NationStates Jolt Archive

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Imperial technology was a wonderful thing. The Death Star and the Galaxy Gun stood as no better example of the sheer industrial and technological might that was the Galactic Empire.

Also proof of their technological prowess, if not their own paranoia derived from ages of upstarts coming out from the shadows to strike at perceived weak-spots, was their massive FTLi fields. Light-years in radius, and capable of stopping very nearly every single method of Faster than Light Travel, the worlds protected by these juggernauts stood as the proud paragons of the Galactic Empire's dream of safety and security. Well defended and supervised entry and exit corridors allowed travel in and out of each inhibited system, allowing trade and commerce to continue unhindered.

Coruscant, Corellia, Kuat, Bilbringi, Kamino, Pentova, and others harbored these great powerhouses of interdictory might.

It was in this same vein of though that in the far reaches of the Galaxy, in a room darkened save for tactical readouts, showing twilight illumination over volumes of digital intelligence reports, holographic tactical readouts, and the occasional science report.

Several figures stood in the darkness, it was obvious that they had been conversing amongst themselves for many hours. The main tactical readout, a display of the Galaxy entire, was a veritable morass of scribbles, arrows, and circles, and the attention of those assembled was fixated upon it.

"So we're settled then?" General Lear asked from her position beside a stack of intelligence datapads.

"The plan is sound," Maximillian replied. "With the increasing tension, the Cold War mentality has taken firm hold. We would be fools not to act."

"The alliance decided against it though," Achaedus mused.

"But it had wide support," Xenith responded, stopping to take a last swig from his flask and hurl it away. It clattered loudly on the floor before coming to rest. "And even now there is a second drive to rally. We will receive assistance, even if we declare our actions as unilateral and un-affiliated with the alliance."

"Indeed," Baron Skye confirmed. "The plan did much to convince them that a chance to succeed existed. I am surprised that your presence went over so well at the meetings, Xenith."

"What can I say. Bold and bastardly won their hearts."

"Be that as it may," Arcturus said, returning to the present line of discussion, "we are still taking a grave risk. What if they were to strike at us in return? They may be crippled, but their forces would still be easily capable of defeating us."

"So long as we control where they attack, our contingency plans should hold them off long enough for aid to arrive." General Lear turned to regard Arcturus in the darkness. "Besides, we've been preparing ourselves for defense against multiple foes for what seems like ages. Chances are there are contingencies in place that even WE don't know about."

"And the weapon does work," Achaedus stated. "The initial test went down flawlessly."

"Indeed," Baron Skye concluded. "It would seem then that we are agreed upon this course. The preparations have been made, the weapons are ready, let us commence the pursuit of hostilities."

"Awesome," Maximillian's malevolent grin sparkled in the glow of the holoreadouts, and General Lear shuddered slightly in its presence.

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"We've pinpointed the particle's momentum to such a degree that the damn thing could be anywhere in the universe!"

-- Physics One-Liner

It is important to note that in the case of the Probability drive, completion of a jump is considered, for all intents and purposes, a completely natural event, despite the extraordinary circumstances that enables the initiation of the jump. As the completion is simply a particularly disturbing expansion of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, the universe is 'fooled' into doing the majority of the work involved in the jump itself.

To those who neither understand nor care about the specifics of that little aside, the following summary is offered:

There is no FTLinhibitor field in the universe that can stop a probability jump. Even the most rudimentary of inhibitors would prevent initiation of the drive, as the drive requires a suitable baseline to work from, and any disruptions would throw the drive off but good. However, once the thing activated, the vessel would simply be 'at' its destination.

It is with this information in mind that the sudden materialization of a single modified Heighliner occurred within the FTLi fields of each of those imperial worlds mentioned earlier. The economic, military, and industrial centers of the Galactic Empire, they were cloaked in this light-years-wide shield against all who would dare to oppose it by attacking the very worlds that kept it afloat.

Sensor arrays activated instantly. Telemetric data was funneled into a special module held within the massive vessel's bulk, amidst the truly massive warren of specialized apparatus.

--Detecting Inhibitor Field...
--Inhibitor Field Presence Confirmed
--Detecting perturbation profile...
--Checking...
--Checking...
--Checking...
--Perturbation profile fully sequenced.
--Synchronizing...
--Synchronizing...
--Synchronizing...

The vessel seemed to hum slightly as circuits fired, computers hummed to life, neurotronic matrices burbled excitedly, and even the occasional cog turned. After but a few seconds, the humming silenced.

--Synchronization complete.
--Initializing Destabilization Field.

A small bubble of perturbed space radiated from each modified Heighliner as the primary mechanism activated, and soon dissipated. Local though this very occurrence may have been, its effect was instant and widespread.

In every affected system, those entrance corridors that had so long permitted the trade and commerce between the great worlds of the Empire... closed. Without fanfare or protest, they simply pinched off. Ships preparing to leave would find themselves suddenly unable to depart. At first, complaints would fly, and then concern would mount as explanations would be sought.

And out in the depths of each system, at the exact halfway point between the center and exterior of the field, the Heighliners transmitted a single message.

Enough is enough.

For too long has the Galactic Empire held sway in this galaxy. For too long, its farce of a senate has bowed down and licked the boots of the self-styled emperor as his will and cruelty is brought down upon you, the very masses he dominates.

The Galaxy deserves better. All the sentient races of the galaxy deserve better than this travesty of dominion!

You are stranded here, victimized by the same defense measures that kept you secure and submissive. You are marooned, isolated, and quarantined, as the Imperial forces garrisoned over these worlds pose a danger to all.

You are contained. You are locked down.

And so we put it to you, the populace of each world, to end this. There are two things that you can do to achieve such a feat:

ONE, you lay down your weapons, disarm all imperial and affiliated vessels, and surrender peacefully. We will remove the war materiel from your possession and allow you to go about civilian business unhindered save with those planets that do not acquiesce.

TWO, you send your vessels to destroy the mechanism responsible for sealing you away from the rest of the universe. However, it is important to note that as the vessels cannot travel faster than light, their endeavor to disable the mechanism is effectively forced into a timeline of 2-and-a-half to five years.

Pray tell, can you hold out that long?

You are fully welcome to disable the field on your end, however, it will not help. The device at the edge of your systems is designed to generate the field in the absence of the original source and is easily capable of maintaining the field for the necessary timeline, and simply turning off the field will be a useless measure, though you may wish to start conserving fuel.

We really must suggest you take the first option. End this foolishness. Renounce the empire's vaunted 'security' and pave the way for a new era of freedom that while it may sound daunting, really isn't all that bad.

We await your response."

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OOC: Before ya call godmodding about the FTLi, rest assured that I am well aware of how the systems work and can provide IC means of learning how they operate. Essentially consider the weapon as turning their greatest defense against them. The destabilizer reinforces the enemy's own FTLi field, and prevents any precision attempts to breach the field, such as standing entry/exit corridors and FTLi suppression fields, from having any effect. It will also pick up the slack of generating the field in the event that the original is shut down.

This is meant as... well, a bigass war RP, as I am certain that while these worlds are now held captive, there is a vast amount of resources left to be called upon by the various remaining members of the Galactic Empire. It is one alliance, ostensibly against one nation, however I want it kept to one alliance on each side. Technically no others would have a vested interest in joining in on the fun.

Thank you for the attention.

Oh, on another note. Identification of the nation that performed this act is basically not readily achieved. No identification of those behind this action was provided, and while accusations can be hurled, the imperials will unfortunately only be able to guess. Right up until the Godulans/Kythons start the attack on the unquarantined systems.

And please withhold any Ignore squeaks until CW and Chronosia posts their response. I purposefully ended the post at this point in order to allow them a spot to properly react. I DID go over this with both of them.

Message to Whatever the Hell just tried to choke us.

Congradulations, you did nothing. Seeing as our trade DOESN'T COME from the Galactic Empire itself, your plans don't worry us much. You can hop around and have as much fun as you want, because we don't care. Now, shoo off, we have our own matters to attend to, considering were hardly one with Imperialism or the Empire at all.

Um, just have fun with your plans. Make sure not to come in our system, we have suprises of our own.

Have fun!
Caster Oblivion
Chief of Foreign Affairs and Activities

OOC: Truth be told, you won't be directly attacked unless you actively attempt to block the second phase. And it's amusing that you say you have no trade with the Empire yet you are heavily affiliated with them. Token though it may be, some trade is to be expected. However negligible, there would be some effect (keep in mind this wouldn't actually change the nature of your response). Besides, at this point, communications are pointless as whoever would be listening isn't going to respond.

OOC: Truth be told, you won't be directly attacked unless you actively attempt to block the second phase. And it's amusing that you say you have no trade with the Empire yet you are heavily affiliated with them. Token though it may be, some trade is to be expected. However negligible, there would be some effect (keep in mind this wouldn't actually change the nature of your response). Besides, at this point, communications are pointless as whoever would be listening isn't going to respond.

OOC; WHat I'm saying is the only thing my Nation provides is military aide, thats it. So, other than that, My trade comes from other peoples. I was heavily involved back when Unified Sith was in. Now, I'm just a loner.

Anyway, enough thread jacking.

SIC:

Marshal Torusumi, Premier MacIntyre, Marshal Shinseki and Junko Tadanobu called each other and said, with enthusiasm: "FINALLY!"

As a secret mobilization was conducted, a message was sent to the Godulans, saying:

TO GODULAN COMMANDERS-

The Politburo, the Joint Revolutionary Command and Control Staff, and the Grand Council of the People's Acolytes have authorized action against the Galactic Empire and the Chronosian Imperium. We are mobilizing now; we hold off on an open announcement until we are sure of the right course. Tell us what you want us to do, and we will do it.

Commissariat for National Defense

The news that they had received perked up more than a few elf like ears. Of course none of it was a surprise to the new emperor and he quickly dispatched the Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton and seen as the heir to the throne. A pale off white scepter rested in the Emperor's lap while he sat there staring at the one eyed admiral. "Admiral Gaf'ton, it is time to prove that you were indeed the correct decision by the Ex-Emperor's council. Gather the Admirals and Lord Rahl, you have work to do."

The burly, for an Abh, admiral curtly bowed and then walked off.

The key systems of the Abh Empire itself had gone through an FTL lockdown. Now only the means of travelling between systems was through the use of Plane Space. It took an hour or two for Lord Rahl to arrive from the D'Haran system but soon all were gathered in the war room in the capital of Lakfakalae.

Richard calmly made his way into the room and took a seat off to the right at the tactical display table. Gaf'ton walked over and dropped a golden tiarra with wings into his lap. "The Emperor has given you status of Admiral in the Empire and commander of all human forces. Our numbers are now to eight, we now have eight Abh admirals." He stressed the "Abh" part to make sure there were no disputes about his status being that he was the only human in the room.

The Admiral took his position at the head of the table. He filed through a few holos until Gaf'ton finally found what he was looking for. Several systems of dispute had been brought up. "Alright listen up. It seems we have been handed some information about our adversaries and there is no doubt that this will affect us so we must be ready to lend a hand."

The display map quickly flashed and brought up the systems of D'Hara and Vobayrunay, the naval yards of the Abh. "Our forces have been currently going through checks and tests. Lord Rahl, what is the status of the Symphonic Fleet and all of its components?"

Richard had just finished putting the tiarra on his forehead. "Only half completed to what we have been driving at."

"Crew status?"

"Still learning the ropes. I do not wish to throw them into a combat situation prematurly."

"Nor do I." The admiral turned his attention to Admiral Bebaus. "Is the Hybrid finished?"

"Yes your highness. It has gone through all testing phases and is merely sitting around collecting space dust."

Gaf'ton nodded. "Good. I want all of you to make sure your fleets are prepared for battle. I have all ships already prepared. With the lock down and tight patrols, no one should know of their movements until we are ready for them."

"This won't be a problem for you Admiral Bebaus with fighting beside them?"

"No your Highness. The Fifth fleet is always ready to fight for the glory of the Empire."

Communication ships were immediatly dispatched from the Capital city orbiting around the sun. Space Time Bubbles activated and tore through the Sords to give orders to both branches of Star Forces.

Scanning....Singularity event; codified; Bondage....Identifiers: tracing....Source; Godulan Heighliner class vessels; singularity type; Undefined. Advisory; Pending...Codified; Key.

The vast sensor arrays of each system whirred and thrummed, identifying the Godulan vessels that had caused such an...Annoyance. So it had cut off the heart of the Empire; it still existed; it still persisted; endured against this heathen onslaught; this heretic trick. Simply because the Godulan's and their parasites cannot fight as men? That they must...Whorishly parade themselves like gypsies with their tricks. Remiel chuckled; from the great throne of the Chronosian Imperium; he cackled; bellowing in black laughter. He wondered if the Godulan's thought him a fool; a craven fool to disband so easily. To surrender so completely.

He began to speak; his voice carried across the galaxy.

Godulan wretches; yes, we know it's you. How idiotic of you to use your own vessels in your attempts to entrap us; how...Well, honestly I expected the Triad; especially the vaunted Maximillion; to have more balls than to resort to childsplay. Still; I guess I can't expect much from you; idiocy; childishness; foolish little games across the cosmos. I think the jedi might be rubbing off on you.

We will not surrender to your demands; we will not bow to you, we will not follow unjust little demands that you do not follow yourself; you are Horus telling Abaddon to calm himself; you are Stalin telling Hitler to disarm; you are a hypocrytical people, a cowardly people; not worthy of bowing and scraping; not worthy of being conquering; not at all...No; I think only your total destruction will suffice. And that is why; to you and all members of the Galactic Empire; I declare our houses opposed and in a state of war. Coordinates have already been transmitted to our Lord Guardian and our Warmaster; this punishment shall befit the act. There shall be dawn left for you; or any of your kin and kine.

You shall pay dearly for this; you shall pay in blood; and I assure you; merely locking away select systems shall not stymie our victory! This shall not take years; you have sown the wind; and now you must reap the whirlwind.

Remiel rose from his throne; gesturing; a great map of the galaxy unfolding; his hands touching it; altering it; setting for his forces a main objective through the turmoil. A world that would be set to the flame; and territory that would burn; an entire symphony of war unfolding at his fingertips. Let the bastards come; there were enough of them to flatten the rebel dogs beneath their feet; hating them for what? For nothing? Spiteful children attacking out of selfish jealousies. The messages had went forth to the Mekantan's and the Dooman's. To all members of the Empire. This promised to be a most enjoyable war...

Deep within the system of Azaha, ships gathered and readied. The Swarm ships were ready to jump at a moments notice to a singular cue....

OOC: I will help crush the Empies, as my men call them. But how does everyone else know?

OOC: HUGE freaking transmission by Godular may have somethin to do with it...

OOC: And by me

OOC: He said that went to the individual systems. You Imperials would know, but not the other forces.

EDIT: Chronosia, good point.

OOC: He said that went to the individual systems. You Imperials would know, but not the other forces.

OOC: The other forces... You mean Godulars GFFA allies?

OOC: Yes, but I am not sure if it is officially a GFFA war.

((OOC: Everyone who cares knows because Chronosia sent a galactic message. Does that answer your question?))

A Message to the Godulan people;

Right now, your rulers are initiating a nefarious scheme. Starving and isolating countless billions of people. They do this out of an idiotic morality that they themselves would not abide by? Pathetic, yes? Logical? Not in the least. As a result; we send you this message. Unless these little tricks; these arrogant tricks of corrupt fools who don't know the meaning of true combat beyond trickery; who do not know the meaning of diplomacy beyond double-speak and betrayal; are stopped; we shall instigate the following actions.

