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Around Darkkaan, The Cassiopeia Galaxy

General Mina'tarkaan Pala'bos looked at the Fleet that was massing around The Imperial Capital. The Shah,reek General was now going to her First Invasion, as The New Empress, Darth Imperia had ordered.

The Invasion of The Star Wars Galaxy.

With Chimaera planning something for The Chronosians (Which Mina'tarkaan knew would be bad for The Chronosians), She was to Lead The Invasion Force that was massing. on The Bridge of the Ecilpse Class Super Star Destroyer Dark Lady She knew it would be a Fight to the death.

The Fleet

one Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyer
20 Providence class carrier/destroyers
12 Imperial-Mark II Star Destroyers
18 Venator class Star Destroyers
21 Victory Class Star Destroyers
3 Lucrehulk class Droid Control Ships
15 Sacheen class light escorts
23 Republic class Star Destroyers
21 Lancer Class Frigates
12 Alliance class Star Destroyers
1,200 X-wing Strafighters
200 TIE Interceptors
1,000 Scimitar Assault Bombers
234 H-60 Tempest Bombers


the Amry

123 Droid Infantry Divisions (20,000 Battle Droids, Super Battle Droids and Destroyer Droids in each Division)
110 Clone Infanrty Divisions (30,000 Clone Troopers in each Division)
500 All Terrain Advance Raiders (AT-ARs)
213 All Terrain Armored Transports (AT-ATs)
632 1-H Imperial-class Repulsortanks
322 NR-N99 Persuader-class droid enforcers
12 Seismic tanks
230 IG-227 Hailfire-class droid tanks
200 Morgukai Knights
233 105-K lancer bikes (with 233 IG lancer droids)
100 Desert Skiffs
80 Sail Barges
200 LAAT/i Gunships

The Fleet soon Jumped into Hyperspace, ready for war.

OoC: You realise some of the GE nations could take down that force ALONE, right?

Anyways, TAG for future pwnage.

ya don't even try to attack them you will be heavily screwed.

Tag

OOC: Wait wait wait. I was under the impression that the GE Civil War was, you know, a civil war? Which implies it's an in-house matter. It's kind of annoying when some idiot with no right to be involved decides to start the whole thing off.

Tag for waiting for some actual IC impetus for the Good guy alliance bunch to get involved, seeing as none has yet been provided.

TCG, you honestly think Chron's gonna stop at Inbetween? Look to yer own bloody borders first! Oy vey!

OOC: Just waiting for the eventual move on one of the "big" systems. Where I happen to be hanging out, with most of my navy...

OOC: Tag. I'll get in after a little more happens to allow me to.

I further say this to you, brothers. Let us set aside the sword for now; let us set aside our hate and our bitter apathy and our greed. The Cassiopeians come; they come to raze what is ours; to violate our homes and our people. But we will divide them; We shall conquer them. I stand before you here, not as your Emperor; but as a brother; as an ally. Let us set aside our squabbles for now; let us unite as one body; a single glorious force. Let the Empire ride once more, on wings of fire against our hated foe. We shall drive them back to their hovel of a galaxy, AND WE SHALL RAZE IT TO THE GROUND! The stars themselves shall fear us and hide their faces; worlds shall shudder under our fury! Using whatever authority I still possess, I call upon the soverign armies of the Empire; of the Imperial Navy and Army.

I ask you; shall we go gently into darkness? NO! We shall fight; for so long as there is will, so shall there be an Empire! The sword should be spared for those deserving of its Fury!

-Remiel De Drakan

Secert IC (For The Most Part):

With The Cassiopeians Invadeing The enemy Star wars Galaxy, The Hatarians soon started their own War Plans. Starting with a Invasion of TFU (OOC The MT Part of him), with Cassiopeian Help.

The Cassiopeians had Bases Near The Planet Saturn and in the Alpha Centauri System for some time now and now, The Hatarians had asked them for help in the Invasion.

Public IC:

Delaration of War

By Order of Her Imperial Highness, Empress Serena of the Imperial Republic of Hataria, The Imperial republic of Hataria has declared War on the Untied States of The Fedral Union.

LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!

The Universe darkens. I see worlds readied for war; I see weapons lancing out through endless night towards a red and bloodied dawn. I see the fate of three galaxies held in clawed and terrible hands, and I know not the end that this will bring.

I have always been guided by the warp light of the Emperor; directing my prescience. But beyond these black days, my sight fades. These are the final days. We fight on for wrath and ruin; for damnation and salvation. The abyss yawns for souls. I say, let them come. For though the Warpsight has left me; this I know, never shall the sons of the De Drakan line go easily into defeat. They shall rally all their allies, forge anew the alliances of old; even bear new and strange pacts to bring about the end of their foes.

The judgement of all who would resist begins here; brothers...Resist.

-Brother Arctorius Toranril; Astropath

The Imperium was grinding slowly into action; a thousand astropaths and navigators tasted the subtle hint of death upon the currents of the Warp; touched the flaming currents of the Immaterium and saw madness and war descending upon three galaxy. Hallowed Terra itself would burn as the Hatarians launched their own assaults.

Above all others, Remiel tasted the madness infesting the universe; knew the moves that would play out but to a certain point; where all possibility grew dark and veiled. The Gods whispered and hissed to him, but at this black hour they grew silent. He touched fingers to his lips, pondering the furtive currents of perception and reality. Already Lucian forged ahead against the Cassiopeians; but their strike against the galaxy of the Empire; his brethern, his former kin...

He knew what must be done; the armies of the Imperium would be rallied; from the lowliest Imperial Guardsman to the mightiest of the Chaos Space Marines. Again would begin the incants of war and bloodshed, the invocation of the Machine God would begin. The Legio Titanicus would unfurl their mighty Banners and once again stride to war. A war the likes of which had never before been seen.

"Let the Galaxy Burn" Remiel uttered the words of fabled Horus himself; and all the armies of the Imperium answered to his fel call; from all across the Imperium they came, to unite; to fight. The Plague fleets of Nurgle would carve a festering wound into the Cassiopeian Galaxy; the first of a thousand cuts that would harken them to their grave.

The Imperium readied for war; and all the void seemed to tremble. It was beginning. The War of Wars

ooc: tag. Is it allowed for the Inferno to join? Or should I just try to help with the current sucession conflict?

"The fleets are being mobilized sir" spoke Senior advisor Gregory Webster.

"Good...TCG shall be brought to their knees. We will do our best to help the GE in what should be a rather quick war. I think we'd fair well defending the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions." spoke Vaclavious.

"Yes sir. We would be very important in the Outer Rim." said Webster.

"Yes let Chronosia know we are mobilized and ready and will attack anywhere on his command." spoke Vaclavious.

To Chronosia

"We are ready to FIGHT. We are mobilized and waiting your direct command. Tell us when and where to strike and we will. We are ready to serve you and the GE."



OOC: Fleet

20 Vengeance Super Star Destroyers
5 Imperial Star Destroyers
50 Perovidence-class Destroyers
1000 TIE Dart Interceptors
1000 X-Wings
3 Warhammer class Siege Cannons
50 Duapherm Discril-class Attack Cruiser

Army:

264,000 Clones
16,000 HK-47 Droids
7 Seismic Tanks
18 AT-AT's
9 SPHA-T's


this is all for now.

Otto Morlok knew how to ride a crowd. That was how he rose to his rank, and then to his position as the real ruler of Boozia. The word of an archaic council meant nothing to a man who commanded the army and whos closest friend controlled the navy. Over the years, he had begun to enjoy the heady feeling of controlling the thoughts of the mob. So he had pounced on the oppurtunity to speak to his First Army personally.

"Soldiers of the First Army, soldiers of Boozia, soldiers of the Galactic Empire! Do you remember why you enlisted? Do you recall the oaths that you took? Of course! You have stood as your comrades fell in droves to defend that cause, that oath: the right to your liberty and your lives! Strange, it may have seemed to you as wet-eared young Soldats, that any power in our galaxy or any other would deprive honest Boozians of those things, but now, as the finest soldiers of the glorious Schnapseheer, you all know what barbarians and savages would snatch the oldest and most most basic of your rights: the scum unworthy of an honorable death, the bastards who seek to topple our civilisation, the Cassiopeiens! And now we will stand alongside the armies of the Empire, and crush them, the old fashioned Boozian way! You know what I mean!"

There was an ear-bleeding cheer from the assembled soldiers. Morlok, pleased at his handiwork, returned to his office and formed a message, which
was sent to the Empire as a whole:

"The Schnapseheer and Schnapsemarine stand ready and waiting. Give us a target, and nothing will remain. Nothing but the corpses of the enemy and the echoes of our laughter.

Hail Boozia! Hail the Galactic Empire!"

OOC: Fluid time for t3h w1ns!

The Godulan high command was abuzz with activity. People ran back and forth with a hectic speed that wowed onlookers and awed spectators. Of course, that was just the training area.

"Baron I must say," General Lear began, "putting a volleyball court in here has done wonders for morale."

"All the better to keep our troops in a fighting mood, do you not agree?"

"Yes sir."

A single adjutant walked up to the two leaders and Ahem'd for attention. As Baron Skye was first to turn around he was first to get the small datapad, and also first to put a thumbprint on the option of "Kill the bastards." The adjutant hustled off without having needed to speak a single word.

General Lear took her attention off the game long enough to check on what Skye was reading. "I didn't catch all of that. I saw something about invasions but it looks like whoever wrote the report was stunned with disbelief."

"Oh, the Cassiopeians have decided to invade the galaxy."

"Are they INSANE?!"

"And the Hatarians have decided to invade the Fedral Union. Oddest thing though. Some old trade agreement from a decade ago apparently puts us at the amusing situation of having to assist the Fedrals. And since we already know that the Hatarians and the Cassiopeians are staunch allies--"

"The Hatarians are the Cassiopeians with shittier weapons."

"General Lear, I'm surprised at you. I think that is the first time I have ever heard you curse."

"Am I wrong?"

"No."

"So what are we going to do?"

"Well, from the looks of it, the Chronosians are already IN the Cassiopeia Galaxy, and the Fedrals can more than easily massacre the Hatarians. So I just deployed a couple Godulan Expeditionary battlefleets to the Cassiopeia Galaxy to end those little buggers' antagonistic habits once and for all."

"'Kill the Bastards?'"

"Metaphorically anyway. Doubtless some small number of Cassiopeians would be capable of fleeing the Galaxy, but Balrogga has issues with them as well. Cassiopeia's movement of so many vessels at once creates a surprisingly large number of openings for us to re-initiate the counterpunch."

"General Achaedus on the job once again?"

"He is surprisingly effective, so I suspect it would be unwise to change the leadership of that particular force."

"Oh well." General Lear turned back to the game. "Oh crap! The 28th panzer division just got another one and I missed it. Bastard Cassiopeians."

"General Lear, I should hope this cursing is not becoming a habit."

"Its a game. I'm entitled."

"So long as I do not see you burning ears off in the situation rooms..."

SecertIC: War Room of the Imperial Palace,Hataropoils, Hataria

"Our Forces should start The Invasion as soon as we can, before they can start a Counter-Offense." General Yao Maini said to Empress Serena. "We should send The 14th,7th, and 8th Fleets to Help in the Attack to Blockade The enemy Coast." "and what of The Cassiopeians?" Serena asked "They are going to do a surprise Attack on TFU's Capital city, this would make the battle short and end TFU's Threat." Yao said.

Serena Knew that war would be a Fight to the Finnsh.

OOC: shall post soon

It knew. The probe it had made had reaved the Realm of information, and it knew about the 'Empire'. However, it did not interfere. It had.. smaller fish to fry, perhaps. Perhaps, once it had destroyed the Realm, and built itself to become a true power, it could interfere. The defining factors of "faith", and "trust", it saw to be fallacies. Nonetheless, they were fallacies it could exploit. If it aided the stronger side, that would gain it safety for a time. If it could, it would. It sent out one of the many reavers it had created, to learn, and grow from the conflict. It would, at the very least, know what would give it the greatest advantage...

(Elaborate tag)

Saturn Base

34 Victory Class Star Destroyers and 23 Imperial Class Star Destroyers were soon massing over The Planet, with over 45,000 X-wing Fighters and 23,000 TIE Bombers (over 68,000 Small Ships in Total.) and The Number of Troops over 209,345 Clone troopers, 345 AT-AT's, 2,000 LAATs, 321 AT-PTs and 543 AT-STs. The Invasion of TFU was to be the start of the Terran Front it self.

the Fleet soon jumped to Hyperspace for The Short Jump.

Despite their distance from any potential hostilities, Lord Mistress Dani decided not to take any chances. With tensions running high in the galaxy and the fate of the Galactic Empire unknown at present, it was not a good idea to be unprepared for the worst.

"Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst," she continually told herself as she sat in the High Council chamber awaiting the next reports.

The fleets and army were put on high alert as the crews reported in and soldiers/droids were activated and suited up. Travel to DMG was changed to Code Yellow and security at the Temple was high. "Ask our allies that are closer to the fighting or more involved for constant updates..." she ordered one of the clone commanders. "Tell them our forces are only a notice away..."

(part reposted from the other thread)
The foolish Cassiopieans come? Let them come then. Let them come in numbers and in stregnth enough that when the combat begins, we can end them all in a great slaughter the likes of which will please the Gods beyond our wildest dreams.

The Inferno left the Empire due to internal unrest. We did not wish for infighting over sucession to reignite passions within our own borders. However, we no not forget friends. The Empire gave us a home and protection for years back unto song, and we intend to honor our ties.

No Endorse shall ride to war. The Eshirian Soverignty may be tearing itself apart on our doorstep, but we will not back down for a second, nor will we pass up an opportunity to hit back at our enemies and defend our brothers. We shall pull no punches, bar no means. Two Hundred and Fifty ships shall come, one of our most mobile and compact fleets in existance, previously dogeared specificly for national defense. For Rage, Ruin, and a Black Sun in a Red Sky!
-All present delegates at the Sanctuary Peace Confrence

All across No Endorse, ships were readied. Now there was another target. The enemy would not live out their days, the Inferno was coming.

A small distance from the Cassiopeian Galactic Rim (merely a few thousand parsecs, a piddly hop), they appeared. Two full battlefleets emerged into existence, vessels large and small, all following the classic obsidian arrowhead archetypes of Godulan manufacture. Deep scans immediately commenced picking apart the galaxy and correlating them with previous deep scans, making certain that information still held from the last time.

In Achaedus' holocommand chamber aboard the Kingdom Come, the Galaxy showed up in magnificent detail, with several marker points designating key strike areas and a big priority assault signal pointed at the system of 'Mali', a little message drifted over the priority assault indicator reading "CAHA" for "Vector of Closest Approach by reason of Heaviest Attrition." It would be the first target.

Another indicator pointed at the location of the Chronosian Beachhead. A message floated over this one, though it was simply a little paper that when touched would expand to reveal "Movements indicate awaiting reinforcements, fast action required to reach Darkaan before Chronosians in order to minimize civilian casualties."

Achaedus filtered through the information and toggled another indicator pointing at the Hirulen system. "Set this location for beachhead status and commence jump calculations."

"Aye sir!"

"ETA on jump solution?"

"Six hours and fifteen minutes, sir."

"Prepare our ships for a probability nexus activation as soon as we arrive. I want our Heighliners coming in as quickly as possible."

"Yes sir!"

The Nexus would take a few days to establish but the rewards would make the delay worth it. A full scale assault of this magnitude would be significantly more difficult to execute without their support, so it was a key issue to start pumping in the massive vessels as swiftly as possible.

Mali, doorstep to Darkaan, would fall, and then the Capitol would follow its neighbor.

And, for the first time in the wars against the Cassiopeians, the Hakurabi had a secret weapon. Nothing as drastic as a death star, galaxy gun or totally random method of attack, but an actual weapon that could practically be used in normal warfare. All ships carried at least a few samples of this new weapon, that would come into play when the time came. They would not be declared at this time lest the Cassiopeians inexplicably have defences pre-built for no apparent reason.

Also, as a result of issues regarding FTLi, all Hakurabi ships cruiser and above are hereby declared to have FTLi active at all times unless explicitly deactivated or within five minutes of a FTL jump.

That being done, the ships prepared for the first wave of assault jumped into hyperspace, destination Sol.

OOC: Forces readout:
24x Kirov Heavy Bombers (Cruiser)
36x Manticore Phased Array Laser Gunships (Cruiser)

They had been watched as soon as word of the G’Than’Dehr reached home. Infiltrator Cruisers were positioned within T-Space to monitor every possible electrical signal emitting from the stations around Saturn and any others in the Sol System, the home of the Baraga Empire. With the number of Infiltrator Arrays established, they could monitor the electrical signals of the doors from across the system. Everything was being routed to Babylon Command, the Space Tower growing from the pacific side of the South American coastline.

There was great debate among the Imperial advisors about when to hit the enemy presence. Many wanted to eradicate them immediately but cooler heads prevailed, preferring to wait for a strategic moment.

Suddenly the number of ships began to grow at the station. The Empire called in several fleets and subtly repositioned the Battlegroups within the system so as not to draw attention. The fleets that were called back was instructed to remain safely hidden deep within T-Space and to wait for instructions.

The strategist were debating what would work best when an idea was hit upon. Recon had detected several Cassiopeian broadcasts mentioning an attack upon The Federal Union. The Saturn Station was being used as a mustering point for an invasion, but not for one against the Empire. It was a perfect time to begin the G’Than’Dehr and the 57 destroyers would be the first victims sacrificed to the genocidal war.

The Strategists knew the fleet would withdraw almost all their patrols so they could put every fighter into the theater as they could. That meant they were the most vulnerable when they were about to attack. They could not risk losing any of the fighters to accidents in hyperspace so almost every one would be grounded aboard the ships until right before the attack began. That is when the Empire would strike.

Charting the route to the TFU target, the imperial ships lay in wait, ready to jump into Real Space when the hyperspace route was interrupted.

The Infiltrator cruisers reported the departure of the fleet. This single event started the entire plan into motion. Several ships immediately Uplifted outside the Space-Time Continuum and rushed to where the other ships waited. The signal was given and a single Interceptor Destroyer Emerged into Hyperspace. Once there, it generated several singularities, causing the rupture of the Hyperspace route at the important Choke Point in the Hyperspace Lane and making the approaching ships to decide whether they wanted to risk sure destruction, or to drop into Real Space. Not much of a choice.

The destroyers dropping to Real space would find several Singularity torpedoes closing upon them from every direction, forwards, backwards, sides, top, and bottom. The Grav Torps were generating a singularity about 500 meters across and they were programmed to make multiple passes through their targets. The Torpedo Frigates continued to fire wave after wave while the rest of the ambush fleet stood by to pick off any who would be foolish enough to refuse to immediately die.

It was like shooting fish in a sardine can.




Ships of the Ambush Fleet


Consisting of the 5th Imperial Fleet

8 carriers
16 battleships
32 destroyers
32 cruisers
60 frigates
5 explorers


The Frigates are shooting waves of 20 Grav Torps while the rest are providing
cover for them and picking off any stragglers.


Meanwhile…



Sol System:

The 2nd Imperial Fleet materialized around Saturn Station and opened fire, not even bothering to take prisoners. There are no such things in a G’Than’Dehr.

They plugged volley after volley of singularities into Saturn Station and any other known Cassiopeian property within the Sol System. They would continue until there was nothing left and the entire system was clear of the filth.

In orbit of Boozia Prime, a large beacon hung, directing commerce through the warp and hyperspace. Now, it deactivated, as Boozia's co-ordinates were transmitted to all Empire members. You couldn't invade what you couldn't see.

On Furnace, and its little cousin, Treasure Trove, factories that churned out mundane civilian items and toys locked down at a signal from the government office, as commissars marched in and delivered military induction notices to the foremen. Then they reactivated, this time making endless streams of bullets.

And in the mountains of Fortress Prime, Scarnhorst Keep lept into life as soldiers marched out onto their parade ground, and boarded the boats to their transports above.

Posters were stuck up, rationbooks and coupons distributed, and sensor blackouts enforced as the whole country prepared for war.


In orbit of Edge, the outermost planet of the Boozia system, First Mobile fleet returned from their resolution of a petty border squabble, guns run out. Captain Menkeln, the psychotic, slightly schizophrenic, and all around heroic (also a mental disorder, in Admiral Gerspel's opinion), was gulping beer and eagerly awaiting orders. It was time to crack real heads.

"All ships, prepare for jump to Coruscant. We'll be assisting the defenders."
"Aye!"
With that, a rift was torn into warpspace, and a transmission was sent requesting some type of passage through the inhibitor.

Sol System:

The 2nd Imperial Fleet materialized around Saturn Station and opened fire, not even bothering to take prisoners. There are no such things in a G’Than’Dehr.

They plugged volley after volley of singularities into Saturn Station and any other known Cassiopeian property within the Sol System. They would continue until there was nothing left and the entire system was clear of the filth.

The Saturn Base was Destroyed, but The Cassiopeians were gone, The Invasion force was the Base Personal them selves, all that was on The Base were Droids and Polical Prisoners.

The Fleet Soon Dropped out of Hyperspace, on the other side of Earth (aka, The Night Side.) and Cloaked. waiting for The enemy to try and find them

OOC: Oy! He intercepted yer fleet!

Geonosis, The Star Wars Galaxy

The Invasion Fleet dropped out of hyperspace around The Planet Geonosis, this was where The First Battle of The Clone Wars started and where The Cassiopeians started to unfold their Plan. they were going to use The Planet to Build Up The Droid Army, makeing it bigger then The Clones, till they reached Kamino.

One of The Morgkuai Knights, Yal'shan Tor'ra, a Paldian from Tailows IV and 34 Battle Droids soon landed on the Planet to Make a Alliance with The Geonosians

A moderatly sized fleet jumped towards the Galaxy, leaving a massive energy wake behind them. They would be expected long before their arrival, but No Endorse jumpdrives just simply weren't made to be stealthy.

Four and twenty Hornets and four and twenty Wasp IIs skimmed about the fleet, a dizzying pattern over the core force of fourty Aardvark cruisers. Six Ajudicator dreadnoughts held steady at the center of the group, each pulling a single Quasar-Fire fleet carrier along in their jumpwake.

A hundred craft for the Empire. The first of several fleets to be sent, and the precursor of the Inferno's newest ship design. For a single of the dreadnoughts was a hybrid design, not quite one of the new Ajudicator IIs just off the line, but far superior to any No Endorse dreadnought ever encountered.

And so, the cat and mouse game began with entry near the Federation held world of Nevlaan, and movement towards the core area.

We have not brought many in the first wave, but we are here, and more are coming. Praytell, where are they? We wish to begin the fray immediatly.

First Mobile appeared just outside Coruscant's inhibitor, closely followed a mass of transports, and sublighted in under, then repeated their request for clearance.

First Mobile appeared just outside Coruscant's inhibitor, closely followed a mass of transports, and sublighted in under, then repeated their request for clearance.

SecertIC:

The Cassiopeian SpyNet soon found out about The Nova Boozian Fleet, It being Outside the FTLinhibitor Field around Coruscant, it was a Target that would be under Attack soon.

Back in The Cassiopeia Galaxy, News soon started Pooring of something odd

ShadowNet News.

Temple of Choas gods found!Today, histroians have found The Ruins of a Temple to the ods of Chaos On The Planet Timoreia, 23,980 Light Years from Inbetween. this Find is still being looked at.

Geonosis, The Star Wars Galaxy

The Invasion Fleet dropped out of hyperspace around The Planet Geonosis, this was where The First Battle of The Clone Wars started and where The Cassiopeians started to unfold their Plan. they were going to use The Planet to Build Up The Droid Army, makeing it bigger then The Clones, till they reached Kamino.

One of The Morgkuai Knights, Yal'shan Tor'ra, a Paldian from Tailows IV and 34 Battle Droids soon landed on the Planet to Make a Alliance with The Geonosians

With a flash of warpfire, the skies of Geonosis were filled with the massive forms of Khurganate warships, their gargantuan bulks crawling with the Children of the Gods. Dozens of vessels glowed with the power of Tzeentch, their lance batteries carving runes of praise into the fragile hulls of the enemy star destoyers. Torpedoes larger than the conning towers of the enemy vessels hurtled through the void, while hundreds of thousands of fighters poured from the bellies of the Khurganate vessels, their lascannons and missiles tearing at the vastly outnumbered enemy fighters. Hundreds of teleporter arrays activated, sending bursts of warpflame through the corridors of the enemy star destroyers, immolating any crewmen in its path as thousands of Legionaires stepped forth from the Warp, chanting hymns to the Gods as their hellguns and bolters cut a swath through the storm troopers and droids of the enemy.

Meanwhile, dozens of Star Destroyers opened fire on the Casseopian fleet, TIEs spewing forth from their hangars as their turbolasers layed down a barrage of lethal fire. Golan III platforms, the defenders of this vital foundry world, let loose with their massive batteries, sending hundreds of proton torpedoes rocketing towards the Lucrehulks, along with the concentrated fire of nearly a thousand turbolasers.

Slamming shut the trap, Khurganate and Geonosan FTLi fields sprang to life, trapping the Casseopians between the hammer of the Legions of Change and the anvil that was the heavily fortified world of Geonosis.

OOC:

Can you please post the results of my ambush of the 57 Destroyers on route to the invasion and reinforcement of the Hatarian invasion of TFU?

Drifting through the Ether, the Tradeship followed the wake of the Khurgan fleet, rounding up slaves and genetic breeding stock for their larders in the path of Khurganate destruction. Once again, the massive bulk of the Tradeship dropped out of the Ether, approximatley five light-minutes away from the Khurganate fleet and Geonosis, ready to flee into the relative safety of the system's sun should any reprisals be forthcoming.

Lord Asmodeum. We appear to have arrived in an Imperial system.

Haaashastaak damn them, we can't Harvest this world. What a waste... Don't tell me the Tzaanlords are stupid enough to turn on their own allies?

No, my Lord. There seems to be a hostile fleet attempting to invade the planet. Shall we leave them to their respective fates?

No, we need to placate the Khurganate, or they'll attack us again. If we come to their aid, we may earn their actual permission to scavenge from their kills. Scramble the fleet.

OOC: Rhunate assets:

The Excruciating Caress (Tradeship planetform)
5 Greatsword Battleships
10 Warhammer Battlecruisers
30 Glaive Cruisers
12 Battleaxe Carriers
20 Shuriken Missile Cruisers
200 Stilleto fighters

Hirulen

The Godulan Battlefleets materialized without fanfare or flair, and began conducting deep scans once again to get their bearings while several ships broke away from the main group and began to set up a formation in the shap of a cube approximately 10,000 km to an edge.

>>Be on alert. They may not have known we were coming before, but they sure will now. Get the Probability Nexus up and running and we'll be home free.

"So, what's the situation out there, Kai?"

"Well, from what we've been able to determine, Chancellor, everyone's fucking everybody in every hole."

"Really now?"

"That's pretty much it."

"Are their any other holes left to fill?"

"Probably..."

"Well, then, it's time for an emergency meeting of the senate."

"I'm way ahead of you, sir."

((Tag for joining later on))

"Well, from what we've been able to determine, Chancellor, everyone's fucking everybody in every hole."

OOC: Oddly enough no they're not.

OOC: Oddly enough no they're not.

OOC: I'm just trying to liven up my RPing skills. Also, I'll be putting up a thread for all of my units types. I'm thinking we could also use it as a force composition thread and edit our specific posts for our armies to show who's fucking who where, and maybe even use it for OOC chatter. Sound good?

OOC: An OOC thread would be useful. Though while this thread does not have one, it does have a signup thread. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=473200)

The NES Godsend detected the quarry deep within the Geonosis system. The fleet diverted in hyper, their wake illuminating Hyper for lightyears as they doubled their depth. The enemy was attempting to form an alliance with the Geonosians. They would instead find that the Inferno was willing to pursue them to the ends of hell, the pinnacles of heaven, and to the farthest end of the void. However, as they neared the edge of the system, it became readily apparent that there was an Inhibitor Field up.

They held position in Hyper, probing the field with sensors. However, it was locked up tight. They began to sidejump slowly around the perimiter of the field.

To the Khurganate forces, the Inferno is holding steady about the perimiter. Should any deem it to attempt an escape, we shall hunt them to the farthest ends of eternity.

OOC: Was I supposed to sighnup? There's no link from the first post, or any after that.
IC:The Admiral drummed his fingers.
"Damn these inhibitors. All strategically sound and blah, but they don't excactly help out infrastructure."
"Shall I take us back out, sir?"
"Do that. I'm almost in a mind to go home."
"Message from Geonosis."
"Have Menkeln take a look."
The Axe to Grind vanished, then appeared again about half an hour later.
"It's inhibited, and NE, Khurgan, and some other guys have got a lid on it. We're more use here."

(OOC: You have to play out the intercept, TCG. By the way, it's also impossible to hide something that large. It's like your silly '1000 mini-subs' garbage. You CANNOT hide them. They simple create TOO MUCH energy in its various forms to hide.)

The Assault Fleet approached Earth and remained in geo-stationary orbit over TFU, and sent a message to them. They also pretended to not know the exact position of the Cassiopeian Armada.

"You have wronged us for the last time, you who call yourselves the Federal Union! For your countless crimes you shall pay! In 3 standard rotations destruction of your pitiful country shall commence! This is your only chance to plead your case! Message repeats!"

Stronger, and very much more directed beams of radio waves were targeted at military installations and political recievers, ensuring they recieved a different message.

Secret IC. As in SECRET SECRET IC. No, it is IMPOSSIBLE (Or at least requires weeks of decoding by experts) to pick it up with passive scans and interpret on the spot. No, Cassiopeia, you may NOT pick it up with spies. No, Hataria may not either. If you can think of something suitably creative, maybe. But anything less than a paragraph will not cut it.:

"We require you to broadcast similarly hostile messages to us, and fire upon us with low-powered weaponry like explosive missiles. We will similarly use only the weakest of our weaponry and do naught but create marvellous lances of light in the atmosphere. We hope you will cooperate - it will help us both."

