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Death comes to every man; a curse; an end to the mortal coil, a doorway to the glories of the Warp. The Gods favor many men; but only those who defy the gateway of death; only those who spurn lament for glory and damnation; only they can sit at the Right Hand of the Gods. Only those who turn aside mortality and become something...Grander, are worthy of being called Champions of the Four Powers.
- Lord Mordekai Blightcaller; Plague Prophet of the damned world of Sarpantii Primus.

The planet seethed and moved; a world of limitless vistas of flesh. Supplicants fell to their knees before the writhing landscape; surrendering to it's whispers; their bodies offered as sacrifices and playthings to the abominable lusting things of the flesh that animated the malformed surface of the world turned mad. Slaanesh ruled here; in all his foul glory; perversion wrought upon the tapestry of the world; an affront to the ordered Universe. But also to another; darker power.

In the skies above this daemon world of pleasure; a fleet tore into being; an immense gathering of vessels; encrusted with rust and foul ichors, trailing off into the void like tapers of unnatural decay and depravity. These ships hovered; till the largest hurled a pod down towards the writhing flesh of the world; impacting; splitting like raw fruit as the Marines surged out, forming a circle around their great and terrible Lord. Lucian towered over the common flock; a mighty juggernaut; his green and black armor smeared with blood and foul fluids from his own body, spinning his grand scythe as enraged cultists; drunk on limitless pleasures, surged towards him. A gush of blood as one was severed in two; another split from crown to groin; Lucian's bellow of rage echoing across the world; his footsteps giving the flesh of the monstrous world pain.

He paused; a great champion of Slaanesh advancing upon him; a gleaming sword and whip crackling with fel energies. "The Old Ways, PlagueLord!" It bellowed; lashing out as Lucian sidestepped; whip slapping against his armor; sword meetign scythe. "The Old Ways! To the victor the spoils" Lucian grinned within his helmet; lashing out; smashing the breastplate of the Pleasurefiends armor; watching him stumble back. Lucian's armor seemed to quiver and pulse with coalescing energy; flies and other insects surged forth, hissing and roaring from the cracks in his armor; engulfing the screaming Champion; driving him to his knees as the plague took him. Lucian moved past him silently;

"To the victor goes the spoils"

The world itself seemed to buckle and seeth; the flesh rotting, ridden with disease and death; flies and pestilant gases rising from the great wounds; the lesions that perforated the Daemon world. Supplicants fell to plague and damnation; struck low before their great Lord.

The plaguefleet moved onwards; there were other systems; they knew not their destination; only that their Master's will be done; that Nurgle's wishes be fulfilled.

The Galaxy would rot...

( Hobbeebian Outpost number 45-t theta.)

A small Exploration fleet was stationed not to far from the planet that was comsumed by the dark forces. A young commander was in charge of the fleet and decided to investigate what his sensors had picked up. The fleet consisted of 10 Corrilian Class Missile attack ship called the tyranny Ender*, and 50 Corrilian class battle cruisrers called The Endless**. the fleet was small but well armed as where all Hobbeebian Exploration fleets. the young commander had no idea of the power or combat ability of the forces he saw on sensors, but to him this was nothing more then a chance to prove his combat worthyness. The young commander ordere his fleet out to the vast expanse to find his foe.


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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/hobbeeb/TyrantMissileCruiser.jpg

**
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/hobbeeb/unnamed_star_cruiser.jpg

"My Lord; we have another fleet approaching..."

"Let them come; proceed with the operation. We will bring them death and pestilence like any other..." Lucian chuckled as he gestured; the fleets weapons crackling with energy; ready to strike like a coiled serpant. In the bowels of the mighty Plagueships, half-human, once-human things cavorted and scuttled; manning the missles that would smash forth into their enemies; and bless them with the wretched love of Papa Nurgle.

They gurgled and mewled and giggled obscenely; horrid little sycophants to the Lord above; to Lucian; the master of Plague and Death; Nurgle's chosen.

"The master whispers to us-he does-he does!" One gurgled "He tells us things; of plague and pestilence; a galaxy in the throes of fever..."

"We shall have it; have it we shall, have it! Have it! For Nurgle!"

The young commader found what he was looking for, but nothing made sense. The ships he saw on his screen looked to be really old, like they drifted out of a starship junk yard.

" Sir I have detected enegry spike coming from the fleet ahead. Orders?"

" Engage Onmi-sheilds. Weapons to full power and take attack formations. Fire as soon as we learned who they are."

" Aye sir. Hailing now..."

- to the plague ships...

" Hail This is Hobbeebian Explorationary Fleet 45 theta. Why do we have your weapons armed?"...

"Because we can" Lucian's fel whisper drifted forth; a mocking tone laughter upon his lips, "We protect ourselves and our mission from those who would assail us; who would invade and defile all that is ours; Ours by right; ours by the will of Papa Nurgle!" He chuckled slightly. "You are explorers in the vast gulf of the void; you are strangers in a strange land. You come here and ask us why our weapons are armed? It is a time of war and change and all the universe threatens to burn; instead it must rot; and fester. That is his desire..."

"Have we made ourselves clear?"

"Sir were picking up two fleets closing on eachother."

"On screen."

"It looks like sombody was digging through the trash. Those ships look as old as my grandma. What is the other fleet?"

"Hobbeebian Sir."

"Keep an eye on them. If anything happens notify me. And tell the High Command of what sgoing on here."

"Yes Sir."

