NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Now, there are a few rules about joining:
1.) If you are only planning on joining to try to squash the little guy, then you aren't welcome in my thread.
2.) If you want to join the fun on the planet, then feel free to join the thread.

IC: The Nemesis, not only the flagship of the Shadow SeaQuestian fleet, but also the private ship of Prince Phobos himself, was orbiting an standard sized Class M world in an out-of-the-way star cluster. While it had no strategic value, SSQ was interested in it for its reasources. Of course, the resources could not be extracted while the planet was populated, so the matter became one of depopulating the billion or so natives.

In a different orbital pathway drifted a Necropolis, two Firebats, and a Kraken. The ships began pummling the planet's surface and laying waste to cities. After every major population center had been destroyed, troops would be sent in for the mop-up of any stragglers.

Prince Phobos watched the proceedings from his suite aboard the Nemesis.

Five Days Later...

All the native population centers had been destroyed and seventy-five percent of the natives were dead. There were a few remaining military forces scattered around the planet, but they would be dealt with during the mop-up.

The Shadow SeaQuestian ships ceased their orbital bombardment and began beaming troops down to the surface.

Amoung them were the Gung-Ho Guns. A group of assassins that enjoyed killing for killing's sake. It was a sport, a game even, to them.

The Kraken launched its fighters to take out any native jet fighters that were still flight and combat ready.

Unbeknownst to most of the SSQ personnal, the natives had sent a radio-based distress message into the depths of space. Phobos was aware of the signal, but he decided to let it transmit and not jam it.

Messages

Radio message from the planet:

*Static* This is Governor Thompsons of New *Static* City. Our pla*Static* is *Static* attack f*Static* aliens. They came out of nowhere and *Static*. I don't know how many survived the initial attack, but *Static*. We will hold out as long as *Static*.

OOC: Due to the nature of the message (radio), that means no speedy arrivals. Not unless you give me good reason to accept otherwise.

OOC: I'm intrigued and would like to join but I don't want to waste your time or ruin what you had planned. Are you looking for people to jump in on the side of the natives? Jump in on your side? Just curious as my nation is not a large nation yet and does not have the firepower to engage in a major conflict. I could land ground forces to help out the locals though, or something like that.

OOC: I'm intrigued and would like to join but I don't want to waste your time or ruin what you had planned. Are you looking for people to jump in on the side of the natives? Jump in on your side? Just curious as my nation is not a large nation yet and does not have the firepower to engage in a major conflict. I could land ground forces to help out the locals though, or something like that.
OOC: As I'm not that big, either side would be fine. I'm just not looking to be dog-piled by people who only want to waste the new guy.

OOC: Out of pure curiosity, are you SQ? And how long will this message take to reach an ordinary FT nation?

OOC: Out of pure curiosity, are you SQ? And how long will this message take to reach an ordinary FT nation?

1.) The evil side, yes. Part of my planned little war I'm brewing up.

2.) Its radio, MT radio, so light speed. The planet's at around the first Gulf War era tech wise.

OOC: Going to intervene, mainly with Internal Security Bureau officials since most of my heavy hitters are out in Huntaer. Expect a post soon.

OOC:Tag, will post when a verdict is reached over Geonosis at NS war 2.

OOC: Tag

Can I send in a recon ship to try to investigate the attack?

With the power of our prayer we know you'll succeed.
We know coz we're everywhere someone is praying.
Your Nation is interesting, we look after sinners, they are the stones of the Church.
The mind is great, like you we stand near by the small one, they are in great number...

In Us we believe.

OOC: Tag

Can I send in a recon ship to try to investigate the attack?

OOC: That would be an affirmative. As long as you don't pick a fight with the ships I have there, you should be able to get away in one piece.

OOC: Ehh, might as well do a curtesy bump for my badself, lol.

OOC: I use BFG ships, just run the German through a translator.
IC:High command sat around the table, debating the message they'd recieved.
"We don't have the men or machines to spare. With only a third of our fores for home defence, anything could happen in their absence!"
"You forget the orbitals, the monitors, and the militias. They can easily buy us time to return."
"What if the foe has an FTL inhibitor?"
"That's a chance that I'm prepared to take."

