm fine, Colonel."

Startled, Aves turned to look behind him and saw the Chief sitting there, a cup of water in his hands, smiling with amusement as he saw the surprised look on Aves's face.

He [Aves] looked nervously and confusedly at Nemphus, who just grinned. "Melissa and I explained to him what happened and what our mission was when he woke up, you were asleep at the time."

"You must've hit the ramp really hard," Aves commented, nodding at the bandage on Chartesque's left arm.

The Chief looked down and winced, "Yes, I did. Your medical officer says I was knocked out on impact, which is no surprise really. It's only a broken arm, anyway. It's nothing that can't be healed with time and medical care."

Aves and Nemphus both nodded.

"So, how long until we're aboard the Reaver?" Chief Commander Chartesque asked, nodding out at the massive ship drawing them towards one of its docking bays.

"Five minutes, tops," Aves responded, "But it'll take about a half hour minimum to reach the Grand Admiral. And that's by turbolift. On foot it could take three, maybe four hours depending on what route you take."

"Half an hour?" the Chief asked, somewhat bewildered, "But.. but.. How big is that thing?"

"I don't know," Aves answered truthfully. He really had no idea how big it was. "But when all five ships of this particular class are gathered together, their shadow can lengthen winter by six months where it falls on a planet. As you can imagine, we found that out the hard way. It played havoc with the crops. Had to import most of our food for the next few years while the weather patterns re-stabilized themselves."

"Whoever was responsible for that blunder must have been very harshly punished," the Chief said absently, wondering silently how his comrades were doing...

"Yeah," Aves agreed, "the Court Marshal lasted over a year, and in the end the guy responsible was fired without protective gear from one of his flagship's torpedo tubes.

Aboard the Judicator...

The Ensign looked up from the Tactical Display, "Sir, looks like the enemy have noticed us."

"Indeed it does, Hoskins. How many ships are on their way?"

"I count eleven Destroyers. No, twelve now. Sir, they're pulling quite a number of ships away from the main battle to deal with us. Are we really that important?"

"Considering we've just destroyed their fourth Carrier vessel, I'd say so. They must be eager to get us of their back. They must also be expecting reinforcements to arrive imminently, judging by the number of ships on their way." There were twenty two coming now. He turned to the Lieutenant also watching the display, "Order all personnel to their stations, and I want forward shields to full. I want a screen of TIEs in front of this ship so thick they can't see through to us. Oh and I want that Superlaser ready to fire at a moment's notice. A moment's notice, ya hear?"

"Yes sir!" the Lieutenant said as he saluted and left to deliver the orders. However, as he was leaving, the Proximity Alarms sounded. He stopped abruptly and turned around.

"Sir?"

"Belay the order, Lieutenant," the Captain said quietly, staring at the Tactical Display, "it looks like our reinforcements have arrived... and we have new orders."

Aboard the Black Vengeance...

The Grand Admiral studied the Tactical Display on the Bridge. "How many vessels from Fleet Group Alpha have we lost?" he asked quietly.

"Seven Imperator IIs, three Imperator Is, 2 Lancers and three Gunships," Admiral Grey'ssh reported, his hologram flickering again. "This ship is so far unharmed, as is the Judicator, who has been able to fire several Super Laser strikes at enemy Carriers. However, the Eviscerator was close to the NCU point of entry, and has sustained heavy damage to her starboard side. She seems to be holding out for the moment, though. Oh, and we have no estimate yet on Fighter casualties, but we seem to be holding our own there, relatively speaking. "

Pil'x nodded, his gaze still focussed on the Tactical Display, but still listening intently to the Admiral's report. "Losses are to be expected, Admiral," he said calmly. "What of the Satellite Array?"

"We've knocked out around 70% of the Satellites so far. Their armour casing proved to be somewhat more resilient than expected, but we know how to deal with them now."

Pil'x nodded, shifting his position slightly, "Order your Fleet Group to cease firing on National Commonwealth vessels, and to raise shields to full," he ordered, his facial expression unchanging.

The Admiral just stood there, confusing reigning supreme in his mind. "What?" he asked.

"Do as ordered, Admiral. It is extremely important."

"Uh.. yes sir."

The hologram flickered and died. The Grand Admiral took one final look at the Tactical Display and headed to his specially-made Grand Admiral's Chair, located behind and raised above the Captain's Chair.

An officer came up to him and saluted, "Sir, the Artful Dodger is aboard and the passengers are on their way. E.T.A. is twenty five minutes."

"Thank you. Return to your station, Lieutenant Commander."

"Aye sir."

Pil'x sat down wearily in his chair and, while waiting for the Chief Commander to arrive, turned on his Comm Unit. He set it to a general National Commonwealth fleet frequency which all NCU ships should pick up...

"Attention starships of the National Commonwealth, this is Grand Admiral Pil'x Cracken of Bastion Prime, aboard the Imperial Navy vessel Reaver. Many of you saw, or heard of, the destruction of the NCS Olympique, flagship of your Chief Commander.

I personally ordered a Shuttle attached to Fleet Group Alpha to prevent the death of your Chief Commander at all costs, for reasons known only to me, the Imperial Council of Moffs, and to himself. They went through hell to do it, but they did manage to save his life.

Chief Commander Chartesque is now aboard the Imperial Navy vessel Reaver, and is under our custody for the time being. He and I, if all goes well, should be able to secure peace for both our nations, at least in space. With this in mind, it would be advisable for you to halt all attacks and operations against Bastion Prime Imperial Navy vessels, as we have halted our attacks on yours. Good day."

OOC: Sorry about being late. A few things came up. The Nistolonians have brought in some supplies in the meantime.
OOC2: FJC, You do realize that AK47s are totally inferior to anything in PMT? (Pretty much). Even HK G36s are probably low end of the scale.

IC:

"All units, assume defensive positions! Support teams, lay down covering fire!"
Captian Hethean was yelling through his helmet mike as the Nistolonian troops ran behind rubble and pre-fab barricades, pointing weapons in the general direction of the marching tramp of droid feet. The three mobile AGS (Artillery) units had pulled back slightly, and their commanders were listening to advance scouts feeding them information. The Venom tanks had stopped behind the defensive line and leveled railguns and 30mm cannons towards the droids which came into view.
A Nistolonian spotter, on patrol near the base, called out to the tank crews. "I count several thousand, repeat, several thousand, droids advancing in sector 3, location A-4 through C-8. Request artillery and close air support. Say again, location A-4 through c-8, sector 3. Distance from base, 4 kilometers."

The Anaconda AGSs fired, and the tanks joined in a second later. In the distance, Nistolonian Hunters and Viper II bombers could be seen as little dots moving rapidly forward.

The massive ebony doors of Chairman Stryker's office flew open and in walked Chairwoman Debra Mackensay, Foreign Relations Minister, CEO of BioGen Industires. She began to say something but her cold, calculating voice was cut short by a shriek when the cyborg Agent 55-B backflipped in front of the Foreign Relations Minister and pointed it's sword milimeters away from her throat. Her eyes darted back and forth from the tip of the sword to Agent 7, who was appearing quite hostile and standing off in the shadows.

From behind his desk, Stryker roared with gleeful laughter and pounded his desk. "Chair... Chairwoman Mackensay," Stryker finally panted, "I'd like to introduce to you Agents 7 and 55-B."

When she realized what was going on, her look of panic melted into her usual countenance of contempt and superiority. Not to mention the fact that she was now royally pissed off. Turning to Agent 7 in the corner she said haughtily, "You know, BioGen Industries was making humanoids like this when you were running around in diapers."

"Careful, Debra," Stryker said. Anything resembling glee vanished from his voice and his usual cold, dangerous tone had returned. "You're addressing the man who is going to keep you from the courts of an international tribunal." Turning his head to Agent 7 he said cordially, "I wonder if you'd be so kind as to ask that marvelous contraption over there to remove his sword from my ambassador's artery?"

(ooc: Sorry, I know I was kind of godmodding there. By the way, I like these more personal, one-on-one interactions. We should do them more often.)

OOC: yes I do like that kind of interaction as well. Saying in how I only have 200 usable agents.... Mass numbers and all the intricate military numbers dont apply as much in those terms.


IC:

Agent 7 walked over to 55-bs hand which held the young ladies life in the balance.

" Agent 55-b I, Agent 7 order you to stand down. Seath your weapons now." said Agent 7 while holding out his arm.

Agent 55-b looked at him and quickly seathed his sword.

Agent 7 turned back to the lady and said

" I never wore diapers, And he is not to be compared to your humaniods. As much as I hate him. He does boast good power. But still no match for a real human."

Agent 7 then turned back to Styker and asked if they could have a moment alone. Looking back at the biogen lady.

OOC: JC has been temporarily banned for trolling. Anyway, since NC has yet to RP that a satellite has collided with an LTFB, I'll do it for him

IC:

The pieces were burning up....but where would they land? The ground. But on what on the ground? "Oh shit...." thought a Capitol Policeman as he looked up...

OOC: pardon my n00bishness, but whats trolling? I've never come across that in any other forum.

General Macau peered into the evening sky, focusing on the bright flashes of green, blue, and red just barely visible on the horizon. "Like the aurora .." he said to himself nostalgically pondering of home. The tall trees in this remote region surprised him as he had expected FJC to be more of a mechanical metropolis, but he understood the carrier command must have decided to send them to a less hostile area. He and his battallion of 10,000 troops and ground vehicles were now stationed somewhere on the fringe of Joint Conglomerates territory. He was not sure how many other battalions had sucessfully landed, but knew that trying to grasp logistics right now would prove hardly beneficial.

The conveyor ships from the LTFB transport, NCV Carpathia which was now headed out of the atmosphere, unloaded so quickly over the area, few had any useful information. A female officer made her way to Macau. "General, I have some news on the landing from the Charge of Transitions officer."

"Go ahead."

"We have in our landing group roughly 36,000 troops. Our commanding battalion of 10,000 is entirely intact and we have no local casualties to report. I cannot tell you where the other batallions are at the minute, butonce we have our generators up and running, our communications systems will be up as well."

"That sounds good"

"I was told that upwards of 600,000 troops have or will be arriving as 12 LTFBs have already made succesful entry into the atmosphere. The Charge of Transitions officer informs me that landings have been dramatically scaled back because of unforseen circumstances and that the fleet is holding most of the ships in hyperspace until further instruction. Naval ships have landed near the Earth's southernmost continent of Antartica and are supposed to arrive in allied territory soon. It is not known if enemy naval vessels are deployed.

"Very well, I want our group battle ready by morning."

On board the Orion tensions were high as the crew relayed commands and continued to view ships engaging each other without any restraint.

"Admiral, there is someone here who needs to speak with you urgently."

