NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10853961#post10853961
There's the thread leading up to this.

IC: It was devastation. The proud, united League, reduced to mere ashes. Orb was destroyed. The massive station, built with love, care, and decades of work, gone in the space of hours. Two of the most populated planets were gone.

Most of the fleet was gone. Most of it to the endless assault of the machines. Some had fled, to form new colonies, to save the New Realm. Those that remained were few. Perhaps fifty capital ships remained, and those that did were battered, old, and weak. Hardly enough to stand up to one of the vicious assaults of the Interdictor.

Worlds had been shattered. They had been ripped into their component atoms, leaving nothing but radiation and fragments behind. Worlds had been burnt. Relentless armies had slaughtered countless millions, the bodies of the slain incinerated in vain attempts to destroy the armies of the machines by fire.

The Realm, once mighty, and great, one of the powers that rivalled those most powerful, was little more than a shattered wreck. People sat on worlds, trying to harvest food by hand, machines that had done their work for millenia silent, and without power. The great city-world, Maladria, once home to two billions of people, and with a city covering an entire continent, pleasure-domes, death-duels, and opulent luxury common among the pampered population, was now a massive riot, people fighting for food, and for buildings, for anything that could help them stay alive.

There were only seven worlds of any note left. The hundreds of 'resource colonies', automated colonies, with automated miners, had gone dead, without power to fuel them. Truespace was no longer frequented by great fleets, instead, the strange, deadly dimension was empty, those with ships used them for scrap, used their power cells to supply replicators for food. The Magnate of Maladria, Relan, decided to use what remained of his personal power generators to send a message. The Realm had been shattered, that he knew. Perhaps a new allegiance could save them now.

Message from the New Realm, Magnate Relan - A plea for aid\

<openmessage>
<nonencrypted>

We are dying. Perhaps we will die. We are crumbling away, our great cities, and civilization, ground into nothing in mere weeks. The New Realm has fallen. The fleets that once protected our borders were destroyed. The destruction wrought upon us is too great to recover from. We beg of those who remain, those who remain with compassion in their hearts. Save us. Seven worlds, six weak, and virtually unknown remain. I am the Magnate, leader of the Maladran system. I would gladly declare my allegiance to one who might save us. If you wish to help, I have included information about those seven worlds which remain.

Maladria
[co-ordinates]
Information: Maladria is the greatest city-world of the New Realm. Two billion people remain here, and we have little food. Perhaps enough for two days for all of us. Already, riots have begun, and we cannot control the planet. We require aid, or we will surely be reduced unto nothing.

Rkll
[co-ordinates]
Information: Rkll is the second greatest world remaining. Perhaps ten million people remain on this deadly mining world. We estimate that they have a few weeks to live, at best. Their shields will fail soon, and they will all die. Perhaps they already have

Agrhe
[co-ordinates]
Agrhe contains perhaps ten million people. Agrhe's populace live on the factory-moon. They cannot live for long. Again, we plead for someone to save them. No doubt the factories there will prove valuable to anyone who wishes for them.

Yx
[co-ordinates]
Yx has twenty million people populating it. This gentle agricultural world will no doubt survive on its own, yet....We cannot be sure...

Illyan
[co-ordinates]
Illyan is the second mining world that we know remains. It produces great quantities of many metals, and transforms them into more compact metals using nanomachinery. Perhaps but a million remain on Illyan.

Orb/Tyllis
[co-ordinates]
Orb is a great station that is in the Tyllis system. Three planets in the Tyllis system are colonised, to provide food and raw materials for Orb. We believe the station was under attack, however.

Ecroll
[co-ordinates]
Ecroll is the last system we know of that will not survive. Ecroll contains over five thousand fusion power stations, and many geothermic ones. It also contains the largest power cell manufacturing plant in the Realm. However, it will starve within perhaps a month.