Eventually, it was decided to send a single Schlaftflotte, considerably less than the usual Beweglischeflotte, to investigate, without support from the army. It comprised a Krieg battlecruiser, two Monds, a Furchtloss, four Klinges, two Feuersturms, and five Kobras.

The ships tore open warp rifts, and began their voyage.

OOC: Just a FYI, but here are the dimensions of the Nemesis:
Length: 6,505 meters
Beam: 4,880 meters
Height: 1,625 meters
As for what she looks like, picture something similar to the Andromeda Ascendent, only black, instead of silver, with the metallic blue areas, red accents, red lighted areas, and blue lighted areas.
The other ships you can find out about by checking out my fleet database thread.

Now, as I don't feel like logging out and logging back in as SSQ this late at night, I'll just use my SQ account for tonight.

IC: Planet's Surface

Caine the Longshot (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/The%20Gung-Ho%20Guns/caine.jpg) took careful aim and fired his custom sniper rifle.

Two Miles Away...

The cab driver never knew what hit him. The round pierced the windsheild and nailed him between the eyes. His cab swerved and hopped the guardrail of the bridge and fell to a firey impact at the bottom of the ravine. It took the two teenage girls he had as passengers with it to a firey grave.

The message ISB recieved was from far away, and was garbled. This one, however, sounded like a genuine attack to some analysts, who surmised it could be signs of trouble abroad. Others disagreed. They thought it was nothing.

However, since the ISB didn't quite know what was what, they elected to send only a small team that would report back later, and see if it was trouble.

Thus a shuttle with several armed agents flew towards the world....

"Admiral, we're overlapped with the target. Warp out?"
"Warp out. Let's act all passive and stuff. By our standards."
"You mean don't no swearing, just nice, U-rated battles to the death?"
Even the Captain had to stifle a snigger as Admiral Schuldorf muttered about today's reckless youth.
"I mean lets not shoot until we know what we're dealing with, and try that stunt again and your in irons, Erhardt."
"Yessir."
The fleet dropped from the warp, in plain site from even a nuclear age sensor post on the planet, and waited for the competition to move.

Orbit

Only the Nemesis was situated in an orbit where she could see the arrival of the Boozian fleet. The other Shadow SeaQuest ships were in geo-sync orbits over targets on the other side of the world.

D.E.S. Nemesis - Prince Phobos's Observation Room

A light on a console lit up indicating the ship's Captain wanted to speak with him. Phobos opened the private intercom channel.

"Sir," said the Captain's voice, "unidentified ships have arrived."

"Have they taken hostile action?"

"Not yet, your highness. It appears that they are waiting for us to make a move."

"Interesting. Ignore them for now."

"As you wish, your highness."

"Now, how are the Gung-Ho Guns doing on the planet's surface?"

"Scans indicate that only twenty-five million of the original two-hundred-fifty million when they went down are left."

"Good. Oh, Captain, have my shuttle prepped. I'm going down. Can't let them have all the fun."

"As you wish, oh imperious leader."

Phobos hit the control to close the channel. The light shining in through the windows shone with reflected glory from his armor and sheathed sword, the Frostmourne.

OOC: Here's what Phobos's armor and sword look like.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/arthus_with_frostmourne.jpg
Note: I know the face isn't right, but just replace the head of the guy in the pic with Phobos's and you'll get what it looks like.

The ISB shuttle flew closer to the world. It's pilot manuevered carefully, to avoid slamming into anybody and to stay just out of enemy sensors.

Equipped with a Firefox cloaking device, it was able to mask itself as its crew spotted two fleets in orbit. One agent ran a panorama pic of the fleets with the ISB Command. One fleet was Boozian alright. The other was SeaQuestian, but the insignia and war paint was nonstandard. This was different.

OOC: ND, you should have everything I have in orbit, excluding the Nemesis, read as a SeaQuestian design, only with different paint jobs (basically what they are).

IC: If the ND ship entered the planet's atmosphere, then the Nemesis would pick it up. Not due to breaching the cloak, but by tracking the atmospheric pressure waves caused by the ship moving through the air.

