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2060: The Dawning of a New Age

With the Turning of the new Century, The Collective Powers of NASA and the World, had put the first human onto Mars... Many people were jubilant, all through out the world, For the first time... They were United.

As One the world Gazed to the Stars, as it had once done so, So long ago when the Ageing Nasa, A young fledgling Organisation back then, Put the first man on the moon...

Life below continued as normal, Going about peoples business, Continueing their Affairs unknowing and Uncaring...

Humankinds Arrogance lies in its belife that it is all important, that the Galaxy itself revolves around Humankind itself...

Unknown to these Humans, An Ancient Race, as old as the Stars themselves watched with keen eyes, viewing this Race with interest, Watching their Daily routines, without once batting an eyelid to the hussle and bussle, never once caring about the Arguments and Egotistical Beings below...

This "Earth" Was ripe and fruitfull... and even now.... Dark Forces Converged upon this Tiny... Little... Insignificant Blue World....

Humankind was about to get a good Perspective of where it stood in the Universal Order...

This is Their story... The Last Stand of Mankind....

Something had reached out, a bizarre device graven with images of another race, and a location for that race...

The Swarm Moved... Millions of Overlords filled with tens of millions of troops leapt into a warp rift, one that would bear them towards the newest race they had discovered, alongside the mighty Garm Brood went thousands of flyers, Mutalisks, Gaurdians, Devourers, Scourges, and Queens, they wouldn't arrive for days, but unknown to the Humans of Earth, this mustering was occuring almost a week prior to the Mars Expedition...

On the Moon
a new lunar Lander gracefully fell to the surface its crew were CTP cosmonauts selected to make the first steps on the Moon in the name of Call to Power and mankind the mission had been accomplished on the same date as NASA’s Mars landing.

The crew gazed out into the endless void of Space they had landed on the dark side of the Moon communication was impossible if they were going to fall into any trouble it would be hours before anyone would know the commander Franz Hoffman remarked before the contact was lost “we are about to step into the void from which Man has based his darkest fears today we will walk on the primal fears of yesterday for tomorrow is Mankind’s destiny” and as the ship disappeared from view all the operators in the control room could do was pray

Miki Ling stared out into the blackness of space from here weightless hanging position, around her numeroues pipes, conduits and cables snaked their way around the station's corridors where they provided power and the life giving atmosphere that allowed those who inhabited this tiny blip in space to survive.
Miki reached out her hand and touched the cold glass of the porthole and found it difficult to imagine even now that out there a vessel even smaller than the one she currently occupied was circling around an alien world and delivering a select few to that world where no other person had ever been.
A loud alarm and message over the P.A. brought her out of her reverie.

"Scheduled docking prosecdure initiated, DT-3 please report to hanger A. Repeat, scheduled docking prosecdure initiated, DT-3 please report to Hanger-A."

Turning around Miki looked down through another window from the elevated position into the hangar bay below. The technical staff of Docking Team three hurried about as outside a large grey double engined transport slowly but surely approached. Beside her Nyugyen Xuan flicked switches and dials in preperation for the docking.

"Hey Miki stop day dreaming and vent the hangar atmospehere into storage tanks D through P." Miki blinked and then her hands working almost automatically carried out the required procedure. Xuan continued speaking. "I'm engaging the guidance lights. Yuan-86, Yuan-86 do you copy?" A crackling voice retuned over the control centre's headsets.

"This is Yuan-86 we copy and are preparing for docking, initiating turn now."
Xuan's hands danced over his keyboard and flicked yet more swithces.
"Rodger Yuan-86 yuo are cleared to dock, good luck."
Outside the large transport activated manuevering thrusters and performed and manuever that could only be likened to a pirouette. Now traveliing backwards into Hangar-A it slowed to an almost inperceptable crawl before being grabbed by large docking clamps and being pulled into the hangar. The outer doors snapped shut and the procedure was complete.
Miki activated switches on her console and reported in.

"Venting atmosphere into Hangar-A, all systems 100% and pressure is at acceptable levels." The alarm shut off and the outer hatch of Yuan-86 swung open.
Meanwhile Miki looked out of the large porthole once again but this time instead of gazing upon the infinate expanses of space, looked down upon the swirling cloud layeres of earth.
The space station Hanchu-P9 was the third in its class and was a intermediate stop off and refueling point for transports as well as being capable of acting as a staging area for orbital drop troops in times of war.
War however had not happened for a while and at the moment Hanchu-P9 was in geostationary orbit over the Federated Socalist States of Ato-Sara, which covered most of East Asia and Indonesia.

Miki Lang was a lieutenant in Ato-Sara's O-SDF, a brilliant pilot and engineer she had applied for a place on the international mars mission but had been refused because of being pregnant at the time.
Staring down she looked at the curve of the coast line and could almost pick out the tiny spot that was Hong Kong where her baby son and his father lived.
Hong Kong was a massive city spreading out into the South China Sea aboard floating rafts and rigs anchored to the bed. It's huge transit terminal operated regular flights all over the world and into space.

Sighing Miki sat back into the weightlessness and tried to fathom that only one hundred years ago that the first human had not even been in space.

The Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica was displeased. His Space Command was behind schedule on their attempt to put men on Mars, and they were falling dangerously behind their rivals.

"Work faster, damn you!" The Sultan screamed as he knocked various things off the desk of the Space Command leader, whos name was simply Nasser.

"If we fall too far behind, we will lose the nation! Get the ship launched today!"

"Sultan...I do not wish to be the bearer of bad news, but the shuttle will not be ready for another four months. Launching it today would be dis-" said Nasser before he was grabbed at the throat by the angry Sultan.

"I AM THE SPIRIT OF ALLAH! Disobeying me is a sin against your lord! If you will not launch today," the Sultan raised his family scimitar, "I will find someone else to do it."

"But..Sultan.." Nasser managed to eek out before the Sultan gutted him with the scimitar.

"Now that he is over with..Launch the shuttle today or you will face the same fate!" Whyatica yelled at the gaping faces of the other WSC engineers.

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Twelve hours later...
Undisclosed Location, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

"Commander, the shuttle is not ready for the Mars trip, but we've prepped it for launch as best we can. You may get to Mars, and if you do, carry out your mission. If you do not have enough fuel to make it there, turn the ship around and run full burn to Earth and get into orbit. We'll retrieve you there."
the lead engineer on the Mars project said.

"Understood..Did the Sultan really kill Nasser?"

"I'm afraid so. I dare not disobey him, because I like having organs. Good luck, and may Allah smile upon you."

The Commander, thirty engineers and scientists, plus an armed contingent of 15 Elite Jihadis boarded the WSS-01 Sultan space shuttle. The first (and most likely only) of it's class, the WSS-01 was meant to be a one-way trip to Mars, and that was it's only purpose.

As the launch engines fired, the engineers behind the project prayed that they would not face the wrath of the Sultan for failure..

A massive craft Phased out of Hyperspace beyond the orbit of Pluto. This giant ship was 1/4th the mass of Earth's moon, and she began easing foward on her two giant Gravimetric Drive Fins. The Mothership (http://www.invasionid4.com/spaceshipthumb4.jpg) was only the first to reach this solar system looking for resources to strip mine. Other Motherships were located throughout the universe in other solar systems looking for resources.

Terosian Moon Base: Animal Viewing Pods

Dr. Koslowski stood behind a piece of plexiglass 5 centimeters thick. On the other side were several different scientist studying the behavior of several different animals in zero-G. He felt as if this would help with the understanding of animal instincts on Earth. Dr. Koslowski was truely the most excited scientist on the base.

Terosian Moon Base: Marine Barracks

"Alright ladies! You have under one minute to disassemble and reassemble your rifles. If you do not meet these goals you will have to forfeit you evening chow and you will get the privlage of accompaning me on a three mile run around the base!" said Sgt. Epping as he walked up and down the line of 30 marines. Their role on the station was to protect the Terosian scientists and to insure that nothing illegal was going on.
"Ready? Go!"
With that they marines systematically disassembled their rifles as they were told. They did make their goal with three seconds to spare.
"Good. 57 seconds. You did it so well that you get to do it again in the dark. Ready? Go!" With that he started the stop watch.

As the WSS-01 left Earth orbit, the cosmonauts were celebrating. They did not expect the Sultan's ill-concieved plan to launch the shuttle to even launch, much less leave Earth orbit.

The shuttle's commander, Ashkan Ansari, yelled to the celebrating crew in the mess hall, "Hang on tight, boys, it's going to get bumpy!" as he turned on the main thrusters to get them the speed they need.

A deafening roar was heard throughout the vessel as the massive main thrusters powered up and fired. As there is no air resistance in space, the thrusters need only be fired for a few seconds to get them at the speed they need to be. However, when Ashkan punched the button to turn off the thrusters, it did not respond.

He got on the communication panel and said, "Ashkan to engine room. Turn off the main thrusters, we've had a problem, they are not turning off automatically."

The main engineer, Mustafa Zafar responded, "I can't turn them off either, my controls are screwed to hell and I can't get close to the engines!"

"Damn the Sultan! He sent us up here in this pile of crap!" Ashkan exclaimed to nobody in particular.

"Attention all crew..There has been a problem with the main thrusters, they will not stop firing. We will most likely overshoot Mars and end up somewhere in the asteroid belt. We are going to attempt to fire the reverse thrusters after the mains are out of gas and stop us before we get into the belt."

But in this piece of scrap metal the Sultan calls a shuttle, I don't even know if the reverses will fire.. Ashkan thought to himself.

The WSS-01 was stranded, and would not return to Earth or even make it to it's destination...

Negative Space... a Morrass of Real space and Warp Energy, Negative space doesn't actualy exist... a Time and Space occupied only by The Harvesters...

An Ancient Race of Biomechanical Creatures with one sole purpose, The Consuming of Genetic material, The Harvesting of Organs and other Material need to construct their ships and Weapons of War...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenAssaultShip.gif

As it happens a small scouting vessel... A Krakken Scout ship now meandered its way through the generaly Un-inhabited system of SOL...

The Scout ship was always the sign of a Harvester Infestation in a system... it would always scout a location out first... then sending a signal to the Galactic System Harvester and the rest of the fleet...

Quickly the Fleet would arrive... then Chaos, Dispair, Fear, Hatred, Blood Shed and Slaughter would rain down upon every planet, like biblical plagues would the Armies of the Harvesters decend upon the population, killing indiscriminatly, while Living Harvesters would strip the corpses of their Nerve bundles... An Horrific way to die...

Observatory Charlie 2:00 AM

A tired young astronomer glanced at the night sky he had been given the grave shift job to make sure nothing happened whilst the nation slept. It was a boring dreary job but it left time for his hobby of studying Pluto the tiny spec had amazed him all his life but tonight it was going to amaze him further.

Observatory Charlie 2:30 AM

He noticed something strange out of nowhere Pluto’s orbit made a rapid change he rubbed his eyes once then twice it was as if something big had suddenly begun pulling it away he grabbed the phone a dialled as fast as he could this was big news.

CTP central office

The Council had gathered most still in there pyjamas all too drunk from the celebrations of the Moon landing to notice how big the news was “we must announce the findings to the world” proclaimed Professor Trump in a half tired half drunk sentence “NO! we must not surly the Americans know of this as well we cannot afford to be made to look like idiots to the world by some Russian satellite” was what could be made out though Mr Pepsi’s drunken stupor.

Most of the council were either to drunk or too tired to argue with Mr Pepsi he had been right too many times to be argued with so nothing was done at least the plan was to do nothing unless it was confirmed to be just a piece of Rock

[OOC: Kraven, if this is a little early, lemme know, and I'll change it]


IC:
With the WSS-01 on a probable disaster course towards the Sol asteroid belt, the last thing the crew members were paying attention to were the detection panels, which was showing an unknown contact a good ways off of them.

An hour after the main thrusters started burning, the fuel ran dry and they stopped firing. However, the damage was done. The WSS-01 was going to overshoot Mars. They did not want to waste their remaining fuel, as it was entirely possible the reverses could send them careening backwards if they couldn't stop them.

The crew onboard the 01 was debating how they should inform the Sultanate back on Earth. None of the crewmembers had family, as they all volunteered for this mission knowing that they would not return.

The course of action generally agreed upon was to reveal to the Sultanate that Al-Na'ib himself sent them on a doomed mission, and to hope that the people get angry enough to throw the Sultan out. They knew this would not happen, but it would put their souls at peace.

Ashkan got on the radio transmitter, opened a line to Earth, specifically, the Sultanate of Whyatica, and sent this;
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Message from the WSS-01, Mars Expedition

We on the WSS-01 are in a disastrous situation. A mechanical failure onboard the vessel has meant that we will not reach Mars, and indeed, will most likely be crushed to bits in the asteroid belt.

We curse you, Sultan Whyatica, for putting us in a boat that YOU KNEW was not going to be ready for months.

We curse you, Sultan, because you have wasted a brilliant scientific opportunity for your nation.

Ashkan Ansari,
Pilot Commander,
WSS-01

The Small Scout ship continued its journy, using its living mass to create an Energy drive, so what would seem to be one, an ancient race as old as this would be difficult to comprehend....

Even so, the craft continued on its mission, searching for possible places inhabitated by living beings...

However something had caught this intelligent creatures many eyes and sensory glands....

a Small shuttle...

The Krakken Scout ship picked up the Radio transmission sent from the shuttle, using its enhanced psychic abilities, it mentaly followed the radio link back to earth....

then it made itself known to the Shuttle...

"We Are The Harvesters Resistance is Futile"

Zerg by the thousands streamed into the Sol system, Overlords carrying troops made up the bulk of the swarm, but there were quite a few Mutalisks, Devourers and Guardians as well. Their first goal was the larger of Mars' moons, where they would build up a hive, and then, after building a hive, they would bring their plague to the life bearing planets surface, and absorb everything...

SPACECOM HQ, Pharamas Tocrowkia...

SPACECOM was in chaos. They were getting varying reports of large craft heading toward earth, having been detected by their OWP's space. The officials of SPACECOM were debating how to handle the situation, until the Government decided to send a fleet of three small, AI controlled shuttles to meet the ships, and see how the would react...

-Tag-

WSS-01, Sol System

We are the Harvesters..Resistance is Futile....

This message broadcast itself through the minds of every cosmonaut on the WSS-01. After the message, Ashkan got on the PA and said,

"All units arm yourselves! Whatever that was, it couldn't be friendly. Prepare for a hostile boarding!"

The Elite Jihadis on the vessel immediately sprung to attention, and got their StG-77 assault rifles out of the compartments. They prepared fortifications around the outer doors to the WSS-01, and prepared themselves mentally to die for their Sultan.

Ashkan broadcasted a message in general, saying;

"Resistance is futile my ass! Try us! We shall not surrender!"

Little did Ashkan know, those were famous last words..

SPACECOM HQ, Pharamas Tocrowkia...

SPACECOM was in chaos. They were getting varying reports of large craft heading toward earth, having been detected by their OWP's space. The officials of SPACECOM were debating how to handle the situation, until the Government decided to send a fleet of three small, AI controlled shuttles to meet the ships, and see how the would react...

OOC: I assume that means me, so...

IC:

Mutalisks Guardians and Devourers all let fly with various forms of acid, massive balls from the Devourers, small concentrated wads from the Guardians, and ricocheting Glave Wurms that would chew through hulls in moments. Thousands of monstrosities opened fire on the three shuttles.

On the dark side of the Moon

The landing party were about to return to the ship when they heard the transmission "My God now do you see why were not landing on Mars" said Franz Hoffman in a grim voice “lets get back to the ship I suspect allot of people back home wish we were there with them”

A message was sent to the foreign ship

This is CTPSS Pegasus we are currently positioned on the dark side of the lunar surface is there any way we could help you over.

The message went into the void of space only time would tell if they could save there lives

WSS-01, Sol System

We are the Harvesters..Resistance is Futile....

This message broadcast itself through the minds of every cosmonaut on the WSS-01. After the message, Ashkan got on the PA and said,

"All units arm yourselves! Whatever that was, it couldn't be friendly. Prepare for a hostile boarding!"

The Elite Jihadis on the vessel immediately sprung to attention, and got their StG-77 assault rifles out of the compartments. They prepared fortifications around the outer doors to the WSS-01, and prepared themselves mentally to die for their Sultan.

Ashkan broadcasted a message in general, saying;

"Resistance is futile my ass! Try us! We shall not surrender!"

Little did Ashkan know, those were famous last words..


The Scout ship Dove into attack, its Living Torpedoes fired, sending a Squid like projectile hurtling towards the shuttle, The Torpedoe was alive, and was completely sentient, it could control its actions, the weapon had four limbs, with which it would attach itself to a ship, then using its corrosive acid and razor mandilbes, would tear apart a ship, before entering and attacking the crew...

However, in the case of this.... Flimsy design... Explosive decompression was a major factor....

A massive craft Phased out of Hyperspace beyond the orbit of Pluto. This giant ship was 1/4th the mass of Earth's moon, and she began easing foward on her two giant Gravimetric Drive Fins. The Mothership (http://www.invasionid4.com/spaceshipthumb4.jpg) was only the first to reach this solar system looking for resources to strip mine. Other Motherships were located throughout the universe in other solar systems looking for resources.

A group of five Attackers (http://www.invasionid4.com/conceptdrawing21thumb.jpg) launched from the massive Mothership. The ship had picked up an M-class planet orbiting this star. The Attackers would abduct locals for study and conduct covert intelligence gathering to locate the places that would have to be taken out first.

Meanwhile, the Mothership continued slowly foward towards Earth. The Attackers were much faster than the massive craft and could travel in a round-trip before the Mothership could even cover half the distance.

"Commander, there is one unknown contact heading for us at high speed!" said one of the unarmed engineers.

"I'm firing the reverse thrusters now, I'm going to try to avoid it..If we had fuel for the mains left, I'd try an Ivan, but noo, damned Sultan.." said Ashkan.

"Everyone is to put on Space-Suits now, as I am going to depressurize the vessel. Our enemies may require oxygen or pressure, and we need every advantage we can get."

All of the crew proceeded to put on spacesuits, and when they were finished, the ship was slowly depressurized..

The WSS-01's reverse thrusters fired at the right moment, and the living torpedo shot ahead of the ship, however, the crew was unaware of the torpedo's capabilities..

The captain of the Elite Jihad squadron onboard the WSS-01 remembered one last thing - He had to warn Earth about the unknown attackers. He got onto the long-range radio and sent a message as best he could while Ashkan was doing evasive manuvers.

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To: Earth, Sultanate of Whyatica
We are under attack by an unknown race..We are too far out for assistance, but we want the world to be prepared for a possible attack.

Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica, you had best get your affairs in order in case these aliens come after you and your throne..

Captin Ackmed, Elite Jihad Squadron AC-9


[OOC: edit - Forgot to add the warning earth bit.]

4:00 AM

CTP Council now fairly sobered up and awake began to hear increasing reports of many strange "objects" entering the solar system at rapid speed at first this was met with disbelief then outright amazement nothing could prepare them for this but this was happening and the press were banging on the door ready to ask them questions they didn’t know.

“I know at this time the last thing we want to do is cause mass hysteria but I think its time we ready ourselves for the worst outcome…I want martial law to be declared and all units to be put on alert” called Commander of armed forces Dr Tarrant after a long silence a subtle nod from the council put the wheels in motion

"What becomes of are cosmonauts" asked the Minister of the environment

"They are truly alone in this we can only hope they return home in time if anything should happen" grimly answered Minister of Science

The first Mothership had sent out a beacon to others of her kind once the Earth had been detected. They would strip this star system of all its resources and move on to the next as was their want.

Having been cruising through the empty void of space near-by, two additional Motherships were the first to respond. One Phased out of Hyperspace in orbit around Jupiter and the other Phased to Real Space on a forty-five degree verticle and a twenty degree horizontal angle from Mars at a distance of fifty kilometers. The Mothership near Jupiter began to send out craft to strip-mine the moons and siphon off the gasses of the mighty J-class planet itself. The Mothership near Mars headed closer to the red world when she picked up the Harvester craft and the shuttle.

Earth: Terosian Capitol

The president was disturbed by this news of strange objects entering the solar system. He didn't want a panick to break out and he wasn't even sure if these things were friendly.
"General, alert all military stations and send out a general alert. Don't inform the public yet. We don't want a public crisis to ensue."
"Yes, sir."

"Commander, there is one unknown contact heading for us at high speed!" said one of the unarmed engineers.

"I'm firing the reverse thrusters now, I'm going to try to avoid it..If we had fuel for the mains left, I'd try an Ivan, but noo, damned Sultan.." said Ashkan.

"Everyone is to put on Space-Suits now, as I am going to depressurize the vessel. Our enemies may require oxygen or pressure, and we need every advantage we can get."

All of the crew proceeded to put on spacesuits, and when they were finished, the ship was slowly depressurized..

The WSS-01's reverse thrusters fired at the right moment, and the living torpedo shot ahead of the ship, however, the crew was unaware of the torpedo's capabilities..


The Torpedo swung around, Changing its Trajectory to match that of the now reversing shuttle... Its four arms splayed out as it approached with greater Vigor...

Even while this was happening, The Harvester Scout ship approached, Closing in on its prey, Its living Core watching as the Craft helplessly tried to defend itself...

The Craft began powering up its Bioplasma Weaponry and soon would unleash an inferno upon the poor Cosmonaughts inside...

Once it was in range, the Mothership near Mars locked onto all mobile objects with a array of tractor beams and started to real them inside to be studied at lesiure.

OOC: I just tractored the WSS-01 Shuttle, Kraven's scout, and the bio-missile.

The torpedo changed trajectory at a frightening rate, no man-made vessel could have achieved that, and it burst against the side of the WSS-01 and very easily shredded the side wall.

"All units, open fire!" Captain Ackmed ordered his fellow squad members.

15 soldiers armed with StG-77s opened fire on the torpedo that threatened their lives now..They knew they would not survive, but they did not want to lay down and die.

In CTP central office

The council began to receive information that stunned most of them into fear these were no rocks. The enormous "craft" appeared across the solar system many were enormous enough to affect the other planets gravitational pull the press would now be censored hopefully it would buy them some time to think this through

In Orbit of the Moon

The shuttle was now able to pick up the news reports from Earth the crew watched them with horror it was as if they had been forgotten some stations even reported there death.

The torpedo changed trajectory at a frightening rate, no man-made vessel could have achieved that, and it burst against the side of the WSS-01 and very easily shredded the side wall.

"All units, open fire!" Captain Ackmed ordered his fellow squad members.

15 soldiers armed with StG-77s opened fire on the torpedo that threatened their lives now..They knew they would not survive, but they did not want to lay down and die.

The Living Weapon tore into the hull, using its four powerfull arms to pull itself in... instantly it turned, moving with incredible agility, it clung to the walls, using each arm to propell itself along the shuttle...

Its maw snapped and shut, while highly Corrosive acid dripped from its lipless mouth, the liquid bubbled and melted away the floor as it approached the Jihadi...

The Moment they opened fire the creature died, it only had one purpose and that was to tear into the hull of ships and cause as much damage as possible before it was killed...

Its large form dropped to the ground as slowly its life force died...its Arms still twitched and acid still dripped from its maw...

The Captain turned around and cheered, as it was the first victory for the humans in this battle for life.

However, the Captain did not notice the Harvester Scoutship manuvering near the gaping hole the torpedo made..

Once it was in range, the Mothership near Mars locked onto all mobile objects with a array of tractor beams and started to real them inside to be studied at lesiure.

OOC: I just tractored the WSS-01 Shuttle, Kraven's scout, and the bio-missile.

The Mothership's massive Tractor banks pulled their victims towards an opening that had appeared in the side of the massive ship. Meanwhile, she also launched five of her own Attackers towards Earth to aid the five that had been launched from the original Mothership.

The Mothership's massive Tractor banks pulled their victims towards an opening that had appeared in the side of the massive ship. Meanwhile, she also launched five of her own Attackers towards Earth to aid the five that had been launched from the original Mothership.

The Scout ship was being dragged away from its prey, building up the Craft forced a pyschic Reflux traveling up the Tractor beam that would short the controls dragging the ship away from its prey...