OOC: Was I supposed to sighnup? There's no link from the first post, or any after that.

At this point in time I figure its just using the people mentioned in the title. Don't ask me why he wanted everybody involved in the GE civil war to participate.

Empire of Thrashia
Foreign Affairs Office
High Minister Ferling

"Upon the recent and rather rash actions of the said nation of The Cassiopeia Galaxy, the Empire of Thrashia finds itself at a point where it's allies are under attack, and a rogue nation is loose. With it's ally, the nation of Parlim, also having declared war, the Emperor Shadaum IV has thus given me the said responsibility.

The Thrashian Empire henceforth declares all diplomatic ties with the Cassiopeia Galaxy broken, and as of this point 14:00 of standard day 24, 3012 a state of War exists between our nations."

It was a time of reckoning. It was a time for when old hates and fears would be put aside. When the failings of past ambitions are no longer anything more than ghosts of a forgotten past. It was a time for war.

Even before the official announcement of War, by Minister Farling, Emperor Shaduam had seen fit to bring the Thrashian Imperial Fleet up to battle readiness. It had been a long time since the fleet had been operating in these kind of situations, not since the Expsion Campaigns several years earlier.

Grand Admiral Veers (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Star%20Wars/imp_ofc_hat2.jpg), now getting into his middle years and walking with a slight limp, was commanding this new venture. The Admiral walked through the metal corridors of his Imperial Star Destroyer flagship, Right to Rule, and headed into the conference room.

The doors slid apart and revealed a long metal table with several chairs around it. In those chairs sat the major commanders of the Fleet and their adjutants. They all quickly came to their feet and snapped to attention.

"Aten-hut!"

They all saluted. Veers gazed around at them, and then raised his arm to his forelock and returned the salute. "At-ease gentlemen," he growled. The officers all sat back down. The small chatter that had existed before hand was no longer present as the Grand Admiral marched up to the head of the table.

He looked around again and then cracked a lop-sidded smile. "Well gentlemen, its time to bring this old warhorse out of the stalls." That caused several of the men to smile.

The Grand Admiral triggered a holo projector and a map of the galaxy near TCG appeared.

"This gentlemen, is our objective. The Emperor has made it quite clear that we are to attack without reserve and without ceasing until our enemy is destroyed. That enemy, is the Cassiopiean Galaxies military and even if the moment bares, it's people."

That caused several eyebrows to raise and more than one set of eyes widened. Vice Admiral Buhkarin seemed to want to voice his thoughts.

"I...i-isn't that genocide?"

"Yes it is," said Grand Admiral Veers. "And now this is what we're going to do. All Fleets, 1st-9th, are to begin operations. I have already sent Star Destroyer Peregrin on a good-will mission to contact Chronosian Emperor Remiel. It is his forces which part of our fleet will fight with."

Many of the officers were too young to remember the great battle of the skies of Thrashia Prime, when the Empire of Thrashia had challenged the Chronosians and the Sith. It had torn the GE into a civil war, much as this new engagement seemed to be aimed at. But that was an old battle. One that was forgotten and forgiven. The ambitions of the Grand Admiral who had tried to bring it about was dead, as was the majority of those who wished for the war.

It was a time for new beginnings.

Grand Admiral Veers cleared his thoat. "Now, I have your orders here. Read them, plan carefully, and prepare your forces. And remember: Courage which goes against military expediency is stupidity, or, if it is insisted upon by a commander, irresponsibility. So do not fail me...dismissed."

The officers snapped to their feet and saluted. Veers returned it again and then left the conference room. He had his own plans to make.

“You Highness, we have begun.”

“Excellent, it is about time we finished the G’Than’Dehr. What are the specifics?”

“The bases the Enemy had around Saturn begun to accumulate several destroyers. The strategists figured they were being used as a muster point for an invasion. The Infiltrators picked up transmissions coordinating an attack against The Federal Union with one of the Enemy’s allies, Hataria.”

“Yes, I remember reading the reports. Continue,,,”

The Imperial Military advisor resumed his detailing of the attack.

“Well, since they use Galactic Empire Technology, we computed their Hyperspace Route to Earth and set an ambush in a Choke Point. We used singularities to force the destroyers back into Real Space and then hit them with volleys of Grav Torps. The gravity wells would keep their Nav computers from allowing them to jump. There would be no way to get out of the ambush other than with their standard engines.”

“How well did the ambush work?”

“We are awaiting the final numbers but I think it would have been a massacre.”

“Good, now we will have to see to the protection of the Imperial citizens. Order the systems to Uplift. If they can’t get to them, our worlds will be safe.”

“I will see to it immediately.”

The advisor turned to leave the throne room. A sound from the Emperor mane him pause.

“Have the Honorguard ready. I will transfer the Throne to Starjammer. The mobile city will be the seat of power while the G’Than’Dehr is completed. That will keep the enemy from concentrating on Earth when they try to retaliate against me for the decimation of their little invasion fleet. They will see more of them decimated before we are done here.”

“Yes Sire, immediately.”

Soon afterwards, several systems were to seemingly disappear from Real Space.

First Bryce was observed to have a purple glow surround it until the entire system faded away out of reality. It reappeared deep within T-Space. Bryce was followed by Gliese, Hind, Calimbari, Blackstone, Nix, Riven, and on until the only remaining systems in Real Space was Earth, Prospero, and Threshold.

On earth, a planetary grade dimensional shield was placed around the tiny island empire, extending up through the atmosphere to include the Babylon Space Tower. Many of the other holdings were similarly protected. Sol Station and the nearby shipyards were huddled within their own shield system much like the Imperial Palace. Oort Station activated their defensive protocols and across Sol System, several defensive systems silently activated but remained hidden.

On Prospero 4, the colony activated their own Planetary Shields and informed the government of Cam III of possible action taken by the Cassiopeians.

Threshold remained in Real Space. There was nothing here but three dozen Neutron Stars. It was decided that any attempted attach would result in the Uplifting of The Station and the spinning of the stars, creating 36 Pulsars which would completely eradicate the invasion fleet.

The Empire was ready for anything the Cassiopeia Galaxy could throw at them.


OOC:

I was going to wait to include this as part of the next post but TCG was not posting.

At this point in time I figure its just using the people mentioned in the title. Don't ask me why he wanted everybody involved in the GE civil war to participate.
OOC: Possibly because he invaded the GE. Silly idea, that.

OOC: While such is true, there were people involved in the GE civil war that weren't actually signed up for the NS War II.

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Hirulen, Cassiopeian Waterworld

The Probability Nexus was just barely beginning formation, but activity was still at a heightened level.

Several more vessels split off from the main battlefleets, searching the planet for anything that might become a threat and launching salvos of Fractal Torpedos at any and all objects that fit the aforementioned criteria.

At the same time, Achaedus ordered the initiation of Skirmish missions into the system of Mali, with groups of 10 vessels jumping into the edge of the system to commence deep scans. 5 Makos, 3 Marauders, and 2 Sniper Cruisers would be enough to stamp out any picket groups that took umbrage to the Godulans' actions.

OOC: While such is true, there were people involved in the GE civil war that weren't actually signed up for the NS War II.

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Hirulen, Cassiopeian Waterworld

The Probability Nexus was just barely beginning formation, but activity was still at a heightened level.

Several more vessels split off from the main battlefleets, searching the planet for anything that might become a threat and launching salvos of Fractal Torpedos at any and all objects that fit the aforementioned criteria.

At the same time, Achaedus ordered the initiation of Skirmish missions into the system of Mali, with groups of 10 vessels jumping into the edge of the system to commence deep scans. 5 Makos, 3 Marauders, and 2 Sniper Cruisers would be enough to stamp out any picket groups that took umbrage to the Godulans' actions.

Mali System.

on the Edge of the system it self was something waiting for them. 34 Imperial Class Star Destroyers, 2 Bellephon Class Super Star Destroyers, 45 Victory Class Star Destroyers, 23 Lancer Class Frigates and 56,000 X-wing Fighters were waiting, with two New Weapons.

The First was The Darkdrive, a Super FTLi that would make any NavComputer Think there was a Mass in The Path of any Ship, makeing the Ship Stop.

the Second was a New type of Droid, the Swarm Droids, Looking like The Dreaded Army Ants of Earth, these Droids go into a Ship and EAT the Crew.

The Fleet waited for The enemy to show them selves. Once The enemy was in The Area. They would soon find their Communcations Jammed and traped.

The fleet dropped out of Hyperspace and into realspace. It had came about in the Albregardo system in the Galactic Core. It was there to quickly go where needed and where needed. It was too establish a colony with the locals on the planet of Albregaro-rae. The lfeet raced toward the planet once again after assuring Darth Vaclavious of there arrival to the system.

report of the Invasion Fleet to TFU.

all Ships and crews destroyed.

The Miehmish Fleets stationed at Kamino, Pentova, and Kuat were all on a relatively high state of alert, they knew the Cassiopieans were attacking the Empire, but they also knew that they were not much of a threat in combat. Whatever they tried, they would not have a chance against the Fleets positioned there.

The Godulan Vessels, 50 in all at separate points in the system, were swift to take note of the defense mechanisms in place and enact countermeasures of their own. The existence of the gravitonic FTLi was noted, and the Godulans felt thankful that they were equipped with secondary means of escape.

An obligatory level of counterfire lanced out from the vessels as they roared away from the defense pickets, using superior mobility to regroup as quickly as possible, though two vessels caught by the brunt of Cassiopeian defenses were forced to break off and drive into the nearest enemy ships on overdrive, activating their Plasmatic Pulse Self-Destruct bombs in an explosion strong enough to snap a Super Star Destroyer in half. One however did not make it, being cut down even before it could reach the enemy fleet and contenting itself with taking however many of the outmoded droids had been foolish enough to latch on.

A psionic missive went out to the main Battlefleet:

Encountering resistance. Gravitonic FTLi encountered. Returning shortly, be prepared for company.

And with that, a surge of telekinetic power seemed to radiate from each Godulan vessel, rippling through space for but a moment before the 48 remaining vessels simply vanished.

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6 Light Years away from Mali, they reappeared. The Godulan vessels immediately began probability calculations for the jump back to Hirulen while medics took care of the now unconscious psions. Several dozen more vessels materialized around them, more prepared now for anybody who might try a direct challenge.

Comms flew back and forth about the usage of some rather antiquated boarding mechanoids, and a burst message went back to the main fleet asking whether Kythons were going to be among the first things through the Nexus.

"'In a way?' The hell does that mean?"

"Its a good 'In a way', if that's what you're worried about."

"I hope so."

PROHT (an MT/Early PMT nation) is still oblivious to the war raging only a few light years above them.

Sure, occasionally the 'unschedualed astroid' makes an early or late orbit around their planet, but for the most part the rather increased number of them has producd little alarm.

The Godulan Vessels, 50 in all at separate points in the system, were swift to take note of the defense mechanisms in place and enact countermeasures of their own. The existence of the gravitonic FTLi was noted, and the Godulans felt thankful that they were equipped with secondary means of escape.

An obligatory level of counterfire lanced out from the vessels as they roared away from the defense pickets, using superior mobility to regroup as quickly as possible, though two vessels caught by the brunt of Cassiopeian defenses were forced to break off and drive into the nearest enemy ships on overdrive, activating their Plasmatic Pulse Self-Destruct bombs in an explosion strong enough to snap a Super Star Destroyer in half. One however did not make it, being cut down even before it could reach the enemy fleet and contenting itself with taking however many of the outmoded droids had been foolish enough to latch on.

A psionic missive went out to the main Battlefleet:

Encountering resistance. Gravitonic FTLi encountered. Returning shortly, be prepared for company.

And with that, a surge of telekinetic power seemed to radiate from each Godulan vessel, rippling through space for but a moment before the 48 remaining vessels simply vanished.

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6 Light Years away from Mali, they reappeared. The Godulan vessels immediately began probability calculations for the jump back to Hirulen while medics took care of the now unconscious psions. Several dozen more vessels materialized around them, more prepared now for anybody who might try a direct challenge.

Comms flew back and forth about the usage of some rather antiquated boarding mechanoids, and a burst message went back to the main fleet asking whether Kythons were going to be among the first things through the Nexus.

"'In a way?' The hell does that mean?"

"Its a good 'In a way', if that's what you're worried about."

"I hope so."


This was a Small Victory for the Cassiopeians, But They Knew they would Return, next time with Kythons. Sadly, None of The Swarm Droids got Near The enemy fleet. That would soon change and 5 Victorys and one Bellephon and 3,000 X-Wings Jumped into Hyper Space, with The Small but Deadly droids. renforcements were on their way in the form of 45 Sith Class Star Destroyers and 23,000 E-Wings

6 Light Years way.

The Ships that jumped into Hyperspace soon Dropped out and The capital ships lanched 123 Anti-Cap Ship Missiles, while The Fighters headed for enemy ships. but The Main Thing was a Big Silver Cloud come at the enemy. the Swarm Droids. Since Godulan Ships didn't have hanger bays, the Swarm Droids would have to find a way in, or make one as they landed on the enemy Capital Ships hull.

"Incoming! Lots!"

"Switch to Protium Arcs and fire at will. Initiate probability jumps at random intervals to keep those wind-up toys from reaching us. Comms, ring up the boss and tell him its time for a barn-burster."

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The Godulan fleet scattered like roaches under the kitchen light. The larger vessels, the Marauders, equipped properly with Protium-Arc Disintegrators, opened fire on the advancing cloud of robots. While the Makos and Sniper Cruisers locked targets on the Cassiopeian vessels and peeled away from the cloud at top speed, but in long arcing routes that would take them around the advancing and spreading cloud and open up unhindered shots at the Cassiopeian flagships.

The Protium-Arcs were useful for dealing with large clusters of smaller ships, in this case the swarm of robots, by sheer virtue of its area of effect nature. Upon reaching proximity to its intended target, a Protium Arc burst's containment would rupture, unleashing a massive concussion effect that would sap shielding and strip hulls of their constituent molecules. In many cases a group of fighter sized vessels could be wiped out in a single shot. In this case, the Protium Arcs would be exceptionally dangerous.

At their present numbers, the 175 vessels of various types would be sufficient to hold off the enemy until the big guns arrived.

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"Prepare the rest of Battlefleet two," Achaedus said as he watched the situation unfold from Kingdom Come. "Even the numbers out between challenging the little bastards outside the system, and jumping straight into Mali and leveling anything that dares stick its nose in our path."

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Three vessels had buckled under the initial Anti-Capital Ship torpedo salvo, most of the rest having darted away via short-range probability jump or simply rending the incoming missiles to pieces in waves of glowing blue explosive crystal shells.

And now the Sniper Cruisers would have their say. Drawing a bead on command towers, engine blocks, and fighter bays of the enemy vessels, they would drop their shields for but an instant, an instant long enough solely to fire a massive burst of their Tachyon Cannons. The unhindered Tachyon beam would strike the enemy shielding, pass straight through it, and emerge within the shielding as a condensed beam of energized particles which, in this case, were approximately equal to a planetary grade turbolaser blast directed at the weakest sections of the Cassiopeian vessels.

Further, strange ethereal versions of Godulan vessels emerged into existence, as though the Godulan fleet had suddenly begun duplicating itself in a twisted form of cellular mitosis. Pretty swiftly, Cassiopeian and Swarm droid alike would have a horrific time telling hologram from reality as the fleet quintupled in size in a matter of seconds.

And so it was that the Godulans calmly began to rip the enemy fleet and their pet swarm to shreds, while politely scanning all frequencies for the command channels of the Swarm droids.

“Sire, I have several reports to deliver.”

The tactical advisor approached the Imperial Throne. The lights were dim and he was not sure the Emperor was meditating or not. The richly colored tapestries adorned the walls and the ceiling, completely covering them.

“Please approach”

Yes your Highness.”

The advisor proceeded across the thick carpet to where the throne sat in the middle of one side of the large room. This was the Imperial Palace on Starjammer, the interstellar city created years ago for the Emperor to rule his domain from when he wished to travel. It was designed to be an extremely hard city to attack with all it’s defenses.

“We have received the reports from the Ambusk. It is reported that none of the ships was able to escape from the trap. All 57 destroyers and their 80,000 support fighters were destroyed by the waves of singularities. There are no survivors. Any return fire that might have tried was absorbed by the singularities themselves. We have no damage to report.”

“The complete removal of the Saturn Station and any other holding was also successfully accomplished. Again, as per the rules of conduct under the G’Than’Dehr, there were no survivors taken. All sites were cleaned up so there is no wreckage or other clues to their disappearance. There is nothing to designate us as the aggressors. The jamming signals prevented communication to the best of our knowledge. Out spies in the ranks of the enemy has not reported any rumor of our involvement.”

“How about defenses?”

"All systems have uplifted or initiated planetary defenses. Our holding on Earth is protected, as well as Prospero and Threshold. Cam III has been warned in case TCG is stupid enough to attach there. He can bring in his allies if they are attacked. We are safe for the moment."

“Take us to stage two and inform the Generals I wish to meet with them immediately to plan our next move.”

"We've been sitting here for days, admiral, the men are getting irritated. Perhaps a little...sortie, nothing that's going to endager the ships, but..."
"I can see where you're coming from, Commissar, so yes, lets. We'll go to the Chronosian beach-head, take a prodnose, maybe scrap some commerce, then head home, and the men will think we're making a differance." He raised his voice.
"All ships, warp to Chronosian expeditionary fleet, on my order. This time, we really are going to crack heads."
There was a resounding cheer, and around the fleet, enthusiastic crewman becoming playing the anthem over the PDA system. Then the vessels vanished into the warp.

Out of hyperspace, several hundred kilometers out from the furthest extent of Curoscant's defences a single Star Destroyer appeared. It had been more than a decade since one of these, under Thrashian markings, had been seen close to the Imperial Capital world.

"Captain, we've come out of hyperspace at point 83892, as designated. Comm Scan reports that Curoscant defense systems have detected our presence," reported the deck officer.

The captain, a tall man, over 6ft, nodded, his sharp green eyes looking out at the sphere before him. He turned to the lieutenant.

"Very well Markus, have comms bring us a transmission line, and have the main transmissiter emit a peace formation, so as to assure them. Though I highly doubt that a single Star Destroyer would pose a threat to Curoscant," replied the captain. The lieutenant saluted and turned smartly to go follow his orders.

The Star Destroyer glided through space and took up a holding position at a 'safe distance' from the planet. Several ships of Curoscant's Defense Fleet were coming out of their orbits to position themselves before the new arrival.

The comms ensign looked up from his station. "Transmission opened sir."

The captain nodded and cleared his throat. "Curoscant control, this is Star Destroyer Peregrine of the Empire of Thrashia. I am Captain Drayvis, commanding officer. I have been charged by Emperor Shadaum IV and Grand Admiral Veers to extend a hand of help against the recent actions of TCG and it's allies. Many of the nations that the nation in question is attacking are allies of Thrashia's and as such we see fit to declare war for their interest. I ask for an audiance with Emperor Remiel or one of his advisors concerning the matter."

He nodded to the ensign and the line went dead. Now...to see how they react, he thought.

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Epion Space Station in orbit of New Thrashia

Preparations for the coming campaign had been made quickly. In all some 147 Star Destroyers Mk II, 90 Victory Star Destroyers, and an assortment of Lancer Frigates, Katana Dreadnoughts, and even a few relic Scorpion Carriers were assembled.

It wasn't the cream of the Imperial Fleet, seeing as the Fleet, at full, could muster 900 Star Destroyers; but Grand Admiral Veers had made it clear that New Thrashia would be given top priorty, as well as the Empire's newer colonial holdings. That however did not stop the Grand Admiral from deciding to take direct command of the expidition.

On the 600 kilometer giant metallic sphere that was the Epion, the moveable Fleet Command Center, Grand Admiral Veers was speaking with the High Fleet Staff.

"It is my firm belief my friends that we should strike first into the Galactic Empire, eliminate the TCG forces there, then move into the enemy's own territories," said Veers. From the assembled admirals and generals there came a murmur of slight agreement. However some still did not agree.

General Septum, commander of the Mobile Suit Space Forces, rose from his seat. "I disagree entirely Grand Admiral." He looked around at the faces of the others.

"Our allies, the Fedral Union the foremost, is being invaded. We owe nothing to the Galactic Empire, let them clean up their own mess. Our forces would be better suited to backing up FU forces and then moving straight into TCG controlled space. It's a waste of resources to send our forces anywhere near the Core."

Again members of the Staff nodded or mumbled a small agreement. Veers simply shook his head. Suddenly another officer stood. It was Treize Kushrenada, commander of the Specials.

"I agree however with the Grand Admiral. Seeing as the Specials are granted by the Emperor to enter any fight we see fit to enter, I will have my forces move to support the Core," Treize said.

Veers smiled and spoke before Septum could argue. "Then it's decided. Let us prepare then. Dismissed."

The Miehmish 8th and Home Fleets had been held in reserve for an opportunity to arise. One in which, perhaps, an old score could be settled, now with the Thrashians acting in the Galaxy once again there was opportunity. All it required was one more piece of information, and they knew exactly where to get what they wanted....

To the Parlim Government:

We would ask for complete copies of your star charts, we are attempting to discover opportunities based upon the knowledge of our allies. Please have them labeled with the location of every nation included, and the dimensions of their territory.

ooc: Mini, you bastard, trying to get the location of my new homeworld.

Inbetween was a smouldering, plagueridden ruin of a world; laid low by the touch of Lucian, the Chosen of Nurgle. High above, sat upon a pulsing throne of bone and diseased flesh, swarmed by his Nurgling servants; Lucian obsereved his handiwork; before invoking a map of the Cassiopeian Galaxy. He chuckled softly, fingers carressing stars and worlds; orbs that would be forced to rot and decay beneath his onslaught.

"Send word to the Emperor; Inform him of our intents upon this wretched galaxy. Advise him that the servants of Khorne would be most useful in destroying our hated foe. Tell him...That this place is ripe and ready to bleed."

"Aye, Lord." A servitor crawled away, licking at lips with a twisted split serpent tongue. "I serve your will..."

Lucian rose and began to speak; his hushed intonation like the whisper of fel death upon the galaxy; to be heard and observed by all those who would count themselves part of this galaxy, and thus the foes of the Imperium

Inbetween is but the first step in our vendetta against you and your kind. All shall perish in the fires of Chaos; the cleansing pestilance of Nurgle shall scourge you from existence; and the bloodtide of Khorne shall ensure your demise. Tremble mortals; Death has come to claim you; one by one. Let this pittance of a world serve as example of the fate of all who defy the Chronosian's. Let the Daemons of Chaos lead you to your fate; lamentation and damnation amidst the fires of the Warp; prostrate and helpless before the Ruinous Powers.

Fedral Union Space - border of TCG

On the black canvas of space a massive armada of ships came out of hyperspace. It was the Thrashian Expeditionary Force, a total of 200 Imperial Star Destroyers, 90 Victory Star Destroyers, and a host of support vehicles. They were formed into waves, making large arrow-head formations, reconniscience fighters launched in all directions and they began searching the surrounding area.

Grand Admiral Veers, dressed in full dress uniform, sat in his command chair upon his flagship Star Destroyer Right to Rule. He turned to the deck officer on duty. "Inform via extended transmission the Fedral Union that the Thrashian Expeditionary Force is now within it's borders. We would request freedom of movement within it's space and for the abiltiy to set up supply bases here on the fringe."

The lieutenant saluted and turned on his heel and walked to the communications area.

Outside of the ship Veers watched as his fleet made formations, taking up flank positions, the usual movements and patterns of a Thrashian fleet when it appeared in unknown space.

Captain Lonarm walked forward to the Admiral and saluted. "Sir, we've confirmed the pressence of TFU forces on the border. I've requested they allow us operational space here for the time being unless ordered off."

"Very good captain, now I would like you to contact the forces, or the capital directly of Godular, they will be feeding us information for the time being for us to begin our deep-space operations into TCG space."

"Yes Admiral," said Captain Lonarm. Messages were sent out to both Godular and the Fedral Union.

The captain nodded and cleared his throat. "Curoscant control, this is Star Destroyer Peregrine of the Empire of Thrashia. I am Captain Drayvis, commanding officer. I have been charged by Emperor Shadaum IV and Grand Admiral Veers to extend a hand of help against the recent actions of TCG and it's allies. Many of the nations that the nation in question is attacking are allies of Thrashia's and as such we see fit to declare war for their interest. I ask for an audiance with Emperor Remiel or one of his advisors concerning the matter."

He nodded to the ensign and the line went dead. Now...to see how they react, he thought.
Grand Moff Blathe, in charge of Coruscant when the leadership is away, answered with a curt response. "Were this any other time, you wouldn't live to return to your home, Thrashian. As it is, I reluctantly accept your request to assist in dealing with these foolish Cassiopeians. But do not make the mistake of lingering as soon as they are destroyed, for our truce will end at that time."

With that, the Grand Moff cut off communications and moved to more pessing matters, like obliterating TCG from the face of the universe. Let it be known to all, that the Imperial Navy is on the move...

"Tell the Empress that everything we have has been deployed to where we though it best. Then ask her if any of our deployments should be changed. The fools haven't made any aggressive moves against Kuat or Pentova, or even Kamino yet. Whatever they're planning, it's not likely to be all that impressive."

Transmission to Coruscant:

We have deployed our navy at the most critical worlds, but now it seems as though our full force will not be required. We are going to recall our forces from Kuat, and half of those at Pentova. That means we will have 5 fleets unoccupied, what should we do with them?

Grand Moff Blathe, in charge of Coruscant when the leadership is away, answered with a curt response. "Were this any other time, you wouldn't live to return to your home, Thrashian. As it is, I reluctantly accept your request to assist in dealing with these foolish Cassiopeians. But do not make the mistake of lingering as soon as they are destroyed, for our truce will end at that time."

With that, the Grand Moff cut off communications and moved to more pessing matters, like obliterating TCG from the face of the universe. Let it be known to all, that the Imperial Navy is on the move...


Drayvis swallowed visably at the end of Grand Moff Blathe's response. He had met the Grand Moff once, when Thrashia and the GE had been on better terms. It had been back when Drayvis had been a simply deck officer on a trip to the Core. He remembered the Grand Moff being a very...intimidating man.

"Helm, take us about, bring us onto a high speed course for Fedral Union space," Drayvis said after composing himself.

"Aye Captain."

Without waiting to be told so, the Peregrine launched into hyperspace.

"Tell the Empress that everything we have has been deployed to where we though it best. Then ask her if any of our deployments should be changed. The fools haven't made any aggressive moves against Kuat or Pentova, or even Kamino yet. Whatever they're planning, it's not likely to be all that impressive."

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We have deployed our navy at the most critical worlds, but now it seems as though our full force will not be required. We are going to recall our forces from Kuat, and half of those at Pentova. That means we will have 5 fleets unoccupied, what should we do with them?
Response:

Best course of action at this time will be to disperse them on patrol for enemy units until Cassiopeia makes another move. Once that occurs, crush them.

Response:

Best course of action at this time will be to disperse them on patrol for enemy units until Cassiopeia makes another move. Once that occurs, crush them.

Reply:

So let it be done. We have other plans for two of the fleets, but the other three will be mobile.

OOC: Guess it's time for me to make some sort of introduction to my later entrance with the GE...

IC: Though not having engaged in the conflict yet, the Amazonian Dominion, locked away in a space a good distance from the nearest powerful civilisation, watched the growing threat with a wary eye. It was only a matter of time now before the growing conflagoration swept up the entire galaxy and further in the grasps of combat and warfare. Inevitable to a point, though the Dominion was always ready. And this time, there would be no mistakes. Fleets stood by, armed and crewed, waiting for the order that would soon come to send the fleets of the Dominion into warfare along the already-chosen side of preference with the Galactic Empire and Chronosia.

Captain Lonarm walked forward to the Admiral and saluted. "Sir, we've confirmed the pressence of TFU forces on the border. I've requested they allow us operational space here for the time being unless ordered off."

"Very good captain, now I would like you to contact the forces, or the capital directly of Godular, they will be feeding us information for the time being for us to begin our deep-space operations into TCG space."

"Yes Admira," said Captain Lonarm. Messages were sent out to both Godular and the Fedral Union.

The vessels assigned to the formation of the Probability Nexus had just completed the first stage of the process, and had made a jump back to Godulan Space, where they were now working on the second stage of deployment.

Achaedus watched a holographic representation of the rest of the Godulan Battlefleet Partition probability jump into the skirmish some distance from Mali, while the second partition kept on its targeting solutions for a precise jump that would put them within several of the external defensive layers present throughout the system.

"Sir, message from the Thrashians, they wish to utilize our intelligence in order to coordinate deep strike capabilities."

"Relay the information back, and suggest that they make directly for Mali. We need the system as a launching point for scout sorties and the inevitable commencation of hostilities upon the system of Darkaan."

Not having a map of the Cassiopeia galaxy, the fleet was playing it by ear, finding a spot as far from the psychic beacons of major habitation spots before leaving the warp, and transmitting to the Chronosian fleet.

"My lords, this is Boozia's Admiral Gerspel here. We're essentially hear to keep the men in shape, and maybe gather some intelligence, but we aren't going to get into a fleet engagement, for fear of being warp inhibited. If youhave any orders, just say."

Outer Rim Territories

The Specials had arrived within the Galactic Empire. The task force charged with helping to protect the GE, seek and destroy all TCG forces, and to establish a newer base of relations between the old enemies of each nation.

