NationStates Jolt Archive

Typhus rose slowly his robes swishing eerily in the empty hall. The great stone chamber resounded with his footfalls as he stepped down from his throne and dais and toward the once majestic great doors. He looked about him at the up at the vaulted ceiling, at the great obsidian walls, and the great crystal pillars that had been chipped away until they were perfect replicas of the great Draconian Warmasters since the founding of the Cult.
Typhus walked slowly stopping to kneel at each statue and touch its gauntleted hand. When he finally reached the end of the hall he stopped and gave a low bow to the hall in all its vastness, he would never see it again. The great stone doors that had never closed no matter what hellish storm raged swung shut silently as Typhus walked forward on the blackened stone landing. The stone had been worn smooth over the thousands of years since the Cult had taken up residence.
Looking down the mountainside Typhus smiled faintly, remembering the first time he had ascended the great stair to join the Cult in its mountain-fortress so many years ago. Typhus walked down the steps slowly, being sure to touch each step and not hurry down as he had been prone to, above him the sky was a mottled orange of pollution that cast a sickly glow over everything he saw. As Typhus reached the bottom of the great stair a small ground-to-orbit shuttle landed in the ash plain ahead of him
The shuttle was a sleek angular thing that was mostly engines and if you knew the design, concealed weapons. It had originally been a fighter craft but there wasn't a Cult man alive who would travel in something non-military so it had been converted to carry Cult Kommanders from their fortress to one of the orbiting ships. It was jet black, the colour used by both the Padmaz military and by the Draconian Cult, and featured prominently on each flank of the ship was a crimson clawed fist raised up on a silver reflective background that shone perfectly even in the sickly light.
Typhus approached slowly, his robes whipping about him in the wind and indeed the powerful toxins in the air were eating away at the robes even as he walked. It was not a sensation he enjoyed and for the first time in all day Typhus moved at his more usual space taking massive ground eating strides that brought him to the shuttle in a pair of minutes.
"Lord," a power-armoured Draconian stepped from the shuttle's hatch and bowed, "You are the last to leave the planet. All is in readiness for our departure from this world... save the vanguard." Typhus nodded. The Cult always led the vanguard, always ready to take the Bright Leap upon arrival.
"Very good, let us be gone," He stepped into the shuttle and turned to take one look at the vast mountain fortress, gleaming obsidian statues standing guard at its gates, before ducking his head and entering the shuttle. This was the second world Typhus had seen die, and he was glad that this time the fortress of his men would still be standing as he left it.


Far from any known stars, from any charted planets, and without the light of a home star in the sky, a lone ship faded into reality. It slowly congealed into realspace and hung there for brief seconds a black silhouette only visible because of the stars whose light it blocked. In precious seconds the ship awoke with a speed that only horror could compel. There was nothing to be seen for millions of AUs. And within moments the lone ship was joined by others, it dwarfed them all with its kilometers long bulk. The other ships appeared in formation around their larger cousin, immediately moving to protect it from all angles, not even the confusion on the comms about a lack of planets would stop this. Aboard the first ship to appear, the captain stared about him in muted horror.
“Quickly, begin long range scans look for any system within range of a jump!” Typhus hissed glaring about him with a flaring of nostrils. The men on the command deck worked with a frantic intensity, searching for anything familiar in the networks of stars or a nearby system capable of supporting a fueling operation. Typhus himself sat on an ancient stone throne, slim wires slid out from the vambraces of his powerarmour to interface with concealed ports in the throne’s arms. He looked out on the vacuum with the clarity of all the ship’s sensors at once and what he saw made him hiss with terrible wrath. The knowledge seeped into his skull, it could be compared to ice water trickling down the back of your skull into your brain… there were only two systems in range of the fleet. And it was nearly impossible that either would hold a world that met the people’s needs, or even fuel enough to find such a system without significant effort.
Typhus cut the link and opened his eyes, visions of all the universe fading to the darkened hall of his command centre. “We have the range to reach two systems, we have a day to make a decision… not enough time for probes, deep scans, or even divinations,” He spoke into the comm. His voice spread throughout the ships reaching every Captain under his command, as well as his own elite guard and officers. The captain of the sixth company would probably make the final decision as he was the master of the fleet in absence of Typhus and Typhus trusted his judgment in this above all things. “You have five hours to come to me with a proposal of where we are to lead the fleet. Dark’s blessing to you all.”
Typhus cut the link and rose from his throne with a terrible sigh. The protective clear lids slid over his eyes betraying annoyance and he slid a long forked tongue over his fangs. The Master was in torpor, as were all the rest of The Padmaz people, and the majority of his kommand was in similar state. He brought one taloned hand up to rub his forehead and stepped down from his throne. He knew what now lay on his shoulders and it weighted them heavily. He looked at the stars on the main screen once more and then entered the icy dark halls for his chambers.

