NationStates Jolt Archive

Digor System, 700 Lightyears from Thrashian System

Major-Admiral Diez-Vannar stood on the bridge of his Super Star Destroyer looking out into space. Diez-Vannar was tall, some 6 feet in height, and was broad of shoulder. His gray admiral uniform clung tightly to his body, his muscles taunt under it. His black iron hair was short and combed back as was the style of most Fleet officers. He spread his feet slightly and put his hands behind his back.

Diez looked out over his task force, a part of the Expeditionary & Expansion fleet of Thrashia which he commanded, was assembled before him. Seven Imperial Star Destroyers, three Praetorian Cruisers, and a small contingent of the Supply Commissariat, all in formation with the Dark Lance Super Star Destroyer as the command ship. Diez smiled, he was only 43, and he had the power to make entire systems bends to their knees before himself and the Emperor.

He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned. Captain Logia stopped and saluted. “Admiral, the fleet has assembled, our last reports coming from out probes say that the inhabitants of the Digor System are currently unaware of our presence on their outskirts; however there is an enemy fleet orbiting around the largest planet, Dior, which is fairly large,” Logia reported. Diez nodded.

“Very well Captain. Deploy the fleet, prepare for our main assault. All Tie pilots are to be in their ships, prepare for combat,” said Diez. Logia saluted and turned smartly and moved off to the port side crew pit. Diez turned back to the view. “Hopefully they will be a worthy adversary,” said Diez quietly to himself.

Captain Logia spoke into the comm. “All ships, on my mark, make the jump to lightspeed……mark.” The fleet jumped quickly.




23 minutes later the fleet came out of lightspeed less than 300km away from Planet Dior. The Digor system had been home for some time for a partially advanced culture and technology. They had been pursuing advances into space for some time, and when they had sent their own expedition outside the Digor System, Thrashian patrols had detected and captured the ships, then they interrogated the crews. From them they discovered the location of the Digor system and its specifics.

The system itself had 5 planets, three of them agri-worlds and the others were mostly just large chunks of rock and ore. Perfect for the needs of the Thrashian Industry, and thus Diez, who was given the responsibility to find new systems and expand the Empire, targeted the system for annexation.


Diez watched as his fleet took up a loose formation, centered on his flagship. ‘In front’ of the fleet was the main planet, Dior, which had the largest population of Digorians, and was the location of the systems only fleet. There, in orbit were four Star Destroyer sized ships, and a horde of smaller cruisers. When the Thrashians appeared, it was like watching ants scramble when the sun was blocked out by a shadow, as the Digorian fleet started moving under the sudden appearance of this outsider fleet.

“Admiral Diez sir, we are receiving a message via an older set of transmission lines. Shall I patch it through?” asked the comms Lieutenant. Diez nodded. The Lieutenant bent down and adjusted a few dials and pressed a large button. A crackling voice was heard.

“This is Space Marshal Brody of the Digorian Space Forces, you are not welcome here, and are ordered to leave immediately,” said the voice over the comms. Diez nearly laughed. “Comms, open up a reply channel,” said Diez. The lieutenant repeated his process, then looked up and nodded to Admiral Diez.

“Marshal Brody, you are informed that the Digor System has been annexed by the sovereign Empire of Thrashia, you and all your fellow Digorians are now citizens of Thrashia, and thus subject to its laws. I am Major Admiral Diez-Vannar of the Imperial Fleet, I am here to enforce this annexation. You are to surrender all space vessels and give up all weapons,” said Diez calmly. He turned to the Lieutenant, who nodded.

“Sir, the Digorian fleet has fully organized and is heading in our direction. Comm Scan detects 4 large destroyers, 28 small dreadnoughts, and several smaller frigate and corvette class ships,” said Captain Logia, who was standing next to the tactical screen. Another message came over the comms from the Digorians.

“Admiral Diez-Vannar, your nations attempt at annexation shall be resisted, this determined by the High Council of Dior, the rulers of this System. We declare war upon you, and we will send you back to where you came from,” the crackly voice said. Diez walked over to the tactical screen. The Digorians were forming into a wedge formation, one of their larger ships at its head, an identical one on the wings, and the fourth in the center. The smaller cruisers and other ships filled on between the larger ships.

“Hmpf, such basic tactics,” said Logia, as he watched the screen. Diez turned to the comms. “Star Destroyers Flame, Avenger, and Evrest are to take a 90 degree port movement and head in that vector for 70km, then make another 180 degree turn and hit the Digorian fleet on their left flank.” The comms officer nodded. The second one looked up for further instructions. “Star Destroyers Revenge, Conquest, Victorious, and White Shroud are to make a Ord Oranus formation in front of the Dark Lance. The three Praetorians’ are to move into a line formation and engage the right flank of the enemy fleet,” said Diez. The comms nodded.


Three Star Destroyers moved right and away from the main group of Thrashian ships. Marshal Brody, standing on the bridge of his own command ship, smiled and turned to his communications technician. “Tell the Dior’s Sword and the 1st Cruiser group to move and engage those ships now!”

The left wing of the Digorian ‘Arrow’ formation split and moved left to engage the three large Star Destroyers. Diez watched as his bait was bitten. “Launched all fighters, they are to engage and destroy all frigates and smaller ships, leave the heavier cruisers to the Star Destroyers,” he said to the comms officers.

Like a black cloud of wasps a large formation of hundreds of Tie fighters moved in and began engaging the small ships of the Digorian fleet. Brody smacked the panel in front of him. “Damn! I didn’t know they had fighters…I damn well wish we had some,” he said to himself. The he saw the three Praetorian cruisers on his right flank. They were smaller than those arrow shaped ships. “Communications, have the Order of Dior and the 2nd Cruiser group move to engage those three ships, make it quick!” he said loudly.

