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The Battleship Obsidian, just outside of Corpsac Space...

The infamous Garian Blood Spiller sat upon his throne, adorned with various body parts on a bridge littered with the spoils of piracy. His crew was either to drunk or to busy counting their newly ill-gotten gains to notice that their leader had gotten up from his chair with an announcement which was broadcasted through his fleet.

"Well, well, well fools. Looks like our little brake is over; I have found us a new little playground belonging to some pathetic race whose 'Empire', if one could call such a scrappy little pile of systems that, is known through-out as the Corpsac or some ridiculous thing such as that."

The sounds of jubilee could be heard throughout the comms, the chattering of drunkards and sociopaths permeating through the network as Garian cleared his throat.

"Get ready peons, within the hour we will be doing what we've been doing for the past 10 years. Raiding convoys, ambushing police fleets, mining up asteroid fields, and hell, the occasional all out assault on their military should be fun!"

The same chatter as before was heard rushing through the comm network, --at a volume so loud Garian had to plug his ears-- it was a reaction that Garian had hoped for, this mass of souls he called his crew still had that fighting spirit they would need to survive through this new round of piracy.

Garian sat back down, with strands of his hair, white as freshly fallen snow lay down over his face, a face which was smooth as the metals which made up his mighty Battle Armour. The Armour itself as much a weapon as well as a shield. Spikes protruding from the elbows and knees, the knuckles and forearms with even more fearsomely sharp protrusions. Garian's eyes--red as the blood that stained the floor-- focused on the nearest minion.

"Fetch me my sword and side arm; I shall be needing them for the battles which lie ahead."

The fidgety minion let out a wail of delight; serving Garian was the highest honour one could hope for in this gaggle of greedy, demented psychos.

"Helmsmen, lay in a course. Tomorrow our rain of Terror shall begin in Corpsac!"

The helmsmen let out a wail of excitement as he went about his task. The others on the bridge joining him in his excitement; it had been weeks since their last large raid, bordem quickly setting in. Now they had a new job, one that would end the tedium of floating meaninglessly around the dark bowels of hyperspace.

The minion returned, dragging a large brown sack across the floor from the captains’ quarters. It contained a large sword, one so heavy two men of exceptional strength would be required to get it off the ground, and a sword of equal size and weight.


"Excellent Minion, now off with you before I test my blade with your bones!"

The minion scurried off as Garian lifted the blade without effort. The hilt was stained red with the blood of countless and often hapless victims. The blade itself had a length larger than Garian himself--who stood at about seven and a half feet-- and as wide as the length of a mans forearm. With a flick of the wrist, Garian's prized blade spun about in the air, creating a fierce breeze that blew about all the light refuse which had collected on his bridge.

Garian let out a small hail of laughter as his fleet began to move. His hollowed laughter permeated throughout the bridge, sending a chill through the spines of anyone who was in earshot.

Garian dropped his sword, blade first into the grating of the hull, the blade cutting through it as if the floor had not been made out of anything than the pungent air that filled the bridge. Garian took the clip that went to his sidearm out of the bag. Though the gun was hardly a sidearm, itself weighing more than a full-grown man. The clip, which went to this gun, carried about seven bullets, each with enough power cut through the thickest of personal--and in some cases vehicle-- Armour.

Garian’s teeth, which shown with the luminosity of a moon at its fullest, were canine like and rapid in their appearance. His smile was capable of instilling enough fear to drive any man unacquainted into madness. It was through this smile that Garian gave out his last order before heading to his chambers for some much needed rest.

"Once we cross-over into their space have the stealth scouts scour the systems, if they find anything worth our trouble have me know. Until that time, I need rest. Anyone who disturbs me shall wish that I had thrown them out the airlock!"

The armada of ramshackle vessels plodded onward towards Corpsac, with a stealthy grace that would not seem possible for these ships, most of which were on the verge of imploding as they moved along, undetected through the void of hyperspace. Within a days time Corpsac would know fear, and the name of that fear was Corpsac.