The worlds of those conquered by the Empirel; shall be annihilated; courtesy of the Golan V platforms in orbit about their worlds. Trillions will die; by their hand and by ours. Our people will not be held to ransom; our Empire will not be threatened by a pipsqueak upstart race such as yourselves. be advised; that the destruction of yourselves and others shall be upon you unless you obey; we never wanted a war; but evidently; Zealots never listen to true reason. Ta Ta, for now.

- Remiel De Drakan, Galactic Emperor.

(OOC:Obviously, I'm playing as Yafor 2 [read the signature!] and this will, most likely be, my re-enterence into FT play. Unlikely that anyone remembers me, nor the glary days of the First Black Crusade, and forgive me for the weakness of this post; I'm in a hurry.)

BIC:

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Planaria Nebulous, the seat of the throne
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Ages had passed and the time of ages had come and gone. The Chronosians now dominated the Galactic Empire, those Chronosians who had caused the Yaforites such pain, those very same upstarts who had been beaten at Vadron, at Azaha, at Orbit Bay, those very same Chronosians who were destined to die at the hands of the Ravager...

But Skarn never forgot. He still recalled those days of ages long passed, where empires had come and gone, without domination. The GFFA had not been formed, then, for those had been the days where Chronosians and Yaforites battled endlessly across the galaxy and the days where fire and blood reigned over steel and technology...

But now war was returning, and Skarn was ready. He had long since prepared his fleets, rarely sending out even colonising armies as the days wore on. He had stayed in the Closed Systems, far beyond the roving eyes of the Chronosian Imperium and far away from the greater eye of all the Universe as a whole. There he had plotted and there, he had formulated his plan...

But now, after days of pondering and preparing, the time was right. Skarn Kazask Al-Koraya could feel it, the burning that rent his veins and gave him sleepless nights, the fire which he had long since been waiting for was, after long last, here. He could not remember another time such as this, when everything seemed so...perfect and Skarn's memory encompassed millenia beyond imagining.

We're back.

Soon the Universe would know...and Chronosia would tremble...

OOC: It's kinda restricted to GE Vs GFFA; as Godular's intro post states.

OOC: It's kinda restricted to GE Vs GFFA; as Godular's intro post states.

OOC:Sorry, if you don't mind, I'll keep my post up - I still do intend to return to FT...sorry about that guys.

OOC: Perhaps Yafor could temporarlily join the GFFA? I would be glad to have another strong ally on my side. (Directed mostly at GFFA top people)

Hold up y'all... me and Chrono are discussin' things. So if we could hold off on the stampede to attack me or the GE, I wanna try to get this thing done up nice and proper.

Our efforts at keeping our actions secret has kinda backfiredededededededed...

The fools had done it they struck at the GE. Neo Zeta had firmly said they wanted no part of the war. With the current politcal situation in Neo Zeta and interventions in Deatharon a war with the GE was most unwanted. As so Neo Zeta begian to withdrawl all fleets to its own borders. Even the fleets that stood side by side with the Humankind Abh their greatist allie withdrew to Neo Zeta. Ships guarding G.F.F.A instalations also withdrew in full. This message was clear. Its their war they can have it but Neo Zeta will not be drawn into it if all can be helped.

Strict Tradeing regulations were put into place banning anything that can be used to build ships or weapons to be traded with any nation in the war. GE,G.F.F.A or otherwise.

For now they watched and hoped for a fast end to the war befor more lives were lost then need be.

A flurry of communications came from within No Endorse. Different parties allied themselves with opposing sides. The rebels sided with the Empire, the government retaliating with an alliance to the GFFA.

Fighting broke out anew in the streets, and in the skies, massive fleets prepared for war. It was time to show the enemy who's boss, both sides thought.

And both sides violated the sacred blood-pact of a Clan War. They sent out for assistance, something that would have horrified their ancestors. But both believed they would have already won, and they were only speeding the inevitable.

Ships continued to fight, planets seethed, and No Endorse continued on.

In the skies of Nelvaan, new ships continued to arrive. Tiny Hirogens and Thrakas swarmed about the massive Hellscreams and new Kolkars. Vul'jin frigates patrolled in formation, guarding the liberated yet conquered worldlet.

A few Nelvaanians had survived the savagery unleashed upon them by the Chronosian cowards. Even now, the Horde worked with them to heal the lands. It would be many years before Nelvaan were whole again, but it would be worth it.

Aboard the command ship of the Second Fleet, Warlord Riikktaak padded his webbed feet across the plasteel floors. Most of the First Fleet had been wiped out in the Battle of Nelvaan, but they had sent the Chronosians packing. Unfortunately, it came at too high a cost. Both the Warlord of the First Fleet and, far more troubling, the High Shaman Drek'thar himself had been lost in the last cowardly volley. Back in the home systems, billions mourned the loss of the greatest holy man and one of the last lieutennants of Durotan the Great.

But now it would be different. Now the Second and Third Fleets would be put into play. Now these Kolkar-class battlecruisers - nearly half-again longer than the Hellscreams and almost doubly armed - could finally flex their muscles. Soon, the Kharanos herself would be out of drydock. Riikktaak couldn't wait to see how the behemoth would do against these fabled "Super" Star Destroyers.

Nelvaan was the first liberated system. The Godulans had locked Imperial forces in their own worlds. Forces across the Federation were mobilizing.

He finished his third helping of Winterfall Firewater. It was going to be a grand year.

Above the Frontier Colony of Europa II, the closest of 2 Colonies of the Federation to the GE; 3 Tatical Fleets appeared in orbit, On the planet surface Marines drilled in the vast Deserts and Jungles. It was time for the Federation to help thier GFFA Allies.

Inside Naval Headquarters on Yukatania, Admirals moved pieces across a holographic "chess board".
"Hm..we should move the 2nd and 5th Tatical Fleets above Eridanus VII."
"Why when we can put them at Troy I."
"Think about it if we attack from two sides we can distrupt them even more."
"Ah I see, good thinking there."

Yuuzhan'tar, Talaaxian Senate

Shoon-mi Esh stood on the Speaker's Dais, watching the faces of the few dozen Senators as they listened to his introduction. Most seemed only half-interested, some seemed to hang on the Speaker's every word, others were openly bored. Typical for the Senate. Sometimes he wondered whether the Yuuzhan Vong would have been better off if he'd just seized the title of Supreme Overlord. At least then decisions could be made quickly, rather than through the lengthy and ultimately pointless debate of the Senate...

"... and so, without further delay, I present to you President Shoon-mi Esh, the Liberator!" The Senators all stood and applauded, some even cheered. In any other crowd he could have felt the anticipation through the Force as he approached the podium, not with the Yuuzhan Vong however. His people were almost entirely bereft of the Force.

"Friends, Comrades, Brothers. I come before you today in order to brief you on the recent happenings in the Galactic Core and throughout the rest of the Galactic Empire. It seems that someone, we do not know who - although the Chronosians blame Godular -, has locked down several key systems in the Core and Colonies regions. No traffic may enter or leave these systems. At first I was perplexed as to what was going on.

However, in reading through the reports of the currently unaccounted for agitator Nom Anor I have come across the outlines of a plan to disrupt Imperial control in just such a way in the event of a GFFA war against the Empire. This information was discussed, not formalized in a meeting of GFFA representatives some years ago. The plan was proposed by the Godulans and supported by Nom Anor, who also offered the services of many mabugat kan. Although we left the GFFA without learning of their war plans, we can assume this is the beginning of such an attack.

We are bound by our agreements with the Galactic Empire to come to it's defense. I'm sure Emperor de Draken will soon call upon our services in just such a role. In the mean time, I propose that this body put the Navy on high alert and the nation on a war footing. I propose we double our fleet presence on the Abh border and ready a task force for immediate deployment to the Core Regions if it is needed. I, of course, cannot order these things without the approval of the Senate so I ask you to make the decision. I also ask that you make the decision speedily because there is very little time and soon the aggressors may be on our own doorsteps. Thank you."

Stepping away from the podium and walking off the dais, Shoon-mi couldn't help but feel the discord rising within the chamber already. Many would support war, probably a majority. The problem, however, was the issue of involvement. Should the Yuuzhan Vong go on the offensive? Should they defend Yuuzhan Vong space only? Should they act to aid all of their allies? These were the questions the Senate now faced. The answers would take time, but they would come.

Um... snip?

Maximillian and Xenith were having their standard giggle at the response.

"For such a typically verbose rebuttal, I find it amusing that he used the word 'balls'."

"I know! Its awesome! And that last bit... you have eaten the chili, now you must suffer the screaming shits!"

"You sounded JUST like him. Which is scary, cuz I'm the one with the magic voice."

GENTLEMEN.

Baron Skye's mental pulse stopped them in the middle of their mirth. "Keep in mind that while we have crippled the imperials, their allies, and even the bulk of the Chronosian forces, remains unscathed. We have hurt them. We have hurt them severely, but they are nowhere near crippled at the present time. Now is the time of the Guerrilla war. Everything we do from this point on is to weaken the resolve of the enemy and strengthen the resolve of the cause. This is a very fine line we walk from this point on. We deal with not one, but many suicidal and genocidal armies, and it is our purpose to bring the bloody lot of them to their knees."

Maximillian's sharktoothed grin unsettled even Skye. "The Kythons have been wanting to feed. For once they will be unleashed to fulfill the purpose of their design."

"Be that as it may, they, and we, are still outnumbered. Even with our allies at our side, we will be hard pressed to achieve victory. This conflict will require great levels of guile in order for us to emerge successful. Cowards he can call us, but when the losses start to mount, I think he'll find that we were more than willing to do what was necessary."

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So be it.

Ours is the vision of a galaxy without an emperor. Without an overriding authority such as yourself to make the decision of all without paying heed to their wants or needs.

We understand their pain. We do not wish them to suffer. We care not what you think, you murderous bastard. Yours is but one quailing voice among many.

The option to end this conflict is put to you, 'citizens' of the Empire. End the hegemony. Renounce the imperials. Embrace freedom and the possibility of not living under the heel of an arrogant emperor who presumes to send you to the grave simply to satisfy his own insecurities.

To the Chronosians, and to those who seek to fight for the Chronosians, we assure you this:

You will get nothing from us, for not even death can keep us down. Should our demise come, we will go into the twilight knowing that with our departure came the destruction of those who would hold this galaxy in chains and shackles.

The tides of time are unstoppable, and even the stoutest mountains fall victim to its wrath.

To the other members of the Galactic Empire, whether you choose to fight alongside Chronosia or not is your prerogative. Know that we will not attack you unless provoked by your actions into doing so. We wish to keep this as bloodless as possible, so we put it to you to prevent this madness from escalating.

And with that transmission relayed, the Godulan fleets assembled.

EDITED TO ADD: As the Godulans are doing this somewhat unilaterally, and hoping for assistance from random sources, its seems a tad disingenuous of me to say that this would directly be a GFFA v. GE war. More like Me & Co, versus the GE. I would suspect at this moment that such a distinction would have a negligible effect on the actual RP, though. I'll call a limit if it gets too out of hand though. I don't want this to be a clusterfuck with respect to either side. I was treading thin ice to begin with.

All this did not escape the eyes and ears of the Shofar Intelligence Agency, and soon information poured in from ships stationed across the galaxy.

In the Senate War Room the Agency's Director pointed out much of what was going on. The Imperial locked down systems, national borders, and the mobilizing fleets of their allies. Chancellor Ryak, followed the Director's briefing to its end. "So that's it then? It has begun?"

"From all appearances Sir. The Chronosians will not let this go unpunished, they will assuredly strike at Godular. Allied fleets are amassing and mobilizing, and from what we can tell of the Empire, some of its members are doing the same... I wish you had listened to me during the Talaaxian Civil War, I had a feeling we would regret aiding the rebels."

"No Director, never regret our part in the cause of freedom, no matter how those we help spend their freedom." He then turned to his Defense Minister. "Marshal, what do you advise?"

Marshal Rho stared at the board with his right eye, his left had been lost during the First Fleet's last stand in the Koobi System. Very few Tidani survived that battle, many lost in the last hours protecting the then-Admiral and his ship. "Chronosia is a cruel and proud power. Simply the symbolism of the Godulan's attack is likely to be met with all force. Power in the Empire is very much in the eyes of the navy, the people, and their leaders. If the Emperor appears weak, it will invite internal struggle and power grabs. We must aid the Godulans, for if they lose there is nothing to stop the Chronosians from deciding to hunt us down for our part in the defence of Nelvaan. Now is the time Chancellor."

The Chancellor took it all in. This was a big decision, more than aiding an ally's skirmish in the outer rim. This was all out war. "So be it, we will take our place in the annals of time. Prepare the fleets, contact our allies and find out who is involved, then find out what the Godulans would have us do. The Republic is at war."

(ooc: oh ya, and TAG)

Marines drilled on the surface of Europa II, entire Armour Division drilled in combat situations. Infantry Division practiced taking fortified posistions and ship breaching.

Above the Planet the Fleets engaged in practice fights against one another. Orbital Defence Platforms ran defence runs. Everything was coming together, the biggest deployment of Yukatan Forces was going to take place.

Eridanus VII, the 2nd and 5th Tatical Fleets sliped into the system. The ship's AI's ran caculations of Battle's, Captains ran crew checks. It seemed that everything was ready.

Far away from the battle lines, on Tarsonis, preperations were beginning for their contribution to the war. Finally, Task Fleet Death was mobile again, witha new flagship, and all of its repairs completed. Death was not the only completed Task Fleet either, all of them had been damaged in various recent battles, but now all 7 of the Task Fleets were complete, and 4 were still available for action. Even the Terran Battleglobe was ready for combat, its damage from the Yuuzhan Vong war fully repaired.

First Prince Julian K'Tan listened to the message sent by Chronosia. "So it has begun." he said. "The two powers will fight, and they will annihilate one or both. I intend to make it them." he turned to Warlord Jandar Iltazyara "Prepare the First K’Tan guards, and ready all other forces. We are at Full Mobilization. I will make the speech now.” He walked out into the War Room, and began a speech that was broadcast on almost all channels on Avalon, and transmitted by HPG to all other planets, where it was broadcast again.

"People of Starenell." He smiled, partly a kind smile, partly the smile of a wolf anticpating a hunt. "Today war has begun with the Galactic Empire. I have moved Starenell to Full Mobilization. We will destroy the Empire, and all its allies. Today we begin an epic battle. Today we march to War! May the Wind Warrior smile upon us."

With that the transmission ended. The Armed Forces of Starenell jumped into action. Everywhere, all troops prepared for battle, and threw themselves into their trainig with new enthusiasm. New army recruits poured in, they would not see battle for a time but they would fight. Starenell was going to war.

Earth SSR-

Premier MacIntyre stood assembled in front of the Politburo. He straightened his tie, and looked over his notes.

The mobilizations had already begun in secret, as men and materiel were being assembled all over for the inevitable conflict. But, with the whirlwind of declarations, mobilizations, and other actions, it was time to go into the open. It was time to stand in solidarity, to use a word oft-abused by the Socialist government, with the Godulans and the GFFA.

MacIntyre coughed, took a drink, and began to speak.

