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The vast army marched in a perfect unison. The conversion of the planet of Arborius was completed, the people were saved. The former masters of the world, the Arborians, were no more, swept away on the tide of change. Their former human slaves remained, though they were now changed, saved, liberated from their humanity.

Here the humans marched, but without thought, without emotion, without any remnant of their humanity remaining. These were the Cyverons. And after the liberation and the removal of unsuitable subjects, their were still some five hundred million of them. Though, there weren't enough guns to go around and many of them worked to keep the planet running.

The minute that the liberation was complete, the Cyveron 1.0, and, while he was still human, the architect of this state, sent a general message to all Cyverons.

'We have improved ourselves, but much of the Universe is still infected with the sickness of humanity. It is our function to save them.'

The vast army were boarding a party of ships. One million of them were on the move. Their first target, the small world of Ganoxa and its population of 300,000 human beings.

'The humans of the Universe must be like us. Free from war and disease and death. Fre from the chemical prisons known as emotions. Free from the weakness of mankind.....

Within such a large area as space, such actions would surely happen at the same time on occassion. Whether this be two people cooking the same meal, or two family members ordering dinner in two different locations, or even two armies marching to war.

In fact, marching to war was a common place thing. At least within the Vash Order it was, The Religious Order. A huge fleet of ships approached its destination, many ships flying close to the planets atmosphere. They were sampling the planet for resources and lifeforms. If deemed acceptable, this would be an outpost for the Vash. They continued to move slowly, a defensive perimeter set-out not only around the fleet but around half of the planet also.

"Planetary report." The computer repeated its statement to gain the attention of the captain of the Astrum Navis, the central ship in the force. "Lifeforms detected. Race: Human. Population: 300,158. Tech Level: 4. Resources: Basics and minerals in abundance. Climate: Varying-"

The computer continued its speech, noting possible resistance, current conditions, weak points, strategic positions, high ground, low ground and even exact measurements of the planet. "Sir!" The third master stood.

"Deploy invasion force set-up #224." Within minutes, the invasion force ships were being manned, ready for deployment.

The Astrum Navis scanned the local area for other forces from different races. A smaller force than their own was spotted a long way off. They had time to prepare. Ten probes were dispatched to gather information on the force approaching.

The Kirisuban Exploration vessel Ki-rin slipped into the system hoping to find more this time that a dead sun.

"Captain Sama, the planet appears to be populated if the scans are correct.

I'm also picking up a large fleet in orbit and a fleet on the ground" her science officer reports.

The small Kurraka class ship had enough firepower to deal with most ships they would encounter but shooting first was not standard procedure with the Kirisuban fleet.

Captain Emiko Tsuki got out of the command chair and walked over to the view screen to get a better look.

"hold here and see what happens" she tells the helm officer. turning to the
tactical officer she orders "if things look too hot we'll withdraw. have shields on standby"

The Bloodrage drifted in T-Space, scanning the activity in Real Space fron the 7th dimension.

"Captain, it appears there are two invasion fleets and a third race observing. They could be the Overseers of the invasion."

"That seems a likely possibility. Continue monitoring and prepair to act if the hostilities start. Send a message to the rest of the Battlegroup for back up."

"Reports from Dusty-One detail activity in system Fifty-Five; Sector D; Sub-Quadrant Five; Quadrant Two; XYZ(0, 255, 381), Sir." Employee Seven-Forty-Two said from his console.

"What kind of activity?" Fabricon Manager Stephan Olander asks from the control tower overlooking the room packed with eight-tiers of titanium electronic terminals.

"Currently unknown, but analysis from the DAN suggests possible confrontation involving two or more powers." He replies, feeding the data from the cloud of tumultuous indigo, bisected by emerald grids and paragraphs of ivory under diagrams of silver, streaming from an obsidian tinted lens laying in the center of the console, into Olander's i-network through his ocular implants.

"Hmm." Olander considers; such events were somewhat common nowadays. If action was undertaken every time it appeared that their might be conflict in a certain area, every extra-solar entrepreneur would be bankrupt. Nations these days practiced brinkmanship often, far too often, to the point the concept had been devalued to nothing. It has now become almost standard practice to greet another nation with a show of force, threatening them with destruction, and then conceding at the last moment; diplomacy indeed.

"Have Exodus launch an A-type probe to gather more information, and have Dusty-One reconfigure its mainframe to enhance data-quality; the feed so far is a tad garbled." Olander took a sip from his cup and slid his i-visor over his eyes; opening a connection with the Board of Directors and speaking with the crew of the Exodus, inputting authorization codes for the ordered mission.

"Sir!" Seven-Forty-Two rapidly inputs commands through his own i-array, the cloud of information swirls into a vicious vortex; displaying information unfathomable to human eyes.

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Fire up the Vega system... Recalibrate nav-array... Bring about ten degrees... System ready... Bring accelerator up to ninety percent and... array recalibrated... Shift axis down ten... Accelerator ready...

Reva Hec'lan listens intently to the chatter over the network as the Exodus prepares to fire. She sits in the executive office, far from the hustle and bustle of the control room, or the loud and rhythmic thrums of the generators in the power facilities. She slinks back into her leather office chair, legs crossed while looking out the class A-pane into the sea of black broken by a nigh-infinite number of glimmering islands of turquoise, ruby, and beryl stars. All coalescing into great galaxies, spinning thoughtlessly into the dark expanse. Sipping wine from a clear glass of diamond, hard geometric angles and soft curves formed complex patterns that managed to flow through the eyes like a river through a pristine valley of rolling hills running against great mountains.

"Status?" She asks through her array, running thin fingers through long strands of soft black-hair.

"The A-type probe, False Angel, is ready for firing. Just give the order, Sir." A voice responds, crackling ever so slightly through the somewhat aged communications network.

Reva sighs, taking one final gulp of her glass before having the armored curtain descend over the pane. Bracing herself in the chair now locking into the steel floor. "Ok. Do it."

Exodus station was about a thousand meters in length, and a modular affair; crew facilities were scattered about the top portion of the station, within the four hundred meter wide cylinder structure that made up half of the entire facility, capped by a dome housing sensors and communications equipment. Below that was a quadrilateral structure, armored significantly more than any other area. It housed the power station, massive reactors encasing a still secret element that gave the accelerator all the power it needed to function. The habitation ring connected to it, containing all the entertainment facilities required for crews that worked yearlong shifts. The accelerator was equal in length to the rest of the station; a massive barrel some hundred meters in diameter. The metal shimmered with colors warping in and out of existence; snaking trails of colors dancing along the strange cobalt surface.

It was aimed towards the Ganoxa, a few degrees above the elliptical plane half way into the system. The barrel extended out by about two hundred meters, and began rotating, increasing in velocity after each revolution. The rest of the station powered down everything but life-support and emergency lights working on batteries and backup generators, as more and more power was diverted into the gun and blast shields.

"Firing in... Five... Four..."

Arcs of lightning every shade and tint of blue struck the accelerator and ran down to the end of the barrel, extending from deep within the vast uncharted depths of space not yet explained by the working mind's of physicists. Seemingly spinning out of control.

"Three... Two..."

The lightning amalgamated into a sphere of near-transparent cobalt energy, glowing softly at the edge of the barrels aperture. Space was ripped and folded towards the accelerator, the light of stars smearing and curling along its smooth metal body.

"One... Fire!"

The sphere fell down into the darkest depths of the accelerator, before dashing back out, probe in tow. A massive shockwave of energy and broken dimensions lashed out from the barrel, like a rock falling into a teal stream, rippling out for light-years into the black abyss.

"I guess it went well, then?" Reva asks sarcastically a few moments later, blood streaming from her flat nose over tanned skin from the impact. Power returning to all station systems.

"Yes, reports show probe was launched without a hitch, Sir. Should have arrived about three seconds ago. Sorry for the rough ride, Sir." A voice responds through the shaky network.

"It's alright, as long as nothing is damaged no one will be loosing their jobs." She says almost too seriously. "Orlander, the probe is off."

"Good. Any trouble?" Orlanders voice is barely audible, but Reva manages.

"Yes, yes. Nothing is damaged, all systems running normally. And we should have reports from the probe here within seconds."

"Good job. Tie the probes communications relay to ours; we'll take over from here."

She scoffs aloud in disgust. "Will do." The communication is terminated; formalities are few and far between when managers deal with each other.

"Of course far be it for me to be able to handle such a simple operation. Ass." Reva poured another glass of fine wine, hoping to relax while medical nanites from a first aid kit repair the damage to her still bleeding nose.

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The journey lasted less than an instant, barely enough time for any standard being to even register the event had even taken place, but for Aliria, this was far from true. Every circuit used every bit of processing power, from every available generator to scan over every minute detail, from every last nanosecond of her journey.

"Yes! I never felt so alive, so free, so joyous!" she screams silently to herself. "Even when I was alive I never felt anything like this..."

False Angel skips along through the system on her compact FTL drive. Making herself blatantly obvious to anyone within parsecs capable of seeing her.

She was shot through space itself, not space as so many claim to know it, but that which holds space, time, and all that their contain into one being. Fleeting between layers known and layers unknown during every infinitesimal instant. Mixing one with one another, into a vortex of unknown colors and unknown particles riding along unknown currents of energy through unknown dimensions all wrapping along the Angel's metal body, like wings of the same immaculate being that is her namesake.

Thoughts and memories from beings dead, dying, and not yet born flooded into the maelstrom; speaking and crying, singing and screaming. All of this spilling into space light-years away from Ganoxa, fading back into the nothing and something from whence they came the instant they manifested.

She stops a few million kilometers away from the planet, passively scanning every wavelength of the EM spectrum and analyzing every exotic particle. Even the dimensions transcending the ones that bind her are not safe from her eye. Pulses from her dimradar lance through every dimension that is, was, could be and might be, will be and won't be; through the ravaging currents of time as time itself passed her by. Seconds, minutes, hours; days, months, years; decades, centuries, and millennia, onward into the eons till time is no longer time and all that is, was, and did become is nothing more than lonely blackness. All was seen, processed, and forgotten. Before she turned back to the four dimensional reality that binds her.

No doubt she would have been seen, and eventually destroyed if not for the decoy beacon broadcasting the same massive signal she entered the system with. Bouncing through the system before disappearing into the corona of the star, becoming one with the star itself.

Everything is ready, everything is being broadcasted back to Orlander on the Fabricon One. All Aliria could do now was wait for the supposed conflict to come or not come, relying only on those who spin the wheels of fate to decide what events would transpire.

'Other lifeforms detected' stated one Cyveron tonelessly. 'Some appear to be taking hostile action against us. Others observe the situation from near or afar. A massive power signal was also detected entering the system. no ship was detected. It was a decoy.'

Cyveron 1.0 placed a hand to his chest in order to open communications with the others that had just departed from the planet.
'We have detected new lifeforms in the system. Prepare weapons and shields.'

He then turned toward the great screen that resided at the top level of the Cyber Tower. 'Send open message.' he ordered.

This is Cyveron 1.0. Surrender yourselves to the Cyber Empire. If you are human, we will improve you. If you are alien, you will be released to your Governments. Do not attempt to interfere with the liberation of the people on Genoxa. We are armed. We are armed. This is your first and only chance. Surrender. Retreat.

the Ki-rin's comms officer listens to the message, records it and plays it back so her Captain can here it.

"they don't sound too welcoming or friendly" Emiko replies "tactical, yellow alert and get our security people out in the corridors. I don't want us being boarded and not being able to do anything about it."

the lights dimmed on the bridge as the weapons and shields went into standby mode.

'Another fleet is arming. Hostile action is possible.' stated Cyveron 1.0.

'Place wepaons and shields on standby. Prepare for possible hostile action.'

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HCS Dime breakers- Quantum matter fusion missile deployment vessel-x3

Lead by Capt. Greavix


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HCS Gate Breaker- Lead command ship-x1

Lead by Capt. Calvicus

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HCS Halois- Starfighter deployment vessel- x5

Lead by Capt. Renos

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HCS Corillian Hydrass- Biomech containment vessel- x1
Biomech inside:Gunther
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Commander of fleet and led by Supreme master general Long


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The Hobbeebins where famous for finding very fagile situations while they traveled. The Fleet was opn its way to meet with the megan military commanders on the subject of the GF and ESUS. But thier trip would be cut short. As they slipped around the 7th dimension they picked up signals from multiple hostiles and a single planet. The senors officer spoke up saying

" My lord we have received information that may be of importance to you"

Long looked over the report on his holo-consol and then waved it away. He then stod up and ordered the immediate Dime phasing out of the 7th dime and back into normal dime. The small but well armed fleet suddenly appeared with a bright flash which would blind anyone who had thier outboard camaras on.

A general message was sent out....

" This is the Hobbeebian 490th Exporationary Fleet of the Hobbeebian Imperium, we wish to inquire as to wy all of you seem to be at each ohers throats?"

Cyveron 11.0, the Commander of the fleet, turned to another and ordered 'Send out a reply to the arriving species.'

'Identify youself speaker.' he demanded tonelessly. 'You are approaching the territory of the Cyber Empire.'

Captain Jay Reed Stevens stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer Commandant. His first Leuteniant walked up and gave him a periodic report. "Sir, scanners show a group of ships converging at the planet Ganoxa. Your orders?"
"It probably wouldn't hurt if we just took a peek. Set course for Ganoxa. Have our fighters ready, & bring the ship to a yellow alert.

"Sir! Scanners show a sudden increase in potential hostile activity. One threatening message received."

The captain looked over the message handed to him. "Send a reply. These.. who are they?"

"They call themselves the Cyber Empire."

"Ah yes. The Cyber Empire seem like a race we could do business with. Send them a message along the lines of we feel that an alliance between us, if at all possible would be beneficial and that assisstance could be given to them in their 'corrections' which we dont necessarily see as unkind. Also say how we have noted other forces and by joining together such a threat could be eliminated with more ease."

"Sir. Message being encoded now. Anything else?"

"I think the message will be discarded withut response. Therefore, keep the invasion force on standby, and get Interceptor class and Quadrilian class fighters ready for defensive manouvres. Set fleet tactics to 001,876."

"Sir. Tactics set, orders being sent and one received."

"Good." Captain R Tilitas was a long serving member of the Vash Order, and his family name was well known throughout the Dominion of Vash. He was a devoutly religious man, who gave his whole life up to serving the Dominion, and expanding its reaches. He demanded the same of his crew, and any heathen found would be executed in the time old way of sacrifice to the Gods.

The Astrum Navis was constantly being visited by its own ships, resource ships bringing in constant supplies and research ships to hand in reports on the area. The repair ships drifted in and out for supplies to make necessary repairs to the fleet, which itself is independant. The crew of each ship liked to see the fleet as a moving region of the Dominion, functioning on its own as a identifiable entity.

Harlequin tests commencing.

'Eighteen minutes to Ganoxa' stated one of the Cyverons. 'We are recieving multiple messages and signals.'

The stood for a moment, taking in the message through a common frequency.

'A new power is approaching the planet of Genoxa.' They stood for a few more seconds. 'Another proposes an alliance in our liberation of the people of Ganoxa.'

Cyveron 11.0 turned and placed his hand across his chest. 'Open communications. Encode message to the species.'

Your offer of alliance is acceptable under the terms that you surrender yourselves to us and volunteer for improvement. If you will not be improved under these terms, then we will remove you from the situation. These are our terms. Will you accept salvation?

Captain Emiko Tsuki was beginning to get the feeling that they wouldn't get much exploring done round here and the messages from the Cyverons about 'improvement' didn't sound too good.

she made her mind up to move onto the next star system on the chart and that meant passing the Vashian fleet.

The Ki-rin kicked in full impulse power and gracefully flew across space knowing they would have to cut across the fleet of ships.

ooc: Kirisubans are oriental humans and their population is mostly female. less than 1/25 of the population are men.

The message was not well received within the Vash Order fleet. Captain Tilitas was outraged. He personally replied with great anger.