"Send them up"

A young man dressed in a visibly tattered silk uniform characteristic of ranking officers approached Andrez with a small piece of paper folded in his hand. Andrez recognized him immediately, "Commodore DeFontaine of the NCS Olympique, we finally meet."

"Ah yes, though I wish it had been under better circumstances. I fear the worst for our Chief Commander. He asked me to give this to you as soon as I arrived on the ship."

Admiral Andrez took the paper, unfolded it, and started glaring at the writing - "Por L'Honneur De La República." He then took the small pendant accompanied with the paper, studying it, steadily trying to keep his composure. The pendant was in the old style of the Republic Guard and Andrez knew that Chartesque must have died lest he'd surrender the piece to anyone.

An ensign addressed the now contemplative admiral, "Sir, there is a general tel-cast on the unencrypted channel. Bastion Prime claims to have our Chief Commander.

"Come again.."

"They have said that Chief Commander Chartesque is on board one of their ships, preparing for peace talks. They also are broadcasting that he was rescued from the Olympique before its detonation by one of their shuttles.

"This can't be true, I have his pendant."

Following the admiral's remark, DeFontaine adds,"This is incredible. I do not believe it. Why would he ever negotiate with them on behalf of the Republic? I suggest we send a response that asks for validation of their claim. He must surely be dead."

"Admiral, the broadcast from the Imperial Grand Admiral indicates that imperial forces will be standing down and they request that we follow suit. Shall I relay the command to the fleet?"

"We shall go along with this. I have my reservations, but something tells me that the best thing to do is just sit back and see how this unfolds, whether they have him or not. I believe this stunt to be nothing more than an added leverage for their so-called "peace" talks. However, tell them that we express our most sincere thanks for their honorable rescue of our Chief Commander and that we do hope for his safety in their hospices. Tell them that we would appreciate a closed door negotiation and want direct communication with the Chief Commander. As of right now inform the fleet to cease assault on all Imperial Navy ships at once and focus on that pesky Merkari fleet."

"Sir I also have a message from the Axium fleet. It awaits commands in hyperspace."

Outside of the conflict a new jump point formed, a ship emerging from it. The relatively large vessel had no outwardly visible weapons, but had a design similar to a RNC civilian or commercial liner. Large bright red letters "NCNN" were etched into the sides of the vessel.

Inside the NCS Antigone, a fatigued Major Robertson sat in the Ambiental Rest Parlor of the ship. "Let's see what's on tv."

A holographic screen appeared in the air and the man grabbed a small remote. He flipped rapidly through channels mostly broadcasting from Joint Conglomerates. "I never liked JCTV!" He continued to flip until he was startled by what appeared to be a Commonwealth war ship. Having flipped past he quickly went back to the channel with the ship. Sure enough it was his own vessel, the Antigone. Realizing it was the NCNN channel, he thought, "How are they broadcasting this?"

"A civilian ship, out here? What the hell is going on!" He listened to the broadcast.

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Live from the War of Alliance, National Commonwealth News Network, providing you with late-breaking, up to the minute coverage from the center of action, 36 hours a day.

"Hi, I'm Condy Cary and I'm Aaron Youngsten bringing you headlines from the Mobile News Center. Today we begin with the corporate entente conflict."

"In Verum, today, Premier Vrai ordered the new Axium fleet deployed to the Sol system in a near Earth battle. The deployment of the pricey fleet has come under sharp criticism in the Legisstraum from the opposition "Dress-Casual" party as a worthless, expensive show of force."

"In other news, MPs have notified us that at least 476,000 troops have made it safely to Earth's surface, but have been out of continuous contact due to the innate, archaic communication sytems employed by the RNC Principal Force."

"The highly unpopular war rages but many are concerned about wages...okay wait; we now have live crews stationed in news shuttles in the area. Watch here as the powerful and valiant Imperial Star Destroyers tear through the relentless and evil NCUC fleet. Just look at the destruction! Wait, wait, this just in...We have new footage of a bulky, unsafe and oversized LTFB transport blown to pieces as it enters Earth's atmosphere....see the Mekari fighters…"

Major Robertson stared disdainfully at the screen. "I hate NCNN! All they care about is their ratings and sensational news stories. Patent ludicrous and lies! Someone ought to sue....but wait this isn't safe at all. How in the world is that civilian ship going to make it out of here. Something's going to hit ship. Something else is going to hit the fan if that NCNN vessel is destroyed. I better go tell someone..."

ooc: I've indirectly addressed the satellite incident, but I don't necessarily appreciate made up problems that aren't necessarily pertinent. I mean LTFBs do have a few small guns to deal with that kind of stuff.

Um...that JC satellite has been armed with nukes? Surely it would extremely damage it, if not split it in half...

Some more pictures...

JC was talking about how he didn't know how to make a map. Make a think on Paint or some other program and then post it on www.photobucket.com . I made this one based on his country description thread, I think it seems pretty good:

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The Invincible opens fire on the incoming kamikaze transport.

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The two fleets hammer into each other.

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The Invincible takes a hit from the second kamikaze. The pilot who took this picture did not survive, but transmitted iit to the Invincible as his ship disintegrated.

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The first kamikaze blows up.

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The antimatter torpedo heads for the Olympia...

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... with devastating results.

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MRS INVINCIBLE, 0730 HOURS, DAY TWO OF THE WAR

Just walking through his ship, Admiral Fox could feel the devastation. You couldn't see the destruction itself, but you could tell that something had happened by the looks on everyone's faces.

Damage control was just ahead. The hallway was white and polished, although the crew was somewhat slack at times. Fox noted some stains on the floor had not been wiped off. Looking at it as he walked by, he realized what it was- blood stains. There was no time to think of who died today. That was not part of the job.

Reaching the room, he punched the OPEN button and the door slid open in an instant. Behind him, Fox could see through a reflection on the shiny floor that a few young men were carrying a wounded comrade on a stretcher.

Entering the room, he noticed how dark it was. Power had been cut 40%, and almost everything that was left had gone into engines and a few of the most powerful batteries. The rest of the ship was running on emergency batteries, and it seemed that the damage control room's had gone out already.

"Sorry for the dark, Victor. The batteries aren't working." A voice rang out from a dark corner of the room. You usually had to say something twice before someone could tell where you where by the sound.

"Oroman? Oroman, where the hell are you?" Someone turned on a flashlight and moved it across the room. There was a man holding the flashlight, staring at Fox. Covering his eyes as the light moved past him, the Admiral walked over to where Oroman was and tryed to feel for a seat. "There aren't any. The sick bay took the chairs." Realizing that it was pointless to try and find one, Fox took a seat on Oroman's desk.

Turning in his swivel chair, the young damage control officer acessed his computer terminal. It booted instantly. The computer network was just about the only non-essential system still recieving power. It took only a few seconds to get a display of the ship's situation.

"Dosen't look good," Fox said. Red covered almost the whole bottom of the ship, save the heavily armored areas in the front and the second docking bay. The first docking bay had incinerated. Fortunately, most of the fighters had transferred to the Bastion Prime ships. Still, a whole squadron was lost with its pilots. The well-trained men where harder to replace than the machines.

"The engines are just about the only thing that isn't affected. The reason that power is down is because the explosion knocked off a lot of reactor shielding so we need to keep the reactor running low if we don't want to explode. It was Engineering's decision." The Admiral already knew, but it was still worth reminding him.

"Thank you, Oroman, keep it up." Getting off the table without glancing back, Fox closed the door behind him as he headed for the bridge.

MRS INVINCIBLE, ON THE BRIDGE

The sound of computers and indistinct chatter filled the bridge. "Listen up, everyone!" All eyes turned to the man who entered the room. "I won't lie to you this time. The ship's in bad shape. Most of our guns are going to have to stay powered down because the reactor took damage. We're running on emergency batteries, as you all know, and in about an hour this ship is going to get very dark. I've made the decision to run for the sun. The starboard solar panels will deploy and at least we should get enough to recharge to batteries for a while. If we're able to make full speed, we should get there in about 30 minutes, depending on acceleration. I want all of you to know that it's risky. With our engines going full blast, every sensor in the galaxy is going to be able to spot us. Still, I think we can outrun some of the smaller ships the enemy has. The only ones that are going to catch us our his big, fast ones, but we're not sure. The important thing is that we stay alert. We've pissed them off already, and they'll throw everything they have at us. The fighters will stay on the ship because if we launch them they'll be too slow to catch up. Once we get to the sun, we'll try to hug the surface and recharge our batteries. If we can get enough power to reach the jump node and escape, there won't be a problem. If not, we'll die heroes." Fox paused and moved his eyes slowly across the room. The men where excited, apparently. That was good. All brave men are excited before they go into battle, and end up regretting it in the end. They did not realize that they had no hope. Perhaps it was a good thing. They would die anyway. But Merkaris are different- they die trying. There was only one order needed to set the plan into motion, and it was time to start.

"Execute."






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//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION TO BASTION PRIME//

We are going to make a run for the sun to recharge our plasma batteries. If we succed, we will have enough firepower to make our way to the jump node beyond the sun and escape. We cannot stand and fight, as the enemy fleet lies between us and you and they outgun us badly. While we are making our run, all but one squadron of our fighters will be transferred to your ships. We will use them to keep up the fight until we can get repaired. We ask that, while the enemy fleet pursues us, that you take advantage of his distraction to destroy his incoming transports. It is essential that you take advantage of the opportunity if he leaves them lightly defended. We apologize, but we must make our way back to Merkar. The best decision is to fight another day.

//END//

The Capitol Police watched the front line, through opticaly enhanced gasmasks... there was nothing, the High Command had expected something to happen quite quickly... but there was nothing, not one soldier had tried to cross the border facing the Kraven Defenses...

Capitol Police troopers moved from trench to trench, carrying boxes of ammuntion, grenades and other things that would be used by the Troopers when, and if the battle had started...

Communique from NightHawk 1

"Requesting permission to land"
Katrina: Understood.

Brig. Gen. Shé'Dú'Räc had done this before. After all, she lead the

1st Special Ops. troops on their Regional Spec Ops. conference. He

touched down, and was immediately surrounded by recon boys.
"I need spec, ASAP!" shouted a voice, about the others. It was

General Mussorgsky, Head of Recon.
"Good to see you, General." The two walked to the NavMap on the clear table in the Recon area of the superstructure.
"What is our nemesis's strength?"
"Orbital defenses, and 'human resources' which kill without thinking."
"Damn. Mindless drones," said the General. "Brigader General, take half the squadron, and proceed towards the country's closest border. There, we set camp."
"Understood, sir." She walked back out of the room, conveniently 'dropping' something. He knew what it was. He liked what he saw.

5 minutes later, on the deck of the supercarrier Katrina:

"Shé'Dú'Räc to ATC."
"ATC. Go ahead."
"Request flare-up permission for 55 cobras."
"Granted." The speakerphone turned on.