Even so the Scout ship launched a second Weapon, a it was like a long sliver of bone, inside a Dreadmire... The Deamonstalker...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/Dreadmire.jpg

The Mothership's massive Tractor banks pulled their victims towards an opening that had appeared in the side of the massive ship. Meanwhile, she also launched five of her own Attackers towards Earth to aid the five that had been launched from the original Mothership.

The crew of the WSS-01 felt a pronounced jerk as the Mothership tractorbeam locked onto their ship and began to pull it in.
"What the hell was that?" a Jihadi squadmember asked.

"I dunno..It couldn't be good, however..." Ackmed responded.

Just as suddenly as the jerking began, it ended as the Scoutship shorted the tractorbeam carrier. The squadron didn't want to waste oxygen on words as they waited to see what happened next.

A soldier stared out the port window [the starboard window was blown out with the torpedo] and saw the Dreadmire approach..

"Captain...Port side! New bogeys approaching!"

CTP military command (In CTP mountains)

The operators detected the alien craft moving quickly towards Earth "what do we do" asked one of the operators to Commander of armed forces Dr Tarrant who had just arrived from the capital "well until they enter are airspace there not our problem but get some fighters in the air encase they trespass on our territory at which time the Pilots will try to force the craft to land"

Near the Moon

The Crew got orders from command to get home asap reports came in that something not human had arrived what was something they weren’t told

The crew of the WSS-01 felt a pronounced jerk as the Mothership tractorbeam locked onto their ship and began to pull it in.
"What the hell was that?" a Jihadi squadmember asked.

"I dunno..It couldn't be good, however..." Ackmed responded.

Just as suddenly as the jerking began, it ended as the Scoutship shorted the tractorbeam carrier. The squadron didn't want to waste oxygen on words as they waited to see what happened next.

A soldier stared out the port window [the starboard window was blown out with the torpedo] and saw the Dreadmire approach..

"Captain...Port side! New bogeys approaching!"

The Carrier Torpedoe lodged itself within the shuttle, Quickly the Dreadmire broke itself free, purple ichor flowing freely as the Beast Stepped out from the broken shell of the casing...

Its massive maw opened emiting a sickening snarl... inside its mouth was a tounge which housed a second mouth, its claws were raised above its head as it flexed its muscular frame, its multiple eyes, like those of a spider veiwed the crew with beastial intelligence....

its Second set of arms were held down by its side, its clawed hands outstreched as it took one step towards its prey....

The Jihadis did not even need the command, they all turned around and let fly a wall of lead towards the newest hostile.

"What are these things?" a squadmember asked rhetorically.

"I have no idea, kill it and ask questions later!" responded another crewmember.

The scientists and engineers, on the other hand, were all in the cargo bay or quarters area, hearing the screeching metal from the torpedo and hearing the gunshots fired terrified them. Six of the braver engineers grabbed .38 pistols and went into the mess to join the Jihadis in holding off the aliens.

Terosian Moon Base:

All personnel were leaving the moon base. They had just recived orders directly from the president to return ASAP. This not only included the marines stationed there but the scientists too. Senior scientists were the first to board the evacuation shuttles followed by other civilians and then finally the marines. Once all Terosians were aboard the shuttles lifted off and started towards Earth.

Near the Moon

The Space Shuttle noticing the open Base on the Moon immediately got the orders to occupy the base "command says we will be safer on lunar surface though I know we all want to get home I think its for the best that we follow orders and set up camp at least until this situation clears up" said the captain.

Though no message was sent to the evacuating ships the Pegasus made no secret of its movements

The first Hive was building on the larger moon of the fourth planet, and now it was time to bring the Swarm to the only living planet of this system. Thousands of Zerg Overlords and Mutalisks descended on the planets primary landmass, in its cold northern section(aka, Siberia) to build their forces and subsume the entire world. They landed in an explosion of fire,similar to a meteor impact. The Zerglings, Hydralisks, Lurkers, and Ultralisks of Garm quickly deployed around the new Hive Colony. There would be a response from the natives, and the Swarm would be ready...

Dr. Koslowski noticed a ship was heading towards the base that they were just leaving. He looked at Sgt. Epping.
"Look. A ship is preparding to dock."
"We have our orders, doctor."
"Shouldn't we at least tell them where the food is?"
Sgt. Epping thought about it for a second. "Ok. I'll send a transmission."

Transmission to unknown shuttle:
This is Sgt. Epping of the Terosian Marines. There is food to last for a month in the mess hall and there are still weapons and extra ammunition in the armory. Good luck.
End Transmission

OOC: I'm going to fluid-time this a bit and make the beginning of this post the first message, and the end of this post is where Kraven and the Jihadi squadron in the WSS-01 are fighting.


Space Command, Fort Nassei, Sultanate of Whyatica


Message from the WSS-01, Mars Expedition

We on the WSS-01 are in a disastrous situation. A mechanical failure onboard the vessel has meant that we will not reach Mars, and indeed, will most likely be crushed to bits in the asteroid belt.

We curse you, Sultan Whyatica, for putting us in a boat that YOU KNEW was not going to be ready for months.

We curse you, Sultan, because you have wasted a brilliant scientific opportunity for your nation.

Ashkan Ansari,
Pilot Commander,
WSS-01


An engineer in the Whyatican Space Command suddenly became very pale as he recieved and listened to this message. He immediately sent it to his superiors, but neglected to send it to the Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica as he did not wish to be "the bearer of bad news".

The new head of the Space Command, Samir Awan, heard the first message and vomited in the trash can. He knew that his head would be put to the sword when the Sultan was informed.

A new message arrived from the WSS-01:

To: Earth, Sultanate of Whyatica
We are under attack by an unknown race..We are too far out for assistance, but we want the world to be prepared for a possible attack.

Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica, you had best get your affairs in order in case these aliens come after you and your throne..

Captin Ackmed, Elite Jihad Squadron AC-9


The Space Command could not hold their cool any longer, and began to panic. The calmest member of the Space Command, however, noticed on his computer screen a HUGE number of contacts screaming towards the Earth, and impacting in Russia. He manuevered his satellite towards them, and began to take pictures that he could send to Aziz Afnan and Abdul Al-Malakk, the ministers of defence and foreign affairs, respectively.

45 Minutes Later..
Undisclosed Location, Fort Nassei, Sultanate of Whyatica
Aziz Afnan looked at the pictures in shock.

"So..Earth is under attack? And our shuttle is doomed?" Afnan said in horror.

"That's the gist of it, sir. Hostiles have landed on Earth in Central Russia. Shall we do anything about it?"

"Well..Send a UAV over that area..Take videos, pictures, whatever. Continue satellite intel, and begin deploying the weapons satellites. If they start to build any fixed installations, do not hesitate to drop the God-Rods on them. We only have a short time before other aliens take out the satellites anyway."

The UAV wasintercepted by 5 Mutalisks miles out from the Hive Cluster, there would be no approach to their domain as the first Hatchery and various dens were grown. Once they had their buildings ready, they would have no need for defense, for they would be on the attack...

Undisclosed Location, Fort Nassei, Whyatica
"Minister, the UAV has been shot down by hostiles. It did however get a picture of the hostile air unit," Samir Awan told Aziz Afnan while showing him the pictures.

"However, satellite intel is still good and we have information that they are building fixed buildings and defenses. We believe this building," Awan pointed to a building, "Is a hatching center for their young, and we believe these others are living areas. If we use the weapons satellites, we should hit the hatchery first."

"Use my authorization code then, drop a God-Rod on the hatchery, and see how these things react.." Aziz Afnan responded, still shaken by the news, but doing better.

"Are we going to tell the Sultan?"

"Not if we can avoid it. Get Al-Malakk in here, we can discuss strategy."

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Earth Orbit
A Whyatican weapons satellite moved into position over the alien infestation zone of Siberia..It was targetting the hatchery center of the aliens. It was dropping a solid tungsten rod on it, to see what sort of damage it would do to these aliens. None of the Whyaticans expected any real damage to be done, but every moment counted in this battle for Humanity...

The massive Tungsten rod slashedthrough the atmosphere, smashing into the Hatchery, nd killingthe Zerglings surrounding it, but the Hatchery survived, it had a massive hole in it, but within hours or days, the Hatchery would have healed itself of all the damage it had just suffered.

NASA MARS BASE 1220 hours Junias mars colony

"This is Hab 1 to rover, Hab 1 to rover come in, over" said alexis the young female communications specialist of the mars expedition said over the radio.

"This is Rover, Come in, over" came a voice over the radio in the newly built mars station.
" Rover you better make it quick, looks like we have quite of a dust storm heading right for us, over" she replied after looking at the readings and images on her laptop computer

"We will be back in aproximately 5 minute hab, whats the eta on the storm?"

"10 minutes rover, we dont want to loose you on our second day on mars" she said with a smile

"yah that would make history, well be back in 4 minutes now"

minutes the rover made its way over the small rocky hill that NASA picked for temporary shelter, providing some of the dust storms. The sun reflected off the rovers metalic skin as it crested the hill. The rover stopped several feet from the small prefabricated series of huts set up temporarly to provide the crew shelter from the unfrergiving elements of the new world of which man has just reached.

the five men from the rover entered the hab through the airlock and were greeted by a beautiful young woman wiht long blond hair pulled back and bright blue eyes and a gleaming smile.
"well boys you made it back just in time, its just starting to get bad" she said greeting them

"where are the marines" one of the men asked

"carmin and luke are in the other hut, but the rest of them went out to test their new toy" she said refering to the new design of combat rover that the junias government wanted them to test. Having two small machine guns and a small missile launcher. Not much for a combat vehicle but noone knew they would even need weapons on the new planet.

"they better get back soon or they will get cought in the dust storm" the captain of the mission johnathan cold said."I dont want to have to go out and save theur asses."

"this is hab to rover 2, i repeat hab to rover 2 come in, over." alexis said over ther radio to the marines in the rover.

"this is rover 2, come in" said one of the marines in the 3 person rover.

"listen rover 2 you better get back soon its getting nasty out there" she replied

"yah well get.......at well ...e back in...." the marine said before the radio was cut off by the interference of the storm.

"come in rover 2, rover 2 come in"she said trying to get them again, only to be replied with static.

Mars - Orbit

A single Attacker swooped out of the opening the Whyatica shuttle and Kraven scout were heading towards. The craft moved into a position where it could view the inside of the shuttle through the whole in the hull. The pilot and navigator were sitting in the two foward 'seats' while the gunner was standing behind them. All three were looking out the front windows trying to catch an early glimpse of the natives of this solar system.

The pulse the Harvestor scout ship shorted out the bank of tractors that had it in their grip. But, when these shorted out, two more banks kicked in. They did not want to let go of their prize and knew they could just keep putting new tractor arrays on the ship each time it shorted one out and eventually it would tire itself out.

Earth - Orbit

The five Attackers that had been launched from the Mothership near Mars began their descent into Earth's atmosphere. The original five had returned to the first Mothership, which was now nearing Neptune's orbit, after they had seen they wouldn't make it in time to meet up with the other five.

The situation could not be ignored, as the war in space became common knowledge worldwide.

The Meso-Nordic Republic, formerly Mexico and Central America, but changed after a series of wars, it drove many of Scandinavian-Norse heritage into exile. Along with the massive migration of the Scandinavian’s came; family fortunes and businesses, intellectuals and progressive thinkers as well as strong political characters. With the melding of the borders and the immigrants, came the construction on three major demographics; Latin for people with no Scandinavian heritage, Meso-Scand for people with 66% or greater Latin heritage, Scand-Ican for Scandinavian majority blood and Scandinavian for the ones with no Latin heritage.

In three generations the emerging economy nation had not only emerged, but thrived. The GDP and standard of living was among the finest European and western nations.

“¡Presidente! Look at these photos.” President Ivan Anders Salatega took the low resolution pictures from the aid. He rubbed his eyes, being the first non Latin President ever and in fact the first candidate Scand-Ican elected to a high office, he was worn out after a hard fought election.

“What are these? Are these pictures of Siberia?” The aid nodded. “¡Menso, why don’t you tell me why I am looking at these. I already know something came and put a huge hole there.” Ivan rubbed his chin and assumed a pensive nature. “But this movement and hole became before the god-rod." Ivan was putting this together, now.

“¡Campos! I want our satellites to get some more pictures of were this,” He looked at the heat in the middle Siberia, this massive edifice of heat in the frozen wastes of Russia.

From above and below the Zerg swarm moved, they had been attacked, buildup could wait...

The Mutalisk aspects moved on the satelites first and foremost, recognising that those were the true danger to the Hive for now, and they unleashed their fury, again. Balls and wads of acid pummeled the Satelites, ensuring their eventual destruction, they did not target satelites that weren't over their terrtitory, not realising that satelites were mobile...

On the ground, the massive Zerg heat signature began to move, thousands of Zerglings streamed from the Hive, followed by Hydralisks, and Ultralisks. The plague was upon these people now. Zerg boiled out of the crater they had created like ants from a kicked over hill, and then they moved west, towards the Hives of this pathetic species, they would burn and feed, and then they would move on, possibly capturing a few subjects for assimilation into the Swarm...

NASA MARS BASE ,Junias mars colony

"sir i cant get the marines on the radio, they should have been here by now"
alexis said with a worried experssion on her face

"keep trying, they have plenty of oxygen to survive days out there" said johnathan cold

"This is Hab to rover 2, Hab to rover 2 come in, over" she tried again only to be answered again by static

"try to contact the Galileo and see if they can get anything from orbit,they might be able to use their telescope to find them" captain cold said

"This is Hab 1 to Galileo, over, This is Hab 1 to orbiting platform Galileo, over" again nothing but static

"looks like were alone down here" said the young brunette marine of about 20
named Carmin.

ORBITTING STATION Galileo, ABOVE MARS:

" This is Galileo to mars hab 1, come in mars hab 1." static came over the radio " sir im not getting anything from hab or the two rovers." said a young technition female on the radio trying to reach the crew on the red planets surface.

"alright well just have to wait untill the dust storm is over"said commander Thomas Theed

"yes sir" she replied " listen hab 1 were going to be passing to the dark side of mars in aproximatly 2 minutes, from there on we will be in radio silence for 5 hours, over"

MARS ROVER 2 Somewhere on the mars surface

"this is mars rover 2 to hab 1 come in, mars rover to hab 1 come in, over"
said one of the three marines in the rover into the radio

" where the hell are we"said another marine

" I dont know where we are, we could be miles away by now, we could have passed the hab completly and are going the opposite way" said the senior marine in the rover. " lets stop here and wait it out"

EARTH Nation of Junias

" MR. President we are recieving numerous reports of what seems to be alien ships landing in several other nations, NASA deep space tracking has picked up several ships already in orbit and several more heading twards earth" said the presidents young adviser as he handed the president several sattelite pictures.

"what the hell is this?" the president replied

" sir those are images of two of the ships in low earth orbit, the other two are of a impact site in the middle of Siberia"

" oh my god, how could have we not have seen this sooner, I am ordering full alert of the entire nation, we are moving to Defcon 1, get General Granger on the phone, were going to launch a attack on these things. I want a meeting with the chiefs of staff in 1 hour"

"Yes sir" the frightened aid said before turning and exiting the room.

Whyatican Space Command, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

"Samir! The satellites are detecting incoming hostiles moving through the atmosphere!" an engineer for the WSC said.

"Scatter the satellites, make sure the intel satellites are safely away before the enemies get to it. Drop as many Godrods as you can find towards the incoming enemies." Samir Awan told the engineer.

"Samir, we have also detected a huge buildup of alien forces moving west from Siberia."

"They are too quick for Godrods..What is the status of the missile satellite?"

"It is almost ready to be launched, we're loading it with Space-Surface missiles now."

"Get it launched ASAP. We need every advantage we can get."

Samir walked back to his office. He very much looked like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, as he is in command of the WSC effort against the aliens.

He picked up the stereotypically red phone, and said "Get me Aziz Afnan."

Twenty Minutes Later...Undisclosed Location, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

"We have obtained these pictures of the aliens on Earth as of now." Samir showed Aziz Afnan the pictures of the moving Swarm.

"We believe they are heading West to the population centers of Russia. We do not have the capability to resist them there, we must fortify here. They will come for us, eventually."

"Send out a general order of mobilization. The Sultan will need to be appraised. Get me Admiral Yazdi and General Vahdat."

Twenty Minutes Later, Command and Control, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

Minister Aziz Afnan sat with Admiral Cyrus Yazdi and General Mohammad Vahdat of the Navy and Army, respectively.

"I want a general order of mobilization on our northeastern and northwestern borders. Fortify the area. Mile forts, trenches, bunkers, the railguns we ordered, bring them all up to the fronts."

"We are also to begin conscription. Any able man over 18 is to enlist immediately."

General Vahdat nodded furiously, as Afnan was his direct superior. He wasn't really informed of the alien threat as of yet.

"Admiral Yazdi, what of the Sultan's Super-Dreadnaught? He's blown far too much money on that stupid thing for it not to be done by now."

"The WSS Na'ib is about 95% completed, it's still in Drydock in the Fort Nassei docks. It'll be ready to leave port in about two months." Admiral Yazdi told Afnan.

"Two months is too late. We need the SD now, Admiral. Get it ready to be launched in a week. I am going to report this to the Sultan, so if I do not return, carry out my orders."

Four Hours Later...Palace of the Sultan, Whyatica, Sultanate of Whyatica
"Aliens..blasphemy! We were created by God and only us! We are the only ones in this universe, Minister!" an angry Sultan Whyatica said.

"But Sultan, these pictures, videos, and radio statements clearly show that we are being.."

"No...Silly minister, this is clearly a plot by the Russians and Americans! They have been plotting to genetically engineer their own soldiers for years now, and it has finally come to fruition..yes.." the Sultan mused to himself

"Sultan, I did not wish to do this, but you have forced my hand." Minister Afnan pushed a button in his pocket, and immediately the Sultan's personal bodyguard squadron of Elite Jihadis entered the room.

"Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica you are being placed under arrest. You will be held in a prison in Fort Nassei until this war is over, if we are around after the war."

"You cannot do this to me, Aziz..I am your friend..You have betrayed me! Guards, shoot this traitor to my government!" The now fearful Sultan ordered his guards.

When they did nothing, he screamed out "Allah shall strike you down for this injustice, Aziz! Mark my words, you will die for betraying me!" as the guards marched off with him.

"...if the aliens don't kill us all first..." Afnan whispered to himself.

Official Message of the Sultanate of Whyatica
Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica has been placed under arrest for suspicion of mental instability, and frankly, Sultan Whyatica was the last person we wanted under the command of our armed forces during this crisis.

Minister Aziz Afnan has been placed in the leadership of Whyatica for the time being.

Minister Afnan implores the international community to unite as one and meet the alien threat before it hits the Russian population centers.
As one, we are the victors, but divided we fall.
The forces of the Sultanate have mobilized to defend our borders, but we do not have enough soldiers to go out and help the international community. We ask the nations of Earth to contribute in some way, whether it's monetary or military, we need support.

Minister Aziz Afnan,
Provisional Sultan,
Sultanate of Whyatica

Space
The numerous satellites attempted to get out of the way of the Zerg attack on them, but three of the 10 spy satellites were unlucky enough as to get hit, and the acidic assault fried their systems and they began to fall out of the sky. The weapons satellites fired off countermeasures and most avoided the attack, except for five of the 30 orbiting Earth.

Once the Zerg aerial units were back on Earth, the satellites immediately resumed positions. The weapon-sats were just waiting for the command to drop the rest of their deadly cargo on the Zerg threat..

[OOC: Kraven, waiting on you to respond to my soldiers firing on the Dreadmire]

CTP military command

The commander (now in charge of the whole of CTP under emergency law) pondered the next move the hostile forces were too far to attack with anything but bombers something CTP would need for its own defence so he announced "do nothing Russia is strong enough to defend itself"

"but sir" called an overzealous officer

"but nothing do you not think CTP is not a target to these Alien basterds!".

On the Moon

"We can't just sit here" called one of the crew

"what do you want us to do this is completely out of our hands now all we can do is hope the Aliens don't notice us" responded the captain you could see the anger in his face he wanted nothing more than to grab the shuttle and ram it strait into one of those craft at least then he would fell like he hasn’t failed his country in its time of need

"Señor President! We have an international statement coming from the Middle East about alien invasion. Several more of our satellites have been hit, again they were destroyed while flying over Russia. Presidente Ivan I believe all of this confirms that this most insane of ideas is actually true and that the invasion has begun."

Ivan looked at the photos; discussing and violent maws, right before the satellites were destroyed. "Even though our economy and GDP are envied our military is less then picture perfect..." He sighed as he remembered that he won the election on a low military budget and economy based platform.

"Señor with our GDP we can finance the conscription."

"Wait, wait, do we even know that we will have to deal with these monsters? I want to talk to the current world leaders involved, get me dossiers and diplomatic connections." He didn't want to say it right away but he knew he had to. "Make sure we get our satellites out of harms way. And get a Declaration of Conscription Ready. I only want to sign it if I absolutely must."

"Sí, Ivan. You absolutely will have too."


To All Nations and Alliances of Earth:

The Earth and it's peoples as a whole, have become threatened by an unknown grouping of alien species. Either cooperating or not, they form a significant threat that cannot be ignored by the international community. It seems that military force will be needed as we some nations have already retaliated with force of their own.

In all hopes of survival, I wish that the foremost nations of the world will cooperate to handle this, yet still, unknown threat.

Meso-Nordic President
Ivan Anders Salatega

Ivan wanted his homeland to flourish long after his term and life, but he hated international politics, particularly the UN and its Anti-Mercenary politics, something that almost ruined his family before his grand sires were even conceived.

"Well, it's confirmed. We've got hostiles."

Someone commented as SPACECOM watched the shuttles be destroyed.

"No shit. Move one of our OWP's to their postion, and fill em' with MAC shells."

The commander ordered. Within minutes, a OWP was in postion, and began firing MAC shells at the alien invaders, more of a test then a true assault on the invaders.

Duvin-Capitol of Terosia:

President Hugo was sitting behind his large oak desk. He had just recieved reports that the aliens had landed in Russia. An aid stood nervously by as General Rimsan outlined the situation.
"Sir, these things have already started a take over of Russian. Satellite images show that they are building some sort of defensive structures and that their numbers are growing rapidly. We must take action to stop them."

"How de we know that they are hostile?"

"We have recieved reports that these things kill any creature that comes in contact with them. As I was saying we need to-"

Before the General could finish his sentence another aid burst into the room. He handed a folder to the President and left the room without saying a word.

"Sir. What is it?"

"Most of our satellites have been destroyed by the invaders. Also we have just recieved a transmission from Whyatica asking to lend assistance against the aliens."

"What are we going to do?"

"Isn't it obvious? We are going to send some help. Give them some troops and tanks, but not too much. We have to keep most of our military back for defense. Also activate all reserve units. I want to be ready for these bastards."

"Yes, sir."

In CTP military command

The commander looked at the message from Ivan Anders Salatega and quickly screwed it up "those fools do they really think the world can provide aid at his hour".

Across CTP a turtle strategy was being initiated and stashes of old rifles and grenades were being given to the population that was now being sent into small mobs to hide from a possible attack

[OOC: this is Whyatica RPing the Russian military response to the Zerg]

Central Command, Moscow, Russia
In a hardened military bunker deep underneath the ground, the highest ranking members of the Russian military were going berserk. Aliens? In Siberia? How could they have allowed this landing to occur?

Message after message of support poured in from the international community, and this gave the Czar Alexander IV [OOC: I like dictatorships, if you can tell] comfort, although none of them appeared to be lending him military aid.

"Generals..You are to mobilize every soldier under your respective commands, and we shall meet the aliens at the city of Chelyabinsk. There are some bunkers there already, but we are to expedite construction of fresh bunkers, trenches, and bring artillery out there. You have as much money as you'll need. Every airforce squadron and every naval ship is under your respective commands. The aliens must be stopped in Russia before they can spread to the rest of the world.."

The High Generals of the Russian army left the CC in order to complete their commands..

Within three days there would be over 250,000 soldiers in Chelyabinsk, ready to fight and die for their Czar, and indeed, for all mankind.