It was a mere hour before an answer came back and Typhus rose from his meditations. His Captains, navigators, scanner-specialists, and indeed officers, had looked at both systems thoroughly. Both had very similar stars, comparable age, and both yellow. And so, unable to know more until they were closer, the decision had been reached by consulting the light. The daemons of the light, which Typhus, his captains, and some of the veterans, technically were were known for prophecy. And so a sacrifice had been made, the death of a senior navigator (who it turned out believed he had to die in order to repent for the failure to The People) had killed himself to allow Cutter the senior-most Draconian, he even did not know how old he was, to speak to the Daemons and an answer had come back. The second system, with the marginally larger sun, would be the fleet’s target. Typhus accepted this news with a nod of his great horned head and stepped up to seat himself at the Kommand throne. “Fine, may the light be banished from our path and the darkness shade us.”
The Fleet moved, and far behind them a disturbance moved through space. A vast force was on the move, the population of a planet and all the guards it could produce moved in the wake of a relatively small group of outriders.

OOC: There ya go, I'm back. Feel free to interact on your own levels and detect fleet movements. Contacting the fleet is very much impossible, (sorry guys) until my next post when they enter realspace again. I'd love to have a planet of non-NPC natives in the system my people are approaching but meh.

For those of you that knew me, everything has changed. The slate is clean. I still support Melkor. For those yet to meet me, it'll be a pleasure.

bump

Hanging in the system was the fleet of the Jeshandi, taking a short break before they themselves moved on. There was furious activity against most of the hulls as repairs were being made, as well as near constant traffic between the fleet and the nearest planet. Aboard the flagship Valheru, the sensor operator noticed something odd. Waving toward a superior, he quickly explained what he saw. "Perhaps they will jump past us" said the officer. Turning to the comms operator, he said "Send a message to the surface. Alert the Car'a'carn." The traffic suddenly became one-way, heading away from the planet with those heading towards it turning around.

(hmmm is your nation human or something else? just wondering it doesn't matter)


(ooc: im just going to jump in with a carrier group protecting a few miners)

The USS John F Kennedy, and various other war ships, troop ships and cargo ships were in a system unknowingly related to events forth coming...

The largest ship was the USS Iowa, a massive 8 Km beast, its grey rough hull shined in the near by stars light, as it headed up the formation of the medium sized group. its engines rumbled with an ominous resonance inside the ship.

On the bridge, things were quite different from the dark quiet void of space, officers , personnel, crew members and engineers; were all attending to there duty's busily, going form one station to another , the commander stood over a large table over looking a holographic display of the sector of space, there were numerous blips indicating FTL travel, but interference from near by nebula, made it almost impossible to indicate were they were going...


The con officer who was busy trying to rout communications from the mining ships to the military outpost on the ground, turned around in his swiveling chair to look over some monitors, there was a communications on route from FDF command, with a voice of urgency he said to the young 18 year old tall skinny commander "Sir.. we have an incoming transmission from Federal command.. patching it on now" the con officer taped a couple of buttons on his console .

Admiral Christan dela-cruz poped up on the screen over the table, the commander looked up promptly saying , "good evening admiral.... i take it this isn't a a friendship call ?"

The Admiral sighed getting down to business right off the bat, and speaking in a Latin accent "No commander.. im here to tell you that most of the John F Kennedy carrier group has been relieved, Federal command needs the to patrol a border at the other edge of Federal space, but we will be leavening you with a mercury class ship , 3 vipers , and a carrier ... good luck with the rest of the mission, dela-cruz out.." the screen poped off ... bastidas sighed


"damn it... well what can go wrong with a few miners, why the hell dose the FDF send carrier groups to protect miners any way, its not like any one will attack them.."


most of the fleet had jumped out with there chrono drives, a Skelton fleet of 6 ships were now left to defend the planet...




(OOC the USFU isn't aggressive, our government is a federal republic and we are based heavily off the USA, if you or any other race came up in a non aggressive non attacking stance, we would Probably open diplomatic channels up, been a while since i made a good post or had a good rp prospect,we could just assume im mining a planet in the same system or a different one, it all depends on what you want or would agree on, if its the same the USFU would Probably be ignoring natives and mining a planet that is un inhabited in the system )

Planet Snora –

Captain Cain sat in his stateroom, picking at a plate of food while flicking through reports from the following day. His ship, HMS Malta, floated in space just above the Wintrees Colony on Snora.

The Colony was well established having been settled about 70 years ago, it was still dependant on shipments from the other Colonies but its trade in rare artifacts and research was more then enough to make it a viable settlement.

The reports were effectively, empty. His ship, as well as his escort HMS Marlow, had been sitting here for the past month. His orders told him to protect the trade lanes, all 2 of them… There was no glory here.

“Captain to the CIC,” cracked the ship’s intercom, “Urgent.”

Cain stood up and did up his tunic, he necked the last of his glass of scotch and headed for the door.

“Whats the situation?” asked Cain as he entered the CIC.

“We’ve been tracking what we can only assume to be a heavy concentration of ships,” the lieutenant pointed to an electronic map displayed on the command table, “We’ve been unable to track their course, they appear to be jumping all over the sector… although astrometrics suggest that’s because of the nebula in the sector jamming our sensor packages.”

“Have we deployed our Raptors?” asked the Captain.

“No sir, I was waiting on you sir,” replied the Lieutenant, handed the Captain a datacard.

“Ok, get them out there, standard pattern.” Said Cain, looking at the datacard, “Where is Commander Richards?” he asked.

“On the surface, sir.”

