Dontgonearthere
19-05-2006, 04:34
The Remains of Dontgonear'the Castle
"Alright you bastards! Bring up the heavy guns, the little green sons of whores wont move." A figure in the grey-brown armour of the GLACORP Marines waved down the hill at the crews below, who were already manhandling the two artillery pieces up the street.
The Battle of G'oaway had lasted nearly a month, part of the GLACORP campaign to solidify the shattered nation of Dontgonearthere under one flag again. G'oaway had been a sticking point, a heavily fortified domed city in the hands of not only a tribe of Goblins, but no less than four nomad tribes who had taken over the outer city.
The city had originally been bypassed, with GLACORP forces expanding from GLACORP North, South and Central, their vast momentum had proved nearly as deadly as the high quality weapons which were nearly all concentrated in the armouries of GLACORP. In a matter of a few weeks, they had secured nearly half of the island.
Now they were back in G'oaway, the historical cultural, economic and population center of Dontgonearthere, not to mention its capitol for the last three hundred years or so.
It was a wreck though. The initial confused period after the death of Mr. 47 had seen no less than ten factions in the city, each determined that if they couldnt have it, nobody could. The only structure left whole was Dontgonear'the Castle, standing proudly on the outcrop of rock that concealed one of the most complex and extensive bunker systems in existence. It was a bit worn, the central keep was covered in Goblin grafitii and had a number of burns alongside it.
Back on the street, the marines were assembling two 220mm beam cannons. Even with this heavy artillery, it would take several hours to batter the doors of the Castle in. They had been reinforced over and over and replaced when reinforcement wouldnt do the job. Currently they were home to six of the best shield generators avalible. The fact that they were made up of a foot of quintanium alloy was merely a side point. The main point was that the shields were still working, apparently the Goblins had got them functioning again.
After a week of sieging with no sign of surrender, a team had been sent up to blow the doors off as a friendly warning. Behind the cannon team a number of squads were holed up in the remaining buildings, keeping machine guns trained on the doors and just about anything else that looked as if it could serve as an exit from the Castle.
Of course, one cant expect soldiers to notice everything.
Corporal Ramos turned as he heard a thump behind him, filling his lungs to unleash a torrent of abuse on the private behind him.
Instead he received a Goblin in the face.
The little green men were not from Mars. If they were, the God of War himself would have kicked them out for being to vicious and underhanded. Goblins were the ultimate dirty fighteres.
This one was weilding three knives and a collection of razor blades. It held a knife in each hand, one in its mouth, and had razors tied through piercings in its ears. It was wearing spiked armour and the head of a nomad.
The private gurgled something and sprayed blood on the inside of his helmet. Ramos, meanwhile, struggled with the green ball of fury which had latched onto his helmet and was making a spirited effort to wedge a knife into his shoulder.
Just as Ramos managed to get a grip on the Goblin in front of him, two more hit him in the back and slashed at the weak spots on the back of the armours legs. Ramos fell forward, screaming in frustration and pain, feeling blood filling his armour and cursing the anatomy that left people with such weak legs.
Judging by the sound, the Goblins were in the street now and somebody had got a warning out.
In the street, the Goblins had opened the gates themselves and were pouring out in huge numbers. The green tidal wave had easily overwhelmed the laser guns, despite a number of charred and partially dismembered corpses on the path down from the castle.
"Dammit! Dammitdammitdammit!" Captain Lyostov grunted as he jammed the butt of his rifle into another green nose as it attempted to scale the sides of one of the few remaining two story buildings in the city, "I hate Goblins. I really do. Why cant we fight other people? Goblins just shout 'Waaaaagh!' and charge. And keep charging. And then charge some more. Then some little arse you didnt notice stabs you in the neck, PRIVATE KORYLOS GET BACK AT THAT WINDOW OR I WILL PERSONALLY THROW YOU INTO THE STREET!" A wavering man quickly moved back to the window.
"Fucking Greenskins..." Lyostov grumbled as he fired another burst out into the street.
---
High Orbit above Pax III
"Entering orbit, Admiral."
Admiral Nakhimov wathced as the viewscreen resolved itself into an image of the planet of Pax III, the onetime capitol of the Pax Sector of the Dontgonearthereian Empire. It looked almost like Earth, aside from the scorch marks.
"Very well, once the rest of the fleet has arrived, open fire."
"Arent we supposed to attempt to take the planet, admiral?"
"We will, do not worry. However the inhabitants must first learn a bit of obedience. Rebellion cannot be tolerated, and rebels learn best by visual aids."
Unidentified ships entering Pax Republic territory, state purpose and national origin, repeat uni-zzzt!
"Thank you, comms."
Calls from the planet, first questioning, then demanding and finnaly ending in a warning continued. As the fleet above the planet gradually grew from one ship to thirty, which then began to disgourge fighter after fighter.
Nakhimov smiled to himself and tapped the arm of his chair, which produced a glass of whisky. A glass or two before a battle never hurt anybody anyway.