"Workers and Peasants, good Representatives-

As you may or may not have heard, the Galactic Empire has been locked down by an unknown force. Their key systems are being blockaded as we speak, and the Chronosians have mobilized in response, with a full declaration of war. Rumors are circulating that Godular is mobilizing as well to fight the Chronosians, as well. I cannot confirm or deny these rumors.

But what I can say is this. I have spoken with members of this very governing body already. I have spoken with members of the Joint Revolutionary Command and Control Council. And, I have spoken to the Grand Council of the People's Acolytes.

Their consensus is that the Workers and Peasants of ALL NATIONS would be better off without the menace of Chronosia, then with.

We trusted them once. But when the workingmen of the galaxy must suffer the long train of abuses committed by their agents, when their own people are reduced to misery and slavery under the whims of evil gods and cruel masters, and when they spread that misry to others through manipulation and war, one must ponder if that trust if misplaced.

We have already begun mobilization. The Workers And Peasants are being mobilized as we speak, to fight as citizen-soldiers who will bring liberty and freedom from exploitation. Ships are being moved.

Now, all we need to make it official is a declaration of war. So, therefore, having obtained permission, I am now utterly free to say that the Workers and Peasants of New Dornalia do declare utter and total war against the Chronisian Imperium. This declaration extends to those in the Galactic Empire who provide material comfort and aid to Chronosia.

Now that this is done, we will not take one step back! We will show the slaves of the false Chaos Gods that the Will of the Workers is stronger than any challenge they place!



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Meanwhile, four of the great Drama Casserole System Dominance Ships were being mobilized, as were four fleets to aid the allies.

The Four Fleets were composed of:

10 Mao Zedong III's
10 Prochkhorovka II's
20 Trotsky Escort Carriers
20 Zaitsev II ISD's
20 Relay Mobile Suit Carriers

In the meantime, the call went out for recruitment.....and the nation began gearing up for war.

OOC: Tag, because thread tools aren't working (again)...

Time had steadily slipped by with the furry of communication ships darting in out of nearby sords to report to all forces of the situation within the Empire. All actions were being done quietly so no one would know. Any and all Talaaxian citizens still inside the borders were promptly and politely put on a transport and sent back into Talaaxian space.

Now with the only citizens being that of the Abh Empire and that of a few other close allies, confidentiality was assured. Forces could begin moving into place freely without worry as long as they stayed in certain designated systems.

The War Room was fastly filling up with Commanders and the Admirals. Imperial Admiral Abriel Gaf'ton stood at the head of the tactical display table. "As you all know the situation is escalating drastically with nations across the galaxy throwing forces into this conflict. I know I ask a lot of you in this will undoubtedly be the largest engagement the Empire will have seen since the years of fighting the United Mankind. I cannot promise you that we will all come back alive but I can promise you that we do this in the protection of our people and Empire. Since the founding of our nation and navy, the Abh have been dedicating to ensuring that something like this would never happen. Unfortunatly we have learned that can never be but we can make our corner of the galaxy just a bit safer for us. Fighting this war is only one insignifcant step we are taking to achieve this feat."

The Abh admiral pulled the tactical display back to life. "Neo Zeta has officialy pulled all forces and will not send aid to any side. They have even gone as far as to remove all ships from our side without even knowing that we were preparing for a confrontation. That is why several systems have been sealed off, to prevent further information from being leaked. A trouble spot along our border would be Talaax. No doubt they are making sure that their borders are well secured. I say let them but we also have to look at this as a possible incursion point for invasion. However I feel sorry for anyone that thinks we will be weakened because we move to attack will be sorely disappointed. The entirity of the Abh Star Forces branch will stay behind to keep our people safe. Even the FTLi fields will not be able to hinder our forces in the name of our defense. I need a volunteer to stay behind and lead those forces for our defense and preferably an Admiral. It obviously cannot be Lord Rahl so I ask the rest of you six."

The room was silent for a moment. A woman stood up at the other end of the table. Her silver winged tiarra remaining perfectly still on her pale forehead. "I will stay your Highness and see to our defense. I wish my comrades the best in their indevurs." The woman sat back down and sighed.

Gaf'ton gave an almost apologetic smile. "Thank you Admiral Wakapale. Your record is exemplory and I do not doubt that the Empire's safety will be well in your hands. Now onto the rest of the matters at hand. I have the list of assignments for this mess starting with the Head Hunter Squadron. Captain Atosuryua will take the first Whitestar division under Lord Rahl's command. Kilo-commander Abriel Lafiel, you have been promoted to the Head Hunter Squadron and now retain the rank of Captain. You will be in charge of the squadron under my command. I imagine your husband will be your Chief of Staff."

Lafiel nodded. "That is correct. Count Hyde shall be my Chie of Staff."

"Captain Lexshue you will take charge of the Phantom Forces and place in charge commanders that you believe capable of handling detachments. Lord Rahl will maintain the heavy destroyer groups while the rest of us will maintain a typical fleet build up. Lord Rahl, you will need to have your men in place and lined up."

The door slid open and in walked a tired a raggedy Keirn've. "Sorry I'm late your Highness. There was a little trouble getting away from my assignment. You called?"

Gaf'ton nodded. "Take a seat. It is not the Abh style but we may be fighting ground wars and the Abh+ marines will have to go in. What is their status?"

"Well as you said, it is not our style to fight ground wars so they have been training constantly along with the First Phial on Lord Rahl's leave. In thier limited encounters with invading Ankhmet and the war with Seymour, they have not been beaten. But there is a first for everything."

The Imperial Admiral nodded again. "That will have to do. Our factories have been working overtime so they will be accompanied by a substantial amount of armor support."

The meeting was concluding as he looked around the room. "Are there any questions?"

There were none...

OOC: Tag for now. I'll be sending in a fleet later on tonight.

ooc ok curious about this, is this open to non Galactic empire members? ie helping out the beleagured empire, my nation Tannelorn isnormally involved in mars stuff but i want to branch out to other groups, and i am very interested. if its ok say so and give my nation itself [tannelorn] a message so i know if its cool lol. my nation is based in space, has 355 military lol has a very very very big fleet, so even if outnumbered the GE can count on their new "ally" to help lol so if its cool i am really really interested in joining. but i can say right now the best way to do a big war is in several threads for several fronts.

ooc: We're trying to keep this strictly Godular&co. VS GE. This is for size considerations. Yeah we're going to make several threads, but this is our starting point.

As for multiple threads, I'll take on one nation from each side in a seperate thread if they don't want to go on in the massive slug-fest at hand, but still be a part of the war. (However, I'll need one nation from each side to do that. Otherwise, I'm here all the way!)

OOC: lets try and keep this less ooc as possible?

Yuuzhan'tar, Talaaxian Senate

"...fools! That's right fools! We'd be fools to get involved in this war. Have we not already forgotten the last time our people fought a full scale war against the inhabitants of this galaxy? Disaster! Near slavery! Near extinction! A war would be a mistake, comrades..." A Senator, representing the twin planets of Pyria I and II, announced on the floor of the Senate chamber. Old enough to remember the devastation wrought on those worlds in the civil war, this particular senator was a devout pacifist.

"You exaggerate! This war offers our people many benefits. Many opportunities. We must act on them! We can and will win!" Another senator shouted over the rest of the last one's speech and was met with cries of "hear, hear!".

Shoon-mi Esh watched on seemingly disinterested. By his mental count the Senate would vote in favour of war 64-20. A vast majority. An hour later, his prediction was proven correct. A declaration of support was sent to Coruscant and messages sent to fleet groups to ready for war. A major task force would be put together for operations in conjunction with Imperial forces. At the same time, several fleet groups would tighten security along the Abh border but under no circumstances act in any way that could be misinterpreted as offensive. A message was also wired to the Abh government.

To the Government of The Humankind Abh

Although war seems to be being pressed upon our two peoples, I believe we should endeavour to avoid any hostilities. Our alliance is still binding as far as I am concerned. I, and the Yuuzhan Vong people, do not wish war with the Abh. We stand by our honour agreement not to enter into a war with your people unless provoked. Our commitment to the alliance will not waver so long as we are not provoked.

In the spirit of openness, I wish to inform you that three fleet groups, or around 600 vessels have moved to your border region as I have no doubt similar numbers of your own vessels have done. Their mission there is simply a protective one. We mean no mistrust, we must simply keep the security of Yuuzhan Vong space as a high priority. These forces will not act unless attacked first. We wish for that to stay that way.

I would like to propose an agreement, whereby our two peoples, though on opposite sides of this conflict, agree not to engage in hostilities with each other. We would limit ships along our border to no more than 600 per nation in order to attempt to avoid an unfortunate incident. I trust you will agree.

Shoon-mi Esh.

Forces Committed to Imperial Cause

New Fleet
40 Prophet-class Star Dreadnoughts
400 Sekot-class Cruisers
700 Pirya-class Frigate/Gunships

Old Fleet (Classic Yuuzhan Vong)

100 Kor Chokk Grand Cruisers
50 Uro-lk Va'hl Battleships
150 Mi'id Ro'ik Cruisers
250 Matalok Cruisers
50 Ro'ik Chuun M'arh Frigates
20 A-vek Iiluunu Carriers
100,000 Coralskippers

52,320 Dasan-Class Fighters

Open Channel
Tightband Communication
Code Alpha
Destination: Relay Station 32
Destination 2: All allies concerned
Begin Message
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War is not a good practice, but sometimes war is a necessary evil. We are therefore, sending what ever aid we can to help you in this fight.
In addition, we have begun a massive program of converting all available merchant transports into medical and rehabilitation ships for the wounded.

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From the Emperors desk.
From the ministry of Defense.
From the ministry of External affairs.


Ships being sent:
10 Carriers
10 Heavy Cruisers
50 Destroyers
300 Assault frigates
200 Ion Cannon Frigates
100 Support Frigates

300 Interceptors
200 Bombers
250 Multi Gun Corvettes

The run of the mill preparations were still going on when the communication came through from the Talaaxian government. The new Emperor read it all with very little complaint though there were a few minor details to be concerned about.

With a few taps of the arm rest on the throne, he was immediatly in contact with communications in the palace. "Communications, I need a message sent to the government of Talaax. I believe regular transmissions will be fine and no need for the villip."

"Yes your majesty."

Communication to the government of Talaax
I will agree to your temrs as long as both forces keep a proper distance from the border of our respective nations. A branch of Star Forces will remain behind to maintain the security of our nation as we have no desire to leave our home open for attack. I assert that this force is substantial for a good reason.

While we will continue to honor our alliance with you and avoid confrontation, it is the company that you now keep that concerns me from a military perspective. We will keep that border well fortified but make no incursion across unless provoked.

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne: Dubeusec

OOC: The Miehmish Contribution to the GEs defense

700 Carriers

420 Arbiters

Task Fleet 1, Pestilence, Task Fleet 2, Famine, Task Fleet 3, War, Task Fleet 4, Death.

Metal Militia II SuperDreadnought, 4: Pestilence, Famine, War, Death

Metal Militia Dreadnoughts, 12 Cure, Fixxxer, - Human, King Nothing, Thorn Within, Sandman, St. Anger, Monster, Ktulu, Justice, Lightning, Hero.

120 Leviathan Battlecruisers

480 Podlayers

4,000 Genesis Interceptors

4,000 Scouts

4,000 Corsairs

40,000 Wraiths

2,000 Valkyries

1,200 Legion Gunships

2,000 Grizzly Gunships

Anagonia will stay its hand until further requested by the Imperial Empire. Our forces are on High Alert, and we will not hesitate to send them in.

OOC: The Miehmish Contribution to the GEs defense

700 Carriers

420 Arbiters

Task Fleet 1, Pestilence, Task Fleet 2, Famine, Task Fleet 3, War, Task Fleet 4, Death.

Metal Militia II SuperDreadnought, 4: Pestilence, Famine, War, Death

snip

(ooc: MM you already have War, and Metal Militia II deployed here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10271750&postcount=14))

(ooc: MM you already have War, and Metal Militia II deployed here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10271750&postcount=14))

OOC: Ok. I thought I had Four Horsemen deployed against TFU. And Metal Militia II is the class of the ships. I'll simply change the post ith TFU, since thre's really no difference in the various Fleets. I'm just too lazy to change the names on here.

New Cape Quest, Altera - Section 7 Building - Tactical Situation Room

"It was nice of Galactic Patrol to loan us, fully crewed, those twelve crusiers and six dreadnaughts."

"Agreed, Commodore. At this point in time, SeaQuest must remain out of the war with the Galactic Empire."

"I'm fully with you on that, Admiral. What a stroke of luck with that Universal Senate (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=461835) formed by Thrasia."

"Yes, it was. Last I heard, Chronosia had sent a delegate to the first meeting. This may be the only thing which protects us for the time being."

"Agreed. We need to take down the Macronesian Alliance forces first. They would eagerly take advantage of the distraction war with another power would bring."

SeaQuest controlled wormhole to Milky Way Galaxy - Milky Way side

Eighteen massive, tear-drop shaped ships emerged from the swirling blue vortex of the wormhole's mouth. Twelve were of a singularly large size, but the remaining six were much larger. The Galactic Patrol fleet sent to help protect the SeaQuestian holdings around the wormhole in the Milky Way Galaxy had arrived. The twelve cruisers and six dreadnaughts made their way towards the border closest to where Chronosian space was located and began their jaunt around the edge of SeaQuestian space in the Milky Way. They would challenge any ship they came across of non-allied origin. Also, due to their tear-drop design, they were quite able to outrun many ships and outgun any that could catch them.

OOC: I talked to GP, and he said it was alright with him with me RP'ing his ships like this.

Note: GP's ship, using the technology he has, don't do light-years per hour, they do parsecs per hour. I don't have the exact figure he gave me, but they are fast.

His Majesty Emperor Avondale the III read the message Chronosia sent. "It seems we have a war on our hands." He said as he looks across his desk at his Military Leaders. Prince Avondale the IV was at the right hand of his father. "I suggest we call an Emergency meeting of the Senate." "Yes that would be advisable." "Send for the Senators Mr. Prime Minister." "Yes Milord."

The Prime Minister walked out of the room. He walked down a long hallway to were his office was located. He entered his security code and entered the room. "Computer lights." lights came on and the Prime minister sat at his desk. He opened a control panel and sent a message to all the senators to be at the Senate building.

2 Hours later


President of the Senate Albert H. Wilson stood at his podium at the senate building. "Ladies and Gentle men. I bring grave tidings that the GFFA is going to War with the GE. We must now choose to join this conflict or stand aside." Senator Samantha J. R. Stood up. "I believe that going to war is the only option we can take. We made a pledge to the GFFA to protect other GFFA members. And now while other members are being tormented we just stand here jabbing about weather or not to protect innocent lives." A few senators good be heard shouting out "Here Here." Wilson nods to the senator. "Are there any more comments?" Silence took the room. "Ok then, clerk please unlock the voting machine. Buzzes could be heard as the board behind the President of the senate lit up with green lights. "What is the consensus?" "89 Yes 0 Nays." "It is unanimous.... We go to war." Cheers arrows as senators cheered.

OOC: All post deployment tonight.

IC:

The various Shipyards and Military Reservations around New Dornalia roared to life. The Five Fleets that had been assembled were of considerable power, armed with guns that many considered heavy and up. But, more were needed, and more were being made-five more, to be exact.

SIC:

In the meantime, the People's Acolytes were contemplating strategy, as was the rest of the JRCCC.