“Recall him. Send a data packet to fleet command with all the data we’ve got so far. Get me a line with the Governor.”

OOC:

TFU: Non-human, and unless you're mining an ice-world it won't be your world my people are interested in, it's all how you want to play it. My next post will be open enough that if you move quickly you can open diplomatic channels... of course if you would like we could start with a skirmish that ends before anything serious happens.

Jeshand: As our method of travel deprives our ships of any sensors we will probably just go past you, if you care to follow us and see what happens feel free.

Wintrees: I suggest you co-ordinate with TFU, or there can be multiple operations in the system... I care not.

I'll have a post up later tonight ( got an essay to write and then I can begin on this.) Great responses and it feels damned good to have an RP up again... it's been too long.

(OOC: we could use an ice world :P, and a skirmish would be ok .. non human is good finally some one with style)

The Draconian fleet faded into realspace simultaneously this time, the leviathan Draco’s Claw, in the centre of the Cult formation. Around it Cult strike cruisers moved into defensive positions. Typhus sat in his kommand throne a hololithic display of the system hovering before him, blips indicating numerous energy signatures from un-identified ships and even ground outposts. He gave a long hiss of pleasure, it had been millennia since he had seen battle. With a gesture to Black, the captain of his guard, the ship was raised to combat alert, the point defense and massive long range cannon were loaded while a the main shield was raised.

“Warmaster,” the hololith to his right flickered to life showing grinning skull helmet of Captain Arkady of the 6th company, “Our scans are in agreement with your own, these natives do not know of our presence and are not close enough for engagement. I wish to begin to scout the system, I will take Vengance and Wrath with me.” Typhus nodded slowly. All of his ships, encluding the ‘Claw could cloak, although some such as the claw couldn't even manage to move because of the energy drain.. But the Vengance, Wrath, and Fury had more advanced cloaking systems and lacked the scale of most of the Cult’s ships. The had only been created recently, in the last few hundred years, and had a heavier reliance on electronic systems than Typhus cared for… but they carried as much firepower as any other ships in his fleet.

“Request granted, Captain. Stealth in and get a closer look at the planets of this backwater. Do not engage, if they see you activate Inertial Flux Drive and get back here… we will be sitting hot with all guns ready.”

“Thank you my lord, Dark’s blessings.”

“Unto thee also, and happy hunting.”

Typhus sighed and watched the ships flicker out of existence, through the daemonic link he shared with the other captains and veterans he could still sense their location but not much else. “I want all weapons charged and ready, shields at full! We will not fall back, we will not fail, we will show any who would oppose us the power of the Light.” Typhus grinned and his eyes burned with an inner fire like they had not in ages. He looked over at the mirrored weapons stand that held his personal arms when he was on the kommand deck. He could see his reflection perfectly, sharp angular features, fine scales that could be mistaken for skin the pallor of dead flesh, and burning green eyes. He grinned revealing a mouth full of black fangs glistening with poison and touched his horns, two great curved rams horns that had curled around to form tusks and had been bleached over the years. He stood over nine and half feet tall, tall even among the Padmaz, and the suit of blessed powered armour that covered his body did not help.

He rose, slowly, and walked over to the stand. He reached out and lovingly caressed the hilt of his sword, Mitternacht, before donning it and a pair of massive pistols. Each was covered with etched runes and had ornate molded dragon’s head muzzles. Above them rested a massive rifle or ancient design. It was incredibly inefficient by modern standards but as Typhus picked up the five-barreled monstrosity of a gauss MG he reflected that modern standards didn’t feel as good in one’s hands as something you had built yourself.

Around him the kommand deck had grown silent as his men realized that their Lord expected battle and that for the first time in over six-thousand years the cult faced the prospect of real battle. And then one of the younger comm. officers cheered, the others joined him and with a roar of approval following him Typhus swept out of the kommand deck, weapons strapped about himself. He headed directly toward the so called war-room, a shrine to the daemons of the Light where he would meet the other officers and prepare himself for the Bright Leap.


OOC: Okay, now for some things. The Padmaz are vaguely reptilian and while scaled also prominently feature carapace plating, bone spikes, and some fangs. Typhus is part of a caste of warriors that have accepted a symbiote that gives psychic powers, massively extended lifespawn (immortality really), almost complete control over one’s physical form, and just a bit of insanity. Typhus is the most normal yet, no one is quite sure why although there has been some talk him having bonded perfectly or being a hybrid… The symbiotes are called daemons and do not exist on the material plane… they exist outside of it and can provide knowledge but not usually anything relevant or intelligible. The most common signs of being one of the daemon-bound are glowing eyes (burning with an inner fire of any number of colours) and horns, although there are exceptions such as Black whose eyes do not burn but have gone completely black hence his name.

Also the Bright Leap is an orbital assault jump by members of the Draconian Cult (the quasi-religion of powered armour users within the Padmasan Military) that is seen as holy experience.

The small Federal group of ships slowly floated around orbit of a planetoid that was being mind fore minerals, cargo ships and mobile refinery were hauling cargo. the military detachment meant to protect them, was staying close.