"Dragoon 1-55 are on FLARE-UP! Clear the deck!" The sound of 55 wirring choppers was enough to burst anyone's ears, which was why the deck was cleared. The Spec. Ops. Forces knew what to do. They were ready to kill.

-Colony Ministry office, Lone Alliance Colonies-
"Sure we'll try and do what we can, but can you give us an estimate on enemy strength?" The minister asked tapping his pencil. "How much!" he said shocked breaking his pencil accidently. "Sure we'll do what we can but..."

-Southeastasia-
Over 100 Convoy Ships sat right outside the nation, and were on their way for landing. The commander of the forces sat and began his message to the nation. "This is Lea Reeve of the Colony forces, requesting premission to land troops to reinforce your nation."

(Warning, I'm MT\PMT, I don't have spaceships and a hundred satellites full of Weapons, and the few I do have I won't use them to get them just destroyed by overwhelming enemy firepower before I can even have a chance to use them.)

Troops:
15,000 Regular army
Weapons, RPG-2, AK-104
1000 Shock Troops, FireFly Laserrifles
300 Combat Engineers, Assorted Construction Equipment and supplies.
Construction Ability: 20 Concrete Pillboxes, 6 Laser Turrets, 20 SAM sites.
55 DANA Artillery
50 M113 M163 Vulcan AA

30 A-10 ground Support craft
30 Orca Fighters weapons: Hellfire missiles, Gattling gun\Depleted Uranium bullets.

Ministry of Foreign Relations

We have recieved word that Corporal Miranda Li, deployed as a reporter for LINN was killed during a protest by Kraven Corporation water cannons. For the wrongful death of Cpl. Miranda Li during an accident during a protest. We demand a payment of $1 million US to the family and a formal apology to the family.

[END]

Miranda Li was just as confused as before, on the flight to the major transport hub of New Meiji City she looked at herself the entire time. She was human all right. She bled, she could think, in the onboard shower she looked every bit human. From her head to her sexual organs, she looked 100% Homo Sapien Leafanistani (Leafanistan engaged in an aggressive genetic modification program years earlier to make citizens more viable for military recruitment). She needed to find out what happened. That required getting to her crew, which was still deployed overseas. At least she thought they were.

She watched the TV in the airport cafe, as an advertisement came on, she heard a voice. Without warning, it felt as if she was moving a million light-years per second, and was in someone else's mind. She heard more voices, actions. She whispered her own name. When she came out of it, she got funny looks. She looked up, and saw her face, under the name of Private Samantha Wang wanted for deserting.

Airport Police walked toward her, an officier extended his arm, she turned around and snapped his arm in two. He screamed in agony as the bone tore to shreds. He fell to the ground, his partner removed her pistol, but watched in horror as Miranda leaped forward and bent the barrel. The other officier tried to pull the trigger by the gun mearly burst open, showering her with shrapnel. Miranda was in danger. She might have just killed two Airport Police officiers, and she was now a deserter, one of the most looked down upon crimes in Leafanistan.

She burst into running, something she didn't do since training. She turned around and noticed she was now nearly half-way across the airport. She was running very quickly, this was odd. She still needed to get away, there was an all-points on her, and police were rushing into the airport. She ran into a Women's Bathroom, and kicked open a stall, she knocked out the woman using it in one blow. She stripped down, stole her clothing and put on some makeup. She found a highlighting kit. In an hour as they began to search the bathrooms, she emerged with a handbag, a new hairstyle and calmly walked to a SEA Airlines booth. She purchased a ticket and was soon on her way to Southeastasia, to find the local LINN station and find out what happened.

Joint Conglomerates, 2nd day of the war

COMMANDER PULLER continued to wonder how such a place could exist. He had been ordered today to advance on toward a rendezvous point with other units of the landing force, consolidating their force deep inside Joint Conglomerates. He was only a hundred miles from what was known as "Centerville", supposedly the only sane place in the country.

"Your purpose is your function. Your function is to serve us."

It never ended. Since they got here, those strange words continued to radiate from the huge speakers. It was tiring, but they could not shut it out. Perhaps it was meant to be that way. Such a thing certainly wore you out.

He had already seen a few of the locals. They were the strangest part of it all. He had ran into some on patrol. It was a large group, numbering perhaps several hundred, filing into a gigantic factory. They simply stood there and stared, not moving a muscle. They didn't speak English. Apparently, they didn't say anything at all.

The street was lined with hundreds of these "people", dressed in strange clothing, saying nothing, staring at the soldiers as they marched. It was shocking, and at the same time depressing. Puller had thought that it would harden him, convince him of the importance of their mission. But it did nothing like that.

Looking up, the Commander saw a bright light. The light moved slowly through the sky, and as it got closer you could see the light gray smoke trail. He stopped moving for a minute, as did everyone behind him.

"INCOMING!"

The shout immediately sent everyone scrambling for cover. Some went into buildings, some hid behind vehicles, the rest just ran away, not finding anything near enough to protect them. Puller instinctively ducked and covered his battle helmet with his hands.

It made little difference when it came to a nuclear blast. The explosion tore into the city, sending the half-human citizens flying into the air. It was fortunate that most of the fireball was absorbed by the sturdy buildings, but still, many died. Merkari soldiers, secure in their battlesuits, flew into the air but most were protected by their armor from the impact with the ground and the extreme radiation. It had not been expected, but most of them had survived a nuclear attack.

Shaking, Commander Puller raised his head, peering over what looked like an overturned trash receptacle that had flew in front of him. Turning his head in the direction of where the blast hit, he heard a loud noise. The shockwave.

There was really no way to survive unless you were inside a sturdy structure. Puller was lucky enough to find one, but thousands of Merkari soldiers were not.

It was only the second day of the war, and over 50,000 of them had already died from the handful of orbital defence weapons that made it through the interceptors. Still, the mission had to go on. Gathering up his men, the Commander regrouped his commando unit and told them to keep moving. Mostly recovered from their shock, the men followed their leader to the rendezvous point with the Merkari army deep inside Agglomeratia.

Ministry of Foreign Relations

We have recieved word that Corporal Miranda Li, deployed as a reporter for LINN was killed during a protest by Kraven Corporation water cannons. For the wrongful death of Cpl. Miranda Li during an accident during a protest. We demand a payment of $1 million US to the family and a formal apology to the family.




Your Reporter was in the midst of a Riot and Unlawfull protest outside the Kraven Embassy, this will not be tolerated under Doctrine 622, Any casualties sustained were due to the Actions of the Southeastasian people, any call for Compensation should be made to them, The Corporation will not be held responsable for the Actions of others.

The High Command

Your Reporter was in the midst of a Riot and Unlawfull protest outside the Kraven Embassy, this will not be tolerated under Doctrine 622, Any casualties sustained were due to the Actions of the Southeastasian people, any call for Compensation should be made to them, The Corporation will not be held responsable for the Actions of others.

The High Command

On the flight she watched the news, detailing the Kraven Corporation response. The state-controlled but free to think anything that didnt' agitate the government media was already spinning positions and debates. Some called for pressing harder for compensation, others said that under their laws it was USSEA's fault. Miranda smiled knowing they were seeking compensation for a death that never happened.

The plane landed, and she booked a small hotel under an assumed name. A few google searches later, she had found what she needed. Where her crew was. They were returning that day to their local office in USSEA. She decided to sleep, the journey was hard, she would see them tomorrow and find out what had happened.

That night she dreamed not her dreams, but someone elses. Voices, thoughts she never knew. She felt as though she was going insane.

The Reichmarshal stormed across his command bunker, younger officers watched, silently.

"Where are they?"

"Why does the Joint Conglomerates have us here guarding for something that will not arrive!" the reichmarshal thumped the desk...

"I grow Impatient and Tired of this Red Herring war..."

"You!" The reichmarshal pointed at a young Secret police Kreigsmarin

"Send this letter to the CEO of Joint Conglomerates, let him know the Corporation is Growing weary of this Fake war..."

"As you wish Reichmarshal" he spoke saluting and taking the letter..

Quickly he left the bunker and made haste towards the CEO's building...

Climbing aboard a Capitol Police APC it took him towards the centre of the city, passing Kraven defenses, passing Artillery peices being moved into position adding to the number that was already there, Capitol Police drones were setting up Razor wire and road blocks, In other places Capitol Police troopers were manning machine gun pill boxes and other entrenchments.

The APC passed a coloum of Emperor tanks, and suddenly a dark shadow was cast over the APC as the form of the New Kraven Seige tank slowly walked over head, its six massive legs moving it forward with a slow purposefull stride...

within about 15 minutes of travel the Kreigsmarine had arrived at the CEO's building...

he stepped out of the APC the Capitol Police commander watching from the Copula of his turret...

The Kreigsmarine entered the building unapposed, the Security detail recognising the Emblem of the Kraven Corporation...

Within a few minutes he was at the top of the building and entering the CEO's office...

Interupting anything that was going on the Kreigsmarine handed the CEO the letter and saluted, before standing back and awaiting the response...

The Corporation is growing tired of this red herring you call a war, So far non of these so called Enemies have been seen, not a single shot fired or a shell dropped, Further more, Discussion of the Deal has halted, if a Deal to secure your defense has not been made with the Kreigsmarine, then your Defense will be withdrawn, and we will seek to "Compensate" our losses in other means.

Reichmarshal Helghar; Forward Command Bunker, Sector 3

Half of the ship that was NCV Entrepeneur. The ship hammered straight down, ripping a crater in the rock. Miles away from the Kraven base. But nevertheless, it still could be seen. If the Kraven Capitol Police commanders had emotion, they would've gasped in horror and begged their leader to withdraw

Somewhere not-so-near or not-so-far from the destroyed radar station....

"Jesus Christ, was that a missile satellite?" asked a pilot, "Once again, thank God...."

Centralville

"Sweet mother of God..." Eisner said as he put down his right hand that shielded his eyes.

Lion City, Southeastasia

The warships were awaiting the response. "We appreciate the help, but what we really need are invasion forces in the Outer Limits...."

The Nistolonians and the Droids sort of sat there.

OOC: When is JC going to be back? Or at least can someone control his forces?

OOC: He said he'd be back by today...

"Evacuate base!" was the warning of the Kraven speakers, "Evacuate base!"

Hundreds of soldiers were mechanically running out, along with many Emperor-class tanks. A men were stomped by a Siege Tank. But with an object possessing the size of a hundred meters (or more), it was virtually impossible to avoid the giant blast. The furthest ahead were a few Capitol Policemen and a tank.

But they could not escape the half of the ship that was NCV Entrepeneur. The ship hammered straight down, ripping a crater in the rock. The world seemed to be covered in an eternal sandstorm. Vehicles were tossed up into mid-air, lying upside-down. Men were battered by the fast pieces of sand chucked up by the ship. It seemed that all their work was nothing....