The right wing of the Digorian ‘Arrow’ formation split right and moved to meet the three Praetorians. “Ord Oranus formation to attack their center now,” said Diez.


Brody suddenly realized his mistake when one of his precious Super cruisers, the one that made the point of the ‘Arrow’ formation, began blowing up. “That’s impossible!” he screamed. He saw the four larger white ships smashing through the line of smaller cruisers and ships, followed by the larger dark ship. He turned to look at the left flank just in time to see a combined barrage from the three white ships destroy the other Super Cruiser, he other smaller ships didn’t stand a chance and some were retreating, but were followed by the small fast enemy fighters. He turned to his right, and was somewhat relieved when he saw one of the enemy Praetorian ships blew up, breaking in half from when a combine effort of a barrage from the Super cruiser and a kamikaze small cruiser smashed into it. Then he cried in outrage when two large broadside attacks were made by the two other Praetorians smashed into the side of the Super Cruiser, crippling it, causing it to go into death throws.

“Marshal Brody! We have incoming enemy capitol ships! We can’t stop them!”

“Raise our shield power! I don’t want anything to get through!” He yelled at one of his captains. The man turned with a look of horror painted on his face. “Too late!” the man was pointing in out the window of the bridge at what were three very large white arrow ships.

“Damn” said Brody. The heavy laser batteries on the Star Destroyers aimed and fired at the last of the large Digorian cruisers. It’s bridge exploded and formed into space dust, the rest of the ship imploded, as the damage was too great.


Captain Logia turned to Admiral Diez and saluted. “A wonderful victory sir,” he said. Diez returned the salute. “Yes, now, have the Star Destroyer Avenger begin the mop up of those smaller cruisers. Deploy our other ships to begin planetary bombardment and invasion, I want this annexation to get over with soon,” said Diez, who looked at he tactical screen.

“Yes sir,” said Logia.

"Major Admiral Diez-Vannar, I present you with the formal surrender of the people of Planet Dior and the surrounding planets under our control. I submit my nation and welcome Thrashian rule," said a tall, yet aged, old man standing in front of Diez and his staff officers. The old man was holding out a golden scroll, the Digorian manner in surrendering.

"I on behalf of the Emperor Shadaum IV of Thrashia, accept your surrender and welcome the Digorians as citizens of the Empire," said Diez. The old man bowed, and Diez bowed back.

The group stood on the steps of the Senate House, the largest structure on the Planet Dior, and the seat of power from where the Digorians had onc ruled the Digor system. Stormtroopers and army troops lined the streets around it, and the people were throwing confetti and doing other acts of celebrating. Diez new that most of it was false, but he new that it would change when the prosperity that Thrashia could bring, was finally shown to these people.

"Thankyou Prime Minister Florin for your cooperation. It saddens me that I was forced to enter into hostilities with your Space Marshal Brody, may his soul rest, and hope that as new citizens of Thrashia, prosperity will soon return to block out the sorrow of loss," said Diez.

"You are quite gallant and kind Admiral, I thankyou for not invading our dear planet as a reaction to my Marshal's actions. I do indeed hope for a return of prosperity," said Florin.

"Good, now if you will excuse me Prime Minister, I must return to my ship and make a report to the Emperor. I will send a aide to be with you have you the need to ask questions concerning Thrashian Law or Fleet expectations," said Diez, and he turned and left with most of his staff.

Two hours later he was back on the bridge of the Dark Lance. "Captain, what is our casualties list?" he asked Logia. The captain stepped forward and read off a list.

"We lost the Opterra Praetorian cruiser, and all its crew aboard. We lost 37 Tie fighters overall from all ships, and the Star Destroyer Revenge sustained a small breach to its hull and is currently under repair," said Logia.

"Very well, and how is our occupation going on the other Digorian planets?"

"The other two Dior I and II, have not given us much trouble. General Veers says that nearly all weapons on record have been given over to his troops, and he does not see any resistance brewing, though of course, the people are resentful of us being there," said Logia.

"Thats understandble, put this all in the report to the Emperor, and send it within the hour Captain, and put the Star Destroyers Conquest and Avenger on system patrol," said Diez, he left the bridge and went to his private rooms.

"Yes sir," said Logia, and he went about following his orders.

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"Admiral, we have recieved the new supply shipment from the Mais System, would you like to look it over?" asked Captain Logia. He stood behind Diez on the bridge of the Dark Lance.

"Thats the new Droid Army that the Emperor bought from the Huntaer Corporation correct?" asked Diez. "Yes."

"Very well, how many units?" Diez asked as Logia led the way off the bridge.

"According to this we have 5 total Droid armies, 350,000 units each," said Logia as he looked down at a data slate. The two officers walked through a large doorway, other crewmen and officers stopping to salute as they passed.

"Thats very good. We'll be stationing one army on both planets Dior I and II. And the other three for the largest, Dior," said Diez. Logia notted that on his data slate.


The two got onto a small elivator and went down to the main hull area of the ship. In front of them were a large space filled with what looked like tan colored meter high eggs. "These are it?" asked Diez skepticlly. Logia smiled and took out a small electronic device. He pressed a series of buttons.

Suddenly there was the sound of computes whirling, then a snap crunch as the arms of the droids opened up, then their main bodies stood, then they were fully erect. As one, they drew their blaster rifles and turned about face.

"Thrashian Droid Army, General A34-01 at your command," said the automated voice of the closest Droid with white colors painted on it.

"Interesting," said Diez. "Begin landing them, they shall police and garrison our newly conquered worlds."

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(ooc can i join your thread?)

OOC: Yea, go ahead. But I won't be abel to post anything for three days after 12am tonight. So don't expect too much for a few days.