<endmessage>

It was a simple message, beamed through all space, except anywhere near Orb. The sentience could not learn of this. If it did.. The Magnate shuddered. He shut down the lights in his house, and the receivers. They took far too much power to maintain. He could hold the spaceport, he believed, with the remaining power, and perhaps the military compound nearby. His house was directly next to the minor spaceport they could keep running, and, thus, he believed he could defend himself from the rampaging mobs until help arrive... At least, he hoped he could...

Above Maladria a gravity anomaly appeared. Space was torn open as a maw appeared, growing into a fully developed Wormhole.

A single ship arrived and it approached the planet. As it approached, several probes were launched which sped off to form a detection system and to mask the disturbance caused by the wormhole. The ship held position above the planet.

This is the Balrogga Empire. We have heard your call for assistance and have decided to lend you aid. We ask for nothing in return.

Several ships emerged from the opening. Military ships were the first to arrive. The great carriers of the Empire arrived and disgorged their contents of cruisers, battleships, destroyers, and frigates. Once the area was secured, freighter after freighter began to emerge. They approached the spaceport and began to take turns landing so they could unload the food supplies. Several frigates also landed, allowing the military to set up power generators using the ship as the source. That would allow the fast deployment of the food stocks.

Several shuttles were moving back and forth between the Deity Carrier and the planet, transporting health personal and medical equipment. Among them was the command shuttle carrying the fleet admiral. He had arrived to talk to the Magnate, in an attempt to determine which worlds needed intervention the most.

The admiral walked up to the Magnate’s door and politely knocked.


OOC:

I am assuming this is taking place seperate from the NS war so I can spare the ships. I am planning on helping all the worlds if I get the chance to. The weekend is comming up and I work 16 hr shifts Friday and Saturday. I will post when I can but it will not be very regular until Sunday morning after I get home.

The United Republics of Vespeterium Minor offers aid in food for your people and a refuge on the planet of Ixiona for your leaders. The food will take around 17 hours to reach the planet of Maladria, but alas I do not think we can reach the other planets. If you wish to settle your leaders in Ixiona while the mob rampage, then we will send our fastest ship to pick you up.

Ixiona is a small planet on the puter reaches of our domain, so from their you should still be able to direct the aid effort. If you do not wish to leave your people, that is understandable. We will dispatch our our transports for food immediately.

This is a Emergency Decree by Reein Sovo Axes Vespeterium, Grand Archan of the United Republics of Vespeterium Minor.

ooc: I guess just post whatever damage there is to the station
Orb:
The plea for aid had been heard by the Abh Empire and targets that could be helped immediatly were prioritzed while the others would receive aid in a short time. Oribiting stations were Abh specialties considering that the capital itself was one massive orbiting city. Ten Abh destroyers and a number of supply vessels carrying anything from food to materials for repair, tore out of Hyperspace

Orb seemed to have been through hell and back. Pressurized helmets were ordered out and marine divisions entered the shuttles first to make sure there was no one lingering that shouldn't be. Marine dropships fired off and headed towards the docking bays to began clearing sweeps from level to level. Once completed, repairs would begin to bring the station back online and restore pressure to the interior.

Agrhe:
Several Whitestar class ships and Transport vessels exited hyperspace over the moon. The mission here was to evacuate and take the civilians to a secure location until they could be returned to their soveriegn nation. The massive transports began descending on the moon to evacuate them.

*** Beta Triangulas System, approx 615 lightyears to the galactic west of Pardal, the Thugese capital world ***

Without warning, the relay station blinked from standby to active. On the exterior of the station, duralloy arms extended like the tentacles of an octopus and oriented themselves out into the Void.

Message incoming.........standby.
Message received.
Decrypting.........no encryption detected.

The relay station's child-like AI examined the message for 0.0321 seconds before assigning a priority and encoding the message using proper Fleet protocols. Antennae were re-oriented and a burst transmission sped the message on it's way to Fleet Central in the Omicron system. It's duty fulfilled, the Thugese relay station powered down to standby mode.

