NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Feel free to RP as the defenders if you want, or just send some of your forces to do whatever it is you want to do. But please, no giant fleets or anything, try to keep small numbers, much more fun.)

IC: In a brilliant flash of white light, the small invasionary fleet appeared within the star system. It was a rare sight, an actual civilised planet with no diplomatic ties or alliances, perfect for a new colony.

A tranquile green planet, small to the point of other planets' moons, and sprawling with life. The various cities on the planet, full of it's citizenry, went about their daily lives. While up in the heavens, their insignificant fleet patrolled space.

Commander, what is the status of the fleet? The young Admiral inquired in his deep voice. Dressed in full naval uniform, with the exception of his hat, he stood on the bridge of his Typhoon class Destroyer "Odyssey III".

All starships have arrived in system and have reported in, sir.

Bring up the relevent data on the fleet. The Admiral ordered.

Odyssey III(Capitol)
Status: Active
Class: Typhoon class Destroyer
Hull: 100%
Shields: 100%

Spartan V
Status: Active
Class: Victory class Frigate
Hull: 100%
Shields: 100%

Exodius XVI
Status: Active
Class: Victory class Frigate
Hull: 100%
Shields: 100%

Excellent, smiled Julian(Admiral), Begin the operation, Commander.

Admiral, we are being hailed. said one of the crew members.

You are intruding on our territory, leave now.

Send no reply, advance within firing range of their starships, then open fire. Full forward batteries.

The elegant, grey ships slid through the void, moving swiftly like a hawk swooping on it's prey. By now the five starships, much less advanced than that of the Empire's, had assembled to face the invasion. They fired the first shot, and following, the blackness of space lit up with the colours of fire. Turbo lasers flew from both sides, followed by heavier weaponry.

The KRMV (Kalden Republic Military Vessel) Sun Chaser slid through the void at faster then light speeds, it's massive computer banks analyzing the incmoing snsor data, translating it into something legible and then transferring it to the bridge officers, nestled in the command enter at the heart of the ship. All of the crew were lizard-like humanoids, with short, blunt snouts and blue, scaley skin.This entire process took only milliseconds, if not faster.

The Sun Chaser was a K'li-class destroyer, a class routinely used for exploration and science missions. However, today would see it used in another of it's intended roles: combat. The sensors officer glanced at his panel, taking in all of the information, before tapping a few buttons and relaying it to the Commander.

The Commander, one Kasnit Rill'ii glancd at the information as the sensors officer made his report.

"Senior One, we have detected ships engaing in combat in a system not far from our current position. Shall we investigate?"

Kasnit nodded, stroking his snout. "Yes. All hands to alert level three and secure ship for possible comabt operations."

The ship changed course within the space of a few moments, while at the same time it's combat armor deployed from the slits on the 200-meter craft's hull. It's turrets powered up, swinging into position as the fore and aft torpedo tubes slid open. It owuld take the ship less then a half hour to reach it's target.

(OOC: I'd like somebody to RP the defenders actually, 'cause despite my efforts I can't really make a good RP by myself, and I'm bored so I want this RP to succeed.)

[OOC: I can do both my ships and the defenders, if you like.]

(OOC: Sweet, thanks.)

[OOC: Right on.]

IC:

The planet was actually known to it's inhabitants, who happened to be descended fro some long forgotten human colony ship, as New Gaza. No one was actually sure what "Gaza" was. Most guessed it was some sort of city. However, this does not come into out story.

The New Gaza had discovered pre-FTL technology a few decades ago and FTL itself only a year or so ago. They did have ships traveling in the solar system and their combat craft had been built after a small pirate incursion a decade ago. They were small, only about 200-300 meters long. They used a form of energy shielding to repel both energy and physical projectiles. The downside to this was that no fighters or small craft could be launched with the shields up. Thei weapons were fairly advanced, mostly rail guns with one of the ships, the Protector, recently being refitted with new laser weaponry. All carried torpedos and several fighter/patrol craft.

The fighters and patrol craft were armed with 30mm armor piercing cannons and convental missiles.

When the strange ships first entered their space they had sent a hail, asking them to identify themselves. After no response was forthcoming the five ships, the Protector, the Guardian, the Sword of Damocles, the Victory, and the Valiant had deployed into defensive formation, launching thier patrol craft and alerting ground command to possible hostiles. Once the three ships opened fire there was no doubt.

The five ships were deployed in a spherical formation to maximize shielding and firepower avliable, but their weapons were clearly outclassed by the enemy's. The fighters had formed a protective screen and were attempting to pick off incoming missiles and enemy fighter craft.

New Gaza Defense Station, a small military base on Gaza's moon, had launched it's complement of fighters and begun defensive preperations.

Altogether the defenders of New Gaza could field five "frigates" and 72 patrol craft/fighters.

The mighty cannons recoiled on the ships as the massive energy blasts were released eight, no ten times a minute. The marines, still rapidly firing the turbo laser batteries at the enemy starships, and the others firing the energy blasters at their fighters, all was going well. It wouldn't be long before they brushed passed this small annoyance and took the planet.