"Salvation comes in the form of the Gods, and from no other means. By our Gods we shall receive salvation, and not from you. You have rejected our offer, and as it stands we see you as hostile. If you come within our perimeter without prior warning of your intent, we will defend our fleet as we see fit. Captain R Tilitas."

Not only was this a military clash between two forces, this was a culture clash. The two of them didnt agree, and it seemed they wouldnt agree on anything. There was nothing anyone could do now, war was inevitable if one side put a foot out of line. War could come in many forms on such a stage, from a space battle to a series of land fought battles.

Harlequin testing at 24%.

As the Astrum Navis deployed the invasion force, there was a deep felt sense of something big about to happen throughout every member of crew united under the true Gods. This was the coming of the prophecy, but they had no idea it would occur on such a large scale.

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A priest sat on a rock reading a passage to three small children. "And so He said 'worlds will collide and when they do, the Vash will be severly crippled, carried on through life by myself. Heed these words brethren, and you will not go wrong. I am not punishing you, you will be done wrong by an outer force, morally inept and corrupted.' And should you not heed his words, heed mine. You will not exist for long."

A huge flash blinded Tilitas for a moment, before he awoke, aged and wiser than he was that day. The Astrum Navis let out one huge blast of brilliant electric blue from each pole of the ship.

Harlequin testing stage 1 complete.

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"Sir, ships are approaching our direction. They seem friendly enough. Shall we contact them?"

"Get them as an ally, we need all the friends we can get now. They may join our fleet, and we can work together to defeat this greater evil. Should they refuse the offer, let them pass without trouble."

"Sir."

The message was sent off asking for an ally in these times in need to the approaching ships.

"Sir, ships are approaching our direction. They seem friendly enough. Shall we contact them?"

"Get them as an ally, we need all the friends we can get now. They may join our fleet, and we can work together to defeat this greater evil. Should they refuse the offer, let them pass without trouble."

"Sir."

The message was sent off asking for an ally in these times in need to the approaching ships.

the Ki-rin's commuications officer played the message back to their Captain so she could hear it.

Emiko listened and replied using visual communication "Captain Tilitas, I am Captain Emiko Tsuki commanding the Kirisuban Exploration ship Ki-rin. From what I've made of the current situation the Cyveron's would be dangerous to my vessel.

Now what do you have in mind?"

The Ki-rin comes to a stop just outside the Vashian fleet.

ooc: Captain Tsuki is typical of a Kirisuban officer with olive skin, long dark hair and is in her mid twenties. She wears a dark red wrap round jacket with 4 silver pips on the left side and a crossed swords badge on her right. she's wearing a knee length skirt with tall black boots.

Cyveron 11.0 displayed no emotion at the message; his 'operation' some six weeks ago had removed all the emotion that he had held as a human.

Your notions of Gods and religion are irrelevant. They will lead you to war again and again. We can free you from them. We can free you from all differences. We can bring peace to the Universe. You will not accept our offer of salvation. You will be removed.

The shields and weapons whirred in the Cyveron ships as they prepared. 'this is alert 7.0, we will likely come into hostile contact.'

'One of the fleets are withdrawing. They are moving toward the ships of the enemy.'

'They may be forming an alliance. The humans are taking offensive action. Remove them.'

Three small fighters detatched from the fleet.

OOC: Going for the night, this is my last quick post today.

"We can, in as few words as possible and being as metaphorical as possible, scratch your back if you scratch ours. For now, take refuge near the centre of our fleet for protection. From what we have heard these people, to use the term loosely, are not the friendliest we have encountered.

"Join us and we can fight side by side, as one. Together we have more chance, this planet needs to be defended from such monstrosities. We ask nothing more than an alliance. Zero conversion, zero mind altering."

ooc: I assume the fighters are after the Ki-rin. if they're not i'll edit this. its only one kirisuban ship not a fleet.

ic: Captain Tsuki thought about raising the shields as the 3 Cyveron fighters closed on her craft and gave the order to do so.

she hits a button on her command chair and sends a voice message to the approaching fighters.

"this is the Kirisuban Exploration ship Ki-rin. may i ask why you why you are approaching us?"

the comms officer relays the other signal to her and she gives the order to move into the Vashian fleet.

the Ki-rin moves off into safety its shields still up.

OOC: lol. Zero mind altering. That's a good one. Well, I'm off for the night too, so it all works out with good timing.

ooc: I assume the fighters are after the Ki-rin. if they're not i'll edit this. its only one kirisuban ship not a fleet.

ic: Captain Tsuki thought about raising the shields as the 3 Cyveron fighters closed on her craft and gave the order to do so.

she hits a button on her command chair and sends a voice message to the approaching fighters.

"this is the Kirisuban Exploration ship Ki-rin. may i ask why you why you are approaching us?"

OOC: I'll give a decent post to this tomorrow. Can't think too good right now. Bye bye everybody!

Captain Stevens watched as the ship exited hyperspace.
"Sir, it appears that some ships are preparing for battle, and one is heading for the planet. It looks like something important is located there. What do we do?"
"Set a course for the planet surface and avoid the ships preparing for combat. Try to keep a low profile."
"Yes sir."
The destroyer glided over the group of ships and turned downward, going into a low orbit and launching several scout fighters to inspect the planet surface.

Long could see the situation quickly falling apart. With different interests at stake, he had to make the situation in favor of the Hobbeebians.

" Helmsman, bring a channel open with the other parties, this cannot not become hostile..."

" Of course, My Lord..." said the Helmsman as he waved his hands across his holo-consel.

Soon the holo screen showed the channel openings. The ships crew a buzz with moving hands, and holo consels.

Long quickly made himself ready for the comms meeting. Long was a decorated warrior, and an educated man, but not a great public speaker. The message started....

" Dear parties in this instigation, battle and war is not the avenue. WE can speak in a civilized manner. You all see this time to activate your war modes and send out your fighters, but we have stop these inpending bloodsehd for the sake of the civilized worlds. I ask all parties to send a Diplomat to our nearest Hobbeebian Outpost. We will have tranportation avalible for those who lack the travel ablilty. My blessing goes to those who still wish to fight, but be warned we will advance on you. "

With that the message was sent and he waited for a response....

The Neoman ship the NNS "Coords Fury" had slipped into the area unnoticed, She was the newest of a line of Neoman ships that were like a space version of submarines.

The NNS "Coords Fury," was coated with layers os sensor jaming matireal and she was running silent.

Capiton Robert Belkin opened up a tight channel to the Ki-rin so they would be the only ones to hear it.

Capiton Robert Belkin sent a data burst as well as his voice message. The data burst held all the neccisary information about the ship and her capiton to verify who they were,

We see you

Message sent to Hobbeebia.

We have no intetion of fighting. We have been sent to peacefully claim this planet as our own outpost, hopefully incorporating the already existant population into our work. We hope to convert them of their own free will, and would encourage it, but besides that we would just co-exist with them. As you have seen, the potential enemy has intentions at heart not so friendly. They want to change these people and make them one of their own, most probably as the Vash has seen before in a cruel and brutal manner. We will continue to act peacefully, however we cannot lay defenceless (hence our actions of deployment). Please understand our position, thats all we ask.

Captain Tilitas

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"Sir! The Ki-Rin has moved into our sphere of protection."

"Very good. Attach one Gargantuan Class Battle Cruiser to its protection, and two Interceptor Class Fighters. This should be more than enough protection. Prepare for the defence of the fleet. I sense battle imminent."

"Sir!" Secretly, although he would prefer it not to be a feeling due to lack of the cause, Tilitas liked the thrill of battling for the Gods. He felt it firstly his duty and secondly his role.

The Astrum Navis was dead centre of the huge defensive position, every angle covered, immense walls of ships to battle through to cause major damage. Even if the enemy managed to break through the wall upon wall of fighters and heavily armoured ships, the Astrum Navis hosted a heavy arsenal of weapons itself. It was the primary expedition fleet of the Vash Order and as such it was quite formidable and able to deal with anything it was thought it needed to. It could produce, maintain and supply its own ships and weapons, and harvest food and set-up travelling graveyards for its centenery return home. The whole fleet was equipped with hyperspace abilities, and those who couldnt piggybacked others. It was the perfect travelling citadel.

Harlequin testing stage 2 complete. Entering final stage.

Captain Tsuki hears the tight beam transmission and decodes it before sending back a just as discrete transmission. the code is a kirisuban one that the Neomans know about and it looks like background radio waves.

"Captain, this is the NKES Ki-rin. message acknowledged and understood"

Emiko Settled into her command chair knowing an allied ship was closeby and not entirely happy about the prospect of a battle even with her battlebarge of a ship.

the Ki-rin may have been heavilly armed and shielded as well as agile but she remembered the kirisuban proverb. A really good sword stays in its scabard.

ooc: the Ki-rin is a kurraka class ship with 6 phaser banks and 5 plasma torpedo tubes forward and 5 aft.

its strongly shielded and has the fire power of the USS Defiant. Her phasers can fire in beam form or can be rapid fired directly ahead of her.

Captain Tsuki hears the tight beam transmission and decodes it before sending back a just as discrete transmission. the code is a kirisuban one that the Neomans know about and it looks like background radio waves.

"Captain, this is the NKES Ki-rin. message acknowledged and understood"

Emiko Settled into her command chair knowing an allied ship was closeby and not entirely happy about the prospect of a battle even with her battlebarge of a ship.

the Ki-rin may have been heavilly armed and shielded as well as agile but she remembered the kirisuban proverb. A really good sword stays in its scabard.

ooc: the Ki-rin is a kurraka class ship with 6 phaser banks and 5 plasma torpedo tubes forward and 5 aft.

its strongly shielded and has the fire power of the USS Defiant. Her phasers can fire in beam form or can be rapid fired directly ahead of her.

The NNS "Coords Fury," Drifted closer to her target She painted the Vespeterium Minor flag ship and loaded torpedoes into the tubes.

Capiton Belkin sent another message to the NKES Ki-rin.

What is going on?

"Sir, I have a message from The Fury. She will be pulling along side us in a matter of a few seconds."

"Send the carrier our latest sensor logs to update them of what has happened."

Moments later the vessel slipped through T-Space and came to a halt, it's 1000 meter hull dwarfing the 120 meter destroyer. The escort fleet began to assemble around the carrier. The frigates were the first to leave the fleet carrier, then followed by the destroyers, cruisers, and battleships.

Aboard The Fury, Commander Ta'Varr examoned the data that was sent from the destroyer. He thought for a few seconds before deciding upon an action.

"Comms, get me the captain of The Intervention."

"Yes Sir, relaying Captain Ha'Heduu to you."

"Captain, I have a job for you..."

Several minutes later. The Intervention faded into view as it Emerged into Real Space as it left T-Space. Immediately the sensors across the system went beserk as they detected the mass signature of a small star being emitted from the 60 meter frigate. Their sensors also detected power readings nearly off the scale.

The ebon frigate just held position silently in the middle of the conflict.

The NNS "Coords Fury," Drifted closer to her target She painted the Vespeterium Minor flag ship and loaded torpedoes into the tubes.

Capiton Belkin sent another message to the NKES Ki-rin.

again sending a coded and descrete message in reply Emiko says in text form "Captain Belkin I'm sending our scans even although they don't tell us much so far. It looks like we're dealing with Cyverons and Vashians and both sides seem to want a fight.

theres anothers who want to talk peace and a newly arrived ship is right between the two fleets"

again sending a coded and descrete message in reply Emiko says in text form "Captain Belkin I'm sending our scans even although they don't tell us much so far. It looks like we're dealing with Cyverons and Vashians and both sides seem to want a fight.

theres anothers who want to talk peace and a newly arrived ship is right between the two fleets"

Captain Belkin smiled "Confirmed, If it comes down to it we will fight beside you,"

Captain Tsuki simply replied as before "Understood. likewise if it comes to a fight"

with their shields still up and seeing the ships cover her small cruiser she got her tactical officer to scan for weapons and shields on the Cyveron ship.

OOC:

I forgot to mention the mass and power readings are proporties of my ships and not an offensive action, although you can mistake them as such unless you have encountered my ships before.

I believe Hobb is the only one I can remember encountering before (in the Cluster).

"Shit." Olander says in disgust as he reads over the data being transmitted from False Angel. His pudgy face becomes flush and beads of sweat begin to snake their way down his angered face from atop his baldhead. Peace was bad for business.

"Olander. Remain calm; you're a manager, these things happen. The question is, what can you do about it?" The voice streaming in from the conference through the i-visor was old and calm, gruff and neutral: Chairman Rheinheim.

The virtual conference room was nothing but a semi-transparent wire frame business table with blindingly white chairs surrounding it. A white light shone overhead, encasing the room in its radiance, shielding it from the dark abyss that extended off into infinity just outside its circumference. The Board of Directors were all there, staring down at Orlander who was now the center of attention with dead, pixilated eyes. All plastered with stoic expressions.

Olander sighs, tired of fate's wheel spinning him only misfortune. "As I am sure the board is aware: Fabricon Inc. is beginning to fall behind on its quotas this quarter, and more of our old customers than expected have completely recovered and are independent from our products now. If we don't get some business soon, we'll be declaring bankruptcy by the end of this market cycle. In light of these undeniable facts, there is but one solution: I must do everything in my power to ensure that the conditions for profit are met; the very survival of the company depends on it."

"See that you do. Contact us when you're finished." The conference ended, the other directors fade slowly into blackness, before falling from the confines of the virtual reality all-together. The room followed them, leaving Orlander alone, floating eerily in the darkness.

"Six-Eighty-Eight, transfer controls of the False Angel over to my station." He commands over the array to a blonde employee sitting at a terminal no different than any other.

"Sir." The voice is tense and succinct; everyone knows what they're doing is important to the company, and more importantly: their paychecks. Frabricon Inc. paid less than other companies, however the amount never fluctuated based on the sometimes fickle market conditions. Stability in a time of unrest is good for morale, they say.

Orlander opens a panel in the right arm of his command chair. Several clear buttons illuminated by a gold light lay underneath, next to an n-port and several small dials. He connects to the n-port via a thin black cable build into his neck. It is a direct connection to the False Angel; from the operating system and maneuverability controls, to the FTL drive and the small useless knob that rotates on her underside.

"Aliria, this is Orlander. How do things look?" He asks as a simple formality.

"A small ship has fallen from another dimension. It's heavy, very heavy. Everyone is just waiting around still, waiting to die... I wish I had my knives again... Hehehehehe..." The giggling is almost hysterical, pounding into Orlander's ears.

"This isn't funny." He responds, disturbed slightly even though he had dealt with these probes a hundred times before. All of them were nothing more than an expensive hull and high tech systems, tied into the enhanced brain of psychotic serial killers society believed themselves rid of. It was cheaper than developing a complex AI, or building the infrastructure to manufacture the parts. Performance was down in a way; they processed information slower than probes with dedicated AI, and they lacked as much data storage, but it was cheaper, and that's all that mattered.

"Ok, fine. I just wish I could have some fun, but that’s just too much isn’t it?" she scoffs, anger rises in her soft voice.

"Use protocol seventeen, and be sure no sees you." He commands, ignoring Aliria's emotional response.

"Done." With a return of calm resonating in her voice.

* * *

Reva had tapped into the feed a view minutes after the probe had arrived. Using a hidden network and illegal stealth software to get a full few of anything and everything going on; including what was happening on now busy Fabricon One.

"So Orlander, let's see you try and spin this inevitable fuckup to the board with someone else watching and recording." She says to herself, filling another glass.

Managers were like politicians; doing everything they could to move up the corporate chain. They spy, lie, and sometimes outright attack one another if it increased their chances for advancement. Orlander had been lucky; in the past his work was so excellent that it would take his death for the Board to even consider replacing him, and no one was brave enough for that. However, due to bad luck and factors beyond Orlander's control, that spotless image had become tainted. And knowing this, Reva felt her time to advance to a more respectable position within Fabricon Inc. was now. So she sat and waited, watching with indifference. Glad the repairs to her damaged face were almost complete and that she still had plenty of wine left.