Somewhere not-so-near or not-so-far from the destroyed radar station....

"Jesus Christ, was that a missile satellite?" asked a pilot, "Once again, thank God...."

Centralville

"Sweet mother of God..." Eisner said as he put down his right hand that shielded his eyes.

Lion City, Southeastasia

The warships were awaiting the response. "We appreciate the help, but what we really need are invasion forces in the Outer Limits...."


OOC: Lets get this straight, that missile satelite has just destroyed my defenses....

OOC: Well, what would you expect from 101,103 meters and 37.5 million metric tons of falling metal (or should I say half of it) crashing from space?

OOC: Well, what would you expect from 101,103 meters and 37.5 million metric tons of falling metal (or should I say half of it) crashing from space?

OOC: Sorry im not accepting that, Its border line godmodding, having a massive satelite fall on my defenses, without my agreement, wiping them out after ive spent time Rping what was there...

And its not a satellite. It's a NCUC warship - or what was left of it.

Anyway, I'll edit that part about it hitting your men. I'll change it to that it hit somewhere in the desert, and the USNSEA will soon use it as a propaganda tool....

And its not a satellite. It's a NCUC warship - or what was left of it.

Anyway, I'll edit that part about it hitting your men. I'll change it to that it hit somewhere in the desert, and the USNSEA will soon use it as a propaganda tool....

Ok, thanks, 's all good now

Some hours after the first half crashed....

Channel News Asia was broadcasting this moments after the ship had hit.

"What you are seeing here, live footage, courtesy of the Merkar Republican News Channel." said the attractive Filipino woman.

The screen then cuts to a Bastion Prime vessel. The turbolaser cannons had knocked the satellite out of the way by chance. Then the camera follows the satellite as it drifts to the NCV Entrepeneur. The ship slowly tries to get out of the way as it collides with it. A bright light is seen as the satellite explodes. The ship began its descent to the ground.

Then the screen cuts back to the attractive female. "Now, this footage is from a Kraven defense camera, the footage was stolen by Southeast Asian hackers."

The half of what was the NCV Entrepeneur fierily crashes into the ground. The camera's perspective was blinded by the light. When it cleared, a huge crater was seen. But it was quickly covered by another great flash of light as the second half crashed down. Two craters had merged into one as the light slowly subsided.

"Minister of Foreign Affairs Joshua Lin is now making a public statement to the people of Southeastasia, about this great crash." said the woman again.

A Chinese Malaysian man of average Caucasian height steps onto the stage within the Emerald Executive Recluse. He is wearing a jet-black tuxedo and looks intelligent if not gentlemanly.

"I'm sure the leaders of the Corporate Entente have seen what Southeastasia's allies are capable of. Surrender, or face agonizing defeat. That is all I have to say."

In Stryker's office....

Stryker was about to answer the Reichsmarshal when Eisner came onto the intercom and told him about the statement Mr. Lin made.

"And what red-herring war you say?" said Stryker acidly, his smile - that just looked.....wrong - piercing fear into the Reichsmarshal's eyes.

OOC: Sorry, only a quick tag for now. Been bogged down with other things. Will post later on with my deployment.

In Stryker's office....

Stryker was about to answer the Reichsmarshal when Eisner came onto the intercom and told him about the statement Mr. Lin made.

"And what red-herring war you say?" said Stryker acidly, his smile - that just looked.....wrong - piercing fear into the Reichsmarshal's eyes.

"Your attempts to intimidate me Stryker have failed.." the Kreigsmarine Spoke...

"The Corporation appears to be the only one other than our Allies Concremo to have built defenses in your nation, You had better treat us with Respect, otherwise you will find your nation Undefended and Open to those who would seek to remove you..." The Kreigsmarine returned to his parade ground posture, awaiting news of the Deal and Strykers response

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OOC: C'mon, when is FJC going to return.....

Border of Joint Conglomerates

Dragoon Squadron had been traveling for hours straight, getting closer to JC.

"Dragoon 7 to Dragoon Leader," said Corp. Venktura, back from special assignment.
"Dragoon Leader, go ahead," said Brig. Gen. Shé'Dú'Räc.
"Requesting permission to fan out from group and seek landing point."
"Go ahead." Dragoon 7 sped up and scanned the ground for a suitable spot. There was a pit there, large enough for about half of the forces there
.
"Dragoon Leader to Dragoon 22, come with me. Other, keep searching for another place."
"Understood," said 22 different voices.
"Drop units and cargo here."
"Roger that." 22 different crates of stuff started falling out of the sky. Ammo, guns, food, and all that good stuff. Corp. venktura and Brig. General Shé'Dú'Räc both knew what was about to happen.

Border of Joint Conglomerates

Dragoon Squadron had been traveling for hours straight, getting closer to JC.

"Dragoon 7 to Dragoon Leader," said Corp. Venktura, back from special assignment.
"Dragoon Leader, go ahead," said Brig. Gen. Shé'Dú'Räc.
"Requesting permission to fan out from group and seek landing point."
"Go ahead." Dragoon 7 sped up and scanned the ground for a suitable spot. There was a pit there, large enough for about half of the forces there
.
"Dragoon Leader to Dragoon 22, come with me. Other, keep searching for another place."
"Understood," said 22 different voices.
"Drop units and cargo here."
"Roger that." 22 different crates of stuff started falling out of the sky. Ammo, guns, food, and all that good stuff. Corp. venktura and Brig. General Shé'Dú'Räc both knew what was about to happen.


The Hidden Emplaced anti air units, Flak cannons of the Capitol police, and mobile ZSU's opened fire at the approaching units, the defensive structure of the Kraven Corporation was on high alert, in fact had been since the Defenses were finished the Corporation had been on high alert, and was tracking all air craft inbound or not...

The Capitol Police brough the air craft into aim, lowering the 120mm flak cannons until the gun was on target...

With a thump... the first salvo opened, about 60 or 70 flak cannons opened fire, sending blacks plumes of smoke errupting in the air around the air craft, the ZSU's waited, to see if the Flak cannons could do their job...

The Barrage would be held until the Air craft withdrew or were destroyed...

OOC: The numbers in this post (and all thereafter) were generated using the random number generator (http://www.random.org/nform.html).

"DROP, NOW!" Simultaneously, a good 264 people jumped out of helicopters, trying to flee the flak cannons. Unfortunately, 6 helicopters (Dragoon 17, 5, 13, 10, 15, and 8) did not survive the flak cannons. The other helicopters, some wounded, others not, limped back towards open water, fleeing towards TFR's flagship, the Katrina. 28 units were also shot on the way down, pierced by random rounds as they fell towards the landing zone.

"Quickly, to the trees!" Corp. Venktura yelled over the chaos. The units still alive broke the crates open, and grabbed their 9mm's and enough ammo, and fled to the woods. While their rides may be destroyed, the ground forces of the enemy would pay.

Onboard the Katrina, around the same time

"Sir!" An ensign in CounterMeasures yelled up to his commander.
"What is it?"
"We have targeting fields opening near JC!"
"Send Virus XK4-JC/TKC across the comm lines. See what happens." The ensign opened a connection into the Kraven Corp. comm network, and attempted to break in. At the same time, he primed the virus (XK4-JC/TKC) to launch at first available opportunity.

"Reichmarshal, we have an Uncoded transmission attempting to Breach the Network, Indications say its a hacker..."

"hmm?, They won't be able to Understand Kraven Battle Language, Prepare Anti Virus programes, and Put the Transmission on Lock Down..."

The Hacker on the Katrina, was suddenly jumped out of his seat, when his connection patched through to the Kraven Comms network... the Incohereant Mess that was Kraven Battlelanguage...

"ljakdurlgtnfueldngue hgtiwuqptu udahfhd dhad hhwer ahdalf laoflds"

If however they had understood kraven Battle language, they would have known that the Kraven Forces had dispatched a Small force of Capitol Police to engage the troops that had made the drop during the initial Flak barrage...

But even know, Capitol Police spotters had located the rough area the troops were in and radioed the Co-ordinates over to the Basilisk Earthshaker Artillery peices Dug in on the hill side a few miles away...

Within a few moments, the scream of shells came hurtling over head, exploding into the treeline and around the Crates...

The Force of Capitol Police advanced through the forward trenches, preparing to engage this advance force...

(OOC: The Virus won't work, because the Corporation is carefull to monitor all traffic that uses the Comms network, so rogue programmes and virus's will be spotted like christmas trees in the dark, Also you won't be able to decipher the Kraven battlelanguage, as your the first person ever on NS to actualy hear it, as your the only person to attempt hacking into the Kraven Network, so to you it just sounds like a lot of random noises)

The Grand Admiral stared at the message of thanks on the display screen.

"Interesting... most interesting... This is most unlike the Nation Commonwealth.."

"What, to send thanks for us rescuing their Chief Commander?" Captain Palash asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, Captain, it is. In all previous occasions where something similar has happened, and there are only two of those, they threw their full weight behind massive offensives on the place where the CO was being held. They were, of course, successful, but only because of the sheer scales of the attacks. This is most unlike them."

The Grand Admiral sat and thought for a few minutes in silence.

"They think we are bluffing, Captain," he said at last, nodding slowly, his eyes now focussed through the viewport at the National Commonwealth fleet.

"Sir?"

"Trust me, Captain. You see, they have no proof we have him. And why should they believe us?"

"I.. don't know, sir," Palash answered, trying to figure out how Pil'x had worked this one out.

"They don't believe us, and the are suspicious of our intentions, but they are willing to go along with this until a conclusion can be drawn at their end."

"Then we must offer them proof, sir."

The Grand Admiral shook his head, "No, it is too soon for such a step. I wish to speak with the Chief Commander himself before we let him contact his colleagues, or give them any other proof we have him."

Thw Captain opened his mouth to speak, but Pil'x raised his hand for silence.

"I know your concerns, Captain, but I also know that to show them Chartesque now would ultimately be detrimental to my plan."

Palash nodded. The commlink buzzed, and Pil'x pressed the reciever button.

"Yes?"

"Sir, this is Admiral Grey'ssh. Repairs to the surviving ships of Fleet Group Alpha are underway, and I have just recieved word that the Satellite Array. The Grey Wolf has reported in, the last remaining Satellite has just been eliminated."

"Excellent," Pil'x responded, "Tell General riding with you he may commence sending invasion forces to the surface, Admiral."

"Aye sir," Grey'ssh, "Landing Zone One, Two or Three?"

"Two would be satisfactory, Admiral. Let General Raxus, who is riding with Admiral Baarn, know that he also has the go-ahead for sending his forces. Landing Zone Three for him."

"Yes sir. Subjugator out."