*** 3 days later, Fleet Central, Omicron System ***

"These people are obviously in dire straits Commodore. That being the case, the Chancellor and the Cabinet have decided that the Republic will assist as best we can. The resources available are limited but we should be able to get to this mining world, Illyan, in time to assist those that are still alive. The planning of the operation is your responsibility of course. Understood?" The somber face of the Minister of Defense stared back at him from the screen of the terminal of his office.

"Of course Minister. We'll take care of it," replied Commodore Oscar de Lafroye.

"I'm sure you will. Be careful Commodore," and with that the screen blanked.

Forty-eight hours later, the Thugese relief fleet departed Fleet Central on a direct course for the hyper limit of the Omicron System. It was not a large fleet, consisting of only eleven ships of which seven were civilian transports and freighters. The two massive freighters were loaded with foodstuffs, prefab housing structures, medicine, and even some heavier construction equipment. The five transport's themselves were largely empty, save for the single Marine brigade embarked on the transport Wayfarer, but each had the space and life support capacity to transport nearly 90,000 people a piece. These transports were an insurance policy of course, in the event that the mining and housing infrastructure itself was unsalvagable. If that was the case, they would evacute as many survivors as possible and get the hell out of there. The remaining vessels in the fleet were pure Navy. Two of the new Nova Class battlecruisers and two Scimitar class heavy missle cruisers prowled the perimiter of the small fleet, sensors probing the deepest reaches of space. One thing could be said of the Thugese Navy, they never did anything half-assed. Traveling at the best speed of the civilian vessels, it would take almost six days to reach the planet Illyan. Commodore de Lafroye hoped that would be soon enough.

OOC: I'm just jumping in. I hope that is OK. I guess we'll see what's going on at Illyan when the fleet arrives. That'll be in my next post.

"admiral, we have an open transmission from one identifing himself as the magnate of maladria. seems they have some serious problems.'
any data on them?
aside from what's in the message, minimal, we know their society was well integrated into their computer network, other than that, only scattered rumors.
Ok, any worlds on that list within a reasonable response distance?
Two,
Yx and Ecroll
Ecroll is a manufacturing world, significant geothermal resources.
Yx, an agricultural outpost, probably self-supporting for the moment.

very well, prepare a relief convoy, assume minimal local infrastruicture

within hours of reciving the message, the first ships of the relief effort reach Yx, carrying a communications sattilite array, and a prefab spaceport. and a gunship escort, in case of opportunistic raiders.

Local environmental conditions appear within standard range, no immidiate climactic threats detected.
very well, keep montoring, if they used weather control, things might get rough down there.

and get the communications network online.

{in addition to the satilite array, the communications array includes several automated ground stations, after deployment sites are chosen, they land autonomously, and allow a basic communications network to be erected quickly. the unit is designed to attract attention to itself on landing, and be simple to operate.}
{ooc: ecroll will be covered in the next post.}

OOC: Wow.. I slept for quite some time. Anyways, I think I'll address my replies to everyone one-by-one to save time and confusion, naturally starting with the first, first.

IC:

Balrogga: The Magnate saw ships descend from the sky.. He had heard the transmission. They were Balroggans, allies. It was well that they had come to help. He heard the knock on his door. He fingered his pistol. It would suffice to render unconsious any carbon-based beings, but, if the gangs had snuck up on him... He decided to take the risk. Better to look proud, and as if the Realm still stood. Hiding.. Well, if he died, better to die keeping his pride. He wished the security nanocameras hadn't been destroyed by an electrical pulse nearby, well, the cameras hadn't been disabled, but the connections to the viewports had been.

He opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see Balroggans standing there. He smiled broadly, and spoke "Hello, hello! I don't know what to say, as I'm overwhelmed by the suppport..". He proffered his hand.