Also, to accompany this, a flurry of new projects were commissioned or given new life. The Force based cloaking system called "Firefox," for example, was to be simplified, and massproduced for installation on most ships. Transporter and quantum computer projects, something that would require massive investment yet were within reach due to the massive forces already harnessed by the Workers State, were given funding.

And, two of the battle suits purchased from Mini Miehm before the war had started were to be sent to Qinghai, on Earth, to undergo reverse engineering. It would be expensive to make copies, but they would use the technologies within to improve existing Kurosawa suits and infantry armor and weapons.

"Let's see here...new comet, three new star systems, Huntarian fleet movements... ND force deployment intel...Godulan Lockdown of key Imperial systems...wai-WHA?!"

A young officer, another nameless face inside Eshirian ACE Recon headquarters jumped from his desk and ran towards the back of the main hall where he worked. The hundreds of other terminals with their glowing monitors and diligent attendants whisked by as he weaved his way to his destination. A large door, and a large plaque proclaiming BOSS, stood before him. He paused, and gingerly knocked twice. A loud, booming voice thundered "YES??? COME IN!"

The young officer almost tripped as he opened the door and bumbled in. "Uh, uh, sir? There's something you'd probably want to see here." He said as he timidly offered a small datapadd.

The large man he faced snatched the padd away and looked it over. His small eyes rapidly scanning the text.

"WHAT??? HAHAHAHA!!!!! THE NERVE OF THEM!!!" Boomed the BOSS as he threw down the padd onto his desk. "DISPATCH BACK TO COMMAND. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

"Yes, sir!" the young officer cried out in fear and snatched the padd back running out of the office.


Three Hours Later...
Over a small world in the deepest reach of the Aphotic Galaxy, a massive bulk covered the small planet in near complete shadow. The Exas-1 Battlestation held orbit over the speck of dirt while all around it, hundreds of ships began jumping through. Elements of what few forces could be gathered were assembled here. Though stretched thin with commitments in No Endorse, guard duty over New Dornalia, thousand ship exploration fleets in the Unknown Regions, and a massive force commitment holding over the DMZ with the Huntaerian Empire, Eshirian forces still held strong and ready. The Galatic Empire was under siege, and the Sovereignty couldn't be payed anything short of the universe to miss it.

The First K'Tan Guards readied. When the full unit was gathered, it consisted of:

9,000 Sabutai Class Fighters
1,000 Windclaw Class Fighters
10 Wolfsbite Class Carriers
1 Corsair Class Guardian

More units would be sent soon, but these solidiers were ready for the front line, and they awaited orders from the AFS Command.

IC:

The various Shipyards and Military Reservations around New Dornalia roared to life. The Five Fleets that had been assembled were of considerable power, armed with guns that many considered heavy and up. But, more were needed, and more were being made-five more, to be exact.

SIC:

In the meantime, the People's Acolytes were contemplating strategy, as was the rest of the JRCCC.

Also, to accompany this, a flurry of new projects were commissioned or given new life. The Force based cloaking system called "Firefox," for example, was to be simplified, and massproduced for installation on most ships. Transporter and quantum computer projects, something that would require massive investment yet were within reach due to the massive forces already harnessed by the Workers State, were given funding.

And, two of the battle suits purchased from Mini Miehm before the war had started were to be sent to Qinghai, on Earth, to undergo reverse engineering. It would be expensive to make copies, but they would use the technologies within to improve existing Kurosawa suits and infantry armor and weapons.

OOC: Hehehe... I wondered when you'd remember that. Time for a wonderful surprise... Reverse engineering is a wonderful thing. Especially when you're trying to reverse engineer something with a Kill Rubric.

IC:

Any attempt to revers engineer a Terran ACS Suit was met with a wonderful effect. Simply put, the first attempt to open up any of the Suits without the MANUFACTURERS codes would result in immediate detonation of the Anti-Matter power plants in the entire series of suits. New Dornalia had been sold an entire series, and when the first suit was opened up, each and every one that they had recieved detonated with the force of a 3 MEGATON nuclear device.

OOC: NEVER TRY TO REVERSE ENGINEER SOMETHING WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION! Especially not with me involved. Odds are it'll blow up quite spectacularly.

OOC: Hehehe... I wondered when you'd remember that. Time for a wonderful surprise... Reverse engineering is a wonderful thing. Especially when you're trying to reverse engineer something with a Kill Rubric.

IC:

Any attempt to revers engineer a Terran ACS Suit was met with a wonderful effect. Simply put, the first attempt to open up any of the Suits without the MANUFACTURERS codes would result in immediate detonation of the Anti-Matter power plants in the entire series of suits. New Dornalia had been sold an entire series, and when the first suit was opened up, each and every one that they had recieved detonated with the force of a 3 MEGATON nuclear device.

OOC: NEVER TRY TO REVERSE ENGINEER SOMETHING WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION! Especially not with me involved. Odds are it'll blow up quite spectacularly.

OOC: I knew this would happen. I won't go ahead with it then, eh?

ooc: What happens if the armor is penetrated? Since the interior of the suit is exposed, wouldn't that set off the charge? Or what about opening for routine maintenance? Bad idea...

Also, you describe it as relying on the suit's reactor. What happens if they've purged it?

(OOC: You know, NE, as a person who has been in the business of selling specialized weapons before, take it from me... These things just happen. Don't question them, as everyone in NS is capable of building a magical device that circumvents each and every on of the points you've just mentioned. >_~, ^_^ .

EDIT: Ah, I see you've deleted it, well, I'll still leave this here anyway. Heh heh.)

OOC: I knew this would happen. I won't go ahead with it then, eh?

OOC: No escape... I'm a very cruel person, especially when people try things likethis without my permission. I'm actually going to blow the suits if they enter combat anyway, so, this is just accelerating the timetable a bit. Just ask Kraven about how vindictive I can be. Those suits will be blown up. It's just up to you hen it happens.

OOC: No escape... I'm a very cruel person, especially when people try things likethis without my permission. I'm actually going to blow the suits if they enter combat anyway, so, this is just accelerating the timetable a bit. Just ask Kraven about how vindictive I can be. Those suits will be blown up. It's just up to you hen it happens.

OOC: Very well then. Ignore the TG you just got about that, asking the same question.

EDIT: Factoring in the fact Qinghai is a province, not a city....oy...

IC:

As the suits entered Qinghai, and were opened in Golmud and Xinghai...

...a massive dual explosion could be seen from orbit.

As for the other suits, which were stored in a facility in the New Territories, that facility mysteriously exploded in a hail of fire, and a huge area of space, including that facility, and two nearby planets, though relatively minor, were obliterated and torn asunder.

Total casualties were about a few million people dead, hundreds of millions more injured in the subsequent shockwaves that followed, many in the New Territories, though a good portion of the Horror rocked Qinghai. Much of Central Qinghai and swathes of Central China were consumed with earthquakes, magma flow, and volcanic eruption as the massive blasts cracked open the earth, and the New Territories felt the impact of meteors and shockwaves.

And, the MacIntyre Government was bombarded with questions, angry ones. They blamed a "dirty trick" from the Miehmish forces, knowingly leaving out the part about the illegal reverse-engineering, and vowed "utter, total, and unequivocal revenge against the cowardly imperialists in Mini Miehm."

Rebuilding of Qinghai soon begins, as Army Engineers and civilians seek to repair the damage. Of course, since that part of China had been split in two, it would take a miracle.

With some hasty scrambling of orders, Julian was able to get his son Tancreds Shields unit attached to the Guards. They consisted of the only 100 Knight-Class Heavy Fighters, equipped with a hyperdrive.

OOC:

It isn't too late to declare war on the GE, eh?

If it isn't, then I'll declare war tomorrow...

OOC: Sorry; its primarily GE Vs GFFA; not an opportunity for reasonless gangbangers to dog-pile the thread.

My lord... Yes, I understand. For Change, my lord Hand.

Tzaanlord Vaelin of the Kogun tribe awakened from his trance, awakened from communing with his master. Spreading his feathered wings, he floated through the winding corridors of his flagship, moving through the ever-changing passages of the Red Emerald of Kogun. The walls parted before him, revealing the High Fane of his vessel, the baroque Cathedral of Tzeentch. Soaring through its vast chamber, he perched on the Throne, its mechadendrites caressing his skull. He concentrated his will, his Eye open to the Immaterium. With a vast psychic pulse, he relayed orders to his fleet, preparing them to enter the Warp.

Vast cargo vessels extended fleshy pseudopods, latching on to the gargantuan war vessels. Through the tendrils came weapons of war: Agile fighters, lumbering torpedoes, nova cannon shells. Within the hour, the vessels were fully armed, their bellies filled with deadly cargo. Vealin smiled, preening his feathers as he felt the fleet following his commands. Concentrating again, he reached into the Weaves, and gently tugged at the fates of allies of the Khurganate, sending a psychic message to these friends.

Hail, Leaders of the Galactic Empire. The Chosen of Tzeentch sends his greetings, and humbly requests your assistance in a small matter. The Rodinans assemble their forces in familiar space, space that the Empire knows well, the space of Nelvaan, taken from the Empire by the foolish greenskins. The Hand of Change has decreed that such an insult will not, cannot, be borne, and that the planet be purged of their vile presence. Any assistance rendered by the forces of the Empire will be smiled upon by the Lord of Chaos.

Stepping back to his body, Vealin grinned, and began to wrap the threads of fate around his form. Wisps of warpfire spread through the Cathedral, gathering around the delicate Warp Drives. The drives spun, pulling at the fabric of space, and tearing it, pulling the Fleet into the Warp, pulling it towards Nelvaan.

ooc: OOC thread http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10281943#post10281943
Move all OOC chatter there.

The explosion in New Dornalia space was well noted by Abh observers and the message was quickly relayed back to the Empire. The situation was not lost on the new Emperor as he remembered well their alliance and fighting alongside them in the second war with the United Mankind.

Standing around him were administrators in several areas including food, public works, engineering, and naval engineering. "Ladies and gentlemen, our ally has had a bit of misfortune and could require some assistance in this dark hour. Father Abbot, are your monks ready for travel if need be?"

Father Abbot Fio Bou-ray bowed. "Yes your majesty. My monks are ready to lend medical aid at a moments notice."

"I trust we have plenty of food to spare along with medical ships and engineering staff?"

The remaining members bowed in accordance.

"Good have everything standing by should they need it. I will contact them this time."

Message to New Dornalia government
"Greetings long time ally. I have learned of your misfortune and have taken an assesment of your situation. I have medical teams, food supplies, engineer staff, and a few warships standing by should you need any assistance."

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne: Dubeusec

OOC: Sorry; its primarily GE Vs GFFA; not an opportunity for reasonless gangbangers to dog-pile the thread.

OOC: First, I know, no more OOC. This is the last.

Secondly. Reasonless? Gangbangers?

Godular is a close ally. We shall aid them.

Thirdly. We are a sovereign nation. We are not a collection of uncouth individuals who seek to cause general mischief, destruction, and consternation. Hmm, it would seem to me the GE fits that description very well.

High over the Dweladelfia Prime home world, the Main Imperial Navy ship yard.

Personnel scurry to prepare there ships to meet the GE threat. People were running back and forth through the hallways. But all stopped and stood at attention. An airlock opened and out stepped Prince Kyle Ignus Avondale the IV Jedi Master and Commander or the Jade Fleet. He was of medium build brown hair, and the royal family's signature Jade colored eyes. He commanded loyalty in his troops. And they would follow him to the end, to whatever end. He stepped out of the airlock and went down the hallway to a meeting room. There were 3 other Jedi Knights. Princess Ally Avondale. Wife to Prince Avondale, Co commander of the Jade fleet. She was one of the most beautiful girls in the empire. She had brown hair brown eyes and a smile that would make any mans heart melt. The second Knight in the room was Sir Jacob Yellowstone. Commander of the Dark Legion, Jedi Master and Steward of Dweladelfia Prime. The Third was Sir James Yellowstone. Commander of the Crimson Fleet, Jedi Master and Head of the Dweladelfian Jedi Council. They all sat down at the table. "You have all gotten my message. GE has made its move, we must counter act. Boarders are being closed no ships except Military can leave any of the Planets. All Fleets have been put on High alert. My father the Emperor has commanded us and other Jedi to be the commanders of the Military. You are to take your fleets to were they are needed. Understood?" the three other Jedi nodded there heads. "Good you are all dismissed." Kyle and Ally walk out of the room side by side. They walk down the hall towards another Airlock. Before they got to the airlock they stopped to see there priest. The Priest spoke. "May the blessings of the one true God go with you? Fear no death. Fear no evil for the lord is with you." He then turned to his bible and quoted this verse: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
he restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I fear no evil; for you are with me;
your rod and your staff—they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
my whole life long.
--Psalm 23 (NRSV)

He patted Kyle on the shoulder and bided him to the airlock. They disappeared into the airlock. They walked down the walk way to the Jade Fleet Command ship. A Death to the Infidels Class Command ship. The Jade III. The moorings were cut and the huge hull of the ship came out of space dock. It joined the rest of the Jade fleet. Kyle and Ally walked onto the bridge. "Captain set a course for the boarder." "Yes Milord" The Jade fleet disappeared with a flash.

The explosion in New Dornalia space was well noted by Abh observers and the message was quickly relayed back to the Empire. The situation was not lost on the new Emperor as he remembered well their alliance and fighting alongside them in the second war with the United Mankind.

Standing around him were administrators in several areas including food, public works, engineering, and naval engineering. "Ladies and gentlemen, our ally has had a bit of misfortune and could require some assistance in this dark hour. Father Abbot, are your monks ready for travel if need be?"

Father Abbot Fio Bou-ray bowed. "Yes your majesty. My monks are ready to lend medical aid at a moments notice."

"I trust we have plenty of food to spare along with medical ships and engineering staff?"

The remaining members bowed in accordance.

"Good have everything standing by should they need it. I will contact them this time."

Message to New Dornalia government
"Greetings long time ally. I have learned of your misfortune and have taken an assesment of your situation. I have medical teams, food supplies, engineer staff, and a few warships standing by should you need any assistance."

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne: Dubeusec

Message to 31st Emperor of the Jade Throne: Dubeusec

Comrades, we thank you heartily for your sympathy and your offer of aid. This terrible event has shaken the Workers State, and already, we find ourselves mourning casualties. We might need the engineers to help rebuild what is left of Qinghai and Central China, our teams have begun the somber task of picking up the pieces. As for the New Territories, send medical teams there, we have numerous casualties from the shockwave resulting from the blast there.

We thank you again comrades, for helping us recover from this blow. We know now not to trust the Miehmish-we shall have vengance!

Comrade Premier Robert MacIntyre
Workers State of New Dornalia

SIC:

PS-If you wish to provide aid on the Miehmish front, you are welcome to.

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Amerikanski Pravda-

Day of Mourning Declared, MacIntyre urges Workers and Peasants to "Remember Qinghai!"

Today, the Politburo has issued a resolution designating January 22nd the "National Day of Rememberance," in memory of those who died. A list of names will be read off, and a moment of silence will be observed for 60 seconds on 7:06 PM Earth Time, when the blast occurred in both Qinghai and the New Territories. All government and private enterprises are to close on this day, no merriment is to be made.

Commenting on this, our Glorious Comrade Premier said:

"Today we shall mourn. But tomorrow, we will make the Miehmish, and their fellow Imperialist running-dogs in the Galactic Empire, pay for the lives lost at Qinghai. This is an example of how they cannot be trusted!