Captain William H. Derik walks into his ready room, puzzeled of whats going on here.

The young commanders eye grew as he realiozed that talking was not going to solve anything.

" Weapons at full I hope?" asked the young commander

" Aye sir. sheilds and weapons at max." replied another

" I want our weapons at fire as soon a our sensor detect another Spike" ordered the young commander.

" Aye sir."

Weapons on the fleet where placed on response mode. If the rusted fleet fired so would they.

"They won't attack" Lucian's voice cut the air like a knife. "Ahead full; there is work to be done..." The plaguefleet moved like vast steely knifes across the surface of the abyss; scissoring forth in arcs of cruel malice; these diseased hulks ravaging the void with their very presence.

You will let us pass; uninterrupted. We are on a rather tight schedule; our Master awaits us; his will must be done...Pray we do not subject you to his wrath...

" STOP!. If you continue on thi path you will pass into Hobbeebian Territory. We can not let you pass. If you continue I will fire!" Screamed the young commander with a sharp voice.

The Hobbeebian ships targeted the ill sighted vessels, the weapons ready to fire at moments notice.

"You presume to command a Primarch of the Imperium? You intend to challenge the servants of the Plague Lord himself?" A bellow of laughter. "We have greater victims than you, insects. We care not for the Hobeebians; we do not even seek them; unless they invite death through their own foolishness...Continue this rash action and Nurgle's taint shall touch every Hobeebian world; women, men, children; shall fester in the gutter..."

"And you shall have caused it."

The shields and weapons remained Primed; Lucian stared across the void; as though challenging the youth to make his folly complete.

"I'm waiting..."

" I do persume to. Once you cross our lines I will show no mercy. I will enjoy spilling your nastiness into the black void. And If you continue I will fire . DONT tempte me!" yelled the young commander.

" Sir The fleet seems to be moving forward.." reported one of the tech in the bridge.

" Target command sections and critical points. I want them stopped!" yelled the young Commander.

"Do not tempt me; little one...Your souls shall be sweet and your deaths worthless. You shall be but food for the Pestilant One! You shall be nothing but offal to be shovelled into the mouths of the dead; the dead that will burn on every world you call home or have loved...Mark my words."

He turned to his crew "Target key locations; especially those related to the Crew; epsilon Omega class attack protocals. Una Salus Victus..." He chuckled lightly. "Ready; on my mark. Now halt." The ships stopped; the silence; the tension, palpable between the two fleets.

"Deploy countermeasures."

"Aye Lord."

Decoys hurtled out into the void; some broadcast incoherent frequencies; others broadcasting; crackling, seething energy surging about them; disorientating; misleading.

These things were soon outdone though; by a single word and its consequences. "Now."

The fleets weapons thundered and roared; raw gouts of warp energy and lance fire cutting across the void in arcs of blinding energy; missles and torpedoes slammed forward; some merely designed to maim; others containing the gifts of Papa Nurgle to his mortal flock. Dreadclaw boarding pods hurtled forward from amongst this insane throng. Phase fields crackled; hungering for hull to sunder; while within, Plague Marines, Terminator's and Obliterators awaited their chance to cleave and sunder in the name of Nurgle. Their shells crackled with malignant psychic force; their blades dripped corruption; their armors seethed with twisted, cancerous flesh and malevolent runes...

the young commander waited as he saw the hail of Hell coming close to his fleet. Yet he waited. And just before it reached he yelled

" Activate Weapon 3."

The ships glowed bright and a dome of energy formed around them and expanded out Bolts of energy bursted forth and absorbed energy weapons and hit the missile and torpedos making masive explosions as they hit. the dome got bigger expanding ever so closer to the fleet of rust and illness. soo the boarder ships would comeing contact.

( withing the dome.)

the young commander could see what happened and now saw his chance to strike. screaming he said.


" Fire all weapons at located points. Missiles first last. Activate point defence systems. All ships advance forward."

Pod shields flared as they plunged through the maelstorm of energy hurtling towards the enemy fleet as the second wave of attack plunged forth; the mighty guns of the Imperial fleet hammering at the defences of the Hobeebians; weakness and trickery; that was how the Xenos fought; they wouldn't last. Shields flared and howled and hissed; hulls grunted in raw impact as they were hit; but they were built for this; most opened fire again without missing a beat; a roaring tide of violence intent on destroying the Hobeebians.

The boarding pods howled and twisted towards the hull of the Hobeebian vessels; slamming into the cold metal; phase fields roaring; tearing into the hull; forcing itself through; even as the doors blew forth; the Marines surging out. Those that were caught in the path of the initial boarding wave would find themselves standing against bloated, plague-ridden Marines; whose bolters roared into life; and whose dripping weapons carved scars into the walls; making them reek of blood and rust and illness. These things seemed demons; warriors spitting phlegm and blood and puss; men become corpses that killed and roved; all in the name of Nurgle.

Obliterators surged forward; mighty hulks, flesh and armor and weapons all fused as one; dripping, mewling; seething things; who lashed out with lascannon blasts; bellowing in Insane rage; Terminator's drove Powerclaws home while combi-weapons howled. This was Chaos come to power...This was the Glory of Nurgle.

The crew heard the pods make contact. Some where killed by the intial hit as they dug in. The crew activated the counter boarder droids to aid in the repelling. The marines on board geared up and ran to the place of contact. The droids where thier first firing small Sniper cannons. The marines took points and gave cross fire on to the boarder pods exit as the enemy drove though. The smell was horrible. Most marines could smell them as they got to the spot. Other crew members took control of the heavy turret systems on the ships and began to blast the pods that had took hold, and at ones that where still in space.