Vespeterium Minor:

New Realm Comminique, low-power, tightband - We'll be fine. It seems that Balrogga, an ally of old, has come to bail us out. However, at this time, we believe we will be able to confiscate several hundred warehouses full of 'duelsticks', or rifle with a high rate of fire, that can be jacked neurally into the user's mind. Such warehouses we intend to use for trade, once we restore order to Inner-Centre City, and, if you have any use for such weaponry, we would be more than willing to trade it for foodstuffs and portable fusion or fission generators, or any other power generators that will run without requiring to be built into the ground

The Humankind Abh:

OOC: I'll just assume you arrive sometime after the Reken/AI force battle.

IC: The Abh were met with a dreadful sight. The station, nigh twenty kilometres in length, the largest craft ever to have been built by the New Realm, although, of course, it had not been completed, the great engines to move it, and transform it into the Realm's flagship had not even been started, nor had the defenses been complete, was ripped apart. Bodies, and scrap metal drifted through space, and electrical lights, and wires flickered uselessly. The station itself was littered with bodies, both those of strange metallic spiders, some still moving occasionally, and thousands upon thousands of human bodies, most ripped apart, some simply dead, inside untarnished suits. As they moved inside...

They would see Magnius. Once the leader of the Realm, he had lived for nigh five hundred years, every minute of his life spent bettering the Realm as best he could, dead, with a massive hole through the back of his neck. His hand was slumped, next to a massive antimatter bomb.. Two of the three switches pulled. (OOC: The bomb's disabled, by the way. It might look fairly ominous, however)


Arghe was still producing ships, the machinery moving on, oblivious to the cries of the people starving outside. Perhaps six hundred fighters, fifty frigates, and twelve cruisers had been assembled in the last few months. They sat there, pristine, lined up neatly in ship-shields in the spaceport. The people on the moon, however, were almost all going to die. A third were dying of hunger, another third, growing weak. The last third were already dead, and, since cannabalism had been programmed into the NeuraNet to be the most repulsive of all things, those who still lived would go to their graves rather than eat the dead.

Ham-fisted thugs:
Illyan, for the moment, was safe. The great atmosphere domes would last for weeks yet, and the power, in some places, was active. Many had died, perhaps half, perhaps more, but, as it was, the people continued to congregate into tighter areas, scrounging for food, using what power they had carefully. They didn't have much hope, however, they continued their attempts to survive. Most of them were trained miners, who knew how to survive weeks in the deadly asteroid belts. Hanging on for rescue was part of their lives..

Gelfland:

Yx and Ecroll were both safe worlds. Unlike many worlds, they did not have stockpiles sufficient to feed the people on them for five years, as the minor worlds, which housed but a few thousand, did. Yx had sufficient stockpiles, but the world itself suffered from lack of power, and had only one functioning spaceport. The society of the world remained largely intact, as did the leadership. Yx had no Magnate, instead, it had a Planetary Governor, as smaller, and less prominent colonies were grouped together, and had a System, or a Sector Magnate.

Ecroll, however, was starving. The replicators on Ecroll, the nanoassembly machines could produce food, but hardly enough to supply the entire world with sustenance. They had power, and shuttles. Many began to flee the system, trying vainly to rip open a hole in Truespace, and use a homemade stabiliser to travel. Most failed. However... The world wouldn't last for long. Scraps of food were fought over, and those who could, killed, and used the bodies of their victims to replicate. Ecroll had long been the home of reeducated Realm prisoners and convicted criminals, those that nanoreconstructive surgery had been deemed too harmful, or that their minds, left intact, could be healed to become full citizens once more. Ecroll had been the perfect place for them, as the nanoassemblers could not be interfered with, and the moon was well-defended against delinquents trying to rescue them... It had backfired, the lawful citizens could see. Backfired most dreadfully..

sIC: Meanwhile, on a planet, far away, ten thousand people drudged out a new life. They were the first colony of what was considered to be the only remainder of the New Realm by them, as much of the fleet had fled, to save themselves, when the first attacks had hit. Six more colonies such as that had been set up, almost an entire galaxy away. It was what remained of a coherent, functioning society, that had been established scarce weeks before, by the self-proclaimed Supreme Magnate, who had decided to forsake his name.. Factories were being set up, farms were being created. With the technology and ships he possessed, he could refound the Realm, he felt. Refound and rebuild the glory that had been shattered over the past few weeks..