*Hate to do it, but I have to bump this atleast once before I hit the sack.*

*bump again, up longer than I thought I would be.*

*Argh, I've got a spoon in me ear!*

Bumpage for a freind)

*Yawn, Bump*

*Sigh, Bump*

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OOC: why so meny bumps? i do have a life other then Nationstates. Cheers Gradasi for TGing me the link (its better then bumping). All i need now is to know what system/place your attacking....maps in my factbook. Just to let you know FTL traval in my space is rather unstable and theres a chance you will jst be riped out of FTL traval, i'll leave that up to you tho.

OOC: CAB-010 in Arm Beta is what I am going for. Does that system have any other name or do I just use that three letter designation?

OOC: i would advise agenst the CAB sector....theres a war in that region of space and CAB-010 to CAB-020 at the moment have a few 100 ships in it and geared up for a war.

CAA sector is where my attack on Fedral is going from, CAD would be a good sector to assult, but its up to you.

The Battleship Obsidian, somewhere in Corpsac Space

"What have the scans of the Beta Arm revealed peon?" Garian asked dryly.

"There seems to be some manner of war being fought in that sector Garian, Sir."

"Then it is not worth our time. Their opposition will have already blown anything not guarded by a large military escort into the next realm. Nothing can be gained from assaulting an area gripped in a bloody war." Garian scoffed. "Tell me what the scans of Alpha and Delta reveal when the scouts get back from their mission."

"It shall be done, master."

Garian sulked off the bridge; agitated by the news of their first target being a waste of time. Garian made his way down to the mess hall, hunger over-coming his urge to pillage.

"Dimitri! Fetch me a plate of whatever slop you've got prepared." Garian bellowed as he entered the mess.

With a hint of reluctance, Dimitri complied, poring a mass of foul smelling goo onto a plate, which he then about threw down in front of Garian.

"I see you still prepare the worst food in the universe Dimitri." Garian said, rolling his eyes before digging into the disgusting quagmire which Dimitri called food. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you scrapped this shit off a rotting corpse!" Garian continued, choking down the food.

"Heh, you complain all you want. You haven't seen the filth that the cooks aboard the other ships feed their men!" Dimitri replied, a hoarse laugh bellowing from his gullet. "So Garian, how goes the Corpsac venture?"

Garian wiped his mouth before responding; the sticky beige slop that he was eating had created quite a mess. "Not so well thus far. This region of space is somewhat unstable in hyperspace."

"Oh? How unstable?" Dimitri replied, with a slight sense of curiosity permeating through his voice.

"Well, we've seen and been through worse. Though, we have to travel slower than I would like, and we have to spread the fleet out a bit more as well." Garian dug back into what ‘food’ that still remained in front of him after his reply.

"Ah well, you just need some patience. Anything else?" Dimitri replied, cleaning the counter off as he awaited a response.

"The first sector we were going to try is embroiled in some sort of war, not good for pillaging as of now." One could barely make out what Garian said through the food which he was eating as he replied to Dimitri's questioning.

"`Tis good news then!" Dimitri howled as he slammed a glass of liquid down in front of Garian. "It means that Corpsac has to dedicate more of its military to that area, leaving certain convoys with lighter guard, and in some cases none at all!"

Garian took a swig of the vile liquid to wash down the equally as vile food that was now scattered about the counter. "Well that isn't all of it." Garian took another quick swill of his drink, "Corpsac is at war with another empire, and it seems one of exceptional strength." Garian barely managing to finish before a belch roared from deep within him.

"Oh, so they will have even less dedicated to guard duty! Brilliant!" Dimitri continued to laugh as he refilled Garian's mug. "Hell, I might come out of this kitchen and join in on this fun you're to be having!" Dimitri lifted up his assault rifle as he was speaking. "Been a long while since I used this, ya know."