OOC: ND, you should have everything I have in orbit, excluding the Nemesis, read as a SeaQuestian design, only with different paint jobs (basically what they are).

IC: If the ND ship entered the planet's atmosphere, then the Nemesis would pick it up. Not due to breaching the cloak, but by tracking the atmospheric pressure waves caused by the ship moving through the air.

The ISB Shuttle decided to observe the fleets, staying away and maintaining cloak and comms silence to stay undetected. They began trying to get into the SeaQuestian networks to get a sense of what was going on. One of the officers opened up her laptop, and began initiating hacking protocols, trying not to arouse computer security.

OOC: My ships are all BFG, but without the gothic decoration and with "Sieg Nach Boozia!" and similar scrawled over their gundecks.
IC:"No reaction. Either they've got sensor damage, or their not reacting, and that big one seems in fine shape."
"Let's stick our noses in. All ships advance!"
The fleet moved forward rapidly, making an unnecessary show of closing the torpedo tubes, so as not to provoke hostility.

OOC: tag.

I'm not really sure that SQ understands what BFG; BFG, I assume, is Battlefleet Gothic; and it comprises of the Space vessels for the 40k Verse. Most notably Battlefleet Gothic itself, which is the Imperium's vessels. Derivatives thereof (Along with the specific vessels designed and built by the forces of Chaos themselves) Exist within the Chronosian Imperial Navy. I will happily direct you to sites that showcase their killing power; unless Boozia wishes to do so himself ^^

I believe I'll get involved in this

OOC: Society-wise, SSQ is based on the Terran Empire from Star Trek's Mirror Universe. Or did I already say that?

IC: The ND ship's attempt at hacking would find that computer security was tighter than a crab's buttox(sp?). Unkown to them, their access of the computer lit up an indicator on the security console on the bridge and automatically sent a worm back along the signal along with a simple virus to keep them busy while the worm browsed their computers. If the virus didn't bother them, they would find that all the files they could access were so encrypted, they couldn't even access a basic history without an officer's clearance code.

A cloaked shuttle launched from the hanger of the Nemesis closest to the planet and descended into the atmosphere.

OOC: Phobos's shuttle launched cloaked as I haven't decided what it looks like yet.

IC: D.E.S. Nemesis - Bridge

"Hmm," thought the Captain, "He said to use my own discreation when dealing with this fleet."

He looked up at Phobos's Command Throne located at the center of the bridge. While not as high as his throne back on the capital planet, it was still a good meter above the floor. Every system, everything on the ship in fact, could be rerouted and controlled from that Command Throne.

The Captain decided to send the Boozian ships a message:

Unidentified ships. State your business here.

OOC: Yeah, Battlefleet Gothic, very specifically, to the point where I don't even use the armeggadon ships, but that may change soon. Found at http://www.specialist-games.com/battlefleetgothic/Default.asp IC: "Well, come here to further the interests of my country, and my juniors do as well, but would happily pounce on a head-cracking oppurtunity. Now you state yours." The fleet immediatley swung to show their broadsides.

The Captain drafted a quick reply:

We are here for the resources. Though, currently we are eliminating the locals to give our people practice and they are in the way of our extraction methods.

OOC:
@Chrono: You're welcome to join. SSQ doesn't have an IC beef with you. In fact, we are probably alot alike IC'ly.
@NB: Ehh, that link was just about the game. I'm quite aware that BFG is the boardtop aspect of the WH40k universe and what the ships look like.

OOC: Society-wise, SSQ is based on the Terran Empire from Star Trek's Mirror Universe. Or did I already say that?

IC: The ND ship's attempt at hacking would find that computer security was tighter than a crab's buttox(sp?). Unkown to them, their access of the computer lit up an indicator on the security console on the bridge and automatically sent a worm back along the signal along with a simple virus to keep them busy while the worm browsed their computers. If the virus didn't bother them, they would find that all the files they could access were so encrypted, they couldn't even access a basic history without an officer's clearance code.