From the many hangers of the vessels, came hundreds of fighters and bombers. The TF-20s, referred to by many as "Stingers" flew out with great speed as they were know for, and opened fire with their blasters and missiles to destroy the bothersome enemy small craft that would be a possible threat to the frigates once they came into range of the enemy starships.

But the invasion had a deadline from Command, so things had to be sped along. The destroyer moved closer, as to ensure the enemy wouldn't have a good chance to down the next attack; and then fired the energy torpedoes, the great explosive devices of tremendous power. But even with all the advancement over the enemy, damage would still be taken. Parts of a blue bubble constantly appeared and dissapeared as the shields were hit by enemy fire, but they held strong and would stand the test of these pathetic vermin that dare oppose the Republic.

The New Gazan fighters close in on the oncoming "Stingers". There is a command on the radio net nad a volley of missilesrips from the fighter formation just as the first enemy missiles explode. Men scream and die as the hulls of their craft are ruptured, tossing the pilots into the cold vacume of space. The formation is staggered by the sheer number of the enemy, losing almost twenty to the sheer volume of fire. However, the Gazans stayed disciplined and closed back into formation, exchanging fire with the Stingers, cannon rounds streaming out at targets. One group of four manuvers through a hole in the enemy fighter wave and unleashes a volley of torpedoes at one of the enemy frigates.

"This is Fighter Command to all units: withdraw. I repeat, all units, withdraw to New Gaza Defense Station."

The fighter break off, putting everything into afterburners as they accelerate towards the distant moon. The frigates, however, are here to fight.

The five Gazan ships stay in tight formation, their overlapping shields providing better protection. The Comodore of the small fleet knows they have no hope of destroying the enemy ships. She can only cause as much damage as she possibly can before she surrenders the ship.

As the Taledonian fire washes over the energy shields, the formation staggers, the energy readouts off the charts. Technicians and engineers scream at their commanders: What the hell are they doing? Don't they know theses ships can't take this kind of punishment?

The commanders know, but they also know they are the only line of ddefense for their world. The five shipsreturn fire with rail-guns, tropedoes, and energy weapons. Metal projectiles slam into enemy shields and hulls, while thermonuclear torpedoes explode, temporarily lighting the void. Smaller guns open fire on the incoming fighters, spraying flak, shrapnel, and tracers.

It looks hopeless for the New Gazans. New Gazan Space Command, in desperation, begins sending a cry for help into space.

"This is the New Gazan Space Command we are under attack from technologically superior enemies. We can't hold them much longer. Anyone, please help. I repeat, this is the New Gazan Space Command..."

Only minutes away the Sun Chaser picks up the distress call as it races towards the battle. This is it. The ship goes to alert level five. All crew secure for combat. All pilots to their fighters.

[OOC: I've got to head to bed, but I'll pick this up tomorrow. Talk to you then!]

at this moment a ship droped out of Hyperspace...the ship was for a moment un aware of what was taking place.

"We are receiving a distress call from the planet,” said one officer

“Scanners indicate a battle is taking place over the planet” said another

“Take us to the battle, we will aid the people of the planet. I think the Beliskner can handle it?”

“She is in top shape my lord”

“Good, prepare the Death Gliders and get some solders into there Kull Armor, I would like mine as well.”

“Yes my lord”

With that the Beliskner headed for the battle

The battle group continually advanced on the enemy ships, moving in between them so that all the guns could fire, not just the front ones. Now the damage would really be dealt. But Julian was getting restless, he never expected it to take this long to get onto the planet.

Order the first wave to invasion positions, hard drop. he said in a calm but commanding tone.

Fifty of the best trained shocktroopers that had come with the fleet loaded the pods, and once ready, they shot out of the ships and rocketed towards the planets surface at a mighty speed, which would make it hard for any enemy craft to take them out. There were twenty five pods in total, all carrying two men.

A red hue formed on the pods as they entered the planets atmosphere, radiantly glowing in the sky for all on the planet to clearly see. But that was the point, as fear was proven to be an effective tool. It took an hour, but the pods finally smashed down into the ground. Not in the country, but the western half of the planet's capitol city. The doors blew off, and the troops piled out, blasters opening up on any they saw. The snipers fired their energy rifles at the fleeing people, while the heavy troops shot their rockets at anything that came to oppose them. The area would be secured, then reinforcements would arrive. The troops began taking positions behind buildings and other obstacles, setting up a perfect defense for anything that might come their way.

A small, unmanned, cloaked, Rhinaran sensor probe which watched over the progession of the technologically inferior world now switched its main attention over to the battle raging in orbit of the planet. It stayed within one of the magnetic poles of New Gaza to further mask its signature from any observers as it recorded and filed away what was happening into its database, which was to be transmitted back to the Star Sovereignty at intermittant intervals, when the coast would be clear.

{mind if I join?}

OOC: For some reason I feel like I should have copyrighted myself...:rolleyes:

21 flashes of light Appeared just outside of the planets gravity well.

To all republic forces repeat to all republic forces hold your fire. The 502 fighter wing has come on behalf of Arcadia. We have been instructed to follow your orders. Stand by... transferring code clearance and ship information.

Epsilon 32421 Delta

20 Vogel fighters equipped with anti capital ship torpedoes.
1 Arcadian Gunboat modified with advanced sensor equipment and carrying 12marines.