General Meiffert of the First Phial from D'Hara lead his men in. It was a grisly sight indeed. Sporatic rounds were fired every now and then at the spider-like creatures. Lights touched on each of the bodies illuminating what must have been horrible deaths. Counting them was out of the question as there were plainly too many. A second team was brought in to begin organizing the dead and putting them into body bags for delivery to the government so that they may be burried according to local traditions. Spiders were swept up and dispose of.

A man laying near a bomb that threatened his entire marine unit took most of his attention. "I want this off of the station and dismantled."

Another soldier's voice came through the communication link in the pressurized helmet. "What of the body?"

"Tag it and bag it along with the rest. He appears to be of importance so I would imagine that his people will want his body returned for proper burial."

The man saluted and carted the body off. Repair bots from the supply ships began retrieving armor plates to meld to the outside of the station while the marine crew began looking for power units to bring the station back online.

The ships that landed on Arghe were well equipped with water and food supplies. People were ordered to see a medic for checkup and proper treatment while marine crews began collecting the dead. A request was sent back to HQ for a few warships to guard the Realm's finished ships from pirates.

The Command-Carrier Pegasus jumps out of hyperspace at the edge of Maladria's orbit, leading a fleet made up of twenty Aegis class cargo vessels, twelve Hyperion class medical vessels and six Apollo class frigates as an escort.

A message is transmitted from the Pegasus:

"Greetings, I am Admiral Jack Maxwell, in command of the D.S.S Pegasus. I have been sent by the region known as the Delaware Highlands bringing with me a multi-national taskforce to assist with relief efforts. I was not sure which planet to head to as I have seen many responses to your message so I ordered a jump directly to the source of the transmission. So if it wouldn't be any trouble I'd like to ask you to specify where we are needed so we may coordinate this properly. I await your response. Thank you. Pegasus out."

THA - The station was utterly wrecked. Virtually nothing could truly be repaired, simply because the devastation wrought was on far too great a scale to allow repairs. The station itself, however, was drifting towards one of the colony words of Tyllis, Ryyt. The great thrusters offline, there wasn't really that much it could do to stabilise its position.

On Arghe, people stormed in from all directions, to try and get the water, and food. The ships, however... They formed a potent, yet small fleet. Enough, perhaps, to help restore order to other areas.. The nanomachinery churned on, as it had been programmed to do...

TEF - OOC: Balrogga's actually the one in orbit/landed right now. The Magnate doesn't actually have any receivers or the like active, so you might want to transmit a message to the fleet in orbit/landing/taking off Maladria.

(OOC: Damn, didn't find this one 'till you told us the other thread ended.)

The Millenium returned to Orb and were shocked to find that the station was still intact. The contingency plan had failed, then. With it this time were two Galileo Battleships and four Manticore Phased Array Cruisers.

"Oh my god... We're too late... The Rogue has won..."

Their only hope was that the Rogue had not managed to break into the datastores, though by now it was far too late.

There were, however, unidentified vessels docked to the station.

This is the UASV Millenium, Identify yourselves!

Knowing that the Interdictor had attacked the station earlier, their apprehensiveness was understandable.

"We are here. What can we do to help. I came directly here because you are the first we have heard form. I can have ships at the other coordinants within ten minutes by Wormhole, less if they are within 40 Ly."

"I have ordered Infiltrator Cruisers ahead to scout out the other systems to see where the help is needed the most. They should be arriving there shortly."

The Admiral waited a few moments for the news to sink in so the disbelieving leader could think clearly.

"Would you like to set up Command here, or if you wish, we can go up to The Athena and direct the rescue operations from the Deity carrier. We would have the resources set up aboard the ship and ready to go but if you wanted this building to become a symbol for your people, we can have a temporary Command set up by the time we should be getting reports from the scouts."