The virus did bother the ISB-antivirus sensors roared as angry messages flashed onscreen and the agent yelled, "S*it!" She disconnected from the SeaQuestian network and the ship's computer then began running antivirus protocols, plus actively going in herself to try and disinfect her laptop.

Still, the anti-virus protocols onboard the ship itself not only picked up the virus, but detected another suspect file to be dealt with (OOC: Your worm). Thus, the agent deleted the file, but began to report malfunctions as she tried to perform disinfections. It would take a bit to clean everything; even with the other agents, who knew some computer skills, pitched in to try and clean up.

OOC: The game is where the stats are found.
IC: Schuldorf pondered the situation. He go with this "Phobos", and maybe get a slice of the system, or ally with the natives, and leave them in debt. The second option seemed to curtail a bigger slice of the system.
"Land all the marines we have available, but keep the ships passive, on full alert. If they move a lift a finger in aggresion, land or space, we'll blow them right to Niflheim."

The virus, as it was merely intended as a distraction, wouldn't be that hard to purge. However, the worm would be as it would burrow and replicate utilizing any and all free space on the hard drive.

OOC: Only around 20 million natives left at this point.

OOC: Bump.

OOC: You say you once had 250 million troops, but your population is 29 million. The biggest FT conversion I usually accept is x10.
IC:A pair of bulky lighters and a smaller and more agile ship dropped into the atmosphere, deployed therir cargo of five Valkyries (OOC: 40K), and left again. The little craft hurtled towards a registered activity site, pinging actively.

The virus, as it was merely intended as a distraction, wouldn't be that hard to purge. However, the worm would be as it would burrow and replicate utilizing any and all free space on the hard drive.

OOC: Only around 20 million natives left at this point.

The worm's effects soon began to take hold, as chaos broke out in the ship. Frantically, the anti-virus tried to roto-rooter out the infected files, but it looked like things were going bad...

The captain decided to make an emergency landing. They moved to the opposite side of the planet as fast as possible, and then decloaked and proceeded to begin atmospheric entry....

OOC: No, I meant 250 million of the local native population was left alive at that point in time.
I, for one, don't go with that wank FT pop enhancment thing. I've always RP'ed with my NS set population.

IC: Prince Phobo's shuttle was relayed the info about the two groups descending to the planet's surface by the Nemesis. He altered course to land mid-way between the two groups.

OOC: Me neither.
IC: The squadron continued to hurtle along, when the voice of Schuldorf's comm officer crackled into the cockpit.
"Marines, we have a shuttle from the landed army, heading to a point not far from you. Intercept, and be warned. The old man thinks he's probably got some wierd powers."
The commanding Leutnant groaned. Wizards, Jedi, psions. Whatever you called them they ment trouble. And they always argued about the flows of the force or the danger of using fire spirits and whatnot, while the soldiers of the Schnapsemarinetruppen and their comrades in the other services were left to fight a real war, with ships, and guns, courage. Bloody freaks of nature.
The squadron began to slow down as they neared the shuttles EPA.

OOC: Hmm, your guys are for a surprise then when they meet Phobos if they think that way. My Dark Magick is very different from what they must have encountered before IC'ly.
Though it might have been possible to triangulate the shuttle's location through the telemetry sent to it from the Nemesis or from atomspheric turbulance from its passage, I still don't see how you could detect it through its still active cloaking device. Though, I'll let it slide, this time.

IC: Phobos set his shuttle down on the roof-top of a ten-story building in the down-town of the city between the two incoming non-SSQ craft. He got out of his seat, retrieved his weapons, and exited the shuttle.

Looking over the edge at the people scurring about below, he grinned sadistically.

"Hmm," he thought as he licked his lips, "This is going to be fun."

OOC: No, I meant 250 million of the local native population was left alive at that point in time.
I, for one, don't go with that wank FT pop enhancment thing. I've always RP'ed with my NS set population.

IC: Prince Phobo's shuttle was relayed the info about the two groups descending to the planet's surface by the Nemesis. He altered course to land mid-way between the two groups.