The Specials were a force onto themselves. Utilizing newer technology in mechs, or as some called them: mobile suits, the Specials had made dominating successes on the Thrashian frontiers, gaining them independance from the normal functions and chain of command evident within the normal Thrashian military. Their leader, Treize Kushrenada, answered only to the Emperor; the mere fact that he had extended his help to Grand Admiral Veers had shown that the young leader was willing to compromise; since after all, the military had never much cared for the Specials.

"Your excellency? We've come out of hyperspace at your designated coordinates. How shall we proceed?" Colonel Merquis asked. They each stood on the bridge of Excellency Treize's flagship the Pride of Vitalis, watching as the Specials fleet formed up.

Treize turned to his life long friend and adjutant. "According to Intelligence, the most fighting happening at the moment is within the Geonosis system. I believe we should go and assist our comrades in this venture," Treize said. "Issue a transmission to the nearest GE forces asking for information on the current situation happening around Geonosis."

"Yes your Excellency," Merquis said, he bowed and walked away to follow his orders. Treize stared out over his fleet, his soldiers, his sons as he thought of them.

The entire fleet consisted of 'Specials Only' forces. Since the organizations creation Treize had seen fit not to be easily identifiable with the normal Thrashian military; and as such had his own ship designs. The current force consisted of 34 Knight-class Cruisers, 18 Leviathan-class Dreadnoughts, 50 Neo Terror escort frigates, 8 Agamemnon-class Carriers and 3 of the newer Omega-class Bulk Transports. It was roughly 1/4th of the Specials forces. The others remained upon the Specials Fortess World.

We fight for the soldiers of the future... thought Treize, wording his creed. So they do not have to.

OOC: STILL waiting for a response regarding the situation at Geonosis...

bump TCG, if you bail on this....

OOC:

Please note, this is a secret meeting that if you can evesdrop, I really would like to know how...


IC:


Aboard the StarJammer, the Imperial Intergalactic City built for the Emperor to travel throughout the Empire, Nhur-Galladu meditated within his chambers. The ornate clock on the wall chimed nine times in the background. He felt his consciousness drift out into the Aether. Following the link all Ta’Nar shared, he sought out the minds of his Grand Admirals.

One by one, the Admirals of the fleets joined his Gestalt and he closed it, locking out all others to make sure it was absolutely private. Ga’Ton of the Imperial Fleet, R’Venj of the Imperial Task Force, D’Veus of the Imperial Covert Forces, and F’Sterr of the Honorguard. All four branches of the Imperial Navy were present.

“Welcome, my trusted generals. We will take this moment to plan out offensive against the Cassiopeians.”

“Our initial ambush was successful. A support fleet of 57 Destroyers carrying an estimated 80,000 fighters in their launch bays was sent to back up Hatarian forces attacking The Federal Union. The fleet was stopped and destroyed to a man. The stations the Enemy places around Saturn and others in the system were completely obliterated. We can than Ga’Ton for his fine work coordinating the attacks. The remains was collected by D’Veus and processed.”

D’Veus took over after a private indication from Nhur-Galladu.

“We employed Kython Scavenger Systems to collect all sign of debris from the attacks that survived Singularity Bombardment. We were able to collect the repair bay from one of the destroyers. In the system computers, the schematics of the enemy vessels were found. Apparently Damage Control was also run from this same system because we also located several schematics for destroyers, Cruisers, and other capital ships other than the fighters.”

“Also, one of the ships Navigation Computers survived. Using this, we can map out their entire Hyperspace Routes including the many Choke Points so we can begin to systematically ambush their fleet traffic. That will either force them to travel outside their routes resulting in longer response times or they will run out of ships.”

R’Venj took over to give his report.

“Study of The Enemy indicates his often impulse based troop movements instead of ones based off strategy. At times it seems the guiding hand of the government is completely absent, meaning local troops are left to act on their own authority.”

“Chronosia has established a beachhead in Inbetween. It appears they left the world an infected ruin incapable of survival. The Chronosia forces appear as if they will soon move on to their next target as soon as reinforcements arrive. At least one other nation has jumped into his field of operations to join in the carnage.”

“Godular also has spearheaded an invasion of their own. Thrashia has joined them at Mali and it seems they will work together to their own ends. So far our intelligence has indicated their scouting of the system but we suspect there will be much fireworks soon.”

F’Sterr then took his turn giving his report to Nhur-Galladu and the assembled generals.

“The Emperor has moved the Throne to StarJammer. He has ordered the Uplifting of all systems and the Shielding of our holdings in the shared systems of Sol and Prospero. We have all 16 fleets available for war activities and protection of the Sol and Prospero systems. Several battlegroups of the 5th Imperial Fleet have been assigned to these areas in case the Enemy tries anything funny. They should be enough, along with the Homeguard forces to hold back any invasion forces long enough to jump in reinforcements.”

“The Honorguard Fleet is protecting StarJammer itself. They are not needed because of the defenses of the city itself but you never know what the Enemy might attempt. That leaves at least 12 fleets to use in our sweep of the Cassiopeian Galaxy of the filth that infests it.”

When it became his turn, Ga’Ton began.

“The development of the Kython Hordes over the last century alongside our friends, the Godulans, has been most fortunate. With the recent changes that have occurred, we were fortunate to have completed that project years before. It allowed us to streamline our vessels so they are significantly smaller with a resultant upgrade in power. The Carriers now can be considered fleet carriers.”

“The inclusion of the Kythons into the fleets is complete. They are the very structure of our military forces. The Serjents have been retired and replaced by the Kythons. The units themselves are continuously evolving generation after generation, as per their design. Out ability to possess them is complete and alone, they function intelligently. Their Psionics are developing at an impressive rate and they seem able to understand the Eldritch Arts.”

Nhur-Galladu again began to speak.

“We will review the data from the Navigation Computer to determine targets worthy of our initial thrust into the heart of their empire. Upload the design schematics into the Kython Consciousness and utilize them to locate weaknesses in design we can exploit. See if we can hinder reinforcements heading to the Chronosia and Godular beachheads. We must assist our allies if we can. I want high profile targets leading to the destruction of their Throneworld.”

“I want the G’Than’Dehr finished and I want it complete. We will completely cripple them and in the end, the nation of The Cassiopeian Galaxy will cease to exist.”

The Gestalt ended and the generals return to their own ships while Nhur-Galladu returned to his new body.

Training System 3, Undisclosed Coordinates
FNS Federation, Flagship of the Navy
Secret Fleet Maneuvers

Admiral Jacob Savage looked nervously over his shoulder, at the deserted engineering corridor. He knew no one would be there, of course, an anti-matter leak alarm had sounded moments earlier, and the threat of anti-matter explosion can clear a room quickly. Returning to his work, he inputted the energy frequencies for a disruptor wave, cleverly covering his tracks as he continued. He finished 'laying the track' for the energy burst, and with a sigh, knowing he was serving the Federation, pressed the blinking 'confirm' button.

---

The joint fleet maneuvers between Parlim and Mini Miehm were going smoothly, their ships preparing for battle, and training each other to work as a coherent team, as well as putting the Federation, which had never seen battle beyond the occasional pirates, through its paces. Everything had gone smoothly, and although there had been an anti-matter leak scare on board the Federation, it had turned out to be a false alarm due to a faulty sensor.

On the bridge, spirits were high, the crew, aside from an abnormally quiet Admiral Savage, chatted animatedly amongst themselves. The two fleets were in close formation, about to break apart and obliterate some old captured ISDs that were currently acting as targets. Suddenly, as the ships began to spread out, the bridge lights of the Federation flickered, then suddenly went dim. The massive blue hue of the engines faded, and the ship coasted lightly through space.

An ensign was quick to report, “Sir, massive power drains throughout the ship, it looks like it is being drawn to main engineering. Wait- no, it's spreading. The power grids in engineering can no longer hold it all. It's being routed through the main databanks, wait, now through the tertiary computer memory modules, and, oh shit, sir, it's going through the comm dish!”

The massive dish situated on the superstructure of the Federation flickered to life, the excess power causing its servo-motors to rotate it seemingly at random, stopping abruptly, pointing directly at the lead Miehmish ship. Its transmission protocols activated, the transmitter discharged the beam of energy directly at the allied vessel, but causing no damage.

“Sir,” spoke the ensign again, “The energy beam collided with the Miehmish vessel. No damage, but it looks like it might have taken a part of our databank when it went through the comm dish. However, the data left over looks fairly garbled, I doubt they'd get anything from it, should they even be able to recover it. Power is returning to all decks, and other than some burnt out circuitry, there seems to be no damage. No indication to what caused the surge, I'll get someone down to the computer core to scavenge through the memory modules.”

Though Savage nodded, he knew it wouldn't be possible. The energy was purposely calibrated to wipe all memory in the modules pertaining to power distribution, which it had conveniently passed through on its rapid exit. In fact, the data it took with it was not garbled at all, merely heavily encrypted. When the Miehmish used the decipherer that they had been given, they would find themselves with a wealth of information available only to command ships, such as the Federation. Data like fully labeled starmaps, thoroughly detailed scans of Thrashian military vessels, installations they had throughout their system, estimated military readiness and availability, roadmaps and blueprints for major cities, and full scanner readouts of their portal capabilities.

Savage paused for a moment, concerned with the morality of what was to be done, but stopped himself. This was war, a perfect time for the removal of ones liabilities. It had to be done. For the Federation. For Parlim.

"Perfect. We have what we needed, transmit it to Admiral Harrington. She'll move as soon as she gets the charts."

"Aye sir, transmission going out now."

SEVERAL HOURS LATER:

The data went out to several Miehmish allies, old and new, as well as directly to the Admiral. An undisclosed Gronde naval Grouping was brought along. They'd be alot of help when it came time to hit the forces in orbit, and the assault on the planet as well.

"Alright. We've got the data, input the coordinates in the comps, dial up an Emperor BB, and prepare for the total destruction of Thrashia, for real this time."

"Aye Ma'am. We're en route, ETA, 5 hours. We already have the Engineers working on that Jammer you asked about. It'll be complicated, but they oughta have it mostly done by the time we arrive, and they'll remain safely in the Immaterium until they have it fully done."

"Good. Let's be about it."

5 Hours Later:

The Miehmish Fleet ripped out of hyperspace right on the limit at the system periphery. In range to be seen as a threat by the Thrashians, but they knew their allies from Parlim wouldn't try and stop them unless they shot first. All it would take would be a few threats.

OOC: Finnaly, god.

IC:
Coruscant.....

Aelikes paced around his chambers on coruscant. Recently transfered from Huntaria, now he's at the capital center of the Galactic Empire. And he'll be there for a while too. Unfortunatly, a few weeks after he was seated a small civil war struck up in the GE with concernes on who's in charge. Nightshade or the Nightsisters. Then.... These Cassiopean fools decide to attack. The entire Galactic Empire. Aelikes chuckles to himself as he thought of the attack. How utterly.... Stupid.

The INR Towerless Super Star Destroyer (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10726662&postcount=40). The troopers have been waiting for a moment to use this thing. Now that it's stationed at the Kuat Drive Yards, it's moment of glory has arrived. The glory of the Empire. Aelikes mobilised some of his fleet at Kuat, should the Cassiopeans attack there. If not..... They shall meet the enemies who were attacking Geonosis. The other half of the fleet, which was patroling random sectors, was sent to Geonosis. There, the Terminator will be the commanding starship of the Huntarian Forces.

He thought it was time he coordinated his attacks with Grand Moff Blathe and any other representative who remains on Coruscant.


To: Grand Moff Blathe
From: Darth Aelikes

I have sent in a fleet to help eradicate the pesky Cassiopean threat on Geonosis. I'm comming over to your office to discuss the war. I hope we can coordinate some attacks which will be beneficiary to the Empire, and trade intellegence from our Kirtir Spies. My apprentice, Warrior Shamman, is currently on a spying mission for the Empire. He's on his way to Geonosis before the fleet reaches him.

Aelikes, 2nd in command of Huntaer.


OOC:

The Fleets:

Kuat

1 INR Towerless Super Star Destroyer (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10726662&postcount=40)
1 Tie Class Carrier (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10470295&postcount=28)
50 Eradicator Class Towerless Star Destroyers (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10474914&postcount=29)
50 Necrosis Class Towerless Star Destroyers (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10553879&postcount=30)
48 Armada Class Battleships (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10554016&postcount=33)
100 Armageddon Class Cruisers (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10553923&postcount=31)

Geonosis:

1 Terminator Class Towerless Super Star Destroyer
1 Tie Class Carrier (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10470295&postcount=28)
100 Eradicator Class Towerless Star Destroyers (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10474914&postcount=29)
20 Tenebrous Class Towerless Star Destroyer (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10553973&postcount=32)
70 Demolisher Class Battleships (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10150085&postcount=21)

A tight-beam transmission was recieved aboard the Pride of Vitalis via the Specials own secret encyption lines. Few other than the Emperor and the Thrashian High Command, alone, knew the existence of these encryption lines, and only the Specials' top commanders knew the codes.

Colonel Merquis took the printout of the message from the comms station and walked over to where Treize sat in his command chair.

"Excellency, we've received this priorty transmission from New Thrashia," he said. Treize looked up from his star-gazing and took the paper. He quickly read it, his face turning to a frown as he did.

"Forces identified as Miehmian have entered the outer rim of the Thrashian territories...why?" Treized asked himself. He looked at Merquis.

"Why would Mini Miehm try to send forces to Thrashia?"

"We did fight them, or at least the GE, two decades ago..."

"Are you sure Section II didn't get this wrong? Have they checked with their operatives?"

"Section II has never been wrong before sir," said Merquis. Treize nodded in agreement.

"Very well, send Grand Admiral Veers this message. Now. Then have our fleet prepare for hyperspace. We're returning to Polaris to judge the situation. I will leave it to Colonel Barten to command his men at New Thrashia, and hope that Admiral Kines is up to commanding the Home Fleet," Treize said.

"Very well sir...but your very sure about this?"

"Why else would the nation of Mini Miehm enter our space for, supposedly secret space, other than to attack us? It makes no sense in reality...I must think of this more. No follow me orders please Merquis."

"Yes your Excellency."

OOC: Thrashia, the Godulans sent ya the infoz ya asked for. One or two of my posts back. Not sure if ya reacted to it.

OOC: Sorry for not Posting, The Forum was Acting up on Me, TCG will post Soon.

SecertIC: Rio de Janeiro, Hatarian Brazil.

The Port was alive with War Ships as a Invasion Fleet was Massing, readly for Operation: Venom. a Attack on Coredia it self. If it worked, then the enemy, Both GE and The Alliance of Freedom would have to sue for peace on Hatarian Terms.

They also had a Gift from their Allies, The Cassiopeians, 7 AT-AT Walkers which Serena named "Nadia Force" After her Friend, General Nadia.

The 13th Fleet ("Nadia's revenge" as named by The Sailors.)

6 Black Lady Class Air Craft Carriers (With 56 RAGI-17 Fighter/Bombers and 49 Typhoon Intercepters on Each Ship)
4 Oni Class Helicopter Carriers (with 67 Cobrahawk Attack Helicopters in each Ship)
23 Empire Class Destroyers
56 Landing Craft Rocket (LCTRs)
34 Landing Ship Tanks
34 Wasp-class amphibious assault ships
4 Black Dragon Class Grand Battleships
23 Asakura Class Curisers.
46 Landing Craft Air Cushions (LCACs)
23 Tangalee Class Attack Subs
5 Angel Class hosptal Ships
45 Deep Blue Class Troop Carriers

122 Divisions with 23,000 Imperial Marines, 451 CT-24 Main Battle Tanks, 100 YHU-123 Armored troop transports, 23 moblie Missile Launchers. 123 GT-77 Light Battle Tanks. and 234 RM-17 Main Battle tanks in each Division.

7 AT-ATs

The Fleet soon headed out to Open Waters

OOC: Thrashia, the Godulans sent ya the infoz ya asked for. One or two of my posts back. Not sure if ya reacted to it.

OOC: Nah, I got it, don't worry.

A tight-beam transmission was recieved aboard the Pride of Vitalis via the Specials own secret encyption lines. Few other than the Emperor and the Thrashian High Command, alone, knew the existence of these encryption lines, and only the Specials' top commanders knew the codes.

Colonel Merquis took the printout of the message from the comms station and walked over to where Treize sat in his command chair.

"Excellency, we've received this priorty transmission from New Thrashia," he said. Treize looked up from his star-gazing and took the paper. He quickly read it, his face turning to a frown as he did.

"Forces identified as Miehmian have entered the outer rim of the Thrashian territories...why?" Treized asked himself. He looked at Merquis.

"Why would Mini Miehm try to send forces to Thrashia?"

"We did fight them, or at least the GE, two decades ago..."

"Are you sure Section II didn't get this wrong? Have they checked with their operatives?"

"Section II has never been wrong before sir," said Merquis. Treize nodded in agreement.

"Very well, send Grand Admiral Veers this message. Now. Then have our fleet prepare for hyperspace. We're returning to Polaris to judge the situation. I will leave it to Colonel Barten to command his men at New Thrashia, and hope that Admiral Kines is up to commanding the Home Fleet," Treize said.

"Very well sir...but your very sure about this?"

"Why else would the nation of Mini Miehm enter our space for, supposedly secret space, other than to attack us? It makes no sense in reality...I must think of this more. No follow me orders please Merquis."

"Yes your Excellency."

The Miehmish Fleet was on their way into the system already, rolling missile pods for the expected beginning of the hostilities.

On a distant world, in a far off galaxy, a man is playing a game of chess. It has all the pieces you would expect, they are the same colours as you might remember, the board is identical to those you know.

His opponent is Fate.

The man reaches out with fingers worn by years of tumult and turmoil and pain, regards the pieces with eyes that have seen most, if not all, ends. Many pawns have already been moved across the board, a myriad of decisions have already been made, yet there are many paths yet to be explored. Many choices that await resolution. Moves still to be made.

He ponders for a moment as his opponent idles; in one hand, Fate holds an hourglass. In the other, a set of scales; ever fixed upon Balance. The man turns back to the game; the Challenge; and reaches out again to move his piece of choice.

Tenetia

There is a cell.

There is a cell, and it does not matter if it lies in the heart of the world or at the peak of a great tower. What matters is that it exists and that it is occupied. The occupant, the Prisoner, only moves when he is instructed. Occasionally his captor visits him, to jeer and mock his prone form, sometimes his child, the dark one, the one whose name bears two faces….He can almost remember. The other child is always absent.

The one who comes calls him father. He himself cannot name him son.

Today he has another visitor. A new visitor. This one calls him Judas, full of mocking love, this one calls him brother.

Chronos stares blindly, it is as though he doesn’t see, doesn’t hear, doesn’t comprehend. This is the deadness of a tomb, the baleful touch of cold coma victims, foetal distress, stillbirth. This is a mind robbed of thought, like a body robbed of soul; a puppet with it’s strings cut. Remiel knows better though, Remiel remembers when Chronos was puppet and pet to no one; not even their father. Slowly, softly; he begins to speak.
He should not be here, and the Prisoner knows not how he has come to be here, but he hears the voice of his stranger-brother and he listens.

“Brother…What has become of you? Slave and soulless thrall to a woman, to your own former apprentice. What became of Chronos, Scourge of Worlds? Black lord of Sith art and sorcery? Are you so reduced as to languish here…Alone? Forever? That shall never be your fate” A hand lays itself upon a motionless head, brushing dirty strands of hair from a dusty forehead. There is life there, within broken armour and atrophied muscle. There is potential.

Lips brush his forehead in tender stroke, chaste token of sibling affection as the proud Emperor rises, regarding the shattered being before him. Few have seen the Lord and Scion of Chaos show emotion, but his devotion and his loyalties are clear; though he is named as Kinslayer for his transgressions against his father; he values his Primarch siblings, he feels love and sorrow even for this; the fallen one.

“It’s time to wake up”

And in that instant he fades, form falling into warpflame, tongues of fire alighting upon ethereal winds, leaving nothing but whispered incantation, a softly seductive tapestry of spellwork.

They appeared like phantasms, half-corporeal figures, dark spectres alive with the force and the fel fury of the warp; crackling and hissing and speaking in mixed, maddened, broken tongues.
Parts, Aspects...

He begins to remember.

It was with some surprise to Admiral Kines when his adjutant interrupted his meditation time with some disturbing news. “Admiral, we’re unsure of their intentions, but as of 0900 hours large armadas of ships under the markings of Mini Miehm have appeared on the fringes of New Thrashian space,” the lieutenant reported.

The Thrashian home, already on high alert from war with TCG, went into formation immediately. The core of the Thrashian Fleet, 600 Star Destroyers, most crewed and commanded by veterans of the last great battle two decades past, steeled to fight against greater odds awaited. At their center was the Epion, the large 600 km diameter super station that acted as the mobile command center of the entire fleet.

Admiral Kines ran into his command center on the Epion. It was a large room with several banks of computer stations as well as a large holographic tactical screen on the far side wall dominated the room. “Report!” Kines called, he rushed down the step-aisle and made it down to his command chair station.

A young adjutant saluted. “Sir, as you were briefed, a large force of Mini Miehm has arrived on the fringes of our space. As of thus far, they have made no transmissions and no signs of doing anything besides sitting there.”

“How did they get hear?” asked Kines, the obvious question and one that seemed equally as obvious to the answer. The young lieutenant did flinch away from answering however.

“One of our Section II operatives brought in a report several days ago that a large Parliminian vessel suffered a massive power surge. According to the magnitude of it, the sensors reported that it was enough to make the ship go unpowered for several hours. However this beam of energy was displaced through a comm dish. Our analysts are still looking through the details to see the possibility, but it seems that in all likely-hood, sir, that we’ve been ratted out,” the lieutenant said. His voice was tightly under control and only his eyes showed anger. Kines had to hand it to his young aide. He nodded.

“Just as I surmised…have you informed the Emperor?”

“Yes sir, I have. He already has issued a proclamation of evacuation. All citizens within the New Thrashia are to leave the system. Right now our major Guild high liners, all 200, have been loading on hundreds of thousands of citizens. The first group has already left, and I guess we can thank the Emperor that he installed the emergency measures,” reported the lieutenant.

“Well since last time we fought an enemy in our own home system they rammed their ships into our home world and set loose a virus, caution is only acceptable,” remarked Kines. “Has Vice Admiral Varus reported in?” Kines asked.

Varus was the appointed commander of all orbital military installations. This included four Golan III battle stations, several Thrashian made orbital Mega-cannons (basically a very large rail gun), and the small but effective corp. of Battle Spheres (300m diameter spheres armed with a large supply of missiles) numbering some 80. While Thrashia had once been defended by a large mine fields to protect the outreaches of her space, the Guild had not been recommissioned to repeat the process. The tactics that were learned from the last great battle had shown Thrashian commanders that such a static defense could easily be circumvented.

The lieutenant nodded. “Yes sir, Varus reports that his forces are being brought to the fore. All of the Golan IIIs are already making headway here to take up positions near the Epion.”

Kines stared at the tactical hologram. Four great dots moved toward the epicenter that marked the Epion.

“Very good…how about the Specials? That blasted Colonel Barten who is supposedly commander of the Moon Base?” asked Kines, he tried to keep the distaste from his voice.

The lieutenant smirked. “Colonel Barten and his men have not reported in to us sir. Though I have seen several of their bulk transports setting up near our right flank, here.” He indicated a spot to the far side of the 3rd planet in the New Thrashian system. “From the looks of it, Colonel Barten has about 4,000 of his…contraptions under his command. Commander Kushrenada apparently gave him more men.”

Kines nodded. He would need the Specials support if it came to a fight.

“I think it’s time we sent them a greeting call, to ask what it is they are selling. Who knows? Maybe they’re selling girl-scout cookies, I’ve heard their military is in need of funding,” said Kines. Several nearby officers and most of those within earshot laughed aloud.

A comms tech looked up from his station. “Transmission line open sir.”

Kines nodded. “Attention to the commanding officer of the Mini Miehm forces, this is Admiral Kines, commanding officer of the Thrashian Home Fleet. You are asked to identify your purpose in being here, and then explain why. If you do not, I will be forced to ask you to leave.”

It was with some surprise to Admiral Kines when his adjutant interrupted his meditation time with some disturbing news. “Admiral, we’re unsure of their intentions, but as of 0900 hours large armadas of ships under the markings of Mini Miehm have appeared on the fringes of New Thrashian space,” the lieutenant reported.

The Thrashian home, already on high alert from war with TCG, went into formation immediately. The core of the Thrashian Fleet, 600 Star Destroyers, most crewed and commanded by veterans of the last great battle two decades past, steeled to fight against greater odds awaited. At their center was the Epion, the large 600 km diameter super station that acted as the mobile command center of the entire fleet.

Admiral Kines ran into his command center on the Epion. It was a large room with several banks of computer stations as well as a large holographic tactical screen on the far side wall dominated the room. “Report!” Kines called, he rushed down the step-aisle and made it down to his command chair station.

A young adjutant saluted. “Sir, as you were briefed, a large force of Mini Miehm has arrived on the fringes of our space. As of thus far, they have made no transmissions and no signs of doing anything besides sitting there.”

“How did they get hear?” asked Kines, the obvious question and one that seemed equally as obvious to the answer. The young lieutenant did flinch away from answering however.

“One of our Section II operatives brought in a report several days ago that a large Parliminian vessel suffered a massive power surge. According to the magnitude of it, the sensors reported that it was enough to make the ship go unpowered for several hours. However this beam of energy was displaced through a comm dish. Our analysts are still looking through the details to see the possibility, but it seems that in all likely-hood, sir, that we’ve been ratted out,” the lieutenant said. His voice was tightly under control and only his eyes showed anger. Kines had to hand it to his young aide. He nodded.

“Just as I surmised…have you informed the Emperor?”

“Yes sir, I have. He already has issued a proclamation of evacuation. All citizens within the New Thrashia are to leave the system. Right now our major Guild high liners, all 200, have been loading on hundreds of thousands of citizens. The first group has already left, and I guess we can thank the Emperor that he installed the emergency measures,” reported the lieutenant.

“Well since last time we fought an enemy in our own home system they rammed their ships into our home world and set loose a virus, caution is only acceptable,” remarked Kines. “Has Vice Admiral Varus reported in?” Kines asked.

Varus was the appointed commander of all orbital military installations. This included four Golan III battle stations, several Thrashian made orbital Mega-cannons (basically a very large rail gun), and the small but effective corp. of Battle Spheres (300m diameter spheres armed with a large supply of missiles) numbering some 80. While Thrashia had once been defended by a large mine fields to protect the outreaches of her space, the Guild had not been recommissioned to repeat the process. The tactics that were learned from the last great battle had shown Thrashian commanders that such a static defense could easily be circumvented.

The lieutenant nodded. “Yes sir, Varus reports that his forces are being brought to the fore. All of the Golan IIIs are already making headway here to take up positions near the Epion.”

Kines stared at the tactical hologram. Four great dots moved toward the epicenter that marked the Epion.

“Very good…how about the Specials? That blasted Colonel Barten who is supposedly commander of the Moon Base?” asked Kines, he tried to keep the distaste from his voice.

The lieutenant smirked. “Colonel Barten and his men have not reported in to us sir. Though I have seen several of their bulk transports setting up near our right flank, here.” He indicated a spot to the far side of the 3rd planet in the New Thrashian system. “From the looks of it, Colonel Barten has about 4,000 of his…contraptions under his command. Commander Kushrenada apparently gave him more men.”

Kines nodded. He would need the Specials support if it came to a fight.

“I think it’s time we sent them a greeting call, to ask what it is they are selling. Who knows? Maybe they’re selling girl-scout cookies, I’ve heard their military is in need of funding,” said Kines. Several nearby officers and most of those within earshot laughed aloud.

A comms tech looked up from his station. “Transmission line open sir.”

Kines nodded. “Attention to the commanding officer of the Mini Miehm forces, this is Admiral Kines, commanding officer of the Thrashian Home Fleet. You are asked to identify your purpose in being here, and then explain why. If you do not, I will be forced to ask you to leave.”

The Miehmish ships made no reply, simply moving deeper into the system. Whatever the Thrashians thought, there would be no transmissions until the Admiral said it was necessary. And as of yet, it wasn't necessary. They simply kept rolling pods, preparing their missile armament for the battle ahead.

The Dark Lady muses over the battles raging in the galaxy, preparing to ship off to Coruscant to aid in the strategic planning when she sensed a distinct disturbance in the Force, one of utmost importance. It came from the 'statesroom' that Chronos, her former lover and Master, had been given for himself. Frowning, she decided to investigate, ordering the fleet overhead to wait for her...

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Meanwhile, on the Light Side...

OOC: Sorry for not Posting, The Forum was Acting up on Me, TCG will post Soon.

SecertIC: Rio de Janeiro, Hatarian Brazil.

The Port was alive with War Ships as a Invasion Fleet was Massing, readly for Operation: Venom. a Attack on Coredia it self. If it worked, then the enemy, Both GE and The Alliance of Freedom would have to sue for peace on Hatarian Terms.

They also had a Gift from their Allies, The Cassiopeians, 7 AT-AT Walkers which Serena named "Nadia Force" After her Friend, General Nadia.

The 13th Fleet ("Nadia's revenge" as named by The Sailors.)

6 Black Lady Class Air Craft Carriers (With 56 RAGI-17 Fighter/Bombers and 49 Typhoon Intercepters on Each Ship)
4 Oni Class Helicopter Carriers (with 67 Cobrahawk Attack Helicopters in each Ship)
23 Empire Class Destroyers
56 Landing Craft Rocket (LCTRs)
34 Landing Ship Tanks
34 Wasp-class amphibious assault ships
4 Black Dragon Class Grand Battleships
23 Asakura Class Curisers.
46 Landing Craft Air Cushions (LCACs)
23 Tangalee Class Attack Subs
5 Angel Class hosptal Ships
45 Deep Blue Class Troop Carriers

122 Divisions with 23,000 Imperial Marines, 451 CT-24 Main Battle Tanks, 100 YHU-123 Armored troop transports, 23 moblie Missile Launchers. 123 GT-77 Light Battle Tanks. and 234 RM-17 Main Battle tanks in each Division.