Outskirts of the Digor System
D.F.S. Lonestar
Lonestar-Class Battleship

The ship shook violently as the massive engines began to overload. Overhead ducts burst under the pressure, sending waves of steam onto the command crew. Electrical conduits overloaded, sparks flying as metal rubbed against metal. In the chair centered in the middle of a bridge sat a man, hunched slightly to avoid a low hanging beam, a somewhat harassed expression on his face.

“Report!” he shouted over the unbearable noise filling the command center.

“Something has hit the engines, sir! Took a massive chunk out of the central power core, they’re overloading!” was the response.

“Cut the power, switch to secondaries!” A nearby engineer nodded profusely and tapped a few console buttons. The change was immediately obvious. The normal white light that illuminated the bridge was replaced by a dull red, and the shaking, which had already rendered a number of the crew unconscious, stopped quickly. All was quiet, no one dared to speak, shivering in cold sweat. At last the man in the center of the room broke the silence, the insignias on his collar showing his rank as captain. “Get a full damage report to me as soon as possible; I want to know exactly what the hell happened.” A shaken and pale ensign nodded and stumbled off to find what the captain had demanded.

The man sighed deeply, pushing the low hanging beam away from his captain’s chair and sitting down. This was going to be a long day.

“Lieutenant, our scanners have just picked up something,” said a technician. His superior leaned over to his panel and looked down at the report. “What has Comm Scan detected?” asked the Lieutenant.

“According to the last scan, it’s a fairly large ship, yet all signs of major power and weapons systems seem to be down. It’s fairly unusual for a ship of that size to be without power. According to our probe scouts there haven’t been any large battles in this system for over several years, our battle when we conquered the Digorians was the most recent in over a decade,” answered the technician, a frown evident on his face.

“Then it must have just reached the system, I will report this, continue with your duty Ensign,” ordered the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant walked up the steps of the crew pit and marched up to the captain.

“Captain Polarin sir,” the lieutenant saluted. “We’ve detected an unknown in the vicinity, at point 34-A, sector 3. Neither it’s currently unknown what nation it is from nor if it is currently operational. All signs of energy output are currently on the bar line.”

Polarin, a short and stocky Thrashian turned, his sharp bright eyes cutting into the lieutenant’s. “Very well Lieutenant, have the helm take us there immediately,” he ordered.

45 minutes later…

In the dark edges of Digorian space the Star Destroyer came upon another large vessel. Its hull looked badly damaged and its engines were seemingly smashed. With his eye sight, Polarin could see men in space suits moving around the outside of the ship, obviously making repairs.

“Comms, get me a hailing signal,” Polarin said. He waited a few minutes then began speaking when the technician nodded.

“Attention, unknown ship, you have entered Thrashian space. I am Captain Polarin, of the Thrashian Fleet, I can see from here that your ship is damaged. If you will kindly state the cause of this damage and as to the reasons for you being in this vicinity of space, I will proceed to help your ship. Please comply,” said Polarin. He waved his hand over his neck, signaling the technician to cut the signal.

“Now, we wait,” he said to himself. As an after thought he turned to the Comms officer. “Launched 2 scout Tie fighters, weapons deactivated, to scout the surrounding area.”

“Yes sir.”

“Sir, we’re being hailed.”

“By who?” answered the wary captain.

“A ship off to port, angular configuration, about a kilometer long. Moderately armed and armored, no threat to us in combat. However,” the tactical officer paused.

“However?”

”Sensors are detecting several more of the ships in the area, as well as one significantly larger, at about 8 kilometers in length. I suggest we do not engage them.”

The captain nodded, frowning. “Get our repair crews inside, in case are more hostile than they appear, and put it the message on the main holoscreen.”

”Aye, sir”. A large, uniformed man with obvious authority appeared seemingly in the middle of the Lonestar’s bridge. He spoke calmly, if assertively.

“Attention, unknown ship, you have entered Thrashian space. I am Captain Polarin, of the Thrashian Fleet; I can see from here that your ship is damaged. If you will kindly state the cause of this damage and as to the reasons for you being in this vicinity of space, I will proceed to help your ship. Please comply,” After the message ended, the man flickered and faded away, leaving the bridge quiet.

The captain nodded solemnly, taking a damage report from an officer who had just entered the bridge and setting it on the arm of his chair. “Inform the Thrashians that I, Captain Aaron Moore of the D.F.S Lonestar sends his greetings, and that we mean no harm, but do not wish for assistance at this time. Tell them our primary engines are temporarily down- but tell them no more. Divert what power we can to weapons, of they complain, tell them it’s a bug in our power grid.”

“Aye sir.” Captain Moore picked up the pad and eyed the specs carefully. Upon leaving the Horizon System, and opening a wormhole to travel through, a meteor has been sucked in as well, impacting on the Lonestar’s hull, causing a huge amount of damage to the ship and throwing them out of the wormhole. He pondered for a moment, if we do have to engage them, we have no means of getting away. We could take down one of those ships, possibly two, but with a fleet here we wouldn’t stand a chance. It’s best that we get the wormhole drive up and running as soon as possible.” Aaron nodded, then went back to work.

"Commencing translation to Warp; Brother-Captain" The slow hiss of the navigator brought a shudder to the proud warrior; his gaze drifting out to the frontier. Reports were coming in of a fast, violent, almost virulent expansion; and his Despoiler Class Battlecruiser had been sent forth to investigate. It's hissing hull marred with runes and sigils; his men; great and feared Warriors of Wolfsbane; ready to fight and die for their soverign Emperor; who dwelt in victory beyond the stars; behind veils of purest Immaterium. He was their Lord and Master; their Savior; the Chosen of the Gods.