The Iowa mean while was scanning at long ranges, the con officer was taping on his console looking at the scanning field, he raised an eyebrow, as his console beeped a bit.


he looked over to commander bastidas blinking a bit and saying with prompt speech "Sir were detecting a blip, this time its much closer, but i still cant get accurate readings..
the commander looked at him with a a noted serious look he said "what do you mean you cant get accurate readings? tune our sensors..."

The con officer sighed " this is a different part of space sir it will take time, i suggest sending a viper with an EW pod to check it out"

the commander grumbled, "i thought this ships tech was state of the are, ok tell the USS Intrepid, to go ahead and go out there.. see if we cant shed some light on this.."

the con officer nodded .. he tapped a button sending a message to the sleek grey small ship just off the port bow of the Iowa.

The ships commander sent an acknowledgment, and it quickly darted off , it would take serval minutes to reach a spot were it could properly scan.


( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/28265329/ a viper)
( an iowa: http://www.deviantart.com/view/29313766/)

Pad: Nah, I'll just bow out. I've gotta finish packing for basic, I'm leaving in a couple of days.

OOC: Deeply sorry, I lost my internet for a few days (the university internet get's really wonky during vacations) but I'm back online and I will have a post up tonight.

Sorry for the delay, but I'll make this post a good one. ^_^


Edit: Jeshand, good luck mate.

Captain Arkady stood overlooking the kommand deck of the Fury his new Whelp class cruiser and glared into the central hololith. It showed a continuously updating view of the system including draconian and enemy movements. He was already hundreds of thousands of kilometers from the fleet, the Vengance and Wrath just short kilometers to his sides. He hissed in annoyance and once again activated a wireless link to the ships computer to check the status of his guns… all missile and torpedo bays were loaded and the point defense weapons were at full readiness. He had had to sacrifice his warpdrive and medium range weaponry for the cloaking field but it shouldn’t prove necessary.

A pinprick movement caught his attention, one of the alien ships was on the move… away from its brothers. Arkady smiled wickedly and looked down at his second in kommand who was also staring at the screen. “Bring us to long engagement range,” he hissed with relish. The Warmaster had ordered him to flee if anything saw him, this little ship would never see what hit it! Orders soon flew across the kommand deck while Arkady watched the hololith, unlike most ships in the fleet this one was crewed entirely by cult men, as were the Wrath and Vengance. The sixth company was the fleet company, with the exception of Typhus’ first company they were the best at zero-g and boarding operations, and they were the best in the cult at handling ships.

It took long minutes for the trio of warships to slip through space toward the lone alien gun ship. Arkady studied the ship with a critical eye his scanners and AI doing everything they could to analyze the design and find weak points. Not that anti-matter missles and phasing torpedoes really needed a weak-point to work off of. Arkady fused with his ships weaponry and scanners looking down the barrel of the central mass driver and the two Plasma Annihilators that were the hallmark of the Whelp class. “Begin charging the Mass Driver, I want to take it with one shot.” He ordered with a fierce grin.

The Fury slowed even further from its stealthed speeds and then went dead in the water in a bid to maintain full stealth and marginal shields while powering up the main Mass Driver. The barrel of the great cannon ran the kilometer and a half length of the ship and would fire a tungsten-neutronite slug at terrible speed, Arkady ran a forked tongue over his fangs. It took a quarter of an hour to reach it’s full potential… time well spent.

“Fire!” With an awesome humm the Fury dropped stealth and opened fire with its mass driver, aiming directly for the other ship. Following the dread slug, two salvoes of missiles bearing a mix of antimatter and conventional payloads flew forth. Arkady gave a roar as he watched the ordanance burst into space and fly toward the alien ship.



Far away aboard the Draco’s Claw Typhus gave a howl that had his deck crew cowering as he watched the main screen. Arkady, always the hound for blood, always out to prove he was the best captain and should be in kommand of the Claw, had opened fire. “Black, send a message to Capitan Arkady, “ he spat the title “tell him to retreat now. Tell him that if single point defense gun fires for any reason other than defense, that I shall flay him alive!”



And in deep space, the dread ordinance streaked forth toward their target.

As the Capital ship Star Gazer exited hyperspace, captain Juen Gorts tapped his arm rest as he turned to his Commander, Fredrick Jones.

"Well what do we have here? I see that we are not alone in this sector. Are you sure we arrived in the right sector, Ensign Jobbs? I thought the sensors from our probs said that this sector was empty?"

"Sir, those sensors are from over six months ago. We didnt expect other beings in this sector either." Replied Commander Jones.

"Well I suggest we send out a message before this unknown group of ships think we are here to start a fight, dont you think?" asked Gorts.

"Yes sir." Commander Jones turns to communications officer Yerks and commands, "Send a all language message saying: Greetings, we are the Star Gazer of the Earabian Corperate Navy, we are here to harm no one. We wish to explore this sector."

The commander waves his hand to cut the message. Just as the message ends, 20 other starships appeared out of the space behind the Star Gazer.

OOC: Some info on my people. Yes, they are humans, but they are rational, logical and some times emotionaless. But they are no different then any human like any earth bound human. Most of the social structure of these people are very rigid, if not very organized. Most of the time teh people of Earabia are peaceful unless they find that the competition is a threat. Yes, i said competition, these people are industrial type of people, meaning they are for the resources and wealth. You will find that most of the species are one color, but you will find the occasional more toned Earabian. Both female and male of the race are considered equal when it comes to commands on ships and planetary control or government.
If i dont add to this thread for a while tommorrow, i am probably at work. :)

OOC:

Earabia: Cool, welcome to the thread, nice to see some much needed chaos added.