7 AT-ATs

The Fleet soon headed out to Open Waters

A pair of spy satellites thousands of miles above the Earth made note of an interesting turn of events at the southern hemisphere of the world. A fleet moves out from the location of former Brazil, moving slowly north. The spy satellites take pictures of the fleet, beaming them down to their masters at Coredia. Masters who would know exactly what to do about this fleet...

4-star Admiral Gavin Easton was alerted to the intrusion by Hatarian forces by his aides and moved to the warroom to prepare for a battle. "Oh, for cryin' out loud! They must want to come back for more! What's the situation on our Golan III cannons?"

"Sir, they're about 60% repaired from the war with Evil Woody Thoughts. Unfortunately, none of them are in a position to strike the enemy."

"When will you have a solution?"

"Uh, we can move this Pacific one, #10 but it'll be a few hours before it's in position."

Great. More waiting. "Very well. Let me know when that one moves over Central America."

"Yes sir."

The Admiral sat in his command chair and began typing a notice to the Governor and to the Council...

Listen.

From a distance there comes a pounding, a hammering. Rage against metal, malice pitted against reality. They come running, as though answering to the call, not prepared, not ready for all that awaits. The door and its locks buckle under insidious power, energy that crackles and hisses and leaps about the gaps around the doorway, an untamed fury pouring forth in nigh unstoppable deluge. The Stormtroopers ready themselves, hands tightening around blasters in nervous duty.

The fabric of the thing seems to weaken, decay wrought upon its workings by a power few could comprehend, and that power has a source, a fuel, a drive. Madness drives it, hatred and pain and anguish. Borne for years and years still breaking and destruction. Release at last. Regression to a grander plan, a greater form.

It flies forward, the steaming ruin, the gate of his gaol, door of his cage; eyes do not exist there are only pools of limitless power; to look into them is to glimpse voids beyond and the hearts of suns, the agonies of the warp and the ecstacies of all the embraces of dark Chaos. he is armed once more with his weapons; the sabre he himself crafted and the modified weapon of fallen Soloran; each blade seething in sanguine rage.

NUMONICA, Miehmish Territory:

There was still a significant Miehmish presence from the previous Coredian war, now it would move again. Stingships, faster, smaller, more heavily armed, and better armored than modern fighters, Skimmers, light transports, carrying just a squad of Marines, but armed with decent weapons. That was what screamed out across the ocean towards the moving Hatarian Fleet. Allies of the Cassieopieans, they were enemies of the Empire, and that put the Coredians on their side once again.

As the Stingships roared out towards the Hatarian Fleet they knew they had the range on them, and they let loose nearly 600 kilometers away from the Hatarians, taking guidance from satelites in orbit they ripped out fire towards the Carriers, knowing that the only really effective weapons the enemy had against them would be their fighters. The Skimmers were avoiding the fleet altogether, running for the Coredian coastline to set up a defensive position. They didn't have the ACS this time, and even the Marines in their lighter and more short-legged powered armor would be hard pressed to stop the enemy. Bullets and other "light" weapons would simply bounce off of even the lightest Chameleon Suits and kinetic reactive armor. Tank shells would have trouble with the heavier armor of the Powered Suits, and the ATs would be cold meat against their heavy Plasma Cannon.

ic> Following the Miehmish fleet in were the less expected guests; a large grouping of Great Forge Naval units. Gronde ships were considered some of the most powerful in the known universe. They also took a long time to build, so they were often seen in smaller numbers as a general rule. A grouping of this size hadn't been seen in a long time. It was an organized naval unit, consisting of 4 smaller parts.

ooc> Fleet listing:


Command Grouping:

1 Desolator Class Juggernaut
2 Titan Class Battle Barges
3 Apocalypse Class Battleships
4 Empire Class Lance Battleships
4 Leviathan Class Dreadnoughts

6 Empire Class Battle Cruisers
8 Retribution Class Cruisers
12 Vengeance Class Cruisers

22 Hunter Destroyers
18 Nova Class Super Frigates

30 Paranna Class Corvettes
10 Gronde Class Torpedo Frigates
20 Gronde Class Missile Frigates
20 Sword Class Gun ships
40 Cobra Class Patrol Ships


Tactical Grouping:

2 Titan Class Battle Barges
2 Apocalypse Class Battleships
4 Empire Class Lance Battleships
3 Leviathan Class Dreadnoughts
3 Behemoth Class Carriers

6 Empire Class Battle Cruisers
10 Retribution Class Cruisers
10 Vengeance Class Cruisers

24 Hunter Destroyers
16 Nova Class Super Frigates

30 Paranna Class Corvettes
10 Gronde Class Torpedo Frigates
20 Gronde Class Missile Frigates
20 Sword Class Gunships
40 Cobra Class Patrol Ships


Carrier Grouping:

4 Titan Class Battlebarges
10 Behemoth Class Carriers

20 Cruiser-Carriers
2 Empire Class Battlecruisers
4 Retribution Class Cruisers

15 Light Carriers
15 Hunter Destroyers
10 Nova Class Super Frigates

20 Paranna Class Corvettes
15 Gronde Class Torpedo Frigates
25 Gronde Class Missile Frigates
20 Sword Class Gun ships
40 Cobra Class Patrol Ships


Assault Grouping:

2 Titan Class Battle Barges
2 Apocalypse Class Battleships
2 Empire Class Lance Battleships
8 Leviathan Class Dreadnoughts

6 Empire Class Battle Cruisers
6 Retribution Class Cruisers
14 Vengeance Class Cruisers

16 Hunter Destroyers
24 Nova Class Super Frigates

15 Paranna Class Corvettes
35 Gronde Class Torpedo Frigates
15 Gronde Class Missile Frigates
15 Sword Class Gun ships
40 Cobra Class Patrol Ships



Light Capital Ships: http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=272

Medium Capital Ships:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=274

Super Capital Ships:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=266

Info on Retribution Cruiser:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=1083

Info on Apocalypse Battleship:

http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=1381

My basic info for my naval weapons:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=2292&st=0

I'll post the information on my fighters, space class mechs, and other random bits once I'm not too lazy to post what of said items is in the fleet. More to come soon.

Listen.

From a distance there comes a pounding, a hammering. Rage against metal, malice pitted against reality. They come running, as though answering to the call, not prepared, not ready for all that awaits. The door and its locks buckle under insidious power, energy that crackles and hisses and leaps about the gaps around the doorway, an untamed fury pouring forth in nigh unstoppable deluge. The Stormtroopers ready themselves, hands tightening around blasters in nervous duty.

The fabric of the thing seems to weaken, decay wrought upon its workings by a power few could comprehend, and that power has a source, a fuel, a drive. Madness drives it, hatred and pain and anguish. Borne for years and years still breaking and destruction. Release at last. Regression to a grander plan, a greater form.

It flies forward, the steaming ruin, the gate of his gaol, door of his cage; eyes do not exist there are only pools of limitless power; to look into them is to glimpse voids beyond and the hearts of suns, the agonies of the warp and the ecstacies of all the embraces of dark Chaos. he is armed once more with his weapons; the sabre he himself crafted and the modified weapon of fallen Soloran; each blade seething in sanguine rage.
I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance! Nightshade growled, her growing fury beginning to fuel her for the battle sure to come ahead. But no mattrer. I shall destroy him this time...

OOC:Thrashia, Do you have MSN Messenger?

Meanwhile, on the Light Side...



A pair of spy satellites thousands of miles above the Earth made note of an interesting turn of events at the southern hemisphere of the world. A fleet moves out from the location of former Brazil, moving slowly north. The spy satellites take pictures of the fleet, beaming them down to their masters at Coredia. Masters who would know exactly what to do about this fleet...

4-star Admiral Gavin Easton was alerted to the intrusion by Hatarian forces by his aides and moved to the warroom to prepare for a battle. "Oh, for cryin' out loud! They must want to come back for more! What's the situation on our Golan III cannons?"

"Sir, they're about 60% repaired from the war with Evil Woody Thoughts. Unfortunately, none of them are in a position to strike the enemy."

"When will you have a solution?"

"Uh, we can move this Pacific one, #10 but it'll be a few hours before it's in position."

Great. More waiting. "Very well. Let me know when that one moves over Central America."

"Yes sir."

The Admiral sat in his command chair and began typing a notice to the Governor and to the Council...

the Hatarians had their Own War Satellites in Orbit and they were soon sent to Destroy The enemy Sats. 23 Space rusher Anti Satellite Missiles weer ready at Cuba when The enemy Sat would be over central America

Hatarian Spain.

another War Fleet was soon heading for Coredia to hit The Mon Cal islands, and try to Force the enemy to send their Fleet. This was not to be a Landing and Invasion. it was to be a Air Attack and naval Attack against The main enemy Fleet

the 12th Fleet

4 Imperium Class Air Craft Carriers (with 67 TAI-18 Fighter Bombers on each Ship[/i]
12 Empress Serena Class Light Battleships
one Neherenia Class Grand Battleship
6 Sharktooth Class Battleships
23 Republic Class Destroyers
34 Sea Wolf Class Submarine
1 Angel Class Hospital Ship

The Fleet soon headed for the enemy

OOC: What's the status of the Geonosian war front? I never did catch on what happened there. If I recall, someone was attacking and another guy responded. I have a fleet going there, and a fleet stationed in Kuat.

CoreWorlds, I'm waiting for you to respond to Aelikes.

IC: The Kirtir (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10694666&postcount=37) jumped from hyperspace and arrived into the Geonosis system. Shamman was unfamiliar with the new Kirtir Marauder vessels, as it is he used to have a Corellian YT-1300 before hand when he, Aelikes, and Nightshade raided the Chronoskimmer headquarters. Damn nearly one too. His droid, HK-59, was still here.

"Statement: We're here master. The Geonosis system. Ahh.... I feel right at home."

" 'Course you do. This is the birth place of the CIS droids. We could be hitting the Kamino system instead."

"Rejection: Hmph. Better here than on that meatbag world. I never did like those Kaminoians.... Disgusting creatures. Why they created meatbags instead of clones is a complete mistery to me."

"Keep her steady '59 while I pack," Shamman got up from his command seat and slowly got to the back of his ship. He gathered a hand full of unactivated Light Shuriken's (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/Huntaer/Lightsabers/lightshurikencopy.jpg), two lightsabers, and a Light Whip. He then stuffed the Shuriken's into his pockets and hung the lightsabers in his hip. The whip, he placed in a secret container inside HK-59. In case they got captured by any Cassiopeans. Rumor had it, they began to reactivate the droid facilities. At least, that's what Aelikes thought would happen when the Cassiopeans invaded Geonosis.

Shamman quickly got back to his command seat, and activated the communication's device.


Master, I've arrived at Geonosis.

OOC: What's the status of the Geonosian war front? I never did catch on what happened there. If I recall, someone was attacking and another guy responded. I have a fleet going there, and a fleet stationed in Kuat.

CoreWorlds, I'm waiting for you to respond to Aelikes.



OOC: I don't Know what is going on, all I know is that this guy named Khurgan Just Showed up out of nowhere and Attacked TCG's fleet, now saying he Showed up with out RPing his Fleet at his Home world is just Plan God Mod by the looks of it.

OOC: I don't Know what is going on, all I know is that this guy named Khurgan Just Showed up out of nowhere and Attacked TCG's fleet, now saying he Showed up with out RPing his Fleet at his Home world is just Plan God Mod by the looks of it.

OOC: Well, he hasn't responded..... Yet. Technically, you don't have to Rp a fleet leaving their home world. People generaly assume they left from their homeworld. Or, they could come from previous positions, like mine. I had a fleet at Kuat while I still held a position on the Galactic Empire throne. Still do.

OOC: Well, he hasn't responded..... Yet.

OOC: Khurgan is not online at all. I'll whack him when next he appears, ahright boys? and can we keep the OOC to the signup thread?

OOC: Khurgan is not online at all. I'll whack him when next he appears, ahright boys? and can we keep the OOC to the signup thread?

OOC: 'k. Last OOC Comment. Oh, and when he comes back on line (if he does) give him a swift kick in the nads.

OOC: I'm online, just not signed into MSN at the moment. "Do not disturb" and all that jazz. As for my fleet, 1) I'm a member of the GE, and thus I'd most likely aid in the defense of any world, 2) I knew you were coming a few years back (NS time, of course), so I had plenty of time to get a fleet out there, and 3) why would I need to RP having been at my homeworld anyway?

OOC: Khurgan, what MM said. Let's keep chatter down and fighting up.

IC:
Shamman piloted his ship to the planet's surfface. He activated his cloaking systems, and continued to pilot his ship through the planet's surfface.

"Observation: We're entering the planet's atmosphere now master. Prepairing landing platforms."

"HK keep the chatter down, and go in as slow as possible. Molassis slow. We don't want to risk detection. I feel a disturbance in this area. Something is definatly going on. I'm going to see if I can use the force to help avoid detection," Shamman let go of his controles and closed his eyes. He focused the Dark Side around the ship causing any dust, and debree in the air to form around the ship. Hopefully, all the Cassiopeans will detect is a commit hitting the ground of Geonosis.

OOC: Khurgan, what MM said. Let's keep chatter down and fighting up.
OOC: Well, I would, but I'm kind of waiting for someone to take some hits...

Oh, and I put up an OOC thread. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10751704#post10751704) Enjoy.

The fleet above Earth matched orbits with the Coredian Spy Satellites and waited for the Hatarians to attempt to shoot. If the Hatarians had a brain, they'd know that firing at that time would give a justifiable excuse to declare war and deploy ground forces.

How the Hatarians found out about the Spy Satellites, nobody knew.

PROHT Department of External Affiars (DEA) New Roanoke Island Naval Base
Noted mounting hostilities from a nation that until recently, had been at uneasy peace with PROHT, The Imperial Republic of Hataria.

They noted their sattalites attacking other satalites, one of which, ironicly, was one of PROHT's own aging anti-satalite systems, triggering a chain of self defense protocals. In an attempt to keep the peace, the DEA belayed all further aggression by the satalites, and asked the IRH what they where doing when they triggered of their own automated defense systems.

Afterwards, one of the HTDS-1s glimpsed Rio de Janeiro, Hatarian Brazil, and a mass of IRH ships, another due to an earlier malfunction (PROHT can't fix their satalites) was pointin away from Earth, and glimpsed something in a higher orbit, and activated seek and destroy subroutines, and sprayed the entire satalite in day glow green paint.

PROHT Mainsteam Intellegence Agency (MIA) [Propoganda ministry]
Announced that a minor incident has occured in space, and that all people shall not be alarmed, but ever vigilant for whatever may happen next.

New Roanoke Island Naval Base
Task Forces 1, 3, and 5 where scambled out of their docks, along with the HTS Independance and the newly commisioned Hiragi class Heavy cruisers, built with the aid of a new benefactor during a highly lucrative Foriegn Aid Package deal and joint treaty.

F-4 Phantom IIs (modified a little locally) where sent into the air, FMX-6B CAS planes where sent to FOBs, their blimps went out to sea, and the PROHT Air PDE-1 jets where commandeered form civillians as they landed, and armed with their deadly wartime weapons loads.

OOC
[Average loadout of HTDS-1 Defense Satalite Mark 1]
Four 6" Artillery rockets
2 Paint Cans
High Frequncy RADAR/Jammer/Microwave emitter (best at first,worst at last)
Itself (propelled by ion rockets and in emergency, paint cans)
Mass: 1,000 Kg
Sensors: IR, RADAR, HF radio/DF, Visual.
Orbit: Low Polar orbit

Havana, Hatarian Cuba.

a third Fleet was soon sailing out to the War, the Target: Bermuda. a Strike against CoreWorlds own Colony might cause them to think twice before trying to make war on The Hatarian's Allies.

The Fleet.

3 Golden Queen Galaxia Class Air Craft Carriers (with 78 Sivik-84 Strikers on each Ship)
12 Black Dragon Class Grand Battleships
20 Dead Moon Class cruisers
120 Landing Craft Air Cushions (LCACs)
10 Republic Class Destroyers
20 Pacifica Class Destroyers
90 Grand Line Class troop Carriers

The Ground Force

230,000 Imperial Marines
812 CT-24 Main Battle Tanks
123 YHU-89 Armored troop Carriers
234 Howizer cannons
23,000 Motar Men.
234 Mobile Missile Launchers.

This Force soon headed off to the enemy Land.

To: Grand Moff Blathe
From: Darth Aelikes

I have sent in a fleet to help eradicate the pesky Cassiopean threat on Geonosis. I'm comming over to your office to discuss the war. I hope we can coordinate some attacks which will be beneficiary to the Empire, and trade intellegence from our Kirtir Spies. My apprentice, Warrior Shamman, is currently on a spying mission for the Empire. He's on his way to Geonosis before the fleet reaches him.

Aelikes, 2nd in command of Huntaer.

To: Darth Aelikes
From: Grand Moff Blathe

As luck will have it, Empress Nightshade is preparing to arrive in Coruscant as I speak to assist in the discussions. When she arrives, we can more fully talk of war against the Cassiopeians.


the Hatarians had their Own War Satellites in Orbit and they were soon sent to Destroy The enemy Sats. 23 Space rusher Anti Satellite Missiles weer ready at Cuba when The enemy Sat would be over central America
The Golan III station noticed the enemy's war satellites and its threat-matrix subroutines initiated the powerful turbolasers and proton missiles in preparation for combat. As soon as the enemy were targeted, turbolasers let loose with a silent roar, sending blue spears of death at the enemy. The ground controllers noted #10 in action and began to pull other combat satellites from their normal orbits to assist #10 in dealing with the Hatarian space defenses in preparation for what the distant Patriarch rhetorically ordered: full orbitial bombardment on Hatarian enemy units...

Havana, Hatarian Cuba.

a third Fleet was soon sailing out to the War, the Target: Bermuda. a Strike against CoreWorlds own Colony might cause them to think twice before trying to make war on The Hatarian's Allies.

The Fleet.

3 Golden Queen Galaxia Class Air Craft Carriers (with 78 Sivik-84 Strikers on each Ship)
12 Black Dragon Class Grand Battleships
20 Dead Moon Class cruisers
120 Landing Craft Air Cushions (LCACs)
10 Republic Class Destroyers
20 Pacifica Class Destroyers
90 Grand Line Class troop Carriers

The Ground Force

230,000 Imperial Marines
812 CT-24 Main Battle Tanks
123 YHU-89 Armored troop Carriers
234 Howizer cannons
23,000 Motar Men.
234 Mobile Missile Launchers.

This Force soon headed off to the enemy Land.
Somers Island Underwater Naval Base, Coredian Territory

Sonar bouys out in the open seas no sooner detected the presence of two-day-away enemy fleets than Bermuda's defense forces went to Red Alert and summoned Rear Admiral Eric Waltington to the control center inside the base.

"Report." The Admiral ordered in a crisp British-style accent as he entered the room to standing troops.

"Sir, we have a full battlefleet going through the Caribbean Sea detected by our SOSUS sensors. As far as we know, they appear to be Hatarian in origin."

"Great." The Admiral groaned. And we don't have the luxury of having the Jedi assist us this time. "Get word off to Core City of this. Prepare all base defenses and alert what ships we have to prepare to defend Bermuda."

"Yes, sir." The lieutenant (junior grade) nodded. "Uh, sir? That reminds me. We do have some useful weapons, custom-ordered from Godular."

"You mean the Krakens and Sea Stalkers?" The Admiral then smirked. Bermuda's defenses does include 50 Sea-Stalker Amphibious Warmechs and 1 Kraken Superheavy Amphibious Siege Warmech. They all look like giant squids at first, but with one main difference. The Sea Stalkers sport torpedo/missile tubes as well as light turbolaser cannons, not to mention the tentacles, and the Kraken is a one-unit seige warfare machine, sporting very heavy weapons and 8 bladed tentacles. They are sure to give truth to sailor superstitions.

"Very well. Deploy them immediately." The admiral ordered with glee. "Let's give the enemy something else to worry about."

Within a few moments, 25 squid-like mechs and one HUGE siegemech began floating out of the underwater base, heading deep into the oceans to await their prey.

Meanwhile, Coredia's other sea mechs and more ordinary mobile defenses were also being deployed at this moment. 5 Acclamators began flying towards Mon Cal in preparation to defend the islands while another 100 Sea Stalkers and 1 Kraken were deployed to deal with the enemy's 13th Fleet. If the enemy had any sense, they would turn around and go home...now.

The Miehmish ships made no reply, simply moving deeper into the system. Whatever the Thrashians thought, there would be no transmissions until the Admiral said it was necessary. And as of yet, it wasn't necessary. They simply kept rolling pods, preparing their missile armament for the battle ahead.


"Miehmian ships not retreating sir, nor are they replying to your message," reported a comms officer. The room became very still, not a single man moved. All the technicians and the army officers gathered looked at Admiral Kines. The admiral had his hands on the table and was leaning forward, his face hidden in shadow.

"Have all fighter squadrons been prepped and readied for launch?" he asked.

"Yes sir," replied the lieutenant.

"How soon until they come into range of our Star Destroyers?" he asked, still using the dead-tone of emotionless. The lieutenant checked with the tactical map.

"If they continue at their current speeds, our heavy turbolaser batteries will be in full range, within 12 minutes. Within 15 all weapons facilities will be in range. Within 20 all weapons platforms and orbital weaponry," sounded off the young lieutenant. "The MAGI have been running possible scenarios and thus far have designated several lead capital ships that could carry the commanding officer of the fleet. Balthazar and Casper both have readied the Epion's AI fighter corp as well."

Kines nodded. "Get me a transmission line, open to the entire fleet, and the enemy."

"Y-yes sir."


"Ships of Mini Miehm. You have violated Thrashian space, defied a peace treaty agreed upon by GE soveriegn, disregarded a viable alternative to entering this protected space, and all for what? As of right now you are declared pirates. You come arrayed for battle but do not understand your enemy. For we Thrashians have a proud history, we've stood faithfully beside our allies, defied our enemies, and we've never SURRENDERED! Our faith in our Emperor is absolute, and we will fight to the death."

Kines smashed his fist into the cut-off button and the transmission ended. He stood and breathed in deeply, then looked at his adjutant.

"All fighter squadrons to launch, concentrate on enemy fighter formations and small capital ships. Star Destroyer group Right, Center, and Left are to make thier formations."

"Sir, what about the Specials?" asked the Lieutenant. Kines looked at the tactical map.

"Leave them to their own devices," said Kines.

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Far side of New Thrashia

Emperor Shadaum IV, standing in his royal uniform, felt his age. He was 178, old beyond his years and that of normal men thanks to replacing his internal organs by other artificial ones. He was tired. But he couldn't give in to it, his people were in danger.

The first group of thirty Guild Highliners had already escaped into hyperspace, their destination, the hidden colony systems of Thrashia. The Clone Legions had seen to the clearing of cities upon the different planets, and it seemed as if most of the population would escape.

A officer walked forward. "Emperor, your shuttle is waiting for you. We've evacuated her Highness and your Son to a secret location. We are simply awaiting for you."

"No...I will be with my people...with my soldiers." Shadaumed turned to officer. "Major, prepared my personal ship."

"Yes sir!" the major saluted and then went off to order it done.

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Point 83901, Specials Forces location

Colonel Barten stood on the bridge of his personal Leviathan-class Dreadnought, the Magister, and watched as the Miehmian fleet continued forward. He had listened in on all the happenings, monitoring the transmission channels. He was even impressed with the Admiral Kines.

But the entire fleet was a misguided tool. Barten himself knew the Truth. His Excellency had shown it to him. Fighting as the nations did among the stars was useless. It accomplished nothing. But his Excellency had a true vision, an ideal, to fight for the Soldiers of the Future. Fight so they did not have to.

"Markus," said Colonel Barten. He turned to his friend and adjutant. "Are all mobile suits ready?"

"Yes sir, all Leo groups are deployed and I have seen to it that the mobile dolls are ready as well," said Captain Markus. "Lieutenant Spear wanted to know if he can get his Tallgeese platoon ready."

Barten smiled at the mention of Lieutenant Spear, one of the best mobile suit pilots within the Specials organization. Spear was the only recorded pilot able to take the Tallgeese to it's full speed capabilties, making him the fastest mobile suit ace in the galaxy.

"Yes, he can. Tell him for now to remain in the rear until I have a special mission for him. Once we designate the lead ship in that enemy formation I'll have him take care of it."

"Yes sir."

The entire Specials force was over 2,000 Taurus and Virgo mobile dolls. Then a core of 1,500 Specials pilots, using the Leo space types. All these suits backed by several hundred Knight Cruisers, and a dozen Dreadnoughts.

Transmission:

You arrogance knows no bounds. We did not even know you were here. Now sit back and be good boys while we find what we're looking for. We'll leave as soon as we have what we want, until then, do not bother us again. We are lookig for a pack of pirates, they led us here, they wouldn't happen to be associated with your fleet, would they?

The Miehmish fleet was still moving steadily into the system. They would be inside the enemies range for some time before they could fire, if the enemy was stupid enough to shoot first... It didn't matter that the "pirates" were complete fiction, it was a convenient way to stall.

OOC: I have really not been doing much in this thread...time for me to get involved actually. I'll need to catch up...

IC: From the outermost Amazonian worlds, a dispatch was sent via hyperchannels to the Chronosian and Miehmish nearest command centers that the Dominion comms could reach. The message was clear, the Dominion had cast their lot in with the GE. Now they wanted a piece of the action as well, to assist those the Amazonians would deem allies.

We understand the magnitude and prospects that the war at hand, spreading greatly, could have. The best chance at prosperity and stability for the Dominion lies with the forces of the GE. Therefore, we provide our battle forces and active military at the command of the GE, and request where we are needed most.

-Dominion Command

OOC: I have really not been doing much in this thread...time for me to get involved actually. I'll need to catch up...

IC: From the outermost Amazonian worlds, a dispatch was sent via hyperchannels to the Chronosian and Miehmish nearest command centers that the Dominion comms could reach. The message was clear, the Dominion had cast their lot in with the GE. Now they wanted a piece of the action as well, to assist those the Amazonians would deem allies.

Reply:

It would be our advice to send some portion of your fleet to Geonosis, at the main incursion. The rest would likely be best employed as quick reaction forces, scattered about the galaxy. Those are the oreders we recieved from the Empress for our excess forces.

The Dominion recieved word of the Miehmish response, for assistance at Geonosis. So be it, the fleet would be ready. A small scout squadron was prepped for hyper-route before the massive main fleet would head in. To determine the size of the enemy forces and what amount of forces to allocate, the Dominion scouts would quickly scan the area, report findings, and wait for the main force before engaging. Comprised of a Pinncale-class cruiser, two Nova-class frigates, and five Otari-class corvettes, the group was small and fast enough to avoid too much trouble.
From realspace, the ships heading off ignited their hyperengines, a brief moment of transfer to hyperspace, and they were gone, heading off through hyperspace's blue swirling void to Geonosis.

Transmission:

You arrogance knows no bounds. We did not even know you were here. Now sit back and be good boys while we find what we're looking for. We'll leave as soon as we have what we want, until then, do not bother us again. We are lookig for a pack of pirates, they led us here, they wouldn't happen to be associated with your fleet, would they?

The Miehmish fleet was still moving steadily into the system. They would be inside the enemies range for some time before they could fire, if the enemy was stupid enough to shoot first... It didn't matter that the "pirates" were complete fiction, it was a convenient way to stall.


Kines smirked. He pressed the transmission reply.

"Know such pirates exist and if they did, they would have been destroyed by our forces here. You sir, have alterior motives to this little 'pursuing the enemy' and are ordered to halt as of right now."

Kines turned to the technician standing by. "Operate the Epion main tractor projection cannon."


The Epion, containing the best and more powerful of new military technologies, was also host to a newer technology. Through an advance in tractor beam technology, Thrashian scientists found a way to extend a larger field of holding, making a large expansive field of tractor beam. It was first used to move large astroids or large fields of debry within space. Then through continued exploration of its uses, the Fleet High Command had seen fit to create the same and put it upon the Epion. And that, was the Tractor Beam Projection Field.


The tractor beam extened into the enemy fleet, through it's center, extending into a breadth of 100 kilometers wide and several hundred kilometers deep. All enemy ships within that area were virtually stopped on a dime.


"You sir, have been stopped via tractor projecting, with the majority of your ships. I ask you to halt now, and turn away. Or I will simply escort you from Thrashian space. Decide now."

Kines smirked. He pressed the transmission reply.

"Know such pirates exist and if they did, they would have been destroyed by our forces here. You sir, have alterior motives to this little 'pursuing the enemy' and are ordered to halt as of right now."

Kines turned to the technician standing by. "Operate the Epion main tractor projection cannon."


The Epion, containing the best and more powerful of new military technologies, was also host to a newer technology. Through an advance in tractor beam technology, Thrashian scientists found a way to extend a larger field of holding, making a large expansive field of tractor beam. It was first used to move large astroids or large fields of debry within space. Then through continued exploration of its uses, the Fleet High Command had seen fit to create the same and put it upon the Epion. And that, was the Tractor Beam Projection Field.


The tractor beam extened into the enemy fleet, through it's center, extending into a breadth of 100 kilometers wide and several hundred kilometers deep. All enemy ships within that area were virtually stopped on a dime.


"You sir, have been stopped via tractor projecting, with the majority of your ships. I ask you to halt now, and turn away. Or I will simply escort you from Thrashian space. Decide now."

OOC: You do not decide if my ships are stopped. I decide if my ships are stopped, now, just edit that out of your post and we can keep going.