The ship tore into the Sea of Souls; the blessed Warp from which all power sprang; the source of Eldritch power that had founded the Imperium; nurtured it, changed and found itself hurtling through the hissing depths, before tearing free into the cold, harsh touch of reality once again.

"Status" The Captain breathed; hand playing almost absently over his Bolter; eager to know the joys of combat once again; yet displeased to be relegated to such a menial task at the end of the Galaxy. A pathetic task for one who worshipped the Blood God; an insult to the martial pride which had consumed worlds....

"We read two vessels my Lord; Your Orders?"

"Let us wait; we shall only respond if they hail us; then we shall have the meat of this matter."

“Captain, we have another ship on our scopes. It just came out of a warp-tunnel!” said a technician, almost yelling in his hurry and surprise. His superior leaned over the consul and looked at the reading. “Captain, Comm Scan registers the ship as one belonging to the nation of Chronosia,” said the Lieutenant looking up at Polarin.

“We have an alliance with Chronosia…why would one of their ships be out here?” Polarin asked himself. The comms officer looked up as well.

“Captain, the unknown ship has identified itself as a ship-of-the-line for the nation of Parlim. I accessed the Holo Net and went into some of the Fleets older files and found this: that Parlim was once an ally of Thrashia, when about 200 years ago, Thrashia began its first space program. According to this report, we’ve been out of contact for over 70 years,” the lieutenant said. “The ship in front of us is telling us that they have damage to their primary engines and do not wish to have assistance, oh, and their commander’s name is a Captain Moore.”

Polarin nodded. He needed more back-up to handle this. “Comms, tell Captain Veinam on the Avenger that the Conquest requests back-up immediately concerning two ships entering our space, and make the next hourly report to Admiral Diez sent now,” Polarin said. “And send this reply to Captain Moore:

Captain Moore of the military of Parlim; we will allow you to make repairs and not send assistance. However, in accordance with Fleet Regulations I must send a small observation team onto your ship. This being simply because you are a foreign ship to us. This is not meant to be a militant action. One of my adjutants will be on the ship and will inspect your proceedings. I do not expect them to stay on your ship long.”

The comms officer nodded and sent the message. “What about the Chronosian ship sir?” asked one of the Lieutenants.

“Get me a hailing line, they’re our allies so they may have a legitimate reason for being here,” said Polarin sardonically. “Hailing signal made sir.”

“Attention ship of Chronosia, be it known that you have entered Thrashian Space. Please state your reasons for being here or prepare to be boarded in accordance with Thrashian Fleet Law. You have entered our space without notification. Please comply,” said Polarin. The comms officer sent it to the Chronosian ship.

“Sir, the Avenger has just come out of hyperspace, to our port side, 300km away,” reported a Comm Scan technician. “Good, tell Captain Veinam to make a point-2 cruising speed and come along side us,” said Polarin.

“Yes sir” answered the comms officer.

City of Horizon, Former CoreWorlds colony Kyoto, StarWars Galaxy, Five Days Ago:



Seated befor a conference table, Captain Lyon Mackenzie King frowned, having just finished reviewing all avalible materials on the recent annexation of the Digor System.

"Why... are we discussing this now?" the hunam Jack Francis, captain of an ancient battlecruiser, gave voice to Lyon's own thoughts, "It's been several years sense this place was invaded; hell, we don't even know if local resistance even exists anymore!"

Daggerfall's lupine avatar smiled, eyes keen as he returned Jack's gaze, "Because they're 'Bad Guys' who are clearly in the wrong, their presence here is, all told, exceedingly recent, and..." he paused there, pointedly shifting his eyes upon another, "Indie here has spend the last week bitching about how she's only been able to blast 'gnats and pirates'."

The youthfull foxgirl that was Indefatigable's avatar, the new battleship from which she took her name only the distributed sentient's most powerful, pouted, "I was not bitching!"

"Angsting, then," Dagger snorted, brushing her complaint aside, "The point is that she wants something nice and tough to sink her sharp little NewBuild teeth into and test her silver, and this fits both her desire to smash her head against something, and complies with the 'Guild charter with regaurds to vigilanti action."


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Digor System, 30 Light-Minutes/540 million kilometers 'Above' the World of Dior, Present:

It was a subtle effect, a flicker of chance, so breif as to exist between definible moments, that heralded their arrival; no great hole rent in the fabric of space, or blinding flash of light, or burst of energies.

No; instead, two dozen ships simply... apeared, without warning or emmission, in a fasion not so unlike some forms of decloaking; a signiture of the Kanuckistani Displacer-Drive, but like most things, not unique to their kind.

Now, then, the imposing, angular, kilometer long bulk of the Superior-Class battleship KAGV Indefatigable dominated the formation, in power if not size; the Zenith-class battlecruiser KAGV Starfold, patched and rebuilt countless times over the centuries, stood a full quarter-again her length and several times her bulk, but was obviously no peer. Opposite, the patchwork carrier KAGV Fission Pile strode, her drives already spinning back up to jump, and in turn flanked by the NewBuild Heavy Cruiser KAGV Mighty Mouse, herself a mere third the carrier's 750 meters.

Arrayed in two ranks, one above and below, a half dozen smaller destroyers flanked the fleet's core, the twelve small corvettes standing lock-step between them serving to complete a standard 'wall' formation; a wall pointed directly down, at the planet half a billion kilometers below.




Surveying the holotank that dominated the Indefatigable's spacous bridge, Captain Lyon Mackenzie King watched as information began to pour in from the fist-sized Forerunner probes displaced into the system by stationary platform mere seconds befor the fleet arrived, icons and data codes rapidly populating the system map as sensor returns were routed to CIC via entanglment. Their target was dispersed; that was good, but there were two more contacts than expected.