Awaiting orders

(OOC: pictures http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/Feuervogel24/1A.jpg
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/Feuervogel24/lastscan.jpg
Its not much Tale…. but hey my nation specializes in fighters and pilots they should be able to take on a fighter group double their size… or a small capital ship. Don’t forget they can operate inside a planets atmosphere.)

A beeping noise commenced as the scanners picked up new vessels in the area. One of unknown origin, the others Republican vessels. Arcadia had come to reinforce, not sure why however, but a welcome edition non the less.

Arcadian vessels, please engage the defending fleet. The sooner we destroy them, the sooner we get onto the planet to reinforce our troops.

“Open a channel to the planets defending fleet”

“Channel opens my lord”

Transmission from Beliskner class battleship to defending fleet

This is System Lord Sok’kra of the Nebarri Empire, we are here to help you fight off this enemy.

End transmission



Without waiting for a reply of any kind the Beliskner moved into firing position targeting the Typhoon class Destroyer with its Asgard pulse cannons. At the same time launching Death Gliders that would attack the enemy fighters.

“My lord, the enemy launches ship at the planet”

“Prepare the Tel’tac vessels for launch. Send them after the landing ships”

“Yes my lord”

Quickly forty Unas armed with Kull blasters, Zat’nikatals, and Shock Grenades ran into the few transport ships on the Beliskner they where soon joined by four solders in Kull body armor and a Goa’uld with a Personal shield and Ribbon device.

After the solders entered the transports they activated there cloaking devices, left the Beliskner’s launching bay and headed for the planet.

OOC: is your Destroyer like a Star Destroyer or and Escort type ship?

"master, forgive my intrusion, you have received a distress call from a nearby world, they cry for help like swine."
"what concern is this of mine, slave?"
"Master, forgive my thinking, but I've heard the Emperor likes worlds such as that one."
"If you speak truth, slave, you shall not be punished for disturbing me."
"thank you master!!"


The swarm emerged from the Warp, silently it moved upon the planet, and the fleet surrounding it. closer they flew, close enough now, lat'skekka released the swarm, the scourge let out a shreik as they quickly outpaced the rest, their tiny minds focused solely on their targets.

total inbound & target(wave 1):
150 scourge, random ships

{ooc: yep, I'm using a Zerg hive, for those who don't have the starcraft manual at their desk/memorised, Scourge are basically organic homing missles.}

3 Hyperspace openings appeared in system, 2 Heavy Cruisers and a single carrier.
‘Sir, we are picking up a distress signal.’
‘Play it then, and get an uplink with the HC’sready.’
‘Roger.’

After the message had finished the 3 captains were discussing various ideas on what to do about it.
‘Well we could just ignore it, I mean we don’t want to start a war do we?’
‘True, but we can’t just leave them.’
‘We really should help, shouldn’t we?’
It continued on like this for ten minutes until all three decided to help the locals repel the incursion.

3 minutes later the ships emerge from hyper space in the surrounding area broadcasting this message.
This is the Tannishar 39th recon unit to New Gaza forces, we are here to help.

With that 30 Interceptors, 20 Defenders and 25 Storm Multi gun corvettes launched from the carrier.
OOC: Heres some picturs for ference
Carrier
http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/kushan/images/carrier3.jpg
HC
http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/kushan/images/cruiser_3.jpg
Interceptor
http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/kushan/images/interceptor1.jpg
Defender
http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/kushan/images/defender1.jpg
Multi Gun corvette
http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/kushan/images/multigun_corvette1.jpg
Well good night, See you in the morning

OOC: OK, this is getting big...really big. Taledonia this is your RP. However, you seem to be outnumbered and outgunned...And guys, try to keep it a bit realistic. You cna't hear the distress call and just show up. You have to deviate from whatever course you are on and then get to the system.

IC:

The Sun Chaser dropped out of transwarp to discover that they were not the only ones who were responding tothe distress call. A message was transmitted to the New Gazan ships:

New Gazan Space Command, this is the RKSV Sun Chaser. We are here to assist.

A second transmission was then transmitted to the Taledonian ship:

Attention unidentified vessels, this system is now under the protection of the Kalden Republic. Cease your attack immediatly or we will be forced to open fire.

The Sun Chaser swung towards the combat, it's fighters launching ahead of it.


The New Gazan Commander was speechless. She hadn't realized that space was this...crowded. It seemed a miracle that they had only had one incursion up to this point. Her attention, however, was torn away as one of her sensors officers screamed at her, "The Guardian reports heavy damage from the enemy's last volley...They're breaking up!"

She watched, mouth dry as the Guardian fell out of formation, flames billowing from several points on her hull. Escape pods began launching as the ship tumbled through space. Another enemy volley hit the Guardian square in the middle. The hull glowed white hot for a moment before it split. The engines on the rear half drove it forward and-

A brillaint explosion lit the sky for a few moments as the reactor core overloaded. The Guardian was gone.

"Return fire!"

The New Gazan ships continued to return fire, falling back towards the planet.