IC:

The Miehmish ships didn't stop. There was too much mass contained in that fleet to simply stop them cold, they slowed down a bit, but they did not stop.

Transmission:

We have been scanning the signatures of the vessels in your fleet. There are 5 vessels that we can positively identify as being used in crimes against the Alliance. You will turn them over to us now, or there will be problems. You will also deactivate your "tractor beam". It is not doing you any good, and only serves to aggravate me.

The only thing they were waiting on would be the Imperial Fleet, as soon as they arrived it would be time to start the ball.

SIC Transmission Via Warp Relay:

Empress, we have located the Thrashians, they are attempting to halt our progress through non-violent means. Your arrival would be most appreciated. We need some way to push them over into hostilities, our simple presence as not been sufficient. Imperial Vessels will likely be necessary.

OOC: Thrashia, can you get on MSN? I have a plot that I'd like to interest you in before I dive in with Nightshade.

ooc: mass means very little in space, other than when it is measured against a planet's gravity or another mass within space. A tractor beam, or rather the projector, I have, is large enough to halt even a ssd. So, mini, you can stop or just wank this. I did not stop your entire fleet, I stopped the cente of your fleet. That I would guess, is about thirty to fourty ships. Not much for such a large pride.

ooc: mass means very little in space, other than when it is measured against a planet's gravity or another mass within space. A tractor beam, or rather the projector, I have, is large enough to halt even a ssd. So, mini, you can stop or just wank this. I did not stop your entire fleet, I stopped the cente of your fleet. That I would guess, is about thirty to fourty ships. Not much for such a large pride.

OOC: Not so. Mass affects acceleration. You have to apply OPPOSITE acceleration to stop the ships. The center of the fleet would be about 20 SD(p)s and some 20 more BCs. That's gonnas mass ALOT more than any one SSD. The SD(p)s alone would mass more than an SSD. I don't have to wank it, I have the laws of physics on my side.

ooc: I'm rather tired of this. First I have Parlim shooting me in the back (artisticly done I must say) and such, and now you want to come knocking on m door after a while just because your board. Well, physics aside, I just do not wish to argue. So, take it this way. Simply give in to the fact that a tractor beam can indeed stop your ships (this one powered by a large Death Star-sized reactor) and continue on with this; or I can just fire the ignore cannon and ignore this. You must remember that I was not spoken to in considering this...war...between us, if you can call a spell of boredom a war.

ooc: I'm rather tired of this. First I have Parlim shooting me in the back (artisticly done I must say) and such, and now you want to come knocking on m door after a while just because your board. Well, physics aside, I just do not wish to argue. So, take it this way. Simply give in to the fact that a tractor beam can indeed stop your ships (this one powered by a large Death Star-sized reactor) and continue on with this; or I can just fire the ignore cannon and ignore this. You must remember that I was not spoken to in considering this...war...between us, if you can call a spell of boredom a war.

OOC: You got lucky. Higher is calling this off.

IC:

The Miehmish fleet was still waiting dfor a reply from the Empress, giving them the go-ahead.

Empress, we have located the Thrashians, they are attempting to halt our progress through non-violent means. Your arrival would be most appreciated. We need some way to push them over into hostilities, our simple presence as not been sufficient. Imperial Vessels will likely be necessary.

A message was sent back to the fleet via the Relay, from the Empress herself.

Belay that. Much as I want to destroy them, I suggest we wait until the war with TCG is nearly over. Then we strike. We can't have two fronts with two different enemies going on at this time.

Meanwhile, the fleet that was slated to head to the enemy's homeworld was ordered to deploy...to Geonosis instead of New Thrashia Prime.

A message was sent back to the fleet via the Relay, from the Empress herself.



Meanwhile, the fleet that was slated to head to the enemy's homeworld was ordered to deploy...to Geonosis instead of New Thrashia Prime.

Reply:

Yes Mistress. We will act as though we have been called away. We know where they are now, we can return at any time.

IC:

The Miehmish fleet simply disappeared, taking their allies with them. They would leave a little present behind, the Jammer they had prepared would have effectively no signature, and seriously screw with any FTL translation after they left.

Admiral Kines smiled with relief when suddenly the rest of the Miehmian ships halted. "Turn off the Tractor Projector, now!" It was done so immeditely. They all watched as suddenly the enemy fleet broke off, and turned away, away from New Thrashia.

A cheer went up among the ensigns and techs sitting along their banks of computers. They all were celebrating. Even Kines's aides.

"All troops, stand down," ordered Kines. "The enemy is withdrawing."

Suddenly a comms officer stood. "Sir! The Emperor!"

"What?!"


The small superiority fighter that had been the Emperor's private one, was flying through the fleet ships when it suddenly exploded, its engines overloading.


"Sir! The Emperor...he's dead."

The 8th Fleet had been recalled by the Empress, but they still needed to kill something. TCG sounded good. They set a course, and trusted the Forge Naval Units to follow. Time to kill shit.

OoC: Trash- check TGs.

Over some time now, the Schnapsemarine had been undergoing a major reform, which shunted all the higglety-pigglety patrol, rapid response, and defence units into three large, mobile fleets. The two new ones were considerably smaller than the original, with only five cruisers each to First's eight (and Third Mobile had a mere BC for a flag), but they were good enough.

Third arrived at First's location near the Chronosian beach-head, dismissing the bigger fleet back to Boozia for rapid response, while Second warped into the Geonosis system. The newly promoted Fleet Admiral Keklen surveyed a tactical read-out.

"Send a message to all Imperial elements that we're with them. Then come straight in on the enemy down whatever attack vector looks least defended, torp salvo as usual, no offensive small craft action until we get in close, I want all available fighters right here. Get anything bigger than a destroyer between two ships, and give em the old fashioned broadside. All escorts, glode formation around the whole fleet. Let's make history, ladies and gentlemen."

There was an enthusiastic "Aye-aye, sir!" from the bridge crew, and the new fleet lept forward.

The eight-ship advance force hypered into the Geonosis system, fighters prepped and ready to go in the hanger bays. A comm was dispatched to the GE craft in the area that the Dominion fleet was on the way behind the advance force, an almost-true statement. A second comm was dispatched back to the fleet, notifying them of the situation and providing coordinates. With a second jump, the Dominion battlefleet hypered out of Amazonian space.
The commander of the naval armada en route, Lord Ragnos, one of the Amazonian Emperor's understudies, was already planning on schemes of attack with his admirals on board the Dominion flagship Virulent. The fighters and gunships, key elements of the Dominion fleet as always, were to be sent in first in attack waves, then bolstered by the mass of the larger capital ships. The fleet, amidst the depths of swirling hyperspace, were at levels approaching active combat status, crews dashing around to their positions, gunners loading up and activating targeting computers.

"Oh, the party just goes on and on. What the hell was TCG thinking!"
"We're registering landed craft, shall we send for the Heer?"
"Yeah, Fafner and his boys are still scratching their arses over Coruscant, lets give them something new to worry about."

SecertIC: In the Bio Weapons Labs of Hatarian South China, a New More deadly Form of The Ebola Virus, The Mongol Srain.

Twice as deadly as bird Flu and Three Times more Deadly then The IG Vrius. the Mongol Vrius was a Real Killer, makeing The Victims Bleed Black Blood from the Nose and Mouth and Start Cooking from The Inside Out with a 300* Fever, Death with in Two Days.

This was Part of Operation: Dark Death, The Plan to Use Bio Warfare on The Fedral Union, if The Operation worked, Most of TFU would Die, and Hataria had the only Cure for The Mongol Vrius.

45 Corgo Ships, Flying The Flag of Automagfreek soon sailed out of Tangalee, to Infect TFU.

Normal IC

The Hatarian Government soon started doing Flu Shots just in case of a Bird Flu Outbreak.

OOC:Bump
IC:Second Mobile continued its advance, and let loose a full torpedo salvo of 48 missiles in five clusters of six aimed at the larger ships, and nine pairs aimed at the escorts. The fleet's own escorts then formed into their squadrons and englobed the line-ships, three frigates to a cruiser and three destroyers for the battlecruisers and flagship. Then the handful of ships equipped with launch bays deployed their fighters, sending one to escort each torpedo and the remaining 148 to englobe the fleet.

The twin light cruisers, meanwhile, began to take aboard boats and marines from the bigger ships, then carefully cut their engines, and indeed, much of their reactor output and entered orbit around Geonosis, preping the boats to nip into the atmosphere and deploy marines in Valkyries.

On the edge of the system, a trio of transports warped in, carrying First Infantry Division, Alpha Corps, First Mobile Army, better known as "Mitters's Madmen".

Victory would be sweet.

OOC: SecertIC: In the Bio Weapons Labs of Hatarian South China, a New More deadly Form of The Ebola Virus, The Mongol Srain.

Twice as deadly as bird Flu and Three Times more Deadly then The IG Vrius. the Mongol Vrius was a Real Killer, makeing The Victims Bleed Black Blood from the Nose and Mouth and Start Cooking from The Inside Out with a 300* Fever, Death with in Two Days.

OOC: *Cough* *Hack* Sign up thread said no WMDs *Wheeze* *Gurgle*

OOC: Will Post about Geonosis Soon

Secert IC:

The ten Systems Region

45,000 Cobra Mk I Fighters and 5,000 Serpenet Heavy Bomber/Fighters were soon Massing over The desert World of Ramial. The Cobra MK I was State-of-The Art (For the Cassiopeians) Armed with Repeating Blaster Cannons and The Swarm Missiles, a New Anti-starfighter Missile that are Small and Swarms at the enemy fighter, Chaseing it. This Fighter would be going against the enemy Fighters.

The Serpenet Heavy Bomber/Fighter was Slow, thanks to Heavy Armor. But it's Defenses were Powerful Shields and Back and forward Blaster Cannons.

The Target of the fighters: Chronosia's Homeworld.

The Attacking Fighters soon Jumped into Hyper Space.

Chronosia Prime was the crown jewel of the Imperium; it's capital, the world which long ago Marcus De Drakan proclaimed as a New Terra; a cradle for Mankind to thrive and prosper in. Now, it is a vast and sprawling Daemonworld; a mighty fortress, defended by countless and numberless defence stations. It's sattelite; Chronosia Secundus is a Forgeworld; a moon become an immense forge and furnace, pouring forth weapons of war for the use of the Imperium.

Chronosian Secundus serves as the primary port for Battlefleet Chronosia; consisting of the entire fleet of the Nelo Angelus legion, as well as the Black Hand and Wolfbane legions. These fleets, equalling roughly 3000 in number and consisting of anything from Despoiler and Desolator Battleships to Idolator and Infidel Raiders. Amongst their number sat the Sword of Arioch itself; Flagship of the Emperor himself. All these, not to mention the immense lunar defence and planetary defence networks sat comfortably between the Cassiopeians and Chronosia Prime itself.

Of course, all this would matter later; for, with it's FTLi field initiated, Chronosia Prime would be more than safe, until the Cassiopeians managed to get from systems edge, to systems core.

Well. The Hatarians were feeling uppity were they? Time to show them what it meant to play with the big boys. 5 Miehmish ICM/AM Satelites were moved into position, relics from the Dominion they were, but they dropped Anti-Matter shells with a total yield of 120 MT. EACH. Sure, it was a cluster munition, and that 120MT was scatterd all over the place, but that was still alot of kaboom. And the reason they were using 5 of them? Well, just in case the Hatarians got lucky and took one or two of them out.

The Devices dropped from their racks. Whatever happened, the satelites were worthless now. As soon as they hit the middle atmosphere, they seperated, each one engaging its own AG drive to send it to its intended target within the pattern. There were 300 warheads, each with a 2 Megaton yield. If even half of them hit Hataria would be shattered, not even glass or sand, or even mildly molten stone would be left. Just one VERY large lava field...

Chronosia Prime was the crown jewel of the Imperium; it's capital, the world which long ago Marcus De Drakan proclaimed as a New Terra; a cradle for Mankind to thrive and prosper in. Now, it is a vast and sprawling Daemonworld; a mighty fortress, defended by countless and numberless defence stations. It's sattelite; Chronosia Secundus is a Forgeworld; a moon become an immense forge and furnace, pouring forth weapons of war for the use of the Imperium.

Chronosian Secundus serves as the primary port for Battlefleet Chronosia; consisting of the entire fleet of the Nelo Angelus legion, as well as the Black Hand and Wolfbane legions. These fleets, equalling roughly 3000 in number and consisting of anything from Despoiler and Desolator Battleships to Idolator and Infidel Raiders. Amongst their number sat the Sword of Arioch itself; Flagship of the Emperor himself. All these, not to mention the immense lunar defence and planetary defence networks sat comfortably between the Cassiopeians and Chronosia Prime itself.

Of course, all this would matter later; for, with it's FTLi field initiated, Chronosia Prime would be more than safe, until the Cassiopeians managed to get from systems edge, to systems core.


the Fighters were stopped at The edge of The FTLi Field and started useing Sensor Jammers to make sure they were not found. they also readied their Com Jammers, just incase a Fighter patrol found The raiders.

Commander Ria'kaan Mina'sond, a Female Shah'reek wasn't wroied about enemy fighters, she could Blast them out of Space. It was The Capital Ships she knew that would be The danger here. The Fighters would be no Match for a Chronosian Despoiler, The Shipyards of Tinia, the capital of The Ten Systems region, was building a New battle Ship to go against The enemy Capital Ships.

"Ok Guys" She said over a Shielded Com Channel, "Prepeare to enter The System, Sensor Jammers and Shields up at all times" "Roger!" they said as they entered The FTLi Field.

It was at this point that the Probability Nexus completed formation with the return of the constructor vessels and their re-insertion into the fleet.

Directly after their return, Six Heighliners emerged one after the other. Two of these Heighliners split up to attach themselves to the two Battlefleets, while the other four stayed off by themselves, waiting for some unknown command.

And after the Heighliners, came the first Kython Battleswarm.

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"Status report on the fighting?" Achaedus asked after pressing a special button on his headset.

"Hard to tell sir. Its like they all just stopped and decided to stare at the stars or something. The reinforcements have arrived, and right now we're just picking them off."

"What about the tinker toys?"

"Picking them off too. Its become something of a game to see how many of the little buggers we can snipe in a set amount of time."

"As long as it gets the job done."

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As Achaedus completed his work, the second half of the second battlefleet, now heavy one Heighliner, vanished into the night, rematerializing not at the edge of the system, but only three AU away from the world of Mali. The Heighliner immediately began dispersing its payload of black orbs punctuated by something new... the occasional strange blue glowing orb amidst the many thousands of black ones. Twice as large as their brethren, these strange pods crackled with electricity as they drifted through space.

The battlefleet itself with fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurious anger, opened fire on any and all defensive emplacements within range, having been given advance information on such issues by the scouting group...

It was at this point that the Probability Nexus completed formation with the return of the constructor vessels and their re-insertion into the fleet.

Directly after their return, Six Heighliners emerged one after the other. Two of these Heighliners split up to attach themselves to the two Battlefleets, while the other four stayed off by themselves, waiting for some unknown command.

And after the Heighliners, came the first Kython Battleswarm.

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"Status report on the fighting?" Achaedus asked after pressing a special button on his headset.

"Hard to tell sir. Its like they all just stopped and decided to stare at the stars or something. The reinforcements have arrived, and right now we're just picking them off."

"What about the tinker toys?"

"Picking them off too. Its become something of a game to see how many of the little buggers we can snipe in a set amount of time."

"As long as it gets the job done."

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As Achaedus completed his work, the second half of the second battlefleet, now heavy one Heighliner, vanished into the night, rematerializing not at the edge of the system, but only three AU away from the world of Mali. The Heighliner immediately began dispersing its payload of black orbs punctuated by something new... the occasional strange blue glowing orb amidst the many thousands of black ones. Twice as large as their brethren, these strange pods crackled with electricity as they drifted through space.

The battlefleet itself with fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurious anger, opened fire on any and all defensive emplacements within range, having been given advance information on such issues by the scouting group...

Darkkaan.

Over The City Planet was a odd ship, which looked like a Centarion Class Ultra Star Destroyer, but this was no Ship, but a Large Droid. The Cassiopeian's Superweapon Death Bloom

The Front end of The Ship soon started Opening up, hence the Name Death Bloom. The Front was where The Main Weapon was, a Laser powered by a Kyian Crystal. The Weapon opened up and started Powering up as a Wormhole opened up. The Wormhole led to the Godulan Fleet it self. Since Cassiopeian don't use Superweapons on Civilian Targets, The Cassiopeians decided to Use The Death Bloom on the enemy Fleet as a messenge to all nations who dared attack The Empire.

The Death Bloom soon Open Fire as a Large Green Beam fired into The Wormhole.

And as the weapon fired up, a single ship darted through. Wormholes being two-way conduits of course, the area around the wormhole was vacated with a swift series of Probability jumps, and the vessels formed up on both sides of the wormhole with the full intent to catch anything that dared come through with a blistering crossfire of Fractal Cannonfire.

Then the Voidshield sensors went off and the commander of the one ship decided to take the initiative and dart through. As soon as it went through however it was forced to pull up slightly...

"Holy shit! Proximity alert! Hard to port!"

Weapon fired. And another hole appeared directly in front of the Wormhole. Nice and black, it was perfectly innocent-looking in its appearance right up until the Superlaser came into contact with it. Whereupon the laser contacted the strange void, a great beam of radiation surged back towards the source of the laser blast. Normally not dangerous at greater ranges, the proximity between the void and the 'Death Bloom' would ensure that the radiation was strong enough to strip layers of hull armor away in short order.

Following this was a great wave of spatial distortion that radiated out from the now destabilized void towards the 'Death Bloom', capable of ripping and rending anything to pieces, including the Death Bloom itself, and the unfortunate Mako that now found itself in the path of the massive wave of pure destruction.

Before the Mako was torn to pieces, however, a single transmission went out through the wormhole...

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"What did he do that for? Laser would have hit the planet, there was no need for that."

"Sir! Incoming transmission!"

Achaedus raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Commander Rames' last coordinates and sensor information. Sir... that wormhole went straight to Darkaan."

Achaedus' eye was no longer raised, replaced at this point with a grin of utmost glee. "It appears that Commander Rames has rolled out the welcome mat. Prepare the Four Horsemen and the Kython Battlefleet. It would seem that the Cassiopeians have unwittingly given us the key to their apartment."

With time bought over Chronosia; the Plague fleet at Inbetween decided to make its move. Reinforcements roarted out of the warp; a further 2000 vessels; the vessels of the Blood Furies and Rabid Seraphim Space Marine legions; both loyal to the Blood God; to the eternal glory of Khorne. Each of the 3000 vessels readied, the Plague Marines safely back upon the vessels, save the casualties they had sustained, and roared into the warp; tearing an immense gouge in the fabric of reality; letting the fury of the Warp pour forth.

Their target was the Cassiopeian Capital; Darkkaan.

And nothing would stand in their way.

The Chronosian fleet had an ETA of several hours; they would arrive most probably after the Godulans; but when they did, they would reduce the Cassiopeians and all they possessed to Ashes.

At the edge of the Chronosia System, sensor arrays and observation stations had already observed the slow advance of the Cassiopeian fighters; a laughable effort that would afford them nothing in the way of defence. Sensors were jammed, but a rough area of disturbance and static denoted their position; combined with men using their eyes, rough trajectories could be plotted; as missles launched; pouring forth from the defence stations; cluster missles, some armed with fusion or graviton warheads; to tear into the enemy 'fleet' before it even came close to being a threat to the Imperium.

And as the weapon fired up, a single ship darted through. Wormholes being two-way conduits of course, the area around the wormhole was vacated with a swift series of Probability jumps, and the vessels formed up on both sides of the wormhole with the full intent to catch anything that dared come through with a blistering crossfire of Fractal Cannonfire.

Then the Voidshield sensors went off and the commander of the one ship decided to take the initiative and dart through. As soon as it went through however it was forced to pull up slightly...

"Holy shit! Proximity alert! Hard to port!"

Weapon fired. And another hole appeared directly in front of the Wormhole. Nice and black, it was perfectly innocent-looking in its appearance right up until the Superlaser came into contact with it. Whereupon the laser contacted the strange void, a great beam of radiation surged back towards the source of the laser blast. Normally not dangerous at greater ranges, the proximity between the void and the 'Death Bloom' would ensure that the radiation was strong enough to strip layers of hull armor away in short order.

Following this was a great wave of spatial distortion that radiated out from the now destabilized void towards the 'Death Bloom', capable of ripping and rending anything to pieces, including the Death Bloom itself, and the unfortunate Mako that now found itself in the path of the massive wave of pure destruction.

Before the Mako was torn to pieces, however, a single transmission went out through the wormhole...

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"What did he do that for? Laser would have hit the planet, there was no need for that."

"Sir! Incoming transmission!"

Achaedus raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Commander Rames' last coordinates and sensor information. Sir... that wormhole went straight to Darkaan."

Achaedus' eye was no longer raised, replaced at this point with a grin of utmost glee. "It appears that Commander Rames has rolled out the welcome mat. Prepare the Four Horsemen and the Kython Battlefleet. It would seem that the Cassiopeians have unwittingly given us the key to their apartment.


With time bought over Chronosia; the Plague fleet at Inbetween decided to make its move. Reinforcements roarted out of the warp; a further 2000 vessels; the vessels of the Blood Furies and Rabid Seraphim Space Marine legions; both loyal to the Blood God; to the eternal glory of Khorne. Each of the 3000 vessels readied, the Plague Marines safely back upon the vessels, save the casualties they had sustained, and roared into the warp; tearing an immense gouge in the fabric of reality; letting the fury of the Warp pour forth.

Their target was the Cassiopeian Capital; Darkkaan.

And nothing would stand in their way.

The Chronosian fleet had an ETA of several hours; they would arrive most probably after the Godulans; but when they did, they would reduce the Cassiopeians and all they possessed to Ashes.

At the edge of the Chronosia System, sensor arrays and observation stations had already observed the slow advance of the Cassiopeian fighters; a laughable effort that would afford them nothing in the way of defence. Sensors were jammed, but a rough area of disturbance and static denoted their position; combined with men using their eyes, rough trajectories could be plotted; as missles launched; pouring forth from the defence stations; cluster missles, some armed with fusion or graviton warheads; to tear into the enemy 'fleet' before it even came close to being a threat to the Imperium.

The Cassiopeians soon Shut The worm Hole Down, anything in that wormhole would be destroyed and gone. But they knew The Threat wasn't over, Chronosia could Attack at any Time, so the FTLi Field was Put up, Layers of Ftli Fields were the Only Thing against them other then the 4000 Ships and t670,000 Starfighters and The Ion Cannons and Turbolaser Battreies Protecting the Planet, along with 5,000,000 Imperal Troopers.

the enemy was in for a Fight.

OOC: The one mako still got through. So yer gonna haveta react to the 'Death Bloom' getting ripped ta pieces.

Third Mobile Fleet had been laying low in an untravelled void between Cassiopeian systems, waiting for the moment to strike, in co-ordination with the main GE attack.
An aide, wearing a dispatch case and sword hurried onto the strat-com bridge.
"Sirs, message from command, most likely transmitted around 45 minutes ago, we just recieved it out here. Apparently, the Chronosians have made their move, and something indeterminate and very wierd is happening with Godular. Now's the time?"
"Now's the time. Can we work out where Chronosia went?"
"Yessir, probably."
Admiral Dernels opened a line to the ships navigator.
"I want a course plottted to the target of the Chronosian fleet, most likely a target of massive strategic import, then all ships jump, send the target to First as well. Let's move."

The Mali fight was abandoned, with the five hundred ships Psychoporting directly into the fray between the other half of the involved battlefleet and the defensive fleet sent out after them. Waste was laid, and the remainder of the battlefleet returned to the beachhead.

Reinforcements continued to materialize through the nexus point, and the losses, token as they were, replenished almost immediately.

A third Godulan Battlefleet joined them, followed by more Kythons.

Coordinates were relayed as to the general area of the Cassiopeian throneworld. And all three battlefleets, the Four Horsemen, and a Kython Uberswarm numbering somewhere in the range of thirty-five hundred capital ships alone, began Probability jump calculations.

In a matter of hours, the hammer would fall.

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Word reached them eventually of the Chronosian advance. The Godulans would arrive only a short time before the Chaos hounds, and in what seemed to be an increasing trend, the two would be on the same side.

Third Mobile Fleet warped, and shortly after, First Mobile fleet began their own voyage to the same target, the transports of second army heading into the rift right on their heels. First Army, still at Coruscant, made the jump soon after. ETA was 45 minutes for Third, and thrice that for all other elements.

The Casseopian Fleet at Geonosis was crushed, the hulks of their vessels drifting through their void, crews taken captive to be sacrificed to the Gods of Chaos, to be Changed by the power of Chaos into cackling Firewyrms of Tzeentch, to be devoured by the Rhunate slavers moving like pirhanas through the Black.

Aboard his flagship, Lord Aduro snarled, smashing his mailed fist into the panel, sending sparks flying, twisting into draconic shapes at the whim of the psyker standing before them.

"This battle was too easy! Their vessels are weak, barely able to scratch our shields with their pathetic weapons. Bring me a worthy foe before you bring me forth next time, Helion!"

You shall do as you are told, Hellhound. There shall be more foes for you to slaughter, and you shall kill them as easily as you did these. Thus is the will of God.

The Primarch growled through his lupine mask, flames crackling around his form in displeasure. But this was indeed the Will of the Changer, or at least his Hand. And neither was to be disobeyed...

"It shall be as you say, my Father. The Casseopians will die in their homes, sacrifices to the Changer of the Ways, however unworthy they seem."

With that, he cut off the psychic link with the Tzaanlord, bringing his will to bear on the great Warp Cathedral, propelling the fleet into the Immaterium, to arrive in the Casseopians border systems within the hour.

Coredian Coast

The 13th Fleet was now near The enemy Coast and was now starting to Land Troops. The Ships Detected a odd thing (Most ikely a Whale) heading for them.

The Hatarians were soon landing, Thousands of Imperial Soldiers marching on to the Beach, some armed with Roket Launchers with Stinger Anti-Aircraft Missiles. They were Invadeing a enemy Nation in The First Hatarian Offenseive in The War.

The Commander, High Duke Misto Kanji looked at the Invasion from a CT-24 MBT he was In. "At last we shall show the World that Hataria is the true Power on the Planet!" He said.

The Target of The Invasion army was Coredia City, The enemy Capital.

Deep within T-Space several ships were silently moving. They numbered in the hundreds and seemed to be everywhere. The entire Imperial Fleets, Covert Fleets, and a couple of the Task Fleets were being mobilized. Hours before, orders were sent and the ships of the Empire jumped into action.

A dozen wormholes opened from different locations within the Milky Way deep within the Cassiopeian Galaxy. They were near the Throneworld, within 100 light years. The ships immediately Uplifted before anyone could detect them and each fleet began to move into position.

The 1st through 5th Imperial Fleets headed for the 5 closest systems to the TCG Thorneworld, Darkkan. The Covert Fleets would be setting up ambushes at Choke Points in the Hyperspace Routes leading from Darkkon to these systems. There was a number of ways to ambush the TCG convoys and they were sure to try each and every one that was available. There were two Task Forces left to begin assaulting the Darkkon System itself.



Imperial Covert Fleets:

The five fleets of ships carefully moved to the locations discovered after carefully going through the data in the captured Nav Computer. There were Choke Points in the Hyperspace Routes where it was easy to be sure the traffic would be traveling. They each had their orders to stop any ships passing through the Hyperspace Route and destroy them if they belonged to TCG.



Imperial Fleets:


As each fleet came near their target, they made sure they were hidden safely within T-Space where they would not be observed. Several Infiltrator Cruisers approached and monitored the system to figure out where emplacements and defending ships were situated. Once everything was in place, Operation Stranglehold was to begin.

The fleet would Emerge near the star of each system. They would then proceed to Uplift the Star into T-Space for ten seconds before returning it. A ship would then Emerge and broadcast a carefully timed message to the inhabited planets.

“Attention all Cassiopeian Personal”

“This is the Balrogga Empire. We have arrived to finish the G’Than’Dehr your leaders have forced us to place upon you. You will cooperate fully, or else…”

At this point, the light from the sun would stop. The planet would begin to cool slightly.

“We will remove your sun and leave you to freeze to death while your planet’s momentum flings you out into the cold depths of space……”

The message was silent until the sun returned.

“You will take out your outrage upon your government and their facilities. You will kill every leader you possess. You will not fire at any Imperial vessel. You will surrender.”

“IF you fail to do exactly as dictated, your entire world will be destroyed. You will end up murdering your own family to keep them from freezing to death. You will die yourself as your atmosphere solidifies and falls to the frozen ground.”

This takes place at each of the 5 systems.




Imperial Task Forces:


The Imperial Task Forces only approach the Darkkon system in T-Space. They observe the action within the system and monitor the ships and their actions, including the ones of their allies.

Coredian Coast

The 13th Fleet was now near The enemy Coast and was now starting to Land Troops. The Ships Detected a odd thing (Most ikely a Whale) heading for them.

The Hatarians were soon landing, Thousands of Imperial Soldiers marching on to the Beach, some armed with Roket Launchers with Stinger Anti-Aircraft Missiles. They were Invadeing a enemy Nation in The First Hatarian Offenseive in The War.

The Commander, High Duke Misto Kanji looked at the Invasion from a CT-24 MBT he was In. "At last we shall show the World that Hataria is the true Power on the Planet!" He said.

The Target of The Invasion army was Coredia City, The enemy Capital.
Unfortunately for the Hatarians, coming up from below the sea was a behemoth so large and monstrous that it defies comprehension. Tens-of-meters long barbed tentacles began lashing out at hapless ships, hoping to crush them like hapless tin cans, followed by a devastating volley of missiles and torpedoes from the undersea Sea Stalkers. Fifty of them, that is.