Dimitri was not a man to be trifled with, as a cook or as a soldier. He was not quite as tall as Garian, but still large enough he had to crouch when entering most rooms that were designed for particularly tall men. Dimitri was much larger than Garian though, whose Battle Armour gave him more size than he would give credit-- his massive girth made it impossible for him to traverse most busy hallways without causing traffic to come to a halt. Most, if not all, of this mass was muscle, albeit poorly toned.

Dimitri's muscle made him more adept to the battlefield, but his preference had always been the kitchen, where he had been for most of his time under Garian. It was for the best really, Dimitri was one of the oldest amongst Garian's gaggle of greedy misfits, and with age comes the inevitable decay of all things needed to fight properly. Dimitri, while adept in the kitchen where the most action he ever saw was a fight between a few drunk shipmates, had also accumulated many injuries which would have made combat more of a chore than a hazard. His left leg was nigh useless, having taken more than a few shots from Armour piercing rounds-- and his right eye had been taken out one day long ago when his protective visor failed and let the shrapnel from a grenade through.

This all coupled with the fact that Dimitri was a might clumsy did not make him much of an asset on the battlefield, more of a liability really-- but his sense of joy which permeated the air around him did make him a morale booster for those around him. It is because of this that Garian decided to spend time with him, when he was able. Dimitri's presence kept Garian at ease when the times were dire, and now was again one of those times.

"Well Dimitri, I would thank you for the food if eating it wasn't shaving years off my life. I must now be off to plot the demise of men, women, and anyone else who gets in our way!" Garian wailed as he left the mess, a cheering of sorts followed his short speech; the men were ready for blood, and soon they would have it.

"Lord! We have news from the returning scouts!" A gauntly man at one of the terminals shrieked as Garian emerged onto the bridge.

"Fool! Out with it then!" Garian replied as he slid into his thrown.

"Scouts report that the Delta Arm would be our most viable target. All the forces in that area are moving out to fight the war against The-Fedral-Union or whatever is brewing in the Beta Arm." The peon answered.

"Hmm, just as I had hoped. Their military should be stretched thin, even if on high alert-- thus posing us little problem if we stick to smaller engagements and don't get too cocky." Garian said. "Announce to the fleet that we will begin our rampage shortly in CAD-010..." Garian paused, "No, that will not do at all...." Again, Garian paused, "Oh, fuck the name. We will find something more suitable to call it at a later date, preferably after we've taken everything and killed everyone." Laughter and praise could be heard echoing throughout the bridge as Garian finished speaking.

The Armada that Garian had amassed after many years of pillage and plunder began their move towards CAD-010. The weapons were primed, shields readied, and combat thrusters were test fired; it wouldn't be long now before the people of Corpsac knew fear.

OOC: So... is there anything that will come out of me posting this?

CAD-010
Delta Arm Colonial Fleet Command

CAD-010 was one of the most busy systems in CAD, house to the Feet Command of the Delta arms Coloinal Defence fleet and Defence system to the IS-01 Shipyard Complex system.

Fleet Admiral Kain was at her desk on the massive CFC station, a battlestation and supply point of the Colonial forces in the CAD sector. CAD was also the first Sector to have a Sector Army of the new and strange Federal Marines. Each system had a system army, each army consited or over 147,000 troops but that was the main thing of CAD.

Since CAD was also a major trade route to IS-01, defences here were pritty tight.

Suddenly someone burst into Kains office, she wasnt happy about as she looked up.

"what is it?" she said in a cold manner.

"Partical sensors have detected clocked ship mam not long ago, the system defence net was activated, but we've just detected a large mass of ships inbound" The Commander said.

"what...." she replyed with a shocked manner. "Fedrals?"

"no mam, unknowns...by the looks of them Pirates...but the Pirates in this sector know its suiside to attack this place." The commander replyed.

"vary well, contact the Fleets have them short jump to the defence locations, contact the planets military commanders tell them we maby expect company" she stood up quickly "and have the Wraith of Kain ready to recive me...im personal going to lead this defence."