OOC:

You decide and write me into the post. Go ahead and describe the results of the scouting. If you can remember what my sensors are like, you can control my ships. Just don't break my toys too much...

THA - The station was utterly wrecked. Virtually nothing could truly be repaired, simply because the devastation wrought was on far too great a scale to allow repairs. The station itself, however, was drifting towards one of the colony words of Tyllis, Ryyt. The great thrusters offline, there wasn't really that much it could do to stabilise its position.

On Arghe, people stormed in from all directions, to try and get the water, and food. The ships, however... They formed a potent, yet small fleet. Enough, perhaps, to help restore order to other areas.. The nanomachinery churned on, as it had been programmed to do...


"Alright repairs aren't going as planned. How is the repair facility going?"

"Sir, we have about 75% of the facility finished. That should stabilize it and allow for more extensive repairs."

A large metallic rings was being constructed around the station with huge mechanical arms that were used for repairs of starships. This would allow for ease when removing entire panels and structure frames from the station and replacing them. It would also be able to stabilize it within a sphere of influence.

Shuttle after shuttle began to lift off from Arghe carrying full capacity of refugees. A variety of smaller class ships exited hyperspace to guard the fresh ships that had just been rolled off the assembly line. They had been ordered to not let anyone pass to prevent the ships from being stolen.

(ooc: where do you want these people to go?)

aid fleet command ship, ecroll system
Sir! multiple subspace breaches detected, no immidiate danger, but it may limit manuvering options further in.
very well, proceed with caution, all ships, standby for self-guidance."
the fleet neared orbit, the suppy barges growing slightly twitchy as their AIs were brought up to full operation.
"my god."
"what did you expect on a manufacturing world after the governing structure was compromised?"
I know, but this..
hail the surface, hopefully there's some form of government left with communications capability.


Yx sytem, fleet command.
conditions are normal enough, no signs of hostiles.
We have restored basic functionality to the port, time to full capability will depend on the condition of the command core, Inspection is under way.

"Alright, no arrogant reply... Either the Interdictor is playing games or these guys aren't with the Rogue. We'll have to take a chance."

The group headed in to the blasted station, and saw the people moving about on the station - this was a sure sign that the Rogue hadn't decided to hold the fort.

They then became worried about what happened to the bomb.

By any chance did you happen to find an Antimatter bomb? If it hasn't gone off we'll have to dispose of it.

TNS Litany of Fury, Main Bridge

“Transition to n-space in ten point four four minutes sir. Current course projections will put us five point zero-one light hours from the primary. The planet is currently on the far side of it's orbit, one point nine-seven light hours from the system primary. A least time to intercept course will put us in orbit of the planet in four point four-seven hours sir”

“Thank you Mr. Jackson,” acknowledged Commodore de Lafroye. “Once in system, we’ll go for a least time approach with the planet. Tactical, bring us to General Quarters if you please. Comm, signal the group to General Quarters as well. Have the Wellington and the Republic sanitize the system once we arrive. The Fury and the Arrowhead will remain with the relief group and escort them into the system.”

‘Aye sir’ sounded from various stations on the bridge even as the GQ alarm klaxon reverberated throughout the 950,000 ton battlecruiser. The scene was much the same on board her sister battlecruiser, TNS Arrowhead and on both 400,000 ton heavy missile cruisers. The civilian vessels of the group simply crowded in closer under the protective ‘eyes’ of those stupendous warships.

Ten and a half minutes later on the hyper limit of the Illyan system…..

Had there been anyone there to see it, they would have been amazed to see eleven starships suddenly blink into existence where only seconds before there had been but empty space.