On the beachhead, civilians scrambled to either get out of the way or pack heat and pick off the enemy soldiers from hiding positions while the Army sets up assault positions to drive the enemy back into the sea. All types of weapons were thrown at the enemy, from blasters and turbolasers to beamcannons from LAATs and Artillery from SPHA-Ts to pulse laser cannons and armor-piercing missiles from the Army's newest equipment: Zoids! Replacements for the old AT units, Zoids are large, fluidly mechanical versions of various dangerous animals that pack kiloton-level weapons and shields designed to deal with anything the enemy can throw at them. So far, the following Zoids are used to push back the enemy while others lie in wait deeper in the nation:

Barigator: This little gator doesn't have much armor, but it does have weapons that more than make up for it. With dual laser cannons and general purpose missiles as well as powerful jaws, it's ability to ambush enemies in shallow water make it a fine new addition to the mechanized forces.

Crew: 1 pilot
Height: 4.4 meters
Length: 14.5 meters
Weight: 24.3 tons
Top Speed: 150 km/h
Weapons: Dual 20mm Beam Cannons, Quad General Purpose Missiles, Jaws
Special Abilities: Swimming

Guysack Scorpion: Hidden in the sand and loose dirt of the coast are antipersonell Zoids known as Guysacks. They are scorpions, capabile of burrowing under the sand to ambush the enemy. Their weapons are light, but perfect for killing enemy infantry units and light vehicle units.

Pilot: 1
Height: 4 meters
Length: 10 meters
Weight: 22 tons
Top Speed: 120 km/h
Weapons: Hardened Alloy Pincer Claws, AZ 30mm Beam Rifle, Twin Needleguns, Dual 10mm Cannons. (The beam rifle and 10mm cannons are mounted on the tail, the needleguns on the back)
Special Ability: Burrow

Aside from those two, there was several Triceratops units laying the smackdown on the enemy with turbolasers while being defended by heavy shields and Cannon Tortoises adding to the firepower with heavy (and I do mean heavy) shells. As an aside, there were also standard tank and artillery units to slow down the enemy for the more powerful forces to enter the area soon...

With the turn of events, The Cassiopeians decided that Their Bases in the Milky Way were not no longer safe. The Bases were soon being evacuated to the Ten Systems region, where they would help make a last stand for The Cassiopeian Empire.

And the Ten Systems was where The Cassiopeians were now seting up a defenseive against any enemy That was Dumb to try a Invasion of that Region of The Milky Way.

The Cassiopeians also left smoe Weapons at their Earth Base in Hataria for The Hatarians.

List of Cassiopeian Weapons and Troopers left in Hataria

45 Venator class Star Destroyers
34 Victory Class Star Destroyers
3 modified Lucrehulk-class Droid Control Ships
29 Acclamator I-class assault ships
3,000 TIE Intercepters
2,000 X-wings

902 AT-PT Walkers
234 All Terrain Recon Transports (AT-RTs)
645 AT-ATs
234 HAVw A6 Juggernauts
124 All Terrain Anti-Aircraft (AT-AAs)
234 T-47 airspeeders
123 All Terrain Advance Raiders (AT-ARs)
2 seismic tanks

230,000 Battle Droids
23,000 Super Destroyer Droids.

They had fallen; much to easily they had fallen. Corpses now, running blood pouring from their wounds, even as he rose, watching; eyes gleaming with raw power, alive with radience beyond the scope of anything he had achieved before. The Valley had shown him the way; and now such power flooded through his being, permeating the material plane with boundless, mindless agony and hate.

Chronos had been unleashed.

He turned now, his madness growing; his mind reeling with memory and pain; he stumbles, slamming his hand against a wall; a bitter gesture of his apathy. This gnosis comes at too high a price. Gods no...This is too much.

And then he beholds her. Snarling, hissing, spitting; he rises up, towering, armor gleaming with the raw discharge of his might. "You..." He grunts. "You did this to me, chained me; took my mind, my existence blighted by YOU! Children never to know a father because you value nothing but power...And what are you now? Queen of NOTHING! Why!?"

With the turn of events, The Cassiopeians decided that Their Bases in the Milky Way were not no longer safe. The Bases were soon being evacuated to the Ten Systems region, where they would help make a last stand for The Cassiopeian Empire.

And the Ten Systems was where The Cassiopeians were now seting up a defenseive against any enemy That was Dumb to try a Invasion of that Region of The Milky Way.

The Cassiopeians also left smoe Weapons at their Earth Base in Hataria for The Hatarians.

List of Cassiopeian Weapons and Troopers left in Hataria

45 Venator class Star Destroyers
34 Victory Class Star Destroyers
3 modified Lucrehulk-class Droid Control Ships
29 Acclamator I-class assault ships
3,000 TIE Intercepters
2,000 X-wings

902 AT-PT Walkers
234 All Terrain Recon Transports (AT-RTs)
645 AT-ATs
234 HAVw A6 Juggernauts
124 All Terrain Anti-Aircraft (AT-AAs)
234 T-47 airspeeders
123 All Terrain Advance Raiders (AT-ARs)
2 seismic tanks

230,000 Battle Droids
23,000 Super Destroyer Droids.


FDF Headquarters, New Union city Terran prime.

General Myers growled a bit a looked at the map “They are total idiots, moving every thing to the ten systems, and they think we are just going to sit here eh?, they think wrong, Tom get me the white house.”

Tom nodded tapping on a holographic panel in front of him, his hands moving along quickly.

Vice president Santiago, popped on to the screen, the older tanned skinned man with grey hair looked at the holo screen, he asked in a rather quick manner. “May I help you General?”

Myers blinked and asked with a hint of urgency “wares President bastidas sir? If you don’t mind me asking”
Santiago responded his hands moving up to the desk and cupping together , he started to speak “He’s on business with Chronosia at the moment, attending there conference, now what is it that’s so urgent?”

Myers started speaking right after Santiago “Sir we have an urgent situation With TCG… they in they’re infinite wisdom have deiced to invade the ten systems region, and I’m sure your familiar with that incident, that happened there a few years back, at any rate they are moving all bases and military equipment in the milky way there, I for one do not think we should sit here and let a lose cannon dictate policy in that area.”

Santaigo nodded” Neither do I, since Robert gave me full control until he got back, I’m authorizing the use of force to get them out of there, they must not be allowed to build bases.”

Myers nodded “I knew you Wouldn’t let me down sir, Ill start preparing the fleets right away”





TFU/Ten systems border 24 Hours later..



Huge masses of ominous grey dark ships floated in the dark lifeless void of space, nearly 10,000 ships (not all capital ships about 2500 cap ships, others are medium ships and such) over 8 fleets floated along, all of there engines rumbling distorting space as they charged up, the large grey mass of metal could send any one running for there lives.


Admiral Morgan mean while was on the USS John Paul Jones, he looked over the massive bridge and thousands of star charts tactical stations sensors and crew.

He sighed as he walked up to the large tactical 3D table, displaying the region stations and ships, Thanks to the battle net and the probes that they had sent in to monitor communications, they could tell were most things are located.


He started to speak “We have orders to go for the jugular, but I’m not going to do that with the entire force, doing that will box us in, and that would be tactically unsound , I want to split up the fleet, I want to hit three areas, of the region at once, and catch them off guard, Con relay these orders to the fleet and tell them to jump as soon as possible.”

The con officer nodded he slid his hand over his holographic console taping a com button and sending out a fleet wide message , he looked up at the charts and started to plot out automatically and quickly areas, were the fleet would come out of 4D temporal space.


Several moments later, Thousands of ships Began to jump , white blue and black engulfed there large hulls as they went through Time, brilliant colors passed them as they tunneled deeper , white blue yellow any color you could think of was engulfing the ships as they screeched through 4D temporal space.

The Dominion fleet, orbiting Geonosis, hadn't met a good fight. The Casseopian forces had all but been vanquished by the time the Amazonians had arrived, and mopping it up hadn't been particularly difficult. Catching word of the Chronosian drive to reach and utterly wipe out the Cassiopian-controlled Darkkaan, the Amazonian Commander, Empatojayos Durron, decided a worthy show of force could be in store for the more-or-less bored Amazonians. Not to mention that in gloriously defeating the Casseopians alongside the Chronosian waves of destruction would bring honor and recognition to an oft-forgotten Dominion, frequently left behind by the major interstellar powers.
The Dominion starfleet would arrive after the Chronosians; hopefully there would be ample killings left for the eager and bloodthirsty Amazonian warriors to indulge in the blood of their enemies. Pulling off from the Geonosian orbit, now littered with spacial debris, the Dominion warcraft headed for a hyperpoint to close in with the Chronosian commanders, to vanquish the Casseopians at their own ground.

The Chronosian fleets had noticed the peculiar occurence of other fleets following them; planning to ride their coat-tails to glory and history as they idled at the edge of the FTLi field, before beginning the long slog forth towards Darkkaan. The Imperium had patience; they could wait until each and every Cassiopeian lay dead or dieing. Lucian, Hakar and Radu had no other goal than to ensure this occured; but now; waiting, prepared to fight and die at any time, Lucian himself began to broadcast to these others who followed them;

I am Death. Worlds where I tread become ashe and dust; disease ridden hell-holes; burning ruins that once bore life. I am the pale rider that shall lead you; and we shall smite every planet our foes place before us. The arrogant pride of these malcontents has gone on too long. Now; we shall dominate; we shall crush them into the primal dust from which they came.

None can stand against the chosen of the Gods; and while you stand with us; you shall prosper.

They had fallen; much to easily they had fallen. Corpses now, running blood pouring from their wounds, even as he rose, watching; eyes gleaming with raw power, alive with radience beyond the scope of anything he had achieved before. The Valley had shown him the way; and now such power flooded through his being, permeating the material plane with boundless, mindless agony and hate.

Chronos had been unleashed.

He turned now, his madness growing; his mind reeling with memory and pain; he stumbles, slamming his hand against a wall; a bitter gesture of his apathy. This gnosis comes at too high a price. Gods no...This is too much.

And then he beholds her. Snarling, hissing, spitting; he rises up, towering, armor gleaming with the raw discharge of his might. "You..." He grunts. "You did this to me, chained me; took my mind, my existence blighted by YOU! Children never to know a father because you value nothing but power...And what are you now? Queen of NOTHING! Why!?"
"What did you expect when you trained me? That I would meekly follow you like a whipped dog?" Nightshade snarled back. "I should have killed you that day. Now it is time to rectify that mistake."

With that, she summoned a vicious durasteel-cutting wind slicing at Chronos as the first move in a dark-on-dark confrontation...

Admiral Gerspel, on the bridge of the Eisen-Damon recieved the Chronosian message.
"Well, that's good to know. Comms, open a reply channel."
He turned to the comm unit.
"Thank you, sirs. If you have any requests, your wish is my command. We have a small fleet that will arrive with you and try to soften up the planetary defence, then when this main unit arrives, we'll go straight at the main planet and get our troops down. Once our lads are on the surface, we'll leave a few ships behind for support and get on with the massacre in space."

The Chronosian fleets had noticed the peculiar occurence of other fleets following them; planning to ride their coat-tails to glory and history as they idled at the edge of the FTLi field, before beginning the long slog forth towards Darkkaan. The Imperium had patience; they could wait until each and every Cassiopeian lay dead or dieing. Lucian, Hakar and Radu had no other goal than to ensure this occured; but now; waiting, prepared to fight and die at any time, Lucian himself began to broadcast to these others who followed them;

I am Death. Worlds where I tread become ashe and dust; disease ridden hell-holes; burning ruins that once bore life. I am the pale rider that shall lead you; and we shall smite every planet our foes place before us. The arrogant pride of these malcontents has gone on too long. Now; we shall dominate; we shall crush them into the primal dust from which they came.

None can stand against the chosen of the Gods; and while you stand with us; you shall prosper.

the Dumb Chronosians had Fallen into the Trap, The Near by Battle Stations of V-1 to 12 where Cloaked, as Imperia had Ordered and Fired 2,000 Anti-Matter Missiles from Each Station at The Chronosian Fleet, the Missiles had Tracking Becons on then to make sure they Hit thier Target.

the Idiots were Dumb to Think they could enter The Darkkaan System with out a Fight.

And the Cassiopeians were fools if they expected the Imperial fleet to be without protection. The simultaneous launch of so many missles had clearly given away the location of the enemy defence stations; weapons swivelled to fire as strategic data was shared amongst the Chronosians and their allies; their even spread meant that the Cassiopeian missles would not destroy whole groups at once; lessons learned from the travesties at Thorn.

Of course; in a situation where an operational FTLi field was in place, the missles would only be able to travel under conventional thrust. The Chronosians responded in kind; masses of missle and artillery fire staining the void; their explosions to be those of the fusion powered hearts of suns; or the immense gravitational thronging of black holes; premature detonation of each created a maelstrom of madness between the Chronosians and the advancing missles; black holes and raging fusion detonations to consume some number of the missles.

The Chronosian shields crackled and danced; the hulls hummed and thrummed; if any were to penetrate they would smash against the shields, or impact upon upon the hull; injuring, certainly; some smaller vessels fell into flame under the onslaught; while lance batteries and point defence weaponry seethed forth to attempt to shatter other missles.

Honestly children; do you really expect to negate your doom so easily?

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Chronos lashes out with half-mad fury; a howl of force lightning and warpfire wreathing his assault as he blocks against her onslaught; the force of their clashing cutting arcing runes into the walls; shattering the ground beneath them. he lashes out, striking high, strikign low; a mighty flurry of attacks like the scything blows of countless arms; illusion and conceit dances and flurries amidst their tumult in such close quarters; his rage fuelling him, the walls seeming to shudder and contract in time with his laborious breathing, and his shouts of pure hatred.

Systematically around the ten systems region, Thousands of ship Spat out of 4D temporal space, the ships hulls were lighten Like nothing seen before or since, the mass of colors engulfed the area of space as they moved out in to formation.


Admiral Morgan started to send out orders.

“All Ships, I repeat All ships, begin your assault at will, Cut off all FTL Travel , blockade the systems you have been assigned to do what is necessary to drive these scum from our shores .”

All over the ten systems region fleets of ships began encroaching on systems, first the outskirts, setting up FTLI fields as they moved, then moving to meet enemy ships.


Morgan was on the USS John Paul Jones assigned to one of the main systems.

He stood on the bridge over looking the well lighten area, he could see officers, crew members AI’s, and marines rushing around doing there jobs.

He grinned slightly and looked over to a con officer who was busy working on his holographic console. He spoke and simply said “Begin operation Home shield...”

The con officer nodded he taped several buttons sending the order out to the fleet.

His hands moved along slowly sending systematically encrypted orders to the rest of the 1500 ships.

Suddenly the Ships began to move, the grey mass of gleaming large metal ominously moving along towards the system, shields weapons all powered for a fight.

The admiral sat down, his blue and Black uniform wrinkling slightly as he looked over his ship, he was taking his men in to battle once more, and a feeling of confidence, and focus but caution filled him, he sighed as his skin dimpled and wrinkled up with sweat, his chest moved up and down breathing, it was a tense situation, it would take a few minutes for the fleet to enter the center of the system.

The mass of ships slowed as they entered the huge expanse of space and planets, so far nothing on sensors, but they waited slowing down even more ominously floating, hull lights blinking on there grey gleaming hulls as they waited for war to over come the area.

(http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31919390/ I have 4 of them in each fleet that’s a John Paul Jones class)

The Imperial Navy was on the move.

Barrelling its way through hyperspace, the Death Star itself has been called to banish the Cassiopeians once and for all. Ahead of it was a good two hundred Star Destroyers and fifty Immobilizers alsong with dozens of support craft per ISD, making an armada of over a thousand ships, not including fighters. Ahh, the fighters. The Death Star carries thousands of top-of-the-line TIE Defenders and Interceptors while the ISDs carry mostly Interceptors with the SSD Admiral Thrawn carrying a wing of elites. Learning of the enemy's systems from proxies and allies, the Empire has finally decided that they will crush the enemy once and for all.

Surprisingly, it was the Fedral Union that allowed the Empire to gain access to important systems of Cassiopeia from where it would strike. Important systems like the supposedly-vaunted Ten Systems region. Once they wipe out the enemy force there, the Empire will then be free to eradicate the entire population of The Cassiopeian Galaxy...Genocide has never been so easy to conduct.

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Chronos lashes out with half-mad fury; a howl of force lightning and warpfire wreathing his assault as he blocks against her onslaught; the force of their clashing cutting arcing runes into the walls; shattering the ground beneath them. he lashes out, striking high, strikign low; a mighty flurry of attacks like the scything blows of countless arms; illusion and conceit dances and flurries amidst their tumult in such close quarters; his rage fuelling him, the walls seeming to shudder and contract in time with his laborious breathing, and his shouts of pure hatred.
Surprisingly, Nightshade has learned much about the Dark since they last truly duelled and she, a bastion of fury herself, had the presence of mind to dodge and deflect the wild blows of Chronos and strike out with precise assaults of wind and Sith lightning of her own, each one designed to incapitate and neutralize the enemy's blows before she can deliver the final blows of bone-crunching punches and kicks, then end it all with the red spear of her lightsaber. At least that's the basic plan...

Alongside the Fedral forces, the behemoths of the Khurganate armada burst into the real with a blast of warp fire, the banners of their God fluttering in a mage wind. The twisted forms of uncountable Children of God crawled across the hulls, chanting praises to their Father as their flesh danced and twisted.

Aboard his flagship, Aduro snarled. The weaklings still stood before him, he took little pleasure in tearing their souls from their bodies. Still, their homes, their cities, and their worlds would make a splendid holocaust to Tzeentch. His flames would purify their worlds, make them fit for the Children of Him in the Warp.

Effortlessly, he intertwined his mind with the Fedral admirals, linking them as surely as any voxcaster of the Collegia.

Hail Morgan, Warlord of the Union, may His flames purify your soul. We have arrived to assist with the extermination of these vermin. We hope our aid is not unwelcome.

They materialized about halfway into the system from a direction about one hundred and twenty degrees clockwise on the ecliptic from the Chronosian advance. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. A cloud of contacts literally so massive that it would be a wonder if the Cassiopeian sensors could pick single contacts out of the whole thing.

Three Godulan Battlefleets, A Kython Uberswarm, four hideously retrofitted Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyers, and approximately 360,000 fightercraft, a combination of Godulan Hellkite corvettes and Kython Slaymasters. And as if to put a cherry on top... no less than seven fully prepped Heighliners, three of which immediately began to disperse their massive payloads of strange black orbs interspersed with strange blue glowing and crackling orbs, while the other four began orienting themselves to face any major enemy fleet concentrations.

The Kythons, with what could only be termed vicious anticipation, surged forth towards the Cassiopeian fleets. Such a feast to their eyes could not be ignored in any means. Godulan Makos and Marauders spread out to assist the Kythons in their pillage, while the Siege Dreadnoughts and Sniper cruisers remained by the Heighliners, unleashing withering missile salvos at all enemy vessels and stations within range.

The Four Horsemen struck up formation with the flagship of the whole affair, the Archonal Command Ship Kingdom Come, and charged into the fray in an odd W formation, with the Four Horsemen loosing a truely horrendous salvo of Tachyon and Fractal torpedo fire at very nearly every enemy ship in front of them, with each of the retrofitted and reinforced and strangely glowing Eclipse Super Star Destroyers capable of unleashing approximately ten thousand torpedos over the course of a minute, for a grand total of 40,000 torpedos directed upon whoever it was that was so foolish as to draw their ire.

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Achaedus watched the situation unfold in his Holocommand chamber. The Chronosians had arrived first, but were stymied by an FTLi field. The Godulan Probability drive's main utility came in penetrating every concievable form of FTLi simply by virtue of its mechanics, so the Godulans hadn't even cared if there was such a field up. Though, until the field generator was found and destroyed, the Godulans would be prevented from leaving for the most part.

Oh well. There were few better ways to motivate the men than to tell them that the only way to leave is to win the fight, but at this time there was no real motivation required. This fight's objectives were nice and simple, and the Chronosians had already turned the fight into a two-front war.

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A single message was sent out broadband to all who could hear it.

Cassiopeian dogs. Only one thing can stop us this day: Your Unconditional Surrender. No more negotiations. No more stalling tactics. No more broken oaths. No more lies. This time it will be finished.

Alongside the Fedral forces, the behemoths of the Khurganate armada burst into the real with a blast of warp fire, the banners of their God fluttering in a mage wind. The twisted forms of uncountable Children of God crawled across the hulls, chanting praises to their Father as their flesh danced and twisted.

Aboard his flagship, Aduro snarled. The weaklings still stood before him, he took little pleasure in tearing their souls from their bodies. Still, their homes, their cities, and their worlds would make a splendid holocaust to Tzeentch. His flames would purify their worlds, make them fit for the Children of Him in the Warp.

Effortlessly, he intertwined his mind with the Fedral admirals, linking them as surely as any voxcaster of the Collegia.

Hail Morgan, Warlord of the Union, may His flames purify your soul. We have arrived to assist with the extermination of these vermin. We hope our aid is not unwelcome.


Morgan Grinned “It’s a pleasure to have such support; we will gladly accept your help to rid our selves of this worthless scum, you may do what ever you wish to there worlds..”


The Federal Fleet began advancing rather notably, the masses of grey dark ships over shadowed asteroids, and planetoids.

(OOC: I am giving TCG a chance to respond before I turn his fleet in to molten slag.)

OOC: No I am not a Neo-Nazi, my nation is a blend of proto-geramic and Prussian culture.
IC:Third Mobile leapt from the warp, its guns already out, and immediately made all speed towards one of the battlestations the Chronosians had pin-pointed, launching a 24-strong torpedo salvo, with a healthy (or rather, very unhealthy) dose of incinerators mixed in. The fleet's launch bays sprang open, releasing swarms of fighter craft, the bombers staying behind in preparation for the low orbit attack.

Admiral Dernels opened a channel to Cassiopeia and screamed, in a guttural Boozian accent, "Sieg nach Boozia! Sieg zum Galaktischen Reich!". The enemy might not understand the details, but the message was clear.

Surprisingly, the Hakurabi fleet last active over Earth materialised behind the ranks of the Cassiopeian armada.

"Greetings Cassiopeian forces. This is Captain Inariis. We're here to reinforce your fleet against the dogs of the Federal Union. We have a number of long range railgun ships and point-defence ships."

The fleet moved into the Cassiopeian armada, taking locks on TFU ships.

With the end of the Cassiopeian Fleet over Geonosis, the Inferno fleet had only one response, to take the fight strait to the enemy's homeland. The ships screamed into hyper, generating massive wakes as they crossed the heavens. With High Crests and Broad Shields, they burst through the gates of the Cassiopeian Outer Rim. There they met the other two groups that were to rendevouz with them in the Empire.

The groups merged into a single fleet and screamed into the closest habited system. They immediatly formed up into a flat formation of four groups and opened fire on the planet with all batteries. The point fleet, a bullet of twenty frigates and twenty cruisers pulled ahead slightly, lightly probing enemy sensor grids and activating the beginnings of an FTLi. The right flank pulled far off, with the left holding closer to the main fleet body. Hundreds of singularity weapons hit the black, a costly yet quite effective barrage capable of turing the area into a desolate stretch of nothing.

(ooc: Finished. Will finish statting out fleets later)

the Planet Koranbol, The Deep Core

Koranbol was a Planet of Darkness, Orbiting a Ren Dwarf, This Planet was full of the Dark Side. Here, Darth Imperia was now in Control and here, there was The Tomb of Lord Pyrokaan, Dark God of Fire, one of The So-Called Dark Chaos Gods of Kalmoon (Modern Day Tarkaan) the Five Lords, Pyrokaan, Umikaan, Tarkaan, Terrakaan and Darkkaan were what the Five Grand Worlds of The Cassiopeia Galaxy were named after.

and Imperia was going to bring the First of the Five Back to life.

In Cassiopeian Myth, The Five were Defeated by The Knights of The Order of Light, Five in all. Both sides died in the battle of Mordoria (Darkkaan). But it was said that if a Ruler of Darkness was to bring them Back to life, Then The one who got them back would be unstopable.

"Assonu Isa daeli Pyrokaan! Assonu Isa daeli Pyrokaan!" Imperia repeated over and over again, in Basic it was "Live Grand Lord Pyrokaan!"

In the Tomb, The Mummy of Pyrokaan was soon starting to regrow Fresh and Blood, looking like something out of a horror Movie, he soon Broke out of The Tomb and Turned into his true Form. A Human like Being wearing red Armor and Dragon Wings out of his Back.

"AT LAST! THE TIME IS NOW!" He Said, "THE AGE OF LIGHT HAS ENDED AND THE AGE OF THE MORDORIAN EMPIRE HAS BEGUN!"

Third mobile conyinued its screaming charge, the escorts abandoning their assigned vessels in order to englobe the fleet as a whole. They hurtled forward as the captains drove the engine crews to their very limits, screams of "Alles voren volle!" echoing through the corridors. They picked their next target and charged again, the flagships and escorts no letting fly with 18 torps, again with some incendiaries added for good measure.

The huntarian fleet halted over Geonosis as they looked at the wrecked enemy fleet. So shamman did find the droid factories, but they were destroyed by allied forces. Shamman arrived onboard the Terminator and consolidated his fleet and prepaired to move onto the Cassiopean territory with the rest of the Empire upon Aelikes's orders. They followed the No Endorse fleet to the boarders of the Cassiopean Outer Rim Terretories.

"Oppen a channel to the No Endorse fleet."

"Aye Shamman."

"Attention No Endorse fleet. This is Warrior Shamman, apprentice of Darth Aelikes. I've been given orders to follow the Empire into the heart of the Cassiopean Terretory and provide your ships as fire cover and back up. We can take heavy punches to weapons fire. We'll be proceding behind you."

OOC: I'm currently in NY,NY (prince st. apple store). Don't expect a post till late friday, or saturday. Quick 'n crappy post.

The Dominion fleet fell out of hyperspace, somewhat behind the advancing Chronosian forces. The admiral glanced among the active scanners, detecting only the Casseopians and Hakurabians as the enemy, while a giant coalition of the allies were arrayed in offensive formation.

"Prepare to attack!" ordered Admiral Durron, "we'll follow the Chronosians in!"
"Right away sir..."

The Amazonian fleet began forming up, fighters and gunships boiling out of capital ship hangers.

The Godulans would havehit the ships if there was any Ships, in short, no ships were there. only a Small Sign that said "Land here" Pointing to The Planet. More like Dareing the enemy to land.

But what was about to start would be what Might end Godular for good. a Odd Fireball was heading for the enemy Flagship from Space it self. going at 150 Mph. This fireball was in fact Pyrokaan him self, sent by Imperia to Destroy The Godulan Fleet.

The new fort that was built on Albregardo-rae was formiddable and armed to the max. It was ready to take out anything that was in its way. The GE would not fall as long as Zactarn Prime remained in the battle.

OOC: TCG you bloody punk. You show me yours I show you mine. With that particular bit of Godmoddery...

Since there were no ships, the Godulans instead focused their wrath on the planet itself, while the Four Horsemen and the Archonal Command Ship simply drove towards the newcomer.

Achaedus could only chuckle as the fireball came towards them at a phenomenally slow pace.

"Energy readings?"

"Arcane... looks like some sort of Avatar."

"Have the Kythons eat the planet, and prepare to engage the Akurzan protocols."

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Two things happened in very short order.

One, The Kythons commenced a colossal bombardment of enlarged Shardbolts upon the surface of Darkaaan, which would immediately begin disintegrating the surface of the planet in the process of feeding itself and propagating more Kython vessels as such was intended to do.

Two, The space around Darkaan became a veritable warren of hyper-complex rune holograms that pulsed with arcane energy so strong that even those vessels at the edge of the system would be able to feel the magical power washing away from the system like a tsunami. In front of the fireball, a single portal to Protospace opened, though unlike the portals engaged by the voidshields for which the Godulans had gained their renown, this portal shimmered and crackled with a purity of some strange otherworldly essence.

Such would have been fodder for much conversation and conjecture with respect to the reasoning for this portal, right up until a massive tentacle lashed out from that hole in space, with wicked blades jutting out at awkward angles, eyeballs staring with purpose in all directions, and a multitude of horrific gaping jaws that worked in a constant insane gibbering.

It soon became obvious that the magic was not an offensive spell, but a lure and a ward, forcing the two beings into a region closed off from the rest of the system.

And a single voice rumbled across the void directly into the mind of Pyrokaan. A sound like thousands of voices screaming out in agony coalesced into a single malevolent entity.

rEtUrN tO mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

OOC: And I was prepared to lose ships in a normal battle, but you had to go and pull this crap. For some strange strange reason I find myself disappointed in you.

First Mobile, First Army and Second Army emerged from the warp on the edge of the inhibitor, transmitted the same battlecry as Third, and then split apart, the transports bunching together away from the fighting while the two fleets hurtled headlong towards the enemy homeworls, fring all their torpedoes.

Unfortunately for the Hatarians, coming up from below the sea was a behemoth so large and monstrous that it defies comprehension. Tens-of-meters long barbed tentacles began lashing out at hapless ships, hoping to crush them like hapless tin cans, followed by a devastating volley of missiles and torpedoes from the undersea Sea Stalkers. Fifty of them, that is.