Before I reply I just want to ask, where did your ships exit FTL relative to my fleet? Just in general, if you are on the opposite side of the system, close by, ect. It's all good.


TFU: I hope my reply is alright with you, if there're any issues pleased alert me. Likewise I hinted that my ships stealth would be weakened by the weapons charging (anything with good sensors should notice an anomaly). I just want to clarify that only the Fury fired and came out of stealth. The other two ships have charged more of thier weapons but have not sacrificed stealth to do so.

Finally, as I said, I don't want this to become a major engagement. So feel free to dodge, have a near-miss (near hit acutually, a hit is a near miss) or whatever you feel is appropriate. These three ships remain pretty hostile but Arkady has to obey orders and so they will be trying to pull out.

OOC:

Padmasa: Well, i jumped on the far end of the system, i am assuming my sensors are picking up TFU, since i thought your ships were hidden. If they are not hidden/cloaked or whatever, i will be picking up multi-ships then. and sending out my message to ALL.

The Intrepid was floating along slowly its sleek grey hull gleaming in the light on board things increasingly became frantic.

the con officer looked back quickly and said "Sir we are detecting heavy fire coming from a ship, we have enemy missiles and rail gun fire incoming .

the commander stood up quickly looking over to the con officer screaming out an order in a commanding voice "all shields Up power to weapons!"

the con officer quickly tapped on the console rasing the ships shields instantly, its weapons became active the commander looked over to the helm officer "evasive maneuvers! try to doge those missiles !"

the helm officer responded with a nod and quickly taped on her console letting the AI take over certain operations.

the commander barked another order "Ennage ECM on those missiles all weapons target that ship and fire!"

instantly the small ship rushed in to action, a couple of missiles struck the ships shields and it reverberated with blue the rail round had skimmed the shields slightly with a near hit.

the sleek small ship maneuvered almost like a fighter its engines glowing bridge blue and white as it turned an vectored, its main Neutron cannons and phased anti matter pulse cannons fired with a fury. pulses of white and yellow flew out in rapid succession, followed by spartan III anti ship guided cruise missiles.


the ships shields were reduced by the hits of the missiles and the near hit of the round .



The Iowa mean while detected the weapons fire on both sides, bastidas stood up looking over as alarms began to blare, the table a few steps away form the commanding char lit up with tactical scans of the sector. it showed the intrepid and enemy ship.

the commander sighed and growled a bit "Whats the situation? open a comn frequency! "

the con officer nodded and taped a button, th commander of the Iowa spoke in plain hearing of the enemy, " i want 2 destroyers Accompanying the Iowa in to combat, we have a hostile enemy force engaging the USS Intrepid, i repeat deploy in sector grid 1901-081..." The comn cut and he nodded to the helm officer. the Iowa and 2 escort destroyers brought there weapons online to full power and raised there shields. the large sleek grey ships made there way quickly to assists the smaller one while laving carriers and several other escorts behind .



(ooc its fine )
the Intrepid was damaged alright 2 of its shields were down to 83% another was down to 75%, 2 sensors were knocked out due to the splash damage...

"Captain!" Shouted Commander Jones, "one of the unknown ships is under attack by another unknown ship sir."

"Oh great, I was hoping that this would be a friendly encounter...damn." cussed Gorts. "well, i suppose we should send a message to see if they want our help, eh Commander?"

"Aye aye Captain, sending message to unknown ship under attack, anything else you command sir?"

"Yes, send out half of our fighters, maybe if we show our numbers, the attacking ships will withdrawn, we hope." said the Captain.

"Aye sir."

No more then 10 minutes after the order, 1,250 fighters took to the space ahead of the fleet out of the 5 carriers that were there. And all battle stations went to yellow alert. Of the 20 ships, there were 5 Light Carriers, 5 Heavy Crusiers, 5 Heavy Destroyers, and 5 scout ships.



(OOC: TFU, what program do you use to create those ships you had on those links?)

OOC: Classes have started up and are very hectic, each class is nine days long and thus give you a lot of information to absorb in a minimal amount of time. You’ll forgive me if this is a slow paced RP.

IC: Arkady snarled a denial as he saw watched the ship that has survived his initial gamble begin to charge its guns. He hissed with displeasure and watched as the Wrath and Vengance both dropped stealth to fire with their main cannons. He smiled grimly and watched as the two other ships unleashed the iridescent fury of their Plasma Annihilators as well as numerous smaller rounds. “Begin charging the Inertial Flux Engine, likewise, begin evasion maneuvers,” he hissed calmly and his warriors worked with a silent menace as they did their duty. None would falter in this duty to purge the xenogen scum.

The aliens weapons struck the Fury with a great vengeance, but Arkady smiled grimly. Point defense weapons had atomized most of the missiles easily and his shields had held. Arkady began reciting the litany of death as four of the fury’s compliment of Tachynon guns began pounding away. He did not stop his prayer as the weakest and outermost of the ship’s shields failed, instead he drew power from the plasma annihilators to begin to charge the battle transporter. His brothers on the vengeance and wrath joined in his bombardment, targeting their fire at gun emplacements.