The Czar Aleksander IV sent out a message to the Earth:

Official Message of Russia

We are currently mobilizing nearly three hundred thousand soldiers to meet the oncoming alien threat in the city of Chelyabinsk in central Russia. We will need infantry, and particularly Anti-Air and Artillery support. Any help that can be sent would be appreciated, and that is an understatement.

Czar Aleksander IV

One Day Later
One third of the 310,000 soldiers had made it to Chelyabinsk, and had begin to dig themselves in. Trenches, barbed wire, mines, artillery positions, bunkers, the works were being prepared. No expense was spared in protecting themselves. Every single fighter in the Russian Air Force, outdated or not, was being prepared for this combat. Every tank, whether it ran or not, was being prepared to fire at least one round, for every Zergling killed counted.

And Russia's nuclear option was not on the table as of yet...The Czar wanted to see how well they held at Chelyabinsk before he even considered the nuclear option.

[OOC: I'm sending 310,000 infantry, and a few armored divisions of tanks to Chelyabinsk. The air force has been mobilized..I'm not going to send support under Whyatica. Your turn, Miehm]

The screams and static echoed of the radio network. Miki was staring out or the reinforced glass window, her eyes streaming from the terror of it, but yet she could not bring herself to turn it off.

She had seen it come down, the thing from space had come in streaking fire as it had crashed through the atmosphere and over the horizon. Later the Whyatican God-Rod had positioned itself over ground zero and fired. After that the sateliites had started going down in a ripple like wave from the site, inhabited and automated alike. All was static, screams and sobbing in abject terror. Lanjong P2 was the first Ato-Saran satellite to go down, the screams of the operator as what he descibed as 'them' entered the sation and started killing the inhabitants still echoed in her ears.

The commanders of the O-SDF had not however been idle, planet earth was being attacked and the defence needed to be mounted. Orbital Dropships once used to wage war on those sitting hapless below them now blasted off from military compounds all over Ato-Sara, filled with Jade Guardsmen and O-SDF troopers, they raced towards the remaining satellites.

Upon docking the dropships fell back to earth to ferry yet more defender to the fortresses in space. In the stations themselves soldiers took up positions and readied weaponary.
The missile launchers that had been long disused were loaded and manned, automated weapons satellites ended their dormancy and refocused their weapons into sapce, the mighty railgun mounted on Hanchu P9 was powered up and sighted,
interceptors formed rings round their bases, and all the while the men and women of the O-SDF watched and waited for the unkown menace that would arrive. Unprepared for the true horror that awaited just round the corner.
The ripples were spreading.

Mars - Orbit

The Mothership drew the Kraven scout and the Whyatica shuttle inside. Once through, the massive opening irised shut. The two craft continued to be drawn deeper, ever deeper, into the massive ship. The tractors brought the craft through the very humid interior, and around mighty columns barely visible through the fog. Everything was lit with an eary(sp?) green light.

Earth - Moon Orbit

A ship, five-times the size of the Motherships, Phased to Real Space just above Earth's moon. A Queenship (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/c3ship.gif) had arrived. The giant craft began deep scans of the world below looking to locate all the resources the planet had to offer. Escorting the Queenship was another Mothership, two Overlords (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/Overlord_327x250.jpg) (twice the size of a Mothership), three Lair Ships (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/LairShip_324x248.jpg) (three times the size of a Mothership), and two Life Force (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/Life_Force_354a.jpg) ships (twice the size of a Queenship).

Mars - Orbit

The Mothership drew the Kraven scout and the Whyatica shuttle inside. Once through, the massive opening irised shut. The two craft continued to be drawn deeper, ever deeper, into the massive ship. The tractors brought the craft through the very humid interior, and around mighty columns barely visible through the fog. Everything was lit with an eary(sp?) green light.

Earth - Moon Orbit

A ship, five-times the size of the Motherships, Phased to Real Space just above Earth's moon. A Queenship (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/c3ship.gif) had arrived. The giant craft began deep scans of the world below looking to locate all the resources the planet had to offer. Escorting the Queenship was another Mothership, two Overlords (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/Overlord_327x250.jpg) (twice the size of a Mothership), three Lair Ships (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/LairShip_324x248.jpg) (three times the size of a Mothership), and two Life Force (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/Life_Force_354a.jpg) ships (twice the size of a Queenship).

Space, WSS-01

While the Jihadi squadron were engaged in mortal combat with the Dreadmire, [P.S. Kraven! Your turn!] they didn't notice the Mothership drawing them into it's maw until it was too late..
A scientist who was too cowardly to join the fight in the mess hall looked outside his window, and saw the eery green light of the Mothership. He tapped a fellow engineer on his shoulder and said,
"We're somewhere else now..They appear to be a different race.."

The other man said "Do you have your camera still? If we can take some pictures of these, it might help the men on Earth.."

The first scientist then grabbed his camera out of his storage locker, and started taking pictures of what he could see through the window..If he could send them to Earth, nobody knew. Perhaps if the Jihadis and the other men killed the Dreadmire currently threatening them, they might get a chance..

Space Command, Fort Nassei, Whyatica
The rushing engineers of the Space Command had finally finished their Orbital Railgun, a massive weapon with which they could fight oncoming vessels and hopefully slow them down, and while they were at it do some damage to the currently landed forces.

As they prepped their last three orbital shuttles, they prayed they would not get shot down in the atmosphere by more hostiles..

One of the Overlords that had come with the Queenship moved into position over the Zerg landing site at a position half-way between the Earth and the moon's orbit. The ship began deep scans of these non-native life-forms to see if they would pose a threat to the eventual stripping of the entire system of any and all resources.

[OOC: this is Whyatica RPing the Russian military response to the Zerg]

Central Command, Moscow, Russia
In a hardened military bunker deep underneath the ground, the highest ranking members of the Russian military were going berserk. Aliens? In Siberia? How could they have allowed this landing to occur?

Message after message of support poured in from the international community, and this gave the Czar Alexander IV [OOC: I like dictatorships, if you can tell] comfort, although none of them appeared to be lending him military aid.

"Generals..You are to mobilize every soldier under your respective commands, and we shall meet the aliens at the city of Chelyabinsk. There are some bunkers there already, but we are to expedite construction of fresh bunkers, trenches, and bring artillery out there. You have as much money as you'll need. Every airforce squadron and every naval ship is under your respective commands. The aliens must be stopped in Russia before they can spread to the rest of the world.."

The High Generals of the Russian army left the CC in order to complete their commands..

Within three days there would be over 250,000 soldiers in Chelyabinsk, ready to fight and die for their Czar, and indeed, for all mankind.

The Czar Aleksander IV sent out a message to the Earth:

Official Message of Russia

We are currently mobilizing nearly three hundred thousand soldiers to meet the oncoming alien threat in the city of Chelyabinsk in central Russia. We will need infantry, and particularly Anti-Air and Artillery support. Any help that can be sent would be appreciated, and that is an understatement.

Czar Aleksander IV

One Day Later
One third of the 310,000 soldiers had made it to Chelyabinsk, and had begin to dig themselves in. Trenches, barbed wire, mines, artillery positions, bunkers, the works were being prepared. No expense was spared in protecting themselves. Every single fighter in the Russian Air Force, outdated or not, was being prepared for this combat. Every tank, whether it ran or not, was being prepared to fire at least one round, for every Zergling killed counted.

And Russia's nuclear option was not on the table as of yet...The Czar wanted to see how well they held at Chelyabinsk before he even considered the nuclear option.

[OOC: I'm sending 310,000 infantry, and a few armored divisions of tanks to Chelyabinsk. The air force has been mobilized..I'm not going to send support under Whyatica. Your turn, Miehm]


The Zerg moved swiftly and directly, not stopping for rest or food.

The brood was massive by this time, 60,000 strong, outnumbered surely, but stronger and faster than the weak fleshy species of this planet. They had more shock troops as well, Zerglings made up the bulk of the ground army, followed by Hydralisks, and the last 1,000 Ultralisks moved in the center of the frontline. They had encountered bands of these weaklings before this larg hive, and they had slaughtered them easily. Now they would test themselves against the warriors of this race, and they would be victorius.

They broke the horizon at dawn.

Lunar Base

"look at the size of those ships" muttered the Captain

"Sir the pull of those ships its...its affecting the Lunar orbit" called the young cosmonaut Alex Gregonov

"my God...alright crew we know these guys are hostile and we know that if we don't do anything the Moons gonna fall out of the sky any suggestions?"

"well" called Alex "I think we should gather what weapons we can before making a suicide run into the ship they seem to be escorting"

"you would have us killed making a kamikaze into something that big do you honestly think we will take it out!" interrupted the commander

"well sir if we pull out before impact we may survive there we can try to enter the ship and cause as much chaos as possible"

"well it may be crazy but it beats sitting here waiting to die I suppose...alright everyone find what weapons you can and get back on the ship lets hope we can make a difference at least in the eyes of the world”

Chelyabinsk, Russia

A scout in a newly-constructed scout tower saw a huge mass moving over the horizon, and quickly called his superior officer.

"Commander! Alien army approaching!"

The words Alien army approaching had a profound impact on this commander, as he knew that he would be in charge of halting the alien advance through Earth.

"Begin artillery bombardment. All 105mm artillery are to open fire, and the men are to get themselves entrenched. Get the First Air Wing ready to be deployed."

The chattering of the soldiers immediately ceased as these orders were broadcast through their radios. 157,000 Russian soldiers got into their trenches, their bunkers, into their tanks, manned their artillery stations, loaded their rifles, all in a possibly futile attempt to stop an alien race.

There was a deathly silence as every soldier was quickly entrenched, the trenches ran for a mile and a half, and there were multiple lines..
They were expecting another 150,000 reinforcements to arrive in two days..
The question was..could they hold out for two days?

The first shots fired in Anger of the Zerg-Terran war were at Chelyabinsk, Russia, as a number of 105mm artillery guns opened fire on the oncoming Zerg Swarm..

Several red beams lanced foward and came together in front of the Queenship's bow. Another beam lanced out from the nose of the ship pulling all the gathered energy with it at the moon. The first strike would cause the entire moon to shake violently. Ten seconds later, the particle pulse came slamming into the moon. This strike was coldly calculated to shatter the moon into just enough pieces, that would stay in orbit around Earth, to enhace resource extraction.

OOC: Think the anti-city weapon from the movie, only red and more powerful.

Ivan saw that the international response was near nill. Unless it was military orented, cooperation between the nations of Earth could be easily counted out.

Vehicle production factories were refitted for tanks, new artillery factories would boost the construction and contracting sector of the economy and the docks of Baja would work three fold to produce ships. Even if The MSR's army was small there was one aspect of war in wich it did exell, accuracy, most particulerly AA weapons and the manufacture of them.

Early in the absorbsion of the C.A. nations, AA proved most valuble as the anti-enemy weapon. The high velocoty shells fireed could destroy tanks and planes and on level fields masacered enemy armies at long distance. Attached to chasis, it became more mobile and effective.

*****

The moon glowed, shivered and fissures apeared. MS Space Administration provided the chilling photos to President Ivan. "Then there is no course but war. Please get me the media so I can tell the nation about the consciption."

Several Hours Later:

"Hello to all residents and citizens of The Meso-Scandinavin Republic. Over two days ago satalites came under attack from a distant enemy. Tonight we shall all be able to see the damage they have braught on Earth's only moon; Luna.

"Today and now I tell you that the first Military Draft in since the Anex Wars. All able bodied citizens over 18 and younger then 32 will be eligible, all immigrants; both legal and illegal will be granted full citizenship only if they volunteer into any branch of the armed forces of the Meso-Scand Republic.

"Any questions?" The cameras took photo after photo and the journalist fired questions just as quickly...

Thousands of small robotic drones swarmed upon the debris of the destroyed moon. They started mining every chunk for any and all resources to build more ships and power those ships. Nothing would be wasted.

The whole of the orbital defence grid's radio network went quiet.
The moon seemed to wobble violently and then as if in slow motion flew apart.
No one knew what the ships firing red beams were, but the knew that those same beams turned against aerth would be devastating.

The Ato-Saran satellites had not been attacked yet and it seemed that the ripple effect from ground zero had run out of steam.

Planetside commanders of the Jade Guard and SDF met to discuss the situation. The long meeting came out with one conclusion. The skies of Ato-Sara where safe for now, it was time to take on the enemy on the ground.
G-SDF troops rushed to the northern borders of Ato-Sara, reinforcing forts and outposts. while at hidden S-SDF bunkers huge missiles where prepped for launch.
The command from the president and prime minister was recived and ten thermonuclear hydrogen missiles blasted into the air. Targeted with presicion, nine of the missiles would hit evenly spaced out around the hive of ground zero, while the tenth would impact right in the centre after the others had detonated.

[OOC: Isn't it way early for nukes?]

Space Command, Fort Nassei, Whyatica
"Commander, both satellites have been put into orbit safely."

A heavy missile weapons satellite and an advanced railgun satellite had both been placed into orbit, however, they were staying away from Russia at the moment.

"Satellite intelligence shows the Russian army preparing to engage an alien force, we approximate 160,000 Russians and 60,000 aliens."

Space, Whyatican Orbital Shuttle 001

"Captain...Look at the moon!"

The Captain of the shuttle stared out his window at the moon as a red beam slammed into it and make it shake violently..He screamed at the top of his lungs when the next beam impacted and shattered the moon.

"Get me a line to the Sultanate now."

Official Message from the Orbital Shuttle 001
We have witnessed the moon being destroyed by yet another race of hostile aliens. We are seeking advice from the Space Command as to our next course of action. Both satellites are armed and ready to fire upon command and confirmation.

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20 Minutes Later...
Space Command, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

The Moon destroyed? This day kept on getting better and better for Samir Awan.

"Send out a broadcast to all fishermen currently operating in the Gulf. Tell them that the tides will be changing or stopping and they are to fill their boats until they are overflowing with fish and then to dock at the Fort Nassei ports to unload their cargo. The military shall pay them 200% of their normal pay if they do this. We must also prepare for giant tidal waves on our Persian Gulf Coast. Most of the buildings there are Fort Nassei and are fortified anyway, but in Port Yusuf there are many civilian buildings that are unfortified. At the first sign of a tidal wave get EVERYONE out of there and into the capital or into the Fort." Awan rattled off.

"Oh, can we target space targets with the new satellites?"

"Yes, Commander, however I would advise against it. These aliens don't seem shy about blowing up planets. Pissing them off by using our seemingly pea shooters on them could quite easily make them blow up Earth to save them the trouble."

"If any lunar debris comes near Earth use the missile satellite to blow it to hell. If a small lander craft tries to land use the railgun to try to slow it down. Avoid shooting at the Mothership for now."

Command and Control, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

Minister Aziz Afnan sat in his office directing the defense effort. The news that the Russian army had engaged the Zerg thrilled him to no end, because if the Russians halted the Zerg then they would only have two other aliens to deal with.

Report after report filled his desk, like the entire First Legion had put up shop on the northwestern border, reports that tens of thousands of men volunteered to serve, budget reports, all of the such filled this man's desk.

Minister Afnan forgot one thing, however. The former Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica still had supporters, and the former Sultan would probably use them in an attempt to regain his former power..

[OOC: Isn't it way early for nukes?]

OOC: Well it's not going to work is it? Might as well get the nuking out of the way first. And plus ive probably just revealed the locations of my launch sites to them and so they might come for me now.

OOC: um, I don't think any of the aliens we're fighting are immune to nukes...best wait for Miehm I guess

OOC: um, I don't think any of the aliens we're fighting are immune to nukes...best wait for Miehm I guess

If Mini doesn't like it it won't happen, but I just did it to show how panicked the Ato-Sarans have got. I in no way expect it to do any damage.

And any way they are only small nukes:D .

[OOC: Only small nukes :P alright]

Duvin-Capital of Terosia

The president was not happy. First the Zerg destroy Terosian satellites then land in Russia. Now the moon is gone and there are two new alien races.
"General, are the reserve and guard units ready?"

"No sir. Sir we need to think of a stratagy for if they get past our main defenses. A contingency plan."

"Don't worry, General. I've already authorized the digging of tunnels out in the fields. All militia will hide there and initiate hit and run tactics should Terosia fall to the invaders."

"Militia?"

"Yes. We need all of the military for our defenses."

Chelyabinsk, Russia

A scout in a newly-constructed scout tower saw a huge mass moving over the horizon, and quickly called his superior officer.

"Commander! Alien army approaching!"

The words Alien army approaching had a profound impact on this commander, as he knew that he would be in charge of halting the alien advance through Earth.

"Begin artillery bombardment. All 105mm artillery are to open fire, and the men are to get themselves entrenched. Get the First Air Wing ready to be deployed."

The chattering of the soldiers immediately ceased as these orders were broadcast through their radios. 157,000 Russian soldiers got into their trenches, their bunkers, into their tanks, manned their artillery stations, loaded their rifles, all in a possibly futile attempt to stop an alien race.

There was a deathly silence as every soldier was quickly entrenched, the trenches ran for a mile and a half, and there were multiple lines..
They were expecting another 150,000 reinforcements to arrive in two days..
The question was..could they hold out for two days?

The first shots fired in Anger of the Zerg-Terran war were at Chelyabinsk, Russia, as a number of 105mm artillery guns opened fire on the oncoming Zerg Swarm..

The artillery blew gaps in the Swarm, but they quickly filled, and the Zerglings closed more quickly.

From well in the rear of the formation Guardians began their work, projecting wads of acid towards the bizarre balistic weapons of the thresh. While Mutalisks flew ahead of the swarm, and began to attack the entrenched infantry and armor with their ricocheting spores.

As the Zerglings neared the front lines, the Hydralisks loosed their first volley of Needle Spines, capable of penetrating stone for over half a foot, they would be less effective against the armor of the Russian tanks, but they would do the job adequately enough...

The artillery blew gaps in the Swarm, but they quickly filled, and the Zerglings closed more quickly.

From well in the rear of the formation Guardians began their work, projecting wads of acid towards the bizarre balistic weapons of the thresh. While Mutalisks flew ahead of the swarm, and began to attack the entrenched infantry and armor with their ricocheting spores.

As the Zerglings neared the front lines, the Hydralisks loosed their first volley of Needle Spines, capable of penetrating stone for over half a foot, they would be less effective against the armor of the Russian tanks, but they would do the job adequately enough...

Chelyabinsk, Russia

I just love the smell of gunpowder in the morning.. thought Commander Machko Strelyovich of the First Brigade. He was in charge of the defense of Chelyabinsk until the rest of the army arrived, in roughly two days time.

"All units, open fire!" he commanded through his radio.
Thousands of Russian soldiers opened fire with their assault rifles onto the oncoming Zerg horde, while tanks ranging from ancient T72s to nearly new T90s unloaded their deadly ordinance on the incoming horde. The Guardian assault on the artillery was not unnoticed, as after two 105mm guns broke down, they began to alter their assault towards the back of the Zerg lines..

A hydalisk threw a Needle Spine at a T-90 tank, and it ricocheted off the tank and impaled an unlucky soldier..The T-90 tank targetted the offending mutalisk and opened fire using his machineguns.

Yet another hydralisk threw his weapon at an older tank, a T-72, and the weapon pierced the ancient armor with no trouble at all and removed the face of the unfortunate pilot.

The Russian linemen had high morale - for now. They saw that they vastly outnumbered the alien threat and it gave them hope that they could defeat them here.

As the Zerglings closed in, some men brought out shotguns and began to project a wall of lead towards the oncoming enemy.. Others grabbed combat swords and prepared to engage in a deadly hand-to-hand battle.

The First Air Wing, comprised of sixteen MiG-29 fighters, sixteen older MiG-21s, and 8 "Borrowed" B-52 Stratofortresses flew over the heads of the Zerg threat and began to strafe them..The MiGs were in the sky to prevent Zerg aerial support from downing the bombers, while the B-52s carried napalm, conventional cluster bombs, and other such nasty things to the Zerg..

Chelyabinsk, Russia

I just love the smell of gunpowder in the morning.. thought Commander Machko Strelyovich of the First Brigade. He was in charge of the defense of Chelyabinsk until the rest of the army arrived, in roughly two days time.

"All units, open fire!" he commanded through his radio.
Thousands of Russian soldiers opened fire with their assault rifles onto the oncoming Zerg horde, while tanks ranging from ancient T72s to nearly new T90s unloaded their deadly ordinance on the incoming horde. The Guardian assault on the artillery was not unnoticed, as after two 105mm guns broke down, they began to alter their assault towards the back of the Zerg lines..

A mutalisk threw a Needle Spine at a T-90 tank, and it ricocheted off the tank and impaled an unlucky soldier..The T-90 tank targetted the offending mutalisk and opened fire using his machineguns.

Yet another mutalisk threw his weapon at an older tank, a T-72, and the weapon pierced the ancient armor with no trouble at all and removed the face of the unfortunate pilot.

The Russian linemen had high morale - for now. They saw that they vastly outnumbered the alien threat and it gave them hope that they could defeat them here.

As the Zerglings closed in, some men brought out shotguns and began to project a wall of lead towards the oncoming enemy.. Others grabbed combat swords and prepared to engage in a deadly hand-to-hand battle.

The First Air Wing, comprised of sixteen MiG-29 fighters, sixteen older MiG-21s, and 8 "Borrowed" B-52 Stratofortresses flew over the heads of the Zerg threat and began to strafe them..The MiGs were in the sky to prevent Zerg aerial support from downing the bombers, while the B-52s carried napalm, conventional cluster bombs, and other such nasty things to the Zerg..


OOC: Mutalisks have Glave Wurms, acidic balls or ricocheting unpleasantness, they are also airborne, making MG fire against them iffy at best. Hydralisks have Needle Spines. Reference the images I provided.

IC:

The Zerglings shattered under the fire were disgusting, leaking orghans without name or known function, while the survivors came on in an unstoppable wave. Hundreds were killed or injured by enemy fire, but as soon as wounds were made, the regenerative flesh of the Zerg began to heal...

The enemy flyers were deadly, scorching flesh and shattering bodies, but they came on, a rampaging horde that wouldn't be deterred by simple chemical explosives and fires. Above the swarm Devourers spat massive bals of acid at the bizzare constructs of the natives, knowing that they could defeat anything they encountered given time... The first targeted were not the bombers, since they didn't know the difference between a bomber and a fighter anyway, instead the hundreds of Devourers chose the MiGs as their targets, since they were smaller, they must be easier to kill...

The Hydralisks continued inundating the enemy ranks with Spines, while the Ultralisks and their massive Kaiser Blades worked their way towards the forefront of the zerg line. The Ultralisks were about the size of elephants, and they were much more deadly, for, where an elephant had two simple tusks, the Ultralisk had a pair of massive blades, capable of sweeping through five or six enemies at every strike, and their thick chitin was so strong that most of the bullets targeted againstthem did not even chip it, simply bouncing off to no effect. A .50 caliber rifle or machine gun would have done more damage, but that was just chipping away at armor that was inches thick...

OOC: Mutalisks have Glave Wurms, acidic balls or ricocheting unpleasantness, they are also airborne, making MG fire against them iffy at best. Hydralisks have Needle Spines. Reference the images I provided.

IC:

The Zerglings shattered under the fire were disgusting, leaking orghans without name or known function, while the survivors came on in an unstoppable wave. Hundreds were killed or injured by enemy fire, but as soon as wounds were made, the regenerative flesh of the Zerg began to heal...

The enemy flyers were deadly, scorching flesh and shattering bodies, but they came on, a rampaging horde that wouldn't be deterred by simple chemical explosives and fires. Above the swarm Devourers spat massive bals of acid at the bizzare constructs of the natives, knowing that they could defeat anything they encountered given time... The first targeted were not the bombers, since they didn't know the difference between a bomber and a fighter anyway, instead the hundreds of Devourers chose the MiGs as their targets, since they were smaller, they must be easier to kill...