On the beachhead, civilians scrambled to either get out of the way or pack heat and pick off the enemy soldiers from hiding positions while the Army sets up assault positions to drive the enemy back into the sea. All types of weapons were thrown at the enemy, from blasters and turbolasers to beamcannons from LAATs and Artillery from SPHA-Ts to pulse laser cannons and armor-piercing missiles from the Army's newest equipment: Zoids! Replacements for the old AT units, Zoids are large, fluidly mechanical versions of various dangerous animals that pack kiloton-level weapons and shields designed to deal with anything the enemy can throw at them. So far, the following Zoids are used to push back the enemy while others lie in wait deeper in the nation:

Barigator: This little gator doesn't have much armor, but it does have weapons that more than make up for it. With dual laser cannons and general purpose missiles as well as powerful jaws, it's ability to ambush enemies in shallow water make it a fine new addition to the mechanized forces.

Crew: 1 pilot
Height: 4.4 meters
Length: 14.5 meters
Weight: 24.3 tons
Top Speed: 150 km/h
Weapons: Dual 20mm Beam Cannons, Quad General Purpose Missiles, Jaws
Special Abilities: Swimming

Guysack Scorpion: Hidden in the sand and loose dirt of the coast are antipersonell Zoids known as Guysacks. They are scorpions, capabile of burrowing under the sand to ambush the enemy. Their weapons are light, but perfect for killing enemy infantry units and light vehicle units.

Pilot: 1
Height: 4 meters
Length: 10 meters
Weight: 22 tons
Top Speed: 120 km/h
Weapons: Hardened Alloy Pincer Claws, AZ 30mm Beam Rifle, Twin Needleguns, Dual 10mm Cannons. (The beam rifle and 10mm cannons are mounted on the tail, the needleguns on the back)
Special Ability: Burrow

Aside from those two, there was several Triceratops units laying the smackdown on the enemy with turbolasers while being defended by heavy shields and Cannon Tortoises adding to the firepower with heavy (and I do mean heavy) shells. As an aside, there were also standard tank and artillery units to slow down the enemy for the more powerful forces to enter the area soon...

123 Men Killed
23 Tanks Destroyed
most of the Suface Ships sunk

The Hatarians soon Started a Charge against The enemy, and Leading it was Nadia Force, a Group of AT-ATs. The Walkers soon Opened Fire on The enemy, fallowed by The Attack Helicopters that escaped the Sinking of the Helio Carriers and 109 Planes that Surived The Attack on the Carriers, The The troops were useing Rocket Launchers, fireing against The LAATs and the mechas in hopes of Takeing them Down.

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OOC: You must not be too busy if you can post here... So, you still owe me damage, get on that.

123 Men Killed
23 Tanks Destroyed
most of the Suface Ships sunk

The Hatarians soon Started a Charge against The enemy, and Leading it was Nadia Force, a Group of AT-ATs. The Walkers soon Opened Fire on The enemy, fallowed by The Attack Helicopters that escaped the Sinking of the Helio Carriers and 109 Planes that Surived The Attack on the Carriers, The The troops were useing Rocket Launchers, fireing against The LAATs and the mechas in hopes of Takeing them Down.
Several LAATs and mechs went down to rocket fire, but anti-infantry forces were hard at work getting rid of the harrassing little fools. Meanwhile, X-wings and Orca fighters swooped down on enemy helicopter and fighter units and spat laser and missile fire by the dozens while hughly maneuveralbe Wolf and Liger Zoids danced to the flanks of the AT-AT units and let loose with powerful beamlaser fire, designed to lay waste to behemoths such as these, followed up with armor-piercing missiles for the survivors.

And that's not all, for coming out from the sea like a prehistoric monster was the Kraken, firing all weapons and lashing out with deadly tentacles while flying just meters above the treetops...

Several LAATs and mechs went down to rocket fire, but anti-infantry forces were hard at work getting rid of the harrassing little fools. Meanwhile, X-wings and Orca fighters swooped down on enemy helicopter and fighter units and spat laser and missile fire by the dozens while hughly maneuveralbe Wolf and Liger Zoids danced to the flanks of the AT-AT units and let loose with powerful beamlaser fire, designed to lay waste to behemoths such as these, followed up with armor-piercing missiles for the survivors.

And that's not all, for coming out from the sea like a prehistoric monster was the Kraken, firing all weapons and lashing out with deadly tentacles while flying just meters above the treetops...

Now it was on, Over 234 Troops were killed and The Walkers were being Blasted, along with The Air Surport. The Hatarians were going to fight till one side one, The Tanks were now fireing along with The Mobile Missile Launchers, a Fewe Planes that escaped The X-wing Attack Started Dropping Napalm Bombs and Fireing Anti-Armor Missiles, along with the Helicopters.

This was a Large battle.

“Admiral, we have detected a number of Cassiopeian vessels.”

Grand Admiral F’Sterr looked up from the data he was reading. The reports on the fleet deployments were important but the tone of voice of the officer made this seem urgent.

“What is it?”

“We have detected a number of Cassiopeian ships.”

“Where?”

“Earth. They are above the nation of Hataria.”

“What are they doing?”

“Currently holding position. We located them and used the data from the captured Nav Computer to identify their beacons. They are Cassiopeian Military Vessels numbering over four score.

F’Sterr thought to himself for a couple moments. The Ten Colony system of TFU was being defended by them. The bases in the system as well as the ships they tried to send to Earth were destroyed. There was no reason to leave that many ships in orbit for us to see. Either they were sent to Hataria as reinforcements of their commanders were just plain stupid. Targets were made for hitting and they would hit it hard.

“Contact the Homeguard and Honorguard. Also send for the 2nd Tactical Fleet. Have everyone converge on their position within T-Space.”

“Yes Sir, right away.”

The Aide ran off and F’Sterr shook his head and returned to reading the reports.

As the Khurganate fleet closed around the defenseless Casseopian world, thousands of dropships descended on the planet like a swarm of locust, flames and death spreading in their wake. Across the world, blooms of otherworldly flames erupted as the macroteleporters of the Lord of Change spun to life, leveling entire city blocks and incinerating a dozen more with each blast, each detonation leaving the towering figure of a Titan in its wake.

The massive engines of destruction moved across the world, volcano cannons annihilating entire buildings, Vulcan bolters scything through hundreds of civilians in a single burst. Raptor cultists shrieked about the feet of the giant war machines, blades scything through the soft flesh of the Casseopians, carrying off choice victims to be sacrificed to the Master of the Warp. And in the middle of the combat, like some god of death, strode Aduro, his snarling hound mask wreathed in incandescent fire.

Smiling as he waded through the incompetant defenders, Aduro scythed out with his blade, cutting tendons and severing limbs. He moved quickly forward, allowing the Legionairres to collect his foes for the Ritual. Each cut was perfect, each blow sublime, taking its recipitent to the brink of death but no closer, saving them for his God.

Coming to a stop atop the ruins of what was once a school building, he smiled, letting his gaze fall upon the mangled bodies of this races young, impaled upon spikes by his men. Those that still lived were being ministered to by the adepts of the Collegia Technologicae, an assortment of biotoxins being tested upon their soft flesh. His grin widened as one was exposed to hyper-polymorphine, the youngling's smooth skin warping and erupting with tendrils and mouths, each screaming in sublime agony. Aduro watched, transfixed by this child's death throes, his body erupting in disfiguring seizure, bloating and swelling as his willpower proved insufficient to maintain his form. Muttering a prayer to his God, Aduro knelt before the whimpering thing that had once been a child, removing his mask. Lowering his head, he delicately kissed the mewling boy on what had once been his head, lips brushing the changing flesh. The chaotic fluctuations subsided, leaving the twisted wreck trapped in this form. As Aduro rose from the newly born spawn and lifted his mask back to his face, a single tear formed in the corner of his eye as he muttered a prayer to his Lord and God.

This had possibly been the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

SecretIC because it's something only one group is doing:
---Onboard one of the ships hanging about a fleet---
"It's a big risk we're taking, sir."

"It'll be worth it when I see their faces."

"But what if we bring down the others as well? They don't know a thing!"

"Don't worry, they'll be fine."

After reading through the results of the scans, R’Venj knew this was only a ruse. There was no defense fleets nor did anything resembling of the higher government. They had all fled from Justice before anyone had arrived. The scans showed only a token defense and soft defenseless citizens. They prey had run from their den before the Hunters had arrived.

Using a copy of the Hyperspace Nav Computer scavenged out of the wreckage of the first attack, the AI aboard the command ship accessed the local hyperspace Buoy and checked the records to see where ships went. Since they were using a military version, he was able to bypass all the security and access the military records. A majority of the ships showed Koranbol as the destination of several ships designated as belonging to Imperia’s fleet.

“Send this message to our allies”

Attention allies of Balrogga. This sty is nothing but a diversion. There is no military or governmental representation of importance here. Imperia has fled, most likely leaving behind their citizens as offerings to some sort of elaborate trap. We will leave this place to you to deal with as you see fit. We are following the imperial fleet to Koranbol where the coward has run.

The Boozian transports moved into orbit with the fleets, and the soldiers were slowly shipped down to join the Khurganate troops in the pillaging.

General-oberst Schelner surveyed the forces at his disposal from the bridge of the Im Eisen Geschreiben, the Boozian armies only preatorian. 12 infantry and four panzer divisions on the surface, and another six infantry and two panzer in orbital reserve. Time to kill. He transmitted a message across most of the planet, via the orbiting ships.

"If your Imperial, we're here to help. If not, Sieg nach Boozia!"

The panzers began their advance on the nearest Cassiopeain military presence, the agile Auge walkers, essentialy Boozian pattern sentinels, ranged ahead of the mobile wall of tanks, while behind them, vast columns of infantry marched. All of First and a third of a third of Second armies prepared for some old fashioned pillaging.

My Lord, we have recieved a Balroggan message relaying word of the defenses of the target planet. There seem to be no military forces at all present.

Good. Send a Talon of Raiders. We will sway this world to the Blood Lord's cause.


Falling out of the Ether, the Glaives carrying the raiding parties sped towards the defenseless planet. As they activated their cloaks, they picked out civilian populations on their scanners, away from local military or police bases, and started their descent into the atmosphere.

The Godulan reply to the Balroggans amidst the pillaging, ravaging, and disintegrating:

We shall accompany. Let the full might of the Kython swarm descend upon these witless fools.

OOC: Will post later, but landing on the same planet as Aduro might not have been the best idea. He tends to be a bit... tetchy... when it comes to sharing. I apologise in advance for any of his actions, although I'll try to keep the blue-on-blue to a minimu, he'll probably use an intermediary for negotiations...

Message sent privately to Godular through Kython Interdiction:

Regroup your forces and we will join you. Their FTLi cannot stop us from entering or leaving. We will take you along with us. It would be faster than trying to leave the field and then using a Probability Jump to get there. You have 5 minutes.

OOC: Thanks for the warning, I was kinda expecting that with you being servants of the gods of chaos and all, not to meantion the coniving, backstabbing one, this wasn't exactly going to a brothers in arms affair... but the Boozians would land anyway, so I'll keep in character.

IC: The armoured hammer kept up its advance, the mobile artillery firing steadily in huge barrages to soften the enemy up, as the APCs carrying the elite Schlagtruppen began to advance rapidly, using the confusion of the bombardment to slip through the enemy line. Soon the Cassiopeaen infrastucture would be in tatters.

The ships in space moved in co-ordination with the ground forces, occasionally dropping to low orbit to remove a priortity target or deploy some marines (OOC: Not the space marines, just shipborne troops). Their Valkyries hurtled across the surface, occasionally dropping a few black clad soldiers to spread the advancing wave of panic and confusion.

Back on Im Eisen Geschreiben Schelner chuckled. Still too easy. He went over the phrase "Generalfeldmarschall Schelner" in his mind. It had a lovely ring to it.

The regrouping only took two minutes, as no forces had been deployed to the planet and those Kythons that had been crafted by the disintegration of the planet below were assigned to keep working on destroying the Cassiopeian capitol.

A reply to the Balroggans:

Though we have means of our own to leave the field, we appreciate your consideration. It would be somewhat inconvenient to have our psions incapacitated during any form of combat situation.

OOC: Otagia- know that it would be... unwise to get anywhere near the regions where the Ground-Based Kythons are operating. Matter of fact, people might wanna start leaving the planet altogether, it won't be remaining habitable much longer...

OOC: Actually, I was hitting more of a secondary world, not the capital. Of course, the Rhuns might be, but you'd have to ask them. I'll poke Ald when he gets on. IC post coming up reasonably soon.

The Imperial Republic of Dratheria lay in it's own Galaxy. In it was the taint of Chaos their most hated enemy. Even in the midst of their own territories a system lie controlled by the taint of Chaos. Emperor Nova stood on the bridge of the Nova-class Battle Barge Nova Sword looking out it's forward viewport. The stars glimmered as he made his decision. He turned and looked around the Nova Sword was newly completed and was the Flagship of the Imperial Navy.

He looked at a viewscreen and his holo image was loaded onto millions of holo-projectors across the galaxy. He smiled and said, "Battle-brothers and servants of the Imperium. It has been seen lately that the enemy is all around us and expanding. A massive war is going on between the GE the Alliance of Freedom and several other nations. Most importantly we have seen the warriors Cassiopeia Galaxy to be an imperialistic expansionist threat and see that they threaten to expand even into our own territories. I have decided to gear the fleets up for war and our primary target shall be the Cassiopeia Galaxy. However we must constantly be ready for an attack on our own systems. So as we gear up for war I activate the safety measures to prevent jumps to this system. FTLi will be erected in system wide borders before they can reach the wormholes to Aquaria. Now we move out for war." With that Ryan ended the transmission and sat down in the throne chair. He watched as two thousand ships readied themselves next to the fleet. He grimaced at the fact that many of these vessels and their soldiers aboard would not return from this campaign. He spoke into the comm system and said, "All ships fold in 5........4.........3.....2....1..mark."

In a brilliant flash of light the fleet disappeared from the Centurion Galaxy and appeared in the Cassiopeia Galaxy. The had appeared in a small and remote system with little tactical value to many but to the Dratherians this was most valuable. They had brought with them four Ramilies-class Star Forts and a number of repair yards. The Emperor looked at his tactical display projected in front of him and noticed that reports had been given the the fleets from the Cassiopeia Galaxy had infringed upon even Chronosia Prime. None of his military advisors suggested that as an intelligent attack plan and they were right it appeared. It seemed the intel gathered that the Alliance of Freedom and the Galactic Empire had joined forces to eliminate this threat. He spoke to a servitor without even looking at him, "What is the status on the Sun Crusher?" The servitor spat back, "It appeares it is ready and at full alert status the armor is at current being reinforced for gravitational resistance." The Emperor nodded knowing that he was the one who had ordered the reinforcement because a sensed that there would be use for it yet. He also knew that unless necessary they would not deploy such a devastating weapon.

The Emperor then looked at his tactical display and knew that his forces had finally finished reinforced the system. He then noticed an incoming comm from the home galaxy and opened it. Commander Archon stood in holo form in front of him saying, "The galaxy has been prepared against the attack. Supergates have been set up for our fleet's own tactical use. The Sun Crusher has also been finished and is ready for your use. Also four World Devstators are being sent as you requested to join the war fleet. They will be able to create and repair many of the starships needed for this campaign." The Emperor nodded and said, "Very good. Ready your defense fleets fight the enemy off should they try to come to our dorrstep." The Emperor leaned back in his chair and watched the tactical display of the Cassiopeia Galaxy and began deciding on an attack vector.

OOC: Well, I'm a bit confused... I know I'm attacking the main world, but not where everyone else is.

OOC: Well, if there was a map of the Ten Systems available, I'd pick an exact world, but since noone's provided that, I essentially picked a world at random. After all, civvies are civvies, no matter what planet they're on they squish just as nicely.

OOC: This is The First and only Time I will say this.....THIS THREAD HAS GONE TO THE DOGS! we all Need to Cool down now, This is getting near to Flame War and I WILL NOT HAVE IT! Cool Down Now Please or I WILL ask the mods to close this Thread.

Signed you lovely Friend, Hataria/TCG

PS, this is not a Flame.

OOC: How in the world is it going to the dogs? All I can see is people clarifying positions and asking for a map of the Ten Systems Zone.

As a matter of fact, your statement just then was the only thing even nearing a flame.

Just because Godular is in a habit of bolding his OOC comments doesn't mean it's a flame.

Now please, clarify for everyone where your forces are and we can all continue.

OOC: Actually, I haven't seen any flaming (well, besides worlds being put to the torch, but that's a different type of flame entirely). This is actually one of the most civil threads I've seen so far, to be perfectly honest. Now, if you'd post a bit more, like, say, taking damage from Meihm's barrage, it'd be just about perfect, ne?

SecertIC:

Somewhere in TFU Space..

"The Fools will be forced into Surendering once their own Trade is Cut off." Chimaera said, "Our New Cassiopeia Class Super Star Dreadnought will attack any enemy Ship and make sure they won't make it alive!" The Ship was a large ship, looking like a Giant Droid tri Fighter, Heavy armed and Armored. The Ship had Powerful Shields protecting the Enegines and the centersphere.

This was to be a Ship to be reckoned with, and dreaded by all.

TFU was going to get a Nasty Surprise.

(OOC: I'm curious as to how you got something like that into TFU's territory without him noticing... I mean, you can't bypass sensors without him detecting FTL movement, and cloaking through would take centuries - even if he for some inane reason did not detect such an enormous vessel. In all, a godmod - change it please.)

After the Godular fleet showed up and indicated they were ready, the Imperial fleet extended their Dimensional Drives to contain their allies. The entire collection of fleets faded from existence as they Uplifted into T-Space. The purple haze of T-Space lay around the fleets.

OK, take us Higher.

Yes Sir

The Mirage Drives again channeled the energy drawn in through the Space Minus Taps and the fleets disappeared. Moments later they faded into K-Space. The violent turmoil of the rarely seen upper dimension ravaged everything outside the drive bubbles. If they were to fail, the entire fleet would be instantaneously disintegrated and spread through out the Multiverse. There would be nothing any of them could do to prevent this from happening. The Imperial ships quickly moved to the desired coordinates and returned to the safety of T-Space.

You can breathe easier; we are safely through K-space. The dangerous part is over. We are scanning the system so we know what is going on there before Emerging.


OOC:

This is the time TCG can post the contents of the system.

OOC: Well, still no opposition, so I'm going to continue my rampage across...Darkaan, I think?
IC: "Still no opposition, General. I suppose they threw all their major assets awey in foolhardy offensives. Not that I'm complaning."
By now, the panzers had ploughed through a city, and the infantry were mopping up resistance, herding civilians into makeshift prison corals, and engaging in the traditional looting.

Battleships and weapons batteries roared into life as the fleet moved forward in unison. The fleet then powered up their Fold Drives. Emperor Nova looked out on the amassed forces in front of his vessel. He had decided to attack one of their starbases with a fleet 500 strong. He looked at his tactical display and said, "Get a hold of Godular and request some assistance to defeat this threat. Now let's ready for our battle." All throughout the fleet vessels powered up weapons batteries and shields readying themselves to go to war.

Message to Godular

Greetings I am Emperor Nova of the Imperial Republic of Dratheria we understand that you see the Casseiopeans as a threat and wish to see them defeated. we were hoping that together we could work to defeat this enemy for the betterment of the universe.

bump for CW-sama :)

Now it was on, Over 234 Troops were killed and The Walkers were being Blasted, along with The Air Surport. The Hatarians were going to fight till one side one, The Tanks were now fireing along with The Mobile Missile Launchers, a Fewe Planes that escaped The X-wing Attack Started Dropping Napalm Bombs and Fireing Anti-Armor Missiles, along with the Helicopters.

This was a Large battle.
The X-wings dove upon the surviving planes to finish them off with lasers while streaks in the sky denoted missiles and railcannon shells being thrown at the enemy tanks and mobile missile launches. A few Zoids died to missile fire, but two Liger units ran rings around the AT-ATs and fired armor-piercing positron laser blasts from their mouths at the legs. Meanwhile, giant spider droids summoned by a commander of the Marines went out to stalk and kill enemy infantry units with high-powered blasters and poisonous fangs. The Hatarians appear to be losing, and the Coredians pressed their advantage, firing at everything tagged 'not friendly' until they stopped moving...

The X-wings dove upon the surviving planes to finish them off with lasers while streaks in the sky denoted missiles and railcannon shells being thrown at the enemy tanks and mobile missile launches. A few Zoids died to missile fire, but two Liger units ran rings around the AT-ATs and fired armor-piercing positron laser blasts from their mouths at the legs. Meanwhile, giant spider droids summoned by a commander of the Marines went out to stalk and kill enemy infantry units with high-powered blasters and poisonous fangs. The Hatarians appear to be losing, and the Coredians pressed their advantage, firing at everything tagged 'not friendly' until they stopped moving...


452 Soldiers were Dead and Now with more enemies comeing, it was time for The Invasion to do one thing................

Surender.

The Hatarian Invasion Army soon raised the White Flag, giveing up with Weapons raised over their heads.

The Battle was over,

Hataropoils, Hataria.

Serena soon deicded that The Time was right for Peace talks and sent a messenge to The Leaders of CoreWorlds

Dear Leaders of CoreWorlds

We have deicded to declare a Ceise fire with you and start Peace Talks to end The War Between us. It is Time for peace.

Signed: Empress Serena

Core City, Coredia.

"So, they want peace after all." A blond-haired man with greying streaks said, puffing on a Victorian-style pipe. "Very well. Scribes, write this down."

"Yes, Sarinon-sama." The Governor of Coredia's assistants bowed and began writing down the Governor's terms as the Hatarians prepared to send their delegate.

Meanwhile, the survivors of the Hatarian invasion were taken to the nearby military base for processing and their equipment were confiscated. They will soon be heading home, but not just yet. In the meantime, they will be treated well.

Darkkaan.

The Godulans had soon sealed their fate, for the Cassiopeian Fleet had Cloaked them selfs and soon was un cloaking, useing the Thrawn Pincer Tacitc.

It started with a main taskforce being divided into two. The first group would drop into an enemy system and engage the enemy fleet while the second would jump into a nearby system. When the enemy fleet activated its gravity well projectors, the commander would then order the second fleet to make a microjump through hyperspace, usually always behind the enemy fleet.

they had did while they were Cloaked and now a Second Fleet, with 647 Victory Class Star destroyers,345 Imperial Class Star Destroyers, 23 Ecilpse Class Super Star Destroyers, 345,000 X-Wings and 12,000 Cobra Mark I Starfighters From Tarkaan were Dropping out of Hyperspace. The Two Fleets were soon fireing Anti-Matter Missiles at the enemy Fleet as the Fighters soon headed off to attack and destroy any Ship that escaped. and to destroy the Krythons with a new Weapon, the K-Buster.

Can we say, Trap!

By now, Darkaan was for most intents and purposes under Boozian control, and the army began to pack up and go, leaving six infantry and two panzer divisions, along with several marine companies, to consolidate and keep order.

OOC:

Boozia-- Keep in mind that there is presently a Kython swarm eating away at the surface of the planet. I seriously suggest you evac. Now.

Cassiopeia-- The Godulan fleet left to go after Imperia and whatever cloning facilities you may have. And that doesn't even count the fact that the Godulans would have spotted you through your cloak with the aid of gravitonic sensors. But I suppose that if you're still looking for a fight I can turn your own capitol world against you.

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Doubtless it would have proven somewhat amusing to all involved that the Cassiopeian fleet should attempt to pull something so blatantly foolish as uncloaking and opening fire on an empty region of space over the planet. The Godulans had long since left with the aid of their Balroggan allies to hunt down the Cassiopeian leadership, but the Kythons, the only things remaining in the system at this point in time, were more than pleased to oblige.

With a quick jump, the entire Kython battlefleet jumped right back into the system, some twenty five hundred kython Slaughterkings and Deathlords and their requisite swarms of fightercraft materializing all around the Cassiopeian fleet and opening up with horrendous salvos of shardbolt fire, from around the fleet... and below it.

Even the planet had turned against the Cassiopeians, as those parts presently undergoing Kython Infection began to form ground based weapons batteries to lay waste to enemy the enemy fleet overhead. At the same time, the ever-growing blotches began to craft and disgorge wave after wave after wave of Slaymaster fighters into the battlezone.

They were the Kythons. The Kythons were the weapon. In life comes victory, in death comes victory. In victory comes the swarm. Long live the swarm.

The Emperor used his psyker sense and reached out to his Jedi friend Xeth Cortas. Not many knew he still lived but it was because he was a Jedi of different sorts bound to this plane by the Unifying Force he was a True Jedi like many of his brethern and even more bizarre he is a Feran. He was the teacher of the legendary Mercer family and more importantly a seer of many things. In his mind he saw the vision of which he had started to. A massive attack force was fast approaching a Godulan world. If they wished to have them as an ally then this was a good chance for them to show their worth as an ally. He opened a comm to the fleet, "New fold co-ordinates there is an enemy attack force incoming to a Godulan world they appear to be under cloak so we must flush them out. Load the Nova Cannons!"

Something not known about this fleet was that almost half the vessels possessed a Nova Cannon each of which was capable of destroying a shielded Imperial-class SSD on it's own with one shot. The reason this fleet was so firepower heavy was because of the conditions in which they were entering.sucha deadly conflict. hey were also using a heavy auxilary force of shieldships. In a brilliant flash of light the vessels folded space and appeared before the Casseopein fleet and opened fire into their position using their psykers to sense their presence and general location and with the Nova Cannons it wouldn't take long for ships to fall and be destroyed. However at the fore of the fleet was the Nova Sword and it was firing it's twin Nova Cannons into the cloaked position. Meanwhile the Mass Driver Cannon at it's center powered up to fire and carve a hole through the enemy fleet.

The planet burned.

The death-screams of its population were music to Aduro's ears, the smell of their roasting flesh the finest perfume. Sigils of the Great Powers were rent into the very core of the world, magma rising to the surface through these holy wounds, these stigmata. With the magma came Change, warping the surface of the world into a new visage, a clean slate for the litanies of Him in the Warp to be written upon. The Children of the Gods swarmed across the surface, their babbling cries hymns to the Changer of the Ways, praises to His almighty power. Flashes of warpfire erupted across the planet, bringing the Hellhounds and the Legions back to the busom of their God for a brief moment, before gently laying them down in the safe pastures of their vessels.

From orbit now, Aduro watched the glorious Change warping the world below. Myriad colors flowed across its surface, the runes of Him in the Warp glowing with holy power as the Daemons below continued to swarm. Aduro tore his eyes away from the beautiful sight, praises to his Lord on his lips as he brought his will to bear on the great Cathedrals of the fleet. Hundreds of the magnificent vessels ignited in the holy fire of their Lord, ascending bodily into the Heavens, leaving behind the world below, still vibrant and burning, as the old gave birth to the new, gave birth to a testament to the power of Tzeentch, gave birth to a holy sign of His majesty.

Gave birth to a Daemon World.

Bump

Bump

Bump again

Secert IC:

Northern Hataria

The Hatarians were now going to launch a Major Offenseive to end The war, one that would help make the Hatarians strong on at the Peace Talks at Coredia.

The Fleet of Ships that Cassiopeia left behind would be The Carriers of Operation: Imperial Might. 2,897,089 Hatarian Troops, 2,000 CT-24 Tanks, 1,000 Cobra Attack Helicopters, 234 Field Guns, 1,897 YH-89 Armored Troop carriers and 289 Mobile Missile lauchers were Borading The Ships for a Target that was Top Secert (OOC: Not teling anyone.)

The Ships were soon loaded and ready, then they dissapeared into thin air, only a Strong Wind Blew from the center of where the Ships were.

OOC2: They are Cloaked. :P

The remaining troops were in a confused state, being herded back onto their boats by sergeants who, despite their own nervousness, maintained their constant shouting.Something was severely screwing with the planet, and they were in the process of evacuating. Schelner sighed.
"Damn it, I'm going to go home with at least one world under my belt. This war has, after all, pretty much degenerated into a land grab, and we don't have anything wacky to do when we get ours, so lets try and grab one before we lose all the real estate. Get me a line to Gerspel."
His comm officer opened the channel.
"Gerspel, set a course for the nearest system with decent annexing material, and get comm bouys prepped so we can tell people to lay off our turf."

Secert IC (For The Most Part):

With The Cassiopeians Invadeing The enemy Star wars Galaxy, The Hatarians soon started their own War Plans. Starting with a Invasion of TFU (OOC The MT Part of him), with Cassiopeian Help.

The Cassiopeians had Bases Near The Planet Saturn and in the Alpha Centauri System for some time now and now, The Hatarians had asked them for help in the Invasion.

Public IC:

Delaration of War

By Order of Her Imperial Highness, Empress Serena of the Imperial Republic of Hataria, The Imperial republic of Hataria has declared War on the Untied States of The Fedral Union.

LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE! u wish :sniper: him the head so he stays dead hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

u wish :sniper: him the head so he stays dead hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Please don't post in this Thread if you are not part of the RP. If you want to be you have to sign up but from your intelligent post, it is apparent you don't wish to.

Now back to your regularlly scheduled program.



Sol System:

The ships were in place for some time observing the Cassiopeian fleet in orbit above Hataria. The Empire did not care about the threat level Hataria posed. They wanted those ships and troops left by the Enemy. They were about to take them.

Hours were spent in T-Space scanning the ships to know where the engines, munitions, and troops were. The strategists scanned the schematics recovered from the raids on their other war fleet they tried to send to Earth and the Saturn base. It was decided to take them out however the situation presented itself.

The plan generated by the strategists was to place the Torpedo Frigates in a lower orbit between the ships and Hataria. This would make any shots fired at them that missed present potential harm for their ally. Fire from the surface would hit the Cassiopeian fleet as well. This form of friendly fire was to be enriched by extensive use of their Heisenberg Shielding, using the Chaos Theorem to its most beneficial and desired effects. The two sides would be killing each other while the frigates sat in the middle pumping damage into the hated fleet.

That was the distraction….

The rest of the fleet would come in high and hit the ships hard with their Ion Cannons seriously inhibiting their shields and electronics. The judicious use of Particle weapons from above would cause several nasty surprises, as well as the Grav Guns launching slugs through the ships from the horizon.

