NationStates Jolt Archive


A little border skirmish (FT Closed)

BLACKGRUE
10-05-2006, 05:12
The collective was gearing for war... the anomoly that took them out of commission for 30 years had also taken several of their systems from them. A small fleet was assembled to attack one of the more industrialised of these worlds. Located at unimatrix 021, matirix 315, grid 870. or "Prometheus" as it's local inhabitants call it.

10 cubes, 2 tactical cubes, 2 assimilaters, and 1 planitary assimilation platform entered The Gate to those coordinates. That world will be theirs. Resistance will be Futile.

We are BORG!
United Faulken
10-05-2006, 05:34
Silence.

Ephmeral and fleeting as it was eternal.

The scoutship hummed and buzzed, surrounded by the opressive silence of space. Lights, electric tones, and the occasional click whired on as Tarrant fought off the crippling effects of bordom. Three more days. Three more days and he could finish this blasted patrol and take leave.

Sirens blared, jolting him upright. The ship's stealth equipment kicked online, and threat indications filled his screen. The space around his ship warped, glowed and kicked like the very fabric of time and space were distorting. A wave of green energy sent his craft spinning and as he fought for control, he watched a number of bizzar craft begin to materialize around him. The distress signals blazed a warning, as the secured channels between his craft and homebase crackled to life, sending data on what was happening around him.

Tarrent suddenly wished for nothing more than anouther uneventful patrol, anouther 72 hours of crippling bordom, and the garentee of a safe return trip.
BLACKGRUE
10-05-2006, 05:37
The borg fleet made their way towards the planet keeping in a tight formation around the assimilation platform. They sent out on all frequencies "WE ARE THE BORG. YOU HAVE VIOLATED SPACE THAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS! YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!" and moved in at half impulse towards the planet. That would let them ponder their next move, hopefully they could get some tech from this battle as well.
United Faulken
10-05-2006, 06:08
Tarrant's ship swung roughly and bolted through space, the bizzar invader's message playing over and over. The fold drives warmed up at along last, tearing him away and to safety.

**Habitat C, Prometheus 8, Moon Gamma**

Klaxon alarms blared as the mining facility moved into lockdown. Airtight hatches sealed, as the old tactical nuclear anti-ship missiles, many already five centuries old, activated. Plasma Torpedos, as best the translations came out to, locked onto the cubes. The last of the airtight blast doors slammed down and the exterior openings slid to reveal the inky darkness. The mass drivers activated, launching the massive torpedoes into the sky, flying like so many white doves towards the invading fleet.
BLACKGRUE
10-05-2006, 06:20
The Tactical cubes moved ahead of the main group and silently took the nuclear weapons wordlessly while firing point defence tractor beams and steller flamethrowers at the plasma torpeados. They usually had a fairly high point defence ability, and this was no difference... All the damage they took was superficial and could be regenerated within minutes.

The planitary assimilation platform moved into position in orbit of the most industrialised moon and fired it's main assimilation cannon. Hitting the surface and swallowing it up in one hit.

The cubes moved to the other inhabited moons and deployed spheres to assimilate their surface. They worked quickly with smaller auto-assimilation cannons and took one city rather quickly.

http://www.lightspeedfineart.com/images/Newborg.jpg
United Faulken
10-05-2006, 06:47
Promethius 8 fell within a matter of minutes, Commander Adonnis watching with growing horror as habitat after habitat winked offline.

"Order the Promethius finds secured and fold them to the home system. . . and for God's sake get the fleet out here now. . . Rally the defencive fleet. We'll meet them at Prometheius Six. Till then, order full evacuation of all but Promethius Prime and the Gods Eyes."

Within minutes, the first of the collossal cruisers slipped from the massive undercarriage of it's hanger, weapons charging and shields flickering to life.

The mind of the lead element reached out, probing the darkness till it found what it was looking for. The whisper. It filled the ships mind, probed trhough it's mass of ciructry and neurons. He wispered back

It is not good that we grow so old and complacent. Who seeks death? Who seeks oblivion at our hands?
BLACKGRUE
10-05-2006, 06:52
The collective heard the whisper and quickly disconnected it from all but the most basic access channel. It still had class-3 access. It could hear what the collective wanted it to hear... and very little else. Thundering back on it's acess line "WE ARE THE BORG! YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS AT INTRUSION AS IS ALL RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED!" The borg ships mobilized towards Prometheus 7 doing a small transwarp jump to orbit of that world firing the planitary assimilation platform immediately thereafter onto any usable moons.
United Faulken
10-05-2006, 22:42
I'm sorry, you will have to forgive me. We do not recognize this "borg" entity you refer to yourself as. Though if you think yourself to be worthy of challening the last hairs of the Mizuna dynasty, by all means, come to face thy end.