Meanwhile, on the planet's surface, defense forces and responded to the drop pods. As the fifty troops advanced into the city they found themselves outnumbered. Although they were still using bullets, there were more of them then there were of the Taledonians. They used their numbers and knowledge of the ground to their advantage outflanking the enemy and pouring fire into them. The battle was far from over.

OOC: Somebody has to help Tal with “capital” ships! Plus I get to increase the population density even more so…

IC: Through the cold void of space, a small yet powerful infrared beam cut through the black. Originating from a long, long, LONG range probe following in the wake of Taledonian forces, the beam contained an encrypted message telling of a sizeable skirmish taking place. Desperate to do have some victory, whether minor or not, of its own, the nearest group of ships, 32nd recon fleet, would respond to this.

Slipspace: the recon fleet consisted of seven ships total, four destroyers, four frigates, and one cruiser. Their advance ships, two frigates and one destroyer, were nearly on top of the battle. They were to insert themselves in the thick of it and reap some death until the others could arrive.

Real space: Three oblong shaped spheres of white opened yet again and the shark-like prows of the covenant vessels slid through this.

The Fighter’s Vengeance(Destroyer), was the lead ship, while being flanked by the Burning Hate and Endless Pain(frigates).

An encrypted message was sent out to any nearby republic forces so as not to suffer nor give friendly fire…

Hail fellows, the gods have seen this field of battle grow and as such we have come to aid and settle this. The forerunners favor the republic this day, so good hunting.

Simple message, but got what was needed out of the way…

“Construct, targets, now!”
The guttural language of the sangheili was short and loud, indicating his eagerness.

“Seven different types of vessels. Two identified, friendly forces.”
The relative ships now changed a green color on the hologram as opposed to the many red.

“Multiple fighters and…tyranid like organisms, extra power to turbo laser, we currently have a 95.7% chance of negating any attacks from said threats. Plasma turrets are 75% charged, particle shielding is 100% with full reserve tanks.”

A hint of satisfaction was in this cold metallic voice of the AI construct, but its holgram’s smirk was slapped away by the ship master.

“95 percent isn’t good enough! I don’t want those Hunak to be able to complain about discoloring! Make sure those shields stay up, and what’s the progress with the frigates!”

“Both ships have particle shields up, plasma turrets only 35% charged due to energy with drawl for turbo lasers.”

“Negate that, I want those six turrets firing as soon as possible.”

“Turrets will be ready to fire 1.873 seconds after ours sir, which are ready in 10.927 seconds.”

The sangheili’s lowered jaws clicked, their way of grinning…

(OOC: Ok, this is getting too big. First off, my destroyer is about a km long and is of my own tech and design, as is all my stuff. Secondly, no sending in ships bigger than 1.5 km long. Thirdly, 3 ships maximum each player! Seriously, I don't want too many ships as I hate space battles, they are just the pre-requisits to ground battles which I love. So stop with the space ships guys! And by the way, the guys I sent to the planet are holding positions where they landed, not advancing through the city. They found a pretty defendable position to hold.)

The bullets pinged against the obstacles that the shocktroopers hid behind, but they would be of no concern. Primitive weapons like those would mean you would have to get close, much closer than you would with energy weapons, giving the shocktroopers yet another advantage. But they were still outnumbered and had to hold the position till reinforcements arrived.

The men popped their heads up briefly every once in awhile, letting loose bursts of energy that flew with unprecidented speeds towards the enemy soldiers. Explosions of blue light appeared all over the battlefield as heavy troops launched their rockets, and others threw their grenades. The few snipers, holed up behind some blown off debris from a building that ocncealed their positions, had a field day picking off the defenders.

In the heavens, a fiery ball started to fall, then was destroyed as the first of the defenders ships was lost. Now fully intermingled together, the two original fleets were giving hell to each other.

From all sides of the superior Taledonian vessels, the mighty energy cannons fired and recoiled as the great balls of blue were launched, then did so again and again. The troops inside ran about, loading shells into the turbo laser cannons. The red rays flew forth, slamming into shielding and hull alike, bringing forth the punishment of defying the Empire. Like un-holy spirits, the torpedoes glowed blue and flew quickly from their tubes towards their marks. Slamming painfully into the defenders and emmanating explosions, adding to the remarkable lightshow that was already happening.

Julian lost his footing momentarily as an enemy fighter flew by and fired a missile at the bridge, shaking the ground. Report on the fleet!

Shields holding at 67%, sir. The Spartan is holding at 58% and the Exodius is down to 40%. All fighter compliments have been launched and are engaging.

A Stinger flew by, then exploded as another enemy vessel came up behind it and dealt out death. But it would be avenged as another Stinger came up behind the enemy ship and began it's attack. TB-25 bombers flew over the enemy starships, releasing deadly energy bombs at their hulls.

Incoming vessels, Admiral.

Who are they Commander?

Some of them unknown, others are Covenant. More allies have come to aid us.

Julian stood in silence for a moment, thinking over his options. We need to get reinforcements to our men on the ground. Send a message to the Arcadians and the Covenant, tell them to engage and try to keep them off of us so we can get down to the planet and begin our ground assualt.

Black leader finished listening to the taleidonian message and checked his radar report from the gunboat."Damn thats alot of fighters!" He began to mentaly formulate a plan.