Soon many ships where hit by weapons fire from the dark fleet. the ones that didn't activate Weapons 3 still had shields and where able to withstand the hits.

Weapons fire continued out of the Hobbeebain ships as the battle ensumed....

On board a Huntarian Empire outpost....

"Sir! Chronosian Impirium is under attack!"

"By whom?"

"..... Looks like a Sith nation sir. Hobbeebia."

"Rouge G.E. member by chance?"

"Doubtful. Sir. Should I send in a small task force?"

"Hold on comm. Send a message first."

"Aye commander."



To The Chronosian Imperium:

We have detected weapons fire within your territory, and found them to be of a "Jedi" like nation. As a member of the G.E. and a ally of the Imperium, we are willing to send assistance if needed. Respond please.



"There sent."

"Good. I've been meaning to test out one of the new Demolisher Battleships (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10150085&postcount=21)...."

OOC:Not anymore. Hobbeebia is now a nation of light. But I still RP as a sith lord.

"Sir the two fleets have engaged eachother."

"Has High command heard of this?"

"Yes Sir there sending a fleet."

"Contact the GFFA also they might wanna here about this."

OOC: Does anybody have a link to the GFFA forum?

OOC:Not anymore. Hobbeebia is now a nation of light. But I still RP as a sith lord.
OOC: Got ya.

" Sir we have another fleet in the area. Shall I hail them?" asked the commsman

" No, We dont have time....... ( looks over at another commasman) I want two more turrets firing before I die you understand!( looks back) Sed a fast one. Ask to see who they are..." yelled the young commander.

OOC: Are you talking to my fleet?

Due to some odd twist of fate, a single ship of the Ashen Empire had found its way into the system mere moments before the two sides had engaged in combat. Its pitch black armor plating seemed as though it had been bombarded with millions of miniscule asteroids. As was with all things Ermorian, it seemed as though it had been there for countless millennia, an ancient derelict, with no signs of life on board. But looks can be deceptive.

A cold, twisted laugh echoed throughout the ship's rather sizable bridge. It came from a Censor who stood right in the middle of it, watching as the situation deteriorated into a skirmish. He wore, as did all of his kind, a pitch black power armor. Green flames erupted from its seams from time to time.

"What is this?! It is as though children bickering over..."

He laughed again.

"The living never seize to amaze me. They always make our duty so much easier for us."

A Dusk Elder hovered at his right side.

"Yes... Not to mention that it seems to be the sole purpose of their", the Dusk Elder pointed its rather transparent right hand at the Chronosian fleet, "very existence."

The Censor laughed out once again.

"... What do they call themselves again? 'Chaos'? Ha! The only success they have ever had is when they fooled Death of his prize."

"That they have done, Lord Censor."

The Censor nodded.

"Hmph. There's always a catch with these..."

"What shall we do now, Lord Censor?"

"Observe. They... Amuse me."

"Sir i just got a signal from the fleet. There here."

"Good. Full thrust. We join the battle."

The Dweladelfian Fleet moved forward like a menace.

Dweladelfian Fleet:

75 Anaconda-Class Distroyers
2 Dweladelfia Class Super Dreadnoughts
25 Exodes Class Battleships
100 Yellowstone Class Cruisers
50 Dreadnought Class Super Carrier

Worms this does not concern you! The voice of Lucian echoed like a hurricane across the comms; his rage fuelled by his lust to bring Nurgle's gifts; Nurgle's glorious gifts to those who stood before him; between he and his prize. Hobeebians, Dweladelfians...It mattered little; but he would not upset the fragile balance of a precarious peace to be, with a mis-placed blow.

This is not your fight Dwedelfians; fight us, and you are seperate from the peace; you cannot expect your GFFA brothers to aid you in a conflict borne of a battle you cannot understand. Vex us; and damnation shall stalk each of your worlds; burn them from the void with the purity of Nurgle's wrath!

The weapons of the fleet howled in primal fury, lashing out again against the Hobeebian fleet; some of the Chronosian vessels writhing in firey turmoil; falling into a silent torpor amongst the stars.

Hobeebian's; we have no true quarrel with you. Allow us to pass; even so much as to bypass your territory; on our way to other systems, and we shall spare you.

A wave of missles; some laced with fusion or graviton warheads; others with explosives; and a select few carrying the most choice of Nurgle's gifts howled towards the Hobeebian's.

It is not too late to save yourselves...

Worms this does not concern you! The voice of Lucian echoed like a hurricane across the comms; his rage fuelled by his lust to bring Nurgle's gifts; Nurgle's glorious gifts to those who stood before him; between he and his prize. Hobeebians, Dweladelfians...It mattered little; but he would not upset the fragile balance of a precarious peace to be, with a mis-placed blow.

This is not your fight Dwedelfians; fight us, and you are seperate from the peace; you cannot expect your GFFA brothers to aid you in a conflict borne of a battle you cannot understand. Vex us; and damnation shall stalk each of your worlds; burn them from the void with the purity of Nurgle's wrath!

The weapons of the fleet howled in primal fury, lashing out again against the Hobeebian fleet; some of the Chronosian vessels writhing in firey turmoil; falling into a silent torpor amongst the stars.

Hobeebian's; we have no true quarrel with you. Allow us to pass; even so much as to bypass your territory; on our way to other systems, and we shall spare you.