* * *

Several square pods severed themselves from False Angel's body, splitting up into several smaller square pods, and they splitting into even smaller square pods; till there were nothing more than several small morphing clouds of very small square pods.

They all disappeared into a field of blue, blue butterfly wings closing and never opening again. Where they went was a land without land in a time without time, where only emptiness dwelt and blackness found a home. All glowing an eerie ethereal glow; moving around and between where all those that were in their previous reality; but were not in here.

Vibrating and pulsating in unison; shifting from the shades and tints red and green. Dimensions formed and collapsed, flinging the scattered clouds back into existence, screaming and weeping. Electromagnetic and gravitonic; sensors and navigation; time, space, and all contained within, dance the insane dance.

Everyone in the system would hear this sad cacophony; disrupting communication tight beam and open, confusing targeting computers simple and complex; graining the pictures painted by sensors strong and weak, delicate and clumsy. Captains old and young would need to think and react; no one knew who was singing this song, only it was not they. What could such jamming signify other than an impending attack; a precursor to battle? Was it the they that wanted to liberate the mind from torturous emotions and the chaos that came with them; those silently observing close by and far away; the challenger who revered a higher power for guidance; or the newest arrival in a ship that emanated great energies? That same ship that made it and it's power known to those far and wide only a few moments before the jamming began... Who knew, no one knew. Cooler heads might prevail and peace reign, or tension may break the thin ice with the hammer of war and claim many of the lives living here now. Only time could tell.

But, till then Aliria would dance around silently watching and waiting, skipping along through the system on her compact FTL drive like a merry child out in a windy field. Leaving ripples in space and time too small to notice.

Long could see the situation no longer in peaceful mode. With combatants charging into battle. Long could only see one course of action....

Arms officer! I want my sniper cannons online now....Orders to all ships, Make yourselves ready for level 4 combat, non- ship destructive fire. I want those ships disablied not destroyed. Arms wheres my Cannons!" screamed long as he sat in his command chair.

" My Lord, Cannons are on line, We also have confromation that the other ships are also active" replied the Arms officer

" Take aim at the vessel called The Astrum Navis. I want a heavy round through her propulsion system!" said Long as he gave the same orders to the other ships.

" Aye my Lord, cannons have a lock." said the arms officer

" Fire!" yelled Long

The main sniper cannon barrel carged up as the heavy hyper-condensed neutron star shell was fully loaded. Soon the cannon let loose its round. Causing the very reality rippled and bent. The shell, as heavy as it was, caused other ship it the area to move becuase of the gravitational pull.

OOC: Couldn't get on PC yesterday. Ok, time to answer posts.

IC:@ Hok-Tu: 'By approaching those who have declared to be our enemies you are declaring an act of War upon the Cyber Empire. You will be removed from the situation.'

The three small ships now plunged toward the Vashian fleet, insects approaching a lion. The ships would not survive the encounter, but that mattered little to the Cyverons piloting them. They were serving without thought or fear as all Cyverons did, and how the Cyveron race desperately believed all humans should too......

Cyveron 11.0 turned as the cannon fired. The first shot had been fired, though the situation was now far more confused than it had one been.

'Hostiles. Hostiles. Hostiles' the Cyverons repeated in toneless unity.

Cyveron 11.0 placed his hand to his chest and opened up communications with the other ships in the fleet. 'Hostile action. Shift formation and go into defensive mode. The others must be removed from the situation. Recall the fighters.' He now turned to his communications screen. 'General message.' he ordered.

Hostile fire has been detected. Warning, you have all violated the territory of the Cyber Empire. If you do not withdraw, you will be removed by force. All humans will be improved, all aliens will be removed. Warning, you have twenty minutes to comply or we will open fire on all ships.

The Cyveron now turned to several of others. 'The humans on the surface must not be allowed to escape. We will transmat an advance guard down to the planet to begin the conversion process. They will all be saved from their humanity.'

Captain Stevens looked out the window to see the first shots being fired. "I'm glad we're over here," he said to his Lieuteniant. The Lieuteniant replied, "our landing craft are ready for departure, when do you want them off?" "Now, and establish a command center. While you're at it, send some escorts with them. And report our situation to the Navy HQ.

Captain Tsuki sent the signal to their Neoman ally so they'd know what was going on in the same discrete way as before.

"being removed sounds like a declaration of war to me" she comments to her XO Commander Yukiko Takashima.

the other woman nods and orders battlestations.

the lights dim on the bridge and the phasers are warmed up as well as the shields being raised. if the fighters shot at them they wouldn't be around for very long.

they however retreated and the situation was now clear. They would have to fight to defend the humans on the planet as well as to keep their ship intact.

Captain Tsuki sent the signal to their Neoman ally so they'd know what was going on in the same discrete way as before.

"being removed sounds like a declaration of war to me" she comments to her XO Commander Yukiko Takashima.

the other woman nods and orders battlestations.

the lights dim on the bridge and the phasers are warmed up as well as the shields being raised. if the fighters shot at them they wouldn't be around for very long.

they however retreated and the situation was now clear. They would have to fight to defend the humans on the planet as well as to keep their ship intact.

"Agreed" Capiton Belkin said

He turned to his crew "Fire tubes 1 and 4, Launch one squadron, prep Flak cannon. May Coord show them mercy!"

The NNS "Coords Fury" Lauched two nucklear tipped torpedoes at the Vespeterium Minors flag ship. The top back half of her seperated revealing a small launch deck.

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14 Fighters launched just as her shields came online, makeing her noticable to every ship in the area.

"We are Neomans the Kirisubans allies! We bring death to those who would harm them,"

The Ki-rin moves out beside the 'Coords Fury' to draw the flagships fire.

Captain Tsuki knew her ships shields were strong and could take the first shots easily.

she wished for a cloaking device like the kiribushi warships but she would have to make do with ther ships agility instead

OOC: I cant reply until Religios order does..... If someone knows them, tell them to hurry... Thanks

"Captain Ha'Heduu, there are reports of combat."

"Any hostile actions directed at us?"

"Negative Sir, so far we are being ignored."

"Hold position. We have our orders."



OOC:

I am also awaiting involvement...........

OOC: Balrogga, are you not a Dime tech nation?

((OOC: Sooo... yeah. Perhaps what I posted was not clear... I am sometimes not always adequate in converying things as anyone in the IRC channel or in real life would tell you had you met them. However, I think if anyone really read my posts, the latest one in here in fact, they would notice I am ... jamming everyone and everything, point being (I say this because it's something that is blatantly obvious if people just read the dialouge between Orlander and the Board and ignored everything else) to cause people to shoot at each other. Why of course is meant to be revealed later. But I do note that, and maybe again it is because I am not clear, no one seems to be reacting in any way to anything I have done, or even acknowledging that I am here. So I wonder: am I ignored, or just not clear enough for anyone to react to what I am trying to do?))

OOC: Sorry, been a bit busy lately. I glanced over the posts, and noticed the me needing to post bit. Can anyone gimme a quick rundown of events please?

OOC: Sorry, been a bit busy lately. I glanced over the posts, and noticed the me needing to post bit. Can anyone gimme a quick rundown of events please?
((I am jamming things; Bal is ... sitting around in a ship that has some obscene powerlevels; Hobb is firing at people to bring peace, and everyone else appears to be firing at the OP now. Best I can do.))

((OOC: Sooo... yeah. Perhaps what I posted was not clear... I am sometimes not always adequate in converying things as anyone in the IRC channel or in real life would tell you had you met them. However, I think if anyone really read my posts, the latest one in here in fact, they would notice I am ... jamming everyone and everything, point being (I say this because it's something that is blatantly obvious if people just read the dialouge between Orlander and the Board and ignored everything else) to cause people to shoot at each other. Why of course is meant to be revealed later. But I do note that, and maybe again it is because I am not clear, no one seems to be reacting in any way to anything I have done, or even acknowledging that I am here. So I wonder: am I ignored, or just not clear enough for anyone to react to what I am trying to do?))

I noticed but it happened after my last post and I am waiting for some of the others to do some thing with me before I post. I like how you timed it to happen just after I appeared so it looks like I did it.

Please note, it would most likely only affect my Conventional sensors, see below why...


OOC: Balrogga, are you not a Dime tech nation?

Yes I am, with over two years RL of active Research. I know you are also a Dime Tach nation. We first met in the "Cluster Threads" so I know quite a bit about it. I also noticed you steered around the 7th dimension so I pretended the ship didn't notice assuming they were watching Real Space but if we go back, we would notice something in the sensor logs. Unimportant in the long run but a small detail at the moment.

With our Dimensional Sensors we would be able to look "down" into Real Space through the jamming but our conventionals would be affected, provided we have ships Uplifted to take advantage of this...



@ Kaffers

Pick the one you feel you can play best and stick with it. Nothing gets players irked than someone that keeps switching around. A complete tech switch would be something that would take decades to centuries if RPed correctly but most do it overnight.

Another idea is to take what you like best and create your own. The important thing is to stick with it once you have made a choice.

A third way is to design a whole tech tree and have your nation slowly climb through the advanced you have designed. It makes things much more "realistic" and gives you a wonderful IC history.



I will make an IC post when something happens to me ICly. I will then include ElectronXs sensor jamming into the post.

((OOC: Ok, gotcha. I was going for 'total jamming' , everything from optical to magical, but I am an accept-what-you-will kind of guy. And yeah, well dropping out of what you call T-space in the middle of a tension in a ship with the powerlevels you've stated, kinda leads everyone to believe "oh shit, WE'RE ABOUT TO BE GANKED!" So Orlander took the opportunity; after all, his job is at stake ;)))

OOC:

I know. The side effect to having a ships that can go dimension hopping is they put out massive signatures that cannot be hidden. For this reason, I will never be able to cloak my ships so I will have to just deal with the downside to using them.

Besides, it makes for interesting situations for new contacts. Others that have met me would have some sort of reading that would let them know if I am powered up offensively or not. (No, I am not running with weapons active or sheilds. They are ready to use but not activated.)

OOC: Lots of reading and answering.......

Ok. Just to sum up what had happened. Cyverons trying to turn everybody into planet into one of the, Many fleets came into the area to investigate. Hobbeebia got pissed with my guys and shot at them. Neoma did the same some minutes later. Religous order preparing for war. Hok-Tu has a investigation ship but is also preparing to defend themselves. ElectronX came into system and jammed everthing they could in attempt to start a war (right?). Many other ships form other nations observing. Have I got it right????

By the way, ElectronX, I wasn't ignoring you, just that my peeps'll fire at anything they deem to be a threat anyway.

IC: First the cannon made impact with the side of the VM flagship. The shilds managed to hold off much of the damage, but an alarm sounded for repair to an upper deck. Something or somebody had jammed the signals from the ship, but Cyveron 11.0 knew what would come next.
'Defennsive formation' he ordered, and a group of small ships former a shield around the mothership. Just in time too, as two missiles made contact on the ships outside. One tore into the hull of a ship and did not explode. The ships drifted off from the formation, woth a total loss of control. The other made a direct impact on a ship, blowing it to pieces.

'Respond, respond!' ordered the Cyveron. Now the gunships of the fleet swung into action, spinning to face the offensive fleets and beginning a withering fire. The ship carriers also swung into action as swarms of fighters poured from their holds.
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Cyveron 11.0 placed a hand to his chest. 'We are within the small mass teleportation range for the planet. We can send an advance guard of one hundred Cyverons to the surface. I will lead them.' He turned to a Cyveron next to him. 'You will be advanced to fleet commander. You will be Cyveron 11.1. He nowe turned and marched into the teleportation hold, joined in time by around ten more Cyverons. Placing his hand on his chest, the process began. They were shrouded by blue light before fading. down on the surface, they reappeared.
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The people in the town of Gertoca on the outskirts of the Severail peninsula ignored the sound of the thud of feet of the rocky landscape. The Severailian Army often came down here for drills, the wide open space provided the perfect enviroment. But as the dust rose closer and closer, the people realized that the army was heading directly for the town. They all gathered to observe the wvwnt, maybe the army was having a parade through the town. A recent victory for the Alliance in World War I had promoted militaristic enthusiasm throughout the member states. But this was different. As they approached, the people saw that they had a kind of body armour....... and a disturbed expression carved onto their metal masks.
The children clapped as the army of about 100 marched into the town. The new technological advances of the Alliance were brilliant. The army halted in perfect unison.

'Who is the leader of this settlement?' asked the 'man' leading the army. A tall man with blue hair stepped foward proudly. 'I am Mayor Thomas Stevens V, and let me be the first to congratulate you on this brilliant advance in Alliance technology and offer you our hospitality and......' He didn't finish the sentence as the leading Cyveron raised a weapon and discharged the concentrating red energy toward him, killing him instantly.

A stunned silence was followed by a chorus of screams. The Cyverons all raised weapons now, training them on the people. 'I am Cyveron 11.0.' the creature at the front informed them. 'You will surrender for us for improvement.' He raised his hand, revealing a small syringe like object that protruded from within his wrist. 'This is the first operation in your rebirth.' he informed. 'It will enter your mind and destroy the chemical malfunctions that produce emotion and feeling. We will then then establish this sections conversion centre where you will report for the rest of the improvement. We will encase your fragile bodies in the metal known as Kallium. This metal will preserve your flesh indefinetly. Your vital organs will be replaced. Your brain will be incased in Kallium and it will never die. We have no age. Only hostile action can destory us. we know no age, no pain, no disease, no fear, no love, no hate. We feel nothing. We are perfect. We are the Cyverons. All those that resist the conversion will be removed.'

The ground troops were quick to arrive, weapons ready. A large speaker was used to issue a public announcement. "WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF THE VASH ORDER. CEASE ATTACKS NOW."

The screams still apparent, the commander called for reinforcements. "We have to do something, this could be a nasty battle. Save those people in there." A quick battleplan was formed on the hillside that very moment and within minutes it was enacted. The troops, with Vashian Plasma Swords and heavy armour marched towards the village, backed up by less equipped troops bearing the best Vashian rifles and with composite armour. The Knights were the stronger of the two troop types, and with a lot better weaponry. They could quite easily march 500metres towards a whole grouping of 10,000 of their own rifles without taking huge damage, and their melee skill tended to prevail above all others in that field.

The screams continued as a mighty roar was let out from the hillside in an attempt to scare the enemy, hoping that the slightest emotion could be felt by them. The putrid green plasma flowed freely from the end of the hilt of weapons, as rifles let out shots that were capable of penetrating most types of known armour.

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"Sir! Battle occuring at Objective 1. Reinforcements requested."

"Send more troops now. Thats an order."

As the fleet came into close proximity of approaching enemy ships, the outer rim of fighters scattered to defend the fleet, letting out warning shots not capable of doing any damage. These shots were lightning like, darting around the ships, hopefully getting across the message that the Vashians meant business; and hoping to scare, putting the ships off course and disorientating them. Usually the second was true, but it very rarely stopped ships from attacking.

Tilitas thought to himself, "This is it. Im at the forefront of a battle prophesised to be the downfall of the Vashians as everyone knows them. Let the Gods be with us."

Everyone was thinking the same, preying for the Gods help.

Deep within space, far far away, a flash of light a nanosecond in duration was picked up by the Astrum Navis. Tilitas smiled to himself.

"Sir?"

((OOC: Right, Orlander's intentions are to start a conflict, so he is jamming anything and everything that can recieve and transmit a signal of any kind (as I said, accept what you will) to ensure fighting happens. OOCly no shit fighting was going to start, but ICly I can't know that from the information I've managed to gather so far.))