When the alien fighters launched Arkady knew it instantly and his own pilots waited for launch in their Dreadclaw fighters, each muttering prayers to the darkness that surrounded them.


Typhus stopped, his rage dieing instantly as he heard something. An alarm, something else had entered the system. More aliens. They were far from his current position but he knew that they could only be more enemies. He linked into the ship and heard firsthand the sickening attempt at language the scum broadcast, saturating the system. He snarled as he listened, the babble changed every moment, but quite unexpectedly it changed in a way that drew sent a chill down his spine. Elvish… the xenos spoke the language of the great enemy… weither ally, slave, or elves themselves Typhus would not back down from these creatures. His people, his men, had fought them before and slaughtered many! He touched the sword that hung at his side and felt its need to spill elven blood once again.

Typhus patched into comms and spoke, using the same broad spectrum comms that the beasts had used, “ I have heard the lies of elves before, thought it was millennia gone, your kind were cleansed from Padmaz space once! I shall see to it that you scum receive the same treatment once again! The Draconian Cult lives and shall deny you!” He hissed this in harshly accented elvish, know thy enemies as it were.

He watched the beasts mobilize to as he spoke and knew what must be done. With a feral smile he issued an order that would shake worlds, the Dominator was to be armed… that ancient planet destroying canon which had torn worlds asunder would make sure that the elves were denied these worlds at any cost. He smiled cruelly and saw that his weapons had all been charged, everything awaited only a target in range, and the vast squadrons of fighters all sat waiting. In his fleet, the two mighty bombardment ships, Scourge class, took up position… though they had been created to destroy everything living on a planet they could prove more than capable in ship to ship combat.

He spoke carefully in draconian encoded comms, “Arkady, move to rejoin formation. You have heard the same message I have and know the nature of our foe. We must cleanse this system. Worlds will burn my brother! Kill those you have engaged and prepare for a true fleet action.”

OOC: This miss-understanding could easily prevent us from fighting Earabia, although right now Typhus wants your blood more than anything else as in your cycling through languages you came across elvish ( the ancient foe) and naturally not Padmasan as they are not yet known to the majority of space.

I would like it noted that my fleet here is indeed a true and proper fleet if only a small portion of what is moving toward the sector, we have in excess of 40 ships here one of which is the fleetkiller Draco’s Claw. Let’s try to shift toward peaceful in the next few posts as this was meant to be a skirmish only. Typhus declaration of death to the elves should provide ample confusion and reason to establish communication.

"What in the world are they saying?" Yelled the Captain.

"They are thinking we are elven sir!"

"What in blazes.....tell them we are NOT Elvan, that we were only out here on exploration purposes and use all languages to make sure the ones we run into understand us." he ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Prepare the missile launch bays. I want targeting sequences on those main three ships. Also make sure that the rest of our fighters are ready to launch at my orders. Has the unknow ships under attack responded?"

"No Sir."

About the time he was giving orders, the group of ships, 20 of them, started to fan out in a curved like shape with the carriers behind the main body of the force. And the fighters are between the main curve and the carrier curve ready to launch out in front of the main body.

(OOC: Now i have made a thread page describing some of my ships. Now certain types of ships have a primative type of cloak/stealth technology. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10559907#post10559907)

“Sir”

“Sir?”

The young looking man adjusted the collar of his suit and opened the French windows and stepped onto the balcony. The view, even at night, was breath taking. Snora was not your average human inhabited world, the lust green pastures and rich forests were replaced by strange multi-coloured fungi, about the size of a pine-tree. Today however, no one was looking at the fungi, they were all looking at the sky.

“Sir?”

Governor Mitton was stood on the balcony, mouth gaping, with his head firmly pointing upwards, he seemed transfixed on the lights in the sky, no bigger then the stars, they would flicker every now and again. There was a battle going on overhead.

“Sir?”

“Ahh, William,” Governor Mitton finally answered his aide, “What is it?”

“Captain Cain is on the communicator again sir, he requesting permission to break orbit.”

“Tell him no, his primary concern is the protection of this planet, not his flagging combat career.”

”Sir, he won’t talk to me anymore. He says he’ll only take the order from you sir.”

“Gah! Give me the phone,” said Mitton striding into his office, “The insolent little…” he grabbed the communicator from his aide, “Ahhh Captain Cain! How are you?”

It was cold in HMS Malta’s CIC, whether it was from the air conditioning being set a bit to low or the foul mood the captain was in was anyone’s guess.

“Don’t give me that Governor, we need to investigate this threat before they come bearing down on us. I’ll leave Marlow in orbit and take Malta out to the edge of the battle. Look, we’ll take a few readings and then leave… we need to see if they have hostile intent.”