"Sir, CIC indicates five Star Destroyer and one Super Star Destroyer type vessels in the inner system, in addition to two unknown cruiser types of somewhat similar make," the lieutenant manning Sensor Ops reported, "There are two more Star Destroyers and an unknown, likly extranational, in the outter system, along with a Chronosian Despoiler-Class battlecruiser."


Lyon frowned, the unknown unwelcome with odds already stacked against them, but resolved to press on, "Request our FTL comm-jammering screen be displaced in; set to standby and activate the moment any Thrashian ship tries to transmit to outside the system. Bring SLDS to the ready and standby all stations for combat."

He turned, then, as 'Aye's sounded; eyeing the teenage foxgirl sprawled across his command chair, her mischevious eyes watching him as he aproached.

"And would the, ahem, 'Commodore,' care to make her anouncment?," the slight grin that crossed the hunam's face as he spoke was promptly drawfed by the vixen's own; the girl who was, in fact, the ship he 'commanded', amoung other things, quickly sitting up, and straightening her simple clothing.

"Aye, cap'n, that I would. That I would, indeed..."

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"This is Commodore Indie of the Dior Liberation Army," the FTL broadcast began, image focused upon the Distributed Sentient's childlike, vulpine face; for all apearances, she couldn't have been more than sixteen, and yet manifested the very image of youthful resolve and detemination, even as a tear formed in the corner of one eye, "Imperialist Tyrants occupying this system, murderers of the brave defenders of her people, I say to you; your time here is at an end! This system will be free! Leave now and never return, or when the Spirit of Liberty slays Serpant of Imperialism, it shall be your blood that runs the stars red!"






OOC:
Ok, I'm basicly doing is taking advantage of the fact that my fleet looks pretty damn ad-hoc, and presenting the image of a pissant little 'liberation army' scraped together from the neithers of nowhere on very little notice, hoping that you'll stride in confident that you'll be swatting little more than a fly. In fact, they don't even apear to be ready for battle yet.

The fact that it also gives anyone wandering by an excuse to jump in and help me, for whatever reasons, is only iceing on the cake. And, of course, I'm also prepared to jamm any request for backup in case you don't buy it, but I don't want to tip my hand just yet.

Oh, and those forerunner probes are tiny, low-profile things, presently operating with passive sensors only; they ought to be damn hard to spot, even if you knew they were there and didn't have a hostile fleet to atract your attention.




Anywho, just to double-check my figures, here's what I've peged your ship count at...

Thrashia:

1x SSD
2x Praetorian Cruisers(Was 3, one destroyed)
7x ISD

+Assorted supply ships.




And what I'm bringing...

KAG:

1x Superior-Class BBX(Exparimental Battleship), NewBuild
1x "Bastardised" Athens-Class Carrier
1x Ancient Xenith-Class Battlecruiser
1x Custom-Built CAX(Exparimental Heavy Cruiser), NewBuild
6x Assorted Destroyers

12x 'Escort' Corvettes(4x external docking hardpoints each)

24x Customised KA-75 High-Agility Heavy Fighters

184x Other Assorted Strike Craft

“They want to board us, do they?” pondered Moore aloud.

“Aye, sir.”

“I don't like the idea of that. A foreign military presence onboard a damaged ship? I understand that we are in their space, but what harm can we do? We're outnumbered two to one, an inspection just seems like overkill. Inform them, that, in accordance with our naval laws, no unknown foreign military personal will be allowed upon vessels of the Republic.”

“But sir-” interjected the puzzled tactical officer, “As far as I know, no such law exists.”

“And? I just want to stall them. Send the lead vessel the message..”

“Aye, sir.”

Moore sat and began tapping on his personal console, checking the progress of the internal repairs. The wormhole drive was still hours away from being online, although they would have main propulsion back in minutes, albeit at a drastically reduced speed. Main power had been restored during the last communicate, replacing the dull blood red light with a softer florescent glow. Consoles beeped and chattered as much as the bridge crew, working efficiently as they could to get the ship working again.

Then, without warning, an alert klaxon sounded, filling the entire ship with a sound similar to the air raid sirens of old. This was followed by a tense electric buzz as shields went up and weapons popped up from their housings and charged. Moore, afraid that this sudden military action would provoke the Thrashian ships, stood quickly, barking a “Report!” at the tactical officer, who seemed as puzzled as he was.

“I didn't do it,” responded the officer frantically, frowning at his console. After a few seconds, the color drained from his face as he gaped at his console.

“Well...?” posed a wary Moore.

“Sir, it was an automatic response. Another ship entered the area, emitting signals similar to those from the 327 incident. Along with that, a fleet just popped out of warp. Unknown configuration and signatures.”

Moore swallowed tensely, then announced, “Battle stations!”

OoC: Parlimian forces have no idea who Chronosia is, they can only identify their ships through signals recorded through a skirmish at a military installation. Parlim also has no idea who or where Kanuckistan is, so going to battlestations is just a precaution, doesn't mean I'm hostile.

Along with that, the Lonestar class is six kilometer long warship. It's only moderatly armed and armored, and this one in particular is heavily damaged. For the most part, it is immobile in combat, only capable of making minimum speeds and turning. Its FTL is knocked out, and its weapons systems are now somewhat limited (some of them had been disabled). It isn't exactly combat effective right now, but it'll give one hell of a fight before it goes down.

;)

“Where the hell did they come from!?” shouted Captain Logia. The Dark Lance was maneuvering along with the other 5 ISDs near the planet Dior. They had been making preparations for the arrival of the garrison force that would be arriving to take over the watching of the system. Logia knew from reports from Captain Polarin that two foreign ships were out on the fringes of the system, but for an enemy fleet to appear at the heart and without warning was something else entirely.