A wave of missles; some laced with fusion or graviton warheads; others with explosives; and a select few carrying the most choice of Nurgle's gifts howled towards the Hobeebian's.

It is not too late to save yourselves...

Damnation shall stalk each of your worlds; burn them from the void with the purity of Nurgle's wrath!

"Then Damn you... Fire Dark Nova Missiles."

From the 2 Super Dreadnoughts Dark Nova Missiles came screaching forward towards the Dark Fleet. When they explode Black Holes will spring forth devowering the Dark ships.

A pair of ships leapt out of hyperspace a safe distnce away from the two warring forces.

The ships themselves were remarkable, but only in such a way as to wonder how they were even working. They appeared too have been something created when someone picked up peices from a salvage yard, welded together, and slapped an engine on.

Then again, most ships from Duskwinds tended to look like that.

"This is Red-09, do you copy me Blue-09?" Asked the pilot in one of them.

"Roger that." Responded it's companion over the com. "So what are we seeing?"

"It appears to be a group of warring ships." Said a third voice, this one smooth and silky in comparison to th other hardened ones. "I can sense at least the traces of Force-sensitives among those." A panel lit up in the cockpits of the ships, displaying the Hobbeebian ships.

"What do you beleive we should do, Lady Syr?" Asked Blue-09.

There was a pregnant pause before the Dark Jedi answered. "We will do nothing. Nothing but observe, and report to Lord Koronii when this is over."

Lucian bellowed in foul laughter; his echoing roar alive across the abyss itself as the Chronosian fleet lashed out; obliterating a slew of missles in the counteroffensive; shields strained and crackled as one of the ships on the edge of the formation was torn asunder by a ravenous black hole; before it crumpled in upon itself; vanishing. Lucian turned his attentions towards them; these whorish little beings, poking their noses where it didn't concern them; scorning father Nurgle's designs.

Huntaerian allies; we are under assault by Dwedelfians and Hobbeebians; if you wish to aid us, you are welcome to; the Plague God shall smile upon them; and all their achievements shall be as ashes

Wave after wave of missles and coruscating, writhing warp energy, plunged towards the enemy fleet; fighters surged from their hiding places like hornets looking to strike; a great swarm, hurtling towards the Dwedelfians in a tortured dance of metal and energy.

We give you opportunity now; worm. Leave; these events do not concern you; and shall lead you only to death...

"Fighters coming in."

"Deploy all fighters return fire."

Marine XF-305 and Stinger fights came from the hanger bays of the many ships. Missiles pored from the Dweladelfian ships. As the Dark Fleet missiles began to hit the Dweladelfian fleet, screams could be heard over the comm links as men were thrown into space.

"Sir were losing ships."

OOC: Given that I'm firing at you; you might want to think about posting some losses; that and the fact that you attacked me for more or less no reason, conspire towards me saying "Play fair, or get out." Some detail wouldn't hurt either. I'm really not going to be able to keep up a rapport with 3 lines a post.

*A single parsec away*

"Scanners are picking up combat activities nearby, Sir."

"Who are they, and what are they fighting over?"

"One of them is fighting for the sake of Chaos, the others are unknowns to us. There appears to be no direct cause for this conflict anywhere nearby. How will we act?"

"Like we are supposed to. Have that vector probed, if it is anything of out interest, we will hear about it later..."

Each of the four investigation vessels set out a probe, then continued their endless path through the universe. The four probes would remain here, forming a piramide around the vector, and continue scanning the area while - hopefully - remaining undiscovered by the battling parties within it.

OOC: As I don't actually own a FT nation yet, consider this a very elaborate 'tag' for now. :OOC

Lucian bellowed in foul laughter; his echoing roar alive across the abyss itself as the Chronosian fleet lashed out; obliterating a slew of missles in the counteroffensive; shields strained and crackled as one of the ships on the edge of the formation was torn asunder by a ravenous black hole; before it crumpled in upon itself; vanishing. Lucian turned his attentions towards them; these whorish little beings, poking their noses where it didn't concern them; scorning father Nurgle's designs.

Huntaerian allies; we are under assault by Dwedelfians and Hobbeebians; if you wish to aid us, you are welcome to; the Plague God shall smile upon them; and all their achievements shall be as ashes


"Sir, we just got the confirmation."

"Excellent. This will be a good test..... Ready a fleet of 20 warships with the new Demolisher class Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10150085&postcount=21) as the command ship. I want 10 Imperator Towerless SD's (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9133982&postcount=3), 1 Petulant Class Towerless Star Destroyers, and another 9 Everquest Star Cruisers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9046452&postcount=75). The fools will learn to NOT mess with Huntarian Allies."

"Fleet launched sir."

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OOC: I'm still working on the weaponery description for the Demolisher.
Basicaly, it's Turbolaser firepower has been moved over by two decimal points going from a power out put of 2,800,000 Terrawatts for the Heavy Turbolasers to 280,000,000 Terrawats for the Advanced Heavy Turbolasers, and so forth down the line.

IC:
Captain Mossa walked upon the bridge of the new bridge of the Demolisher Battle ship. The H.M.S. Demolisher is a relatively new design consept with battleships in the Huntarian Empire, and Mossa hopes to make these new weapons an obvious threat to the enemies of the Galactic Empire.

"Sir! Dropping out of hyperspace now!"

"Full stop. On screen."