The goal was not the destruction of the ships. They had much darker plans for them…

But with the movement of the fleet, different plans would be used.


The Cassiopeian Galaxy, systems near Darkkon:


Sir, we have not heard from the planet below or any of their ships in orbit.

Their time is up. Make an example of them.

Yes Sir.

Around the star in the center of the system, the fleet of ships all established their Space Minus Taps. The energy coursed through the drive systems and the ships’ computers linked and generated a cooperative dimensional bubble around the star. The bubble contained the gravity of the star and it slowly shifted from the STC to elsewhere. Several minutes later the ship that delivered the original message sent one last one to those below.

Attention former citizens of the Cassiopeian Galaxy. Your stubborn refusal to answer has led us to determine your non-cooperation with the generous offer we gave you earlier. We are thus forced by your utter lack of action to assume you would rather freeze to death as a world than to have the ability to restart your nation with a set of rulers that actually cared by you. I guess we were wrong in allowing you to make your decision. You have been brainwashed so you are unable to decide for yourselves. For that reason we must apologize for your unloving leaders condemning you to an icy death.

It really was too bad you didn’t take the chance we offered. Good bye.

The light from the sun faltered. The world began to cool off and freeze. The dying world followed its siblings outwards toward the void of interstellar space as the anchor point of the system was removed. It would take a long time to leave the ruins of the system, but time was something the Cassiopeians had run out of.




The Cassiopeian Galaxy, Koranbol System:

There were several fleets in the system, but most of them were undetectable hiding deep within T-Space. The Infiltrator Cruisers had moved a bit away from the rest of the fleet so they could launch their Triple-S vessels to extend their sensors to peer down through the dimensional barriers, getting a very clear look around the system. They would use in addition to the normal suite of sensors their own version of Gravimetric, Mass, Temporal, and Dimensional. If there were ships occupying any of those spectrums, they would be most likely detected in some way.

The Nav Computers hacked and duplicated the systems travel records in a safe unassociated file in case the fleet arrived too late to catch Imperia. They would show what ships arrived in the system, as well as their origin and their destination if they left. The Hyperspace Beacons were needed for navigation and only a military nav computer was thought to be able to access them for the records. Luckily the Imperial Navy had captured some when they destroyed the invasion fleet headed towards Earth.

(TCG, this is where you describe what is here, for the second time)

A warrior queen stands high on the bridge of the Crusader looking cautiously at the dead worlds of the Arco System as the massive vessel pulled nearer to the massive installation where things newer and more powerful rested. The Arco System was the location of Dratheria's top research and ship construction installation previously it had been the Loki system but with it's proximity to the Tyr system it was tactically unsound. Looking out she saw the four timeships being constructed and areas of space where nothing appeared to be moving, their pilots had been warned to avoid those areas at all costs. Kyou looked around at the installation and saw what she was looking for. It was a sealed hanger door being unsealed and as the doors slowly widened she saw the glittering black shape resting inside the hanger. It had been recently reinforced and she saw that the mighty resonance torpedoes were being loaded aboard. She looked on in slight disgust knowing that this weapon could obliterate trillions of lives in a matter of hours. She did not like this plan but at times she realized such drastic measures were necessary. She smiled then looked to her side at the katana attached to the belt on her power armor. She thought to herself silently, John if you were here you would know what to do. She then turned back to her command chair and looked at Admiral Archon in slight amazement as he watched the Sun Crusher being readied with tears in his eyes and she could sense the mood of all of the soldiers around her and it was that this weapon would be the end of so many lives just so they could save their own. She sighed and sat down waiting for the Sun Crusher to be loaded aboard.

Secert IC: Out side The Ten Systems.

If the Allies had any thought of what was in store of The baka Nation Hataria was about to strike, they would be ready for The Attack Pirate Queen Ran'doria de Claw'gaitor was about to do against The baka nation also.

456 Imperial Class Star Destroyers, 532 Victory Class Star Destroyers, 120 Venator-class Star Destroyers, 231 Interdictor Star Destroyers, 129 CR90 Corellian Corvettes, 230,000 X-Wings, 321,000 TIE Torpedo Bombers, 23,000 Cobra Mk I Fighters, 23,982 M12-L Kimogila Heavy Fighters and One Cassiopeia Class Super Star Dreadnought had soon Jumped into Hyperspace heading for where Hataria was going to Invade

OOC: Here is a clue of where Hataria is Attacking.....it is on Earth,,and I will Post The Ground Troops on the Fleet Soon.

The Governor waited impatiently for the delegate from Hataria to arrive. He sent orders to his military command. "If Hataria does not send a delegate within twelve hours, meet in my stateroom to prepare an invasion of Hataria."

Meanwhile, he continued to wait.

The Governor waited impatiently for the delegate from Hataria to arrive. He sent orders to his military command. "If Hataria does not send a delegate within twelve hours, meet in my stateroom to prepare an invasion of Hataria."

Meanwhile, he continued to wait.


The Hatarian delegate was on a 747 heading to Core City, She knew that this would make sure the War would end.

but one more battle would be fought soon and she knew that was when the war would End at last.

"Sir, a 747 is entering Coredian airspace. It's Hatarian, sir." An aide reported to the Governor, who nodded in reply.

"Very well. Escort them to the airport." The Governor said.

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Two X-wings flew up to escort the Hatarian 747 to Core City International Spaceport where a limo waited. Any deviation will of course result in destruction.

"Sir, a 747 is entering Coredian airspace. It's Hatarian, sir." An aide reported to the Governor, who nodded in reply.

"Very well. Escort them to the airport." The Governor said.

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Two X-wings flew up to escort the Hatarian 747 to Core City International Spaceport where a limo waited. Any deviation will of course result in destruction.


The Hatarian Plane fallowed the foghters to the Air Port

Space above TFU

190 War Satellites were over TFU and started launching Missiles at of all thing, TFU's Missile Silos. The Missiles, The new Silo Busters, were non Nukes that were made to Bust Missile Silos, destroying any Chance of the enemy Launching a Nuke Attack.

TFU had lost, they just didn;t know it.

As the 747 landed, the limo and two Royal Guard escort cars zoomed up to the plane when it parked and opened up to await the delegate.

(OOC: Time to put an end to this, I don’t even know why every one is getting so worked up about a silly thread any who)

The USS Tempest II (Or the USS Death knight) was in orbit around terran prime, along with her fleet of 1200 ships.

Orders for this fleet were rather clear, intercept the Cassnopians in sol, and form up with the ten systems fleet of 10,000 ships to clear them from the milky way..



The young commander stood on the Tempests Bridge, over looking the huge work stations, holographic tactical platforms, and a busy body of androids, humans, and AIs working together.

He grinned a little, he looked over to his helm officer (split screen)

On the lead ship of the ten systems fleet the commander did the same thing only more quickly, they both said”Engage!”


The masses of grey from both sectors simultaneously hyper warped out, there grey smooth sleek hulls gleaming as the entered a realm of infinite light infinite possibility infinite color.

Steaks of disrupted space time, blue white and colorful colors of red, orange and many others flew past the huge fleets as they made there way towards sol and intercepting the TCG fleet that had been spotted.

Transports with over 500,000 troops equipment assault tanks, anti mech gun ships and other things raced with the fleet.


( http://www.deviantart.com/view/32419422/) The Tempest II or the death night ( No I have not made up my mind on the name yet so)

As the 747 landed, the limo and two Royal Guard escort cars zoomed up to the plane when it parked and opened up to await the delegate.


the Delegate soon steped out and showed her self, If anyone in Coredia was surprised it would be because The Delegate was a dead woman.......

Grand General Nadia Le Harrve, Grand General of The Imperial Republic of Hataria, had returned

the Delegate soon steped out and showed her self, If anyone in Coredia was surprised it would be because The Delegate was a dead woman.......

Grand General Nadia Le Harrve, Grand General of The Imperial Republic of Hataria, had returned
"Ma'am? In here, please." A guard said, ushering Nadia into the limo. If she recognized Nadia, she didn't show it. The limo and cars soon sped away to Core City's Governor Mansion.

The Hatarian Plane fallowed the foghters to the Air Port

Space above TFU

190 War Satellites were over TFU and started launching Missiles at of all thing, TFU's Missile Silos. The Missiles, The new Silo Busters, were non Nukes that were made to Bust Missile Silos, destroying any Chance of the enemy Launching a Nuke Attack.

TFU had lost, they just didn;t know it.



All Federal Forces went to DEFCON one with in the space of launch detection, SDI and ABM bases, satellites and ships went online instantly.
ABL equipped jumbo jets and B-52 bombers went in to action


Anti SAT SAM missile launched with enormous accuracy towards nuclear satellites, thousands upon thousands swarmed in to the air screeching up to enormous heights.


The SDI and ABM shield maneuvered and targeted incoming ICBM’s LBMS and other Missiles, firing red, green, and blue beams of laser, argon laser and microwave laser fire, thousands of satellites posited and fired. ABM packs from ground and air fired with hundreds of thousands upon hundreds of thousands swarming enemy ICBMS.


The response from the Union was almost instant, thousand of nuclear missile silos, B-52’s , LBM, ICBMS, Sub based nuclear missiles, all launched.

B-52’s headed for Hitarian soil with speed and impeccable accuracy, thousands upon thousand of thermo nuclear missiles , carpet nuclear missiles and other variants flew from Federal silos screeching and tarring through the sky and space.

Several miles away from hitrian borders, LBM launchers fired Intermediate range thermo nuclear weapons towards the hitrian capital and major cities. Subs quickly launched Ohio trident warheads on there missiles.

Thousands of powerful nuclear tipped powered projectiles, busted from land, sea, space, nuclear satellites fired , huge ICBMS towards hitaira and there allies; other missiles from sea, and land, shrieked with incredible speeds targeting major cites, major military bases, missile silos, sea bases and allied nations.

MAD was in effect

(OOC: Time to put an end to this, I don’t even know why every one is getting so worked up about a silly thread any who)

The USS Tempest II (Or the USS Death knight) was in orbit around terran prime, along with her fleet of 1200 ships.

Orders for this fleet were rather clear, intercept the Cassnopians in sol, and form up with the ten systems fleet of 10,000 ships to clear them from the milky way..



The young commander stood on the Tempests Bridge, over looking the huge work stations, holographic tactical platforms, and a busy body of androids, humans, and AIs working together.

He grinned a little, he looked over to his helm officer (split screen)

On the lead ship of the ten systems fleet the commander did the same thing only more quickly, they both said”Engage!”


The masses of grey from both sectors simultaneously hyper warped out, there grey smooth sleek hulls gleaming as the entered a realm of infinite light infinite possibility infinite color.

Steaks of disrupted space time, blue white and colorful colors of red, orange and many others flew past the huge fleets as they made there way towards sol and intercepting the TCG fleet that had been spotted.

Transports with over 500,000 troops equipment assault tanks, anti mech gun ships and other things raced with the fleet.


( http://www.deviantart.com/view/32419422/) The Tempest II or the death night ( No I have not made up my mind on the name yet so)

Secert IC:

the Cassiopeian Fleet wasn't heading for Earth any More, The Fleet was in a Secert Part of The Milky Way Galaxy in its Deep Core were it joined with a Superweapon, a Sun Crusher. The Fleet and The Super Weapon soon Jumped back into Hyper Space and headed off for Target X

All Federal Forces went to DEFCON one with in the space of launch detection, SDI and ABM bases, satellites and ships went online instantly.
ABL equipped jumbo jets and B-52 bombers went in to action


Anti SAT SAM missile launched with enormous accuracy towards nuclear satellites, thousands upon thousands swarmed in to the air screeching up to enormous heights.


The SDI and ABM shield maneuvered and targeted incoming ICBM’s LBMS and other Missiles, firing red, green, and blue beams of laser, argon laser and microwave laser fire, thousands of satellites posited and fired. ABM packs from ground and air fired with hundreds of thousands upon hundreds of thousands swarming enemy ICBMS.


The response from the Union was almost instant, thousand of nuclear missile silos, B-52’s , LBM, ICBMS, Sub based nuclear missiles, all launched.

B-52’s headed for Hitarian soil with speed and impeccable accuracy, thousands upon thousand of thermo nuclear missiles , carpet nuclear missiles and other variants flew from Federal silos screeching and tarring through the sky and space.

Several miles away from hitrian borders, LBM launchers fired Intermediate range thermo nuclear weapons towards the hitrian capital and major cities. Subs quickly launched Ohio trident warheads on there missiles.

Thousands of powerful nuclear tipped powered projectiles, busted from land, sea, space, nuclear satellites fired , huge ICBMS towards hitaira and there allies; other missiles from sea, and land, shrieked with incredible speeds targeting major cites, major military bases, missile silos, sea bases and allied nations.

MAD was in effect

OOC: I fired on your Missile Silos idiot.

OOC: Ever hear of missile defense programs? Even an MT nation could pull something like that off. That and it's quite difficult to tell what warhead is in a missile headed at you, so most nations tend to assume it's a nuke and launch an appropriate retaliatory strike.

Secert IC:

the Cassiopeian Fleet wasn't heading for Earth any More, The Fleet was in a Secert Part of The Milky Way Galaxy in its Deep Core were it joined with a Superweapon, a Sun Crusher. The Fleet and The Super Weapon soon Jumped back into Hyper Space and headed off for Target X


Well you are ignored now TCG, for totally godmoding and totally acting like a jerk to people, frankly I’m not even angry at you or this thread, because its just a thread, and Its not worth my time sitting here trying to do my damned best to keep an rp going with good post that has no hope of Turing out to be reasonable because of the players involved.
Any way what I’m trying to say is I’m ignoring you, for a long while, at least until you get better, I have tired and tired but it has ended in failure. And now this? And you saying you ignore me , that’s rich, you should take a long look at your self before claming any one else godmodes, epically in this thread. Good day.


PS:
Ill still rp ns war 2 with willing opposing and allied nations if you guys want Ill just ignore TCG and hitaria.

TFU's Nuke Attack has been IGNORED!

OOC: I fired on your Missile Silos idiot.


Unfounded flames eh?

With Darkkaan Destroyed and the Galaxy under attack, the Cassiopeian Empire soon fell apart. Some Sectors comeing under The Control of Warlords, the rest soon Formed a New Cassiopeian Republic with The new Throneworld at The Newly Terraformed Cassiopeia Prime it self. Terraformed back to the way it was. The Republic Senate soon decided to make peace with the Allies and sent a Message to Chimaera to go to Earth and aten the Peace talks.

The No Endorse fleet deep within the Cassiopeia Galaxy heeled about, screaming towards a nearby population center, sending an affirmative to the Huntaerian request to aid. They entered the system at a sprint, jumpers hot and weapons primed. All hell let loose the milisecond of entry, they cared not what planet this was, they merely opened fire, waves of torpeedos and walls of energy hurling themselves into the void at the general direction of the planet. Since planets are such large targets, precise aim wasn't too important on torpeedos that can target on the run, and the beam cannons rapidly locked on targeting.

A transmission rang out through the galaxy, sent by every ship in the fleet, and an inhibitor field encompassed the area.

Congradulations local sentients, you have been chosen to be the first planet in a series of ten to fufil the Tenfold Tradition. As your leaders attacked Geonosis, so shall we attack you, but ten times worse. Remember this in your last few moments of life, and curse the leaders that brought you into this inane war.

To those of you who are not of the local system, we may visit you in the course of fufilling the Tradition. If we don't, remember this event always, and cast down your leaders who lead you to ruin, and never tread this path again. May the Gods have mercy on your souls.

The No Endorse fleet deep within the Cassiopeia Galaxy heeled about, screaming towards a nearby population center, sending an affirmative to the Huntaerian request to aid. They entered the system at a sprint, jumpers hot and weapons primed. All hell let loose the milisecond of entry, they cared not what planet this was, they merely opened fire, waves of torpeedos and walls of energy hurling themselves into the void at the general direction of the planet. Since planets are such large targets, precise aim wasn't too important on torpeedos that can target on the run, and the beam cannons rapidly locked on targeting.

A transmission rang out through the galaxy, sent by every ship in the fleet:


The Planet Paltor was destroyed and this was Panicing The Republic Senate, even through it was under the control of a Warlord.

To Stop the enemy from reaching more peopled Planets, the Cassiopeian Republic sent 567 Imperial Class Star Destroyers, 123 Lancer Class Frigates, 234 Victory Class Star Destroyers, 312 Coreillain Corvettes, 432 Broadside-class cruisers, 123,000 Cobra Mk I Intercepters and 108,213 Python Torpedo Bombers to engage the No Endorse Fleet and destroy it.

PROHT intellegence center, New Roanoke Island
The commander had just finished eating his third bag of popcorn, watching Hataria get clobbered, and missiles go flying, the occasional intercepted telegram, when he notied some more odd anommallies...

"What the hell???"

All of Cassopia's Missile silos had been destroyed within seconds, even while he was watching Hataria's massive invasion fleet lay down their arms and surrender.

The commander double checked so that it didn't involve PROHT, it didn't, but it didn't mean that PROHT should sit idle as a country is wide open for attack.

"Ready the task forces, we have a landing exercise coming up, live fire only."

Peace?

What did the Imperium know of peace? It knew fools and vagabounds; wayward souls devoid of perfection, roaming their galaxy with no idea of the countless unfathomable gifts of the Chaos Gods; the grand powers who reigned and triumphed. Whose praises were sung on a hundred worlds; the power to create, to destroy; all vested in the hands of their grandest mortal servants; the Chronosians.

Now; the fleets still in Cassiopeian territory grew restless; Darkkaan was destroyed; but what was one world to a Galaxy? Ripe to be enslaved, subjugated; brutalised...The followers of Khorne and of Nurgle turned with limitless fury and power; their hunger for battle fuelling them. This wretched galaxy and every living being within it would burn. For the glory of the Gods.

They were ready to lash out indiscriminately at worlds and outposts; ready to unleash their hellish lusts upon the tapestry of existence, when a single message from Remiel gave them pause.

Let there be war

And so, in their wisdom; and yet at once in their maddened hunger; they sent forth a galaxy to each and every foreign force within the Cassiopeian Galaxy.

If you are possessed of maps of these territories; share them now; populations centres, military establishments. Show us where to strike and we shall bring this galaxy to its knees. For plague and Blood. For Khorne. For Arioch. For Nurgle. For Pyaray.

Victory for the Lords of Chaos!

Surprisingly, Nightshade has learned much about the Dark since they last truly duelled and she, a bastion of fury herself, had the presence of mind to dodge and deflect the wild blows of Chronos and strike out with precise assaults of wind and Sith lightning of her own, each one designed to incapitate and neutralize the enemy's blows before she can deliver the final blows of bone-crunching punches and kicks, then end it all with the red spear of her lightsaber. At least that's the basic plan...
OOC: *pokes Chronosia*

Maps will not be a problem, my Lord Remiel. Worlds were burned in my path, but the knowledge therein remains. Schools, universities, what Empire is foolish enough not to teach their subjects of their grandeur? We have maps uncounted from our conquests, far more than enough to provide you with new worlds to burn, new sacrifices to the Gods. And what map would be complete without the seat of power? Casseopia Prime is within your grasp, Lord Remiel, dare you close your fist?

The Empire was gracious enough, though relations between it and Chronosia has cooled recently, to send Chronosia the location of the Ten Systems region.

Dare I? Oh Khurganate; you choose to ask me what I dare to do? Right now my brethern of Blood and Plague are ready to cast their will upon a galaxy; to incinerate all before them. As a gift for your sarcastic generosity; I shall appoint Lucian as Lord of any territory I gain. He shall work his gifts upon them, and when we are done; we shall take you on a tour of them.

All for the glory of Nurgle.

A lesser effort is the Coredian effort; pathetic. But we shall respond...Soon enough

Tenetia

A whirling dervish of rage and destruction; he lashed out again and again; ignoring paltry glancing wounds; focussing, his hate and his rage and his malice against one he had once considered as ally, friend; even lover.

All turned to bitter resentment. His imprisonment; robbed of mind and thought; restored now to once and true Glory. A dark tide rose to engulf all before it; and he would rise with it; like a star from the abyss; his glory would engulf all others; black and smouldering in his insanity.

PROHT intellegence center, New Roanoke Island
The commander had just finished eating his third bag of popcorn, watching Hataria get clobbered, and missiles go flying, the occasional intercepted telegram, when he notied some more odd anommallies...

"What the hell???"

All of Cassopia's Missile silos had been destroyed within seconds, even while he was watching Hataria's massive invasion fleet lay down their arms and surrender.

The commander double checked so that it didn't involve PROHT, it didn't, but it didn't mean that PROHT should sit idle as a country is wide open for attack.

"Ready the task forces, we have a landing exercise coming up, live fire only."

OOC: Who Invited you?

Check the list, I'm registered as 'Nuetral'. Mostly been doing as my commander has, sat back and whatched, while eating bag after bag of popcorn waiting for a country weak enough to attack.

I believe my last post on this thread is around page 7...

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Maps will not be a problem, my Lord Remiel. Worlds were burned in my path, but the knowledge therein remains. Schools, universities, what Empire is foolish enough not to teach their subjects of their grandeur? We have maps uncounted from our conquests, far more than enough to provide you with new worlds to burn, new sacrifices to the Gods. And what map would be complete without the seat of power? Casseopia Prime is within your grasp, Lord Remiel, dare you close your fist?


Unlike The Cassiopeian Republic, the Imperial Remnant, a Group of Warlord wasn't so wanting Peace as it was to destroy The enemy. They sent their Own Fleet to attack The Khurganate Fleet and destroy it. 547 Imperial Star Destroyers, 2 Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyers, 563 Victory Class Star Destroyers, 509,0000 Storm Marines, 45,000 Reeker Class Assault Shuttles, 234,000 X-wings and 23,000 Droid Tri Fighters were soon heading to Attack and destroy The Khurganate Fleet......No Survivers.

These ship stats are slight rediculous. The Galactic Empire at it's height had a maximum of six hundred Imperial Star Destroyers, you really need to work on your stats TCG. Right now I guess it has about two hundred if that........

OOC: Ah, yes, but now we get to put the Law of Anime Ninja into play. His fleets shall crumple as if cardboard.

Check the list, I'm registered as 'Nuetral'. Mostly been doing as my commander has, sat back and whatched, while eating bag after bag of popcorn waiting for a country weak enough to attack.

I believe my last post on this thread is around page 7...

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oh, and Hataria is not weaken.

There will indeed be no survivors, but the not how the foolish Casseopians wish...

Drawing himself from his reverie, Tzaanlord Helion smiled. Surrounded by his closest Tzaanlords, his Primarchs, a thousand minds working as one, joined by their devotion to their God. A million souls, countless millions of lobotomised husks, one single will guiding them, coordinating the actions of the fleet, all centered around the massive bulk of the Khurganate flagship, the Changer of the Ways.

As the Casseopian fleet dropped into the Materium, they were greeted by the visage of hell itself. Massive flames burst from the void, twisting into leering shapes and faces, massive Daemonic forms cavorting in the black. Countless gibbering mouths spouted praises to their Lord God, countless claws, running over the surface of the Casseopian's hulls, whispering sweet promises to the crews within, promises of power, promises of death.

Like a miniature sun at the center of the system was the new born Daemon World, flames dancing over its surface as massive limbs sprouted from its protoplasmic core, only to fall back, melting back into oblivion. A single massive eye, unblinking and wreathed in fire, sprouted from the molten surface, staring unblinkingly at the Casseopian fleet.

Welcome, foolish ones, to your new home, humble though it may be. Welcome to your eternal rest, to be watched over forever by the Children of the Warp. Welcome, Casseopians, to hell.

There will indeed be no survivors, but the not how the foolish Casseopians wish...

Drawing himself from his reverie, Tzaanlord Helion smiled. Surrounded by his closest Tzaanlords, his Primarchs, a thousand minds working as one, joined by their devotion to their God. A million souls, countless millions of lobotomised husks, one single will guiding them, coordinating the actions of the fleet, all centered around the massive bulk of the Khurganate flagship, the Changer of the Ways.

As the Casseopian fleet dropped into the Materium, they were greeted by the visage of hell itself. Massive flames burst from the void, twisting into leering shapes and faces, massive Daemonic forms cavorting in the black. Countless gibbering mouths spouted praises to their Lord God, countless claws, running over the surface of the Casseopian's hulls, whispering sweet promises to the crews within, promises of power, promises of death.

Like a miniature sun at the center of the system was the new born Daemon World, flames dancing over its surface as massive limbs sprouted from its protoplasmic core, only to fall back, melting back into oblivion. A single massive eye, unblinking and wreathed in fire, sprouted from the molten surface, staring unblinkingly at the Casseopian fleet.

Welcome, foolish ones, to your new home, humble though it may be. Welcome to your eternal rest, to be watched over forever by the Children of the Warp. Welcome, Casseopians, to hell.


OOC: I haven't Dropped out of Hyperspace, you can't RP Me Dropping out of Hyperspace, that is called Godmoding.

OOC: I haven't Dropped out of Hyperspace, you can't RP Me Dropping out of Hyperspace, that is called Godmoding.
OOC: Oh for the love of God... Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were going to attack me, yes? That basically REQUIRES you to drop out of hyperspace. That and the massive reality distortions caused by the Daemon World would pull you out anyway. So, all I'm doing is saying that you did something that you'd HAVE to do anyway. Quit your bitching and get over it.

The No Endorse fleet rapidly left the area, evacuating into hyperspace immediatly after the planet was destroyed. They came out of hyper far 'above' the Cassiopeia Galaxy, if 'above' can be considered an ordinal direction in space, plotting their next move. A few seconds and a suitable system was located, and the fleet plowed ahead mercilessly.

It made an intricate series of jumps, and came out in the system known as "Cassiopeia Prime" on the holomap. An FTLi was erected immediatly, and every gun in the fleet spoke, a wall of ordinance and energy embracing the black, caressing planetary shields.

The fleet broke up into a dizzying formation, with dozens of cruisers breaking left and right, each group with twice that number of frigates and a handful of escourt carriers. The main formation, a powerful bullet of every imaginable Inferno warship, held standoff range, unleashing volley after volley of weaponry of every shape and size. Energy beams, nuclear missiles, and even the ocassional nova torpeedo shrieked towards Cassiopeia Prime, singing a solomn dirge to the Master of Life and Death, The Forgemaster most High.

Congradulations local sentients and innocent native creatures, you have been chosen to be the second planet in a series of ten to fufil the Tenfold Tradition as mandated by the Gods. As YOU, the leaders of the Cassiopeia Galaxy attacked Geonosis, so shall we attack you, but ten times worse. Remember this in your last few moments of life, and curse the thoughts that brought you into this inane war. It has been far too long since national leaders have truely felt what war is like, it is hoped that this will enlighten you in your last seconds of existance on this plane.

To those of you who are not of the local system, we may visit you in the course of fufilling the Tradition. If we don't, remember this event always, cast down your leaders who lead you to ruin, and never tread this path again. I'm sorry to all innocent civilians, may the Gods have mercy on your souls.

If you are possessed of maps of these territories; share them now; populations centres, military establishments. Show us where to strike and we shall bring this galaxy to its knees. For plague and Blood. For Khorne. For Arioch. For Nurgle. For Pyaray.

Victory for the Lords of Chaos!

A Gestalt somewhere:

Our ally desires what we have

Do we share it?

They will destroy the TCG

Then we shall. Either by our hand or by others we assist, our actions will result in the complete downfall of the TCG. The G’Than’Dehr will be fulfilled

Send The Infamy to give our ally one of the computers we pillaged

It has been commanded

It will be done


Several minutes later, The Infamy materializes near Remiel’s ship. The 80 meter destroyer was easily dwarfed by the larger ship.

This is the Imperial Destroyer, The Infamy. Open your landing bay. We bear what you desire.

After many scans showing the vessel was not only solid and lacking crew space, but it also had the mass signature of a small sun and power readings were incredible. When the Chronosian vessel finally allowed the ship or enter, it did so. The Adaptive Armor flowed and restructured itself to act as the landing gear. Once down, the ship say silently waiting for someone besides the guards to appear.

When someone showed, a single figure materialized and greeted them.

“We received your request for information, which we uniquely possessed. We took out a warfleet and salvaged this. It will be more useful in your hands.”

Behind him, the ship’s bow began to bulge as if there was something growing underneath the hull. The growth slowly dropped until it barely touched the deck and then it formed a lump of armor still connected to the ship. The armor pealed away and was drawn back up into the hull which returned to its seamless finish. Setting upon the deck was one of the Nav Computers salvaged from the ambush near Earth. There were still a couple lights blinking their ready state on the control panel.

“Take this as a gift from one ally to another. Do our shared enemy Justice of a Thousand Blades. Make sure we are there at the end so we can see the light fade from Imperia’s eyes.”

The figure faded away and the ship silently hovered off the deck. It Uplifted into T-Space from within the landing bay. The salvaged Nav Computer sat alone.

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Cool thread... Hey, is the regular universe part of any of this? the universe with all the land-bound nations? For example, what if my region had it's own planet somewhere close to where some of these battles are taking place and are not aware of the existence of alien cultures. Further, what if one of your ships, after being severely damaged in battle, enters the atmosphere of my planet and crashes smack into my capitol building, killing several hundred useless senators and such. Then, in retribution for such an unprovoked attack, I start blowing up all the (infidel)nomads and less metropolitan (also infidel) people outside my nation, spawning a civil war among my people who are disgusted by the useless slaughter of teh innocents? A civil war I take pleasure in crushing into a semi-adhesive gooey substance much like congealed blood.

That would be most awesome.

Oh, but I don't want to be anywhere near the daemons. My people are afraid of horror thingies, that's why the state-sponsored boogeyman looks like some thing out of Alien or Doom 3.
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