The Hydralisks continued inundating the enemy ranks with Spines, while the Ultralisks and their massive Kaiser Blades worked their way towards the forefront of the zerg line. The Ultralisks were about the size of elephants, and they were much more deadly, for, where an elephant had two simple tusks, the Ultralisk had a pair of massive blades, capable of sweeping through five or six enemies at every strike, and their thick chitin was so strong that most of the bullets targeted againstthem did not even chip it, simply bouncing off to no effect. A .50 caliber rifle or machine gun would have done more damage, but that was just chipping away at armor that was inches thick...

[OOC: Whoops, sorry. I'll edit my post and get the units correct, then. What do Devourers use as weapons?]

The front-lines were locked in mortal combat with Zerg, and they were slowly being pushed back. Men, after expending their assault-rifle ammunition, grabbed combat swords and engaged the deadly Zerg. Tanks continued to open fire on the oncoming enemy, snipers fired, men died.

The front line trench was almost at the point of retreat when they saw the advancing Ultralisks..Huge, elephant sized creatures, they utterly shattered the morale of the frontline trench. They pulled the pins on their grenades, dropped them behind, and retreated out of their trench to the next one back.

In the skies, three MiG-29s were immediately downed by the Devourers. They switched targets, and began using their MGs and AtA missiles to take down as many as they can before going down themselves.

One pilot, in a MiG-21, took a lethal hit from a Devourer, and managed to change the course of his jet for one of the oncoming Ultralisks..For every one down is another chance at surviving the day for the rest of the men.

The B-52 Stratofortresses were still flying, and continued to drop their ordinance on the oncoming Horde before returning to a base to get more.

A second air-wing was launched, this one of sheer Air Superiority..16 F-22 Raptors, 16 MiG-29s, 16 MiG-21s, and a squadron of Apache Attack Helicopters were coming within an hour to hopefully turn the tide of battle to the Humans..

The High Command authorized launching over 100 cruise missiles, each loaded with conventional explosives towards the Zerg horde, they may be able to knock out a chunk of the army with them..

Still the majority of the 105mm artillery lived, and continued to fire on the Horde..
But the Russians were worried now, as the Frontline was retreating and there were still thousands of Zerg coming..

The people of Meso-Scand Republic watched the ocean creep back, fish and other marine life became stranded and in the ongoing hours began to rot in the sun, fearing tidal waves the population headed inland, only the dock workers building ships were ordered to continue their tasks..

President Ivan's office was flooded with papers and calls from press and various offices in his government. Satellites were no longer flying over Russia; he had no knowledge of the forces being arrayed there.

The draft was successful for the most part, there was lots of national pride and volunteers came in droves. Illegal immigrants were one of the largest demographics and would greatly bolster the ranks of MSR's Army. His nations economical power did not fail him either, the pace was similar to the American revival of WWII, whole war fleets were being built and put to sea in weeks. He would defend his planet and his species with every means possible and available to him, even the darker recesses of his nation's culture.

The Dreadmire took the shots to its chest, barely leaving a scratch, the Creature hissed as acid dropped from its gaping maw... this was a heavily armoured deep infiltration unit, designed to locate enemy strong points, infiltrate, gather information and if possible disrupt supply lines and communications, It also has the ability of active cammoflage, meaning it could blend into the back ground and dissappear out of sight for an indefinate amount of time...

Slowly the Dreadmire approached the Soldiers, reaching out with its clawed hand it reached towards the throat of the first soldier, lifting him off the ground like he was a rag doll, its 3rd Blade arm rose back, its massive muscular arm tensing as it drove the long bone like blade into the chest of the Soldier...

Without pausing to savour the soldiers inevitable death it Continued stalking its next victim....

The soldier spat in the Dreadmire's "face" as the beast shoved a claw through his chest..

"The Sultan shall lead us to victory.." he gasped as the Dreadmire dropped him.

While this was occuring, the other 14 soldiers continued to fire, now concentrating fire at it's head and face.

Meanwhile, 8 scientists grabbed small pistols and went to do what they could against the Dreadmire.

They entered the mess hall to find the entire side wall torn out, and in it's place, a monstrosity. It had underneath it, the torn corpse of a Jihadi squadron member. The scientists filled themselves with whatever bravery remained in them, and charged towards it, firing their guns at it..Every moment counts..

The soldier spat in the Dreadmire's "face" as the beast shoved a claw through his chest..

"The Sultan shall lead us to victory.." he gasped as the Dreadmire dropped him.

While this was occuring, the other 14 soldiers continued to fire, now concentrating fire at it's head and face.

Meanwhile, 8 scientists grabbed small pistols and went to do what they could against the Dreadmire.

They entered the mess hall to find the entire side wall torn out, and in it's place, a monstrosity. It had underneath it, the torn corpse of a Jihadi squadron member. The scientists filled themselves with whatever bravery remained in them, and charged towards it, firing their guns at it..Every moment counts..


The Shots impacted into the beasts head, it was armoured from head to toe, with thick cyitin plates, this was a killing machine, heavily armoured, bred for war, However the Gunfire would eventualy take its toll...

Instantly the creature lept up into the Conduits that run above the Floor way, and quickly moved away to the other end of the ship... Activating its Cammoflauge it blended in perfectly with its surroundings...

There was however a problem, when it moved the active cammoflauge distorted, giving away its position... for now it would wait, it was in the perfect opportunity to Hunt...

This was his game.. and he was going to play it...

As for the Scout ship, it had continued onto earth.. heading away at high speed... Already the Galactic Harvester Fleet was on route and soon the entire forces of The Harvesters would be on their way....

[OOC: This tractor beam thing is a mess..I'm not sure whether I should ignore it too since Kraven did, or whether SeaQuest should edit, or whether nobody should ignore it, bah.]

IC:

The Jihadi squadron advanced across the ship, putting neat little holes into the hull whenever they missed the Dreadmire..However, they were running out of bullets very quickly..

The engineers with pistols aimed slowly and methodically wherever they saw a blur in the wall, but it would not be enough to stop this machine of war..

"Captain, let's push this thing back into the engine room and blow it to hell!" a squadmember said.

Every Jihadi member carried a grenade with him on this trip, since the Whyaticans were not the only ones attempting a Mars expedition, they had to be ready for anything..

The Jihadi squadron continued to push the Dreadmire back further into the bowels of the ship, closer and closer to the engine room..

Greater Hong Kong glistened in the morning sunlight. The people bustling around it's streets and floating platforms that stretched out into the emerald sea knew of the terrible events that were happening, but they were happening elsewhere and so in idiocy of the human condition they continued their daily lives secure in the knowledge that 'it' had not happened to them yet.

Chen Ju was a building surveyor, he worked on the construction of new floating platforms that continued the ongoing expansion of the megapolis. At this precise moment he was using a laser to measure the distance between the platform and a large structure on the mainland. He turned on the emitter and watched the readout. It reported an error, switching the emiiter off Chen checked that the emiter was in alignment with the reflector on the mainland, it wasn't. Quickly he sighted and readjusted it before switching the emitter back on. Another error message flashed on the screen, again taking care to switch off the emitter he checked the alignment, it was off again. After going through the whole process twice more, Chen had the bright idea of keeping the emitter on while he aligned it with the reflector so that he would be able to get a reading. It was after doing this and feeling quite pleased with himself that he realised that there was something blocking out the sun.

The giant wave rolled towards the glisting water borne city at a leisurly pace of two hundred miles an hour, the hundreds of floating platforms were broken free of their moorings and connections to each other and the main land, but other wise were unharmed as they rolled over the top of the huge waves like ships on rough seas. The part of the city that was founded on solid ground however was not so lucky. The wave formed a massive white crest as it thundered between the skyscarapers and down the boulevards and avenues that had moments before been filled with screaming citizens. It washed through the city and over the hills beyond, before crashing down into wide plains. It now formed a huge body of running water, washing away villages and towns in its path as it sought to extend it's reach over yet more 'dry' land.
The flood waters would one day reccede and leave behind much destruction, yet they had also created a vast area of fertile land that would be bountiful for growing crops in millenia to come.
Meanwhile, brought together by the mutual attraction that objects on a body of water have, the remenants of Greater Hong Kong drifted out into the sparkling ocean.

The ripples were spreading.

The military high comannd had decided to take strong and affermative action, the alien invaders that had deystoyed the moon were a direct threat.
So a flotilla of agile interceptors and elongated mobile bombardment platforms gathered out side the perimeter of Hanchu P9. When all was ready they powered up their drives and began to fly towards the looming shapes of the craft that had just torn apart Earth's lone moon.

[OOC: This tractor beam thing is a mess..I'm not sure whether I should ignore it too since Kraven did, or whether SeaQuest should edit, or whether nobody should ignore it, bah.]

IC:

The Jihadi squadron advanced across the ship, putting neat little holes into the hull whenever they missed the Dreadmire..However, they were running out of bullets very quickly..

The engineers with pistols aimed slowly and methodically wherever they saw a blur in the wall, but it would not be enough to stop this machine of war..

"Captain, let's push this thing back into the engine room and blow it to hell!" a squadmember said.

Every Jihadi member carried a grenade with him on this trip, since the Whyaticans were not the only ones attempting a Mars expedition, they had to be ready for anything..

The Jihadi squadron continued to push the Dreadmire back further into the bowels of the ship, closer and closer to the engine room..


The Creature continued along its way, moving with frightening speed, its rear claws had been moved close to its body, making it more sleek and and shaped perfectly to navigate the conduits...

It lept up into the Air vent, its long snaking tail following behind it as it moved away from the Soldiers....

It quickly doubled back on itself, using its heightend senses to navigate through the vents...

Quickly the creature was now following the soldiers as they franticaly planned its destruction while at the same time taking pot shots...

Either it would kill them first, or they would shoot their shuttle to bits and be left adrift in deep space...

[OOC: Whoops, sorry. I'll edit my post and get the units correct, then. What do Devourers use as weapons?]

The front-lines were locked in mortal combat with Zerg, and they were slowly being pushed back. Men, after expending their assault-rifle ammunition, grabbed combat swords and engaged the deadly Zerg. Tanks continued to open fire on the oncoming enemy, snipers fired, men died.

The front line trench was almost at the point of retreat when they saw the advancing Ultralisks..Huge, elephant sized creatures, they utterly shattered the morale of the frontline trench. They pulled the pins on their grenades, dropped them behind, and retreated out of their trench to the next one back.

In the skies, three MiG-29s were immediately downed by the Devourers. They switched targets, and began using their MGs and AtA missiles to take down as many as they can before going down themselves.

One pilot, in a MiG-21, took a lethal hit from a Devourer, and managed to change the course of his jet for one of the oncoming Ultralisks..For every one down is another chance at surviving the day for the rest of the men.

The B-52 Stratofortresses were still flying, and continued to drop their ordinance on the oncoming Horde before returning to a base to get more.

A second air-wing was launched, this one of sheer Air Superiority..16 F-22 Raptors, 16 MiG-29s, 16 MiG-21s, and a squadron of Apache Attack Helicopters were coming within an hour to hopefully turn the tide of battle to the Humans..

The High Command authorized launching over 100 cruise missiles, each loaded with conventional explosives towards the Zerg horde, they may be able to knock out a chunk of the army with them..

Still the majority of the 105mm artillery lived, and continued to fire on the Horde..
But the Russians were worried now, as the Frontline was retreating and there were still thousands of Zerg coming..

OOC: VERY lage balls of acid. Guardians use smaller, more concentrated balls of acid.

IC:

The Zerglings were badly injured by the explosions, but they kept coming, missing limbs and trailing organs, they came on, intothe teeth of the enemy fire, trying to cripple the fleeing soldiers.

The Ultralisk targeted by the falling plane was killed in a wash of exploding jet fuel and shrapnel. The rest forged on, plowing towards the front of the line like Juggernauts.

Dozens of Devourers were killed by the missiles, but hundreds still remained, less hundreds, but hundreds nonetheless. Now they regrouped, awaiting the incoming enemy fighters.

The 100 cruise missiles would meet an interesting development in the Zerg genetic chain, Scourges, tiny, mobile, and fast, they were essentially missiles with no range limit and plasma explosions. They were mostly back at the hive, defending against any incoming air threats, but the 60 that were with the expeditionary force leapt towards the oncoming missiles, detonating in clouds of actiinc fury. The remaining 35 missiles struck home, taking out chunks of the Hydralisks that were giving the Zerglings support.

Fara away, at the Hatchery, the first wave of new breeds was being deployed, some resembled the beasts of the tundra that had been entered into the ravenous swarm, while others were simply reinforcements. All began moving towards the battlefield in the west.

OOC2: Gestation for a zergling is about 2 hours. Larger things have longer gestation times, an Ultralisk takes 8 hours to grow for example...

OOC: You didn't ignore seeing the insides of the Queenship, Whyatica. Kraven is the one that needs to do some editing.

IC: Mars - Orbit - Mothersip - Interior

The Whyatica shuttle and the Kraven scout hovered five-hundred meters over a large circular platform. They were being held in place by a manipulation of the ship's internal artificial gravity fields. Eventually, the Whyatica shuttle was lowered, not too gently, to the platform below. Five armed troops strode up to the breach in the hull and opened it wider with the tentacles of their bio-mechanical suits. They then went inside with weapons (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Weapons/aliengun0te.jpg) at the ready.

Earth - Orbit

The two Life Force ships took up positions over the planet with their bows pointed downwards. One was over the location where the Zerg were combating, and the other was located over Brazil. Two massive yellow-white energy beams lanced down, one from each ship. Their purpose was to suck any biological energy from the area and store that bio-etheric energy in massive storage cells for later processing. The carcasses of the 'dead' wouldn't stay dead. A single Life Force ships, that were unmanned, had visited Earth before, thus creating the origins of the legends of the Undead and Vampires. The 'victims' of the beams would go out and bring more life to the impact site to be drained of their bio-etheric energy.

The Creature continued along its way, moving with frightening speed, its rear claws had been moved close to its body, making it more sleek and and shaped perfectly to navigate the conduits...

It lept up into the Air vent, its long snaking tail following behind it as it moved away from the Soldiers....

It quickly doubled back on itself, using its heightend senses to navigate through the vents...

Quickly the creature was now following the soldiers as they franticaly planned its destruction while at the same time taking pot shots...

Either it would kill them first, or they would shoot their shuttle to bits and be left adrift in deep space...

[OOC: The shuttle is already torn to bits. They can't go anywhere. They're in space suits, and are going to die when the oxygen with them runs out. At best, they have five or six more hours to live, so they aren't particularly concerned with shooting up their ship.]

The soldiers continued to fire through the air vents, attempting to lead this alien into a confined space where they could, in the eternal words of Captain Ackmed, "Blow it to kingdom come."

One of the more frightened scientists, hearing the gunshots and fighting from his quarters, ran out of his quarters, and into the abandoned mess hall. He saw the dead squadmember, and vomited in his suit..

In his panic, he accidentally loosened the seal on his spacesuit and his helmet floated away from him..He was dead 45 seconds later.

[OOC: The shuttle is already torn to bits. They can't go anywhere. They're in space suits, and are going to die when the oxygen with them runs out. At best, they have five or six more hours to live, so they aren't particularly concerned with shooting up their ship.]

The soldiers continued to fire through the air vents, attempting to lead this alien into a confined space where they could, in the eternal words of Captain Ackmed, "Blow it to kingdom come."

One of the more frightened scientists, hearing the gunshots and fighting from his quarters, ran out of his quarters, and into the abandoned mess hall. He saw the dead squadmember, and vomited in his suit..

In his panic, he accidentally loosened the seal on his spacesuit and his helmet floated away from him..He was dead 45 seconds later.


[OOC: i realise that, its just I thought it amusing]

The Creature, now behind them, it had avoided the gun fire always one step ahead of the team using its unearthly senses, its heightened reflexes and speed allowed it to escape into another section of the ship, but now it was behind them.... silently it stalked its victims, using the roof to approach its victims unseen,

Its active cammoflauge blending itself in with the back ground...

It silently watched them, savouring the flavour of their fear...

near the position of the old Moon

The shuttle was lucky escaping the deadly destruction of the Moon but the shockwave and debris had heavily damaged the shuttle nothing was left but a few scraps the rocks had managed to slice though the hull like darts killing all but the captain who was now racked with guilt and shame he sat in his chair and wept as he picked up one of the razor sharp rocks ready to cut his air supply.

"Oh Gods forgive me I have let my crew down, I have ashamed my people I beg you please show me a sign and I will end your shame" he sat and waited for his sign it slowly appeared into view small mining ship he grabbed the rock in sheer rage gritting his teeth "I will slaughter this basterd race I vow upon the Gods I will get my revenge I will kill whatever dare spit on your name....be with me as I have been with you walk in this the final chapter" he sat and waited for the ship to get close enough for him to make a quick jump with his jetpack hopefully he could catch the pilot by surprise.

across CTP

The people swore in rage as the Moon was torn apart in front of them this was an offence to there very religion and everything there people stood for

As the tidal waves resided the nation swarmed out of there tunnels and down mountain sides to fight an alien landing unfortunately today they had not landed only the stench of bodies either from the waves themselves or corpses dragged out of the cemetery filled the air millions had died and the sense in the air was millions more would before this ended.

In CTP Military HQ

The Commander swore and through a violent fit of aggression “when the waves reside prepare the X missile I want that thing to launch into that mothership I want them to suffer as we will suffer they shall learn what happens when the rules of war become ignored and an enemy sneaks into our homes”

Ooc: the X missile is CTP’s only secret Bio-weapon filled with plague it will approach the vessel and hopefully be pulled in before releasing its deadly cargo

OOC: VERY lage balls of acid. Guardians use smaller, more concentrated balls of acid.

IC:

The Zerglings were badly injured by the explosions, but they kept coming, missing limbs and trailing organs, they came on, intothe teeth of the enemy fire, trying to cripple the fleeing soldiers.

The Ultralisk targeted by the falling plane was killed in a wash of exploding jet fuel and shrapnel. The rest forged on, plowing towards the front of the line like Juggernauts.

Dozens of Devourers were killed by the missiles, but hundreds still remained, less hundreds, but hundreds nonetheless. Now they regrouped, awaiting the incoming enemy fighters.

The 100 cruise missiles would meet an interesting development in the Zerg genetic chain, Scourges, tiny, mobile, and fast, they were essentially missiles with no range limit and plasma explosions. They were mostly back at the hive, defending against any incoming air threats, but the 60 that were with the expeditionary force leapt towards the oncoming missiles, detonating in clouds of actiinc fury. The remaining 35 missiles struck home, taking out chunks of the Hydralisks that were giving the Zerglings support.

Fara away, at the Hatchery, the first wave of new breeds was being deployed, some resembled the beasts of the tundra that had been entered into the ravenous swarm, while others were simply reinforcements. All began moving towards the battlefield in the west.

OOC2: Gestation for a zergling is about 2 hours. Larger things have longer gestation times, an Ultralisk takes 8 hours to grow for example...

The bravest of the remaining frontliners continued to carve up Zerglings with their combat swords, however, they were getting fewer in number as they were outgunned and outnumbered, alone in the front-line trench.

Since the Zerg Scourges were downed, the Air Wings in the skies regrouped and formed a massive charge, hundreds of missiles filled the skies, as devourer after devourer fell, however, the Zerg were giving as good as they got, as half of the MiG-21s and a fourth of the MiG-29s deployed fell to enemy fire.

The Tanks and Artillery immediately began concentrating their fire on the mammoth Ultralisks, as if they reached the trenches they would wreak havoc on the defending Russians.

The second-line trenches were formed, and this trench had something far more deadly to Zerglings..Bunkers with .50 cal machineguns that could sweep the enemy clean...
30,000 of the 160,000 initial soldiers had died, and there was a little over a day for the rest of the army to sweep in, bringing victory to the Russian Armies over the invading Zerg..

[OOC: i realise that, its just I thought it amusing]

The Creature, now behind them, it had avoided the gun fire always one step ahead of the team using its unearthly senses, its heightened reflexes and speed allowed it to escape into another section of the ship, but now it was behind them.... silently it stalked its victims, using the roof to approach its victims unseen,

Its active cammoflauge blending itself in with the back ground...

It silently watched them, savouring the flavour of their fear...

The soldiers, no longer hearing the thumping of the alien on the airduct, immediately formed a defensive circle..No man had his back uncovered.

The men began reloading their rifles in a staggered pattern, so that at least one man would always have some ammunition in his rifle. When one man noticed a slight blur in his helmet, he waved it off as his breath, but when the blur slowly got closer to the circle, he said over his radio "Bogey!" and opened fire anew on the hostile alien..They would defeat this alien or die trying, in fact, death was a certainty for these men..

The soldiers, no longer hearing the thumping of the alien on the airduct, immediately formed a defensive circle..No man had his back uncovered.

The men began reloading their rifles in a staggered pattern, so that at least one man would always have some ammunition in his rifle. When one man noticed a slight blur in his helmet, he waved it off as his breath, but when the blur slowly got closer to the circle, he said over his radio "Bogey!" and opened fire anew on the hostile alien..They would defeat this alien or die trying, in fact, death was a certainty for these men..

It Dropped to the Ground, Rounds hammering off its Thick Cyitin plates, one round tore into the Armour, spilling a thick green ichor onto the floor, but still it rose up to full height, its senses alive with the gunfire... its arms out streched it let a blood curdling roar echoe through out the ship...

Quickly it bounded towards the team, using its momentum to smash into the group, immeadiatly as it impacted with the team its large Saber like bone claws swung out slashing as it advanced, while its clawed hands, Drove hard into the chests of the soldiers, the claws reaching for their hearts...

The military recruitment offices was overflowing with people. Everyone across Terosia wanted revenge for the destruction of the moon. Although there wasn't enough time to give the people proper training the, Terosian military were under direct orders to give basic weapons training to all people who signed up. This was in accordence to the new law passed called the Homeland Protection Act. New tunnels were being dug everyday and new bunkers were being built. They were going to be ready when the aliens arrived.

It Dropped to the Ground, Rounds hammering off its Thick Cyitin plates, one round tore into the Armour, spilling a thick green ichor onto the floor, but still it rose up to full height, its senses alive with the gunfire... its arms out streched it let a blood curdling roar echoe through out the ship...

Quickly it bounded towards the team, using its momentum to smash into the group, immeadiatly as it impacted with the team its large Saber like bone claws swung out slashing as it advanced, while its clawed hands, Drove hard into the chests of the soldiers, the claws reaching for their hearts...

The soldiers had drawn blood! As such, they were able to see the location of the Dreadmire with no difficulties now.
The Dreadmire unleashed a roar..It went straight to the hearts of the soldiers..It didn't scare the soldiers, as they were trained to not be afraid of anything, but they became more nervous than ever.

The vicious beast bounded forward and impaled two of the soldiers..The rest of them immediately ran backwards while firing in the general area where they pierced the armor. The front two soldiers drew their combat swords and swung at the oncoming claws. The claws were stopped momentarily, but they didn't expect the swords to hold against the alien's massive claws for very long..

[OOC: There are 12 soldiers remaining fighting the Dreadmire, the scientists with pistols ran for their quarters when the Dreadmire went up the air vent]

The soldiers had drawn blood! As such, they were able to see the location of the Dreadmire with no difficulties now.
The Dreadmire unleashed a roar..It went straight to the hearts of the soldiers..It didn't scare the soldiers, as they were trained to not be afraid of anything, but they became more nervous than ever.

The vicious beast bounded forward and impaled two of the soldiers..The rest of them immediately ran backwards while firing in the general area where they pierced the armor. The front two soldiers drew their combat swords and swung at the oncoming claws. The claws were stopped momentarily, but they didn't expect the swords to hold against the alien's massive claws for very long..

[OOC: There are 12 soldiers remaining fighting the Dreadmire, the scientists with pistols ran for their quarters when the Dreadmire went up the air vent]

The Beast let go its Cammoflauge, revealing itself in all its unholy glory..

Rounds continued to hammer into its frame as it Dragged the Corpses with it, The Still beating heart of one of the soldiers in its Clawed hand...

The Beast Continued, Quickly covering the ground with a few bounds of its unearthly strength, its maw was open dripping acid onto the ground...

The beast was savouring every moment of this battle, its heightened senses picking up the pheremones of the Soldiers, even though they were trained not to be afraid of anything, their Hormones said otherwise...