“Hostile intent!” scoffed the Governor gesturing towards a file on the table, the aide carried it over to him, “I’m looking at a report here saying that’s there been more then 300 separate incidents recorded in neutral space over the last year… what are the chances…”

“…Don’t quote me reports sir! This isn’t a spice freighter being cased by Zindarian custom agents… it’s a battle, they might be coming this way… I’m not asking you to send a message to Keelth calling for the fleet to come to the rescue, but I…”

“Oh, you wouldn’t want that Captain would you! A Admiral… nay, a Space Marshal, coming and taking all your glory… a sickly season and or a bloody war indeed Captain.”

“Sir, this for the good of the colony, if you can’t see past your petty grudges then you have no right to be in office.”

”Let me remind you Captain I am your superior, now I like to think that I run a friendly ship… but your pushing me, I won’t.”

Captain Cain slammed the handset down, “WHERES COMMANDER RICHARDS!” he yelled at the young Lieutenant who was stood at the other side of CIC, the Lieutenant managed to blurt out a “I’ll find him..” before running out of the hatch.

“Shipwide,” he said, nodding towards the crewman operating the communication system. He picked up the handset again, “Rig ship for cruising. Action stations.”

“Sir! Whats going on?” asked Commander Richards as he entered through the hatch.

“We’re going to investigate the situation in grid 22392334, plot a course.”

“Have we got orders for that?”

“The Governor’s a fool…” mumbled Cain.

“Your looking to yourself for command I assume,” replied Richards after a short pause.

“I think its for the best, order the Marlow to go to action stations and to hold orbit. We’re leaving.”

“Yes sir. I never liked the man anyway.”

The USS Iowa rushed in its engines reaving up full power moving to intercept enemy ships , escorts flew behind quickly , the Iowa sent out a hail " This Is the Iowa, since you did not listen to our request that you back down we have no choice but to combat your threat.." the comn cut.



----- Mean while the USS Iowa engaged the enemy with full fury , its turrets, cannons missiles and beam lances began firing, beams of fire rushed out of cannons, turrets recoiled as they fired again and again, large bolts of white, blue, crimson red, orange and black flew out of the iowas weapons arrays, hundreds of turrets and guns fired at once again and again repeating quickly targeting and firing at the main capital ship, the escorts opened up with there own fury firing cannon after cannon of fire.


Pulse cannons flew in to action, firing rapid fire pulses towards enemy missiles.



The commander on the Iowa sighed and ordered with a loud voice "all fighters lunch!, all weapon arrays fire full power target all capital ships, i want this situation resolved"


---Mean while with that said the Iowa let out rapid fire barrges of fire, a diverse array of weapons missiles swarm drones and fighters, all flew out of the Iowa and its other escorts, targeting capital ships, Huge beams of Green also flew from the Iowa in succession, these were meant to slash or gouge targets, they had immense fire power.



The gleaming hull of the ship was light up as it fired its full array of weapons, officers rushed to the fighter bays, jumping in there sturdy fast craft, Immeaditly after they jumped in they were cannonpulted out, at full force, they maneuvered in to formations quickly and steadily , radio chatter was clear and direct


ID Radio:
" This is alpha tango sierra one, we have target in sight ready to engage"
"Affirmative alpha tango, permission granted, engage!"
this is Bravo x ray zulu 4 Ready to back up Alpha tango one!"

The fighters still had some time to go before they would reach the formation, but they streaked as quickly as they could.
They prepared to fire and brake formation as soon as they got with in range.


----Mean while the USS intrepid was all but crippled and nearly destroyed, its aft, dorsal, and port shields had collapsed, the hull was gouged hit struck an punched through, as flaming metallic debris, flew from the large plasma flaming hull of the ship, the intrepid floated in the lifeless void of space ,as its engines gave out, it flipped and floated like space junk. The husk of the hull nearly gone, decompressions on multiple decks could be seen from afar, as the nearly lifeless flaming husk of the ship floated in to space.


----The commander of the Iowa stood up and growled, he looked out side and panned the darkness of space, seeing as his ships fired there weapons, turrets recoiling, sound of fire reverberating throughout, the ship. He was a little comforted buy the light show but had a very strong animosity towards these things that destroyed one of his ships, he stood there watching with an emotionless face, watching as the aurora of light emitted from the small federal formation.The dark void of space was lighten up with a glorious array of colors and explosions , it was a scene to behold..

(I’m using --- for indenting purposes)
Yeah its at long to medium range, but I have some weapons made for long range combat, that’s only affective at long range and not at short range.)

OOC: It's been a while, I'm sorry about it taking so long, but there was a death in my family... I've had to return home where my internet connection is minimal. I'll be trying to get back in the swing of things but you'll have to forgive me if I'm not exactly on the ball right now. I'm still sorta in shock... I feel numb really... I still can't get my mind around the death.


EDIT: Ummmm TFU... Couple things about your last post. Launching your fighters is perfectly fine with me and having them go into formation is great to, but please change it so that they are about to start their attack run so that I can scramble fighters to engage in the void rather than over my own ships. I rather doubt I would let your fighters get within a kilometer of any of the 3 ships present without a fight.

In a similar thread, I've just had 3 "capital" ships fire almost every single weapon at thier disposal and yet there is no mention of anything happening to the Intrepid at all, I would like to believe that that's because it is now a cloud of debris but I think that that's a bit unlikely.

Finally, as I understand it the Iowa is either at very long range or has just barely arrived on scene and thus is not at nearlly full effectiveness, this is just what I'm gathering from your posts. Is this correct?