The Grand Admiral then opened a comm channel to the General of the forces in his own Fleet Group, and ordered him to begin sending ground forces down aswell.

By now, all of the fleet groups had assumed, or were assuming, standard invasion orbital paths. It would be another half hour, the Grand Admiral knew, before the first drop ships made it to their LZs. He knew they would encounter aerial resistance, and possibly air-to-ground trouble too, but the bombers and fighters could distract or destroy those while they established a foot hold on the edges of Joint Conglomerate territory.

The three LZs were not far from Southeastasian forces, so the ground forces would have help in establishing a good beach head. Latest intelligence reports indicated elevated defence levels in areas of JC territory where the Kraven Corporation was known to have units stationed, so pilots had been advised to stay away from flying over those areas, for the moment at least.

Planned Landing Zone

The soldiers were confused now.

"How were we found," they were asking themselves. But nothing mattered now. They were in the woods, their home turf. Trained in guerilla warfare, they knew how to use the woods better than anyone. Corp. Venktura found a sniper rifle just before she jumped into the woods. She loaded a .50 caliber clip into it and moved towards the advancing troops. High up in the trees, she was hoping she couldn't be found. She spotted someone who looked like he had a high rank, aimed, and fired in his direction.

IC: "SHIT!" the hacker was pissed off. He was already found (the lucky bastards), but he wasn't finished yet. He pulled off another chip from the binder of chips he had. He uploaded the program on the chip, CodeStealther. Never been tested on Kraven computer systems, he hoped to give it a shot.

SIC: When CodeStealther activated, it was essentially a virus covering for another virus. If you don't break it, the virus covered goes off. If you break it, it's a double infection of the same virus. And the entire time, it only looked like a file and a readme.

Back to IC: He bound the programs together, then he sent it through the comm lines, then disconnected himself.

ooc: You cannot hack the Kraven Corporation's computers because you dont understand the language(s). RL computer coding is all done through the base framework of DOS, and on top of that C++, Basic and all the other coding languages have been built. No-one out side of the KC has a clue as to their base framework, and so any computer programs you have written would not work.

An example in this IRL is i you were trying to put a Virus coded for Windows onto a Mac. Even if you got the file onto the system nothing would happen becsuse the Virus would not be able to perform any of its coded functions. Unless you plan to fill his disk space with what are effectively empty files, you will not get anywhere at all. The KC language cannot be translated either, because you have nothing to go from at all. It would be like trying to translate Chinese into Sign Language with a toothbrush. It will not happen.

The only chance anyone has of hacking/infecting anyone elses computer systems would be if you got someone to defect from them to you, and bring their coding knowledge and a working computer with them.

ooc: You cannot hack the Kraven Corporation's computers because you dont understand the language(s). RL computer coding is all done through the base framework of DOS, and on top of that C++, Basic and all the other coding languages have been built. No-one out side of the KC has a clue as to their base framework, and so any computer programs you have written would not work.

An example in this IRL is i you were trying to put a Virus coded for Windows onto a Mac. Even if you got the file onto the system nothing would happen becsuse the Virus would not be able to perform any of its coded functions. Unless you plan to fill his disk space with what are effectively empty files, you will not get anywhere at all. The KC language cannot be translated either, because you have nothing to go from at all. It would be like trying to translate Chinese into Sign Language with a toothbrush. It will not happen.

The only chance anyone has of hacking/infecting anyone elses computer systems would be if you got someone to defect from them to you, and bring their coding knowledge and a working computer with them.

OOC: Who said that things worked like that in the NS world?

OOC: You'd have to decode the language, then hack the system. Probably. I'm not that up on hacking.

The morning sun ripped through the trees bathing 36,000 troops and dozens of the new sentinel terra-patrol bots in light. General Macau had finally found the communications officer, making contact with 12 other landing groups totaling 347,000 additional troops. Now that generators were up in the area, ground force battalions and mechanized infantry divisions were preparing for rapid relocation to Agglomeratia .

"General, we have received the move out orders from the National Commonwealth Universal Command. The naval fleet is moving up the mid oceanic regions of the Earth's Atlantic and we are to rendez-vous with them and other battalions to regroup in Agglomeratia."

"This is good to hear. We will be engaging the enemy from two primary locations - outside of the Agglomeratian wastelands and from Centerville. If attack plans haven't changed, 8 Superion aircraft carriers will be covering us with round-the-clock RNC Aeromark patrol."

"I'm glad to hear that sir. It shouldn't be long before they're able to regain air superiority over FJC."

Aboard the Imperial Navy vessel Reaver Chief Commander Chartesque, gazed towards the ceiling. It had been years since he had stepped foot onto an enemy's ship. Not since the wars of the Victoria Alliance, had he seen the inside of a foreign starship. The intricate differences in design and the sheer immense size of the Reaver intrigued the Chief Commander. While the technology appeared to be slightly dated to him, he knew that appearances meant little, many nations preferring to hide their know-how behind a misleading façade. He realized that his situation on the ship had been all a part of the plan, but wondered what was taking the Grand Admiral so long. He also began to wonder of the NCUC fleet. Did they know?
As he sat back in his chair, the room's entry opened revealing a tall male figure, but he couldn't make out the face. "The Grand Admiral I presume?"

On board the Orion, Admiral Andrez monitored the view screens, flanked by the captain of the vessel to his left and the commodore to his right.

The commodore remarked, "It's a bit quiet isn't it admiral?"

"Yes, it is; very quiet. Too quiet." Waiting for word from the Grand Admiral or any official from the imperial fleet, they gazed pensively at the holographic display surrounding their platform. Dozens of ships floated idly against a deep sea of stars and the beautiful planet of Earth.

"Send the forward Cornelius Division towards the Merkari. They appear to be faulting under fire from our destroyers. I really think they should be finished off right now."

As the large NCNN news ship moved closer towards the battle zone near Earth heavily populated by Merkari ships, Major Robertson sat glued to the television display on the NCS Antigone, an Axium Super Dreadnought also headed in that direction.

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"Thank you for watching National Commonwealth News Network, where we take the freedom of the press to its absolute limits!

Tonight on Mary Sing Live, we have some updates to bring you, right here from the Mobile News Center. We're live at the heart of the Corporate Entente conflict.

Our affiliates in Southeastasia inform us that the ridiculously obtrusive and extremely expensive NCV Entrepreneur has unfortunately crashed in a remote location on Earth, slaughtering untold thousands of RNC military personnel. This is a developing story...Also, a poor, defenseless Lefanistani reporter is reportedly dead after the ruthless Kraven Corporate diplomatic delegation in USSEA fired [water] cannons upon a crowd of innocent bystanders that happened to be protesting.

Latest NCNN "Unbiased" polls show that only 5% of PFRNC citizens support the war. Our chief Legisstraum correspondent Eric Byden is in Verum where highly unpopular Premier Vrai is expected to speak on the "progress" of the war. We will also be speaking with Mr. Jake Grayson, PFRNC Secretary of Spin Doc..ahem..Press."

As the news cast continued large rumbles rocked the ship, momentarily dimming the lights and knocking anchor, Mary Sing, out of her seat. The young woman quickly recovered.

"Mr. Byden, we understand that with the recent miserable failure of the "LTFB" in combat scenarios, the RNC Department of Armament is looking to waste trillions more on a smaller armed version of the craft."

"Yes. From what I understand, the DOA had long had such a project in the back burner, but with thousands now dead because of their negligence in moving forward, they have to show they mean business. I mean, common sense will tell you that crowding thousands of people in an unprotected interstellar transport ship is down right stupid! I have learned that they just awarded a multi-trillion dollar long term contract to Aerocariño Industries for this new "Omega class" armed LFTB, but this may have come a little too late."

"That's nice...Well Mr. Byden, many are beginning to believe that this war is a sham...That there is no real reason to be sending thousands of our men and women into battle for some crazed corporate ally billions of miles away that might not even exist...How is this impacting the Vrai administration? Is it really a conspiracy to hide trillions of tax payer dollars?" Another loud rumble rocks the news ship...

"The idea of a conspiracy might not be far fetched. There are rumors on Legisstraum Hill that the government has lost contact with the FJC and that there are maybe hundreds of thousands of troops stranded or lost on Earth."

"Mr. Secretary, what do you have to say about that?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Everything is fine, the economy is great, job growth is strong, and everyone is absolutely happy! There are no problems at all."

"Sir, I asked you about the war."

"War? War! Ah yes, of course...We're winning, aren't we?"

As Major Robertson laughed to himself, he suddenly became aware of the blaring siren that rang across the ship, signaling a call to man all battle terminals immediately.

On the bridge of the Antigone, Captain Yemen watched as his crews prepared to engage the escaping Merkari vessels.

General Lau sighed as he sat down into his chair at his personal home. He had heard from battlefield reports that the MRS Invincible had been attacked by JC cargo freighters that critically damaged her hull. He was now considering of calling the Office of the Imperial Navy to host it on board their ship or in Southeastasia's capitol....

OOC: Sorry it took me so long - the web security is mucking me about!

"Admiral Bertram?"

"Yes?" The youthful naval cadet entered the Admiral's quarters with a wary look in his eyes. Bertram sighed quietly - the cadet was only 17, too damn young to be under fire.

"Imperopolis just got off the line. They want us to shift our second attack cycle from the FJC power grid to their airfields."

"Very good. I shall be down in a moment."

The cadet swept out of the room, and left Admiral Bertram alone for a breif moment. He looked out of the window at the fleet as it cruised along in solemn formation. Overhead, the glinting lights of the starships indicated the presence of the huge starfleets awaiting their chance to chip into the action.

The command room of the RUWS Porphyry was lined with seemingly limitless plasma screens and holo-emitters. Here, down in the heart of the ship, Admiral Bertram felt ready to direct his fleet into its second attack. Just because Unspecifistan had no starfleet did not mean that they could not hit the FJC hard.

It took just three minutes to complete the code entry and target switch procedure. The 8 WarAxe missiles had deep impact warheads loaded, and the fuel load increased slightly.

The RUWS Porphyry turned slightly to allow the smoke to blow off her deck, before launching the missiles. As she did so, the carrier began warming up her aircraft for an altogether different mission.

At last, he had come to a decision. As he was already in his personal study, he went to the big bookshelf next to the desk. He took out a folder with a collection of telephone numbers, and flipped through. Finally finding the access code, he went toward his telephone and started dialing...

I have 300,000 troops just 100 miles south of Centerville in the center of Joint Conglomerates and noones doing anything. Does JC have any defences in his country?

Supposedly, there are 700,000 robots guarding the city...report cannot be confirmed.