Lashing out at another soldier with its Claws, the Swords of the soldiers pressed hard against the beast, but its immense strength pushed down upon them, Its clawed hand reached out, grabbing their hand that glasped the sword... crushing their hands with its strength....

The beast did not have eyes, but rather it sensed its prey, Through their heat signature or their Pheremones...

It was the pefect blend of hunter and killer...

The Beast let go its Cammoflauge, revealing itself in all its unholy glory..

Rounds continued to hammer into its frame as it Dragged the Corpses with it, The Still beating heart of one of the soldiers in its Clawed hand...

The Beast Continued, Quickly covering the ground with a few bounds of its unearthly strength, its maw was open dripping acid onto the ground...

The beast was savouring every moment of this battle, its heightened senses picking up the pheremones of the Soldiers, even though they were trained not to be afraid of anything, their Hormones said otherwise...

Lashing out at another soldier with its Claws, the Swords of the soldiers pressed hard against the beast, but its immense strength pushed down upon them, Its clawed hand reached out, grabbing their hand that glasped the sword... crushing their hands with its strength....

The beast did not have eyes, but rather it sensed its prey, Through their heat signature or their Pheremones...

It was the pefect blend of hunter and killer...

As the sword hands of the front two soldiers were crushed, they switched hands and continued to lash against the Dreadmire's armored frame.

The captain of the squadron ordered "All units, fall back to the engine room!"
The two front soldiers remained behind in order to slow down the Dreadmire's advance, and the remaining 10 fell back to the engine room. The engine room had several objects that could be used as fortification, and if all else failed, they could blow up the remaining fuel tanks and take the Dreadmire with them..

As the sword hands of the front two soldiers were crushed, they switched hands and continued to lash against the Dreadmire's armored frame.

The captain of the squadron ordered "All units, fall back to the engine room!"
The two front soldiers remained behind in order to slow down the Dreadmire's advance, and the remaining 10 fell back to the engine room. The engine room had several objects that could be used as fortification, and if all else failed, they could blow up the remaining fuel tanks and take the Dreadmire with them..

The Two soldiers Died Quickly, Painlfull would be an understatement, While one was having his neck Torn from his shoulders by the Strength of the Beast, the other was being impaled by the long Barbed... Hooked... Tail... the end protruding out of his chest as the beast lifted him off the ground....

Now that the Rest of the Soldiers had left it had time to finish its work...

The Space suits of the remaining soldiers were removed, their clothes torn from their bodies, as the Dreadmire continued its handy work...

Carefully using its long blade that was on its clawed hands, it gently cut the skin from the corpses, within minutes the Corpses was skinned, a red naked muscular body that oozed blood from the exposed muscle, Creating a sticky substance the Creature hauled the first corpse off the ground, hanging them from the ceiling like some awfull trophey...

it did this to each of its victims until all those it had first killed were now hanging from the ceiling....

Retreating to the Air Vents it headed after the Scientists...

(OOC: Yes, the Dreadmire is basicaly, Predator, Alien and Tyranid Cross)

The remaining soldiers had set up fortifications in the engine room..They blocked off the air vent as best they could, and made pseudo blockades around the door. They each had three magazines of ammunition, two grenades each, and their combat swords.

They heard the screaming of the front two men, and they debated just blowing the hell out of the ship now.

Their idea was stifled by the Captain, as he wanted to wait for the Dreadmire to enter the engine room before they blew it up..If it meant that the Dreadmire would kill the scientists in their quarters, so be it.

They waited..

Slowly one by one each scientist was killed, their Defense was at best poor, not trained to fight a beast of such power and ferocity...

The Scientists were skinned and hung up like trophies like the soldiers outside...

The Dreadmire savoured the handy work, cocking its head to one side as its senses were excited by the stench of fresh blood....

Now it would wait, using its Active cammoflauge and headed back into the Air Vents, it would work its way towards the Soldiers slowly... but either way...

They would have to come out sooner or later....

Eventualy Claustrophobia would take over, Paranoia would too.... the soldiers would slowly go mental, thinking every little bit of movement could possibly be the Dreadmire...

"Captain, I have an idea.. This shuttle is compartmentalized, right?"

"Yes it is..why?"

"Let's detach the crew quarters and send the alien with it!"

"Can we do that from here? We'd have to bring the backup batteries up.."

A soldier moved over to one of the panels, and turned on a backup battery, after fiddling around for a few seconds.

The lights turned on, and the soldiers felt a disturbing sense of security among them..
The Captain moved over to another computer panel and began punching codes in..The goal was to detach the crew quarter compartment, hopefully with the alien in it..They'd rather die from asphyxiation than face that thing again..

The crew quarters compartment lost it's hold with the rest of the shuttle and began to float away into the depths of space.

That was the last the squadron would hopefully see of the Dreadmire..

There was a brief flash... a blurr entering a now disconnecting Air vent...

As the soldiers watched the Crew comparment slowly dissappear, they hopefully missed the Dreadmire entering the vent just in time...

One this is for sure, the Dreadmire would not give up its hunt so easily...

The soldiers were jubilant, as they believed that their dangerous foe was no longer in their vessel..They thought that they had retaken what was theirs. They let their guard down for a critical moment..

The soldiers were jubilant, as they believed that their dangerous foe was no longer in their vessel..They thought that they had retaken what was theirs. They let their guard down for a critical moment..

There was a crash as the blockage in the air vent was dropped to the ground as the Dreadmire lept across the the Room, Hiding itself in a darkened Corner, using the Crews Jubilation to hide its presence, the creature caluclated that they would belive the falling blockage to have come loose during the disconection sequence...

It watched with a strange alien glee as it was about to finish the Hunt...

There was a loud crash, but only two of the men heard it, and they alerted the other men..

"What the hell was that?"

"I have no idea..It was probably some loose garbage that was let out when the crew compartment fell off."

"You know..There might still have been living people in there.."

"They're better off floating than what that thing could do to them.."

"Sweep the room. Make sure that thing isn't in here. You," he pointed to a soldier, "Take these grenades and put them near the secondary fuel tank. If the dreadmire kills us all, detonate the grenades. If nothing else, we'll take the Dreadmire with us.."

Soldiers with assault rifles at the ready began to very cautiously look around the room for any trace of ichor on the walls, as ichor was the sign of a bleeding Harvester...

There was a loud crash, but only two of the men heard it, and they alerted the other men..

"What the hell was that?"

"I have no idea..It was probably some loose garbage that was let out when the crew compartment fell off."

"You know..There might still have been living people in there.."

"They're better off floating than what that thing could do to them.."

"Sweep the room. Make sure that thing isn't in here. You," he pointed to a soldier, "Take these grenades and put them near the secondary fuel tank. If the dreadmire kills us all, detonate the grenades. If nothing else, we'll take the Dreadmire with us.."

Soldiers with assault rifles at the ready began to very cautiously look around the room for any trace of ichor on the walls, as ichor was the sign of a bleeding Harvester...


The Dreadmire followed the soldier as he moved towards the secondary fuel tanks, the dreadmire used the shadows superbly, moving without moving, his form was low and crouching, using the ceiling to advance towards the solider, while at the same time keeping out of sight..

The Bleeding however had stopped some time ago using its ability to rapidly heal itself through the consumption of Genetic material from its victims.., the only evidence that the thing was here was the specks of blood near the air vent....

Even so the creature continued, stalking its victim with the cool calm sense of a true predator... the master of the hunt and the master of the kill...

[OOC: Last response of the night, Kraven]

The soldier, without properly watching his back, continued to walk towards the secondary fuel tanks, believing that his fellow soldiers had his back.

He got to the tanks, pulled out the grenades his squadmates had given him, and began to tape them to the tank and tie strings to let him pull all the pins at once..

A soldier noticed the slight blurring out of the corner of his eye, and he quietly walked behind the Dreadmire with his combat sword drawn, ready to stab this beast in the back if need be to save his squadmates..

[OOC: Last response of the night, Kraven]

The soldier, without properly watching his back, continued to walk towards the secondary fuel tanks, believing that his fellow soldiers had his back.

He got to the tanks, pulled out the grenades his squadmates had given him, and began to tape them to the tank and tie strings to let him pull all the pins at once..

A soldier noticed the slight blurring out of the corner of his eye, and he quietly walked behind the Dreadmire with his combat sword drawn, ready to stab this beast in the back if need be to save his squadmates..

(OOC: Night)

The Dreadmires tail dropped down, impaling the soldier priming the Grenades, the soldier was imapled from the base of his spine, to his lower jaw, the barbed end protruding from his mouth....

slowly raising the soldier off the ground and savouring this kill...

Its heightened senses had already picked up the soldier already behind him, his pheremones being given off like fire works in his nervous state...

as the creature flicked the Corpse of the trooper off the end of its tail, and immeadiatly lept towards the trooper that was behind him, his long blades drawn back into attack....

As the beast lept its active cammoflauge deactivated, once again revealing this perfect hunter to its prey...

The large flotilla of space born craft entered the moon's debris field, all around them chunks of rock where being broken down by some kind of mining drones.

Captain Xam Ho of the O-SDF looked around at the panorama of destruction from the bridge of his OBP. His anger boiled, the disgusting creatures from space had come here and destoyed what was Earth's. Untold millions died in the mega tsunamis that had devestaed coastal areas.
Now was the time to strike back. Xam grabbed his mike and flicked the on switch, his anger boiled over.
"KILL THEM ALL!! KILL EVERY LAST ONE!" Stunned by the violence of this order for less than a second, this ships of the flotilla leapt into action.
the six OBPs swivled their rail cannons into position and opened fire, interceptors screamed among floating rock as they targeted the drones feasting on the dead carcass of Luna.

(OOC: Night)

The Dreadmires tail dropped down, impaling the soldier priming the Grenades, the soldier was imapled from the base of his spine, to his lower jaw, the barbed end protruding from his mouth....

slowly raising the soldier off the ground and savouring this kill...

Its heightened senses had already picked up the soldier already behind him, his pheremones being given off like fire works in his nervous state...

as the creature flicked the Corpse of the trooper off the end of its tail, and immeadiatly lept towards the trooper that was behind him, his long blades drawn back into attack....

As the beast lept its active cammoflauge deactivated, once again revealing this perfect hunter to its prey...

This soldier was ready for the Dreadmire to turn around at any moment. He was the most skilled swordsman of the group, and indeed, the strongest man in the squadron. He feinted right and slashed at the long blades and yelled "Bogey!" through his radio. One man panicked and ran out of the engine room towards the bridge, 7 more drew their swords and went to join the Dreadmire in combat, and the last man pulled out his assault rifle and put himself in the fortified position.

The last man's job was to survive long enough that if most of the other seven men were killed in combat, he had to shoot the grenades at the fuel tanks as a last resort..They had to blow up the shuttle, and kill the Dreadmire once and for all.

The bravest of the remaining frontliners continued to carve up Zerglings with their combat swords, however, they were getting fewer in number as they were outgunned and outnumbered, alone in the front-line trench.

Since the Zerg Scourges were downed, the Air Wings in the skies regrouped and formed a massive charge, hundreds of missiles filled the skies, as devourer after devourer fell, however, the Zerg were giving as good as they got, as half of the MiG-21s and a fourth of the MiG-29s deployed fell to enemy fire.

The Tanks and Artillery immediately began concentrating their fire on the mammoth Ultralisks, as if they reached the trenches they would wreak havoc on the defending Russians.

The second-line trenches were formed, and this trench had something far more deadly to Zerglings..Bunkers with .50 cal machineguns that could sweep the enemy clean...
30,000 of the 160,000 initial soldiers had died, and there was a little over a day for the rest of the army to sweep in, bringing victory to the Russian Armies over the invading Zerg..

The Scourges were down, but there were still the Devourers to contend with, they wre easily killed by the missiles, but they killed just as quickly with their Acid, and they had the numerical advantage, unlike the forces on the ground. The Guardians continued their bombardment, getting more accurate as they closed the gap between themselves and the enemy positions.

The Zerglings surged over the frontline trenches, killing and crippling as they advanced, brutally taking losses with seeming unconcern. Their only mission was death, and they dealt it out with alacrity.

The tank cannon and artillery shells were brutal on the Ultralisks, but when the enemy removed fire from the rest of the troops, they surged forward, Hydralisks volleyed spines with ruthless efficiency, slithering towards the trenches, to bring their massive claws into play as well...

The .50 cal MGs scythed through the attacking Zerglings like a blade, cutting down any they touched with spouts of gore and foul odors. But there were reinforcements on the way. A small airborne contingent, only 100 strong, but disproprtionately dangerous flew towards the lines. Queens, capable of laying deadly spores in an enemies body, killing them, and simultaneously bringing two new Broodlings into the Swarm at once, which would immediately attack any nearby enemies. The spores were capable of eating through tank armor, making them extremely versatile and deadly...

This soldier was ready for the Dreadmire to turn around at any moment. He was the most skilled swordsman of the group, and indeed, the strongest man in the squadron. He feinted right and slashed at the long blades and yelled "Bogey!" through his radio. One man panicked and ran out of the engine room towards the bridge, 7 more drew their swords and went to join the Dreadmire in combat, and the last man pulled out his assault rifle and put himself in the fortified position.

The last man's job was to survive long enough that if most of the other seven men were killed in combat, he had to shoot the grenades at the fuel tanks as a last resort..They had to blow up the shuttle, and kill the Dreadmire once and for all.

The Creature roared in excitement, acid dripped from its maw as the swords were brought against its long talons, the greater strength of the beast forcing the blade to the ground, while its its clawed hand effortlessly slided into this mans throat, tearing apart his larynx...

Meanwhile the others attacked the Dreadmire, it roared once again, savouring the senses of battle, using its tail it stabbed at one soldier, while its clawed hands slashed at another, then using its long talons drove them into the chest of another....

Three men were down, however, in the excitement, one man had gotten behind the Dreadmire, and grasping his scimitar like a knife, he plunged it into the back of the Dreadmire..

The man who cowardly ran from the combat zone made it to the bridge and tried to send a broadcast to Earth..

Communication from WSS-01

We are being hunted by a creature..
It plays with us, like a cat plays with a mouse prior to eating it...
It's killed the majority of the squad, and the remaining soldiers are still fighting it..
Our radio systems are burnt to hell from the alien attack, so you may not get this message...
This thing is war, pure and simple..It's superior to our soldiers in every way possible, and we can only pray that there are not more of them coming.

Back in the engine room where the combat was going on, the man with the rifle nervously waited for one more man to fall in combat before he unloaded rounds at the grenades and fuel tanks, and hopefully blow up the shuttle, and kill the Dreadmire..

The Scourges were down, but there were still the Devourers to contend with, they wre easily killed by the missiles, but they killed just as quickly with their Acid, and they had the numerical advantage, unlike the forces on the ground. The Guardians continued their bombardment, getting more accurate as they closed the gap between themselves and the enemy positions.

The Zerglings surged over the frontline trenches, killing and crippling as they advanced, brutally taking losses with seeming unconcern. Their only mission was death, and they dealt it out with alacrity.

The tank cannon and artillery shells were brutal on the Ultralisks, but when the enemy removed fire from the rest of the troops, they surged forward, Hydralisks volleyed spines with ruthless efficiency, slithering towards the trenches, to bring their massive claws into play as well...

The .50 cal MGs scythed through the attacking Zerglings like a blade, cutting down any they touched with spouts of gore and foul odors. But there were reinforcements on the way. A small airborne contingent, only 100 strong, but disproprtionately dangerous flew towards the lines. Queens, capable of laying deadly spores in an enemies body, killing them, and simultaneously bringing two new Broodlings into the Swarm at once, which would immediately attack any nearby enemies. The spores were capable of eating through tank armor, making them extremely versatile and deadly...
[OOC: Miehm, roughly how many casualties have you taken so far? The Russians are down to about 125,000 with 150,000 more coming in two days.]

Strelyabinsk, Russia

The battle has been raging for what seems like an eternity to the soldiers stationed at Strelyabinsk, but in reality, twelve hours have passed. Reinforcements should be arriving in roughly 30 hours..More air wings have been deployed to Strelyabinsk, roughly 100 more aircraft are flying in now, to arrive in half an hour.

The Russian air force was beginning to be depleted in planes in this general area, so the first wave of reinforcements was 20mm Flak cannons and SAM batteries to deal with the hundreds of devourerers still dogfighting with the MiGs.

The second line trenches were holding, for now..Many of the deadly Ultralisks had fallen to Russian fire, but there was a far more dangerous foe approaching..Zerg Queens.

"Commander, we have 100 new hostiles coming in at 8 o'clock!" a pilot said over his radio.

The RADAR systems on the planes had detected the Zerg Queens incoming, and they looked far more dangerous than the Devourers.

"All MiG-29s are to disengage the Devourers and engage the Queens! Take down as many as you can!"

The remaining 24 MiG-29s in combat finished off the Devourer they were engaging, and charged towards the Zerg Queens, unloading missiles and 20mm cannon rounds towards their newest foe..


Back on the ground, the Commander recieved some good news..
"The next wave of reinforcements is coming soon! 500 T-90s and 200 more 105mm Howitzers coming in 45 minutes!"

The man had to yell over the sounds of battle, and the sounds of returning B-52 Stratofortresses..They were back, and their orders were to specifically target the Ultralisks and Guardians..Napalm, Dumb bombs, cluster bombs, there was no holding back with these Zerg.

"Order the artillery to open fire on the incoming troops and order the tanks to fire at the ultralisks with the main cannons and use their MGs on Zerglings and Hydralisks!"

29 hours remaining until the reinforcements arrived, carrying death to the Zerg Swarm..

ORBITING SHIP Galileo, ABOVE MARS:

Although crew of the ship Galileo was helpless to the events on earth, as they attempted to contact the crew on the surface of mars, they began detecting the presence of other ships orbiting mars. The junias ship recieved a distress call and set off twards the ship, it began to approach the ship to attempt to provide aid. Fragments of metal and ship parts littered the area it seemed as if a battle that took place. The captain of the ship had the remaining contingent of 10 marines prepare to board the massive ship from which the message came. The marines quickly suited up and prepared their weapons.
The pilot of the ship began to maneuver the ship alongside the huge ship. Looking for any possible entry points.

The captain picked up the radio and tried to contact the distressed ship.

"this is junias vessel Galileo, we are maneuvering alongside you and are preparing to provide aid, we have 10 marines that will board to help in any way possible, over"

"is there a point of entrance that we could use to board?"

EARTH NATION Junias, presidents bunker
somewhere in desert the mountains of junias:

President Ryan Lord had already given the order to activate the nations military and defenses. The satellite defense network of 50 armed satellites was activated and ready to attempt to repel an attack from the darkness of space. The newly created battle station was ready to put up a fight when a attack came. Most of the civilian population had already retreated to the numerous underground bunkers made to protect the civilians. Aircraft carriers at sea prepared to strike anywhere in the world within hours, although they were vulnerable to attack and would not fare well against attack alone They were well protected by the escorts of battleships, cruisers and other ships.

"Sir most of the military is activated, we are still waiting on some reserves to activate, the satellite network has been activated and the fleets are at sea"said one of the president advisers

"thank you, how is the evacuation of the civilians going?" the president asked

" 55% of the civilians have reported to the underground bunkers and we are awaiting many more, the disaster management task force has prepared to handle large casualties and manage the damage" the adviser continued

"Thank you, that will be all" the president said as the adviser

General Granger then walked into the room.

"Mr President, you wanted to see me sir" the general asked as he addressed the president. He was a older general but was the most experienced.

"Yes general, please take a seat"the president replied

General Granger took a seat in one of the red chairs positioned in front of the presidents desk.

"I want you to activate our nuclear silos" the president continued

"Sir, i don't think it would be wise to activate the silos just yet, we should wait until we are prepared to launch to avoid detection from space"the general said

"Very well, we will launch in 12 hours" the president said

OOC: Tokera, my ship is inside SeaQuest's mothership, you can't possibly be sitting next to it

[OOC: Miehm, roughly how many casualties have you taken so far? The Russians are down to about 125,000 with 150,000 more coming in two days.]

Strelyabinsk, Russia

The battle has been raging for what seems like an eternity to the soldiers stationed at Strelyabinsk, but in reality, twelve hours have passed. Reinforcements should be arriving in roughly 30 hours..More air wings have been deployed to Strelyabinsk, roughly 100 more aircraft are flying in now, to arrive in half an hour.

The Russian air force was beginning to be depleted in planes in this general area, so the first wave of reinforcements was 20mm Flak cannons and SAM batteries to deal with the hundreds of devourerers still dogfighting with the MiGs.

The second line trenches were holding, for now..Many of the deadly Ultralisks had fallen to Russian fire, but there was a far more dangerous foe approaching..Zerg Queens.

"Commander, we have 100 new hostiles coming in at 8 o'clock!" a pilot said over his radio.

The RADAR systems on the planes had detected the Zerg Queens incoming, and they looked far more dangerous than the Devourers.

"All MiG-29s are to disengage the Devourers and engage the Queens! Take down as many as you can!"

The remaining 24 MiG-29s in combat finished off the Devourer they were engaging, and charged towards the Zerg Queens, unloading missiles and 20mm cannon rounds towards their newest foe..


Back on the ground, the Commander recieved some good news..
"The next wave of reinforcements is coming soon! 500 T-90s and 200 more 105mm Howitzers coming in 45 minutes!"

The man had to yell over the sounds of battle, and the sounds of returning B-52 Stratofortresses..They were back, and their orders were to specifically target the Ultralisks and Guardians..Napalm, Dumb bombs, cluster bombs, there was no holding back with these Zerg.

"Order the artillery to open fire on the incoming troops and order the tanks to fire at the ultralisks with the main cannons and use their MGs on Zerglings and Hydralisks!"

29 hours remaining until the reinforcements arrived, carrying death to the Zerg Swarm..

OOC: I've lost about 20k so far, mostly since the .50 cals opened up. Suffice it to say that you WILL win this battle, after heavy losses. I didn't expect Garm to be so badly outnumbered... So, prepare to meet Jormungand, numbering at about 45million, that should do for Russia, with the remnants of Garm. The Reinforcements en route from the Hatchery are only Zerglings and Hydralisks, arriving about an hour apart, numbering about 15k total.

IC:

The Scourges from the Hatchery sped towards the fraccas in the sky, abandoning the defense of the swiftly growing Lair, relegating that task to the completed Spore and Sunken colonies. They would arrive soon, but not soon enough to save all the Queens.

The Devoureres didn't let up, their ranks had been decimated by the MiGs, but there were still a few left, enough to harry the enemy as they turned on the effectively defenseless Queens...

The Mutalisks in the air broke off their attacks on the Tanks and Infantry to engage the Bombers, recognising the threat they posed to the Swarm.

Zerglings and Hydralisks were shattered under the renewed barrage, but they forged on, killing and dieing and advancing relentlessy, taking losses to make it to melee.

The Ultralisks were finally in the front line, taking losses and injuries from the tanks still, but they finally brought their massive monomolecular blades to bear against whatever stood in their path, tanks, infantry, bunkers, anything would fall against their deadly blades.

OOC2: OIh yeah, and Guardians are airborne. The air units are as follows: Mutalisk, Mutalisk Gaurdian Aspect, Mutalisk Devourer Aspect, Scourge, Queen, and Overlord.

[OOC: Oh, Guardians are airborne too. Alright..]
[OOC2: I didn't expect Russia to hold out against the entire Garm brood, but okay]
IC:

Strelyabinsk, Russia

The battling was turning towards the Russians..The majority of the enemy air force decimated, and the defenseless Queens being shot down, the only things the Russian Army had to worry about were the huge Ultralisks..

An Ultralisk swung it's mighty blade and caught seven soldiers in one sweep..The Ultralisk gave off a mighty roar, but while it's mouth was open, an opportunistic soldier threw a grenade in..

Another of these beasts stepped on a concrete bunker, and the soldiers inside the bunker felt the concrete fragments hitting their helmets, so they grabbed as much as they could and got out..The next stomp crushed the bunker and a hapless soldier who could not get out in time..