“Comm Scan is not calibrated to detect warp-entries captain, so we were given no warning. However we have just received a basic schematics check of the ships. They appear to be a fleet of about 10 capitol ships, and small groups of what the computer says are corvettes,” said a Lieutenant, his own surprise still evident on his face.

“All Tie pilots to their ships, launch upon my command,” ordered Logia. The bridge was a bustle of activity as the different section were checking their scopes, sending orders, and other necessities. Logia was about to send a message down to Admiral Diez’s quarters when he suddenly saw the bridge doors slid open and the Admiral himself step inside.

“What is the situation Captain?” Diez asked, stepping up next to Logia and looking out into space where the enemy fleet had appeared.

“Well sir, this enemy fleet just appeared on our scopes and thus far-“

“Captain! We’re receiving a transmission,” said a comm officer urgently.

“Play it,” ordered Diez. A hologram image appeared, and instead of what Logia expected to be an alien or human male commander, was instead the face of an adolescent girl.

“This is Commodore Indie of the Dior Liberation Army. Imperialist Tyrants occupying this system, murderers of the brave defenders of her people, I say to you; your time here is at an end! This system will be free! Leave now and never return, or when the Spirit of Liberty slays Serpent of Imperialism, it shall be your blood that runs the stars red!"


“Quite spirited, wouldn’t you say captain?” asked Diez. He had a small smile on his face. The admiral turned to the comm officer. “Alert Captain Veinam that he is to break off from his patrol duties on the fringe and come here to support us. Then send a message to my command base just outside the System, tell Captain Britan that he is to bring his taskforce here ahead of schedule, and to come at full speed,” said Diez. The comm officer nodded and began sending the transmissions.

“Captain, where are the two remaining Praetorian cruisers?” Diez asked.

“They are on the far side of Dior sir, out of the line of site of the enemy ships,” Logia said, his mind coming up with ideas of what to do with them.

“Very well, order them to make a ‘sling-shot’ maneuver over the ‘top’ of the planet and to slam into the rear of the enemy fleet. They are to engage and destroy as many vessels as possible, also have them launch their fighters once there.”

“Yes admiral,” replied Logia, he nodded again to the comms officer.

Diez turned back to the fleet. “Do we have the frequency of their ships?” he asked, turning to another comm station.

“Yes sir we do, we have a channel open,” a technician answered, he swallowed and looked a bit nervous; he had gotten out of the Fleet Academy only a month before.

“Relax Ensign, very well, get me a direct transmission to the head ship,” said Diez.

“Open sir.”

“Attention Commodore Indie, your blatant entry into this system, which is Thrashian space and not intergalactic, is bared to you and your fleet. We will not comply with your idiotic and clearly psychotic demands to leave a system that belongs to the Empire of Thrashia. You are hereby declared pirates and rebels,” said Diez, a small recorder droid sent the image to the leading ship. He turned to the comm technician and nodded, the man cut the line.

12 minutes before…

Captain Polarin listened to the report and watched as the Avenger turned away from the two foreign ships and jumped into hyperspace as were the orders of Admiral Diez.

“What a day,” he said to himself. He turned to the comms officer. “Have we a reply yet as to that boarding party lieutenant?”

“No sir, not yet.”

“Well I guess-“

“Sir! Comm Scan detects the activation of weapons system aboard the Parliminian vessel!” said a Comm Scan technician, his superior looked over the consul. “He’s correct sir, the vessel is showing major signs of increasing power to their weapons systems.”

The comm officer turned to Polarin, his hand on the headset he had on. “Captain, the ships commander says that its one of their own naval laws not to allow foreign military personnel onto their ship. And I’m not sure, the message was garbled with background noise, but I believe their comm officer who I was talking to said something about detecting an enemy fleet,” said the lieutenant, his face had a puzzled look upon it.

“That would be the fleet that appeared in the middle of the system,” said Polarin. “And most likely they powered up expecting the worst, that’s what I would do if I were in their shoes. Hmmm, Lieutenant, tell the vessel that no inspection need be made at this time, and that they may continue repairs. Then have another message sent to the Chronosian ship, I want to know why they are here,” said Polarin.

“Yes Captain.”

Present, 24 minutes after the appearance of the enemy fleet…

“Captain Logia, all pilots are to their ships correct?” Diez asked. Logia nodded. “Yes sir,” he answered.

“Very well, launch all fighters, have our Interceptors and Tie Advanced wings engage and destroy the enemy corvettes, the rest of the fighter wings are to engage enemy fighters, and to make strafe attacks along the larger ships.”

“Yes sir,” said Logia, he turned to the comm officer. “Launch all Tie fighters and give those orders.”

“Oh, and Captain, have the three Tie Missile Boat wings (80 ships) to launch and engage the enemy’s larger ships, their torpedoes and missiles will have a strong effect,” said Diez. The comms officer nodded and relayed the order before Logia could begin speaking; he let it slide since they were in a battle situation.

“Now Captain, how far away is the enemy fleet?” asked Diez. He turned his gaze once more out toward the ships, the largest one was about the size of a Star Destroyer.

“Our last ping acknowledges 34km sir,” said Logia, looking down at a data slate. “We’re in range, and I assume they are as well.”

“Indeed, the fighters are launching…have the targeting computer make a lock on that enemy carrier,” Diez said, he walked back and sat down in his command chair and called up a tactical display. Logion was bent over watching a technician make some adjustments to his computer consul, then Logia stood.

“Lock confirmed Admiral, we have an 83% accuracy from this range,” reported Logia.

“Good, have all Star Destroyers and the Dark Lance fire with all heavy turbo lasers and ion cannons. I want that carrier taken out. 6 successive volleys, then I will select new targets.”

“Yes sir,” said Logia, he turned to the comms officer and nodded; he watched as the man worked and sent the order. “On my mark…mark.” One after another for six times large beams of laser fire stretched out over the expanse and like arrows dived into the enemy fleet.