Immediately, the two heavy cruisers began to move in system, ECM suites operating at full strength and sensors sweeping the void searching for something, anything to indicate what exactly had happened here. The two massive battlecruisers moved gracefully to station, the Fury in the lead and the Arrowhead bringing up the rear as the freighters and transports jostled and jockeyed into a loose line. Station keeping had never been terribly important to the civilian crews aboard these vessels. The crews aboard the naval vessels simply sighed and shook their heads at the apparent lack of discipline. Without knowing whether or not anyone was able to receive messages or was even still alive, a general signal sped in system to the planet Illyan from the lead battlecruiser.

‘This is Commodore Oscar de Lefroye of the Thugese battlecruiser Litany of Fury. We received your distress signal over a week ago and we have come to render aid. Please respond.’

OOC: For those who may be wondering, I borrowed the name of my lead battlecruiser from the Warhammer 40k video game, Dawn of War. Also, Ham-fisted Thugs is a wealthy and highly industrialized star nation. However, we are smaller than most, relatively speaking and that being the case, these four warships represent a significant investment in and of themselves for the people of the Republic. That being the case, I'm not opposed to them being damaged or even destroyed but at least give me shot at writing my out of it. ;)

OOC: I meant to say just outside your orbit...sorry bout that..error on my part and as far as the transmission goes it was a general transmission to anyone capable of receiving it on your behalf as I never specified a target.

Six Infiltrator Cruisers drifted silently within T-Space, their Triple-S vessels deployed, effectively turning their ships sensors into a series of linked sensors thousands of kilometers in size. The amount of detail this allowed permitted the cruiser to make detailed scans of the happenings in Real Space from their dimensional position in the 7th dimension, or T-Space.

Each ship had received orders to proceed to their separate coordinates and then to make as detailed scans of the system and the planet as possible. They were to report back and return their data using the Space Minus Transmitters, establishing a real time link to The Athena. This would allow the admiral to make a decision which needed assistance and which were already receiving help from the Interstellar Community. It might also allow a hint of what happened.




OOC:

You can now post what the sensors would pick up. The data would be viewed by you either on The Athena, or at your home if you decide to make that your Command

OOC: Whew, sorry about the wait, but I've been hit with an exam, two assignments, and a crudload of homework in the last few days all at once, and doing those hasn't eaxctly been a cakewalk.

IC:

THA: The people were bewildered, yet willling, as they were swept up into ships. The filthy, yet fancy nanoaugmented clothes, once swirling with colour, light, and glamour, were simply toughened sets of clothes, encrusted with dirt. They didn't have anywhere to go, however... The entire League was in such straits as they were...

(OOC: Take your pick!)

Gelfland: The systems, like all others, were filled with confused, scared people. Without the lifeblood of energy they so heavily relied on, the body that was their planet was soon to lack the power to support them. They fled from the descending ships, afraid..

Hakarubi: If the ship's sensors had been tuned perfectly, and had been listening at that exact moment, they would've heard a malevolent.. sound, at least, that was the best way to describe it, the sound that defied space, and hissed, and slithered into the ears of those who were intended to hear it...

Enemy mine. Think yourself not safe. Death comes for you...

It was all the Interdictor could manage, as it grappled for its very identity with Magnius's absorbed personality, but it should be enough.. Untrackable, and untracable, the message would strike fear into the heart of the enemy. It would take Orb. Once it had won, (it never doubted that it would) it would take Orb, and make of Orb a new-body for itself..

HFT:


Illyan lived. The superbly trained miners, reacting numbly to the situation, lived on, hoping for rescue all the while. One of them, his face blackened with hopes of absorbing more warmth into his augmentations, spoke hoarsely into a communicator, one of the two remaining on the planet with enough strength to reach space.

He pulled out a an old power cell, the type of thing that had not been used for tens of years, since the perfection of power transmission, dusted it with his sleeve, hoping it had enough power to put out a call. It was a fairly powerful one, but putting a broad-beam transmission out into space, even if it was short range, ate up a fair bit of power.