A B-52 Stratofortress, after unloading its cargo, took a hit from a mutalisk spine and began to spin out of control..The next spin sent it in a straight nose dive, and he aimed his plane towards a concentration of Ultralisks and Zerglings and did not eject, for the explosion would be better than being killed by Zerg..

One of the third-line soldiers counted the hours remaining..Twenty-six hours until reinforcements arrived..

Then, a blessing! SAM batteries opened fire on the oncoming hordes of Queens, Devourers, Guardians, and Mutalisks.. There would be little chance of survival for these monsters..

A soldier in a secondline bunker directed his fellow soldiers "Aim for the Ultralisk eyes with sniper rifles! If they're blind, they do as much damage to the Zerg as they do to us!"

As such, men in the bunkers grabbed .50 cal rifles and began to shoot at Ultralisk eyes..

The second line was beginning to weaken under the brute force of the Zerg assault..But they were giving as good as they were getting, as at least one third of the Zerg attack force had been decimated..

Twenty-five hours until Reinforcements..

OOC: Tokera, my ship is inside SeaQuest's mothership, you can't possibly be sitting next to it

OOC:oh sorry, I think I missed that part, Ill edit it.

Inside the Whyatica shuttle

The five 'marines' pushed their way through the hanging skinned corpses. As soldiers, they weren't interested in the dead, they were interested in the living. As soon as the team checked the entire shuttle, the scientists would move in to examine the corpses. As a species, emotions had evolved into 'nothingness', otherwise they wouldn't be able to do what they do to every star system they come across, that is, turn it into a dead wasteland stripped of everything of value.

The five soliders moved foward, each had its two weapons (OOC: One in each main upper arm-like limb) tracking as they advanced deeper into the shuttle. They were tracking the crew through the mental energies each was putting out.

Mars - Orbit - Mothership - Interior

The ejected crew compartment of the shuttle lifted away due to the Newtonian force of the explosive bolts used. Though, before it could even finish the upward arc, it was ensared by an internal tractor bank and lowered back into its original position on the shuttle.

Lunar Debris Field

Each targeted drone was riddled quickly. They were simple constructs not designed for combat, and thus had no shields. However, in response, two dozen Attackers came swarming out of the Queenship with their two pulse weapons blasting.

General Jose Alejandro Del Rosa Bjornholm, or JB, sat across from Ivan Salatege. Old friends they had entered the military academy together, preferring a career in the military, JB excelled and rose in the ranks faster then anyone would except, at 50, he was the top military advisor to Ivan.

"Ivan, we cannot train crack military units, we cannot hope to build a great army, but we have the capacity to make them very deadly, with some help from High Explosive." Humor was shared between them and in such a situation, it was welcomed.

"Right now, we have a big fucking ship hovering over Brazil. I have heard of untold thousands of people dying and that they never saw any invasion force firing a shot. We need to go on a limited offensive stance.

"We need to train our new troops, take our trained ones and try and blow these aliens out of their little space ships and in the whole time make it most efficient. They are in anarchy in Brazil, I can't even get a memo back from their HQ, and most countries are trying to survive independently which is stupid in the first place!

"Offer what ever you need to, offer slaves! We need global cooperation... And at the very least cooperation between all Latin and Meso American nations. What about The Cartels?"

"They will cooperate,” Ivan rubbed his tired sunken eyes. "For a price." His laugh was one made from stress. "On paper they are Mercenaries, but we al know that if we look the other way they can sell all the coca and cannabis they want. Let other nations suits deal with it, it's good for the economy anyways. Turns out they have tanks of their own, every single soldier of theirs is trained and armed to the teeth. Que mierde. Sometimes I wonder how we survived the drug wars..."

President Ryan Lord of Junias sat alone in his dark office with a large flat screen to the side playing different events of the invasion and different statistics. He sat quietly as the images of death and destruction played over and over, images that would haunt any ones dreams for the rest of their lives, if they would survive. Contemplating his strategies of dealing with the threat. He sat motionless as his thoughts raced through his head. He came to a decision to make a preemptive strike on the threat. He would give the order to launch a nuclear attack on one of the ships in space. Also he made the decision to fight alongside other nations, they might actually have a chance if they were united.

He picked up his phone and said "send in general Granger", hanging up the phone, he turned his attention to the laptop on his desk looking at several satellite photos of the battle in Siberia.

The general entered through the two doors at the head of the office. The president told him to sit, the general did so.

"General Granger, I have decided to make the strike at the invaders, at the heart of their attack, they have made an attack on not only the nations of this world, but all of humanity. We will no go without a fight, we will not go hiding in the dark wile our planet fights for survival, we will join the nations that choose to stand as one in hope to overcome this threat" The president ended
" Yes sir, I will have my people contact the other nations and coordinate a attack" The general got up and exited the room.

Lunar Debris Field

Each targeted drone was riddled quickly. They were simple constructs not designed for combat, and thus had no shields. However, in response, two dozen Attackers came swarming out of the Queenship with their two pulse weapons blasting.


Wing commander Ju Ki swerved his interceptor away from a cartwheeling rock as he gunned down the harvester drones, sighting another he was about to fire when his wingman was immolated in a ball of flame. Jinking he came about and ordered the remaning interceptors to lock on and fire missiles at the new attackers.
Meanwhile OPB-4 was hit badly by pulse blast and drifted slowly apart as ruptured ower cables sparked and atmosphere leaked.
The other OPBs resighted their rail guns and began to track the alien ships before opening fire with silent thunder.

A todos los pieses Latininos,
Estamos en un dia mas siriouso del todo la historia del mundo. Nesitamos hacer un parada a estos animales de espacio. Nosotros somos guerros, somos valientes, somos personas del mundo!

To All Nations of Earth,
We face a threat that is most extraordinary. Already these separate alien threats have begun to take; the earth, its nations and armies piece meal! We must stand as one to fight this threat. The Meso-Scand Republic will with any nation shoulder to shoulder with your soldiers and high explosive! Do not cower in the face of this threat and contact My nation so that we can show that earth is not filled with incompetent leadership.

Ivan Salatega

Ivan was hoping that at the very least, the South American continent would contact him. Through the drug cartels, he had connections in Columbia and Venezuela, Ecuador and Bolivia. Brazil and the nations of Europe, and even Commonwealth nations were another question... "If they say silent, they deserve to die.

The first of several Aircraft carriers were being completed. With nuclear cores, they were floating cities of war, ready to defend his nation and attack the vile alien threat.

Wing commander Ju Ki swerved his interceptor away from a cartwheeling rock as he gunned down the harvester drones, sighting another he was about to fire when his wingman was immolated in a ball of flame. Jinking he came about and ordered the remaning interceptors to lock on and fire missiles at the new attackers.
Meanwhile OPB-4 was hit badly by pulse blast and drifted slowly apart as ruptured ower cables sparked and atmosphere leaked.
The other OPBs resighted their rail guns and began to track the alien ships before opening fire with silent thunder.

Each time an Attacker was hit, the kinetic force of the impact sent it twirling. Sometimes, when enough fire was concentrated on a single Attacker, it ended up destroying it. But, each time an Attacker was destroyed, it sprayed the debris at high speed along the same path it was going, due to momentum. Anything caught in this shotgun like blast of debris would have their hulls pierced through and through if they weren't shielded.

Meanwhile, the Mothership that had come in with the Queenship was moving closer to the Earth so she could deploy the thirty City Destroyers docked to her underside.

[OOC: Oh, Guardians are airborne too. Alright..]
[OOC2: I didn't expect Russia to hold out against the entire Garm brood, but okay]
IC:

Strelyabinsk, Russia

The battling was turning towards the Russians..The majority of the enemy air force decimated, and the defenseless Queens being shot down, the only things the Russian Army had to worry about were the huge Ultralisks..

An Ultralisk swung it's mighty blade and caught seven soldiers in one sweep..The Ultralisk gave off a mighty roar, but while it's mouth was open, an opportunistic soldier threw a grenade in..

Another of these beasts stepped on a concrete bunker, and the soldiers inside the bunker felt the concrete fragments hitting their helmets, so they grabbed as much as they could and got out..The next stomp crushed the bunker and a hapless soldier who could not get out in time..

A B-52 Stratofortress, after unloading its cargo, took a hit from a mutalisk spine and began to spin out of control..The next spin sent it in a straight nose dive, and he aimed his plane towards a concentration of Ultralisks and Zerglings and did not eject, for the explosion would be better than being killed by Zerg..

One of the third-line soldiers counted the hours remaining..Twenty-six hours until reinforcements arrived..

Then, a blessing! SAM batteries opened fire on the oncoming hordes of Queens, Devourers, Guardians, and Mutalisks.. There would be little chance of survival for these monsters..

A soldier in a secondline bunker directed his fellow soldiers "Aim for the Ultralisk eyes with sniper rifles! If they're blind, they do as much damage to the Zerg as they do to us!"

As such, men in the bunkers grabbed .50 cal rifles and began to shoot at Ultralisk eyes..

The second line was beginning to weaken under the brute force of the Zerg assault..But they were giving as good as they were getting, as at least one third of the Zerg attack force had been decimated..

Twenty-five hours until Reinforcements..

OOC: This is only a small portion of Garm, the Cerebrate and the rest of the brood are up on Phobos or Deimos, whichever's smaller. They didn't expect resistance to be so heavy, so they'll get backup before they attack again. Also, these are completely basic troops, the other broods can be up to 3 times as tough as standard.

IC:

The Ultralisk seemed to expand comically, then deflate, it took a few more steps, swinging wildly at the surrounding enemies, before it collapsed, torn to pieces from within.


The Queens were shredded, only 1 survived to the enemy lines, but it began spewing its deadly spores left and right, trying to incubate any enemy it saw with Broodlings. The Devourers, Gaurdians, and Mutalisks were also devestated by the enemy barrage, but their heavier carapace gave them an opportunity to respond, and respond they did, the Mutalisks, faster than most fighters, and just as maeuverable, dove for the ground, staying low allowed them to attack enemy troops and avoid the bulk of the SAM fire. The Gaurdians switched their targets from the enemy artillery, to the SAM batteries, since they posed a direct threat to its health, it intended to destroy them first. The Devourers were worst ofvf, they had no way to engage ground targets, and instead blanketed the air in front of them with acid, in an attempt to interdict the missiles targeting both them and the Gaurdians.

The soldiers plan would have worked... If the ultralisks had posessed eyes, instead they had a biological form of IR, and the reciever was the entire wide front of their crests, making it almost impossible to completely destroy their sight entirely. They had indentations where once there had been something similar to eyes, but actual eyes had been modified out of them long ago.

The B-52 crash destroyed a single clutch of units, but the rest of the Swarm kept coming, and long before enemy reinforcements could arrive, the Scourges and other units from the Lair would be there, and they might just swing the tide of battle in their favor.

OOC: This is only a small portion of Garm, the Cerebrate and the rest of the brood are up on Phobos or Deimos, whichever's smaller. They didn't expect resistance to be so heavy, so they'll get backup before they attack again. Also, these are completely basic troops, the other broods can be up to 3 times as tough as standard.

IC:

The Ultralisk seemed to expand comically, then deflate, it took a few more steps, swinging wildly at the surrounding enemies, before it collapsed, torn to pieces from within.


The Queens were shredded, only 1 survived to the enemy lines, but it began spewing its deadly spores left and right, trying to incubate any enemy it saw with Broodlings. The Devourers, Gaurdians, and Mutalisks were also devestated by the enemy barrage, but their heavier carapace gave them an opportunity to respond, and respond they did, the Mutalisks, faster than most fighters, and just as maeuverable, dove for the ground, staying low allowed them to attack enemy troops and avoid the bulk of the SAM fire. The Gaurdians switched their targets from the enemy artillery, to the SAM batteries, since they posed a direct threat to its health, it intended to destroy them first. The Devourers were worst ofvf, they had no way to engage ground targets, and instead blanketed the air in front of them with acid, in an attempt to interdict the missiles targeting both them and the Gaurdians.

The soldiers plan would have worked... If the ultralisks had posessed eyes, instead they had a biological form of IR, and the reciever was the entire wide front of their crests, making it almost impossible to completely destroy their sight entirely. They had indentations where once there had been something similar to eyes, but actual eyes had been modified out of them long ago.

The B-52 crash destroyed a single clutch of units, but the rest of the Swarm kept coming, and long before enemy reinforcements could arrive, the Scourges and other units from the Lair would be there, and they might just swing the tide of battle in their favor.

Strelyabinsk, Russia
Twenty-three hours until reinforcements..
Now that the majority of the Queen threat was gone, the remaining fighters changed targets to the Zerg Guardians which were assaulting the SAM batteries.

The soldiers cheered when the mighty Ultralisk collapsed to a simple man-made thing like a grenade..It showed Man's superiority to the Zerg to them. Their morale went sky-high until the single remaining Queen made it to the front..The spores flew left and right, and the men directly underneath got their gas masks on, but one man was unlucky enough to breathe a spore..He didn't want to find out the effects to him first, hand, so he pulled the pin on all of his grenades, hopped out of the trench with rifle blazing, and charged towards a concentration of Zerglings..

The offending Queen was targetted by SAM batteries and missiles flew towards the Queen that killed their comrade..
Zerg Guardians began to engage SAM batteries with their acidic assault, and the SAM batteries opened fire on the Guardians in retaliation, however, many batteries had been lost already, over a third were out of ammunition or crippled by the acid assault..

The Mutalisks dove to avoid SAM fire, but doing so put them in direct range of the soldiers and their assault rifles and .50 caliber machine guns..
Zerglings continued to flood the trenches, not caring about their own lives as long as they took a human with them..
Twenty-two hours until reinforcements..

Military Command, Moscow, Russia
"Satellite intelligence shows that the majority of the Hive has left for Strelyabinsk..Now would be a perfect time for a saturation strike..Fighters, bombers, missiles, now would be a perfect time to cripple the Hive."

The other men in the room agreed with this assessment, and another man had something to add.

"Nations friendly to us have orbital artillery they can use..Perhaps we ask them to soften up the enemy defences prior to our air strike."

"Yes..I agree with this one. The bulk of the Zerg assault force is assaulting Strelyabinsk, so we arm the rest of the active Air Force to attack the Hive.."

"The active planes currently number 2,255..Mostly air superiority fighters, but we can equip those with AtSMs..Are you sure you want to risk the entire air force on this operation?"

"Whatever losses we take will be nothing compared to the losses the Zerg will take..This will be worth it."

"Yes, sir."

Across the nation, Russian pilots and their crews prepared hundreds of planes to make a huge raid on the Zerg force..And a message was sent to the international community.

Official Message of the Russian Federation

We are preparing a massive aerial raid on the Zerg base in Siberia. We have prepared over 2,000 planes for this mission, and are preparing to launch a barrage of cruise missiles to soften the area. However, this will not be enough. We know that several nations have military satellites in space, and we ask that any nation with weapon satellites in space bombard strategic targets in the Zerg occupied area.

Czar Alexander IV

Strelyabinsk, Russia
Twenty-three hours until reinforcements..
Now that the majority of the Queen threat was gone, the remaining fighters changed targets to the Zerg Guardians which were assaulting the SAM batteries.

The soldiers cheered when the mighty Ultralisk collapsed to a simple man-made thing like a grenade..It showed Man's superiority to the Zerg to them. Their morale went sky-high until the single remaining Queen made it to the front..The spores flew left and right, and the men directly underneath got their gas masks on, but one man was unlucky enough to breathe a spore..He didn't want to find out the effects to him first, hand, so he pulled the pin on all of his grenades, hopped out of the trench with rifle blazing, and charged towards a concentration of Zerglings..

The offending Queen was targetted by SAM batteries and missiles flew towards the Queen that killed their comrade..
Zerg Guardians began to engage SAM batteries with their acidic assault, and the SAM batteries opened fire on the Guardians in retaliation, however, many batteries had been lost already, over a third were out of ammunition or crippled by the acid assault..

The Mutalisks dove to avoid SAM fire, but doing so put them in direct range of the soldiers and their assault rifles and .50 caliber machine guns..
Zerglings continued to flood the trenches, not caring about their own lives as long as they took a human with them..
Twenty-two hours until reinforcements..


The Devourers did their best to destroy the attacking fighters, but they couldn't stop both fighters and SAM attacks, and eventually they wre all that remained in the sky, protected by a veritable wall of acid, they were unable to flee, or attack.

The soldier gunned down a pair of Zerglings, and then, before he could do anything to stop it, the Broodlings hatched, a pair of small swiftly growing parasites that destroyed their host, and attacked anything nearby that was not of the swarm. The Grenades detonated a full two seconds after the Broodlings had hatched, and they were far away by that time, attacking the trench he had emerged from.

The Queen flew apart in a welter of gore and Broodlings, which rained to the earth like tiny bombs, there were only 20 of them, but they were terrifying in the extreme due to the acid they spit at close range.

The Mutalisks soaked up the enemy assault rifle fire as though it wasn't happening, but the machine guns were enough to tear through their bodies in places, and a few tumbled from the sky. They unleashed their vengeance on the offending humans, sending Glave Wurms down to bounce among the tightly packed troops in the trenches, eating away at their flesh like a plague. The Zerglings, Hydralisks, and Ultralisks were still the main driving force behind the advance, now Hydralisks were coming on the front lines, and their broad bony crests were spattered in gore as they fired spines and used their massive scythe-like claws to destroy the infantry that opposed them.

The Ultralisks were badly battered, but they kept advancing, plying their blades with alacrity as they rampaged through the enemy troops.

OOC: You know, most people would have used anti-tank weapons on the Ultralisks by now...

The Devourers did their best to destroy the attacking fighters, but they couldn't stop both fighters and SAM attacks, and eventually they wre all that remained in the sky, protected by a veritable wall of acid, they were unable to flee, or attack.

The soldier gunned down a pair of Zerglings, and then, before he could do anything to stop it, the Broodlings hatched, a pair of small swiftly growing parasites that destroyed their host, and attacked anything nearby that was not of the swarm. The Grenades detonated a full two seconds after the Broodlings had hatched, and they were far away by that time, attacking the trench he had emerged from.

The Queen flew apart in a welter of gore and Broodlings, which rained to the earth like tiny bombs, there were only 20 of them, but they were terrifying in the extreme due to the acid they spit at close range.

The Mutalisks soaked up the enemy assault rifle fire as though it wasn't happening, but the machine guns were enough to tear through their bodies in places, and a few tumbled from the sky. They unleashed their vengeance on the offending humans, sending Glave Wurms down to bounce among the tightly packed troops in the trenches, eating away at their flesh like a plague. The Zerglings, Hydralisks, and Ultralisks were still the main driving force behind the advance, now Hydralisks were coming on the front lines, and their broad bony crests were spattered in gore as they fired spines and used their massive scythe-like claws to destroy the infantry that opposed them.

The Ultralisks were badly battered, but they kept advancing, plying their blades with alacrity as they rampaged through the enemy troops.

OOC: You know, most people would have used anti-tank weapons on the Ultralisks by now...

[OOC: But remember, I'm the Russians :p]

"The big ones are still coming!" a soldier screamed out over the fire.

Indeed, the ultralisks continued to advance on the Russian lines, soaking up heavy fire but continuing to carve up soldier after soldier.

The twenty-one broodlings dove into the trench, and the first soldiers to see them panicked and fired their rifles at it, while ignoring an oncoming Zergling which killed him.

The majority of the second-line bunkers still held their ground, however they were becoming fewer in number as the Mutalisks air raided them and the Ultralisks merely crushed them.

The third-line trenchmen grabbed anti-tank rifles and RPGs, popped out of their trench for a split-second, and opened fire all at once on the oncoming Ultralisks.

The rattling of machineguns continued to fire at the mutalisks and zerglings, and a small number of WW2 flak cannons opened fire on the low-flying ones, although they had a very small amount of ammunition and were highly vulnerable to attack, where the SAM batteries were not so vulnerable.

The Russians now effectively had air superiority over the battle, and began to unload their AtS missiles on the Swarm..

The morale of the secondline trenchmen fell when an Ultralisk walked through the trench, smashing and carving up soldiers whereever it stood. The men fired their assault rifles at it, but it didn't do any noticable damage. Their morale destroyed, they jumped out of their trench, and ran to the third trenches..Some of them were unlucky enough to be hit by Hydralisk glave wurms, and fell on the spot.

The men remaining in the bunkers closed off their bunkers with heavy steel doors, and continued to fire on the oncoming hordes..Anything to slow them down.

Twenty hours until reinforcements arrived..

Russia

The airstrike was ready. All 2,000 planes were prepped, loaded, and ready for launch. There was now one more thing to do..They were preparing to launch a saturation strike of missiles, everything from new cruise missiles to old 1950s era V2 rockets..They needed everything they could get to weaken the Zerg defences prior to the strike.

As the roar of missiles fired off from hundreds of silos, the pilots thought to themselves, "Will I survive the day?"

[OOC: 200 missiles..100 new cruise missiles, 50 '80s era cruise missiles, and 50 V2 rockets. All are loaded with as much high explosive as they can pack in there, and they're aimed at the static defences.]

It was time... The Harvester fleet had been following the Psychic Signal from the Krakken Scout ship for some time now... The Negative space, a Swirling morrass of Real space and Warp space...

The Very Fabric of Space bulged as this immense Fleet moved through the Sol system..

Mars... The Little Red Planet, Known as Earths Sister Planet...

Here the Dreadmire continued its work against the Soldiers... as each blade was swung and as each tail strike lashed out... time slowed down... everything felt like it was slow motion, the very existence of these beings was plunged into something different, like they could see the very air around them move in a fluid motion... the walls seemed to drip like water....

Control systems in the ID4 mother ship would go berzerk, their systems picking up strange anomalies, their communications system collapsed...

Then... The Harvester fleet did appear... tearing a Hole in the fabric of Time and Space, revealing the Dark Morrass of Negative space, the Crimson Lightening arched from this rift, as the first of the Harvester Fleet approached...

Hundereds of the Krakken Scout ships poured from the Rift like someone had opened the flood gates...

The Communication systems of The ID4 Mother ship came online... then were followed by a series of Beastial Snarls that Echoed through every Speaker system in the Mother Ship...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile..."

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The Scout ships Flooded Around the Mother ship like a swarm of Flies feasting on a fresh... Dead... Carcass...

Following the Scout ships were the larger Krakken Battle Cruisiers... Large ships that make the bulk of any Harvester Fleet... These Slowed Down preparing to launch weapon systems should they receive the order to attack...

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Still Ships Continued to pour through, More of the Krakken Scout ships, also known as Assault Ships...

Then The Much larger Battle Ship... an Immense Craft with two foraward Grasping arms, that would attach to a ship, then using the immense Jaws, Crush the hull easily...

While at the same time, Terror Drones and Warriors would flood through the damaged sections, Completely Massacreing those inside....

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While all of these ships were pouring through the Rift.. One after another, or great swarms of Assault Ships...

The Galactic System Harvester approached, an immense Ship, the Great Destroyer, The System Scourge...

This Craft moved slowly... Traveling like it had some great purpose that it was destined to full fill... but in its own time...

It Gently approached the ID4 ship...

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Every few minutes the message was Repeated...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance is Futile..."

This Great Hive ship, the Galactic System Harvester Dwarfed the smaller ID4 Mother ship, its Great structure an Ancient and massive Beast...

It awaited the Response of these aliens... No doubt they would have much Genetic Material to Give...

+++ Whyatica +++

As the Harvester fleet appeared, the Dreadmire rose Up, Glistening like wet leather, its lipless mouth quivered and slavered, and its great body Writhed as its Form heaved and Pulsated...

From its maw it let a spine chilling Roar, its senses alive with the apperance of the Great Scourge....

Just as the Man Drove the sword into its back, pulling apart the armoured plates...

The beast Dropped to the ground, its thick Ichor running from its chest...

EARTH the nation Junias
The junias president decided to aid the Russians in their ordeal. He chose to send what aid he could without compromising the temporary safety of the nation.
Several high speed heavy bombers were dispatched to help hold out until more aid could be sent. Also five of the thirty five orbital artillery satellites were positioned over the battle. Their weapons would be launched once the bombers approach their target. The bombers being JNF- 598 heavy stealth bombers, the bombers had a better chance of not being detected by the alien threat. Being escorted by fifteen F-22 raptors as escorts, the bombers were well protected. Some of the bombers carrying several Mark-9 "MOAB" bombs along with other munitions to drop on the threat and saturate the targets.
Their time of arrival is 5 hours.
The nuclear strike was to go ahead as planed in eight hours. The missiles would be launched at one of the ships orbiting near earth.