OOC: My people mostly rely on passive sensors while cruising and on approach; unless you can not only project prodigious amounts of electomagnetic white noise - and make it appear to come from points well away from your ship - you can't conceal the assembly of vessels here or their telltale emissions (eg, hyperspace jumps and arrivals, weapons discharges, and impacts or secondary explosions). All jamming can do its make active targetting difficult to achieve.
((OOC: Uhm, that is exactly what I did if you read through my post. Things are being jammed by $_self-sustaining_plot_device in a rather large area. As i've said before, no one has to accept serious effects on conventional sensor technology (it's civilian jamming tech, it's not THAT powerful), though I of course prefer if conventional sensors are borked up a wee bit, but I'm not a demanding fellow so nyeh. Special stuff like temporal and dimensional sensors are jammable, but I can see that would be a stretch with most people so if they accept it fine, if they don't, fine. False Angel is bouncing around the system, swimming around in space away from the jamming field with passive sensors still on (built against this specific type of jamming, so they are more effective than those who haven't encoutnered it before, but she still will have trouble getting any real picture of ANYTHING within the jamming cloud).

As I said, it's a plot device, how it effects you and the extend of those effects thereof are dependent upon you, the player. Only thing I ask is that people atleast acknowledge it is happening even if it doesn't affect them all that much. (Again, point of it all is for someone to start firing because hey, jamming + tense sustion generally = impending attack.)))

we need an OOC: thread....

((OOC: Um, ok for one thing, you should know that even in hard sci fi, almost absolutely nothing about the technology used is in anyway realistic. People using AM somehow having enough power to contain it; FTL (big one there); cloaking, various things of temporal and dimensional tech; plasma; ship sizes; and most importantly, the element people use to somehow power all the crap they use.

Also you seem to be taking this... rather hard considering the only thing anyone had to accept through my meddling here was that someone was jamming/trying to jam the area, and all they knew about it was that it wasn't them generating the jamming field. Whether what I am doing is magic (I do not subscribe to limitations on technology and such bollocks) or purely within the mathematically dominant realms of science fiction, none of it has to negatively effect anyone.

Why you're taking it this why I don't know, but I can say I am rather offended that someone is willing to leave an RP because someone is using jamming technology, actual technology that we have in some form today in reality today.))

Here is the requested OOC Thread.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11374170#post11374170

Let's try to keep anything that is not RPing out of this Thread and into the OOC THread.

Also, could Vespeterium Minor please place the OOC link in the forst post so it will be basier to locate than Post #61.

OOC: Done and done.

IC:Cyveron 11.0 was about to inject an eighteen year old girl when he froze suddenly. He dropped her as quickly as he had picked her up and turned to the others. 'Hostiles detected!' he informed them. 'The technology is advanced beyond the resident lifeforms. We have no clear indication as to who has landed here.'

"WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF THE VASH ORDER. CEASE ATTACKS NOW." echoed through the town from the outside. So it was the species that had challenged the Cyverons above the planet. Were they still doing it now? Anyhow, they had a number of men ready to fight down here on the surface too. A few more minutes and they could have enough men to outnumber the Cyveron advance guard. 11.0 turned to the others. 'Advance with haste the conversion process' he ordered, and turned, injecting a thirty year old man. The screaming began again in earnest as the man fell to the floor limp and writhed about. He rose a few moments later and proceeded to a barn, where the 'centre' had been set up and from where the sounds of electric saws, drills, and the impact of metal came.

A few moments later, and almighty roar echoed from the hillside on the edge of the town. The people looked up half in hope, half in fear. Were more monsters coming, or was it an army to save the day? Then the firing came, lighting up the sky.

'Hostile attack. Hostile attack!' exclaimed 11.0. 'Cyverons will return fire!' The Cyverons trained their guns toward the hills and began to shoot.
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'We are under attack!' said 11.1 from within the flagship. 'The lifeforms are returning fire.' The enemy cannons didn't seem to be doing any damage as yet. However, 11.1 didn't want to take any chances. 'Return fire.' he ordered. 'Return. Shoot them down!'

OOC: Done and done.

IC:Cyveron 11.0 was about to inject an eighteen year old girl when he froze suddenly. He dropped her as quickly as he had picked her up and turned to the others. 'Hostiles detected!' he informed them. 'The technology is advanced beyond the resident lifeforms. We have no clear indication as to who has landed here.'

"WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF THE VASH ORDER. CEASE ATTACKS NOW." echoed through the town from the outside. So it was the species that had challenged the Cyverons above the planet. Were they still doing it now? Anyhow, they had a number of men ready to fight down here on the surface too. A few more minutes and they could have enough men to outnumber the Cyveron advance guard. 11.0 turned to the others. 'Advance with haste the conversion process' he ordered, and turned, injecting a thirty year old man. The screaming began again in earnest as the man fell to the floor limp and writhed about. He rose a few moments later and proceeded to a barn, where the 'centre' had been set up and from where the sounds of electric saws, drills, and the impact of metal came.

A few moments later, and almighty roar echoed from the hillside on the edge of the town. The people looked up half in hope, half in fear. Were more monsters coming, or was it an army to save the day? Then the firing came, lighting up the sky.

'Hostile attack. Hostile attack!' exclaimed 11.0. 'Cyverons will return fire!' The Cyverons trained their guns toward the hills and began to shoot.
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'We are under attack!' said 11.1 from within the flagship. 'The lifeforms are returning fire.' The enemy cannons didn't seem to be doing any damage as yet. However, 11.1 didn't want to take any chances. 'Return fire.' he ordered. 'Return. Shoot them down!'

"Fuck You!," One of the pilots screamed as he made a high arc evasive maneuver around an energy beam that erupted from the enemy ship.

The fighters dodged and weaved threw the fire as they got within missile range of the ship.

"Sword 1, Fox 1," The pilot said as he launched a missile at the ship.

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The energy beam crashed upon the shields of the NNS "Coords fury,".

The ship rocked violently to port as two more nuclear tipped torpedoes launched out of the tubes toward the enemy.

A barrage of phaser fire came from the Ki-rin aimed at the Cyveron flagship.

"you won't remove us in a hurry" the XO comments to nobody in particular as the barrage starts and 5 plasma torpedos launch towards their target before they moved gracefully to a new position.

the Kirisubans showed they could fight even although this was an exploration ship.

Long waited for the reloaded sound, so he could fire once more. And no longer then about 5 secs the reload signal was given. Long again fired at the same ship.

Again the massive cannon charged up and fire again rippling reality.....

"Sir, we have sensors going down. Something is knocking out conventional Sensors but Dimensional is unaffected."

"State of the others?"

"It appears fighting has broken out against several of the nations. There are indicationns of battle upon the surface too."

"I see."

"Orders Sir?"

"None. We hold position. Nobody has involved us on any side yet."

The Knights charged full speed down the hill, not knowing exactly what they were to face, with such courage and lack of fear. Their Lance Swords were not active since it would make them distringuishable umonst the treeline and an extremely easy target. Rifles continued to fire long range, accurate and pretty weak shots at the Cyverons.

"Rifle Company! Advance!" They continued to fire as they charged down the hill towards the Knights.

A huge green wall of plasma suddenly appeared, as the Knights appeared from the shrubbery, still going at half pace towards the enemy. Their very tall and muscular structures embedded in encumbersome but strong armour were a formiddable force. They had hoped their mere presence alone would tell the people they were in safe hands, although not much different in first glance appearance than the Cyverons, their faith was much misguided.

When the rifle company arrived however, not only had they got the message from the apparent infighting, but also that the cavalry had arrived. The Lance Swords flailed everywhere, slashing at the Cyverons. Return fire stunned the Knights, and would surely kill the riflemen, taking cover behind walls and anything else they could find. They knew they would die immediately if hit, their faith in the Gods however compelled them.

This was the day of reckoning. This was the day that the Prophecy seemed not to be true.

The Knights charged full speed down the hill, not knowing exactly what they were to face, with such courage and lack of fear. Their Lance Swords were not active since it would make them distringuishable umonst the treeline and an extremely easy target. Rifles continued to fire long range, accurate and pretty weak shots at the Cyverons.

"Rifle Company! Advance!" They continued to fire as they charged down the hill towards the Knights.

A huge green wall of plasma suddenly appeared, as the Knights appeared from the shrubbery, still going at half pace towards the enemy. Their very tall and muscular structures embedded in encumbersome but strong armour were a formiddable force. They had hoped their mere presence alone would tell the people they were in safe hands, although not much different in first glance appearance than the Cyverons, their faith was much misguided.

When the rifle company arrived however, not only had they got the message from the apparent infighting, but also that the cavalry had arrived. The Lance Swords flailed everywhere, slashing at the Cyverons. Return fire stunned the Knights, and would surely kill the riflemen, taking cover behind walls and anything else they could find. They knew they would die immediately if hit, their faith in the Gods however compelled them.

This was the day of reckoning. This was the day that the Prophecy seemed not to be true.

The NNS "Coords Fury" launched a group of 5 drop ships, They used the cover of the friendly and neutral ships as cover as they sped to wards the planets surface.

While firring two more torpedoes the Capitan sent a message to The Religious Orders flagship.

Message to Captain Tilitas

I am Capitan Robert Belkin, I am sending down a small force to help with the defense of the natives.

The message was forwarded to Grand Knight Lionell, the leader of the force on the surface. While fighting, he could hear the message and he smiled. "THE GODS ARE WITH US MEN! FIGHT!" He let out an almight battlecry after this statement.

"PORRO UT LAURUS!" His men screamed it back to him, they continued to fight the Cyverons. Some natives ran to shelter behind the rifle company, which didnt make combat easy, they had to not shoot them while fighting the Cyverons, from which direction they came. Grand Knight Lionell took an almight blow to his helm, rising again and delivering a near fatal attack to the neck of one Cerveran. He wasnt sure whether it had any effect, as he fended off an attack from behind, hitting the leg of his assailant to cripple it.

"DEATH TO YOU!" He screamed as he swung his plasma blade above his head, encircling his body, attacking each Cyveron surrounding him at the same time. He had only got to such a high position through religion, brute strength and order. Here he was, 104 years later upholding or enacting each one of them.

The Knights battled melee with the Cyverons, while the rifle company happily fired into the frenzy safe in the knowledge their fire would do nothing to the superior Knights armour.

The message was forwarded to Grand Knight Lionell, the leader of the force on the surface. While fighting, he could hear the message and he smiled. "THE GODS ARE WITH US MEN! FIGHT!" He let out an almight battlecry after this statement.

"PORRO UT LAURUS!" His men screamed it back to him, they continued to fight the Cyverons. Some natives ran to shelter behind the rifle company, which didnt make combat easy, they had to not shoot them while fighting the Cyverons, from which direction they came. Grand Knight Lionell took an almight blow to his helm, rising again and delivering a near fatal attack to the neck of one Cerveran. He wasnt sure whether it had any effect, as he fended off an attack from behind, hitting the leg of his assailant to cripple it.

"DEATH TO YOU!" He screamed as he swung his plasma blade above his head, encircling his body, attacking each Cyveron surrounding him at the same time. He had only got to such a high position through religion, brute strength and order. Here he was, 104 years later upholding or enacting each one of them.

The Knights battled melee with the Cyverons, while the rifle company happily fired into the frenzy safe in the knowledge their fire would do nothing to the superior Knights armour.

The 5 dropships flew low over the battlefeild, About 1 kilometers away they landed and the soldiers piled out, about 75 men in all with the compony of two battle suits.
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The men jogged to the nearest of the Religious orders soldiers, There leader walked up to him "We are Neomans ordered to the protection of the natives, Where is your H.Q?"

"Approx 50 miles due east, it is being prepared now." The commanding officer screamed over his own and others rifle fire. He merely took one look at them to check they werent Cyveron. "Its good to have some friendly faces by our side. These people are dying at their hands. They're not normal. They're not human."

"Approx 50 miles due east, it is being prepared now." The commanding officer screamed over his own and others rifle fire. He merely took one look at them to check they weren't Cyveron. "Its good to have some friendly faces by our side. These people are dying at their hands. They're not normal. They're not human."

The men looked at each other for a moment "Aliens..."

The leader turned around "Alright i wan two men to go to the H.Q., We will stay and smite the Xenocs for the Glory of Coord"

Two men nodded and headed back to the drop ships.

The remaining men fanned out and began firring into the Cyverons, The raging Plasma from the newest of weapons to come off the Neoman Production line the Incendia Telum.
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The raging blasts of plasma erupted from the there barrels and raced to wards the enemy.
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The two men made it to the dropships quickly, The boarded one and made the short trip towards there H.Q

"Sir, we have sensors going down. Something is knocking out conventional Sensors but Dimensional is unaffected."

"State of the others?"

"It appears fighting has broken out against several of the nations. There are indicationns of battle upon the surface too."

"I see."

"Orders Sir?"

"None. We hold position. Nobody has involved us on any side yet."


Long watched as his shot rocketed towards its target. The brilliant rainbow colored energy incased shell gave a cheerful light to a dark situation. Long then walked out of the brigde and folded into the stratigic center. As the walls became brighter Long melted into the room. The officers in the room snapped to a crisp and unison salute. Long walked over to a large holoroom and watched as it formed a mapp of the space around the planet. Ships and the planets suface battles came to view. Long studied the map and gave his orders.

" I want all ships to target NNS Coords Fury. I also want someone to get a hold of the Balroggain ship in the area I want to coordinate with them a strike against the Relugous nuts that have a need to kill."

The other officers then snapped another slaute and begun to carry out the orders given.

Long then melted back into the brigde. And gave the order acitvate the main cannon

Long watched as his shot rocketed towards its target. The brilliant rainbow colored energy incased shell gave a cheerful light to a dark situation. Long then walked out of the brigde and folded into the stratigic center. As the walls became brighter Long melted into the room. The officers in the room snapped to a crisp and unison salute. Long walked over to a large holoroom and watched as it formed a mapp of the space around the planet. Ships and the planets suface battles came to view. Long studied the map and gave his orders.

" I want all ships to target NNS Coords Fury. I also want someone to get a hold of the Balroggain ship in the area I want to coordinate with them a strike against the Relugous nuts that have a need to kill."

The other officers then snapped another slaute and begun to carry out the orders given.

Long then melted back into the brigde. And gave the order acitvate the main cannon

The main cannon struck the NNS Coord Fury on the port side, her shields lit up in a brilliant green.

Onboard the ship rocked violently to stern throwing some of the crew members to the floor. Capitan Belkin recovered from his fall.

"Hard to port, Fire when lock on is confirmed. Send these bastards to the depths of hell itself,"

NNS Coords Fury turned to port and locked on to the Hobbeebian flagship. In one fell swoop they launched the largest volley they could. She fired all 6 of her torpedoes tubes, Her triple barrel 15'' Plasma cannons and her double barreled 20'' plasma cannons.

After the launch of munitions Capitan Belkin sent them a message

Message to Hobbeebians

You have fired upon a vessel protecting the natives of the planet Arborius. Cease your attacks on us or you will find yourselves in a state of war between us.

You are making a grave mistake and the Neoman Government will not tolerate you attacking us. Cease your attacks and we will not fight you.

--

The Drop ship flew low and fast, several times taking the tips of of tall trees and once flying threw a power line.

When they flew over the H.Q they slowed there speed and began to land in a small field.

Long listened to the message sent from the Neomains. Long eyes lite up as he listened to the message. Long was not really long from the begining. Long harbored a secret. A secret that that would plague the people involved. the originally thought Hobbeebian fleet was not really Hobbeebian. The fake long ordered a channel to be opened with the Neomains.

Long stood in front of the screen and looked directly into it. His eyes slowly changing. His face deforming. He said...

" Well if you wish to fight us then we had better tell you what we are. We are servants of the great darkness. We are dark biomech warriors. Great terrors of this reality and beyond." with the speech Longs face fully changed into its true form as did the ship....

Longs face morphed into a black metal skull and his eyes into black metal cybernetic eyes. Looking a lot like a black gothic looking Terminator unit. As did the rest of the crew.

The ships then also changed into Gothic Masses that hardly looked like ships at all.

Long listened to the message sent from the Neomains. Long eyes lite up as he listened to the message. Long was not really long from the begining. Long harbored a secret. A secret that that would plague the people involved. the originally thought Hobbeebian fleet was not really Hobbeebian. The fake long ordered a channel to be opened with the Neomains.

Long stood in front of the screen and looked directly into it. His eyes slowly changing. His face deforming. He said...