"Alright boys this is it all flights on me, were going in!" The fighters ignited their engines a spead towards the battle. Black leader remembered his remaining orders. "Black leader to Hope 1 head towards the taleidonian battle group and give those marines a chance to do their job". The commander of the gunboat pushed the throttle forward and turned on his mike." Copy that, happy hunting Black leader".

The two Tannisharian heavy cruisers moved to bolster the New Gazan frigates with their heavy fire power. Meanwhile the interceptor force moved to engage the incoming Arcadian Federation fighters.

IC: “Turrets are at full capacity ship-master, ready to fire at your command.”
A hint of glee could be detected in the otherwise lifeless voice.

“Get a firing solution on those enemy cruisers(OOC Tannishar)” the sangheli tapped two of the red images which began flashing white, “Make sure those rounds don’t hit fellow allies. Have the frigates fire to the front and rear whilst we burn them in the center, they shall be surrounded by the cleansing flame.”

“Solution set, fellow ships ready on your command.”

“Now…”
The glow from the screens had been small flashes and of the black space, now it burned of fire as the plasma was ejected.

Seven seething oblongs of red plasma surged towards the enemy, guided by some malign presence, it matched the cruisers speed, while going in a curve towards their front were five more plasma charges. And not to be left out molten death screamed towards them from the rear.

The ship master thought, the ultimate weapons, guided plasma, able to crack shields with ease, melt through meters of armor and quite breathtaking and yet pure.

He tapped a circular icon which broadcasted his voice throughout his ship and the two frigates, “Marines, prepare yourselves for battle…”

The cruisers shuddered under the plasmas hellish blast, armor plating melted and the engines flared, but that was it. Onboard the two captains ordered the ion canons to track the destroyer and the mass drivers to track the frigates. 8 ion beams lanced out towards the covenant destroyer and all 12 mass drivers fired at the approaching frigates.

IC: “Incoming fire, particle shields on stern at 130%.”

Even with the vast overcharge, the destroyers was physically shoved backwards and flash with the strength of a sun gave off from the sheer force of the attack.

The point defenses on the ships were just as big a threat as the plasma, if not more so, able to burn through 7-10 meters of armor, the AI precision controlled weapons fired at the projectiles, confident with a 10 to 1 success ratio.
(OOC: I’ll let you decide what gets through. PS I take it these things are physical mass, not energy weapons, right?)

“Shields down o 3%, activating reserve tank A1, shields back up to 80%, Turrets charged.”

“Use the same firing solution, this time have the frigates launch plasma torpedoes, mass explosive ones, I want those dogs burning before the third volley.”

The scene around him was a paradox, organized chaos. A team of unggoy were dithering here and there, checking routine things, putting out fires with atmospheric controls. Beyond that, units were jogging to the launch bays, prepping boarding craft and surface drop ships.

Outside after the brief lull around the covenant ships, the angered sharks coughed out yet more burning doom, this time joined by two discs of blue flame.

Another detail then came into play, the previous plasma charges were now circling around, of course only four remained, but two were more than enough for USMC ships…

as the scourge provided a disraction, Lat'skekka's ship glided toward the planet, with any luck the others would kill each other off enough he and his pets would have no problem taking it for the empire, now, he just had to find whoever was currently in charge, and "persuede" them to surrender to him.

OOC: yes those mass drivers deal kinetic damage
IC: Of the 12 mass driver shots, only 2 made it through.
The plasma burned through more layers of already damaged armor. Warning lights flared across screens on the bridges of the two ships.

Bridge of the lead cruiser:

‘Sir we suffered heavy damage to the engines in that last attack!’
‘Has the reactor taken damage?’
‘No.’
‘Then I don’t care, just take that destroyer down.’

Out side:
Again 8 ion beams flared into life, targeting the destroyer again, and the again the mass drivers fired at the frigates.

Black leader looked ahead to see the incoming fighters. Fear raced through his body but he shook it off, he had to stay cool. He was about to give another command when Black 3 shouted over the comms "sir permission to let the enemy know who their dealing with"! Black leader smiled a knowing smile "let em hear!"

Suddenly on all com channels Arcadian communicators could reach (including republic) The Arcadian Military anthem blared. Black leader knew it would be easy to get rid of. All one had to do was switch to a higher channel. But it was great for moral, and in that moment right before combat the pilots fear dissipated and surged with patriotic spirit.

"All fighters break off and attack a will, DOWN EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!"

OOOC: quick question, what type of weapons do your fighters use?

(OOC:Magnetically accelerated Bullets. They fire at the same rate as a normal chemically powered gun would but at higher velocities and they don’t heat up. However they do require powerful electromagnets and plenty of energy.

What do you use?))

OOC: Exact same type of weapon.

The 30 Tannisharian interceptors raced towards the enemy ships. Mass drivers blazed at targets. Behind the interceptors came 10 storm multi gun corvettes.

OOC: Your move

Black leader and his wing man lead the way as they climbed above the incoming fire and with the system's star at their backs broke through the enemy fighter formation trying to destroy as many as they could (I'll let to decide how many). He began to shout out orders "ok people you know the drill stick with your wing mate and down as many as possible"! He heard is copilot in the back seat shouting "but boss what about those corvettes". As he dived and turned he glanced at his tactical display."black 15 through 30 give those corvettes a taste of your torpedoes! And for god's sake watch your six!"