Space near mars
The ship continued toward the ship which the message came, preparing to do whatever damage they could to the ship. Carrying two small nuclear reactors for powering the ship, only needing one for operation, the crew prepared to jettison the back up reactor once they were close enough to the ship. The crew rigged the reactor to overload, which would cause it to go critical and explode.

Messages

A telepathic signal was sent to the Galactic System Harvester:

What resources are you here for? If it is something we are not here for, you may have it.

Mars - Orbit

The Mothership sat serenly still. She didn't react in any way to the approach of the Galactic System Harvester. There was no need to start a war with the Harvesters if they wanted something in the system that wasn't required by the search for resources. The approach of the Tokera shuttle was noted, but that was all as the Mothership currently had something bigger to deal with at the moment.

Earth - Orbit

The Mothership completed its move and floated over the planet. After it had stopped moving, the thirty City Destroyers on her underside undocked and started downward.

Space near mars
The ship continued toward the ship which the message came, preparing to do whatever damage they could to the ship. Carrying two small nuclear reactors for powering the ship, only needing one for operation, the crew prepared to jettison the back up reactor once they were close enough to the ship. The crew rigged the reactor to overload, which would cause it to go critical and explode.


The Assault ships Hounded the Craft, they closed in firing their Living Torpedoes, they moved with unearthly intelligence, Moving closer and closer towards the ship, their multiple legs outstreched as they moved in for the kill...

The Galactic System Harvester continued to move towards earth... Ignoring the Mothership..

A single Message was relayed to the ID4 Mothership....

"Harvesting of Genetic Material... That Is Our Goal"

"Do Not Get In Our Way.... That Is Advice..."

"Resistance Is Futile..."

Messages

A telepathic reply was sent in response to the Harvester message:

You are welcome to all the organic life in this system, except us. We only want the non-organic resources. We had originally planned to simply whip out all native life. But you are welcome to collect it for your own purposes. Deal?

Messages

A telepathic reply was sent in response to the Harvester message:

"Deal..."

With that... The Harvester Fleet Silently moved away... Heading off to Earth....

The Krakken Scout ships Moving away with Frightening Speed....

+++ Whyatica +++

As the Harvester fleet appeared, the Dreadmire rose Up, Glistening like wet leather, its lipless mouth quivered and slavered, and its great body Writhed as its Form heaved and Pulsated...

From its maw it let a spine chilling Roar, its senses alive with the apperance of the Great Scourge....

Just as the Man Drove the sword into its back, pulling apart the armoured plates...

The beast Dropped to the ground, its thick Ichor running from its chest...

The once-mighty Dreadmire fell to the ground, it's armor pierced through and through. The four men remaining out of the original fifteen looked at the wrecked bodies, ruined equipment, and the dead Dreadmire with disgust..

"How did we let this happen to us..." a soldier thought to himself.

"Best make sure the damn thing is really dead..." a soldier said. He grabbed his sword and began to carve up the remaining Dreadmire bits, starting with the head and neck, and severing those first.

"Captain...I'm almost out of air.." A soldier said, and he slowly began to panic..He loosened the seal on his helmet - and nothing happened.

"Captain..There's an atmosphere here." He removed the rest of his helmet, and found himself able to breathe fine.

The other soldiers removed their helmets as well, and one soldier said,
"Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know..Scout the ship. Find anything, kill it. Even if it's one of ours..We don't know if the Dreadmire could lay eggs or anything." the Captain ordered.

So the four men began to scout the remaining pieces of the shuttle..They found that the crew compartment was still attached, despite that they knew they detached it and heard it detach. They moved through the ship, not knowing of the other aliens on board...

The once-mighty Dreadmire fell to the ground, it's armor pierced through and through. The four men remaining out of the original fifteen looked at the wrecked bodies, ruined equipment, and the dead Dreadmire with disgust..

"How did we let this happen to us..." a soldier thought to himself.

"Best make sure the damn thing is really dead..." a soldier said. He grabbed his sword and began to carve up the remaining Dreadmire bits, starting with the head and neck, and severing those first.

"Captain...I'm almost out of air.." A soldier said, and he slowly began to panic..He loosened the seal on his helmet - and nothing happened.

"Captain..There's an atmosphere here." He removed the rest of his helmet, and found himself able to breathe fine.

The other soldiers removed their helmets as well, and one soldier said,
"Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know..Scout the ship. Find anything, kill it. Even if it's one of ours..We don't know if the Dreadmire could lay eggs or anything." the Captain ordered.

So the four men began to scout the remaining pieces of the shuttle..They found that the crew compartment was still attached, despite that they knew they detached it and heard it detach. They moved through the ship, not knowing of the other aliens on board...


The beast screamed and Writhed as they cut it apart... It wasn't dead at all, but lucky for them they were intelligent enough to make sure it was dead...

Now what awaited them was the Gruesome discovery of their Comerades Bodies...

Sancho Ponero, was the most natorious drug dealer in MSR. Any other cartel belong to him or paid homage. One of his officers was in Brazil, on vacation he saw a sickess overtake the populace. He himself felt as if he would die any second.

"Sancho," His cell phone in his hand, he hoped voice reconision would dial Sancho and the pictures he took would get to him. His eyeball was red and swollen, then popped, it oozed jelly mixed with blood. His phone had motion tracking, a handy new feature that was witness to the shambling macabre city.

OOC: SeaQuest...hellooooooo?

Whompf...

The Galactic System Harvester fired a projectile in the Direction of earth.. its trail was bright green, it moved with improbable speed, covering thousands of miles in mear seconds, within a few hours this object was already closing in on earth atmosphere...



Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there. A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving: rotating, unscrewing; and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal.


The First Projectile... the cylinder had crash landed Somewhere outside london, it left a trench a mile and a half long, destroying a small forest in the process while at the same time, bringing down power lines and Telephone wires...

In The night sky above, there were several more flashes, bright green and drawing a green mist behind, they continued their advance... each one drawing closer and closer....

In England, and early riser walked out of his home, to observe a massive scrape on his property. It's route was clearly visible, telephone poles, trees and scortched earth, led to an acrid smelling ditch, smoke still rising from the crater.

Looking up he saw the blue-grey sky, streaked with green. A sickly green, a disheartning green as more and more apreared.

In England, and early riser walked out of his home, to observe a massive scrape on his property. It's route was clearly visible, telephone poles, trees and scortched earth, led to an acrid smelling ditch, smoke still rising from the crater.

Looking up he saw the blue-grey sky, streaked with green. A sickly green, a disheartning green as more and more apreared.

The Cylinder lay, still smoking in the trench... Feint sounds of movement comming from within...

While above the Others continued their Advance...

(OOC: awaits Natural Curiosity of Humans)

the olg man picked up his walking stick before he verntured to look at the object. "Damn bloody kids and their damn bloody contraptions."

The smell of burning metal overwhelmed his sences, but he peeked over the the wet sod to see what was making the sizzling sound along with what seemed like movement.

Slowly the top began unscrewing, rotating... this continued until two feet of shining metal projected... when suddenly the Lid.. Fell off...

There was a hiss of steam as the hot lid landed into the sodden earth below...

[OOC: But remember, I'm the Russians :p]

"The big ones are still coming!" a soldier screamed out over the fire.

Indeed, the ultralisks continued to advance on the Russian lines, soaking up heavy fire but continuing to carve up soldier after soldier.

The twenty-one broodlings dove into the trench, and the first soldiers to see them panicked and fired their rifles at it, while ignoring an oncoming Zergling which killed him.

The majority of the second-line bunkers still held their ground, however they were becoming fewer in number as the Mutalisks air raided them and the Ultralisks merely crushed them.

The third-line trenchmen grabbed anti-tank rifles and RPGs, popped out of their trench for a split-second, and opened fire all at once on the oncoming Ultralisks.

The rattling of machineguns continued to fire at the mutalisks and zerglings, and a small number of WW2 flak cannons opened fire on the low-flying ones, although they had a very small amount of ammunition and were highly vulnerable to attack, where the SAM batteries were not so vulnerable.

The Russians now effectively had air superiority over the battle, and began to unload their AtS missiles on the Swarm..

The morale of the secondline trenchmen fell when an Ultralisk walked through the trench, smashing and carving up soldiers whereever it stood. The men fired their assault rifles at it, but it didn't do any noticable damage. Their morale destroyed, they jumped out of their trench, and ran to the third trenches..Some of them were unlucky enough to be hit by Hydralisk glave wurms, and fell on the spot.

The men remaining in the bunkers closed off their bunkers with heavy steel doors, and continued to fire on the oncoming hordes..Anything to slow them down.

Twenty hours until reinforcements arrived..

Russia

The airstrike was ready. All 2,000 planes were prepped, loaded, and ready for launch. There was now one more thing to do..They were preparing to launch a saturation strike of missiles, everything from new cruise missiles to old 1950s era V2 rockets..They needed everything they could get to weaken the Zerg defences prior to the strike.

As the roar of missiles fired off from hundreds of silos, the pilots thought to themselves, "Will I survive the day?"

[OOC: 200 missiles..100 new cruise missiles, 50 '80s era cruise missiles, and 50 V2 rockets. All are loaded with as much high explosive as they can pack in there, and they're aimed at the static defences.]


OOC: 200 Missiles? That's it? Remember what the God Rod managed to do...

Yes, you are the Russians, and apparently, the Russians are VERY stupid...:p

IC:

The Ultralisks had been standing strong until the bombardment from the air began, and the enemy RPGs opened upshattering the once unstoppable Juggernauts, here and there, by some miracle, an Ultralisk survived, but by the main, they wre shattered, and without them to break the bunkers or crush enemy morale, the charge began to falter, not due to morale, which was a non-issue, but simply because anything else had very little luck plunging through the enemy fire like the Ultralisks did...

The advancing ground troops were being cut down by the enemy now, they were stronger than humans, and took alot more killing, but there was no way they could survive under that much fire for very long. As the enemy continued to pour fire on them, the vanguard of the advance began to melt away, leaving shattered and leaking corpses in their wake.

The Lair:

There were hundreds of Zerglings, Hydralisks, Scourges, and Mutalisks gestating on the bizarre purple creep, but the amazing rthing was the massive organ like structures that dotted the area, Spore Colonies and Sunken Colonies, they were originally used to expand the creep, and now they maintained defense of the area, there were well over 100 of them, and of those, over half were able to strike opponents in the air, the Spore Colonies would be the first line of defense for the Lair...

Char:

There was difficulty on the world they had found, but it would be remedied, Jormungand, largest of the Combat Broods was being deployed, 30 Million Zerg Warriors, and 15 Million Overlords and Drones, enough to swamp the pathetic planet... And, if it turned out to be inadequate, well then, there were still Fenris, Surtr, Tiamat, and one other, one that was never mentioned, ever...

[OOC: Remember, the Russians were never particularly great with military strategy or hardware, as a matter of fact]

d'oh, i need to log onto my puppet

"Bloody hell...." Falling to his knees the mans mouth gaped open at what he was witnessing. Like a nightmare, he felt as if he were shinking, his eyes well with tears at the sight. He screamed, his false teeth falling out.

Running to see the commotion, an old lady in her night gown and hair net, wanted to run to her husband, but fear kept her frozen... "Semus!"

OOC: 200 Missiles? That's it? Remember what the God Rod managed to do...

Yes, you are the Russians, and apparently, the Russians are VERY stupid...:p

IC:

The Ultralisks had been standing strong until the bombardment from the air began, and the enemy RPGs opened upshattering the once unstoppable Juggernauts, here and there, by some miracle, an Ultralisk survived, but by the main, they wre shattered, and without them to break the bunkers or crush enemy morale, the charge began to falter, not due to morale, which was a non-issue, but simply because anything else had very little luck plunging through the enemy fire like the Ultralisks did...

The advancing ground troops were being cut down by the enemy now, they were stronger than humans, and took alot more killing, but there was no way they could survive under that much fire for very long. As the enemy continued to pour fire on them, the vanguard of the advance began to melt away, leaving shattered and leaking corpses in their wake.

The Lair:

There were hundreds of Zerglings, Hydralisks, Scourges, and Mutalisks gestating on the bizarre purple creep, but the amazing rthing was the massive organ like structures that dotted the area, Spore Colonies and Sunken Colonies, they were originally used to expand the creep, and now they maintained defense of the area, there were well over 100 of them, and of those, over half were able to strike opponents in the air, the Spore Colonies would be the first line of defense for the Lair...

[OOC: I was conservative with the missile strike because I didn't want to use way too many - although it appears I didn't use enough. Ah well.]
The Russians were ecstatic - The advancing Zerg Swarm had been halted.
As the machineguns gunned down the last advancing Hydralisk, the soldiers looked at the battlefield.

There were leaking, bloody corpses as far as the eye could see. An Ultralisk, it's front leg blown out by an RPG round, attempted to get up to kill the humans before a second RPG round came screaming towards it.

The Commander of the Russian forces looked out at the battlefield and said "We have won..but at what cost?"

At least 50,000 soldiers had perished, probably closer to 75,000. Over half the tanks had some sort of battle damage, and over half of the air forces deployed to the battle had been damaged or destroyed. The SAM batteries were mostly intact, but that was because of the virtue of arriving late to the battle.

The artillery, on the other hand, was 90% destroyed, being the first things targetted by the Zerg. The front-line trenches had been wiped clean of life, and the second-line bunkers had horrific losses..Entire bunkers were crushed under Ultralisk weight, and from all across the battle you could hear men crying for help, partially buried under concrete bunkers..

Russia
With the missile strike launched, the planes began to launch. Two thousand planes, 70% fighters, 20% bombers, and 10% tankers, AWACS, and other support ships.

They would be at the Hive within hours, ready to unleash death on the Swarm that killed so many of their own..

With the early morning giving way to plain morning, the citizens outside London had deaded towards the outskirts. Many more then usual, swarms of people had left their homes to go look at the large falling rubbish bins.

The nasty green streaks were dissipating into clouds, giving London a toxic aura as people walked the streets in wonderment.

Hundreds of people already surrounding crash-sites, thousands more were comming, man's natural curisity was getting the better of them...

The once-mighty Dreadmire fell to the ground, it's armor pierced through and through. The four men remaining out of the original fifteen looked at the wrecked bodies, ruined equipment, and the dead Dreadmire with disgust..

"How did we let this happen to us..." a soldier thought to himself.

"Best make sure the damn thing is really dead..." a soldier said. He grabbed his sword and began to carve up the remaining Dreadmire bits, starting with the head and neck, and severing those first.

"Captain...I'm almost out of air.." A soldier said, and he slowly began to panic..He loosened the seal on his helmet - and nothing happened.

"Captain..There's an atmosphere here." He removed the rest of his helmet, and found himself able to breathe fine.

The other soldiers removed their helmets as well, and one soldier said,
"Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know..Scout the ship. Find anything, kill it. Even if it's one of ours..We don't know if the Dreadmire could lay eggs or anything." the Captain ordered.

So the four men began to scout the remaining pieces of the shuttle..They found that the crew compartment was still attached, despite that they knew they detached it and heard it detach. They moved through the ship, not knowing of the other aliens on board...

The group of five armed 'marines' closed with the four men. They were being tracked through the mental energy each was putting out. For a telepathic species like these guys were, it was quite to track them. But, they kept to an even pace and stuck together as they did not know the layout of the interior except from scans they had seen that weren't very descriptive.

The 4 soldiers continued to walk through the ship, not knowing that the aliens were onboard looking for them..They headed for the mess hall, slowly opening doors and discovering the flayed corpses of their comrades..

They had all seen dead bodies prior to this mission, indeed, they were all combat veterans. But this..This was sick. What kind of alien would do this to a person? They didn't want to know..All they knew is that they would shoot any other aliens they saw on sight.

They continued to move through the ship..

[OOC: SeaQuest, assume I'm heading right towards you]

Space near mars
Finally close enough to the ship the crew launched the nuclear reactor core and prepared for the blast. The pilot veered the ship quickly in attempt to get as far away as they could, being a nuclear blast the ship likley would be crippled. The blast only seconds away, several projectiles impacted the ship without warning. The reactor core going critical it exploded in a brilliant white flash, followed by a shockwave that pushed the junias ship off corse. Smashing the ship with debri and shards of metal from the core, puncturing the hull in several places, venting the atmosphere inside. Luckily the crew already had their space suits, and few were injured. The crew still being unaware of the torpedos that impacted just before the detonation.

EARTH
Bomber arrival time: 2 hours

ooc: Kraven I take it that the torpedos are like the ones from the scout ship.

ooc: Kraven I take it that the torpedos are like the ones from the scout ship.

OOC: Yes


The Torpedoes continued to Tear into the ships outer hull, using the mandibles and powerfull acids to break through....

The Reactor had exploded.... and through the debry and haze of the flash, the Appearance of the Galactic System Harvester slowly began to fade into veiw, the massive behemoth of a structure, moving as though the reactor had barely scratched it...

a few hundered Scouts and Several Battle Cruisers had been annihilated in the blast but these numbers were like pissing in the ocean compared to what was left of the fleet...

Even so it continued onwards... slowly and purposefully as the Torpedoes went to work....

A great sickness had over taken Brizilia. To make sure that this one event would not domino and destroy the entire country (Brazil was paranoid that way.) had begun to impliment, the Suicide Slingshot Satilite Program (SSSP).

Loaded with high explosives or an EMP device. Launched into space the objest would orbit the earth once (Satalite) then with enough momentum break away from its path (Slingshot) and destroy itself against the enemy Life Killer Ship.

1st Cylinder Crash Site

The Early morning light, still an eery Green was bathed in an intense green light, as a shaft of pure green energy rose from the Cylinder splitting it from end to end, the Cylinder was a large Vessel, roughly thirty yards across, The Green glow flooded the surrounding area bathing everything green...

In quick succession a series of Mechanical Noises were heard, then the sound of something powering up, increasing with intensity until the very earth moved...

The Cylinder slowly parted, opening as each section moved against the Sides of the Crater..

Then It rose, A great Metal machine, a behemoth, Its Central "Eye" veiwing the people surrounding it with machine like intelligence, as it continued to gain height, Hydrolics activating... various mechanisms whirring, servos locking into place, one of its legs reached out to support it, placing a leg on a the other side of the Bank while one leg Moved out in front of it, It rose further until reaching its full height of 80 meters, its twin plasma cannons unfolded, then as if it was sounding the General battle cry it let out a Harsh mechanical Snarl...

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It stopped for a moment... waiting for something... while all the time looking at the people below with its all seeing eyes....

New defenses were being set up by the hour. Sand bags surrounding important buildings, minefields being laid, barbed wire being strung. The higher military officials knew that this would not stop the invaders, but it gave the civilians hope. Plus it might just slow the aliens down.

The movement, sounds and light drew people closer. The shreiking, broke awe from the crowed, while many people left or ran in terror, the crowd was ever growing.

Thre streets of London were almost empty of people, most had gone to the crash sites, while almost all the rest had stayed indoors or run to thier favorite pub...

The goverment was not idle, when the first landings in Russia had occered, the goverment was ready to deploy every unit needed to protect Britain.

The impressive navy had been the crown jewel of the UK for hundreds of years. Their impressive navy guns were primed to destroy any threat that might harm The Crown and her pubs...

The 4 soldiers continued to walk through the ship, not knowing that the aliens were onboard looking for them..They headed for the mess hall, slowly opening doors and discovering the flayed corpses of their comrades..

They had all seen dead bodies prior to this mission, indeed, they were all combat veterans. But this..This was sick. What kind of alien would do this to a person? They didn't want to know..All they knew is that they would shoot any other aliens they saw on sight.

They continued to move through the ship..

[OOC: SeaQuest, assume I'm heading right towards you]

OOC: @The tokera: You targeting mine or Kraven ship?

IC: Whyatica Shuttle - Interior

The 'marines' sensed the humans thoughts and emotions and continued homing in on them. They weren't paying any attention to the route they had used to get this far, they would just follow the psychic energy of their fellows outside to lead them out of this metallic maze. They paused a few rooms away from the humans and each set its weapon to stun.

A great sickness had over taken Brizilia. To make sure that this one event would not domino and destroy the entire country (Brazil was paranoid that way.) had begun to impliment, the Suicide Slingshot Satilite Program (SSSP).

Loaded with high explosives or an EMP device. Launched into space the objest would orbit the earth once (Satalite) then with enough momentum break away from its path (Slingshot) and destroy itself against the enemy Life Killer Ship.

OOC: I'm assuming you already launched it.

IC: The incoming satellite. Scans had already checked for the weapons used on the craft that had attacked the mining drones and found nothing similar. Thus, it was ignored as just another artificial satellite orbiting the planet that would be used for communication relays later in the schedule.

The Machine Viewed The people below, its sentient Form creating a presence of awe and wonder...

There was another harsh mechanical Noise as the Beast Prepared its self, once again came the sound of powering up, some intense machine preparing for war, Two gouts of Steam errupted from Cylinders mounted in its frame, as It took another step forward, Leveling its Guns at the People below....

The Machine Powered up its weapons, the Barrels began to glow with an bright blue aura as the first volley of Plasma was let loose, instantly varporising a group of people Near by...

Instantly people began to flee and the Chase was on...

Carefull its metal legs began to move propelling this gigantic behemoth across the Common, its Plasma Cannons unleashing Volley after volley....

Cars Exploded in a ball of fire, being flipped onto their roofs, While Buildings were set ablase, their Structure compromised...

People continued to run away, the Gigantic beast always just behind them, People exploded in flames as their thin forms were engulfed by bright blue plasma, Trees were instantly set to flames as the Savage plasma cannons went to work....

The Very ground shuddered as the War Walker took more steps, each one slow and purposefull, but each one keeping it well with in range of its Targets...


The Upper Frame turned, Bringing the Cannons to bear in the Direction of a church, the Bright blue plasma sent forth to do its work, bringing down the ancient house of God without a second thought, the building was alight, the fine art work and wooden pues aflame in seconds...

Ahead of the beast was a Small school, it was instantly turned to ash as the Plasma was let loose once again...

The Great Metal beast let out another harsh mechanical noise as it continued to effortlessly slaughter those around it....

Its target was the Centre of London and the Houses of Parliement, the aim was to destroy the leadership of England and bring down the Defense allowing the main harvester invasion to begin....

In the Distance were Two other War Walkers... or Terror Drones.... these were doing exactly the same as the first, only their current goal is to meet up with the first, forming a team of three..... from their they would begin the attack anew..

All across england this was Occuring, Bristol... Edinburgh... Manchester.. These War Walkers were bringing with them death... where they went Fire and Slaughter followed, Buildings of all types set ablase by these Machines of war... Each was doing as planned....

While in other Areas The Terror Drones were advancing on Military bases and Air Fields as well as Naval Bases, anything that could mount a defense....

This was the begining of the Route of Civilisation... of The Massacre... of Mankind...

OOC: SeaQuest I was targeting your ship, but i believe that Kravens ships were in the area since they are attacking my ship.

Junias space ship
the hull of the ship began to crumble from the acid of the torpedos, venting the atmosphere in the sealed rooms. The attack was finally detected and the marines were quick to move to the breach points. With their space suits already on and their assault rifles loaded, the marines stood ready for whatever would be crawling through the now growing holes. Waiting for the enemy to emerge, the marines waited patiently but aware. With their rifles already aimed and ready for something to come crawling through. Each marine having a automatic assault rifle, with a shotgun mounted below the barrel. A pistol holstered on their legs and a knife sheathed on their belts, along with two concussion granades each. Each second seemed to be a minute, each minute a hour. Waiting for their unknown fates to arrive.