" Well if you wish to fight us then we had better tell you what we are. We are servants of the great darkness. We are dark biomech warriors. Great terrors of this reality and beyond." with the speech Longs face fully changed into its true form as did the ship....

Longs face morphed into a black metal skull and his eyes into black metal cybernetic eyes. Looking a lot like a black gothic looking Terminator unit. As did the rest of the crew.

The ships then also changed into Gothic Masses that hardly looked like ships at all.

"If you think we are scared of you, you are mistaken. In Neomas long and proud history were have faced things that would steal your soul and leave you a mindless wreck." Capiton Belkin gave them a visious smile

"I came here to protect the natives of this world, Again if you attack us again we will be in a state of war. I am done playing word tag with you your next actions will determine if we carpet bomb your citys with nucklear and anti-matter warheads. Do not play with me long, I am not intimidated by you."

Capiton Belkin gave another milicious smile and ended the message. He turned to his crew.

"Prepare the Anti-matter weapons," He said to his crew. They looked at him with horrified eyes.

"Now!," he bellowed

The now disfigured shell of a man. laughed as he felt the wave of war wash over his souless mechian body. He quitely ordered all ships to full battle mode and prepare for full combat.

" (While in a mechianical and souless tone) All ships This is unit 6745-a. Begin assimilation of the hostile targets and native inhabitants. Begine Directive 9. All ships deploy weapons at alternating times. Target vessel code 7332-theta. Corillian cruisers to starboard hard list, launch the Dark gunther." said the former Long to his mindless drones

Soon the fleet began to present a good defensive manvuer. Placing the ships with the best sheilding in front and ones with the best weapons in back. Giving the group an overlapping shield cover.

Soon dark matter beams and dark sniper rounds filled the space. Along with boarder pods numbering in the hundreds.

As the pods passed the barrage of anti-matter torpedos some of the hit each other cuasing a explosion othert made it through. The rest of the torpedos hit the shielding and erupted with a great burst. The shielding fluxed and bent but held. With the hit taken to the sheild, the ships had to recharge and had to wait a second before firing again.

with the cyverions seeming to ignore them the Ki-rin swung round toward Coords Fury as a 3 way firefight commenced.

This wasn't what Captain Tsuki had in mind for an exploration mission but you always helped out an ally.

she hit the comms button on her command chair and asked over a visual signal "Captain Belkin, do you need a hand?"

with the cyverions seeming to ignore them the Ki-rin swung round toward Coords Fury as a 3 way firefight commenced.

This wasn't what Captain Tsuki had in mind for an exploration mission but you always helped out an ally.

she hit the comms button on her command chair and asked over a visual signal "Captain Belkin, do you need a hand?"

ooc: question, do these guys opertate seperate from you government.

"It would be welcome," Capiton Belkin said with a smile as a round struck his ship.

"Fire!" He shouted as sparks flew form a control panel to his left.

NNS "Coords Fury" fired all of her torpedoe tubes at the Hobbeebian fleet. Each torpedoe had half a ton of Anti-matter.

Once the torpedoes were fired he ordered a MR "Messanger rocket" to be sent back to Neoma. The rockt launched out of one of the back 2 toredoe tubes and flew away from the ship. About 500m away from the ship in entered hyperspace and was gone.

The Dark bio-fleet had recharged to full when they found the barrage torpedos. The gastly soldier of the dark bio-fleet made quick moves to activate the lead ships overshield to defelct the attack. As the torpedos got closer to the dark fleet, the dark bio fleet got closer to the Neomain fleet. just seconds before impact of the torpedos. The ships shield went critical. cuasing the shield to supercharge and expand, turning it into a weapon. The expanding shield would take to torpedos and would threaten the Neomain Fleet. All this come at a cost. With the ships at critical, once it stopped it would be gone for some time. Along with most weapons systems.


Again a channel was opened....

" If you want to learn about why we attack. Then direct your attention to this .... shows picture of a massive planet of black metal, with large visible mechainical purtusions and thousands of ships in orbit.... If you want to bomb our cities then go there. We look forward to seeing you. "

The channnel closed

The agile Kirisuban cruiser swung round as Captain Tsuki nodded and closed the channel.

they went to battlestations and the shields were raised and weapons charged. then they went after the same target as the Neomans had in mind.

the cruiser swooped down rapid firing its 5 phaser banks before diving under their target and swinging back to the right.

OOC: I need the Cyverons to post before I can properly continue, but this is to let you know I am still here.

IC:

The Astrum Navis let out a barrage of weapons fire through channels in the fleet left for such a purpose. The fleet would have not liked to break defensive formation when it was in grave danger, so this remained the last option. It was headed towards the transformed fleet.

Two Ion Cannons were fired five seconds before all else, their sole purpose as always to disable any/all electronic devices that could be effected on or within the target. Then, four Gauss Cannons fired at the same spot, hoping the shield was penetrated, and if not attempting to damage it.

"Prepare volley two." The weapons team upon the huge ship, the Astrum Navis were giving all available resources to it, merely trying to help out the Neomans in their battle by getting them through the shield wall. The ship let out another blast of weapons fire, this time accompanied with four probes to determine the capacity of the enemy. The four probes were so insignificant, they should not be noticed until they are finished, at which time all information would have been sent back to the mothership.

Tilitas sat motionless in his chair. Harlequin testing complete. He came back to the real world, suddenly very alert. He walked out of the bridge towards the core of the ship.

OOC:

My frigate is still sitting there holding position until someone does something to involve me.

OOC: im sorry that youve been neglected. This is the best i can muster right now, i got the subscription email right before i was going.

IC:

Captain Tilitas pinged the frigate amongst the ship infested space before him. "Who are they?"

"Balgroggan sir."

"Potential ally?"

"We believe so."

"Why havent you made contact yet? What are you waiting for? Make contact!"

As you may have noticed, there is a situation developing and we need your help. We wish to have your aid in the defence of the natives, and against this threat emerging from some unknown force.

Help us. Help humanity. Captain R Tilitas.

OOC: Haven't written for a few days. Sorry about that. Seperate matters and all that. Won't really be able to write until the weekend. Just got on a PC long enough to write this. My computer is being fixed, should be back on on Saturday or Sunday.

“Sir, we have an incoming message.”

“From who?”

“It appears to be from The Religious Order.”

“Play the message.”


As you may have noticed, there is a situation developing and we need your help. We wish to have your aid in the defence of the natives, and against this threat emerging from some unknown force.

Help us. Help humanity. Captain R Tilitas


“Contact the Admiral and get orders”

“Yes Sir”


After a minute or two, a message was returned to The Religious Order.

“Where do you need our assistance? The planet or the fleet battle?”

It was not long before Tilitas sent out a reply, at the same time as deploying a resource collecting ship to harvest materials from space debris and other such items that drifted close to the fleet. It was high risk but necessary.

The planet for now has enough troops deployed to it, including ally support. The threats from space are more pressing, what with the Cyverons becoming agressive and this new threat from some unknown race.

Any assistance in the space battle would be greatly appreciated. Our fleet should be able to hold its own defensively.

Yours,
Captain R Tilitas

"Hahahaha! Excellent!" Orlander laughs happily. Rising from his chair with a glass of tranq in his hand, calming his racing, anticipating heart.

"Thee-Eighty-Nine, can what False Angel is reporting be confirmed by Dusty One?" He asks over the thick metal railing.

"Sir, Dusty One confirms, Fighting between the navies of several different states has broken out in the system." Another blonde employees replies, with a tone of serious indifference.

"Ahh, excellent, excellent. One-Twenty-Three, have Profit fleet get their asses to that system pronto; we've money to make." He retires back to his chair with a fresh glass of tranq, he doesn't need it but the addictive qualities of the sweet green nectar say otherwise.

* * *

About thirty ships beginning rocketing through space, dimensions charted and unknown are perfectly wrapped into a morphing bubble of purple and blue around the flotilla of ships.

Several large freighters laden with goods and industrial equipment, as well as food and medical supplies, all manner of things lying within the rust colored rectangular bunk kilometers long.

Guarded by numerous corporate cruisers, long rectangles with upside down cones with blunted ends instead of sharp points, laying at the ends, housing the reactors for the massive particle cannons, resting their expansive quadratic bodies on the thick hull. Smaller turrets bristle their emerald sides, missile racks and torpedo tubes, all prepared to protect their larger defenseless charges.

All with shields on and electroarmor powered up to full, but weapons powered down to show peaceful intent. Rocketing towards the chaos on wings of greed.

"Hahahaha! Excellent!" Orlander laughs happily. Rising from his chair with a glass of tranq in his hand, calming his racing, anticipating heart.

"Thee-Eighty-Nine, can what False Angel is reporting be confirmed by Dusty One?" He asks over the thick metal railing.

"Sir, Dusty One confirms, Fighting between the navies of several different states has broken out in the system." Another blonde employees replies, with a tone of serious indifference.

"Ahh, excellent, excellent. One-Twenty-Three, have Profit fleet get their asses to that system pronto; we've money to make." He retires back to his chair with a fresh glass of tranq, he doesn't need it but the addictive qualities of the sweet green nectar say otherwise.

* * *

About thirty ships beginning rocketing through space, dimensions charted and unknown are perfectly wrapped into a morphing bubble of purple and blue around the flotilla of ships.

Several large freighters laden with goods and industrial equipment, as well as food and medical supplies, all manner of things lying within the rust colored rectangular bunk kilometers long.

Guarded by numerous corporate cruisers, long rectangles with upside down cones with blunted ends instead of sharp points, laying at the ends, housing the reactors for the massive particle cannons, resting their expansive quadratic bodies on the thick hull. Smaller turrets bristle their emerald sides, missile racks and torpedo tubes, all prepared to protect their larger defenseless charges.

All with shields on and electroarmor powered up to full, but weapons powered down to show peaceful intent. Rocketing towards the chaos on wings of greed.

Capitan Belkin looked like he was going to go into shock as he saw the Anti-matter bombs basically do nothing.

"Full reverse, Fire at will,"

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Two men ran up to the nearest soldier they could find.

"Whose leading the Religious orders troops,"

"The Gods." It was the typical Vashian response, deeply religious as always. "They command us through daily life."

The soldier watched as the two men stood in amazement for a short time.

The planet for now has enough troops deployed to it, including ally support. The threats from space are more pressing, what with the Cyverons becoming agressive and this new threat from some unknown race.

Any assistance in the space battle would be greatly appreciated. Our fleet should be able to hold its own defensively.

Yours,
Captain R Tilitas

A single message was returned within moments of their last communications.


Please designate all targets and friendly units. We do not want to destroy the wrong ships if we don't have to.

President Smith looked at his official communications from Neoma. Their former colonized province was in trouble and CM was in need of a shot in the arm militarily. Its thousands of AI-controlled mother ships were in need of combat testing since no personnel were no longer necessary, and even more thousands of ships were controlled mainly by clones of the original. While they weren't counted in the census (nor were the colonized populous on the two dozen or so systems CM owned until their five year hitch was over), they still counted for over 75% of the Space Fleet.

"How far is our closest Fleet to the fighting?" Smith asked his Secretary of Defense.

"Well, with NC5's stargate, fourteen hours standard warp. Five if we hustle it but then we risk going in blind." Craig told him.

"And the minefield around our colonies and the Landsraad?"

"Operational plus we have minemaking nanites available for regional or operational use."

"Very well. Send them to lay mines around the target planet and send in...oh...say 100,000 Ha'Taks and a standard BattleFleet heavy two SDS'." Smith said, finishing up. This would send in 500 Onyx SSDs, 12500 SSDs, 25000 ISDs, and 50000 Asguard and Covenant Motherships along with the two irreplacable Super Death Stars and twelve Sniper Class Battle Monitors plus the accompanying AI-controlled corvettes and other escort ships and fighters. Hell was soon to reign down on whosoever has pissed off the Patron Saint of Excessive Firepower.

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Remember, if you want to discuss why not, please use the OOC Thread.


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OOC: CM, nice to see you,....


The Dark bio fleet leader could see no one was taking them seriously. The fleets lead ship tok to accerating at full speed and aimed its self directly at the Neomain command ship. Even if the ship isn't destroyed the dark bio cells would begin to absorb the Neoma ship and repair itself into a bigger better ship then before.

" Helms take the ship to full impulse, mark 667 dash 7, code 7 alert for boarding.." ordered the leader of the fleet. In the lower decks dark bio soldiers readied for combat. With weapons ready and minds st. They would be a force to be reckoned with. They feel no pain, know no fear. They where mindless killing mechians. And that how they where programmed to be.

But with only one ship advancing on the Neomas ship, the other sat like sitting ducks.

" All remaining ships advance on Neoma targets. Fire Desilators on site. Use of Dark biobombs is go."

The other ships in the area locked on the Neoma ships in the area and opened fire with the atom bond dissolving Desilator beams. AS the first one fired the beam hit a lone piece of derbis, instantly dissloving it it to base atoms.

"lets draw their attention away from the Neomans" Captain Tsuki tells her tactical officer and helmswoman.

the crusier swings out again targeting a ship at the rear of the formation with its plasma torpedoes and the plasma assisted phasers.

The Lone dark bioship at the rear, was hit by the attack. Bright electrical discharges from the plasma lite the space around the ship. But once the attack was over the showed its damage. One whole side of the ship was gone. The ship drifted on it original course, burning and melting, givivng a false sense of victory. The ships remains stopped and waited. Space debris was everywhere, and would be useful the the ship. Litlle by little the ship attracted the debris and began to absorb it. and be fore the very eyes of the attacking ship, it began to regrow the parts lost.....

by now the Ki-rin was moving off towards the next ship in the formation when the tactical officer noticed its original targets mass increasing slowly as the damage was repairing itself.

"Captain sama they're regenerating their ship using matter from other sources and it looks like they'll be back in the fight soon"

The Captain sighs and says "we need a bigger weapon but for now we'll have to make do. open fire on the next ship in the formation in the meantime and try not to get hit by return fire"

the Ki-rin opens fire on the next ship with its full weaponry hoping that the regeneration cycle takes some time.

The second ship was ready for a counter attack and had her shields raised. the phasers and torpedos where on target. Smashing the shield with tons of power. Causing the sheilds to flicker and go down. Once the shield was gone large turbo laser cannons, dark bio bombs, and Sniper cannons began to rain from the ship to the attacker......

The First ship was almost done with its regeneration. And had taken form again. And soon its weapons would soon be online.

the Ki-rin's bridge crew were efficent and battle trained and the ship agile but it couldn't evade all that return fire.

the helm officer pushed the small cruiser through moves it was never designed but about half of the return fire impacted against her shields.

the bridge shook but the shields held as they dived under the secondary target flying almost verticaly under the ships hull unleasing another volley of phaser fire..

The ships took the phasers to its belly and began to shatter at the bottom. but the Phaser fire was small and as soon as the damage was made it began to regenerate. The flesh metal bubbling and growing.

Captain Tsuki ordered the comms officer to send the combat log to the Neoman flagship using their joint code.

the transmission was sent and she hoped that their allies would have the weapons that could deal with these ships.

meanwhile the Ki-rin used evasive manouvers to get in a position to rake the ship as it flew over it.

the five phasers banks and 5 torpedo tubes fired again as the fast ship swept over their target.

Secretary Craig walked into the Executive Office an hour later with a pile of photos and a grim look on his face.

"Smith...........We lost Reach." the President's reaction was grim and somber, "What should we do Boss?"

"We break up that fleet heading to help Neoma. That's for sure." Smith replied, "What's your suggestion?"

"We need to secure Reach again, and the Jedi Academy is on the run so they'll need support. It'd be a catastrpohe to let die our most prominent family because we didn't give them support, but it'd be just as bad to send in a substandard fleet."

"So what do we do?" Craig asked.

"1 Sniper, 20 Onyx SSDs, 40 SSDs, 100 Asguards, and 1000 Ha'Taks to Neoma's aid, the break up 75-25 Reach and academy. Have them meet the Academy at Sigma Octaganus. The Ha'Taks should be escort enough except maybe fighters."