"We're.. on the planet... under domes. Not enough power to open them. If they crack, we die. Find other way to open them. Maybe crack open travel-tube, send power cells thro-"

The message cut out abruptly, as the computer he was using calculated that any more would lower the interception rate of the message from 92% to 55%. He wiped his brow, and then shook his hand slightly, blades leaping out from under his hand. With a grimace on his face, he cut open his leg, one of the prime power collectors, what with the cybernetic implants he used to collect energy. He groaned as blood fountained out, and pulled out his emergency power cell. He got out a flesh-welder, as asteroid miners called them, as they often had to weld flesh together, to prevent death by bloodloss, out in the lonely void. He yelled in agony as the heat seared the wound closed. However, he needed an answer.

He could've gone for a six-hour trip to the nearest power cell manufactory, and seen if there were any that had been missed, but if they replied immediately.. He clenched his teeth, and fitted his emergency power cell to the receiver system. It'd only keep it going for twenty-seven minutes, normally, a cell might last for two, but he'd bought one of the best ones available, but it should suffice.

Hell, they might answer right away, and he could use the power cell to get some of the older systems online. Right now, though, he fitted himself with a communicator, which would relay anything the main systems had, and went to search for the few dead that littered the streets. If anything, their power cells would be useful in getting the dome-city back online, or his name wasn't Jarre Arrod.

The people were sent to an area within the empire that had become a haven for refugees from Neo Zeta. The best solution was to take them there and see that they were shelterd until a time where they could return to their homes. Once that time had been reached, the empire would see to it that all were transported back.

The Orbs repair facility had been completed and stabilized the fall of the station. Large mechanical arms went back and forth removing and replacing outter walls and frame structures. Sparks flew through the air as new sheets were melded on.

This is the S.S. Descent of the Bekhaeran Star Fleet, sorry for the delay, can we offer our assistance

(OOC: THA, the Millenium has just been hailing your guys from outside the station... Several times...)

Karellen felt a sudden chill as he heard the low threat.

"It's won. We must fight fire with fire - people, we're going to rob a databank."

One of the comms officers banged his head against the console, scuffing it as everyone groaned at the terrible terrible pun.

Sirs onboard the station, we require immediate permission for docking, we have STRONG REASON to believe whatever caused this mess will return soon enough and we need to break into the military databanks so we can build weaponry we can use against this thing.

This is the S.S. Descent of the Bekhaeran Star Fleet, sorry for the delay, can we offer our assistance

OOC: I'm a wee bit confused as to where you're sending this message to, and as to which system you're in.

OOC:

Do I get to post?

Aww crap, no sensor data yet.

Just waiting for that data to send in more ships...

OOC: in the Illyan system and to the new realm or anyoen who needs help

OOC: HFT is in Illyan, however, so keep that in mind.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=482183

Since this thread seems to have died, I'm asking Balrogga, and anyone else in either the Orb or Maladria vicinity to go take a peek at that thread. That thread is semi-open to most, but, since you're already there, you can just jump right in from where that one started.

I am willing to keep the rescue attempt going but I have been waiting IC for the results of the scans of your systems (info that only you really know).

I also didn't want to monopolize the Thread by sending a fleet to each system leaving everyone else out of the RP. I even posted in the ITH Thread I was purchasing emergency supplies and equipment for your rescue.

I am willing to keep the rescue attempt going but I have been waiting IC for the results of the scans of your systems (info that only you really know).

I also didn't want to monopolize the Thread by sending a fleet to each system leaving everyone else out of the RP. I even posted in the ITH Thread I was purchasing emergency supplies and equipment for your rescue.

OOC: Ah, my bad. I thought you were waiting for scan results from The Emerald Flame. However, if you want me to, I could delete the attack post, or have it come later whilst we finish this.

It is your RP, we shall do as you with (within reason).

If you want to continue RPing the rescue, we can do that. If you want to write the history in a single post, there are many ships of supplies and a couple fleets of mine ready to bring in help to the systems you deem neady after the results of the scans get back to the command center we set up for you.

Do what you wish.