The ISB was now on the planet. They sent out one last distress signal to Los Angeles, and then grabbed whatever weapons they could out of the shuttle's locker before rigging the manual self-destruct. The one thing probably the worm didn't get at...

They then fled and tried to run for cover, as the shuttle summarily detonated.

The ISB was now on the planet. They sent out one last distress signal to Los Angeles, and then grabbed whatever weapons they could out of the shuttle's locker before rigging the manual self-destruct. The one thing probably the worm didn't get at...

They then fled and tried to run for cover, as the shuttle summarily detonated.

The explosion was picked up by the orbiting Nemesis. She began to re-direct surface scans from looking for any surviving natives to the site of the explosion.

The agents were lucky to be alive...but they took stock of their situation.

They were on a foreign world. Surrounded by hostiles. No shuttle. And only rail-SMGs, a few grenades, and a shotgun capable of slamfire (OOC: term for when you can hold the trigger down and pull the slide repeatedly for sustained fire) for defense. Fark.

They bet that whoever was up there, scans would be searching for them. Thus, they tried to find brush, or perhaps a cave to hide in....

Phobos could care less about non-native visitors to the planet when the Nemesis informed him about it over his personnel communicator. He was too busy jumping from roof-top to roof-top scouting for places to plant the seeds he was carrying. They would grow and merge into a plant that drew the life-energy from an area and transported it to a central location, just like the primary one back on the capital planet of Metamoor where a pool inside his Dark Citadel was at the core.

The head of the ISB team, meanwhile, opened his communicator and tried to make contact with any friendlies out there. He picked a secure ISB band from Luxembourgia, and said, "Mayday, mayday, ISB Luxembourgia, this is Sparrowhawk, this is Sparrowhawk. I have been shot down over target area. Request retrieval. Repeat, request retrieval. Over."

Meanwhile, they found a cave, and made camp there, making sure to hide in its deepest recesses....

Unfortunately, the cave was already home to the local equivilant of a grizzly bear.

It didn't appear at all happy having its home invaded.

Unfortunately, the cave was already home to the local equivilant of a grizzly bear.

It didn't appear at all happy having its home invaded.

The agents promptly ran. The man with the shotgun covered their rear, firing buckshot into the "bear" as much as possible using the slamfire on his gun.

OOC: Sorry, forgot the shuttle was cloaked. And this isn't too important, but I have five Vakyries. Boozians go for numbers.
IC: "We got a message, ISB or something, didn't catch it. Orders?"
"Send one plane over to check. The rest, keep on heading."
One Valkyrie detached towards the rough origin of the message, while the other four hung low and the troopers rappled dowm into the city streets below.

The agents promptly ran. The man with the shotgun covered their rear, firing buckshot into the "bear" as much as possible using the slamfire on his gun.

OOC:
@ND: I'm assuming the shotgun is projectile and not an energy varient.
@NB: Its alright. No harm done.

IC: A full blast of the angent's shotgun pellets slamed into the animal's face. Some took out its eyes, while others lodged in its brain, killing it. The New Dornalia agents wouldn't be going hungry for a week, minimum.

OOC:
@ND: I'm assuming the shotgun is projectile and not an energy varient.
@NB: Its alright. No harm done.

IC: A full blast of the angent's shotgun pellets slamed into the animal's face. Some took out its eyes, while others lodged in its brain, killing it. The New Dornalia agents wouldn't be going hungry for a week, minimum.

OOC: You guessed right.

IC:

The agents then proceeded to call up their PDA's, and crosscheck the animal with their survival guides to see which bits were edible. In the meantime, they began to try and take cover in the cave...and prepped their knives for the task of prepping the "bear" for supper.

OOC: You guessed right.

IC:

The agents then proceeded to call up their PDA's, and crosscheck the animal with their survival guides to see which bits were edible. In the meantime, they began to try and take cover in the cave...and prepped their knives for the task of prepping the "bear" for supper.

Luckily, just like an Earth bear, the parts you didn't want to eat were the organs that filtered out toxins. Also, as chance would have it, they had actually put the animal out of its misery. It obviously had arthirtis and joint cancer, and would have died of old age with-in a few days.