"Very well. I'll inform the fleet. They'll reach the Neoman Fleet in eight hours. Should they still have the mine-layer supplies?"

"Yes, and deploy them around the target planet for a while. Maybe that'll slow down the supplies to the enemy ground forces."

Secretary Craig walked into the Executive Office an hour later with a pile of photos and a grim look on his face.

"Smith...........We lost Reach." the President's reaction was grim and somber, "What should we do Boss?"

"We break up that fleet heading to help Neoma. That's for sure." Smith replied, "What's your suggestion?"

"We need to secure Reach again, and the Jedi Academy is on the run so they'll need support. It'd be a catastrpohe to let die our most prominent family because we didn't give them support, but it'd be just as bad to send in a substandard fleet."

"So what do we do?" Craig asked.

"1 Sniper, 20 Onyx SSDs, 40 SSDs, 100 Asguards, and 1000 Ha'Taks to Neoma's aid, the break up 75-25 Reach and academy. Have them meet the Academy at Sigma Octaganus. The Ha'Taks should be escort enough except maybe fighters."

"Very well. I'll inform the fleet. They'll reach the Neoman Fleet in eight hours. Should they still have the mine-layer supplies?"

"Yes, and deploy them around the target planet for a while. Maybe that'll slow down the supplies to the enemy ground forces."

The Neoman ship took the brunt of the attack to her port side, her sheilds failed and a few of the munitions stuck her bare hull.

two gashing holes were ripped into her as the back right plasma engine started to sputter.

Capiton Belkin had a large gash to his forehead and it was bleeding terribly.

"Fire!," He screamed as his vision started to blurr.

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The NNS Coords light fired a volly of Anti-matter munitions at her enemyys but these wer the special 8 ton warheads.

"Sir, no message identifying friendly contacts from hostiles."

"Wait for confirmation. If we shoot at the wrong ones, it will set everyone against us."

"Yes Sir."

The Frigate continued to wait.

OOC: Ok, my computer is fixed. Since I'm lazy, can somebody sum up what's been happening since I've been gone?

The Ha'Tak ships all formed a circle and started creating a gravity well. The micro black hole began to form and the Asguard ships went in first, followed by the SSDs, Onyx SSDs, and the Sniper. When the Asguards got to the other end of the portal they enacted their drives and the Ha'Taks entered the portal. As beautiful as this was, it had one glitch: AI constructs copied degrade much faster and the Navigation constructs were copies of copies. More specifically these constructs were copies of the same copy. They were supposed to be changed out last month, but the regular GDA shipyards they were scheduled to visit went down after a few worker accidents. The constructs had never been replaced and there were no humans on board to check the navigation math. And now the untested systems went SNAFU.

"Commodore Perry! We have a quantum singularity and explosions from inside the ring. Asguard motherships are reporting critical Damage.....We've lost the Illinois!" Then the ensign's mouth went wide as did all the bridge crew. the entire ring of Asguard motherships, the workhorse of the CM fleet, exploded taking no survivors as the miniture black hold in the middle crushed them all. The larger ships were too far away by now to be effected but all the escorts were now gone.

The commodore knew what had happened but sent a probe out anyways. Three hours later his suspicions were correct. The AIs, being from the same construct and degrading, gravity jumped to the exact same point in space, at the exact same time, at the speed of light, creating more or less the same fate as a dying star. He had seen this once before in training twenty years ago and knew what to do next.

"All ships, get the dust off the hyperdrives. We're no longer using coaxial drives on this mission. Send a subspace message to the Neoman fleet that we are travelling light and need an escort fleet for the battle. We'll be there in another hour."

The Neoman ship took the brunt of the attack to her port side, her sheilds failed and a few of the munitions stuck her bare hull.

two gashing holes were ripped into her as the back right plasma engine started to sputter.

Capiton Belkin had a large gash to his forehead and it was bleeding terribly.

"Fire!," He screamed as his vision started to blurr.

----
The NNS Coords light fired a volly of Anti-matter munitions at her enemyys but these wer the special 8 ton warheads.


Who are you reacting to?

Who are you reacting to?

you

OOC: Ok after posting in the OOC thread asking permission about roleplaying as the native people of the planet the Ganoxians or specifically the Ganoxan Alliance.I will assume the tech level is of around the WW 1 - WW 2 era of Earth's development. I will erase if noone wants me to play as the Ganoxians.

The Headquarters of the Ganoxan Alliance controlled all military actions of the Great War against the Forellian Union, the enemy of the Alliance. It was a busy place of military staff of various classes trying to coordinate the allied forces who were in battle. The Commander in Chief, General Wraith Kotor, was sitting in his office when he received a report of an attack on the small town of Gertorca on the Severail Peninsula.

"What?!?"

The subordinate explained, "We received a distress call via radio of an attack on Gertorca from troops wearing a special body armor impervious to our rifles and weapons that can pierce through our heaviest of tanks. There have been reports of two other armies of unknown origins fighting around that region."

General Kotor sat back in his chair. Could the attackers be the Forellian Union? Or possibly the rogue nations of the Karan Continent? The General pondered and ordered.

"Send a regiment to the town to investigate. If these armies are friendly then ask if they will help us against the Union. If they are enemies I will order reinforcements to that front. You will command the regiment personally Captain Grenzer."

"Yes sir."

Then the general got out of his seat and faced the window to see shooting stars in the sky.

OOC: Ok after posting in the OOC thread asking permission about roleplaying as the native people of the planet the Ganoxans or specifically the Ganoxan Alliance.I will assume the tech level is of around the WW 1 - WW 2 era of Earth's development. I will erase if noone wants me to play as the Ganoxans.

The Headquarters of the Ganoxan Alliance controlled all military actions of the Great War against the Forellian Union, the enemy of the Alliance. It was a busy place of military staff of various classes trying to coordinate the allied forces who were in battle. The Commander in Chief, General Trayen Kotor, was sitting in his office when he recieved a report of an attack on the small town of Gertorca on the Severail Peninsula.

"What?!?"

The subordinate explained, "We recieved a distress call via radio of an attack on Gertorca from troops wearing a special body armor impervious to our rifles and weapons that can pierce through our heaviest of tanks. There have been reports of two other armies of unknown origins fighting around that region."

General Kotor sat back in his chair. Could the attackers be the Forellian Union? Or possibly the rogue nations of the Karan Continent? The General pondered and ordered.

"Send a regiment to the town to investigate. If these armies are friendly then ask if they will help us against the Union. If they are enemies I will order reinforcements to that front. You will command the regiment personally Captain Grenzer."

"Yes sir."

Then the general got out of his seat and faced the window to see shooting stars in the sky.

The Neomans fired again and agian, they weren't the kind of force for an open battle.

"Sir! we need to pull out!," On of the soldiers shouted as he sprayed a window with bolts.

The leutenant nodded as he hurridly tried to reach the dropship. He finally reached it and ordered a combat evac.

"Hold this position!," He shouted as he fired.

A few minutes later the dropship came in low and fast.

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It hovered over them and extended rapelling gear. The soldiers hooked up the ropes to their armor and they were lifted off the ground. Whe neveryone was inside and strapped in the Dropship flew off.

Suddenly a explosion rocket the dropship. The dropship, chugging out black smoke carriened over a group of the natives soldiers as it went down. The dropship struck the ground on its side and rolled. Nothing in the area could not have seen them the piolet knew that as the ship rolled.

ooc: to Communistic Govts there you go :)

Captain Grenzer was riding in the lead truck of the convoy that was travelling to Gertorca. This was his first field command position and he was anxious, anxious about his actions.

Remember your training. Just stay calm. he thought

The Captain halted the convoy 20 miles from the town. The Captain then got out of the truck.

"Alright set up your fortifications here men. There have been reports of two other armies in this area so double time MOVE MOVE MOVE!"

The Captain walked over to his Executive officer. "XO, grab two men and follow me to the jeep. We are going to survey the area."

After driving over the rolling hills that blocked the view of the camp the men did not need binoculars to see what was going on. It was a massive battle between three armies. Two armies using some sort of aircraft that dropped from high altitudes to unload companies of men to the battle.

"Sir what the hell is this?" asked one of the Privates.

"I don't know Private. I just don't know." replied the Captain.

The Executive officer handed him the binoculars.

"Look what they are doing to the townspeople!"

His vision through the binoculars was of machine like humans injecting some sort of syringe into the townspeople which turns them into the machine like humans themselves.

"We have to return to base camp."

The four men got into the jeep and returned to the base.

"The situation is grave men. It would seem that the Forellian Union is introducing a new kind of chemical weapon into the Gertorcans. Gear up and prepare for battle."

The regiment then moved onto the town..

*Tag*

The CM Fleet entered the space around the beleaguered planet and dropped three pods planetbound. In each was a single Blood Ranger. They had picked up on the Neoman radio transmissions and landed a few KMs away from the battle. Some troops got there the three Blood Rangers hopped out and had loaded up their weapons.

Sgt. Kowalski looked at Colonel Fischer, "So, we gonna teach this youngblood how to fight?"

"I guess. Now let's see how we can help these Neomans." Fischer said as his red mech powered up and gave the soldiers a show. "Now, to see whic side these guys are on."

"Sir look!" one of the soldiers pointed to another aircraft dropping from the sky.

"Probably more reinforcements for the other nation's soldiers. Continue to the town," ordered Grenzer.

By the time the troops got to the town, its residents were under some kind of metamorphosis of unknown origin. Some of the troops were horrified.

"What human would do something that horrible to another human being?" then vomited.

"Alright men! I want this perimeter secure on the double. You 5 round up all the victims in the town square. Get the medic to treat these people."

Ten minutes later...

Two Privates patrolling a street found a strange looking soldier with a new kind of armor and some sort of rifle, over a civilian.

"You there, drop the rifle and put your hand on your head!"

The man didnt reply as he pulled out a syringe.

"HOLD IT! DROP THE SHOT NOW YOU FORELLIAN SCUM!" the Private yelled

The man continued to give the civilian the syringe.

The Private then fired one round at his head. The Private was a skilled marksman and knows that he hit him square in the forehead. But to his horror he saw the man take the slug out and came at the two soldiers.

"Oh shit RUN!"

It was too late as the two men were vaporised by the beings strange rifle.

Back at the town center and explosion could be heard from a nearby street.

"What the hell was that!" yelled Grenzer.

Grenzer went over to inspect to find a armored being coming towards him and his troops. "Fire at will!"

Two squads opened fired to no effect of stopping the being. Machine guns were not able to cut him down. The troops came to their last resort at stopping the armored soldier, their bazookas.

"Bazookas loaded sir!"

"FIRE!" ordered Grenzer.

The first hit taken by the man was ineffective but when two more shells came at him it actually disabled him.

"What in God's name is this that has to take three Bazooka shells to take out?" asked the Executive Officer.

"No one has technology like this. Give me that Bazooka."

Grenzer went over to about a good distance away from the body, aim it at the head, and blasted it away.

"Take the body back to Headquarters for research. They will be quite interested in what the hell is going on here."

"Sir look!" one of the soldiers pointed to another aircraft dropping from the sky.

"Probably more reinforcements for the other nation's soldiers. Continue to the town," ordered Grenzer.

By the time the troops got to the town, its residents were under some kind of metamorphosis of unknown origin. Some of the troops were horrified.

"What human would do something that horrible to another human being?" then vomited.

"Alright men! I want this perimeter secure on the double. You 5 round up all the victims in the town square. Get the medic to treat these people."

Ten minutes later...

Two Privates patrolling a street found a strange looking soldier with a new kind of armor and some sort of rifle, over a civilian.

"You there, drop the rifle and put your hand on your head!"

The man didnt reply as he pulled out a syringe.

"HOLD IT! DROP THE SHOT NOW YOU FORELLIAN SCUM!" the Private yelled

The man continued to give the civilian the syringe.

The Private then fired one round at his head. The Private was a skilled marksman and knows that he hit him square in the forehead. But to his horror he saw the man take the slug out and came at the two soldiers.

"Oh shit RUN!"

It was too late as the two men were vaporised by the beings strange rifle.

Back at the town center and explosion could be heard from a nearby street.

"What the hell was that!" yelled Grenzer.

Grenzer went over to inspect to find a armored being coming towards him and his troops. "Fire at will!"

Two squads opened fired to no effect of stopping the being. Machine guns were not able to cut him down. The troops came to their last resort at stopping the armored soldier, their bazookas.

"Bazookas loaded sir!"

"FIRE!" ordered Grenzer.

The first hit taken by the man was ineffective but when two more shells came at him it actually disabled him.

"What in God's name is this that has to take three Bazooka shells to take out?" asked the Executive Officer.

"No one has technology like this. Give me that Bazooka."

Grenzer went over to about a good distance away from the body, aim it at the head, and blasted it away.

"Take the body back to Headquarters for research. They will be quite interested in what the hell is going on here."

The drop ship was a wreck, it had landed sideways and rolled several times killing some of the men inside.

The pilot came too and fumbled for the comm.

"This is Drop ship K-2, We have been shot down and need assistance, Repeat we have been shot down and need assistance," He had the radio on a broadcast frequency, If anyone was listening they would hear it.

ooc: This is for Communistic Govts to come across my soldiers.

OOC: Errrm, I'll do my best to get back into this.

IC: The Cyveron fleet was now fast approaching the planet. They fired back towards their pursuers. Every now and again a Cyveron ship stopped in order to hold up attackers, bursting into flame a few moments later. Cyveron 11.1 put his hand to his chest. 'We are approaching the planet and will land shortly. The Cyveron legions will depart and begin the conversion of the humans below.'

On Ganoxa

Cyveron 11.0 marched at the head of a column that now numbered 111. Six Cyverons had been destroyed holding the retreat from the small town, but seventeen humans had been converted. Some of the converts were left in the town, incomplete or dying.

Dust hung in the air as the Cyverons continued their relentless march. Finally, they reached their destination. A port that was alive with many humans going about their business. They had not yet heard of the attack on the other town. The Alliance army was busy reacting to a number of other alien incursions, and the ships battling above the planet were still to far off to see.
Except that is, from the astronomers tower in the middle of the port.

Once again, the people cheered as the Cyverons entered the town. Once again, they assumed that this was a new weapon that the Alliance had constructed. Again, they went out to greet the army. But this time, a lone man ran into the town square as the last Cyverons marched through the gates.

'For God's sake.' he shouted. 'Do not let those things in.' The desperation in his voice made some people retreat in alarm and others laugh. The laughter of the ports mayor was cut short as a Cyveron raised a gun and shot him in the face. The top half of his body disintergrated in a second. Screams filled the air.
'I am Cyveron 11.0.' announced the unit at the head of the column. 'We will improve your....' His sentence was cut short as shots fired off. The bullets richocheted off of the armour that had been fused to his body. The Cyverons turned and shot the man with the gun, who burst into a red dust.
'We cannot be harmed with your primative weapons.' announced Cyveron
11.0. 'We are the Cy.....' He was cut off again. This time, it was a rocket fired from an unseen place. Cyveron 11.0 caught the rocket in the chest. Moments later, there was not much left of him.
'The humans are taking offensive action!!!!' announced a second Cyveron in monotone. 'Remove the humans with weapons and then we will begin the conversion. I am Cyveron 11.2 and am now this units commander.'

The CM Fleet entered the space around the beleaguered planet and dropped three pods planetbound. In each was a single Blood Ranger. They had picked up on the Neoman radio transmissions and landed a few KMs away from the battle. Some troops got there the three Blood Rangers hopped out and had loaded up their weapons.

Sgt. Kowalski looked at Colonel Fischer, "So, we gonna teach this youngblood how to fight?"

"I guess. Now let's see how we can help these Neomans." Fischer said as his red mech powered up and gave the soldiers a show. "Now, to see whic side these guys are on."
OOC: edited to fit better. Waiting for someone to reply

"Sir, HQ has sent reinforcements after sending the body back for research. We have recieved 10 tanks to combat these new Forellian infantry." the XO reported.