Major Admiral Diez’s Outpost Command Base, 20 LY from Digor System

Captain Britan sat in his command chair aboard his flagship the Immaculate Imperial II Star Destroyer. He was looking out at his small taskforce of 3 other SDs and a small horde of smaller cruisers and frigates.

“All ships have checked in correct?” Britan asked. His bridge XO looked down onto a list and nodded.

“Yes sir, the taskforce is complete. According to the orders, we make the jump to Dior in 3 hours,” the man said. Britan nodded. Three hours of sitting in formation until being allowed to go into hyperspace and arrive an hour later for a fancy arrival ceremony. He sighed at his lot in life.

Suddenly his comms officer stood up from his seat and jerked his head to face Britan. “Captain! We have an emergency message from Admiral Diez! The Digorian system is under attack!” the main said, disbelief and surprise evident in his voice and face. Britan’s eyes opened and he smiled; finally something interesting. The lieutenant continued. “And he orders us to proceed ahead of schedule and reinforce him.”

“Very well, let’s not disappoint the Admiral. Alert all ships and make the jump into hyperspace on my mark,” Britan said. The bridge became a hive of activity as several comm stations made transmissions to all the ships of the taskforce. A few minutes later the lieutenant turned to face Britan once more.

“All ships are standing by,” he said.

“Very well, Helm, make a heading for the Digorian System. All ships prepare for the jump to hyperspace. On my mark…mark!” he shouted excitedly. The fleet sat looking immobile for a second, then blasted into hyperspace, going full speed to the Digorian system.

OOC: Well aren't you a happy camper Parlim. :rolleyes:

"Commander Kaye, sir, the report?"

"Hold on, Lietenent. The long range scanners just got back, theres a lot of activity going on in the outer vectors of our route..."

"Don't we usually stay away from that area, anyway, sir? The Thrashia Empire isn't exactly known for its hospitality towards our warships..."

"Aye. But need I remind you our mission?"

"To patrol Laskonian space and moniter all the activity in its borders."

"This is getting pretty damn close to what I'd consider our borders, Lietenent. Ready communications to contact the nearest moon base. I'll want some reinforcements if this turns ugly."

"Sir, our Varsarus-class cruiser should be more than enough for any amount of action we should be willing to take..."

"No. They have Super Star Destroyers. We'll need at least another cruiser, along with two full battle groups."

"Of course, sir."

"Get on with it, I'm heading to the bridge."

The Lietenent nodded, and quickly left Commander Johnas Kaye's quarters. He soon left as well, and was taking a lift to the bridge when he called in for the hyperdrive engines to be readied for departure.

"Where are we headed, sir?"

"The Thrashian system."

"Uh...sir?"

"You heard me, I'll give you the coordinates when I get to the bridge. Just prep all the pilots and make sure weapons systems are standing by once we enter the system."

"Aye, sir."

OOC:
Don't mind if I join in, do you? I'll probably be alligning myself with Kanuckistan once my ships get there, since we usually take staunch defenses against Empires and the like.

Might as well give my fleet specs now:
Vessals arriving in system now:
Varsarus-class heavy assault cruiser (x1)

Vessals en route:
Varsarus-class heavy assualt cruiser (x1)

1st battle group:
LSF Battlestar-class destroyers (x3)
Lancer-class support frigate (x14)
SF-44 fighter craft (x600)
Spearpoint Landing craft (x30)
-2500 infantry
-500 "Super Soldiers"
-weapons, supplies, prefabricated bases

2nd battle group:
Zeus-class Star Destroyers (x2) (basically Imperial Mark IIs, but customized to fit the LSF)
-2 full wings of TIE fighters
-1 wing (total) of TIE defenders
Assault Gunboats (x10)
Missle assault boats (x10)

OOC:
Thrashia, you've advanced time and closed distance well beyond the points at which I was planning to act, so I'll assume you're proceeding as stated up to the point that I start lobbing missiles at you.


IC:
As the Thrashian reply was played, a snort of mixed disbelife and ammusment sounded behind him, and Captain King turned to face his ship personified.

"Want me ta keep up the banter?" the foxgirl queried, the mischevious glint having returned, but King just shook his head.


"No, not yet; but start working on something... crude. Eyes; report."


"Sir!" the lieutenant at Sensors snaped, "Whiskers report the pair of enemy cruisers have started a slingshot maneuver from the far side of the planet; vector plots have them on a probible flanking mission. One of the ISDs in the outter system has also vectored inwards, while the other is unchanged. The rest of their fleet has started on a sublight intercept, ETA is twenty-two minutes."


King nodded, then, introspective as he returned to the holotank, "We'll hold here for now; let them come to us."




For the next ten minutes, the only sound was that of an efficently run command deck; the air of tension befor battle a slight one, tinged with the high spirits common to 'Guild vessels befor battle. All this changed when Indie next spoke

"Uh, Lyon," she began, with an unchareristic uncertainty that immediatly set off alarms in the Captain's head and drew his eyes to her own, "I think we may have a problem here."

"Explain," he snaped, more harshly than he'd intended. This wasn't the time or place for such worries, however; he could apologise later.

"I was reviewing telemetry records from the 'jammer drones we had displaced around the system's parimiter, when I noticed an anomoly they picked up just as they arived. I'm pretty sure it was the tail-end of an FTL transmission from the Thrashian to someone outside the system."

Lyon managed not to swear, but it was a close thing, "Were you able to decode it?"

The vixen shook her head, "Nu-uh; we didn't get enough of it. Give you one guess who it's probally about, tho."

"You did good to get what you did," he sighed and tried to smile, befor continuing, "We're going to have to assume they've got reinforcment inbound. Eyes, distance to hostiles?"