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OOC: Who said that things worked like that in the NS world?

ooc: Things work like that in the NS world because they work like that in the real world. The only reason we dont have that problem IRL is that everyone uses DOS. However, to code a program for the KC computers your programmer needs to know the same language that his military computers are coded with. Seeing as the KC gives a new meaning to the word Opressive i doubt their military programming language would be something they'd give out. Plus you'd have to revise all the coding after every Operating System update or even Service Pack.

I know i'm not an infinate fount of bubbling knowledge when it comes to coding or hacking, but i know more than enough to tell you know very little about either. For starters you would need to get a carrier into the system, which would require a physical connection to their militaries internet. You would also need to bypass their password system with either Brute Force or a Decrypter, the former largely inneffective and the latter requiring you to be logged in to use. Look around the internet and you will find instructions on how to hack, though hacking into a foreign military without knowledge of their code or the means to translate it is impossible.

ooc: When you send a force to do something, it'd help if you said what it contained. I assume the Cornelius Division is a fast destroyer unit. Just for future refernce, each of my sqaudrons = 12 Talon fighters.

MRS INVINCIBLE

THE INTENSE CONCENTRATION of the moment hung in the air. Everyone on the bridge was fidgeting, some more than others. Something was going to break the tension like a taut string being snapped. It had to happen.

"Commander, five enemy destroyers, bearing 0-9-0 slash 0-0-1!" "Put it on tactical!" Fox shouted, letting loose his anxiety. A second later, the tactical display changed from a map of the situation to an image of five dark shapes, flying in a v-shaped formation. The enemy had not fallen for the trap. They had only dedicated a few forces to dealing with the Invincible, knowing that it did not take much to kill once it was already crippled.

It was time to prove that the ship's name lived up to its meaning. The first concern was to break the enemy formation and deny them concentrated fire.

"Range?!"

"4 million, sir, closing fast."

"Turn port 0-8-0 degress, Z plus 0-2-0! Call in our fighters from the Bastion Prime ships!" The Admiral was going to approach the enemy formation from above and to their left, while hoping that reinforcements would be on the way.

"Aye, sir."

It took time for the massive beast to manuever, but at full power to the thrusters it could just barely make the turn. Fox glanced out of the bridge window and saw five red dots- representations of the charging enemy. They raced in, straight toward their prey. However, they had not expected the Invincible to turn around and stay and fight, and zoomed past. "Full reverse thrusters!"

The space battleship, still moving forward but pointing in the opposite direction, accelerated paralell to the enemy, who was now turning in toward their target. They could not open fire yet, as their target was at the upper right tip of their "V" and they would hit their own ships. Abandoning their formation to allow them to maneuver effectively, the destroyers broke off and continued their turn.

"Targeting solution on a destroyer!"

"Fire!"

The Merkaris got in the first shot. A barrage of plasma pounded into the nearest destroyer, savaging it and knocking out power to most of its systems. It was only 2,000 kilometers away, a range at which any gun was deadly accurate.

"Increase recharge power 20%!"

"Yessir!"

He wanted his guns ready again soon.

The destroyer the Invincible had opened fire on let off a weak salvo, doing nothing other than scratching the paint. It lay there, mostly disabled.

Suddenly, the bridge rocked, nocking everyone off their feet. "Goddamit, everyone get back to work!" Fox was breathing heavily now. "Damage control, what was that?!"

"Took a broadside, sir, got a few scrapes but we're OK." Nice to know that everyone was still feeling happy.

The bridge shook again, causing Fox to hit his head on the floor. Ignoring his headache, he shouted from the ground, "What's the bearing on the enemy?!" "Above to starboard, sir, scattered formation." Four Commonwealth destroyers were descending on the battleship after breaking formation. They fired off another round, but it was glanced off by a cosmic magnetic field. "Activate forward thrusters, emergency power!" A loud noise reverberated through the ship as the reactor went to 500%. Fox, just getting up now, fell on his face and slid across the floor as the craft accelerated. Turning his head up, he saw blood from his nose leaving a trail on the floor. Jumping upright, he was still ignoring everything, concentrating on the essential moment. "Open one reactor door in sector C!"

"But sir! We'll loose-"

"Do it!"

Power flew from one of the battleship's four reactors, emptying it. A field of plasma flew through space, deflecting off an incoming salvo.

"Power down another 20%!" The bridge lights flickered. "Targeting solution on an enemy, captain!" the weapons officer shouted.

"Are we clear of the plasma cloud?"

"No, sir."

"Open fire when we have a clear shot, split fire among all four enemy. Make sure no electromagnetic fields are in the way."

"Aye!"

A second later, a loud CAROOSH sounded throughout the ship. Some of the plasma broadside was deflected by energy shields, but most of it hit the hull of the four destoyers, reverberating throughout them and causing substantial damage. Still, they beared on.

"Disengage emergency power, steer full Z!" "Z" meant manuevering on the third plane of space, depth, as opposed to "X" for length and "Y" for width.

Noone acknowledged the Admiral. They were too psyched up now to reply, but the helmsman manuevered the spacecraft as ordered.

The two sides were now heading straight toward each other, waiting for one or the other to turn before colliding. "Set course for the nearest destroyer, full power forward!"

Both sides were now recharging their batteries, the lone fifth enemy destoyer that was disabled earlier attempting limply to come to the aid of its comrades. Now was for the moment of decision. Everyone had been trained for "decisive action", for "making the enemy react to you" and bringing victory. Neither side was willing to veer from the collision course.

However, the destoryer captain who was going to be rammed by the Invincible realized at the last second that his tiny ship would be torn to shreds by a collision. Veering off, he exposed himself to the battleship's broadside, roasting his energy shields.

The fifth destroyer, the disabled one, now coming toward the Merkari ship, passed into the plasma cloud and opened fire. Its shots were deflected by the plasma, causing them to turn around and impact their own ship. The already crippled vessel was torn apart.

Turning around, Fox's vessel prepared for another head-on pass, except this time with the enemy's plasma batteries recharged. The destroyer who had had its energy shields roasted flew into the plasma field and did not have enough protection to defend its crew from the intense radiation.

Most of those on the bridge had recovered their calm and were now speaking. "Admiral, we won't be able to take many more hits."

"We won't, comrade. Deploy the fighters and the pikes."

Admiral Fox smiled as the ready-alert Talon squadron left the second docking bay, heading in toward the destoryers who had just cleared the plasma cloud. The Invincible continued to turn in toward the enemy, but at a slower rate, coming in toward the three remaining destroyer's flanks while the fighters distracted them to the front. Enemy weapons fired on the Talons, draining most of the energy from their weapons banks but scoring a few hits. Small explosions were visible as pilots died firing upon the destroyers. With the attention diverted away, the Merkari battleship sliced straight through the side of the nearest Commonwealth ship, tearing it in half by sheer momentum and force of weight. The bridge hardly rocked as the massive, sharp ramming pikes deployed.

"Get us out of here, we've done enough for today!"

While the bruised juggernaut turned for the sun, a few of the Merkari fighters that had were returing from the Bastion Prime vessels and made it past enemy defences opened fire on the two remaining destroyers. By sheer numbers, they were enough to distract attention. Regardless, the mission was accomplished. The Invincible, its name proven, slipped away toward from the fight.

//TRANSMISSION TO BASTION PRIME//

You cowardly traitors! Get back into the fight!

//END//

Chief Commander sat back in his chair as the room's entry opened, revealing a tall male figure, but he couldn't make out the face.

"The Grand Admiral I presume?"

"You are correct, Chief Commander," Grand Admiral Pil'x nodded. He stepped back, the door closing as he did so. A minute later, the side wall of the Chief Commander's chamber opened, revealing the Grand Admiral standing in a rather large, previously-hidden extension of the chamber. Artwork adorned the walls, a Tactical Display Unit sat, active, in one corner, and a Communications Unit stood in an alcove.

Gesturing to a seat in the 'extension' next to the Tactical Display, the Grand Admiral sat down in his own seat close by.

"I think it's about time we discussed the matter of the code, Chief Commander. I have just sent a brief transmission to your forces acknowledging their concerns, so we will not be interrupted..."

\\TRANSMISSION TO MERKARI REPUBLIC\\

It is the mark of a child or adolescent to so willingly insult ones allies. We advise you refrain from further transmissions of that nature, or you may find that your luck has run out.

\\END\\

5 miles from Dragoon 1-22 landing zone

"Let's see if we can put them down over there." Dragoon 23-55 were planning for another drop of supplies. After hearing what happened to the first group, they weren't too keen on dropping near TKC. They would drop 5 miles into FJC.
"Sounds good." Crates suddenly were falling from the sky, dropping into a small area, just large enough for everything, and with a person as well. They would be in the woods, since their equipment would take up everything else.

A knock on the door was heard. Grand Admiral Pil'x opened the door to reveal the ship's communications officer.

"Sir, General Lau is making a phone-call."

"What is it?"

"He wants to ask whether they should move the conference from the MRS Invincible to your flagship or not."

"Tell him I'm a bit busy having a conversation, and unable to answer. However, tell him am I considering to hold it on my ship."

"Yes sir," the communications officer saluted, before closing the door and walking off to the phone.

"Now, let's get back to this discussion, Mr. Chartesque...."

The 8 WarAxe missiles shreiked in low and fast over the coast, making straight for the FJC border. As they honed in on the border line, the SAM and ZSU systems defending the frontier spun up into active cycles, and lit up the sky with a stream of radar beams.

Some way behind the missiles, 2 Sea Harriers flew in silent formation towards the coast. The lead pilot switched on his ULF radio set.

"Home 4, this is Delta-1. We have RADAR sets on and up."

"Roger that Delta-1. You are cleared to seek and destroy."

With that, the two planes separated out, and warmed up their payloads. Each Sea Harrier carried 6 HARM-Bravo missiles - their fullest payload which would not prevent them defending themselves.

The missiles were jetisoned from the pylons at the predesignated points, and the Sea Harriers made tight 180 degree turns and shot back out at top speed. The HARM missiles zeroed in on the offending SAM batteries, lit up like Christmas trees for the sensors on the missiles, and put an end to their existance in a series of blinding flashes of light.

The WarAxe missiles shot underneath the curtain of flak and focused in on the frontier airfields, laden with fighters and air-to-air tankers.


Back on the RUWS Porphyry, Admiral Bertram grinned. The UNS news report had just filtered through, and it made for pleasant reading - particularly the second article...

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9665283#post9665283

A veritable cloud of various types of TIE Fighter (OOC: TIE Interceptor, Oppressor, Defender, Bomber & Heavy Bomber) dropped through the atmosphere, surrounding drop ships, shuttles and troop carriers alike.

The transports quickly formed up into Barricade and Shield Trio formations, their assigned TIE squadrons forming up around, behind and head of them in Diamond, Shield Trio and Spearhead formations.

They were not flying over Joint Conglomerates-controlled territory though, they were in allied territory here. However, despite the general safety of the area, nobody was taking any chances. Everyone was on alert, ready for anything.

"Anything?" General Raxus asked.

"Nothing on long- or short-range sensors, sir," the pilot responded. "Well, nothing except a few allied supply aircraft, though they aren't nearby enough to contact."

"Good. Notify me if any known or unknown aircraft come with 50 kilometres of us. And I want immediate notification of anti-air fire."

"Yes sir," the pilot replied, "very good sir."

The pilot was clearly on edge, the General noted as he headed back to the small command chamber where the cargo bay used to be.

Everybody was on edge right now: One particularly jumpy, sleep-deprived fighter pilot had even shot a cloud, mistaking it for a "white-coloured enemy bomber". That young man had been re-assigned by his squadron leader to bolster one of the depleted defensive fighter squadrons in orbit. Twitchy trigger fingers were not tolerated during such vital times as these.

The General stepped into his command chamber. Several members of his Command Staff looked up and greeted him, the Comm Officer-come-technician, busy, merely nodded his acknowedgment. No doubt he's trying to establish a firm communication link with the other Generals, Raxus thought.

"Sir," Lieutenant Colonel Trast greeted, saluting, "we're making good progress through allied airspace. We should be nearing the LZ in just under fifteen minutes."

"Excellent, Trast." The General turned to Lieutenant Colonel Alka, who was monitoring the Tactical Display set along one wall. "Alka, what news of our fellow invasion groups?"

The Lieutenant Colonel studied the display for a few seconds more before looking up. "No contact with enemy forces, sir, athough some turbulence did cause something of a stir in several of their troop transports. They should reach the airspace above their LZs in about twenty minutes."

"Oh, excellent news. I was expecting us to be far ahead of our compatriots, coming down hot with little or no extra backup."

"Well, sir, even though we'll be coming down roughly in time with the others, it does look like we'll be coming down hot anyway. However, their are Southeastasian forces near the designated LZs who can help make things easier while we get our forces on the ground. I've just sent them a transmission requesting they send whatever forces they have available to help set up a basic perimeter for us while we do that."

The General nodded, satisfied by the man's report, and walked over to the Tactical Display to survey his forces. He gestured for Lieutenant Colonel Trast to come to his side.

"Trast, send a transmission to our bomber contingent. I want them to fly ahead of the group to survey enemy defence positions in the vicinity of our LZ, and the border regions which stand between us and them. The last reports we got indicated that they were strengthening certain defensive positions near them. I want those positions surveyed again by our bombers, and, whatever state they're in, bombed into the ground."

"Yes sir," Trast replied, nodding.

"Oh and Colonel, send a transmission to the Southeastasian forces in the area requesting artillery support for our bombers... If there's any enemy Anti-Aircraft kit in that area, tell them to help us out by getting rid of it..." the General added, almost as an afterthought.

"Yes sir," Trast responded, smiling tightly.

"Dismissed, Colonel. Deliver those transmissions, and notify me of their response."

Lieutenant Colonel Trast saluted and went over to the Comm Officer to relay the orders.

-Conlony Forces command center-
'Aircraft Carrier: Lynx' enroute to battle. "We better hurry up commander, they'll need backup." "Okay here are the orders, set launch of transports in 15 hours, I want 12 of our PT boats to be dispatched to check for lurking offshore enemy forces, I want the rest of our light ships to head for the Unspecifistan fleet, and lastly, I want a full sensor sweep of the border for any SAMs or other fixed defenses." "Yes sir."

Brig. General Nác Shé'Dú'Räc was pissed. Running through the woods at top speed, and low on supplies, it wasn't a good day. She pulled out a radio she kept with her. "Brigader General Nác Shé'Dú'Räc to any friendly forces within 5 miles of the FJC border. WE are low on supplies, requesting aid."

Autobahn 76 on route to Sierra Visions Inc. Campus

The Southeastasian consular was confused. A few hours ago he was in his office, reading the morning paper. An oddly calm man and a small security contingent had suddenly appeared in his office and invitied him to see a few things. He refused, but the contingent revealed they were carrying ZMG-7s in the 5.8mm and the man said "It is not, how you say...optional."

Now he was in a black limo, with 4 surplus Black Humvees with gun mounts and many motorcycles as escorts driving toward Sierra Visions Inc. Campus, a large company, whose purpose was never clear before or after the fall of the Communist Government. The calm man as the SEA consular called him, stared out the window, singing themes to a secret agent movie. The contingent stared at him, their guns at ready.

Sierra Visions Inc. Campus, Warehouse #442

The beautiful campus and surrounding forests faded away, replaced by the prefabricated warehouse complex. The vehicles pulled up inside one of hte many warehouses. It was dark, and the consular could not see. Suddenly a large noise, the sound of the massive doors closing plunged the consular into near complete darkness. He heard the car's doors open, and he felt the calm man pull him out. Afraid of the guns he stepped out into the red emergency lighting.

Suddenly the massive lights in the room flared on, and he was pushed into a rather comfortable chair. As his eyes painfully adjusted to the new conditions, a pair of breasts came into view. A well-endowed woman in fatigues (rather short ones) was holding a drinks tray and handed him his favorite drink. A Bacardi on the rocks. As he further adjusted his eyes he could see more women of this calibre, all around the warehouse, carrying M16s, AK-74s, and KF9s. They were on top of tanks, airplanes, a massive patrol boat which took up half the massive warehouse, and on missiles, seductively admiring its phallic shape.

The calm man giggled slightly as a woman came up to him. They exchanged pleasentries and a kiss. He waved good-bye to the consular and walked away. He could see he was the only foreigner there (Leafanistanis stand on average 2m tall), and there was a podium in front of him.

Several business suit-clad men entered the room, he recognized one as Nikolai Tesla, the most-famous defense industry inventor in Leafanistan, he had won many an Order of Marx for his services to the Glorious Republic, and now the Glorious Confederacy.

One of them took the podium and started speaking.

"I'm apologize, we had to make sure you weren't followed, in a state of war one can never be sure of what the enemy was doing. Don't worry, every single one of these people are either our staff, or former-military, they are very loyal."

The consular yawned and took a small sip of his drink, he enjoyed the company of all the women.

"Right, sorry, I'm here today because we want to help you, but we can't. With the Frozopian conflict still looming over us, and the fact that we have dealings with the Kraven Corporation it would be political, and defensive suicide. However with the fall of the communist government we can now act with more freedom, and help the country more. And to your advantage we can now help our allies better, by allowing them technology they can only now obtain. Let me elaborate on a few things, consular, if you please."

The man gestured to follow him, a few women began to flank them. The consular briskly walked toward the first thing, a rather low profile tank with several beautiful women, showing off the tank, their M16s, amoung other things. The man elaborated on the tank.

"This is the R-98 tank, meant for export, it uses a modular turret system, modular armour scheme, and a modular extra system. At the cost of speed for heavier cannons, you can mount either a 105mm rifled, 125mm smoothbore, 155mm smoothbore, or a massive front-facing only 240mm smoothbore gun, for demolition work of course. We also have 30mm and 50mm autocannons available for lighter work. And an integrated TELAR suite is available along with missiles and a quad .50 cal mount to devastate helicopters and low flying aircraft.

The armour has a "core" thickness of 150mm Boronated Vandium Steel, it can repel simple HEAT rounds and can shrug off up to 75mm shells. You can add Titanium Armour plates, which hook on easily here..."

He gestured toward a series of hooks from which to hang it on.

"and any other kind of armour that can fit it. We can give you production rights with the purchase of 1000 or more R-98s of any modular component and equipment needed to produce replacement parts. Needless to say, it won't be hard to assemble one and backwards engineer it, but it would be bad business and we would enjoy it if you didn't do that and paid us for the production rights for the entire tank. And time to discuss the point defense packages."

He lead the consular to a series of guns mounted on glass pedestals.

"With a few simple clicks in the Diagnostic OS and hooking up the cables, you can install any of these components. From the standard, coaxial 7.62mm, to another standard the .50 cal AA mount, to ATGMs, AAGMs, 30mm Autocannons, Gatling Guns, and most interestingly, a flamethrower. Again production rights are standard with large purchases."

The man now walked toward where some lovely ladies were concealing something under a tarp.

"Here is what we are really here to try to sell to you. It is the brainchild of Dr. Tesla here..."

Dr. Tesla looked at the men and merely shrugged it off, he took a ginger ale from a tray a woman was carrying and drank some.

"It is already secretly integrated into the Air Forces, and the Navy. But not that kind of Navy. We are selling you a manned model with reduced avionics, but it is still devastating to anything from here to High Earth Orbit. We present, the F-403 Quicklight!"

The women tore off the tarp, and a cresent shaped aircraft, with dark metal, and curved surfaces came into view. Its landing gear was visible, and it had what appeared to be cannon mounts on the wingtips, along with a smaller gun at the tip and an internal storage bay. There were also places to mount more pylons if necessary.

Dr. Tesla smiled as he walked up and nodded his head. Two women in helmets and jumpsuits boarded the aircraft and began to activiate it. A HUD was visible, and on a projection screen, the view of it was visible. An advanced RADAR which could see in 3D and used a holographic display was displayed. Along with a LIDAR system, infrared sensors, and ultraviolet sensors. The warehouse doors opened. The engines started up, the men lead the consular to a small golf cart and began to drive him out of the warehouse. The landing gear rose, the craft turned, and flew out at an extremely high speed.

The consular was handed a touchpad computer were a live feed was watching a series of dummies and unmanned target aircrat from a distance away. The F-403 soared toward them, it fired off its wingtip cannons, but instead of bullets, an excited ion beam, tinged yellow flew from the cannons and punched a several holes into a T-62. A missile flew out and a BTR-70 went up in a massive explosion. The front cannon fired at a series of dummies and 20mm rounds tore through them, scattering false limbs. The MiG-21s, unmanned flew toward the F-403 which was soaring rather leisurely. To the consulars shock they started firing their cannons at the F-403. It suddenly jumped forward and broke the sound barrier quickly and flew away. It quickly fired off an AA missile and destroyed one MiG-21. Seconds later it chased after the other one. It neared its target, and the ion cannons fired again, they tore through the MiG-21 and it exploded.

Dr. Tesla explained how it flew.

"It uses a Tesla Repulsorlift device, along with a Fermion Industries Superconducting cryowires to repel off the ground effeciently so this craft can take off like a helicopter. The engines are Hybrid Turbofans, and Rockets. With their fuel tanks they can reach Low Earth Orbit fly up to 500 more km, and return under their own power. They are able to destroy the standard TIE fighters we've obtained from Tannenmille even with sheild enhancements. It also has a basic magnetic induction field, that can repel a few blows from ion cannons, and lasers. They can disrupt missiles causing them to detonate up to 1.7m away from the aircraft. Highly effective, however they are expensive"

The calm man returned with a smile on his face and began to explain pricing.

"About 17 million each, but we can give you the production rights for only 100 aircraft, imagine this, you can now take down those FT nations flying around in their spaceshapes and Star Destroyers."

"What do you think?"

Brig. General Nác Shé'Dú'Räc was pissed. Running through the woods at top speed, and low on supplies, it wasn't a good day. She pulled out a radio she kept with her. "Brigader General Nác Shé'Dú'Räc to any friendly forces within 5 miles of the FJC border. WE are low on supplies, requesting aid."

The Capitol Police had taken some wounds from the sniper rifle, infact several had fallen to the expert marksmenship of Fallens soldiers, but regardless the Capitol police had forced her team to flee, their constant unwavering attack had dislodged them from their defensive position, and now the Corporation had over run what little supplies they had...

GPGM's hammered once more, sending large caliber rounds smashing into the foliage around the enemy team.... the Capitol police net would close, and the Corporation would have some captives to Interrogate....

Commander R'edros, leader of Devestator Squadron, heard Nác Shé'Dú'Räc's distress call and sent his squadron towards her.
"Nác Shé'Dú'Räc, this is Nistolonian Air force squadron Devestator. Were incoming on your current position, but we need co-ordanates before we begin our attack run."

Commander R'edros, leader of Devestator Squadron, heard Nác Shé'Dú'Räc's distress call and sent his squadron towards her.
"Nác Shé'Dú'Räc, this is Nistolonian Air force squadron Devestator. Were incoming on your current position, but we need co-ordanates before we begin our attack run."


The Anti air weapons of the Kraven Defenses suddenly activated, tracking the hostile aircraft inbound, once they were in range, the ZSU's and Capitol Police 120mm Anti Air Flak cannons would open fire, anyone who dared to follow the mistake of Fallens air craft would pay dearly, The Kraven Border was the most heavily defended in the nation of FJC....

I need a small overveiw again.... Jolt on my end is screwed to the max I just got the reply option today.....

Having finally gotten tired of Nationstates, the Merkar Republic is hereby leaving the war. All of its troops will dissapear into thin air. Just FYI.

OOC:Nistolonia and Sollion are leaving. This is the slowest war thread i've seen, and the main character hasn't posted for a week! (Well, maybe)

News Bulletin in the Dominion

"Dan, there is only one word to describe these series of events: Chaos. The death of a Leafanistani reporter during a protest at the Kraven Embassy has caused the Nation of Leafanistan to arise into anger. Meanwhile Unspecifistan and The Lone Alliance have been shelling Raven Corps in order to fight their way through to the Join Conglomerates.

Raven Corps as you may know is a major international business that is responsible for the creation of multiple lethal and non lethal chemical weapons.

Currently, TFR is dealing with Kraven forces while trying to find supplies for their guerilla force, and Nistolonian and Sollion troops are dealing with the Joint Conglomerate's robots while waiting for Southeastasian forces to land.

It is clear that their are to distinct and opposite sides in this battle: One which is pro human rights and the other which is comprised of multinational corporations that care only for money. The pro-rights side has attacked the corporations and now threatens their downfall...

Who is morally and ethically correct in this war? I leave that up to you to decide...

From, the battlefront, this Soriana Blick reporting."

News Bulletin in the Dominion

"Dan, there is only one word to describe these series of events: Chaos. The death of a Leafanistani reporter during a protest at the Kraven Embassy has caused the Nation of Leafanistan to arise into anger. Meanwhile Unspecifistan and The Lone Alliance have been shelling Raven Corps in order to fight their way through to the Join Conglomerates.

Raven Corps as you may know is a major international business that is responsible for the creation of multiple lethal and non lethal chemical weapons.

Currently, TFR is dealing with Kraven forces while trying to find supplies for their guerilla force, and Nistolonian and Sollion troops are dealing with the Joint Conglomerate's robots while waiting for Southeastasian forces to land.

It is clear that their are to distinct and opposite sides in this battle: One which is pro human rights and the other which is comprised of multinational corporations that care only for money. The pro-rights side has attacked the corporations and now threatens their downfall...

Who is morally and ethically correct in this war? I leave that up to you to decide...

From, the battlefront, this Soriana Blick reporting."


OOC: Nice...

IC :

In response to the Bulletin....

The Reporter, was in the presence of Dissenters who were ordered to stand down, they refused the demands, and action was taken, the Death of this reporter was unavoidable, however the Nation of Southeastasia was at fault, not being able to Control its own Populace.

The High Command

Miranda Li was there, finally in Southeastasia, wearing a hat, her hair cut back, an arrest warrant out for her. With such good relations between both countries she would be quickly hunted down if she didn't stay hidden.

A few stolen credit cards, identity papers, and a motel room later she was lying in her underpants on her bed skimming the articles. The war moved slowly, Leafanistan was getting pissed off at her death. Funny considering she wasn't dead.

She went to the terminal, her crew was in Southeastasia for only a week. She had 150 kilometers to cover in a week and to find her crew. Great...

OOC: The following two paragraphs is meant to be secret ic, only known between me and Leafanistan. And, sorry to tell this a bit late, but the people of Southeastasia are known as 'Southeast Asians,' not 'Southeastasians' (without a space in between the 'a' and the 't'.

Secret IC:
Consular Robert Bemet smiled. He was Southeastasia's negotiator to the Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan. His wife, Chandra Bemet, was the ambassador to Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia. How appropriate - the DIH and GCL. Southeastasia had friendly relations with the two of those countries, and the couple were good diplomats.

"Well," the diplomat spoke with a French accent: a sign of the fact his family originated in France. "I have to say, I am impressed by your weapons, Dr. Tesla. However, it is not within my power to order weapons. That is the job of Minister of Defense Paul David Nettleton. And in speaking of Paul, I can put you on the line to his office: would you like me to do so?

IC:

Official Statement from the Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeastasia, Yao Yang Nelson Neo
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The High Command of the Kraven Corporation should speak for itself. We Southeast Asians, inspired by the former United States, are believers in human rights and democracy. They had the right to protest. Your so-called 'diplomat' chose to order the firing of the water cannons. And mark our words, should the Civic Coalition prevail, the board of Joint Conglomerates are not going to be the only ones to suffer.

From,
His Leadership,
Yao Yang Nelson Neo,
Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeastasia

Secret IC:
Consular Robert Bemet smiled. He was Southeastasia's negotiator to the Glorious Confederacy of Leafanistan. His wife, Chandra Bemet, was the ambassador to Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia. How appropriate - the DIH and GCL. Southeastasia had friendly relations with the two of those countries, and the couple were good diplomats.

"Well," the diplomat spoke with a French accent: a sign of the fact his family originated in France. "I have to say, I am impressed by your weapons, Dr. Tesla. However, it is not within my power to order weapons. That is the job of Minister of Defense Paul David Nettleton. And in speaking of Paul, I can put you on the line to his office: would you like me to do so?

Tesla smilied. "Yes, indeed, relay everything you've heard, together we can make our mutual enemies disappear."

Secret IC:

After getting a secure, authorized transmission to Nettleton's office, Bemet was now talking with him. Tesla watched with patience as Bemet spoke with the Southeast Asian Defense Minister. Then at last, after what seemed like an hour, there was a click as Bemet put down the phone. He turned around to face the inventor.

"Dr. Tesla," spoke the consular, Tesla smiled, already having a hypothesis of the consular's response. "Mr. Nettleton, along with the rest of the cabinet has agreed to purchase a limited production rights agreement of one hundred F-403s, and ten thousand R-98 tanks, fitted with miniguns, a TELAR suite and 30mm autocannons. The legislative branch shall have to approve of this secret contract first. One question however: WACI would be most interested in this once this information is no longer considered to be sensitive and therefore be declassified. Would the COAM later jointly sell the R-98 and the F-403?"

All allied leaders still in the war are invited to a strategy meeting on the MRS Invincible. If interested, post who you are sending. I am TGing Joint Conglomerates and telling him that we can resume the RP now that the forums are fixed.

With the war in Frozopia settled, our nation will soon be reinforcing Southeastasia.

All allied leaders still in the war are invited to a strategy meeting on the MRS Invincible. If interested, post who you are sending. I am TGing Joint Conglomerates and telling him that we can resume the RP now that the forums are fixed.
Of course we should resume it. Now where is he....

The Aequatian Republic, due to more pressing actions which required our attention, was delayed in its deployment of forces to Southeastasia and will be doing so now with the 5th Special Combat Applications Regiment which will conduct missions as part of a larger Southeastasian unit.

Joint Chief General Arnold Saltzman,
Federal Republic of Aequatio

I did a search for Joint Conglomerate's posts, and it looks like the last time he posted was on October 11th (in the "anything and everything" forum) and the last time he posted in this thread was Oct. 7th. He hasn't responded to the PM I sent him, and on his nation's profile it says he was active a few hours ago so he should have seen it. Either he's ignoring us or he's having technical problems. Whatever it is, he's not coming back to this thread. Should we go ahead and invade anyway? I can TG everyone and tell them that we'll fight each other without Joint Conglomerates.

OOC:
Since NS is the free-form RP it is, we can fluid time. Let's say the war happened before Kraven's and the Kraven High Command betrayed Concremo, and before the PFRNC fell into anarchy. So for the sake of the RP, and because I don't like to leave things unfinished, I'm making my move.
IC:
The joint Nistolonian-Sollion forces were holding the droid battalion off very well. The Nistolonian ground attack and support aircraft, which were once tiny little dots in the distance, were now large. They dropped their first payload of bombs. The explosives, designed to cut through the air, giving a 'wheee!' sound as they . Orange waves rocketed skyward as dust was cast into the air. Charred metal of the destroyed droids created a complex jigsaw puzzle of scrap metal. Although they were heavily damaged, they still pressed on. Bruising up the little idiots before we crush them, was the reason why they sent the cyborgs. For now, the Civic Coalition's forces didn't know that, but they would figure it out later.

The Commander of the joint forces, knowing that the most of the droids had been eliminated, ordered increased fire from the infantry and the artillery. Fifty minutes later, the droid battalion was no more. The clash had lasted for two hours.

"Now where are the Southeast Asian airplanes?" the Commander asked himself. Coincidently his question was answered as he peered up. Just when I had to ask. he thought to himself.

After helping the C-5 pilots land across the coarse geography of the Outer Limits, the victors of battle started the construction of their own base and assisted the building of Southeast Asian base. It was going to be a long war.

-Lone Alliance Obseravtional Ship-
"Prepare to scout possible weak spots, and prep all launchers," "Sir we have prepared the Transport helicopters for Supply Runs for the Southeastasian base." "Then get them underway!"