"Good we will put them to good use. The Forellians have been seen here at least 500 feet from this position. Send 2 tanks and a squad equipped with bazookas."

"Yes sir."

"What of the autopsy on the body?" Grenzer asked.

"It seems the armor is embedded in their skeletons as if they were made of metal. This is why we recieved the tanks."


"Damn those Forellians and bless those souls who have undergone this transformation."

Meanwhile at the frontlines of the Alliance-Forellian War a squad of infantry was walking through forest when they suddenly saw a aircraft crash into a clearing.

"What the hell was that!" yelled a Private.

"Lets check it out" the squad leader ordered.

As the squad walked to the clearing the radioman was getting something.

"Sarge I'm getting something on the radio."

This is Drop ship K-2, We have been shot down and need assistance, Repeat we have been shot down and need assistance

"Dropship? What the hell is a dropship?" asked the radioman.

"Must be a new kind of transport aircraft the Forellians made..." Sarge explained "c'mon we're almost there."

When the squad came up to the wreckage it was a strange sight. They would expect propellers but this was different. Then they saw some people get out of the wreckage. The squad pointed there rifles at them expecting to get some POWs from them.

"HOLD IT! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" yelled Sarge.

"Sir, HQ has sent reinforcements after sending the body back for research. We have recieved 10 tanks to combat these new Forellian infantry." the XO reported.

"Good we will put them to good use. The Forellians have been seen here at least 500 feet from this position. Send 2 tanks and a squad equipped with bazookas."

"Yes sir."

"What of the autopsy on the body?" Grenzer asked.

"It seems the armor is embedded in their skeletons as if they were made of metal. This is why we recieved the tanks."


"Damn those Forellians and bless those souls who have undergone this transformation."

Meanwhile at the frontlines of the Alliance-Forellian War a squad of infantry was walking through forest when they suddenly saw a aircraft crash into a clearing.

"What the hell was that!" yelled a Private.

"Lets check it out" the squad leader ordered.

As the squad walked to the clearing the radioman was getting something.

"Sarge I'm getting something on the radio."

This is Drop ship K-2, We have been shot down and need assistance, Repeat we have been shot down and need assistance

"Dropship? What the hell is a dropship?" asked the radioman.

"Must be a new kind of transport aircraft the Forellians made..." Sarge explained "c'mon we're almost there."

When the squad came up to the wreckage it was a strange sight. They would expect propellers but this was different. Then they saw some people get out of the wreckage. The squad pointed there rifles at them expecting to get some POWs from them.

"HOLD IT! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" yelled Sarge.

The men pointed there weapons at the natives preparing to fire.

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"Wait!," a voice boomed from inside the cockpit.

"Drop them, if we kill them our mission to protect them will be for nothing."

The soldiers looked at each other and slowly dropped there weapons. They took a step back. Even though the natives were pointing weapons at them they didn't mind, not like there inferior bullets could puncture their armor.

"Hey Sarge they don't look like Forellians." said one of the Privates.

"Yeah you're right, Korelev." Sarge acknowledged.

He yelled over to the unknown soldiers "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT COUNTRY ARE YOU FROM!"

"Hey Sarge they don't look like Forellians." said one of the Privates.

"Yeah you're right, Forelev." Sarge acknowledged.

He yelled over to the unknown soldiers "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT COUNTRY ARE YOU FROM!"

"We are from Neoma, its a planet far away from here." One of the soldiers said.

The helmet he wore covered his entire head, the blue eyes were scanning them, taking pictures, and recording faces.

"Your're from another planet ya right! Show me some proof Mr. Spaceman." then Sarge laughed along with his troops.

OOC: hey is that picture from FF Spirits Within?

"Colonel Fischer, I'm picking up Neoman radio transmissions." Kowalski commed over.

"Good, contact them while we figure out who these people are. We don't want to kill anyone unnecessarily." Fischer said.

"Neoman forces, this is Bravo Company of Crazed Marines. Over. Neoman Forces please respond. Over." Kowalski kept this up for a feww minutes before he got a somewhat static-filled reply...
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The CM Fleet was just waiting in the dark of the planet. If they didn't have their escort fleet they were asking to get killed, and could do absolutely nothing offensively. That's when the commodore got the idea.

"Deploy the mines. Have them circle the planet and attach passively to any ship that doesn't transmit a positive IFF signal."

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Dark commander




The dark bio fleet took the attack with the usual full force. Causing ships the buckle and break apart. But witrh every ships that fell apart, the regeneration process just continued to happen. And with every ship that regenerated small peices of the ships stayed of the form mechs. Soon even the other ships began to absorb more and more debris. And then formed more mechs. The ships that where not regenerating began to return fire to the Neomain Ship The dark commander Gave his orders..

"All non regen. ships return fire at lead ship. All regen ships, once regen is complete continue to attack toher targets of value. " said the commander with his mechainical voice

The fleet then in unison fired a full scale attack at the Neomain ship. Thousands of missiles and hundreds of Sniper rounds rocketed towards the ship.

Captain Tsuki muttered as she could see that the Ki-rin's attacks were no better than pin pricks against these ships.

Still she had to keep fighting despite the damage they had taken.

with shields at 50% they had to be carefull.

"Tsuki to Commander Miromuta. take your security people and execute boarding plan B." Pairs of security people fanned out covering transporter rooms, engineering and key corridors.

with their preparations complete she also hit the secret code into the panel of her command chair. the self destruction code which would arm the nuclear device in engineering .

it would only go off it the second part of the code was entered and the XO would do that nearer the time if it was needed.

"helm take us to the next undamaged ship and we'll keep them occupied" she orders.

They swooped onto the next Hobeebian ship and opened fire as its firepower was directed against the Neoman ship.

The lead ship had saw the incoming ship as it entered boarding range. The other ships that where regenerating had now finished and had begun to open fire at the boarding ship.

The commander knew that the ship was thier but had no intention was driving it away. If they boarded they would not leave....

" Helms ready the ship for guests" said the commander

" Aye sir" said the Helm as he readied the ship for boarders.....

"Tactical target the engines and power sources" Captain Tsuki ordered "I'll like to see them fight back without power"

the Ki-rins weapons struck home and they swooped below its target.

ooc: boarding plan B is designed to defend the ship against borders not to board a ship

ooc: yes it is.... WOOT!

And Hobeebia its only one ship.
IC:

A Neoman soldier bent down and picked up his rifle and pointed it at a tree. He fired and a elliptical red energy ball lashed out and slammed into the tree. The tree exploded around the entry wound and toppled over.

"Not so funny now is it?" He said as he turned to the aw struck natives.

Suddenly there comms picked up the CM transmission. One of the men put his hand to his helmet and pressed a recessed button.

"This is Rapid Action Team K-2, When the hell you guys get here?" He said half jokingly.

---

Though the shields were down the back up deflector shields were still operational.

Most of the enemy weapons deflected off in various directions but still some broke threw.

The NNS Coords light had a gapping gash in her port side and now both engines went down.

a Rocket exited the rear of the ship and flew away, at 500m it entered hyperspace and was gone.

The NNS Coords light didn't fire anymore, she wasn't sending out any transmissions. Figuratively dead in the water.

The tactical officer told Captain Tsuki "The Coords Light is drifting in space its power down"

"break of the attack and ready the tractor beam. once we're clear set a course for the Coords Light and lock the beam on once we reach them. we can then tow them to safety"

the new orders were carried out and the Ki-rin broke away from the Hobbeeian ships...

OOC: Soory about the boarding... Thought wrong will fix later..



The dark Fleet saw thier chance to do what they would created to do. Absorb and assimilate. With the others ships back to operational status the fleet moved in to path of the Ki-rin and opened fire. The command ship however took a had turn to port and took aim at the Neomain ship. With its defence almost gone and while it drifted it was prime to absorb...

" Helms take us to pod launch distance!" order the commander as he pointed at the drifting ship.

The HLems officer quickly keyed in the comand and the ship rocketed toward the NNS Coords light. The ship was getting closer and soon was in range. The dark ship made a turn to the port again putting it parrallel to the NNS Coords Light.

" Fire the Boarding pods!" screamed the commander.

On the side of the vessel, small doors opened up and shot out hundreds of small pods that would attach to the side of the hull and begin to infect the ships skin and systems....

"Alright so you are from another planet..." the sargeant then looked at the tree, "but we still have to take you back to Headquarters. Better to be at Headquarters than let the Forellians get you and trust me you don't want them to get you despite your impressive technology."

The Sargeant then gestured the aliens to come with his troops.

The Fury, T-Space:



“Sir, a message from The Intervention. It appears the nation that contacted us has not responded to the request for confirmation of friendly/hostile contacts. Captain Ha’Heduu is requesting status of orders.”

Commander Ta’Varr examined the reading from the battle and the planet for a while before responding. While he was considering his actions, a fleeting shadow touched his mind unnoticed (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11462618&postcount=13).

“The request could have been a diversion to keep us from acting against them. Their refusal to confirm their forces casts suspicion upon their motives. I believe we should consider all unknown ships as hostile.”

“Command the rest of the battlefleet to take position and prepare for Emergence into Real Space on my command. All vessels are to be considered Hostile. I repeat, all ships from a nation unknown to us are to be considered hostile until further notice.”

Within T-Space, the ebon vessels moved to their positions and awaited the command to transfer to Real Space.

OOC: Balrogga do you have Yahoo?

Check TG

Despite the agility of the Ki-rin their shields still took a pounding.

"shields at 20%" the tactical officer as they continued to use evasive manovers to try and get away diving under their attackers to give themselves and the 'Coords light' a chance..

A great crash sounded as the Cyveron ships hit the atmosphere. Soon, half a million Cyverons would be landing on the planet.

Back at Allied Headquarters...

One of the assistant to the General handed a document to General Kotor in his office.

"The Forellians are retreating?" the General asked in surprise.

"Yes sir. The initial reports have indicated that unknown forces have landed near the capital of Forellia. They say its the same kind of soldiers we are currently researching in our lab." the assistant reported.

"Is the regiment fairing any better at Gertorca?" the General asked.

"We haven't recieved anymore word from them since the last tranmission. In the last transmission they have reported that these creatures. are hostile to all humans." the assistant said.

"We must send a envoy to Forellia to discuss a possible Alliance against this new foe." the General ordered.

A few hours later in the Forellian Union capital of Kpor.

The military headquarters was in complete disarray when the invaders captured several cities withing a matter of seconds. No one knew who or what these invaders are but they do know they mean business. Whatever attempts of a defense that mounted against the onslaught of enemies ended in complete slaughters. Thousands of men lost in the battles, more men lost in the entire 10 year war with the Alliance. Then the Alliance envoy enter the office of the dictator of the Forellian Union Fret Valorska.

"What brings YOU here all the way from Alliance territory?" the dictator snarled.

"The Alliance is well aware of the invaders and have come to propose that our two great forces ally to fight our common enemy. Unlike you though only one city has been attacked by these creatures. Possibly a scouting party." the envoy proposed.

"And what makes you think that we will comply to this allliance?" Valorska asked confidently.

"These enemies have exacted a vendetta against all of humanity as it seems. Turning the humans into them assimilating us into their will."

Valorska thought it over.....

"Fine let it be known that peace has been announced between the Union and the Alliance."

Then the two discussed a meeting of their top generals and staff.

OOC: Hey Vesper i hope its ok for the invasion be in Forellia instead of where the Alliance is.

OOC: No. lol only joking. Sure. So in Forellian territory then.

The soldiers looked at each other and picked there weapons back up.

Two went inside and pulled the piolet free. They followed the natives, still ready for a fight.

evading the attackers the Ki-rin speeds away and locates the 'Coords light'.

"lock on and get them out of here" Captain Tsuki orders.

The beams locks on and the Ki-rin tows the stricken ship to the location of the religious order fleet.

ooc: yes it is.... WOOT!

And Hobeebia its only one ship.
IC:

A Neoman soldier bent down and picked up his rifle and pointed it at a tree. He fired and a elliptical red energy ball lashed out and slammed into the tree. The tree exploded around the entry wound and toppled over.

"Not so funny now is it?" He said as he turned to the aw struck natives.

Suddenly there comms picked up the CM transmission. One of the men put his hand to his helmet and pressed a recessed button.

"This is Rapid Action Team K-2, When the hell you guys get here?" He said half jokingly.

---

Though the shields were down the back up deflector shields were still operational.

Most of the enemy weapons deflected off in various directions but still some broke threw.

The NNS Coords light had a gapping gash in her port side and now both engines went down.

a Rocket exited the rear of the ship and flew away, at 500m it entered hyperspace and was gone.

The NNS Coords light didn't fire anymore, she wasn't sending out any transmissions. Figuratively dead in the water.

Kowalski laughed, "Well, we've been here for all of ten minutes and we're surrounded by about a company of soldiers who aren't too pleased. You mind sending us the packet of all combatant uniforms so we know who these guys are?"

Fischer then activated his speakers, "So, you boys like coming here on the weekends or you want to talk to us? If the later, you mind telling us who you are?"
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Commodore Perry had sent out a probe when they first arrived and the mines were deployed by now. He roughly had a picture of the battlefield now and knew the Neoman Fleet wouldn't last if he didn't help.

"Order a jump around the planet. Let's jump between the friendly fleet and the enemy. Open fire when we drop in."

"Roger. Warp in 5...4...3...2...1....Warp!"

As the squad made it way back to Allied Headquarters with the aliens it was more frantic then usual.

"Whats goin on?" Sarge asked one of the enlisted.

"Some technologically advanced nation has invaded Forellia. Our attempts at an alliance with them has succeeded," the enlisted person said.

"Is the General still here?"

"Yea hes still in his office."

Sarge then escorted the aliens to the General's office.

"This is the Commander in Chief of the Allied forces. Conduct yourself properly."

The group entered the room.

"Sargeant! Who are these beings?"

The General looked up and down at them.

"They say they are from another planet sir and I assure you that I am not joking as they showed us some impressive technology."

The General looked at them. "So are you hostile as the other beings that have invaded Forellia a few hours ago?"

((OOC: Uh, could we like, wait for Religious Order and such to post before we all go much farther?))

OOC: Yeah, I'll just contact the geezer and see if he is still in on this one.

ooc: Ill continue for a post or two, just with Communistic Govts thou.

The Neoman soldiers set down the wounded pilot and two of them began to treat his wounds.

"Were here to protect your planet from the second most horrid alien presence we've come across," One of them said.

"To us there is two fronts of this battle, one on the ground and one in orbit around you tiny part of the galaxy."

"We're allied troops." the Lieutenant commanding the company that had cornered the Blood Rangers stated.

"Very Well. I believe ou folks are expecting me then." the Colonel shouted. "I am Colonel Fischer of Crazed Marines. I believe we have reservations for three." The three men saw the troops weren't taking the humor too well. "Ok guys, stand down. We're here to speak with your commanders. I believe you already have our close allies, Neoman troops, in your company." The blood rangers then depowered their weapons and their masks came down to reveal a human face.

OOC: Communist Gov't, time to escort my men to HQ

Outside the office of General Kotor a Corporal enters.

"Um sir?" the Corporal said anxiously.

"What is it Corporal I'm busy speaking with these people." the General snarled.

"Sir three persons say they are from another planet and are close allies with these people." the Corporal explained himself.

"Then bring them in Corporal." the General ordered.

"Yessir." the Corporal acknowledged.

Ten minutes later the three figures walked in and introduced themselves.

"So the Crazed Marines are close allies of the Neomans, well the situation is grave. These Cyverons have captured several cities within minutes of their immediate landing. We are currently mounting a defense against these people but we fear it will not succeed. But we are determined to fight to the last man." the General said.

The General then got out of his seat and headed for the door.

"Come we are late for the meeting of the Alliance-Forellian Generals."

Outside the office of General Kotor a Corporal enters.

"Um sir?" the Corporal said anxiously.

"What is it Corporal I'm busy speaking with these people." the General snarled.

"Sir three persons say they are from another planet and are close allies with these people." the Corporal explained himself.