Bombers over russia
The bombers being only minutes away, the orbiting attack sattelites opened fire, each launching five rods of god at the zerg threat below. The impact being close to the power of a nuclear weapon, clouds of dust raised from the surface. The target still remained, likely wounded but still standing strond. The bombers moved into attack formation, preparing to make thir first pass. Their bomb doors swung open exposing their ordinance. The bombs began to fall silently like rain drops falling from clouds, onnly to impact the ground with thunderous explosions. The bombers carrying the MOABs began to drop their loads. The explosions being devistating, casued by the largest non nuclear bomb in the junas arsenal.

The incoming satellite. Scans had already checked for the weapons used on the craft that had attacked the mining drones and found nothing similar. Thus, it was ignored as just another artificial satellite orbiting the planet that would be used for communication relays later in the schedule.


OOC: The term satalite is used in the form; object orbiting another withing its gravitational pull. I mean a really not high tech device that is ment do ram itself into the enemy vessel and casue damage, for further carification

IC:
At great cost to Brazil, multiple dozens of the SSs had been sent into orbit already. the first few were about to do their destructive deeds onto the "City Killer".

The Machine Viewed The people below, its sentient Form creating a presence of awe and wonder...

There was another harsh mechanical Noise as the Beast Prepared its self, once again came the sound of powering up, some intense machine preparing for war, Two gouts of Steam errupted from Cylinders mounted in its frame, as It took another step forward, Leveling its Guns at the People below....

The Machine Powered up its weapons, the Barrels began to glow with an bright blue aura as the first volley of Plasma was let loose, instantly varporising a group of people Near by...

Instantly people began to flee and the Chase was on...

Carefull its metal legs began to move propelling this gigantic behemoth across the Common, its Plasma Cannons unleashing Volley after volley....

Cars Exploded in a ball of fire, being flipped onto their roofs, While Buildings were set ablase, their Structure compromised...

People continued to run away, the Gigantic beast always just behind them, People exploded in flames as their thin forms were engulfed by bright blue plasma, Trees were instantly set to flames as the Savage plasma cannons went to work....

The Very ground shuddered as the War Walker took more steps, each one slow and purposefull, but each one keeping it well with in range of its Targets...


The Upper Frame turned, Bringing the Cannons to bear in the Direction of a church, the Bright blue plasma sent forth to do its work, bringing down the ancient house of God without a second thought, the building was alight, the fine art work and wooden pues aflame in seconds...

Ahead of the beast was a Small school, it was instantly turned to ash as the Plasma was let loose once again...

The Great Metal beast let out another harsh mechanical noise as it continued to effortlessly slaughter those around it....

Its target was the Centre of London and the Houses of Parliement, the aim was to destroy the leadership of England and bring down the Defense allowing the main harvester invasion to begin....

In the Distance were Two other War Walkers... or Terror Drones.... these were doing exactly the same as the first, only their current goal is to meet up with the first, forming a team of three..... from their they would begin the attack anew..

All across england this was Occuring, Bristol... Edinburgh... Manchester.. These War Walkers were bringing with them death... where they went Fire and Slaughter followed, Buildings of all types set ablase by these Machines of war... Each was doing as planned....

While in other Areas The Terror Drones were advancing on Military bases and Air Fields as well as Naval Bases, anything that could mount a defense....

This was the begining of the Route of Civilisation... of The Massacre... of Mankind...

The military was mobalising at the first explosion. Tanks and ground troops would work in unison. Every, cruiser, battleship, destroyer and tugboat would bear their guns at the enemy walkers. Aiming for round 'eyes'
or what seemed like the central point that contained the main processing junction of the walkers.

With the navy guns regulerly exceeding 24", no part of the island was untouchable. The SAS and regular army sqouting and reveling the walkers position's, as well as throwing mortars and rockets of their own.

The populace died in droves. The packed confines of Britain's architechture had flats collasping onto other flats or bringing them down, no matter what the destruction of one lead to the destruction of another.

Pews were hell on Earth, no place of salvation, men and women melted and shieked in uncalculable aganoy. Flame and disorder, these walkers that came from underground must have been born from Lucifer's own mind.

OOC: Last post of the weekend boys, im off and out of town, for for a few days... someone can take over my posts or how ever you'd like to work it out.

OOC: @The tokera: Understood. Should I go back and edit the post to include that explosion blinding the mothership temporarily (Vibration damage would depend on the yield of the explosion)?
@Psyker Bearzerkers: Please explain what you mean? What's the difference between "satellite" and "satalite"?

IC: Earth - Atmosphere

The thirty, 24 kilometer wide City Destroyers would now be visible to the nakid eye from the ground as massive, cloud like structures. These "Fire Storms" were created due to the combination of heat and plasma picked up during atmospheric entry, the exhaust of their braking engines, and systems designed not to reveal the large ships until they were in postion over the target cities. Each was heading for one of the major cities across the planet. Londen, Washington, New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Moscow, Tokyo, Bejing, and Berlin were only a few of the cities these ships would appear over in their full glory before the day was out.

OOC: I dont know what the yield of a overloaded nuclear reactor used to power a ship would be, I would think it would be at least the size of a small nuke.

IC:

The strike so far was succesful and no of the bombers lost, they continued to drop their payloads on the enemy strongholds untill all of their bombs were expelled. Sattelite images of the attack site didnt show much because of the dust clouds over the target area. No one knew if the the bombs had any effect. The bombers requested permission to land at the nearest russian airfields to rearm and make more runs.

OOC: Just wondering if it would be ok to land my bombers at one of the russian airfields.

The Terror Drone Paused in its Destructive sweep of the country side, its plasma Cannons paused for a moment, as its all seeing eyes veiwed the Fireball above...

The Giant fireball was heading for london, and the Galactic System harvester instantly recognised it as a City Destroyer of their Current "Allies"

Quickly the System Harvester sent a Phsycic Message to the Aliens...

"London is Ours... That is Information

"Leave It... That Is Advice"

"Or you shall be Swept away with earth... That is A Warning"

ooc: hey kraven what about the torpedos on my ship?

OOC: Hmm odd

The Torpedoes Entered the Ship, forcing their Way through on massive arms, As they came through Tokeras waiting marines opened fire, Hitting the beast in its soft flesh... Killing it almost instantly...

The others Continued tearing through Each one Entering the Craft....

And Each one was quickly dispatched by the marines, these weapons were not designed to Fight against humans, but were Intelligent ordinance designed to damage the craft enough to Cripple its systems...

However, on the other side of the ship, a long bone like Torpedo had lodged itself inside, the side of it had been broken and thick purple Ichor lay across the deck... but no sign of its Occupant....

The Terror Drone Paused in its Destructive sweep of the country side, its plasma Cannons paused for a moment, as its all seeing eyes veiwed the Fireball above...

The Giant fireball was heading for london, and the Galactic System harvester instantly recognised it as a City Destroyer of their Current "Allies"

Quickly the System Harvester sent a Phsycic Message to the Aliens...

"London is Ours... That is Information

"Leave It... That Is Advice"

"Or you shall be Swept away with earth... That is A Warning"

A telepathic response was sent:

We can't alter the pre-programmed course of the ship while the braking engines are still firing. The ship must come to a full stop over its pre-programed destination first. Then we can move the ship to a new location.

A telepathic response was sent:

"You Have Twentyfour Hours.... That is A Time Frame"

OOC: Hmm odd

The Torpedoes Entered the Ship, forcing their Way through on massive arms, As they came through Tokeras waiting marines opened fire, Hitting the beast in its soft flesh... Killing it almost instantly...

The others Continued tearing through Each one Entering the Craft....

And Each one was quickly dispatched by the marines, these weapons were not designed to Fight against humans, but were Intelligent ordinance designed to damage the craft enough to Cripple its systems...

However, on the other side of the ship, a long bone like Torpedo had lodged itself inside, the side of it had been broken and thick purple Ichor lay across the deck... but no sign of its Occupant....

The marines now confident that they destroyed all of the threats, let their guard down. The began to examine the alien corpses. They had no idea that something else got on the ship while they were shooting the other aliens.

Russia
The air wing swept over the Zerg Hive, launching Air-to-Surface missiles filled with ordinance, raining death on whatever they touched.

Whatever air forces the Zerg had were immediately downed by the surprise raid, but the deadly Scourges lept up into the sky, exploding and taking several fighters with them.

But the bombers continued to drop their bombs on the hive, 1000 pound bombs loaded with whatever nastiness the Russians could have filled it with..

The battle continued, and the static defences were downed by missiles and bombs..But scourges continued to be made, and taking down as many fighters as they could before dying themselves..

The Russian assault began to concentrate their efforts on the hatchery, and organic pieces of Zerg building flew off violently as bomb after bomb after missile after bomb impacted the living building.

It was as if the Russian pilots could hear the Zerg Mind screaming in their heads as the remnants of the Hive were destroyed by the heavy fire.

Half the Russian air fleet sent to this battle were downed, either due to friendly fire or the Zerg response.

The Air force split up, heading back to their various airbases.

On the way back to base, an AWACS pilot saw a comet flying towards Earth.
Any other day, he would have assumed it was a shooting star, but with all the strangeness on Earth these days, he decided to report it to his commander.

"Green 7 to base..Green 7 to base, come in base. Over."

"Base here..What is your status, Green 7? Over."

"Shiny, Base, but I have seen a comet heading towards central Siberia. Over."

"Refuel and then head out to investigate.. Over."

"Roger, Base."

The AWACS pilot flew back to his base, knowing that in several hours he would be back over these same skies looking for another possible hostile in this ongoing fight for humanity..

Humankind has won the first battle against the alien menace, but how many more can they stand?

[ooc: anyone have any problems with me RPing the zerg being annihilated? miehm is out of this RP... I lost about 1,100 planes..]

The first of many Cylinders roared through the atmosphere over Russia, its large form was creating massive quantities of heat, from the immense speed on Entry, the Cylinder continued towards its target zone...

Following it were many others, each trailing a green mist behind it...

Minutes passed as the Cylinder continued its path towards the zone...

The an Immense explosion errupted as frozen earth was scattered, tearing an immense crater through the frozen tundra, the impact sight was several yards long....

Steam and vapour rose from the Cylinder as it lay.... The Terror Drone inside preparing its Activation sequence....

"You Have Twentyfour Hours.... That is A Time Frame"

Another telepathic response was sent:

The braking thrusters will stop firing by the end of one local planetary rotation. Leaving right after that, the craft will be able to get to ten ship diameters by next star rise.

The scientists and marines continued to examine the bodies. Several scientists took samples of the aliens skin and the slime that came from its body. The several marines headed for the bridge to see where the torpedos were launched from.

The Royal Navy continuted to hammer at the massive terror drones from the coast, the damage already cuased by the drones was doubled by the massive guns.

Tanks, smaller artillery pieces and tank killer squads, aimed at the joints and the reflective 'eye' pieces of the drones. While parliment was raized to ashes by the plasma guns , killing all the top baristers and ministers, the military would rejoice if they survived to hear the news, thousands of English citzens died with every fiery shot from the massive drones. Tanks would turn to slag and cook the men inside. Soldiers, ill equipted to fight such a massive, well designed and truly destructive alien devices.

The scientists and marines continued to examine the bodies. Several scientists took samples of the aliens skin and the slime that came from its body. The several marines headed for the bridge to see where the torpedos were launched from.

The Dreadmire was using the airvents of the ships, moving silently, using its many senses to detect its prey... This was its hunting ground now....

It was doing what it was bred to do, To Hunt...

Ahead of it was a Scientists was casually repairing a section of a wall pannel damaged in the breif fight with the Biotorps...

The Marines were in another section of the ship...

Carefull the Dreadmire exited the air vent and into the roof section, it slowly slid onto the ceiling and began stalking its prey... slowly and carefully....it moved across the wall, its active camoflauge protecting it from veiw....

Then It struck.... Using its claws, it lifted the scientist by the head off the ground, and dragged him into the space above the Ceiling, where it killed him... The Dreadmires hand had been across his mouth preventing from screaming...

Now the Scientist was dead, and casually the Dreadmire skinned his body... before using a sticky substance, like what a spider would spin, to hang the Body... The Body was hung in a small room, obviously someones Bedroom..

The Kill had been made silently.... and no blood had been spilt where the scientist was... all that remained was the Scientists tools, left where he was working...

The Executive branch was decimated and the military command structure was severly fractured and the civilian population was decimated, aproaching 23% casualties and colateral damage was incalculable.

The terror drones had done their work in the extreme. Britain had been pounded into the stone age, there was ash, cinder and smoke everywere. Bodies burned as the last reminents of risistance were crushed.

Several Suicide Satallites were rounding the earth. No friction would hold them back. The swing sent them hurtaling towards the ships at maximum velocity.

High explosive would attacked the hulls and the emp charges would discharge, sending a massive sphericle charge that would fry any electronic device of any kind.

The people of Brazil watched the sky.

The scientist was killed easily, he didn't put up much of a fight. He was caught by suprise. His screams were muffled and were not heard. Kicking his feet as he was being pulled to his death. No traces were left, except the scientists tools scattered about the floor. Along with his tools was his radio, still being turned on.
one of the scientists tried to contact him over the radio, to see how his repairs were going. " Jack, are you there, how are the repairs going" he said, with no reply.

"where the hell is he" he said to himself as he started to go in the direction where the scientist should have been.

The first of many Cylinders roared through the atmosphere over Russia, its large form was creating massive quantities of heat, from the immense speed on Entry, the Cylinder continued towards its target zone...

Following it were many others, each trailing a green mist behind it...

Minutes passed as the Cylinder continued its path towards the zone...

The an Immense explosion errupted as frozen earth was scattered, tearing an immense crater through the frozen tundra, the impact sight was several yards long....

Steam and vapour rose from the Cylinder as it lay.... The Terror Drone inside preparing its Activation sequence....


The AWACS pilot known as Green 7 flew back over the area of Central Siberia in his scout plane..He saw a sickly green glowing cylinder, not unlike what intelligence had spotted landing in London mere hours before.

The AWACS pilot hadn't heard of the mass destruction in England quite yet, but he was wary of any weaponry, so he flew at a higher altitude than normal and at a faster speed..

He had no significant weaponry, and he didn't want to suddenly get into a fight with alien forces.

"Green 7 to base. The cylinder is not moving, but it is emitting a green glow. Over."

"Base to Green 7. We're sending some forces to check it out. Return to base. Over."

"Roger, Base."

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Later, about 10,000 infantry and 500 heavy tanks marched to the landing site in Russia..They were so heavily equipped in case of an enemy attack, they didn't want to be caught off guard..

They got to the cylinder, and pondered their next move.. It was too large to simply blow up, so they radioed back to base, calling for an orbital strike if at all possible..

"Negative, commander. Orbsats are out due to the earlier Zerg assault on them.."

They waited...

England - London

The Terror Drones continued their work, Even as the Glorius English Navy went to work, firing shells across the country, the Terror Drones went un - hindered, Shells impacted into the hardend armour plates, but these weapons of war continued their unholy work... Where ever the twin plasma cannons were pointed, Death followed, Vast swaths of Buildings were destroyed as the Terror Drones continued their un-relenting march Towards the Center of london...

The Army fought bravely, and even though they'd scored several hits against the Central Eye of the War Walker, it continued along its way... Firing at the Military without care, its Plasma cannons went to work on Soldier and armoured vehicle alike...

Russia - Siberia

The Cylinder lay.. still glowing hot... slowly, like in london the lid of the cylinder began to unscrew... slowly... almost hypnoticaly the lid rotated... until two feet of shining screw projected... when suddenly... the Lid fell off...

There was a loud hiss of escaping air, a mechanical whirr... and then silence...

The scientist arrived at where the man should have been. Finding nothing but the tools scattered about the floor. He continued to search other parts of the ship.
Shortly after, a young engineer of 20 headed to his quarters to get some rest after their ordeal. He typed his password into the keypad on the side of the door and it slid open. The lights were off, he reached for the button on the wall inside the room to turn them on. They flickered on, the blast severely damaged the power system and several other systems. Seeing the dead body of the scientist, hanging from the ceiling, he threw up. Running out of the room, he screamed into his radio that someone killed a scientists.
Two of the closest marines soon arrived, with their weapons ready. They began to search the immediate area for the assailant.

The scientist arrived at where the man should have been. Finding nothing but the tools scattered about the floor. He continued to search other parts of the ship.
Shortly after, a young engineer of 20 headed to his quarters to get some rest after their ordeal. He typed his password into the keypad on the side of the door and it slid open. The lights were off, he reached for the button on the wall inside the room to turn them on. They flickered on, the blast severely damaged the power system and several other systems. Seeing the dead body of the scientist, hanging from the ceiling, he threw up. Running out of the room, he screamed into his radio that someone killed a scientists.
Two of the closest marines soon arrived, with their weapons ready. They began to search the immediate area for the assailant.

The Dreadmire, After killing the Scientist had moved away from its kill... It was still using the air vents, but was now at the other end of the ship, Looking for another victim...

Two marines...

They were walking along Checking behind Crates and ammunition boxes, as the Dreadmire slowly lowered itself down from its position...

Its senses were alive, it could taste the air with its tounge, sensing the Marines fear...

The British Isle was nothing but destroyed infrastructure and corpses. The army had been too direct in its attempt to destroy the drones. Only reminents of the army under the command of SAS squads remained. the coastal bombardment had only increased in the light of the fact that they could not pennatrate the armor. Navy jet planes flew sorties and would fly at them like wasps.

The Dreadmire, After killing the Scientist had moved away from its kill... It was still using the air vents, but was now at the other end of the ship, Looking for another victim...

Two marines...

They were walking along Checking behind Crates and ammunition boxes, as the Dreadmire slowly lowered itself down from its position...

Its senses were alive, it could taste the air with its tounge, sensing the Marines fear...

one of the marines began to check in a dark corner, stacked with metal crates of supplies. The other marine sensed that something was wrong. A chill was sent down his spine. He fealt like some one or something was wathcing them, lurking in the shadows of the dark ship, to strike at their most vulnerable time.Trying to reasure himself that the threat was gone and nothing else got on the ship, he began to relax.

Several Suicide Satallites were rounding the earth. No friction would hold them back and the swing sent them at maximum velocity.

High explosive attacked the hulls and emp sent a massive sphericle charge that would fry any electronic device of any kind.

the peoples of Brazil watched the sky.

OOC: @Psyker Bearzerkers: As they are your weapons, you RP them hitting and I'll take care of the result of them hitting.

Earth - Surface

The City Destroyer came to a stop over London then moved away towards Dublin.

is this all done or what?

OOC: @Psyker Bearzerkers: As they are your weapons, you RP them hitting and I'll take care of the result of them hitting.

OOC:edited

OOC:edited

OOC: Sorry. I don't recall how far back that post was.

ooc: er... a page or two hehe....

ooc: er... a page or two hehe....

OOC: Sorry, that was at 3 am. Brain wasn't working.

OOC: Sorry, that was at 3 am. Brain wasn't working.
ooc: its cool. but now it's turned to an ooc.... Well as soon as some one gives an ic post, i think it might get back on track.

Sorry to hijack, Psyker, could you bump the Black hive conflict Thread, I can't find it, and search doesn't know it exists

Sorry to hijack, Psyker, could you bump the Black hive conflict Thread, I can't find it, and search doesn't know it exists
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=460701


ooc:
its okay, i guess... everyone is waiting fer your posts too, hahaha...

Several Suicide Satallites were rounding the earth. No friction would hold them back. The swing sent them hurtaling towards the ships at maximum velocity.

High explosive would attacked the hulls and the emp charges would discharge, sending a massive sphericle charge that would fry any electronic device of any kind.

The people of Brazil watched the sky.

The weapons all struck the Life Force ship directly amidships. The force of the weapons caused the mighty craft to snap in twain. The front section, lacking any engines, slid deeper into the Earth's gravity well and would eventually hit the surface. The aft part managed to stay up with her engines for a while, but not for long. The damage was to great. Soon, even that part's mighty engines failed and the peice slide down-wards as well.

OOC: I was actually not sure if I wanted to bring the Life Force ships along in the first place. Now, you know the 'cure' for the 'vampires'. Don't forget that these are many times bigger than the cannon Mothership and that I brought two of them.

@Psyker Bearzerkers: Your kill, so you get to decide where each section lands. Hmm, you get free, alien FT tech.

OOC: I was actually not sure if I wanted to bring the Life Force ships along in the first place. Now, you know the 'cure' for the 'vampires'. Don't forget that these are many times bigger than the cannon Mothership and that I brought two of them.

@Psyker Bearzerkers: Your kill, so you get to decide where each section lands. Hmm, you get free, alien FT tech.

OOC:
to clarify before i make an IC post, the 'cure' is the destruction on the lifeforce ships? what princaples is your tech based on roughly and what kind of stuff would be the lifeforce ships; weapons, terraforming, industrial/engineering, etc.

OOC:
to clarify before i make an IC post, the 'cure' is the destruction on the lifeforce ships? what princaples is your tech based on roughly and what kind of stuff would be the lifeforce ships; weapons, terraforming, industrial/engineering, etc.

OOC: Unlike the movie, the entire ship is automated. Thus, you don't have to hunt down the "master vampire." As I couldn't exactly use my standard ET's, I had do a slight alternate universe thing. Most of the tech for this RP is designed to get rid of the native population so the other ships can get at the natural resources and strip mine the planet.

The stench of death and sickness was like a evil cloud, that hung over Brasilia. Rotting plants and animals, the hospitals were overflowing with patiants, outside a mob waited to be granted entrance to the overworked and understaffed hospitals of Brazil.

the population was his by a wave of plague like systems; anything from nasia, insanity and death.

In the Meso-Scandinavian Republic, Ivan Salatega was in a council with the national leaders of the latin world, as well as mercenaries, who were really drug cartels in contract.

"Señors and Señoritas, while the rest of the world is being destroyed, I am glad to see that there may be a chance if the rest of the national community chooses to follow our example. Right now we have an idea of were the several alien threats may be. Everytime we loose a satallite we can assume that the aliens have advanced. And so far they have done nothing but advance and destroy. We dont know Russia situation but according to assestments and estimations they are all but destroyed.

"As I understand it the Prime Minister of Brazil has had some sucess, Señor Vega?"

"I Am Daniel Vega and my nation, with great finacial cost to ourselves, have had some sucess. Sending high explosive and emp suicide satallites we have reports of debris and wreckage. The largest peice fell into the ocean off the Yucatán Penisula and we have had wreckage damage the infrastructures of many cities, in South America. We accually had more deaths from the ships wreckage than the sickness that overtook Brasila. And my goverment has been able to salvage and analyze it.

"Its made of metal, similar to our own minerals but the way it is process, so my scientist suggest, makes it stronger lighter and able to withstand the kind of dimensional travel that they used to ivade earth."

Sancho was the only Cartel Lord sitting at the main table. Standing up his presence made all eyes focus on him. "Leaders of the latin world. While this information is pertanent and valuable, the plain truth is that these invaders want to conquer and enslave this planet, the status of the military is of the highest improtance. MSR's army is on a massive arms build up and I've seen for myself that they may weather the storm when the fight comes to them. Brazil now has to worry about the cavillian population rioting. My own forces are prepared for anything. Many gurrillas groups already have loyal links to my own organization." Pulling a dark cigar from hish mouth to blow out thick smoke, many leaders were stunned by what he knew, they had n ot given him any information themselves, nor had Ivan Salatega.

"This is a war of numbers and survival, massive machines are destroying world powers. Everyone must fight, young men and women even. Your own children and famalies will suffer if we do not have the resolve to sovle the problem, my family will suffer if I do not fight..."

The room quieted down there was a deffinite reflection within each of the men and women present.

"Pesident Salatega, I must ask you. Your nation has strong scandinavain roots, how are your political relations with your European cousins?"

"Spainish and Protuguese delegates said they would make their presence in this alliance known, As for; Findland, Sweeden, Norway and the like we've yet to hear from them. Some of my advisors say they were already hit, by overunning forces that attacked Russia."

Sancho was a smart and ruthless man, dedicated to his task and craft, only men like him rose to any great position. Had his organization been a country he would be a Impirial Super-Power.

Allies:
Meso-Scandinavian Republic
South America
Pending:
Europe

OOC: Anyone rping the scandinavian countries? i dont want to take this alliance too far if people will object, on ground that i am taking all earth countries or something similar.