For their crimes, every innocent man, woman and child who perished by their treachery will be avenged with blood and steel. There shall be not one step back!

REMEMBER QINGHAI!"

Indeed, the slogan seems to be everywhere, as Comrades all over New Dornalia have posted it in messageboard signatures all over HoloNet/Relay, and people have begun to chant it in mass pro-war rallies in Times Square, New York, Earth SSR and in New Leningrad City, New Leningrad.

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SIC:

The JRCCC and the Grand Council of People's Acolytes plotted the strategy.

OOC: To be finished tomorrow. Don't do too much when I am gone...

The explosion in New Dornalia were recorded and sent to the president for Advisal. A transmission was sent to the head of the New Dornalian Government.

We understand that some misfortune has been bestowed upon you. We would like to send aid in the form of a full Battle Fleet. This Fleet will provide Security for one Effected System allowing you to put your forces in other areas that require your Forces.

While waiting for a reply the Battle Fleet was mobilized and ready for a Jump to a system of ND's chosing.

The explosion in New Dornalia were recorded and sent to the president for Advisal. A transmission was sent to the head of the New Dornalian Government.

We understand that some misfortune has been bestowed upon you. We would like to send aid in the form of a full Battle Fleet. This Fleet will provide Security for one Effected System allowing you to put your forces in other areas that require your Forces.

While waiting for a reply the Battle Fleet was mobilized and ready for a Jump to a system of ND's chosing.

SIC:

The MacIntyre Government replied:

"We would need aid in defending the New Territories against infiltration and attack, as the damage wrought by the blast makes it especially vulnerable as we pick up the pieces."

Near the Dweladelfia Prime Boarder

A light flashed and the Jade fleet droped out of hyper space. The Jade III was at the Head of the Battle group. "Captain any enamy or ally ships in the area?"
"No Milord." Kyle sat back in his chair and stroked his chin. "Send a message to all allys. We need to know were the enamy strikes." "Yes Milord"

Message to GFFA members

This is Prince Avondale of the Galactic Empire of Dweladelfia Prime. Our fleets are at the ready. We need to know were the enamy strikes next. We have 6 Fleets ready for depolyment.

OOC: Can I get a link to the GFFA forum?

http://s14.invisionfree.com/Galactic_Federation/index.php?act=idx

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ic:
The message was received by the Emperor and New Dornalia's needs were quickly mobilized. Hundreds of monks along with other medical staff were loaded onto ships along with a large gemstone cashe for the wounded and dying. Raw materials and engineers loaded supply fleets.

Within the hour, three Super Star Destroyers were dispatched to the New Territories with every monk and medical team on board. The leading military monk, Marcalo De'Unnerro sat at the helm of the Armagedon.

"Communications, send this message:

The Abellican monks have come to assist you in your time of need along with these three warships. We will need coordinants to land your supplies."

Near Qinghai and Central China, the supply fleet Gaftonoshu with all it's raw materials and engineers quickly sent out a similar message asking for instructions and what is needed.

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ic:
The message was received by the Emperor and New Dornalia's needs were quickly mobilized. Hundreds of monks along with other medical staff were loaded onto ships along with a large gemstone cashe for the wounded and dying. Raw materials and engineers loaded supply fleets.

Within the hour, three Super Star Destroyers were dispatched to the New Territories with every monk and medical team on board. The leading military monk, Marcalo De'Unnerro sat at the helm of the Armagedon.

"Communications, send this message:

The Abellican monks have come to assist you in your time of need along with these three warships. We will need coordinants to land your supplies."

Near Qinghai and Central China, the supply fleet Gaftonoshu with all it's raw materials and engineers quickly sent out a similar message asking for instructions and what is needed.

The reply to the Monks was this:

"Land your supplies at the Aberdeen Colony and at New Shanghai. There are large numbers of casualties at those areas. We may also need help rounding up stray asteroids leftover from the blast, over."

EDIT:

The reply to the Gaftonoshu fleet was this:

"Send supplies to the towns of Yushu and Xining, and Yanshiping in Qinghai Province, and to Lanzhou in Gansu Province, and to Chengdu in Sichuan Province, and to Lhasa in Tibet. They are the few stable areas of supply and population left in Qinghai and Central China. Everywhere is desolate, with either earthquake damage or total destruction, with the soil rendered into a crater, filling with magma. Tread with care."

OOC: A map of Qinghai, for reference.

http://www.paulnoll.com/China/Provinces/Province-Qinghai-map.jpg

http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/middle_east_and_asia/china_rel96.jpg

A Map of China

Master De'Unnero opened the bay doors for shuttles to begin landing while he sent a reply to the government.

"Our tractor beams will help bring them back while our fighters can go and scout for them."

The shuttles carrying the monks landed and they began filing out and organizing their supplies. They had a lot of work ahead of them so they were preparing for a long stay by setting up a temporary hospital and barracks.

The supply fleet had a bit of a task ahead of them. Land speeders were landing to accompany the distance between each city along with shields to protect them from the lava fills. Farming engineers and land developers landed and began taking measures of the destruction.

"Whew," was all that one engineer had to say.

"We'll need to utilize water supplies the best we can. We brought enough water to keep the citizens and ourselves hydrated. We need to move the lava into crater areas so that it can be contained. Bring the digging crews in to create lava cannals. I want all builders to start rebuilding homes. Get the information from the government and see if we can't build everyone's home back the way it used to be. Finally I want the farmers taking readings of the land. It's mostly desolate so we'll need to see what's left of the soil and see what we can add. If even the only thing we can do is turn fertile lands into silt deposits, at least it's something."

The engineers nodded and went off to see to their separate tasks.

Master De'Unnero opened the bay doors for shuttles to begin landing while he sent a reply to the government.

"Our tractor beams will help bring them back while our fighters can go and scout for them."

The shuttles carrying the monks landed and they began filing out and organizing their supplies. They had a lot of work ahead of them so they were preparing for a long stay by setting up a temporary hospital and barracks.

The supply fleet had a bit of a task ahead of them. Land speeders were landing to accompany the distance between each city along with shields to protect them from the lava fills. Farming engineers and land developers landed and began taking measures of the destruction.

"Whew," was all that one engineer had to say.

"We'll need to utilize water supplies the best we can. We brought enough water to keep the citizens and ourselves hydrated. We need to move the lava into crater areas so that it can be contained. Bring the digging crews in to create lava cannals. I want all builders to start rebuilding homes. Get the information from the government and see if we can't build everyone's home back the way it used to be. Finally I want the farmers taking readings of the land. It's mostly desolate so we'll need to see what's left of the soil and see what we can add. If even the only thing we can do is turn fertile lands into silt deposits, at least it's something."

The engineers nodded and went off to see to their separate tasks.

The locals in both areas responded by aiding the Abh aid workers entusiastically.

Local government leaders in Qinghai Province and the other damaged areas met with the Abh and those refugees that had barely survived the catastrophe, to discuss resettlement plans and to see how many people could be returned home once the cleanup was over. They also ordered additional rations and water for the locals, to keep them solvent as the cleanup went on.

Meanwhile, New Dornalian surveyors, engineers, and scientists in the area joined the Abh, and plotted out where to dig canals to control the lava and perform soil tests, to see what could be done to restore local agriculture and industry to aid the Abh in helping the cleanup.

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The Territorial Administration replied that it was grateful to the Abh for their aid in finding asteroids that would potentially bring more harm. In the meantime, those Naval medical units that were not already swamped hooked up with the Abh, and began seting up their own facilities in conjunction with the Abh to help with the huge flow of wounded--which was already coming in.....

IC:

"Lady Shelintiave, report to the Emperor's Throne Room please."

Shelintiave woke up and looked at her alarm clock. 2:30 am. What the hell.... Can't a woman have her sleep?

"On my way," she muttered. What could Trilkan possibly want at this ghastly hour? Have the Malkir stuck at the inner systems of the Huntarian Empire? Did they find her brother, Deshoonde? She quiclky put on her robes and ran to meet the emperor and didn't waste time.

She found the emperor slouching in his chair, peering out at Huntaria, the captial city of Huntaer. "You summoned me, master?"

Trilkan turned his chair around to face Shelintiave, "Yes I have," he croaked. "The G.F.F.A. has declared war on the Galactic Empire. I need you to get out there on the Nemesis and help out the Chronosians and the rest of our alliance."

"Why me?"

"The other Lords are..... Not familiar with this type of war. Aelikes is buisy anyways. Go to the battle, and take command. You are representing us so don't fail me. If you do loose, make sure you take out as many as possible."

"Yes, my lord. As you wish."


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Message Sent To: The Chronosian Imperium
From: Lord Shelintiave, Huntarian Empire

I'm sending a fleet to help assist you in this war upon Trilkan's request. We will do everything within our power to make sure the G.F.F.A. won't win this war, or to turn it into a stale mate. Please send us specific coordinates for us to send our fleet.

Shelintave
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-Thronechamber, Planet Gyaghis
Chaos. Conflict. Strife.

Organics fighting organics. Machines fighting machines. All fighting each other.

Darkness. Death. Sorrow.

A communication.

The Zircon, the servants of the Goddess All-Consuming, froze in thier tasks.

Hatred. Anger. A desire for blood.

Their allies were being attacked. Unforgivable.

Seeing. Feeling. Knowing.

Action must be taken...


-Hegemony Council Chambers, Throneworld of Ihkasutare
"<To know truth. Of Galactic Empire to allies be.>" Kyara math Tolrex, youngest Mekantan on the Council, slammed a fist into her desk, glaring across the chamber at the Feran representatives with a smirk on her face. "<Of meat to know honor, none. Of meat to know courage, none. Of meat to know thier place, to be Mekantan slaves. To reject objection!>"

To his credit, Kyara's mentor and senior on the council managed to keep a straight face as the Ferans stood in unison and began roaring and hissing at the Mekantans. It had been too long since this council had met, he had begun to miss these exchanges. "<To be enough!!>" Raalys math Maetath gave a broad grin when the Ferans knew enough to sit and be silent in the face of the strongest of the Neo-Mekantan warlords. "<To speak not that vulgar language of Fera in these halls! To be a Mekantan hall.> Gumah'katassh..." He hissed the slur at the end of his sentance, narrowing his eyes as the grin faded. Though the Ferans were no doubt outraged by the use of such a harsh insult against their race, they knew enough not to show it while the Warlord watched them with narrowed eyes. "<To be insulted. To ask retribution.>"

Ollis Tatta, the sole representative from the Tsthathi, stood and cleared his throat after a few moments of awkward silence. "Ahh... <To Fera>... ... Crap! <To Fera of Mekanta to-> no, no, no... Damn it!" The Tsthathi male had never before ceased to amuse the Mekantans with his complete inability to form a complete sentance in Mekantan on the spot, something Raalys had long ago forgiven. "<To... know little Mekantan still...>" Ollis smiled meekly, shaking his head.

"<To speak vulgar. Of Human-speak to use. To laugh.>" Raalys grinned, waving off a glance from Kyara. "<To understand. To permit you vulgar speak of not-Mekanta.>"

"Right then, very well." At least Ollis could understand Mekantan, given a few moments to translate. "Perhaps the Ferans could redeem themselves in the eyes of our gracious Mekantan hosts by removing themselves so as to-"

"{Ceasing babble, Human!}" Grrala Ts'mett of Fera hissed, standing. Raalys quickly sent the Feran female to the floor with a telekinetic blow, but she wasted no time in standing again and continuing her comming rant in Feran. "{Having no patience, no tolorance, no love!}"

"<TO SILENCE!!>" Raalys roared, standing and thrusting a hand toward the Feran representative. The crimson bands running down his lower arms and cheeks, the only ones not covered by his robes and cloak, glowed violently as he lashed out with his psychokinetic abilities, enjoying hearing the Feran scream in pain as electricity coursed through her body. He payed no heed to the uncomfortable glance from Ollis, taking a good four minutes to decide he had enough and breaking every bone in the Feran's body with little mental effort. "<To tolorate no more stalling! To be assisting old allies! TO BE THE GODDESS ALL-CONSUMING'S WILL!!>"

"Tza-to!!"


--Direct-Point Transmission, Maximum Encryption, to Cronosia

IN THE GODDESS ALL-CONSUMING'S NAME
WE SEEK YOUR ENEMIES
OUR VENGENCE UPON THEM

WE RALLY OUR FLEETS
OUR DARKSHIPS ALIVE AGAIN

WE READY OUR WARRIORS
OUR MIGHT WITHOUT QUESTION

WE WISH TO SPEAK
OUR ASSISTANCE GRANTED TO YOU

WE ARE DEVELOPING A PLAN
OUR MIGHT UNITED

THE HEGEMONY HUNGERS
WE THIRST FOR BLOOD
WE WILL NOT BE DENIED



---OOC---
It's been a while since I've posted around here. ^_^
Presently there's no indication Neo-Mekanta plans to break its recent isolationism save that uninterceptable message to Chronosia. Fleet movements will come soon, but I'm thinking of sending two Coreships and 230 Darkships. Not many numbers, but a sizable Neo-Mekantan force.

Star General Kanya knelt before the powers of Fleet Command. The ceremonial room was circular and dimly lit. The elder tidani commanders stood around her, heros of wars long ago, armor shining with the intricate dress patterns of campaigns won and authority given. In front of her was Marshal Rho, the greatest hero the Nar clan had ever had.

He spoke. "Kanya, daughter of the Rok clan, and Star General of the Tidani Star Fleets. It is my pleasure as Minister of Defense, and leader of the Fleet Command Council, to promote you to the rank of Marshal of the Star Fleets." He took a crystal disc, and entered it into her armor's drive. Her armor turned from the silver rank of a Star General, to the golden rank of a Marshal. He then removed the disk. "I bid you rise, Marshal of Tidan. Go with this council's blessing and lead our forces against tyranny."

She rose and each councellor congratulated her.
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Kanya's shuttle approached the Tidan Star Guardian Harbinger Tide II, flagship of the First Fleet, in orbit. Close by the Harbinger Tide were its sisterships from the Second and Thrid Fleets Hydromancer, and Coral Lance. The last three fleets arrived from Draelis lead by the Anchor, Ocean Swell, and Tranquility.

All six fleets were ready for deployment.

"So what do we have?" Baron Skye asked the assembled generals.

"Anagonia was first to react," General Lear began, "but they have not yet taken an overt stance. The Chronosians reacted loudest. Talaax has voted yes to entering the war, but we still harbor some measure of hope that they'll butt out if coaxed properly. Mini Miehm appears to be taking an oddly zealous stance for an organization they have only had token involvement with in respect to their abrupt turn. Chances are we will be forced to teach them the error of their ways, but we hold similar hopes in respect to them staving off their involvement. We're seeing fleet movements from the Huntarian territories, and rumblings within Neo-Mekanta. Doomingsland is also expected to arrive at a tactically inopportune time, although if we can pull what happened at Koobi again, their participation will be easily enough forced out."

"And for our side?"

"Largely as expected. Neo Zeta stuck its head in the sand, but we're recieving large amounts of assistance from the rest of the alliance, and our longtime allies in the Germanische Zustande have emerged in support as well. Considering the Zetan's reaction, and the amusing contradiction of them being a warlike people yet choosing to hide behind a rock, Zustande would be a significant improvement."

"What about Klington and the Coredians?"

"Klington is still undergoing rebuilding, but their involvement is anticipated to be quite swift. Those strange creatures they met some time back seems to be providing them with a surprising boost to their military strength. The Coredians... hard to say on that point. They seem to be ducking in and out of the world scene of late, and we've been knocking on their door, but not much response."

Baron Skye rubbed his chin for a moment and stared intently at the tactical readouts. Intelligence was flooding in, and new tactical information was displayed on the galactic map as estimates ebbed and flowed.

"How is our Munitions supply?"

"Red Rain Torpedos are at 300 units. Javelins are at 75 units. Onslaught is equipped on five of the Expeditionary's Heighliners, Tachyon Drone Onslaught is equipped on two Heighliners, the others are fully equipped to operate as mobile shipyards for any repair needs that might be necessitated throughout the coming conflict. Doomscythe, Ragnarok, Twilight's Rise, and Deathclaw are fully armed. I'm fairly certain they won't see those coming. Kingdom Come, Apocalyptus, and Godstar are also reporting their preparedness."

"And the fleets themselves."

"The expeditionary is 80% mobilized, the HomeGuard is 25% mobilized with the rest on emergency standby. If they come knocking on our door, we'll be in their face soon enough. I just hope they don't come to Thorn. I really like that system."

"It is our capitol after all."

Lear gave Skye a faint look of nostalgia.

"Hey, don't look at me. I wasn't here when the Godulans colonized Thorn. But I will admit it has character." He turned back to the screen. "Ready to deploy. We're gonna need to hit them square in the mouth."

Message to GFFA members

This is Prince Avondale of the Galactic Empire of Dweladelfia Prime. Our fleets are at the ready. We need to know were the enamy strikes next. We have 6 Fleets ready for depolyment.

OOC: Godular can you reply to this or sombody?

The locals in both areas responded by aiding the Abh aid workers entusiastically.

Local government leaders in Qinghai Province and the other damaged areas met with the Abh and those refugees that had barely survived the catastrophe, to discuss resettlement plans and to see how many people could be returned home once the cleanup was over. They also ordered additional rations and water for the locals, to keep them solvent as the cleanup went on.

Meanwhile, New Dornalian surveyors, engineers, and scientists in the area joined the Abh, and plotted out where to dig canals to control the lava and perform soil tests, to see what could be done to restore local agriculture and industry to aid the Abh in helping the cleanup.

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The Territorial Administration replied that it was grateful to the Abh for their aid in finding asteroids that would potentially bring more harm. In the meantime, those Naval medical units that were not already swamped hooked up with the Abh, and began seting up their own facilities in conjunction with the Abh to help with the huge flow of wounded--which was already coming in.....

Crews began clearing away the debris from ruined homes and businesses while others began sifting through the wreckage for reusable materials and bodies. The dead were promptly taken care of respectively and identified for government records.

The farming and agriculture bureau was working alongside Dornalia officials to tend to the soil. "We need some readings of the soil. We need to know what content is left in the soil and to identify anything hazardous or radioactive."

The lava was being well contained and proper uses such as fuel and heating were being mapped out to make the best out of a terrible situation. "We'll help you build it back better. We'll need to funnel all the lava into one crater and utilize the rest of the land. We can use this as a power source for your people. We'll have to move fast though before it cools."

Abellican monks went about tiredlessly with their gemstones to heal the wounded and bring comfort to those that were dying. The SSDs went about with fighters to collect stray asteroids. The ever warlord minded De'Unnero had an idea though. "New Dornalia government, I have an idea how we might utilize your asteroids for your own defense. If you don't mind, we can set them up a few clicks off your worlds and set up gravimetric generators to keep them from floating away. But you will have to pick an important planet so that there will be enough for this to work properly."

OOC: Well, since I'm being vilified for my paranoid designs, guess I better improve my Evil...

IC:

Well, the New Dornalians didn't like what they got when they tried to play with things more advanced than they were... Tough luck then. It seemed like that explosion had made a good weapon. Time to act indeed.

Two of the Task Fleets in the Battle Group were dispatched to take advantage of the temporary weakness in the area for a smash and burn, destroying and cleansing planets as they ripped through the area with their powerful weapons and deadly speed. 3 Carrier Groups also accompanied the Task Fleets, they were there for reinforcements as the Terrans cleansed the pathetic New Dornalians from space.

War and Death translated out of the system they were currently occupying, accompanied by 150 Carriers and other Protoss Ships, their mission was simple, take every system in the Territories, Burn every World, destroy or capture every ship. KILL THEM ALL.

OOC: Well, since I'm being vilified for my paranoid designs, guess I better improve my Evil...

IC:

Well, the New Dornalians didn't like what they got when they tried to play with things more advanced than they were... Tough luck then. It seemed like that explosion had made a good weapon. Time to act indeed.

Two of the Task Fleets in the Battle Group were dispatched to take advantage of the temporary weakness in the area for a smash and burn, destroying and cleansing planets as they ripped through the area with their powerful weapons and deadly speed. 3 Carrier Groups also accompanied the Task Fleets, they were there for reinforcements as the Terrans cleansed the pathetic New Dornalians from space.

War and Death translated out of the system they were currently occupying, accompanied by 150 Carriers and other Protoss Ships, their mission was simple, take every system in the Territories, Burn every World, destroy or capture every ship. KILL THEM ALL.

OOC: It. Is. ON!

IC:

The ND Government reacted immediately, sending the Abraham Lincoln and Oliver Law Drama Casserole Ships and three fleets to the New Territories. They arrived near Ft. Casimir Pulaski and Ft. MacAllister, and were tasked with this simple job.

Expel the Miehmish. And make them bleed.

SIC:

Meanwhile, Territorial Administration called the Abh in the area, and simply relayed this message. "We need reinforcements. NOW!"

The disturbance was detected on De'Unnero's ship. As were his orders and quite expected, he was to report the moment the enemy took advantage of the situation. The message was sent to the Imperial Admiral himself who would be commanding one of the larger fleets of the Abh's offense.

"Master De'Unnero, the fleet is already mobilized. We moved into Hyperspace once New Dornalia experienced their misfortune. We have the entire imperial fleet coming to your aid. You only need to hold for a few minutes until we can arrive."

The master sat grim and determined in his chair. "We'll soften them up for your arrival."

He turned to his officers. "Launch all fighters. Move to phase two of our asteroid plan. Hide behind them. We only have about half of the asteroid wall up and ready for our operations. Get all crews away from the asteroid field. Inform the New Dornalia fleet to stand clear and keep those blasted gravimetric generators at full blast."

Thunderbolt class fighters began pouring out of the SSDs though they wouldn't even number a thousand but it was all they needed at the moment.

Aboard the Jade III

"Sir a Mini Miehm fleet is moving to New Dornalia." "Intersept them. Full speed signal the fleet." "Yes Milord." The Jade Fleet moved off to New Dornalia at full speed."

Specs on Jade Fleet:

1 Death to the Infadels class Command Ship (Jade II)
300 Anaconda-Class Distroyers
100 Prime Class Frigates
200 Bird of Prey Swift Attack Cruiser
50 Dweladelfia Class Super Dreadnoughts
250 Yellowstone Class Cruisers
200 Dreadnought Class Super Carrier
100 Exodes Class Battleships
200 Whale Class Transport Ships

The disturbance was detected on De'Unnero's ship. As were his orders and quite expected, he was to report the moment the enemy took advantage of the situation. The message was sent to the Imperial Admiral himself who would be commanding one of the larger fleets of the Abh's offense.

"Master De'Unnero, the fleet is already mobilized. We moved into Hyperspace once New Dornalia experienced their misfortune. We have the entire imperial fleet coming to your aid. You only need to hold for a few minutes until we can arrive."

The master sat grim and determined in his chair. "We'll soften them up for your arrival."

He turned to his officers. "Launch all fighters. Move to phase two of our asteroid plan. Hide behind them. We only have about half of the asteroid wall up and ready for our operations. Get all crews away from the asteroid field. Inform the New Dornalia fleet to stand clear and keep those blasted gravimetric generators at full blast."

Thunderbolt class fighters began pouring out of the SSDs though they wouldn't even number a thousand but it was all they needed at the moment.

The ND Fleet near Ft. Casimir Pulaski then moved to join the Abh, proceeding to stand clear as ordered. Still, they were itching to expel the Miehmish, so they began their own warlike moves.

Onboard, Captain Zhao, head of the Abraham Lincoln, said, "Deploy fighter screens! Deploy Mobile Suits! Form into standard defensive boxes! We will stop them!"

At this command, waves of Marineskos, Mothras, and Seminole Gunships emerged from the Prochkhorovkas and the Lincoln, forming an aggressive defense to cover the ships as they began to assemble.

SIC:

Meanwhile, a reply was sent to Dweladelfian forces:

"Send forces to guard Ft. Casimir Pulaski, if possible! We are stretched thin!"

First to appear were the massive Dreadnoughts and SuperDreadnoughts, followed quickly by the Leviathans, Cruisers, Carriers, Arbiters, and Podlayers. They entered the system to a fitting song, blasted out over every frequency they could manage, Metallica's "Some Kind of Monster" shattered the silence and tranquility of space with grinding bass, wailing electric guitar, and the hammer of the drums...

Whatever the ships they faced were, there was little hope for them. They knew from sensor readings that there were Abh in the area, and that the New Dornalians had sent reinforcements, but the first ship they saw would recieve the full fury of the Terran and Protoss Broadsides and Turrets. Hundreds of Yamato Cannon, thousands of Lasers, millions of plasma bolts, hundreds of Particle Disruption Cannon and Grasers, all of them targeted on whatever first ship happened to draw the ire of the massive Terran and Protoss group.

First to appear were the massive Dreadnoughts and SuperDreadnoughts, followed quickly by the Leviathans, Cruisers, Carriers, Arbiters, and Podlayers. They entered the system to a fitting song, blasted out over every frequency they could manage, Metallica's "Some Kind of Monster" shattered the silence and tranquility of space with grinding bass, wailing electric guitar, and the hammer of the drums...

Whatever the ships they faced were, there was little hope for them. They knew from sensor readings that there were Abh in the area, and that the New Dornalians had sent reinforcements, but the first ship they saw would recieve the full fury of the Terran and Protoss Broadsides and Turrets. Hundreds of Yamato Cannon, thousands of Lasers, millions of plasma bolts, hundreds of Particle Disruption Cannon and Grasers, all of them targeted on whatever first ship happened to draw the ire of the massive Terran and Protoss group.

The first ship happened to be a poor Mao Zedong III that was promptly reduced to particulate matter. All the others were also hit with the huge wave of fire, dealing damage all over the ND lines. Zhao felt the impact on the Lincoln, the ship rocked and rolled as it took a severe blast.

"Comrade! Shields are at 64%!"

Zhao replied, "FIRE PEOPLE'S HAMMER TORPEDOES AND SUPER WARP CANNONS! NOW!!!!! AND QUEUE UP THE WHO'S BABA O' RILEY!"

New Dornalia then unleashed its own superweapons. From the bellies of the Lincoln and the surrounding ships, plus a number of Townshend Mobile Suits, a veritable 4th of July lightshow, coordinated to the Who's "Baba O' Riley," fired a wave of People's Hammer anti matter torpedoes, and a fiery wave of Super Warp Cannon blasts, aimed at the Miehmish fleets.

The Miehmish fleets were there one moment, and then, suddenly, they translated back out, appearing to strike for a moment, peck at the enemy, and then fade away like smoke... There were a pair of light hits on War, but it wasn't enough to stop it from escaping the fight. They'd be back, and again... And again... Until they had crushed the enemy, or allies appeared.

OOC: Sounds like a lyrics war.

The Jade II entered behind the Mini Miehm along with the rest of the fleet. It started blaring Numb by Linkin Park on its speakers.

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be

"Captain Fire a Warning shot at one of the ships." "Yes Sir. Ready super laser."


Energy could be seen forming infront of the Jade III. And a huge beam shot forth at one of the Mini Miehm ships. That shot could oblitarate a plant much less a ship. It even drowned out all the music the fleets were producing. Kyle chukeled to himself as he sent this message. "Youve seen the power of the migthy Jade. Leave or face the rath of Dweladelfia Prime."

The Miehmish fleets were there one moment, and then, suddenly, they translated back out, appearing to strike for a moment, peck at the enemy, and then fade away like smoke... There were a pair of light hits on War, but it wasn't enough to stop it from escaping the fight. They'd be back, and again... And again... Until they had crushed the enemy, or allies appeared.

Zhao said, "Oy....what the f**k?"

The helmsman said, "They dissapeared, sir!"

Zhao then replied, "Damn them...they might be halfway to Ft. Pulaski by now! Or God Forbid-Ft. MacAllister!"

Zhao then said, "Contact Pugachev at MacAllister. Tell him to go on alert. Contact all the colonial governors. Tell them to declare emergency if they have not already. And radio Shinseki! I want him to get his act together and get me reinforcements to guard other sectors now!"

Helmsman replied, "Yes sir! Where to?"

Zhao then said, "We go to Ft. Pulaski. Tell the Abh to guard the area, and call in more boys, if possible."

OOC: Next part will be deleted, since MM said this might be limited to a 2v2 fight.

The helmsman then noted, "Sir, the Dweladelfians have arrived...."

Zhao then said, "Well. Have them patrol the system..."

The Miehmish Fleets hadn't Translated to any of the New Dornalian Facilities in the area, instead, they had translated out, just long enough to let the enemy leave, before swiftly re-entering the system. It had been a double blind, and the New Dornalians had taken the bait... The Abh were their primary targets in this system...

"Sir were reciving a message from the New Dornalians. They tell us to patrol the system and look for the Mini Miehm Fleet." "Ok set a corse for the next planet in the system." "Yes Milord"

The Miehmish Fleets hadn't Translated to any of the New Dornalian Facilities in the area, instead, they had translated out, just long enough to let the enemy leave, before swiftly re-entering the system. It had been a double blind, and the New Dornalians had taken the bait... The Abh were their primary targets in this system...

Zhao, meanwhile, got this communication back from Marshal Shinseki at HQ:

"YOU FOOL! You left an ally to stand alone. Son, that's a s*itty mistake. This doesn't sound right. There is enough Abh in this system to take an attack on their own, but damnit, you were sent up there to man a forward defense. Running to Pulaski is not one. Now get back up there, or I will un-ass you and have you replaced. I would have you shot, but I am not there!"

Zhao then said, "Sir, I need supplies."

Shinseki then replied, "Fine. You will get supplies. Another fleet is coming in. In the meantime, do what you can, get up there, and hold them off!"

Zhao then said, "Very well."

The fleet then turned back to New Shanghai, and reappeared next to the Abh.....

Yuuzhan Vong Space, Rally Point 14

The Yuuzhan Vong fleet devoted to the Imperial cause had gathered in deep space, light years from the nearest system. Forming up into attack formations, the fleet prepared to jump to it's destination. From the bridge of the Yu'shaa, a Prophet-class Star Dreadnought, Supreme Commander Denua Ku watched the fleet move in exact precision. Despite the presence of technological vessels, the fleet was still coordinated by yammosks, still able to move in perfect synchronization. Thinking to himself he found the appropriate word for the spectacle. Impressive would be the word in Galactic Basic. Perfection. Nothing else could be expected from the Chosen People.

As the final elements of the fleet moved into position, he turned to face his bridge crew. The officers, young and old, warrior and shaper, priest and "Shamed", were all calm, disciplined, silent. They awaited his orders expectantly. "Set course for Target System 772."

Seconds later the fleet jumped to hyperspace, bound for system 772 within the Galactic Empire of Dweladelfia Prime. In a few hours they would emerge directly within the gravity well of the system on the edge of Dweladelfian space and begin the subjegation of that people or perish in the attempt. Failure and retreat are not found in the vocabulary of the Yuuzhan Vong...

Yuuzhan Vong Space, Rally Point 14

The Yuuzhan Vong fleet devoted to the Imperial cause had gathered in deep space, light years from the nearest system. Forming up into attack formations, the fleet prepared to jump to it's destination. From the bridge of the Yu'shaa, a Prophet-class Star Dreadnought, Supreme Commander Denua Ku watched the fleet move in exact precision. Despite the presence of technological vessels, the fleet was still coordinated by yammosks, still able to move in perfect synchronization. Thinking to himself he found the appropriate word for the spectacle. Impressive would be the word in Galactic Basic. Perfection. Nothing else could be expected from the Chosen People.

As the final elements of the fleet moved into position, he turned to face his bridge crew. The officers, young and old, warrior and shaper, priest and "Shamed", were all calm, disciplined, silent. They awaited his orders expectantly. "Set course for Target System 772."

Seconds later the fleet jumped to hyperspace, bound for system 772 within the Galactic Empire of Dweladelfia Prime. In a few hours they would emerge directly within the gravity well of the system on the edge of Dweladelfian space and begin the subjegation of that people or perish in the attempt. Failure and retreat are not found in the vocabulary of the Yuuzhan Vong...


OOC: God Talaax I hate you.......

"Sir theres a Talaaxian Fleet on our boarders." "Send word to all fleets to pull back. BATTLE STATIONS!" The 2nd Denfence Fleet rushed to were the enamy fleet emerged and prepared to fight for freedom.

High Command HQ


Sir were getting word that theres a Talaaxian fleet on our boarders." "What the heck. The Crinsom FLeet hasnt left yet signal them to intersept. Tell the Dark Legion to pull Back to Dweladelfia Prime and Tell the 3rd and 1st Defnce Fleets to pull back to Dweladelfia 10 and 9. GEt the Tactical Fleets back here and tell them to engage the Talaaxian Fleet. And Have all Battle Plat forms on High alert." "Yes Sir." "Oh and get on the line with the Jade Fleet and other GFFA Members." "Jade fleet is on there way and im already messaged the other GFFA Memebers"

Message to GFFA Members

Dweladelfia Prime is under attack we need any help that we can get. Send Aid please we beg of you. And my God bless us all.

OOC:http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/darth_avondale/DPSScopy.jpg

Should I make a new thread for this?

This tactic was not lost on the Abh and Marcalo De'Unnero had read well all reports of every engagement that the Abh had been in. This reminded him alot of what happened when they had invade the Vrone System and Godular came to counter it. He found it most ironic that they would fight alongside a once enemy. Nevertheless he was not above learning. "Engineer, spread FTLi field. Keep those bastards still."

An FTLi generator sprung up from all ships to encompass the system and keep the Miehmish forces from phasing in and out.

"Master De'Unnero, it is finished."

"Good. Next plan. Reverse the polarization of the gravimetric generators and send those asteroids screaming at the enemy. We will have a few of our surprises for them."

The hundreds of asteroids that had been collected by the Abh forces now screamed towards the Miehmish invaders. Abh fighters held their positions and awaited orders.

A written message was sent to the New Dornalia ships. Brace yourselves.

The Miehmish ships had a simple solution. They rolled ship, accelerating towards the enemy and asteroids as the massive walls of the Gravitic Wedges protected them from anything that might come their way.

Thousands of fighters swarmed out from behind the wall of the Ships, they were sent out to play tag with the indecently small number of enemies. They had the enemy outnumbered, outgunned, and outskilled. There were Protoss Scouts, Corsairs, Robot Interceptors, and Genesis Interceptors. There were Terran Valkyries, and Wraiths under cloak, and they were all going up against just 1,000 enemy fighters...

De'Unnero's smile couldn't have been more sinister. The weretiger within him began to reach the surface as he let out a feral growl. "Now is the time."

A tremendous barrage of ion cannon fire from every SSD rang out towards the Miehmish forces. The space between each vessel lit up with blue ion fire. With the hopes of the shields being weakened, De'Unnero did his final launch of hope...

Crews had been working along the clock since they had arrived to prepare for this fact and even if the asteroid was destroyed, there was still a little something left for the ship. 50 megaton nuclear warheads with proximity fuses had been set up on many of the hundreds of asteroids. They were allowed to filter passed the frontline until many of the Miehmish fleet was engulfed with it. In one tremondous release, explosions ripped throughout the invading fleet. Hundreds of warheads exploded right next to speeding ships.

"Let them all burn."

"Master, incoming fighters."

"All ships fire buzz bots." Thousands of buzz bots poured from the hulls of the SSDs. They latched on to every enemy fighter that came close and began dismantling ship systems and just generally ripping the fighters to mince meat. All fighters hunkered close to there larger protectors. If anything they could use all the firepower they needed as defense.

The SSDs went from ion fire to normal turbolasers on the larger capital ships along with regular laser turrets locking onto smaller craft.

"I have one last trick up my sleeve before I end my turn. Fire the gravimetric generator into middle of the enemy fleet."

"Yes sir but what will that do?"

"Do as I say!"

The gravimetric generator attracted itself to a large ship in the middle of the enemy's formation. It didn't attract itself but merely floated there...beeping.

OCC: New thread for Talaaxian Invasion: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465017

The gravimetric generator attracted itself to a large ship in the middle of the enemy's formation. It didn't attract itself but merely floated there...beeping.

Zhao then said, "Helmsman. Tell the fleet to hold back, and begin arranging itself in a loose crescent formation. Fighters to attack their fighters, use Mobile Suits and Seminoles only to defend ships. Prime Antimatter Torpedoes and conventionals. Get Demolisher Guns ready. And on my signal, we charge in, and try to press the attack."

Helmsman replied, "Yes sir."

The order was given, and swarms of Marinesko fighters and Mothra Strike Fighters went to engage the Protoss Corsairs and Scouts, considered the strongest in the Miehmish lines. Meanwhile, Zhao waited for the magic to occur....

The Miehmish ships were mostly afe from the enemy fire. The Wedges were generally massive, measuirng hundreds of kilometers on a side, so large that even the biggest of explosions was generally stoppe by the larger ships Sidewalls, if it even made it that far. Other ships, like the Destroyers were les lucky, taking damage, and even in a few less than luck cases, being destroyed. But by then the Ion bolts were slamming home...to absolutely no effect. The ion bolts were hitting a wall of interposed gravity, it stopped except stronger gravity, plain and simple.

The Fighters were beset by the buzzdroids, byut there was a solution for that, the pilots of the Task Fleets were the best in the Dominion, and each wing scoured the aggravating pests from their hulls. The Wraiths, still safe under cloak, were largely untouched, and they still had the enemy outnumbered 30-1 on their own. They opened up with missiles at their maximum range, 60 on each of the enemy fighters, enough to kill them all in short order. Then they turned, and headed back towards the other fighters still swarmed by Buzz Bots.

The Turbolaser fire was useless, against the Sidewalls and Wedges of the advancing fleet, the range was still to long for any weapon to burn through the sidewalls at all..

Finally, to deal with the device in their midst, a squadron of arbiters burned out their War Generators, breaking the FTLi for a precious second, and sending the item someplace less menacing to them.

When news of the lockdown arrived in Kendari, King Delerän knew exactly what must have happened. After all, the possibility of such a move had been discussed at a meeting held in his own Palace. Clearly, Godular had decided to strike. Kendari would have to help, of course; Godular was an ally, and besides, the Galactic Empire was far too dangerous to pass up this opportunity. This decision was not the King’s to make, and some of those who did hold that power would be hesitant, but Garnyn was confident that he, and those who agreed with him, could convince them. The Isolationist movement had been losing support for generations, and few of its adherents remained in the legislature. Planning his arguments, the Garnyn called together the Parliament and began exercising all his skill at persuasion.

~~~A few hours later…~~~

It had taken a lot of information and a great deal of arguing, but King Delerän had finally obtained a declaration of war and authorization to use all military forces not required for the defense of the kingdom. Even Doomweaver would probably see its share of action in the coming conflict. His orders had gone out quickly, and all of Kendari was preparing for a struggle such as had not been seen since the days before the Isolationists rose to power. The construction facilities around Arferdal and the great shipyards in the Tenrak system were maximizing their production. Extra defensive measures were put in place around all inhabited planets of the Three Systems, and even the border worlds were readied to withstand attacks. Drones, missiles and mines were loaded as ships prepared for combat. Soldiers checked weapons and gathered gear. Tacticians and strategists poured over every scrap of available information about the potential enemies. Also, a heavily encrypted and highly secret message was sent to Godular.

-Honored allies,
I have secured permission to assist you with all available forces in the coming conflict. The fleets of Kendari gather even as I speak; know that we are with you. How can we best be of assistance?

Garnyn Delerän, King of Kendari-

OOC: Battle set to music, eh? I look forward to fighting you in a ground battle or boarding action or some such, so my MXs can join the fun...

The Galactic Empire of DMG is on the far edges of the galaxy, past explored space, and so it was one of the last to receive the message of the attack. The Temple, which was the center of government and of the Grey Order, was abuzz with talk about what had happened in Chronosia. At the top of the temple, in the center spire where the High Council met, a discussion was being held about their next move. The Empire (DMG), had just recently opened to public knowledge in recent years and so few knew about it; that and because it was in the unknown regions. Surrounded by transitory mists and in the remote and unexplored depths space, the Empire had remained isolated from most other systems for thousands of years. Recently, however, the Empress (also Lord Mistress of the Grey Order) had decided to join the Galactic Empire and now it was under attack…

“Mistress, entering a war, especially one of such potential magnitude, would require much of our attention and resources. Not to mention it could cripple our economy if not handled properly-” said an elderly figure sitting in his comfortable seat next to where the Lord Mistress normally sat.

“So we will handle it properly… Kendo” Lord Mistress Dani interrupted him as she stood, the only person doing so, looking out of the window at the vast skyline of the city. She had a habit of calling all of the members of the Grey Order by first names, leaving out their title; even with the venerable and wise Master Kendo Zayne. “We have joined an alliance and we have to act accordingly.”

“But of course I understand Mistress. I just wanted to bring it to the attention of the Council that in this Golden Age of prosperity and peace, a war could do considerable harm-” replied Master Zayne as he turned slightly in his seat to look at the Lord Mistress.

Though again he was cutoff, this time by Count Zadeth, the other Senior High Council Member and Master widely regarded as the second most powerful Grey only to Dani. “We cannot afford to appear weak… for the benefit of the Empire we must aid our allies.”

“I agree with Master Zadeth,” said a young and quite beautiful member of the Council, Mistress Atriax. She had been trained by the Count and had a similar aggressive mentality. She did not wear a robe but instead a black cape that draped over the chair, nearly covering all of it. She was currently the youngest member of the Council, though was more powerful than most in the Order. “We need to aid our brethren and strike now…” she continued, always ready and looking for battle.

A small shrouded figure spoke quickly in Jawaese before ending abruptly. It was Master Nu-Alk Ti, the only Jawa member of the Order and an advocate for war in this case. However, he was quickly followed by the roars of Meibacca, the Wookiee Master, who despite being a ferocious and powerful warrior, was quit passive in times like these. He advocated staying put in the safety of the system unless directly struck at by the enemy.

Mistress Lycandraa, Mistress Elektra and Master Vi-Tex each put their two cents in about the matter. The Council was quite divided on the course of action the Empire should take, but the final decision was up to Lord Mistress Dani. She still stood at the massive glass window staring out past the building and into the distance. She slowly turned her head to the left and looked into the shadows. Standing there was The Knight. He had remained silent and unmoving during the entire thirteen hour discussion and continued to do so as Dani looked for help. He had once been her instructor in the ways of the Greys, but no longer. The most mysterious figure and many guessed the most powerful in the history of DMG always observed the proceedings of the Council and the Lord Mistress, but never gave his wise opinion or consultation.

Seeing that she was, as usual, not going to get any advice from the mysterious cloaked figure in the shadows, she turned back to the rest of the Council. Striding past her seat and to the middle of the room, she declared her orders. “War it is then…” she said, letting the words sink in during a momentary pause. “Activate all military personnel. Put the Guard on standby. Notify the public. Deactivate the FTLi and ready the fleets for jump…” again she paused. “Execute my orders…” she said quickly and with authority. The orders were formally issued with those words and the members of the council began bowing and dispersing to go about their various tasks. After they left, the room was quite for the first time in many hours; only Lord Mistress Dani and The Knight remained…

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Transmission to Chronosia

The Galactic Empire of DMG has recently received your message and have replied in kind. After a long discussion in the Council, the Lord Mistress has decided to join this war. The fleets have been mobilized and moved to full alert for battle status. On behalf of the Grey Order and Empire, we are at your service and await your directions.

Sincerely,
The Vaunted Death Lord, Kezule
Commander of the Imperial Fleets

"Report."

"Dweledelfia prime and New Dornalia are under attack. Talaax and Miehmish forces respectively at the fore."

"Allocate combat resources. They have made their decision, now we must make them rue their folly. Destroy them all. Let us allow the Talaaxians to understand the Kythons."

OOC: Oy you lot, can we make independent threads for this? Leave this thread for declarations of support on whatever side. I'll get the first two flashpoints up.

Dornalian Front (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465030)
Dweledelfian Front (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465029)

The Yukatan Battle Fleet jumped to one of ND's Territories to provide Defence and Help.

Other Forces were Mobilized, Reserves were called up. At a Senate Meeting a High Senator made a drastic Call.

"My people, it is time for us to fully serve our Federation. Now is the time for War, now is the time for Death, now is the time for Destruction. For long we have planned for this day now we can fully serve without fear and without confusion." "Today I ask you fellow Senators, pass this Bill." "With this Bill we will be able to institute a Draft for all Military Positions. To fight an Intergalatic war we need to be able to fight on mulitple planets at once."

Aplause and cheering took over the Senate and House of Reps. The Bill was passed 218 to 0. After that anyone within the ages of 18-40 and in applicable shape and Mental toughness was brought into service of thier choosing. Most applied for Marine and Naval Duty. Those who were felt to be above normal were put into ODST Training.

Within Labs all over the Home planet Dead bodies were brought in to be "re-harvested" the DNA would live in others who would fight. This would bring un presidented heights to the Yukatan Military.

The rapidly escalating conflict finally reached the ears of Hakurabi military forces - following a message found during a routine junk message sweep. As a result, they were totally oblivious as to the massive scale war that was ocurring at the time, at least until the assessment scans.

The Godular were responsible this time, and as always they had a perfectly justifiable reason to enter the fray.

As such, a message was sent to the appropriate Godular authorities.

"We of the Hakurabi have had this war recently brought to our attention, and whilst regrettably we cannot contribute a full sized fleet due to refurbishment within the armed forces, we have an artillery fleet that can be mobilised within two weeks. Pledging our support to your cause, we await instruction as to the destination of our fleet."

The fleet itself truly was an artillery fleet, comprised of nearly 80 siege cannons and just over 40 missile battleships. Alongside were a plethora of Battlecruisers, Faiths and Freighters. This would take some time to prepare, but the docking facilities were large and efficient. Gears and generators whirred to life, nanolathing facilities manufactured crates upon crates of supplies and ammunition needed for the long distance campaign.

Ein Licht nach dem Segeltuch...
Ein Stern nach der Gletscherspalte der Lücke...
Die Blätter des Metalls, Schirme des Glases...
Das Fleisch und das Blut, das dauert kurz...

Zur Schlacht! Dunkel und prachtvoll!
Zum Tod! Unbekannt, Geheimnisvoll!
Zu allen, für die unsere Nation steht!
Entstehen, die tapferen und zutreffenden ye Krieger!
Alle Welten innen singen von Ihnen!
Alle Welten Tremble an der Melodie!

Mächtige Flotten im Ruhezustand liegen...
Schlafend in ihrer süssen Antwort...
Aber Schauer bald mit großer Freude...
Wrack Verwüstung in der teuflischen Nacht!

Zur Schlacht! Dunkel und prachtvoll!
Zum Tod! Unbekannt, Geheimnisvoll!
Zu allen, für die unsere Nation steht!
Entstehen, die tapferen und zutreffenden ye Krieger!
Alle Welten innen singen von Ihnen!
Alle Welten Tremble an der Melodie!

A light upon the canvas...
A star upon the void's crevasse...
The sheets of metal, screens of glass,
The flesh and blood which shortly lasts,

To Battle! Dark and Glorious!
To Death! Unkown, Mysterious!
To All For Which our Nation Stands!
Arise, ye Warriors Brave and True!
All Worlds Within shall Sing of You!
All Worlds Shall Tremble at the Tune!

Mighty fleets at rest do lie,
Dormant in their sweet reply,
But shudder soon with great delight,
Wreak havoc in the fiendish night!

To Battle! Dark and Glorious!
To Death! Unknown, Mysterious!
To All For Which our Nation Stands!
Arise, ye Warriors Brave and True!
All Worlds Within shall Sing of You!
All Worlds Shall Tremble at the Tune!


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"The Council has spoken. The Speaker will now recount the votes."

"Yes, Mr. Chairman. The Council has voted thus:

197 Yea;
2 Nay;
1 Abstains."

"Very well then. As of this moment a state of war exists between the United Federation of Germanische Zustande and the Galactic Empire." The harsh cacophony of the gavel beat reverbrated through the great Council Chambers.

"Mr. Chairman, as Secretary of War, I shall notify our remaining forces of this declaration, and formally inform the Godulans & c. of our support."

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Addressed to the Galactic Empire, Godular:

Source: Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Atheos Prime;

Subject: Declaration of War.


As of 10:24 A.M. Federal Standard Time, the High Council of the Federation has formally declared war upon the organization known as the Galactic Empire.

We hereby pledge our industrial, economic, and military support to the nation of Godular and its allies.

The Council has also prepared a message which will be dispatched in a later communique.

That is all.

-Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Atheos Prime

Parliament Building, Tannen-District, Sucello
7:59 P.M. Common Sucello Time

"It is decided, then. After four hours of deliberation, the Parliament of Tannenmille has decided, unanimously. The Sucellan Governance is going to war."

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Official Decree by the Sucellan Parliament

As of 7:59 P.M. Sucellan Time, the Sucellan Governance is at War with the Galactic Empire and its affiliated nations. Tannenmille withdraws its membership from the Galactic Empire and all Imperial citizens within Tannenmille are being deported to their home nations unharmed and with all their possessions. Imperial trade craft within the Sucellan Governance's borders will be turned around with their cargo. This is a sign of benevolence, as civilians and commerce are not our targets at this time.

Travel at this time in the Sucellan, Belenosian, and Antraeolian systems will be highly policed and watched. There will be no ships entering or leaving our space without proper advance warning and authorization by the Governance. All space fleets have been withdrawn to the core systems from the various Military Installations, and Military Installation 443-432-401 is now on high alert. Imperial presence, military or otherwise, in the Sucellan systems after one week of grace period, will be met with military action. Military ships of the Empire will be destroyed on sight within the Sucellan systems.

As of this message, the Sucellan Governance revokes its membership in the Imperial Senate and asks for membership in the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances.

Signed,

Sovereign Arbiter Peffe Qarokxy Tannen the First, Arbiter over the Triune Systems of the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille

High Chancellor Wolfgang Teron Rosenthal the Second

Grand Admiral Chriztoph Tantim Vengerd, Commander of Suceloforce

Minister Hans Zweig, Minister of Galactic Affairs

Minister Reol Otzehg, Minister of Defense

Friedrich May, Head Commander of TannenIntel

[the 600 signatures of all parliamentary officials]

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OOC: Please don't Deathstar Sucello or any planets in the Sucellan System. If you want to hit my shipyards, they're mainly in the Antraeolian System. Dororsym is the main military planet where infantry comes from, and Coventine, while in the Sucellan System, is the primary shipyard planet.

The Yukatan Battle fleet materialized over Central China.

"Alright we are here to help those who have had misfourtune.Send this to the ND Government on Station."

We have arrived, where would our forces be most efficent to helping your people?

Marines ran to dropships, Humanitarian Supplies were loaded up, Ground Transports rolled into Dropships. The Marines waited for Cordenates to land. They were sad that they would not see action, but then they were happy that they would help those who got the first blow.



Shipyards across Yukatan Space doubled production, Ships rolled off of Assembly lines and into waiting areas to be staffed by new Navy Personel. Marine Recruits and Navy Cadets went through thier Final traning and some went to Officer Traning. Recruits kept pouring in from Local Population Centers and From the Labs.

ooc: check out the link that Godular posted on the previous page about the Dornalian front.

Tannemille: Last I remember, the Death Star was at Kaminos, which is locked-down.

Remember to direct OOC comments to the OOC thread.

Lucian's World

Fields of pestilant flesh in place of earth stretched as far as the eye could see; jaundiced, gangrene-ridden flesh, laced with boils; bursting in putrid geysers of stinking pus; flies filled the air; damnation and disease ran in rivers; septic blood; pus, rolling tides of infection, littered with damned souls; prisoners; testaments to the might of Nurgle; his power unfathomable; his gifts unknowable.

The Great Unclean Ones rose from the muck of the damned world; forcing themselves up; bearing the throne of bloodied, disease thick bones above them; upon it, Lucian; Master of Disease; Plaguelord of the Imperium. He tapped his gauntleted fingers upon the arms of the throne; watching the armies rise. Plague zombies; flesh eaten away at by rampant decay, stood shoulder to shoulder with the bloated legions of the Envenomed Fang; Space Marines. Nurglings cavorted about the seething land as Lucian gestured skyward.

"Our day...Is at hand..."

Tzaan'ga'Lor; Tzeentchian Glyph world

The earth was alive with runes and sigils; carved by ancient sattelites; twisted by the perverse influence of the ever changing one. The ground itself shifted and reformed; letters dancing across the surface of the world. A vast fortress of marble and glass seemed to dance between forms; while Black dragons cavorted about it in primal fury; warpfire upon their jaws. Uruks gathered in black worship in the many cathedrals that blended together to form this mighty edifice of the Changer; shifting into new and profane shapes; runes seething across the walls; burning the very air; in place's it rained letters...

"...Our triumph is nigh...."

Severino raised his hand to clasp at dancing figments of energy; behind him, great multi-colored wings moved and swayed; the Lord's of Change cawing and crooning; whispering in maleficent tongues.

Cabot's World

Blood rained from the heavens; it bubbled in rivers and seethed in twisting trenches about the mighty fortress. It was carved of solid bronze and stone; adorning the side of a vasty mountain; hiding the complexes below. Skulls adorned every point; every spike; skulls hung in chains above the great doors; and formed, along with yet more bronze; a vast throne of skulls; blood pouring from each eyeball; running from behind jawless, fleshless mouths. Cabot sat upon his throne; and bowed before him were his siblings; Radu Vykos, master of the Rabid Seraphim; and the great red-armoured, winged form of Hakar Terethil; Lord of the Blood Furies. These were the servants of Khorne; the Bloody Triumvirate.

"As our grasp extends across the Universe....Closing about our galaxy; faced with these upstarts..."

The Watchtower

Before the fall of Azaha to it's once-true owners; the Watchtower came into being; an immense fortress; set upon the remenants of a long-dead world; perched like carrion-eater over a fresh grave; to observe the enemy in their nest; to watch for their damned incursions; here dwelt Archon Lash; and Gabriel; respectively Primarchs of the Black Order and Ascendant Daemons, watched and waited; about them, their fleets had readied; their men had come...

"...We must be strong; United. We must be an Empire. Yet I tell you this. I do not care if all this Empire came crashing down; so long as those who dwell in it fought with fury; I would see the Imperium itself sundered; so long as we did not go gently....So long as we FOUGHT! Like sons of Entropy! Like Master's of Chaos!"

Hydran Prime

Beneath the Earth; metal took new shapes; weapons forged by daemon hands; weapons forged by beings, once-men; now lords of Chaos; now Master's of the Machine. The grand Primarch of the Steel Fists; Aesri; moved softly; his mighty hammer chained about his wrist; his robes alive with armor and chains. His followers looked upon him and saw not a man, but a living God; a living embodiment of the Machine God's wrath. Above them; the Titan Legion's gathered; the mighty war Machines known by the single, bloodied name; Curor Vult, Blood Wills it

"Who are they to define evil with their own moralities? Their own codes? Who are they to name us devil? We are simply an aspect; as are they! We are Entropy! Chaos! Destruction! They term themselves Light, Order, Law; Beauty! What finer beauty is there than Chaos! Than destruction and damnation! LET THEM COME!"

Chronosia Prime

And this the source; this the heart of the grand Monster; this the centre of an Empire of fury and power; of damnation and destruction. This where Remiel himself spoke still; his voice carried to every corner of the Imperium; from the fetid wastes were the dead walked in service to the God of Plague; to the bloodied fields of battle; where the firstborn warrior; clawing in cannibalistic fury at the corpse of his dire foe, looks up; and sees the vast red-armored Warrior of the Gods; beckoning him to destiny. From the places where reality fades under the hand of the Lord of Magick; to the orgiastic pleasures of worlds lusting for the Embrace of the Dark Prince.

Remiel speaks; his words, like the fires of hell; are cleansing fires; refining flames; teasing and shaping the Imperium to it's purpose; to it's glorious fulfillment of destiny.

"Destiny is at hand; I say to you; we shall take it! We shall grasp it!" The sentient swords at his side stirr in murmered, fitful half-slumber; roused by his anger; fuelled by his zeal; these stealers of souls; these black runeblades, dedicated to the Four Gods; formed of Daemon Souls; consumers of their kin; devourers of mortal spirit....

"Make us instruments of war; where there is hatred let us sow the seeds of destruction. Where there is injury; let us bring death and decay. Where there is despair; where there is darkness; where there is sadness; let us bring the cleansing light and fire of the Warp!"

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Transmission to Chronosia

The Galactic Empire of DMG has recently received your message and have replied in kind. After a long discussion in the Council, the Lord Mistress has decided to join this war. The fleets have been mobilized and moved to full alert for battle status. On behalf of the Grey Order and Empire, we are at your service and await your directions.

Sincerely,
The Vaunted Death Lord, Kezule
Commander of the Imperial Fleets

Brothers in arms; we applaud you for your commital to our cause. The Empire shall not crumble before these rebellious upstarts; before these whores who bow and scrape and wish to lay us low. They are cattle; there are excrement. They are but food for the Gods. Join us brother; fight onwards; fight hard; fight well; fight for the Empire, and you shall know your reward; prove yourselves, and our blessings shall fall upon you.

There shall be war in heaven, and glory in the void; we shall look upon our enemies; and the Warp shall have their souls; we shall look upon our foes; and their worlds shall bleed...

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Offical statement From The Ministry of Interplanetary Affiars


In the waking days of this insuing war, Hobbeebia has seen increase number of armed vessels crossing close or through Hobbeebian space. As we are normally neutral in most cases Hobbeebian High Command and the Hobbeebia Royal Family have voted to declare ourselves at an aggressive neutral state with the Galactic Empire. As of tonight forces will be deployed to various points of the Hobbeebian Empire. And at the first sign of trouble our status will change to a War status.


Hobbeebian Ministry of Interplanetray Affiars
Hobbeebian Royal Family
of The Superior Majectic Imperium of Hobbeebia

Due to the aggressive acts taken on by the Nation of Chronosia and the recent incurrsion into our borders, the Abh Empire hereby decalres war on Chronosia in retaliation. War has also been declared on the nation Mini Miehm for it's attacks on our ally New Dornalia.

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne~Debuesec

Federal Document Of War

The Federated Planets of Yukatania, have officialy Declared War upon Chronosia, and Allies. Upon mobalizing our Forces to unprecedented heights and sending Aid to out Ally who took the first blows, we now Declare war upon The Chronosian Forces and thier Allies. As of 2:31 YSMT all Boarders are closed exepct to Allied Ships, those who are not broadcasting a Allied FOF Signal will be destroyed without remorse. Fleets have been Mobalized and sent to Frontier Posistions to guard out Systems. The Home system of Yukatania has activated the FTLi fields, limiting FLT travel untill the systems edge. We will join our GFFA brothers in battle and in blood. We will never surrender, we will never give up, we will press on into the never.

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To: The Imperial Nycarian Grand Navy Of SeaQuest - Naval High Command
From: The Democratic Republic Of Galactic Patrol - Galactic Patrol High Council
Topic: Loan Of Ships

It has been decided to loan you fifteen Maulers in addition to the six Dreadnaughts and twelve Cruisers we sent earlier. You may only use these ships in defensive roles. We don't want to loose our ships to a foolish offensive action in a war we are officially staying neutral in. We are still deliberating on if we will send you any troops or not.

OOC: SeaQuest, you know the tech almost as well as I do. Still, I'll be watching to make sure you don't misuse something.

The Klingtonian Council and Emperor are unianmous(sp) in their decision to support Godular.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I don't feel like making it all RPy. You already know you got my support.

OFFICIAL IMPERIAL RESPONSE

The pathetic heathens of Godular and assorted weaklings have made a horrific mistake in attacking the Galactic Empire. The GFFA shall not be allowed to continue its insolence any longer. The Dooman Empire, thusforth, pledges its full and unwavering support to the cause of our Chronosian breathren; Brothers in Chaos. The Lord Warmaster himself shall lead the campaign the smite the infidel. To the GFFA we say this: Covert now, or fall forever.

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Offical Ruling by the Colonial Federal Senate


The Colonial Federal Goverment, here by declares a State of high agression apon the Agressors towards the Galactic Empire. CFG also Declares a state of war between ANY who have stated "War with the Galactic Empire and its affiliated nations" or "War apon Chronosia an Allies". The CFG will offer Aid and defence to all allied nations of the GE but will not engage in Invasion of agressors worlds unless a direct attack apon CFG Citizens, Space or ships is commited.


OOC: this is just a tag till i make a propper post, the thread tools thing is not working for some reason.

/transmission to all GFFA members/
..../start transmission/justified genocide/unencrypted/

Your destruction is the will of the Gods... and we are their instrument.

/end transmission/

Tag for joinage

No you don't. This was called off a while back due to generalized OOC crap.

Tag for joinage

This thgread has been dead for like 2 months now.

Sorry. I volunteered to join when I petitioned for GE membership and got a positive response, and I hadn't read through the thread.