A new 3D holographic view of the enemy ships were seen on the bridge. Well, well. Hobbebians haven't moved much in the way of technology now have they? To bad for them.

"Send out Phantom Squadron and tell them to cloak their fighters. Have the Petulant TSD raise their ablative armor, and engage our cloak after fighters have been launched. Cause utter terror and chaos..... That's the goal of the new Specter Fleet."

The captain folded his arms as the ship cloaked, masking their gradual approach towards the Hobbebian and Dwedelfian fleets. The fighters were launched from the ITSD Mk III's, masking their squadrons approach as well.
The enemies would only be aware of the PetulantTSD, ITSD's and the Everquest Cruisers.....

The two had kept on their conversation as they watched the ongoing battle - which was now escalating.

The Censor laughed out once again. The situation was getting from somewhat funny to unbelievable.

"... And it only gets better and better! Wonder if they can muster even higher numbers of their friends to come out and play. It'd be so much fun to watch them tear each other apart in massive scale."

"Probably, Lord Censor, although I see no reason why they would do it. And the more come here, the higher is our chance of being seen."

"Yes. But it doesn't really matter now does it? They're too busy pounding each other to death to concern themselves with us..."

"True enough."

The Censor fell silent and crossed his arms. He continued watching the battle.

"My Lord, there appears to be another foreign vessel in the vicinity; actually more than one; there are others from different factions; I'm showing no life-signs on the first."

"Send out an active hail; find out who these intruders are; are they more whining sycophants who desire death as the Dwedelfian's do? Or insufferable do-gooders like the Hobbeebian's; honestly; our work is always thwarted by the self-righteous morality of idiot's and fools."

Lucian spits; his swollen, twisted flesh hissing and seething with raw, carnal rage; the festering ichors in his skin bubbling; Papa Nurgle desired his will be done; disease would take those who stood against them; if they did not smite them first in the name of the True Gods. Chaos would claim their enemies in rains of fire and blood; and the glory of the Imperium would grow; for now, though, what mattered was the brutal nails of plague being driven into this maggot ridden corpse of a galaxy; cruelly impaled by the hammered blows of Nurgle's chosen; they, the Envenomed Fang; he Lucian, Chosen of the Plague God; Plaguelord of the Imperium; master of the Plague Fleet...

The Galactic Federation Witch Finder General Fleet

Many Gothic vessels slowly drifted through space, Monitoring transmissions from various races, this interested Master Witch Finder Cassius, The Galactic Federation were always on the look out For Darkstar Kin, and as such warranted Witch Hunts such as these.... The Darkstar kin had escaped The Dark Zone, Federation space, thousands of years ago, But still the Witch Finder Bretherkin hunted them down with as much Zealous as they did so many years ago...

The Vessels of the Federation Witch Finder fleet were ornate in every way, even down to the floors, Draped in Tassels and artwork depicting the Great Shadow that decended upon the Galaxy that is now known as The Dark Zone...

The ships were decked out in Statues of The Divine Emperor, and Images of Past witch finders and witch Hunts decorated the outer hull of the ships... The Ships were awe inspiring and beautifull.... resplendant in all their glory....
Obsidian Metal hulls, lined with Golden Triming and Bracing....

A Message was sent to all fleets near by...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/TheGalacticFederation.jpg

"We are The Witch Finder General Fleet of the Galactic Federation, All ships are Ordered to make themselves known by order of the Divine Emperor... I am Master Witch Finder General Cassius and this is This is Witch Finder Fleet "Gorgoroth"... We Await your responses... Cassius Out"

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/WitchFinderGeneral.jpg

The Fleet awaited for the Response.....

A new 3D holographic view of the enemy ships were seen on the bridge. Well, well. Hobbebians haven't moved much in the way of technology now have they? To bad for them.


OOC: I beg to differ, Hobbeebians pride them selves on the advances in technology. Cloaking is our dated. And can be detected fairly easily. The best way to go about it would be to dime-phase. Hobbeebian are not tech inferior.......

Still folmulating a response.... for IC:

The Admiral's glazed, dark red eyes gazed disinterestedly at the burning planet before him. November 7, the Dominion's latest conquest. They had struck the tiny colony planet without warning, the droid and cyborg armies of the Corporation had landed suddenly and raped the planet of it resources, and now nothing was left but fire and ash. Those life forms taken prisoner were now slaves aboard the factory ships, the rest had been vaporized with what was left of the planet.
“Sir, the last of the supplies has been loaded on the factory ships- 800 females,” said a robotic officer.
The Admiral turned to face the droid when a series of hacking coughs over took him. Fine, grey mist poured out of his metallic face plate as the coughing fit overtook his body.
“F-fine,” the Admiral said in a hoarse tone between hacks, “Prepare the f-fleet to move to our n-n-next tar… get.”
“Admiral Kurtz,” said a decidedly more organic voice, “We have several capital ships on our sensors… and thousands of fighters.”
“Turn our ships around, captain” the cyborg Admiral said through his grated metal face plate, his wheezing was audible, “Take them head on, I do not care who or what they are. Standard formation- Capitol Ships in front, carriers and factory ships behind- we will melt down their ships and add their men to our workforce.”
The wheezing mishmash of flesh and metal that was Kurtz turned around and glared at his bridge. Unlike the ornate décor of the Witch Finder fleet, Kurtz’s flagship- The Orthanc- had a command center devoid of feeling or art. Computer banks whirred and beeped under massive windows that starred into the nothingness of space. Droid operators manning the computers efficiently responded, dealing with radar bleeps and engine heat with equal interest.
The Captain, a stout old man with short grey hair and a drawn, grey face stood quietly behind Admiral Kurtz- who stood three feet taller than he did.
“Prepare the Orthanc for battle, man all guns,” the Admiral wheezed, his red, robotic eyes eyeing the control room.
“Yessir,” the Captain replied and began issuing orders.
The Dominion’s massive, black armored, dagger shaped, capitol ships turned from the planet November 7 towards space. Behind them blocky factory ships and long, blunt faced carriers formed up and readied for battle. The Dominion’s fleet was unlike any other in the galaxy, it had no base planet. Factory ships manned with droids and slaves built new ships and fighters, while the massive capital ships and carriers, filled with fighters and droid invasion forces, fought for the resources that the factories put to use. The Dominion fleet was the bane of small colonies everywhere- its prey was the unarmed and weak. Kurtz had one simple motivation, to build a fleet strong enough to systematically overthrow the great Empires of the Universe. A tactical genius, the cyborg had both the tactical skill and determination to see his conquest through.
“Hai-hail them,” the Admiral said between coughs as his fleet slowed from hyperspace to the edge of the battle, “We will ally with the filthy Chaos for now, if they’ll have it. Hob-bee- Hobbeebia will fall today. Chaos Tomorrow.”



Transmission from Orthanc to Lord Lucian’s Flagship:
“This is Captain Ernst of the Corporate Dominion Fleet, Lord Lucian we will aid you in your fight… for a price.”

"Sir, we just got the confirmation."

"Excellent. This will be a good test..... Ready a fleet of 20 warships with the new Demolisher class Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10150085&postcount=21) as the command ship. I want 10 Imperator Towerless SD's (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9133982&postcount=3), 1 Petulant Class Towerless Star Destroyers, and another 9 Everquest Star Cruisers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9046452&postcount=75). The fools will learn to NOT mess with Huntarian Allies."

"Fleet launched sir."

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OOC: I'm still working on the weaponery description for the Demolisher.
Basicaly, it's Turbolaser firepower has been moved over by two decimal points going from a power out put of 2,800,000 Terrawatts for the Heavy Turbolasers to 280,000,000 Terrawats for the Advanced Heavy Turbolasers, and so forth down the line.

IC:
Captain Mossa walked upon the bridge of the new bridge of the Demolisher Battle ship. The H.M.S. Demolisher is a relatively new design consept with battleships in the Huntarian Empire, and Mossa hopes to make these new weapons an obvious threat to the enemies of the Galactic Empire.

"Sir! Dropping out of hyperspace now!"

"Full stop. On screen."

A new 3D holographic view of the enemy ships were seen on the bridge. Well, well. Hobbebians haven't moved much in the way of technology now have they? To bad for them.

"Send out Phantom Squadron and tell them to cloak their fighters. Have the Petulant TSD raise their ablative armor, and engage our cloak after fighters have been launched. Cause utter terror and chaos..... That's the goal of the new Specter Fleet."

The captain folded his arms as the ship cloaked, masking their gradual approach towards the Hobbebian and Dwedelfian fleets. The fighters were launched from the ITSD Mk III's, masking their squadrons approach as well.
The enemies would only be aware of the PetulantTSD, ITSD's and the Everquest Cruisers.....

"Sir were picking up emissions. Somthing like cloaked ships."

"Spread fire were those emissions are."

Hundreds of rounds of laser bullets shot from the cannons at the on coming ships.

"Sir theres also another fleet coming in. 20 ships."

He chuckels to himself as he gives his next order.

"20 ships is no match for our fleet. send over some distroyers to stop there advance."

25 Anaconda class distroyers and 35 Yellowstone class cruisers formed a line infront of the advancing Huntaerian fleet. Missiles and cannons cmae ablazed with fire as they shot at the on coming ships.

Inside one of the two ships Lady Syr had upon her face a strange combination of a smirk and a frown.

"Send the report to Koronii and Admiral Re'Uan, this fiasco is growing, and has a chance, however minute that it may spill into Duskwinds."

"My lady, the aggressors are sending out a demand for identification!" Reported Blue-09.

Syr's face noticably twitched. "Fine, open a direct channel to whoever on that ship will accept us."

"I am Lady Syr of the colonies of Duskwinds, we bare you no harm and only wish to observe this battle. I have heard of your exploits, and am deeply honored to observe such a rare chance to see a part of the Chronisian fleet in action."

Another barrage of energy and hellish discharge hurtled towards the Dwedelfian's and the Hobbeebians; waves of seething, hissing energy seeking critical mass; seeking ultimate contact; to destabilise all it touched; to spread anarchy and chaos and disease across the cosmos. That was their goal.

You've heard of us?

Lucian chuckled wryly to himself; ah this, the price of fame...

And what, may I ask, have you heard of us?

"It varies from source to source, but from what we've heard you are quite a powerful empire, one that has invoked fear and suffering upon the galaxy.

We are quite impressed to say the least. And would gladly submit what resources we can to further your cause.

We see you are engaged in battle... would you like our assistance?"

Syr chuckled. "Of course you understand, we can only send a part of the militia, our governement has no military set up at the moment."

Any help would be gladly accepted; and such willingness must surely earn you a place at our table. We are not only an Empire; but leader of an Empire of Empires; the Galactic Empire. Would you like to join us? A wicked grin, that any can be bought so easily by shows and promises of power.