Black leader knew is ships and his pilots were better. Arcadia made sure it had some of the best trained and best equipped pilots around, though Arcadian capital ships suffered because of it, but at that moment he was sure it was worth it.

5 Tannisharian fighters exploded as the hail of enemy fire ripped through them. The corvettes suffered just one loss with the rest of the torpedoes being shot down by the fast tracking turrets.

‘Wing leader, enemy forces have flown into the sun to try and blind us.’
‘Well switch to low light mode.’
‘Yes sir.’

The fighters swerved around on flight paths to bring them just below the enemy. The multi-gunners moved to cover the interceptor’s progress. They opened fire.

OOC: Nooo, ship-master!

IC: The two frigates absorbed the hits with little effect dealt, but still made sure they don’t want to get hit again…

Fighter’s Vengeance:

The shield almost exploded as it was downed and one of the ion beams sliced through the ship.

“Deck three is compromised, sealing doors. Venting atmosphere to stop fires. Reserve tanks A2 and 3 activated, shields at 100%, turrets maxed.”

Maxed meant that the plasma turrets were just on the brink of melt down, these shots were effectively three in one, but they also required a cool down rate and extra energy.

The two frigates suddenly moved directly horizontally with the detonation of particle tanks Cs and As, this carried them just out of danger, but still the shields were impacted and dropped 10%.

“Frigates, launch the demons along with seraphs. AI, fire at optimum time.”

This time, seven globs of plasma weren’t split up, this time they all converged towards the front most cruiser, and as a small show, the sharquoi (covie for human) watching the plasma could see it take the shape of a smiley face before all converging on it…

The plasma smashed through the savaged armor, destroying 2 of the cruisers mass drivers.

Bridge
'Status report!'
'We lost 2 mass drivers and have breaches on decks 91 through 112.'
'Power to ions down by 11%'
'Life support down by 7%'

The cruiser would not survive much more of this beating. Both cruisers turned all their fire on the destroyer, aiming to disable or destroy it. 8 beams and 10 mass driver rounds fired towards the destroyer.

"Commander, we are detecting Republican Command codes within Five Minutes" the 3rd-2nd Carrier groups commander said.

"What status?" The reply came in a simple tone, comming from the chair.

"Seems like no definit winner, we have authorization to engage, something this close to the Kingdom..."

"Would constitue for attack." The reply came. "Very well, Divert to their position, we shall assist them." There was a smile. "Besides, I could use the Extra slaves."

Thus in Space, three froms turned, before ripping into the white Void that was Flow space.

+++

And the three ships dropped out again. The Fleet was a small unit, One Carrier and two Frigates, the larger carrier being 500m while the smaller frigates 150m. These craft let loose, as soon as they arrived, a hail of Icefire, Rips appering ON the enemy craft. Meanwhile, the Carrier let loose its Dropships, escorted by Fighters, towards the planet.

Today Glory shall be ours. Lord Korlanru thought to himself as he raced forward within his Dropship.

OOC: who are you attackimg?

The Sun Chaser arrived with a bang. A volley of thermonuclear torpedoes preceeded it by seconds as it came into weapons range, firing a broadside from it's rail gun turrets. It's two-main fighters swarmed into the melee, firing missiles and cannon wiht a vengeance. The Kalden destroyer had placed itself directly between the Republic ships and the retreating New Gazan frigates. The New Gazans had taken a hell of a beating and were now retreating towards the planet. The remaining Gazan fighters had formed a protective screen, limping home.

The Kalden captain turned to his comm officer, "Call in some reinforcements this could get nasty."

"Yes Senior One, but the nearest friendly forces are several hours away."

"Then we'll just have to hold them."


On the ground the defense forces had taken some casualties, but were bringing up armor. A tank rumbled into position, swinging it's tureet around to target the enemy positions.

"Target acquired."

"Load high-explosive."

"HE shell locked and loaded, sir."

"Fire."

The cannon roared as a shell impacted on the invader's positions.

suddenly the ship closest to his left erupted in flames! It only took a second for Black leader to figure out what happened. The enemy had turned the tables on them and he had lost three of his fighters because of it!

"Black flight follow me" He rotated his fighter 180 degrees so he was now looking up at the interceptors. After the rest of the ships did the same he pulled up as hard as he could bringing him and his flight right behind the enemy. His finger trembled with anticipation and he gave the order "fire"

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Commander of the gunboat "hope 1" had just docked with the Taledonian command ship. Even now he could hear the marines exiting the hatch and entering the ally ship…

The twelve marines stomped through the decks heading towards the bridge. They took up the entire length of the corridor, members of the taleidonian crew might have protested to this rudeness… as they couldn’t get by. But with Marines fully armed rifles in hand and space black armor meant completely sealed them from the vacuum. Nobody said a word to them.