(OOC:
If anybody wants to RP the defenders for either front, you are welcome to step in.)
"Alright you bastards! Bring up the heavy guns, the little green sons of whores wont move." A figure in the grey-brown armour of the GLACORP Marines waved down the hill at the crews below, who were already manhandling the two artillery pieces up the street.
The Battle of G'oaway had lasted nearly a month, part of the GLACORP campaign to solidify the shattered nation of Dontgonearthere under one flag again. G'oaway had been a sticking point, a heavily fortified domed city in the hands of not only a tribe of Goblins, but no less than four nomad tribes who had taken over the outer city.
The city had originally been bypassed, with GLACORP forces expanding from GLACORP North, South and Central, their vast momentum had proved nearly as deadly as the high quality weapons which were nearly all concentrated in the armouries of GLACORP. In a matter of a few weeks, they had secured nearly half of the island.
Now they were back in G'oaway, the historical cultural, economic and population center of Dontgonearthere, not to mention its capitol for the last three hundred years or so.
It was a wreck though. The initial confused period after the death of Mr. 47 had seen no less than ten factions in the city, each determined that if they couldnt have it, nobody could. The only structure left whole was Dontgonear'the Castle, standing proudly on the outcrop of rock that concealed one of the most complex and extensive bunker systems in existence. It was a bit worn, the central keep was covered in Goblin grafitii and had a number of burns alongside it.
Back on the street, the marines were assembling two 220mm beam cannons. Even with this heavy artillery, it would take several hours to batter the doors of the Castle in. They had been reinforced over and over and replaced when reinforcement wouldnt do the job. Currently they were home to six of the best shield generators avalible. The fact that they were made up of a foot of quintanium alloy was merely a side point. The main point was that the shields were still working, apparently the Goblins had got them functioning again.
After a week of sieging with no sign of surrender, a team had been sent up to blow the doors off as a friendly warning. Behind the cannon team a number of squads were holed up in the remaining buildings, keeping machine guns trained on the doors and just about anything else that looked as if it could serve as an exit from the Castle.
Of course, one cant expect soldiers to notice everything.
Corporal Ramos turned as he heard a thump behind him, filling his lungs to unleash a torrent of abuse on the private behind him.
Instead he received a Goblin in the face.
The little green men were not from Mars. If they were, the God of War himself would have kicked them out for being to vicious and underhanded. Goblins were the ultimate dirty fighteres.
This one was weilding three knives and a collection of razor blades. It held a knife in each hand, one in its mouth, and had razors tied through piercings in its ears. It was wearing spiked armour and the head of a nomad.
The private gurgled something and sprayed blood on the inside of his helmet. Ramos, meanwhile, struggled with the green ball of fury which had latched onto his helmet and was making a spirited effort to wedge a knife into his shoulder.
Just as Ramos managed to get a grip on the Goblin in front of him, two more hit him in the back and slashed at the weak spots on the back of the armours legs. Ramos fell forward, screaming in frustration and pain, feeling blood filling his armour and cursing the anatomy that left people with such weak legs.
Judging by the sound, the Goblins were in the street now and somebody had got a warning out.
In the street, the Goblins had opened the gates themselves and were pouring out in huge numbers. The green tidal wave had easily overwhelmed the laser guns, despite a number of charred and partially dismembered corpses on the path down from the castle.
"Dammit! Dammitdammitdammit!" Captain Lyostov grunted as he jammed the butt of his rifle into another green nose as it attempted to scale the sides of one of the few remaining two story buildings in the city, "I hate Goblins. I really do. Why cant we fight other people? Goblins just shout 'Waaaaagh!' and charge. And keep charging. And then charge some more. Then some little arse you didnt notice stabs you in the neck, PRIVATE KORYLOS GET BACK AT THAT WINDOW OR I WILL PERSONALLY THROW YOU INTO THE STREET!" A wavering man quickly moved back to the window.
"Fucking Greenskins..." Lyostov grumbled as he fired another burst out into the street.
---
High Orbit above Pax III
"Entering orbit, Admiral."
Admiral Nakhimov wathced as the viewscreen resolved itself into an image of the planet of Pax III, the onetime capitol of the Pax Sector of the Dontgonearthereian Empire. It looked almost like Earth, aside from the scorch marks.
"Very well, once the rest of the fleet has arrived, open fire."
"Arent we supposed to attempt to take the planet, admiral?"
"We will, do not worry. However the inhabitants must first learn a bit of obedience. Rebellion cannot be tolerated, and rebels learn best by visual aids."
Unidentified ships entering Pax Republic territory, state purpose and national origin, repeat uni-zzzt!
"Thank you, comms."
Calls from the planet, first questioning, then demanding and finnaly ending in a warning continued. As the fleet above the planet gradually grew from one ship to thirty, which then began to disgourge fighter after fighter.
Nakhimov smiled to himself and tapped the arm of his chair, which produced a glass of whisky. A glass or two before a battle never hurt anybody anyway.
(OOC:
If anybody wants to RP the defenders for either front, you are welcome to step in.)