These worms are but sacrifices to the Gods; blessed vessels to be sanctified by Nurgle's tenacious gifts...

"We would be honored to join you, Lord Lucian, follower of Nurgle." Said Syr, bowing deeply.

"I'll send Lord Koronii news of our new alliance." Saaid Red-09.

"No need, I suspect he already knows." Said Lady Syr cryptically.

Only a hyperspace jump away, Lord Koronii smirked to himself. His aprrentice was right, as usual. He did know about the new alliance, and was quite pleased.

He raised his hand to the comm array in front of him, and pressed a button. "Master Youran, how would you like to go on a special mission?" He asked the Dark Jedi.

"This battle seems to grow like a tumor," said the Censor amusedly, and continued, "You'd think that a remote location like this would not attract so many flies in such a short notice, but it apparently does. Everyone wants to fight, no matter what."

The Dusk Elder turned to the Censor, as he had been watching the battle whilst the Censor had spoken.

"The living seem to love killing each other at times. All they need is a seemingly 'evil' faction to make them go practically insane for very little reason. It is not as though these 'Chaos spawn' could really threaten their homes with such a pitiful fleet... Look how easily they slowed down the advancing of those who claim to follow Chaos."

The Censor laughed out.

"I doubt that these 'Chaos spawn' were exactly preparing to battle against anyone with comparable resources to them... Not this early on anyway. They had barely left that putrid piece of flesh behind them. It would do them good to show them death."

"Yes," was all the Dusk Elder was able to say before the Censor interrupted him.

"Ah, look, an incoming transmission," said the Censor, while looking at a display screen, "... Demanding to know who we are. Hahahaha."

He pushed the screen away.

"... What shall we do?"

"Ignore them, of course. We do not answer to those who think they can cheat death."

"Of course."

"No reply; my lord."

"These fools think they can stop us; they think they can tire us and deflect us from the glory of Nurgle; yet this is folly! Arrogant pride and folly; that the young so boldly challenge the throne. We who have overthrown worlds; we who have consumed systems! We the gifted and the blessed; the undying sons of Nurgle!"

Foreign vessels; in the name of the Imperium, we order you to cease your paltry fire. You have engaged us for no just reason; we have stated our terms. End your resistance now; or face our most terrible wrath

The weapons cut arcs against the Hobbeebian and Dwedelfian's; the fleet beginning to move once again; moving forward; preparing for an imminent warp-jump to their next destination; on to new targets; on to new worlds to plague and consume.

"Let's see who dwells in hiding; hm? Knock Knock.." Lucian silently commanded; the weapons of the fleet pounding no longer simply against their living foes; but against the wretched, seemingly deserted vessel that lay upon the battlefield; a crackling blast of warp-cannon; followed by a barrage of missles towards and around the dead ship; while other ships dumped mines and homing missles out into the void; towards their foolish enemies.

"Nurgle's will is fulfilled; our missles that have hit their mark shall spread our grand pestilance; they shall return home as heroes; and bring with them their own damnation. They shall be the last to die; and they shall watch their worlds burn in frenzied fever; these Hobbeebian's and Dwedelfians...."

"Master General..." an ensign spoke, his voice was dry and husky, as though it were filled with a Sand that clogged throat...

"What is it Ensign..." The Generals voice was similar to the Ensigns only different in tone..

"They appear to be disregarding our Hails..."

"Very Well... Send a Volley of Laz shells as a warning shot... Perhaps this is the language they will understand...."

Federal Navy Troopers began hurrying around Laz Batteries, loading in Laz Shells into the breaches of these ancient weapons, Each Navy Trooper prepared to fire, the Breach was closed, and then a few moments later, when each Trooper was ready, A salvo of Laz Battery fire errupted out from The lead Vessel....

Perhaps this time they would be willing to listen....

"Heh. How nice. First they fume about things attacking them in their more or less open transmissions... And now they attack those that have not done anything to them. Do whatever you wish, Dusk Elder," said the Censor and sneered.

The Dusk Elder brought forth a number of brownish gems before his spectral form and chanted silently for a fleeting moment, his whispers echoed throughout the dark ship.

Soon afterwards, the ship's pitch black exterior turned golden, the system's sun's light reflected from it. The gems had crumbled, and a twisted grin came upon the Dusk Elder's transparent face.

"This should be enough for such a halfhearted attempt... But... Evade that light..."

"Understood," was all that the Censor said before he let forth a chilling shriek.

Soon, green flames erupted from the ship's rear, and for the first time it moved, simply in an attempt to evade the warp cannon. The missiles were of little to no concern - due to the Dusk Elder's chants, the ship would not suffer any critical damage, as it were. Maybe it would bend, but it would not break.

The Dusk Elder shrieked. A few other spectral forms materialized behind him.

"Let us see if they desire to go through this path... If they have half a brain, I definitely doubt it. But one never should underestimate the stupidity of their opponents..."

The multiple demands for identification quickly reached the probes, but it took a lot more time before their 'simple' programming had understood what exactly was wanted from it. After that happend, an electronic voice started reading one of the stored pre-made messages.

"...I am an observation probe from the Exodian Empire. I seek no combat, only information. The ship that sent me is long gone, please do not waste your time trying to find it. If left alone, I will cause no harm. What happens when I am not treated with ignorance I will leave to your own imagination. This message will repeat itself for five minutes, then be stopped..."