"Then bring them in Corporal." the General ordered.

"Yessir." the Corporal acknowledged.

Ten minutes later the three figures walked in and introduced themselves.

"So the Crazed Marines are close allies of the Neomans, well the situation is grave. These Cyverons have captured several cities within minutes of their immediate landing. We are currently mounting a defense against these people but we fear it will not succeed. But we are determined to fight to the last man." the General said.

The General then got out of his seat and headed for the door.

"Come we are late for the meeting of the Alliance-Forellian Generals."

One of the soldier held out his hand to Colonel Fischer.

"Lt. Heller Rapid Action team "RAT" K-2, Always good to see an allie when its just a platoon of men surrounded by warring factions."

Lt. Heller was smiling even though his helmet covered his entire head.

Lt. Heller listened to the General and nodded "How will these Forellians take to us aliens?"

Colonel Fischer joined the commanders in the meting, his mech armor flipped down to show his upper torso. He was a buff man, but had many scars on his neck and what parts of his chest showed. His last orders were to Kowalski to "show their allies what their weapons could do..." Kowalski took this as a clue and asked for a broken down tank, enemy or allied, for a demonstration of their technology. The Third Blood Ranger, named Smith, looked at Kowalski and charged up his plasma thrower.

They brought up a tank and Kowalski asked "How thick are those walls?"

"Three inches. More or less."

"Ok. set it in front of a hill and clear everything behind it away." Kowalski called. Everyone looked curiously and he repeated this when everyone moved. He fired a single shot out of his wrist cannon and knocked a five inch ole out of both sides of the tank all the way through the berm as well. The tank tipped when the slug hit and nearly flipped before settling back on its demolished treads. A single bullet casing a foot long and three inches wide ejected and Kowalski smiled. He then shouted, "And do you believe this thing is full auto?"

The Smith shocked everybody as he launched a blue orb into the tank which promptly melted into a pool of red liquid that every moved around that cooled a half hour later. Smith then lined up for a bazooka shot that didn't even scratch the paint. The locals were impressed at this and laughed as Smith asked for another one as it cleard his sinuses.

One of the soldier held out his hand to Colonel Fischer.

"Lt. Heller Rapid Action team "RAT" K-2, Always good to see an allie when its just a platoon of men surrounded by warring factions."

Lt. Heller was smiling even though his helmet covered his entire head.

Lt. Heller listened to the General and nodded "How will these Forellians take to us aliens?"

*In the commanders meeting*

Fischer looked at the Lieutenant, "Son, I've been doing this since before you were born, but I want your honest assesment of this situation. What all is going on and what are we facing?" He listened for a minute then told both commanders what his men were capable of. More or less armored like an entire Mech Corps, and armed even more, Fischer offered his services as a direct combat unit behing enemy lines or as a devestation unit inside the main battle forces.

After the demostration of the alien technology Forellian dictator Valorska rose up.

"Impressive peice of technology you have here gentlmen. Now to the matter at hand. Our current forces are losing on every front and are aproaching Kpor at 20 miles a day. Sure we may have some resistance fighters in the major cities but they will be no match for this enemy. Although we had some success in planting land mines in the wake of our retreat even wooden ones so that these foes cannot detect them by magnetic detection. Here..." the dictator pointed to the map on the table. "is our frontlines."

General Kotor then spoke up,

"Our forces are now mobilized to help the Forellians but we will leave our reserves to train with the Neomans and Crazed Marines in the new technology. I advise that the Forellians do the same."

"Yes we should, but I hope our men can work together, as there is deep hatred between our sides."

A Forellian general stood up and spoke. "Training our men may take some time. We need direct support from these alien nations to fend off these Cyverons or they will reach Kpor in a matter of hours!"

"Hes right. Can you radio in some more men to help us?" Kotor spoke to Fischer.

After the demostration of the alien technology Forellian dictator Valorska rose up.

"Impressive peice of technology you have here gentlmen. Now to the matter at hand. Our current forces are losing on every front and are aproaching Kpor at 20 miles a day. Sure we may have some resistance fighters in the major cities but they will be no match for this enemy. Although we had some success in planting land mines in the wake of our retreat even wooden ones so that these foes cannot detect them by magnetic detection. Here..." the dictator pointed to the map on the table. "is our frontlines."

General Kotor then spoke up,

"Our forces are now mobilized to help the Forellians but we will leave our reserves to train with the Neomans and Crazed Marines in the new technology. I advise that the Forellians do the same."

"Yes we should, but I hope our men can work together, as there is deep hatred between our sides."

A Forellian general stood up and spoke. "Training our men may take some time. We need direct support from these alien nations to fend off these Cyverons or they will reach Kpor in a matter of hours!"

"Hes right. Can you radio in some more men to help us?" Kotor spoke to Fischer.

Lt. Heller listened as the men talked about how they wanted the Neomans and CMs to train there people

Lt. Heller looked at Colonel Fischer "Well so far the situation is grave to say the least. With only a platoon of men i cant really give you a full assessment but i would suggest as man men on the ground as we both can.. but Ive lost contact with the "NNs Coords Light" So I'm unsure hoe the battle overhead is going."

Lt. Heller pressed a button on his helmet, the mouth and noise piece slid down as the eye and forehead piece slid up. He took it off revealing he was human to the natives.

"This whole thing is F.U.B.A.R in my opinion, Without any weapons that can penetrate the enemy's armor is pretty much useless."

---

A hyperspace wormhole opened. It was massive.

A Neoman Armada came out of hyperspace and as they did the opened fire on the Hobeebians.

Neoman Armada

27 Galactic Intruder Battleships
32 Dante Destroyers
12 Solso Transports
and
1 Fogallian Battle station.

The dark commander gave a evil smile as he saw the new ships enter the battlefield. With every new ship came the new prospect of infection.

" The come like sheep to the slaughter. Redirect the pods to the new fleet. " said the commander

" Sir redirection is complete." said the drop officer.

The pods that where intented for the derelict suddenly began to charge at the new fleet.

The commander had no need to call new ships he had only to create more...
The ship's dark desilator beams charged and erupted out into the void, striking a group of asteroids. The once normal asteroids begun to change color and then form. the once jagded edges became round. Soon hundreds of round spherical orbs started to move towards the battle field. As they moved they changed form and became warships of the dark ones.

The dark commander gave a evil smile as he saw the new ships enter the battlefield. With every new ship came the new prospect of infection.

" The come like sheep to the slaughter. Redirect the pods to the new fleet. " said the commander

" Sir redirection is complete." said the drop officer.

The pods that where intented for the derelict suddenly began to charge at the new fleet.

The commander had no need to call new ships he had only to create more...
The ship's dark desilator beams charged and erupted out into the void, striking a group of asteroids. The once normal asteroids begun to change color and then form. the once jagded edges became round. Soon hundreds of round spherical orbs started to move towards the battle field. As they moved they changed form and became warships of the dark ones.

The Neoman fleet opened up, shells, plasma burst lashed out towards the Hobbebian flagship.

As the ships came closer the fleet opened up with a AA shield. flak, HE rounds, and nuclear warheads created a blanket around the fleet.

The commander barked out orders in light of the incoming attack..

" helm take the heading, 127.952" said the helms officer as he took the ship into a deep list.

The rest of the fleet took points and rattled heavy sniper rounds and quantum matter missiles towards the Neomain fleet...

The new fleet took aim from the opposite side and did the same...


As the command ship listed down the commander ordered that the dark Desilator beam charged..and to take aim at the planet

General Horther of the Alliance stood up and spoke to the assembly.

"The best that we can do is rocket launchers, tanks, and artillery to penetrate their defenses. As Valorska said the land mine have had some success in disabling the Cyverons, but I'm afraid their advance cannot be slowed down. Is there anyway to upgrade our existing weapons to be more effective against them."

Kotor was about to say something but decided against it, but Valorska saw the reaction on his face. "Is there something you would like to say, Kotor?"

"Uh...yes. There is this reserch we have been doing for sometime now to help us in the war. A bomb that is capable of leveling cities and deploy huge amounts of radiation in its wake. The method used is the seperation of atoms to create a chain reaction that produces an explosion. We call it the atomic bomb.

Colonel Fischer looked at the General and replied, "Yes, we have this technology you are looking at. In fact, I have brought a few miniature rockets with such capabilities. However doing so threatens death from orbit of your planet. My suggestion is to use my men not to train your men, but rather to act as an entire division along your front lines to destroy the enemy lines. We cannot train your men on our weapons as firing them without these suits can kill a man as well as it takes years to train each man. Now, I have received confirmation from my commander that we have mines in place above your planet to protect the enemy from reinforcing from orbit as well as possibly take out some of their ships."

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Commodore! Enemy missiles inbound. Unknown type, possibly a bioweapon."

"Activate the wormhole shield! Redirect most of these back at the enemy." The Commodore shouted, hoping his one of three shots with this weapon/shield would work. A shuttle launched itself, dropped the disposable stargate which opened a one-way wormhole that refaced towards the eneemy fleet. More or less it was a huge mirror to attacks.

"Now, fire HBMs on the same head. Weaps charge up everything. Fire the sniper when we aquire. Tac, I need the full picture!"

"Sir, three fleets are believed to be within range. Hell Bringers are gravitating on enemy fleet. Impact in 5...4...3...2...1...Impact. Rebound in three...two...one...Rebounding in two...one....rebound...impact...Detonation. Sir, the HBMs seemed effective."

"Good, I like these new weapons." the Commodore called. He hoped this would be enough to cripple the enemy fleet

OOC: HBMs or Hell bringers, are grav-driven missiles that are like a ram through enemy fleets and when kinetic energy runs out it detonate a M/AM core about the size of a sedan while the whole thing is the size of a VW bus. They're devistating but I have very few of them.

The missles where a new incoming that made a very large spike on the computer...


" sir we have an incoming thats emitting a high level of gravitational energys. Possiblly grav-weapon. Orders?" barked the defence officer

" On my mark activate the Omni-Overshield. That would be more then enough to destroy any of those weapons. And do to our close proximity to the Neomain fleet it will ause effeicent damage to thier shilds and structural integrety" said the Commander as he tapped on a holoboard.... The screen only said "Activate"...


With a swift press. The shields around the whole fleet started to glow a bright black light color and began to expand and at a very high rate. With the wepaons about to make inpact on the over shield and the Neomain flert inbetween two massive energy waves of death. The shilds would fail soon and the ships hulls would melt and bubble with contact....

"The utilization of the atomic bombs will be our last resort in stopping the Cyverons. In the meantime our commanders will order our men to use the heaviest weapons we have against them."

Valorska then spoke to Colonel Fischer. "We will need this division to defend our capital. If we succeed there then our men will be moralized enough to fight harder against the enemy"

The meeting was dissolved after the battleplans were discussed.

Fischer smiled at the news he would act at a major effort. Then he said, "So, how far is it to our RV point?"
~~~~~~
"Commodore, HBMs did not penetrate shields."

"Why the hell did you tell me they did?"

"Sensors were fooled sir. No damage to enemy fleet."

"Fine, lay down a wave of plasma, plas beams, and a subspace core."

"SUBSPACE?"

"Did I stutter, send them to hell."

Fischer smiled at the news he would act at a major effort. Then he said, "So, how far is it to our RV point?"
~~~~~~
"Commodore, HBMs did not penetrate shields."

"Why the hell did you tell me they did?"

"Sensors were fooled sir. No damage to enemy fleet."

"Fine, lay down a wave of plasma, plas beams, and a subspace core."

"SUBSPACE?"

"Did I stutter, send them to hell."

The Neoman fleet came up behind the CM fleet and joined in the massive volley.

---

The Neoman soldier nodded "How high are you building? If we lead them into the city and blow the buildings they should crumble ontop of them."

"Better idea. we invite them into a deserted city, smash their front and rear vehicles, and then open with AT weapons and make them pay fpr every step whichever way. We had a famous battle on earth named Stalingrad that did this and killed 1.2 million German soldiers. Let's see if we can do the same." Fischer finished as he suited up and left with his men on the one hour run to the capital.

Valorska replied to the Neoman's and Fischer's plans. "We do have the frontline city of Orema. The skyscrapers there should be sufficient for the plan, but we must defend the capital or my men will be completely demoralized by the enemy. Kpor will be our Stalingrad."

"Now, Kpor's what, eighty miles from here? Tell your men we'll be there in an hour........RANGERS! SADDLE UP AND MOVE 'EM OUT!" Fischer then activated his armor and started running.
~~~~~
*an hour later at Kpor*
The three Blood Rangers stepped foot at the HQ and met the commander.

"I am Sam Fischer. I am here to make this a living hell for the enemy. I need all the maps you have for this city, all your units available to move on my command, and plenty of enginers and explosives"

“Captain, it appears that the group of ships labeled DBM on the holoscreen is charging what appears to be a massive superweapon.”

“Target?”

“It appears they are taking aim at a group of asteroids.”

“Must be some sort of intimidation they are attempting. Monitor their weapon.”

“Yes Sir.”

The Dark BioMech ship fires upon the asteroids. They turn black and then twist and shape themselves into the ships and take off after their targets.

“Sir, it appears to be some sort of particle beam that infects the target on the cellular level..”

“Interesting, that seems so very familiar, almost…”

“Sir, they are recharging the weapon again and taking aim at the planet.”

“Move the ship to intervene and prepare to activate the SGEs. Establish a Space Minus Tap before we Emerge. I want the ship battle ready when we show up..”

“Yes Sir, Emerging in their targeting path in 3, 2, Emerging.”

The 120 meter Interceptor destroyer faded into existence shielding the planet with it’s hull. The Deciding Factor’s gravity signature was similar to the frigate already in the system, although the energy signature was extremely higher than the frigate. Emitters on the front of the ship most likely registered completely off everyone’s scale.

((OOC: Er, maybe it's not important, but there seems to be alot of... well action going on despite the fact the OP and Religious Order are not really posting very much. I don't /care/ that much, but it seems that we might get farther along than the OP and the others might like, yes? So slow down a bit perhaps?))

OOC: I'm not sure that Religous Order is coming back.

IC: Dust flew as the first Cyveron ships began to land. The ships were small transports designed for the landing of troops. At the same time a shrill screaming sound signalled the teleportation of many more Cyverons onto the planet surface. There were six thousand in all by now, and m,any more were coming. The Cyverons stood in formation as they awaited their 'brothers' from above.

((OOC: Er, maybe it's not important, but there seems to be alot of... well action going on despite the fact the OP and Religious Order are not really posting very much. I don't /care/ that much, but it seems that we might get farther along than the OP and the others might like, yes? So slow down a bit perhaps?))

See what\happens when you ask to slow down.

Just outside of the capital of Kpor of the Forellian Union, Allied and Union troops have prepared a defense of the city. Bunkers, trenches, machine gun nests, camo tents, and various other defense structures were occupied by defenders. The command bunker was located in the middle of all this. Major Grenzer, after being promoted on his success in Gertorca against the Cyverons entered the command bunker and saluted the two generals from both sides of the former conflict that consumed the world.

Grenzer handed them a report, "Sirs, the Crazed Marines have begun their preparations for the urban combat, should the enemy reach there."

General Rathyl, a famed General of the Alliance for his amazing defense strategies at the Jeryl Valley, spoke to the Major,"Do not get cocky, Grenzer. This enemy is far more advanced then we can ever imagine. Mounting a defense against them will prove difficult..." he then turned to General Kurinov. the Union's best defensive General,"are your long range artillery in place."

"Yes. I have appointed the 43rd Artillery to the mountain sides to get a better angle on them. Our close artillery support should be about a mile behind the defensive lines." Kurinov said.

"Good my men have planted land mines in front of the first defensive line. Should they breach the first line we shall retreat to the 2nd then to the city lines. To cover our retreat we shall leave booby traps and plant more mines. We shall count on your artillery support as well."

"Alright. Grenzer return to you--", Kurinov was interrupted when one of his subordinated handed him a report." Damn! My scouts report a large army of Cyverons coming this way. ETA 30 Minutes. