NationStates Jolt Archive

Yesterday, a crack teams of armed gunmen, proclaiming themselves as the Divine Hand, stormed the city of Porthos at 0500 Standard Korsian Time, calling for more religion in the government. They took control of the military ships and wreaked havoc throughout the city until 0630, when the recently commissioned First Korsian Defense Division arrived. The Korsian military have incarcerated the rebels in a penal camp on the barren moon of Deslar. No deaths have been reported, although twenty have been found injured and extensive damage has been done to the city, including the complete demolishment of the local high school and nearby museum from collateral damage from the Alistar. All medical bills have been paid by the government, although no amount of bandages will be able to stem the Divine Hand.

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are you saying that a band of rebels are trying to topple your government and establish a religous government - Hierarchy?

Yes, unfortunately. They believe that their god is commanding them to attempt to topple the government through any means necessary. The Divine Hand ultimate goal is the complete indoctrination of all the Korsian people and the mass genocide of any opposition.
The Korsian government provides religious freedom to the point that it does not result in any grievances from its people.

your use of smiles is annoying...

Your criticism disturbs me...

Korsia,

I'm here to provide any services you need. I'm pulling my ships into orbit. i've got five Arians up there tell me if you need more. I've got 15 more behind me. I'm alertying the rest of the region. Lets break some hands. ahaha.

--Nick Hunter
Emperor of Nickotoplis

Korsia,
The 1st and 2nd Poodamian space corps here at your service. I have put my ships in to orbit as well. Three battlestars have sent a wave of 200 ground units, and 50 vipers to Porthos. Three Intrepid class ships have moored atmospherically in Porthos's airspace. The rest of the fleet is waiting in orbit or being mobilized.

We await your advisement.

Korsia,
The remainder of my fleet has pulled from our wargame and have now set up in the atmosphere. We're ready for your call.

--Nick Hunter
Emperor of Nickotopolis

The Divine Hand is located on the third moon of Cera. They have five superweapons called Annhilator-Class Bombardiers. Bombardiers focuses intense amounts of energy from a secondary fusion reactor into single beam and then uses a series of electromagnets and mirrors to aim the beam at the target. Unfortunately, it has an extremely slow rate of fire, taking as long as thirty minutes to prepare a charge. A single incorrect calculation would cause a meltdown in the secondary fusion reactor, resulting in a large explosion, completely destroying the ship and anything within a fifty kilometer radius.

Annhilator-Class has no energy shields. You can teleport troops into them, BUT ONLY after it has fired a shot. I recommend taking out the bridge, the weapon control center, and the fusion reactor simultaneously.

Send some small snubfighters into an exhaust port with any explosive weapons. Target the greatest power source. It should be the fusion reactor. Take out the magnetic field.

I'll take care of the bridge. Sending four armored squads to bridge.

The Divine Hand Commander is in a souped-up Arian. I'll send the Alistar, War's Initiate, and the Death's Angel to take it out.

OOC:If it is Future Tech (FT) can you plz say so in the topic. Thnak You. It will help draw FT nations to your aid anyway.

The paper quivered as Aiden Sobel read the distress call from Korsia, a neighboring nation on Nypenyoka. This was the first time his reigon had ever been under attack. But it was also exactly what he was trained for.
After passing the message on to Leigh and establishing communication with Korsia, he began to formulate a plan.
Intellegence had told them that this bombardier the devine hand had depended heavily on magnets. Magnets. Both extremely powerful and incredibly voulnerable if improperly used.
"Get on the radio, run these orders" He said and began to broadcast a 3MC coded message to select ships"

Immediately after, two Ion class ships descended on the weapon on the moon of Cera, sensors in full reverse-array, emmitting a strong magnetic current. The ships swooped close by the barrel of this bombardier weapon just as it was about to fire. The current of the aiming magnets and the ships' sensor arrays collided to disrupt the aiming process in the waepon. The weapon's beam skitted off at an odd angle, deminished from the distortion.

Approaching from the other side of the moon, the intepid Vega approached the weapons control array for the weapon. Three Megahurt missiles where locked onto it and let free, followed by a barrage of charged particles from the ship's cannons. The system went up in a massive cloud of smoke and energy.

Emperor Nick Hunter blasted away from their battlefield where he was last fighting a war game. he watched the rest of the ships power up from their original "dead" state and move to follow him.
"Raise Nildran. Tell him to follow us to Korsia. Now execute full thrust burst to Korsia."
He felt a slight whoosh as the deck jumped forward. The screen went white as it always did when the ships used a verteron wave. Then there was a flash and a snap as they arrived above the country.
"Sir, call from War's Initiate, it says the Divine Hand's base is on Cena, one of the Korsian moons. Its all based out of a single annihilator ship. We're dividing the three targets up because all three need to be brought down simultaneously. We're assigned to take out the fusion reactor."
"Sounds good." Nick said.
"lets help our Korsian allies out. Pull all our ships to withing firing range."
"Sir? the Fusion reactor is located in the dead center of the ship. If we use an exhaust port to get in we can fly in using our scout ship." The helm officer said.
"Excellent idea." Nick said except for one thing. Get the teleport bay ready to make one teleport." Nick said as he prepared his personal scout ship.
"I'm going in alone. I'm gunna fly into the reactor and then self destruct. It'll be up to you guys here in the ship to teleport me out of there. after the annihilaitor fires."
"Sir you can't! You're the cap--" Commander Rheemer said.
"I have to. " And he left the command deck.
Getting tinto the one man scot ship, he flew out the aft landing bay and swerved as fire from the other ships rocketed themselves around. He spotted his entrance vent and flew into it. The tunnel had sharp turns everywhere and he couldn't stay hard on every now and then he hit the wall and knicked the side.
"this ships's doomed anyway." he thought as he reached the giant core with its circling ornage lights. Setting the ship down on the floor, he flet the deck plates rumble as the behemoth ship fired its deadly array. He felt bad for whomever was on the recieving end. He hit the auto destruct sequence for two minutes. Then he raised his communicator.
"Teleport now!" and there was a loud whoosh as the beam came down and sucked him up along its path and when he opened his eyes he stood in the teleport bay.
"Corporal Smith, who was hit by their beam?" Nick asked the officer on duty as he climbed out of the chamber.
"No one sir, the Poodamian fleets caused the weapon to misfire. It doesn't matter anyway." He led Nick over to a window where Nick saw the annihiliator become engulged in amushroom cloud.

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"Raise every ship." Nick said once back on the command deck.
"Its done. Great Job Everyone." and he watched the destruction of evil.

OOC:I think this going to be an awsome rp btw.

1806 Hours, Ceran Orbit, Alistar Flagship of the First Korsian Defense Division
"Lieutenant Valahar!" barked the captain.
a red-haired, petite twenty-year-old lady with full battle-armor lifted her visor.
"What now?" she asked.
"Take fourteen of our guys and head to the trans center," the captain commanded. "You're going on a little joy-ride.”
"Fun," Valahar gritted.
She turned back to her troops. "So, what do we got?" asked one of them.
"Fun," she said with a tight smile.

Footsteps clanked as sixty armored troops headed for the transportation center. An armed shuttle awaited them. Valahar turned to her fourteen troops. “Alright,” she began. “We’re designated as Sigma Team. Erikson is Alpha, Derek is Beta, Shultz is Delta, and Lorane is Omega. Erikson will take his heavy pulse lasers into the ship first and lay down some covering fire and is going to come with us as well. Derek’s going to blow out their communications and anything else he deems dangerous, which is pretty much everything. Shultz will launch some spider bots for reconnaissance and stay back with Lorane to cover our exit. We clear?”
“Yes sir!” every one of her troops said.
She shot them a heart-stopping smile. “Good, let’s get going then.”
Sixty armored troops ascended the walkway. Some would never come back.