The ship rumbled to life, weapon batteries charging and picking targets. The ships alligned themselves in a Vernii wall, folding under command of the lead ship. Within seconds, space around Prometheus Six filled with the ships, the captains onboard little more than organizers for landing parties and firing systems not fully automated by the Core. The angel slept in the center chamber, a fusion of man and machine piloting the gargantian craft.

I am the voice in the darkness. I am the whisper in silence. I am the laughter at the brink of death and the cold reminder of mortality on the sunny day.

It thought, reverberating into the minds of the crew.

Fear not death. . . fear only failure. . . fear only my wrath if you fail me.

Rows of sodiers stepped from arming hangers, powered armor crackling to life as the untested Faulken Rikensen took thier weaponry.

They waited, still as death, for the coming storm.
BLACKGRUE
11-05-2006, 17:58
The borg ships didn't reply, but the organizing fleet on the 6th planet did disturb them a little. The collective pondered this.

Defence fleet detected. Scanning... Defece fleet is of equal power to Borg Fleet... Processing. No FTLi fields detected. Beginning transwarp hop.

The Borg ships sliced open normal space for a moment and forced their way through transwarp into orbit of the second planet firing the planitary assimilation beam onto it's one colonized moon.
United Faulken
11-05-2006, 18:39
The ships sat, as the borg fleet moved towards them, and then past them.

"Sir! Fleet has bypassed us, they've come out at Prometheus two and are begining the process of assimilating the planet there."


"Damnit! Full fold, open fire at will"

The ensign's eyes widened

"sir, if we go to full fold we could have ships fold into the enemy."

"Then order displacement buffers online, and make sure they tear the enemy ships apart from the inside. If any ships are hit with that assimilatin beam bullshit, order them to full fold into the borg ship and overload the string drives. Lets see how well thier ships handle being cut from this fabric of reality."

The ensign nodded grimly, and the angel in the tube on bridge seemed to smile, it's tattered wings floating in green preservation fluid.

"I don't like this. . . and I really don't like that creepy thing" he thought to himself, tapping order out into the control banks. The ship's voice intruded on his mind.

like us or not, we are all that stands between your race and destruction. The master has been stirred from his slumber, soon the God Prince shall come and wipe these pests from the sky. We must but hold out in faith till he arrives.

The ensign nodded, white in the face. Yet anouther reason to hate the damned things.

**Prometheus Two**

The ships folded in, the wall distorting and winding. The call came out, all ships accounted for, three imbedded into the nearest cube. Weapons flashed to life, rounds of energy and tungstun filled the sky and streaked like burning lances into the borg fleet, as torpedoes of all makes streamed out like dandylion seeds taking flight.
BLACKGRUE
11-05-2006, 18:55
The tactical cube they folded into was destroyed the others quickly regrouped and immediately began locking tractor beams.This race was more resistant to assimilation then they originally anticipated... it would take more ships then planned... Reenforcements would arrive in about 45 standard minutes. They would come in force to squelch these insects.

The small assimilator class cruisers swooped down upon the lead ship firing it's auto-assimilation cannon at it. A rain of self-replicating nanites landed on it's hull thanks to one of the nearby tactical cube's tractor beams. They moved on looking for a better target while they let the nanites get to work on assimilating the ship from the hull inward.
United Faulken
11-05-2006, 20:12
The ships folded into the cube rocked with the explosion, the two smaller craft being torn apart by flying debris as the larger ship weathered the storm. Dwafted by the battle cruiser flagship, it limped behind the wall, damage control klaxons blaring.

Nanite weaponry splashed against the hulls of the targeted ships, being met with flashes from HEPD fields and pulses of psychic energy, tearing the microscopic robots from the ships hull, disabling and destorying them as it flung thier remains into deep space. Yet it could not keep pace with the storm and the hull slowly corrupted, coroded and was assimilated to the borg. As patches of the white and silver ships turned black, they locked weapons onto the smaller craft, returning fire with withering broadsides that rocked the ships themselves.