"Little over two-hundred-fifty million kilometers and closing, sir; call it fourteen light-minutes."


"Good; not what I'd like, but it'll do. Comms, have Fission Pile start launching fighters out her rear doors; they're to stay there, hidden directly behind the ship, until I say otherwise or the enemy returns fire, at which point she'll jump out of the system and wait at Rally Point Delta."

"Aye sir; radio or entanglment?"

"Entanglment comms," King replied, quickly dismissing comment on the question, "Guns, queue up a deca-salvo for launch on the flanking cruisers; anti-capital spread, light on the anti-fighter, heavy on the ECM - make it look as harmless as you can, I want them to walk right into it until it's too late. Fire on my command."

"Yessir."

"Sir, Fission Pile reports she is launching fighters as per your request."

Another minute passed befor King turned to Indie, "Alright, bring the comm jammers to full power. All stations, beat to combat stations; fields up, weapons loaded. Lieutenant Harris, you may fire when ready."





As sudden as their arrival has been subtle, everything changed; powerful jammers arrayed at the very edge of the system came online first, inhibiting most known forms of faster than light communication - King distantly hoping that the Thrashians might think it some opertunistic third party planing to take advantage of the impending chaos.

Thickly-wrought doors of advanced, composite armour then opened, and from four banks of launchers some 424 missiles were loosed; they adjusted course almost immediatly as their reactionless drives kicked in, clearing the way for the first of nine additional salvos to fall directly at their heels - their ECM and decoys deploying, even as they formed up and decended towards the pair of lone Thrashian cruisers; 4240 high-performance missiles, their sensors and computers linked via entanglment, forming into a loose swarm as they arrayed for a precision alpha-strike that would have every capital-attack missile strike within the space of three seconds, while anti-fighter munitions prepared to defend the swarm from counter-missile fire or hostile strike craft - ECM, meanwhile, both decicated, drone, and that little which every missile carried, acted to cover the aproach; twisting, masking, and spoofing in an attempt to make the horde apear to be a flight of strike craft numbering a tiny fraction of the swarm - a bomber strike or probing fighter attack, or maybe a simple recon flight to test the Thrashian's defences.

The fleet, meanwhile, was hardly idle; shields and weapons on every ship readying for battle; their own ECM and decoys on standby, while 'Whisker' sensor drones spread out for light-seconds in every direction. The Indefatigable herself unusual amoun her fellows; her Barrier Fields seemingly weak, only her spinal cannon charging, and tho the varrious fields that began to envelop her somewhat distorted sensors, they offered no aparent protection - could the "rebel" flagship, grand tho her apearance, be a paper tiger? The twelve massive double-gun turrets and heavy broadside batteries - fourty cannons strong per side - somehow inoperible?





OOC:
Please don't jump so far ahead time-wise again; I have several possibly reactions to your response. If you'd like to wait a 'round' befor having the missiles strike(they will take a bit to reach your ships at this long range, afterall), I'll

Oh, and my energy weapon range starts at 2'250'000 km, or 7.5 light-seconds, although most guns have shorter range; the Superior-Class' massivly powerful PSG Carronades work best as ranges less than a light-second, for example.



Missile Launch Loadout:

424x Tubes * 10-Salvo launch = 4240 missiles.


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1000x -Anti-Capital Heavy LaserHeads(laser range, 50'000 km)
500x -Anti-Capital Conversion-Bomb Warheads
1000x -Anti-Capital Hedgehog LaserHead MIRVs(10x warheads; Laser range, 25'000km)
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100x -Anti-Fighter-Formation Conversion-Bomb Warheads
450x -Anti-Fighter Dual-Purpose(1x High-Gain Sensor-head + 15x high-agility anti-fighter proximity-fused conversion-bomb missile sub-munitions)
450x -Anti-Fighter Dual-Purpose MOD-1(1x High-Gain Sensor-head + 10x high-agility anti-fighter laser-heads; laser range, 5000 km)
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740x -Dedicated ECM/ECCM Missiles w/ 10x Drone Sub-Munitions

OOC: I'm sorry Kanuck, you said you had appeared close and 'above' the planet, and my fleet was already close by, so I only assumed. And I thought the time of about 23 minutes suitable. I apoligize.

And Laskon, you stated that your going to the Thrashian System...thats not the system where Kanuck and my Admiral Diez are. Thats my main system. So...just to give you warning, your sorta walking into a literal hive of my fleets. So...I'll let you decide if you wanna continue going there or adjust your post and head for the Digorian System. Its up to you. If you do decide to continue then I will provide you with an accurate assesment of my Systems defenses and garrison.

Oh, and my IC response is forthcoming.

OOC:

OOC: I'm sorry Kanuck, you said you had appeared close and 'above' the planet, and my fleet was already close by, so I only assumed. And I thought the time of about 23 minutes suitable. I apoligize.



Eh? :confused:


"Digor System, 30 Light-Minutes/540 million kilometers 'Above' the World of Dior, Present:"

'Above', as in relative to the orbital plain; I was going to write it out, but figured it was atleast somewhat obvious(540 MSK kinda ruling out anything near the planet) and that that line was already wordy enough as-is.

Oh, and MSK = Mega Strato Kilometer = million kilometers. It's a handy abreviation I'm fond of.

bump

OOC: I will be replying within the next day, sorry for having you wait.

OOC: I am afraid I will have to withdraw from this for the moment Kanuck. I sincerely apoligize for making you wait and now this. But I have other pressing matters.

Also I think we'd end up in an OOC shouting match, my ft rp'ng is less restricted in how it works, meaning I don't tend to measure distances and all that fun stuff that some players such as your self love. I am more about ahving the forces there, still using strategy, but not this....'finely' detailed type. I would end up 'stepping' on your toes.