When they finally reached the bridge the two troopers that were carrying a large black case in-between themselves set the box onto the deck. Every trooper went to an “at ease” position except for the one with red stripes running down his arms and legs. The trooper took a step towards the Taledonia in charge and spoke. His voice sounded mechanical and indifferent "Sir we have been sent to reinforce your ground forces and to bring you this". He motioned towards the black case resting between the troopers. “Its a holo-recording with message from president Semko". after a quick glance at his men he spoke again."Uh Sir one more thing.... unfortunately our gunboat is not capable of entering the atmosphere.. we err.. we need a ride down”.

IC: The destroyer halted and took the shots head on. A brilliant flash occurred and after it faded…the destroyer was still intact. A last second particle tank usage had saved the ship from being paralyzed or worse.

“Now, target those energy weapons, have all of our vessels do that, use the turbo lasers, simply cut the damn things out. This has to happen and has to happen NOW.” The sangheili knew that if those ion weapons weren’t destroyed, he would lose this ship, if not a frigate too.

The three ships lurched forward so they were within half range of their turbo lasers, far more closer than necessary, but it would amplify the effects.

“Our ships last particle tank is gone ship-master, frigates each have three more, plasma turrets now down to 10% cool off. Frigate turrets at 100%, all 20 turbo lasers ready to fire.”

“Make sure to hit those energy weapons, the kinetics we can shoot down, the ions we can’t, NOW.”

The space in front of the ships lit up with brilliant purple lasers and ten of the red plasma globes.

Almost as if a side thought, five tear shaped fighters left the docks, seraphs, accompanied by five more bulky ships; demons and five of the two pronged drop ships exited the small bays.

Each seraph had two turbo laser primed and began loosing off shots at the cruiser while the demons lumbered into range for their plasma bombs. And as if that wasn’t enough, the drop ships were at full engine charge speeding towards the rear cruiser with plasma charges ready for a breach.

The unlucky four hidding behind the debris hit by the enemies shell flew high and far, their screams echoeing through the thoughts of their comrades. But all held on, confident in the fleets ability to break through and deliver the expected reinforcements soon; despite the fact that the sky was lighting up with bright colours as the battle continued to rage and grow above.

Take out that tank! yelled one of the commanding units.

A heavy trooper popped his head out from where he was positioned near the enemy armor, and fired his high explosive missile at the tank. Then he went back down to reload while the troops with him opened up, sending a barage of energy flying at the enemy.


The Republican ships had began holding off the defenders, giving the Taledonian fleet a shot at making a gettaway towards the planet.

Kick in the engines! Get us down there now! Divert energy to the rear shields! yelled Julian.

A mighty roar came as the engines kicked into a run, proppelling the ships quickly away from the rest of the battle. The poor New Gazans would probably think that they were being pursued, but the Taledonians could really care less about them. It was the troops on the ground that they cared about.

The invicible shielding started to appear more rapidly as the rear was hit again and again as the ships started to run, but they held, if only barely. Starting to glow a soft red, then strengthening in darkness, the hulls of the starships hummed as they entered the planets atmosphere. Entering the blue sky, they flew quickly through the air towards the city, taking up a position directly above the city center. Here the destroyer held, while the two frigates took up positions to protect it.

The guns on the destoyer charged up, glowing a bright blue as they prepared to fire. It looked as if the entire bottom of the vessel was glowing in fact. And then all hell was let loose. Giant rays of blue energy started shouting out of the destroyer directly down at the ground. Enough power to level anything in their way. Sure, destroying the main building of the planet wasn't the best idea, but the ships needed a place to set down; and maybe they would be lucky enough to take out the defenders head officials. Shots started hitting the ships as the planetary defences desperatly tried to repel the invaders, but the turbo lasers would make short work of them, and they weren't the main concern.

Prepare the landing troops, have them load the transports and get ready to move out and reinforce our troops in the western front. Ordered Julian in a now relaxed tone.

It will be done, sir.

(ooc: so your giving my guys a ride... right?)

(OOC: Why not.)

OOC: I'm not losing my ions so quickly.

IC:
Fighters

8 interceptors exploded in the enemy’s hail of fire and another 3 were damaged.

'Pull back to the defender screen now.'
'Got it sir.'
'Multi gunners, cover our path.'
'Roger.'

The interceptors pulled back towards the defenders at full speed, mean while the corvettes gave the Arcadian Federation fighters some thing to think about.


HC's

Lead cruiser
'Ion cannon 2 down to 32.67% sir'
'Ion cannon 4's overloading.' (It’s not firing)
'Ion cannon 1 at 198% power! She’s gonna blow soon. (This means that it will go boom soon. And it will be big, but do ALOT of damage while it still works.)

Second cruiser
'Ion 1 15%'
'Ion 2 96.34%'
'Ions 3 and 4 are fine.'

All 7 ions flared into life and 10 mass drivers opened up.

OCC: Just die! Die die die! :)

IC: This time the shields collapsed and didn’t go up on the destroyer. Many breaks and fires on the armor can be seen, while wisps of oxygen leaving ship when quarantining the fires.

The bridge wasn’t lit by the soft light from the view screens, unggoy weren’t rushing about. Sparks adorned the dark place, most screens were smashed or black and white, only two remained viable.