Across the system the mine fields acitivated aswell as the sentery gun platforms, the fleets that was massing to move to the CAA sector, totaling 565 ships aswell as the defence fleets totaling to 226 ships had jumped to key points across the system for the defence.

Kain didnt understand it, CAD-010 was one of the most heavly guarded border worlds to the inner systems, who would be so stupid to attack. Then she had a thought what if they are delay our forces...thos fucking fedrals, as she bored her shuttle to take her to her fleet Carrier, one of the most powerful in the colonial fleets. it was nearly 1.5 Kms long with over 500 fighters and the most advanced weapons on it.

it was now a waiting game, waiting for the enemy to pass though the outer defence net...then the fun would come.


OOC:
Wraith of Kain (http://colonialfleets.com/gallery/data/media/1/ranger1.jpg)

OOC: i have writers block at the moment, hence why my posts in hte alast few days have been sh**.

OOC: Whoa whoa whoa, slow down thar. While it is obvious that since you are warring with someone in your Beta arm, and also the Fedrals (could I get a link to that thread btw?) in your Alpha arm, which of course means that your scanners are working extra hard as of late, I fail to see how your sensors (especially particle sensors, which I assume work by detecting exhaust particles from the ships engines as they fire for maneuvering) would detect me through hyperspace (which, by your own admission is very turbulent, makes travel their harder but also must be an added hell on your sensor technology) especially while I am cloaked to boot. It is not that I expect to waltz in and out at my own leisure; an empire facing defeat in one area and a new enemy incursion in another would no doubt step up patrols when at all possible(two wars on two fronts doesn't exactly leave you with much in the way of forces for escorting.).

I also find it odd, and correct me if I am wrong-- that you have any sort of defense network in hyperspace, which itself, by the very nature of FTL, is not just one dimension, it really is a blanket term for space travel people find most favorable without thinking about it. My pirate fleets are not traveling in the same hyperspace dimension as everyone else, for the very reason doing so would be suicide; running into patrols, bounty hunters and pissed off militaries would not make pirating worth it if everyone traveled the same road.

I also find an issue as it pertains to your defense fleets jumping into key locations; by your own admission FTL in your sector of space was tricky if not downright hazardous, so I have my doubts, and I feel they are well founded-- that your defense fleets could jump about into key locations and defend anything if what you've said about FTL is true.

I am not saying that I should be able to waltz in and begin a round of piratering as easy as it is for someone to do their ABC's, only that your response to my oncoming fleets (which would be in the system by now, even if not doing anything) isn't exactly right either.

OOC: sos my mistake, i missunderstood that your ships had exited FTL outside the systems. Also my Short Jump systems are designed with the FTL problems inmind, short jump systems are designed for a short jump (unlink standard Jump witich is Long distance as within my space needs a jump lane), Short Jump isnt effected by the Problems corsed by the unstableness they were designed to combat this, you have to remember my People have been in this region for 1000s of years, its only been unstable in hte last 200, in that time my people would work on a system to jump..hence short jump was born.

Also Partical Sensors are different to what you think, Partical sensors are designed to detect abnormal movement of Particals in space (its full of Particals, dust, Hydrogen and what ever other stuffs in space). Even a Cloaked ship can hand the fact that it disrupts even the most basic level of space (your ships still a psyical thing).

I have no Defences network in hyperspace, my people stoped using Hyperspace since that was the most unstable FTL to use in this region (if your useing B5 Hyperspace).

Also each of the 010 or 001 systems in the Colonial arms are the Sector Fleet Defence HQs, and for that reasion they have heavy defences, also for the fact that this system is the direct and only link into IS-01, the shipyard complex, a system wide Shipyard devoid of any planets and such just a massive Complex. Lots of trade in and out of CAD-010. I'll edit the post later, its 4 in the morning at the moment.

wrong thread

OOC: So. While I can certainly understand that you live in a different time zone, and have three different threads dedicated to incursions into your territory, can I ask for a sort of time frame for when we can conclude this?