OOC:Probes are for watching, not for fighting, and not really meant to talk with either...:OOC

OOC: I beg to differ, Hobbeebians pride them selves on the advances in technology. Cloaking is our dated. And can be detected fairly easily. The best way to go about it would be to dime-phase. Hobbeebian are not tech inferior.......

OOC: My people are a bit... Arrogant of their tech. They think they've got it all right and the best. After all, they did manage to fix most of the obvious problems with the Star Destroyer in their TSD designs. Plus, they're a bit.... Isolated.

"Sir were picking up emissions. Somthing like cloaked ships."

"Spread fire were those emissions are."

Hundreds of rounds of laser bullets shot from the cannons at the on coming ships.

"Sir theres also another fleet coming in. 20 ships."

He chuckels to himself as he gives his next order.

"20 ships is no match for our fleet. send over some distroyers to stop there advance."

25 Anaconda class distroyers and 35 Yellowstone class cruisers formed a line infront of the advancing Huntaerian fleet. Missiles and cannons cmae ablazed with fire as they shot at the on coming ships.

OOC: You need some help there with your Rping skills, not bad, but.... Needs to be better.

IC:
"They're attempting to hit us with their weaponery sir."

"With what?" Mossa querried the Tactical Officer.

"Appears to be old laser bullets sir."

"Hmph. Just keep the Demolisher under their fleet and let the ITSD mk III's move on up. Have the Petulant TSD run in the front of the ITSD's to make it look like it's a leading ship. Then, cut off all communication chatter. We're going in purely by stealth. Ready a volly of 100 Tricobalt torpetoes on my command."

"What if they turn out to out number us sir? What then?"

The Captain thought on this question for a bit, but came up with an answer.
"Then, lieutenant, we shall request for backup and have the 5th fleet come in."

"The 5th!?"

"Problem?" Asked Mossa as he glared at the tactical officer.

"Uh.... No sir. Prepairing message.... If needed."

OOC: Working on a fighter IC responce.....

"Sir, we just got the confirmation."

"Excellent. This will be a good test..... Ready a fleet of 20 warships with the new Demolisher class Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10150085&postcount=21) as the command ship. I want 10 Imperator Towerless SD's (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9133982&postcount=3), 1 Petulant Class Towerless Star Destroyers, and another 9 Everquest Star Cruisers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9046452&postcount=75). The fools will learn to NOT mess with Huntarian Allies."

"Fleet launched sir."

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OOC: I'm still working on the weaponery description for the Demolisher.
Basicaly, it's Turbolaser firepower has been moved over by two decimal points going from a power out put of 2,800,000 Terrawatts for the Heavy Turbolasers to 280,000,000 Terrawats for the Advanced Heavy Turbolasers, and so forth down the line.

IC:
Captain Mossa walked upon the bridge of the new bridge of the Demolisher Battle ship. The H.M.S. Demolisher is a relatively new design consept with battleships in the Huntarian Empire, and Mossa hopes to make these new weapons an obvious threat to the enemies of the Galactic Empire.

"Sir! Dropping out of hyperspace now!"

"Full stop. On screen."

A new 3D holographic view of the enemy ships were seen on the bridge. Well, well. Hobbebians haven't moved much in the way of technology now have they? To bad for them.

"Send out Phantom Squadron and tell them to cloak their fighters. Have the Petulant TSD raise their ablative armor, and engage our cloak after fighters have been launched. Cause utter terror and chaos..... That's the goal of the new Specter Fleet."

The captain folded his arms as the ship cloaked, masking their gradual approach towards the Hobbebian and Dwedelfian fleets. The fighters were launched from the ITSD Mk III's, masking their squadrons approach as well.
The enemies would only be aware of the PetulantTSD, ITSD's and the Everquest Cruisers.....



The young Commander was busy try to repel the borders. The interior auto-defence weapons where already in effect and droids marines where also assisting. but not everything the fleet was in trouble. The missile ships didn't have sniper cannons but the others did. The commander ordered that Anti-grav rounds be loaded and fired at the lead ships of the Chronosians. But the young commander also knew that his exploration fleet was not made for full all out combat. He recieved the message from Lucian. He knew he had to stop the fighting...

" This is Hobbeebia. We will let you pass if we both stop hostilities towards each other. We have a route that you can take that will bepass our territory. I will send the location upon your response...."

OOC: My people are a bit... Arrogant of their tech. They think they've got it all right and the best. After all, they did manage to fix most of the obvious problems with the Star Destroyer in their TSD designs. Plus, they're a bit.... Isolated.



OOC: You need some help there with your Rping skills, not bad, but.... Needs to be better.

IC:
"They're attempting to hit us with their weaponery sir."

"With what?" Mossa querried the Tactical Officer.

"Appears to be old laser bullets sir."

"Hmph. Just keep the Demolisher under their fleet and let the ITSD mk III's move on up. Have the Petulant TSD run in the front of the ITSD's to make it look like it's a leading ship. Then, cut off all communication chatter. We're going in purely by stealth. Ready a volly of 100 Tricobalt torpetoes on my command."

"What if they turn out to out number us sir? What then?"

The Captain thought on this question for a bit, but came up with an answer.
"Then, lieutenant, we shall request for backup and have the 5th fleet come in."

"The 5th!?"

"Problem?" Asked Mossa as he glared at the tactical officer.

"Uh.... No sir. Prepairing message.... If needed."

OOC: Working on a fighter IC responce.....


Old laser bullets?

OOC: Yea I know, they are not as ineffective as you would think.