“Ship-master, the core will go critical with at least two more volleys, structural damage will be too much with one, we cannot take another round of this hit-for-hit. Plasma weaponry charged for vengeance, Frigates report the same too. Turbo lasers charged, shields charging.”

This time, the golden ship-master’s armor was bent and torn, many gashes covered his exposed skin, but he continued on despite the pain.

“Cancel that order, divert energy from the shields to engines, bring us to ram those foul dogs, order any remaining crew to abandon ship.”

A klaxon started sounding.

“AI, fire the weaponry one last time and copy yourself to the frigates, make sure these heretics burn in agony.”

Life pods all over began jettison from the dying ship and rocketed towards the planet.

And inside the Fighter’s Vengeance, the ship-master who truly was alone was reciting cantos to himself before his final moments as the destroyer lurched at the enemy vessel quite fast…

OOC: Oh I'll die alright, but go out with a massive bang.

IC: Lead cruiser
'SIR, The destroyer is heading towards us, It's on a ramming course.'
'Turn the bow 45 degrees down, at full burn.'
'But sir they will still hit us on that course.'
'But the enemy will hit us in a stronger part of the ship.'
'Got it sir.'

Second cruiser
'Aim the ion cannons at those frigates now.'
'Yes sir.'

4 ion cannons and 6 mass driver rounds fired at the frigates.
The destroyer’s armaments blasted the lead cruiser with hellish energy and destroyed 1 mass driver and severely damaged the engines.

Bridge of lead cruiser
'Sir, engine 2 is at 497% recommended energy capacity, time to critical 28 seconds.'
'Sound the evacuation klaxon now!'
'Yes sir.'
'Oh and over load the ion canons and fire them at the frigates, on AI fire control for 9 seconds.'

The 4 ion cannons flared into life, the already powerful beams even more powerful than before. Then the cruiser exploded in a massive explosion.

"Sir, the Holy Covenant Forces seem to be having problems with The Ion Weapon ships." The call came across the bridge.

"Intensify Icefire...splash right across, drown them in Flame" The Commander of the Frigates called back.

**Carrier Group**

The ships moved, their bodies dropping through the atmosphere. Heat shields despenced of heat generated by the Atmosphere descent.

"My Lord" a power armoured figure said. "We are ready to let loose, orders?"

"Land us down here" he said, pointing to a position off the map. "Drop me down and lets get moving."

The dropship landed, letting loose its troops, who immidietly let loose with Rifles. Energy dashed across the feild, striking any enemy troops before them.

Second cruseir
'Dam more enemy to deal with. When could we make a hyper jump?'
'3 minutes sir.'
'Ok, jump us behind the Carrier after we gather life boats from the other ship.'
'Yes sir.'

The ion cannons flared into life targeting the Naggeroth ships.

outskirts of the large city, new gaza
the landing complete, Lat'skekka awoke his zerglings and hydras, and set the mutalisks to search the area, the major city was under heavy fire, so that direction was out,he decided, so he waited, and watched through his mutalisks, looking for an enemy worth fighting.
{ooc: feel free to down the Mutas, just watch the corpse, glaive worm bites can be nasty.}

OOC: But what about the overlords! There’s no control! You have too many minions, you require more minerals, no you can’t type in “show me the money”!

IC: The AI watched coldly as the destroyer crumpled against the cruiser and then exploded with massive gouts of blue plasma.

Effectively it was in charge now, that the ship-master had gone to paradise. Combined with it’s superior programming, and the other AI on board, the ship would be piloted more efficiently than with the sangheili commanding.

The ion spike was detected, its path mapped out from previous recording, the split second it was about to fire, half of a particle tank was leaked, pushing the two frigates within grazing distance of the weapon.

Turrets now locked on, they detected sharquoi communication spikes between this point and other parts of the ship. That was them, the bridge.

A new trajectory was planned, anti-armor torpedoes were used this time, they adjusted it so they could go through a hypothetical weak spot in the armor and burst in the command, killing the vermin and crippling the ship.

By now, the support craft had enough time to reach it, guided by the AI, the five demons dropped their entire payload onto the point the torpedo would target. All of this was with a miss-error of 3 cms. The seraphs continued harassing any part of it they could with their turbo lasers, while the drop ships slammed into the centre of the ship in a rough circle, active plasma units burning their way through.

The plasma turrets on the two frigates also were loosed, all ten shots headed for the same point.

The covenant were out for blood and vengeance…

{ooc; they arn't 'normal' zerg, and they arn't really that controlled.(the process used by skeksis on slave races reduces overlords to little more than organic radar sets.) the mutas natural hunting instincts will probably lead them to targets, the hydras and z-lings are in a electronically-induced catatonic state currently. The difference from normal zerg will probably only come out if you use a direct psychic attack against them. (and with an asended skeksis running arouynd, that might not be the wisest corse of action)

(OOC: Grr, I'll give Kalden another day to respond, but if he doesn't, would anyone else be interested in RPing the defenders?)

OOC: I could RP the defenders if you wanted me to.

The Ion Frigates smashed into the sheilds, slapping energy across them. With the combined fire the sheilds on one craft fell, but that was to be a hollow victory, for now they needed to punch through the Hull armour, which was MUCH more resistant to damage then the sheilds.

((Nothing much else to post))