Light carriers joined the fray. Tiny gunboats, flies amongst the collossal mass of the cruisers and carriers sped out towards the Borg cubes, marines onboard already being pumped full of the chemical cocktails that would drive them for the next few hours of shipboard combat.
BLACKGRUE
12-05-2006, 08:12
Suddenly from the moon's surface several flashes were detected as orbital defence satillites were beamed directly to orbit. They oriented themselves to their nearest targets and fired old-style cutting beams towards critical areas.

http://www.ditl.org/gpaf/GChnBattle6.jpg

Seeing the target change, the assimilators backed off behind a wall of cubes that was forming, the remaining cubes that hadn't launched their spheres yet pulled in close to some of the larger craft absorbing a lot of hits and a few unlucky impacts from the gunships in the interum. The moment they were close enough they launched their spheres and pulled back suddenly arranging into two groups of 4 in two seperate cubical formations as the remaining cube, tactical cubes, spheres and assimilators tried to push the opposing forces back.

http://home.earthlink.net/~greyson2/Bryceart/BORG-Sphere-6.JPG

(OOC: Each cube has 12 spheres, These spheres are about 100 meters in diameter and equipped with tractors, cutting beams, and light (short range) auto assimilation beams.)
United Faulken
12-05-2006, 23:15
Shields crackled to life as the blows were absorbed and channeled through streams over the armor, being soaked into the ship like a sponge. The Orbs flew out, pressing against the already beleagured ships. Cursing under his breath, Addonis calculated his options. Anouther beam streaked into his ship and he watched the shielding units slowly lumber towards full capacity markings.

"All craft, full charge into the midst of the ships, prepare the Angels for deployment, for the love of all that's holy, someone get me a reading on that ship. . . find it's weaknesses."

A brilliant flash lit up the screen, as the already damaged light cruiser Hypogriff's reactors overloaded, ripping chunks from the engeneering compartments and sending the ships spinning towards the borg fleet. The mangled hulk still fired, even as fires raged and white vapor rushed from her hull, spinning headlong towards the moon in her defiant death throes. More and more reported shields reaching pointbreak level.

"All craft, ramming speed, prepare all crews for impact, ready reactors for failsafe overload, all marines and sailors, man battle armor and prepare for boarding actions."

The bridge flurried with activity as all nonessential personel rushed to brace for impact, the captian and his crew strapping themselves in as they retrieved sidearms and readied HEPD fields for impact. God willing, they would tear through the enemy ship and soften the impact, creating a breach for his marines to disembark into. If not, then at least it would help the kilometer long craft to slam into the borg spheres like a sword through a cut of beef.
BLACKGRUE
13-05-2006, 08:30
The spheres were taking heavy losses at the hands of those ships, they wern't really designed for heavy combat... in fact they were designed mostly as emergency escape pods. But they did slow the advance long enough for the cubes to coelesce. They slowly pulled together forming a larger cube, industrial grade replicators forming links between them forming them into a ship that struck fear in the heats of most who saw them... A FUSION CUBE!

http://battleclinic.com/docks/files/images/afe5bf4bb871730b5cdf5a25ec4a1eb5.png
United Faulken
16-05-2006, 00:38
Addonis watched in a mix of horror as the last of the pods were wiped clear and the cubes combined together. He tapped out a final message, before turning to coms.

"Same orders, plow headlong into that son of a bitch!"

The ships turned, and flung themselves at the cube, HEPD fields flickering online as they rammed into the hull, displacing mass as the ships streaked into it at full speed. The flagship lunged as the front buckled under the opposing force, the borg cube shredding along the impact zone. He looked to his side, seeing the other ships similarly ripping through the hulling. The screens went black as the sensors ripped off the hulling, the sides of the cube closer than he would have liked. After a few moments, the lurching stopped, the engines still at full but the HEPD fields finaly exhausted.

He picked up the coms system, hoping the transmition would reach the other ships, if it still worked at all.

"All personel, initiating last resort battle programs. Marines, begin boarding actions, find and take key systems, and set up defencive perimeters around your ship. There is no retreat, there is only victory or death. For the Glory of the Empire!"

His words sounded hollow in his throat, but it was too late for eloquent speaches.

"Men of Athens, there is little time for exhonorations." he mumbled, reaching for his sidearm and ceramonial blade. Slipping his armored pressure suit on, he finished "but to the brave, few words are as good as many." He followed the labyrnth tunnels of his ship, reaching the pressure locks, already opened as marines slid out, weapons ready but cautious of thier environment.
BLACKGRUE
16-05-2006, 00:46
The drones regenerating nearby each impact zone sprang to life with commands to scout the disterbances... to come under fire by the enemy marines, and subsequently pulled offline. More drones came to life nearby each impact zone firing plasma bolts. The marines found it progressively harder to take down each drone as they started to adapt to the energy based weapons.

Meanwhile outside, the fusion cube was still causing havoc moving towards the remaining ships and tractoring them with relitive ease. The firepower of 16 cubes was in that ship, and it was as always devistating.
United Faulken
16-05-2006, 01:08
The Borg kept coming, row after row being mowed down by coilguns. The plasma and energy based weapons had proven useless and were now used for little more than grenades or clubs. In most locations, the progress had halted, and the lines were simply reinforced and held. Addonis swore, ducking behind the portable shield just in time to dodge a firestorm of plasma. He turned his string cannon on yet anouther hallway, vaporising the wall to let his troops through to flank the borg, only to have them cut down and find himself taking fire on two sides. They fell back, setting up anouther automatic coilgun to hose down the hallway and clear it of drones. The ship. . . maybe he could turn the guns on the hallways and disolve the ship from the inside out. . . maybe.

He fell back, a few blasts of his string cannon cutting through the horde before him as a last act of defiance. The hallway which had taken nearly half an hour to go through before was easily traversed in a matter of moments, and he pulled himself up the makeshift ladder, making his way through the maze of corridors of his ship to his command center.

The consols were dark, and it took him a moment to realize that all the command systems were down. He looked in a panic, eyes coming to rest on the green tube of preservative fluids, shattered and empty, with no sign of the angel who gave his ship life and thought.
BLACKGRUE
16-05-2006, 07:46
Onboard the fusion-cube the fight seemed to be going fairly well. The invader's progress had been halted almost completely. Inside the remains of the few ships they assulted, the drones found remains of unusual lifeforms, although dead, they were placed in stasis chambers by medical drones for later revival. The plasma bolts did seem effective at incapacitating the invaders without killing them too badly, and they were not a deep enough threat to flood those hallways with nanites or engine plasma yet. Each critical station the marines encountered was shut down as soon as they got to it and re-routed to another.

Outwardly, the cube started to make it's advance at full impulse plowing through whatever ships were left. those that it couldn't fire upon were faced with the 8 kilometer wall that was the fusion cube's hull.
United Faulken
17-05-2006, 01:19
**Cube landing zones, eastern impact side**

The last of the ships at the third station assault point went offline, the marines guarding it killed or missing. Borg began entering, sweeping it of lifeforms. The angels awoke as they were removed from thier connection with the ship, feeling it's final memory as the fold drives started the slow count down to destruction. Warnings went out, and Marines pressed back, leaving hardpoints, often abandoning weaponry as they bolted for the safty of the bulkheads as the engines went critical. In a flash, mass became energy, energy reaching such high vibrations that it shook itself free of this reality and spun free. The fold drives imploded, dragging the whitehot masses into swirling vortexes. For a moment there were screams of tormented metals. For a moment the rushing of air and vapor, hissing and popping of metal burning at the fringes. For ever after, there was silence. Three gaping holes, three kilometers in diameter overlapped on the eastern side. The edges still sparked and incadecently glowed in the darkness of a space empty of all other ships.

**Cube landing zones**

Realligning themselves, the marines pushed back, hoping to find gaps in the line torn by the ships tearing and folding from space. They met the borg, still staunch in resistance, and once again were stagnated.

**Deep in the belly of the Cube**

Darius walked through the ship quietly, but with purpous. The death shrieks of his brothers still rung in his ears, and the constant thrum of the borg thought pressed against him, ever present.

Where are you, false god? he whispered to the voice, Show yourself and be judged

He placed the tip of his blade against the wall, carving through the steel effortlessly, the edges kissed by his blade corroding slowly till they frosted over, quickly dropping to near absolute zero.