I'll have an IC post ASAP

OOC: Well we are glad you are back and we hope you recover from your loss. I will let him respond to your questions before i reply.

Edited hope its ok now, and I’m sorry for your loss, I hope every thing is ok with you, If you need to pause the rp, there’s no problem, and no rush. )

The Spartans had been taking note of the lack of activity around Padmasa. Until recently, no ships had been heard from in quite some time. Out of the blue, the sensors started detecting activity around the desolate ice planet. Then, the activity stopped as quick as it had started.

A team of researchers was sent to the furthest planet in the system. Normally, ships were not sent to Padmasa unless announced, due to the death that ensued. However, the decision was made to send the team. Upon approach, the ships were pleasantly surprised that they were not vaporized, and instead allowed to pass freely into the Padmasan sector of the system.

The planetary defenses were also gone. The ships ran into no trouble at all in their landing. When they stepped out onto the cold, dark planet, they realized why.

Everything was gone.

OOC: CRIMSON, YOU RED CLOAKED BASTARD I MAY JUST KISS YOU! It's been too long, far too long! I had said that everything had changed and that I was starting fresh but ghad damn if you're still up to the game then I shall always be at your side! All Hail Lord Kentaka!

Others: Yeah, I did have to pause it for a while, extended delays, services, and then getting back. Again I'm sorry but death doesn't operate at anyone's convience.

Also, TFU thank you very much. Yep, I've got my own long range guns. ^_^

IC: Arkady whispered darkly as he watched the first xenos ship come to it's end. The xenogen scum had called for reenforcments but that meant little as only one ship looked to be a match for his own even in its weakened state. "We have struck down the first of our foes, my brothers, but now we must cleanse the rest of these rodents in the name of the Master and the People."

Arkady watched impassively as enemy opened fire a smile twisiting his features cruelly. His group began evasive maneuvers and began its own bombardment, firing first its mass driver and then a full round of torpedoes and a volley of missiles. The blessed tachynon cannons began pounding away, each firing in turn to create a continous and extreme bombardment meant to level cities and slag heavy orbital defense platforms. A pair of neutronium drivers likewise began to fire each laying down a continues stream of TN slugs. Almost as an afterthought two batteries of Assault blacklasers and Heavy Gravlasers opened fire.

Out in the void there was movement, and Arkady smiled grimly as he noticed the fighter formations moving toward him all but unnoticed next to the fire from the xenos ships. With a thought passed through the link to the ship's computer his own fighter compliment of 60 launched in 4 waves of 15, the Vengance and Wrath following suit quickly. The ace pilots of the Fury moved to engage at range while the fighters of the Vengance and Wrath only sent single squadrons foward leaving the remaining 90 to take up defensive positions a kilometer out from the cruisers.

The enemy bomardment began to slam home against the three ships, although the majority missed the Fury lost its shields entirely and would have to rely on the weak Vmatter Aura to absorb any energy while engineers worked frantically to raise the shields. The other two ships were not hit nearly as hard but neither could stand a sustained bombardment much longer. And all the while in the back of Arkady's mind a count down was running ever lower until the Inertial Flux Engine was fully charge and Arkady could rejoin the rest of the Cult.

Typhus stopped and nearly laughed. The scum at the far system sent denials as to thier working with the ancient foe in the tongue of the ancient foe. But the other forms of gibberish they howled in before and after gave Typhus pause... The AI said that they were speaking in other languages and cycling through... "Unknown Xenos, your position is being considered. Until your relationship with the ancient foe can be determined I would offer you a cease fire agreement, so long as you do not approach within firing range of my ships I shall not approach yours nor move to engage you. We are experiencing difficulties with other unknown Xenos, we may open diplomatic channels when this is concluded.

Typhus checked the system readout and noticed other xenos ships, a third type possibily, moving from one of the habitable planets of the system. He sneered and advised Arkady to get beck to the fleet fast, their enemies were multiplying.

"Sir teh unknowns that are the aggressors are sending messages out saying that they wish for us to halt in our path so we can get this sorted out on what is going on."

"Hmmm. Respond to them and let them know we will halt if they let us know why they are attacking those other ships, and try to use the same language they are using. Hmmm. Halt our acceleration now. Have us hold our position here." ordered Captain Gorts.

After days of searching the planet surface for any signs of the former Padmasa, the teams finally uncovered a holodisk. Rushing back to their ship to play it (and thankful they brought some Padmasan technology with them), they thought at first that they were getting gypped.

"What?" one of them griped. "We're looking for the reason they left, and all we got are these three measly numbers. Why, they could mean any..."

*****

Things were moving quickly now. Once the scientists realized that they found the coordinates for wherever the Padmasan fleet was going, Lord Kentaka ordered a surveillance task group to check out the location. The closest group was a few days from the coordinates, but they took off with all due speed towards the black cloud on their maps.

bump.

Though i do wonder if anyone is going to post here.
I was rather enjoying this thread.

bump.

Though i do wonder if anyone is going to post here.
I was rather enjoying this thread.

I wish there was something for me to say really. With one of the major players disappearing I was kinda left with my hands tied.

I'll get to work on a new RP soon though.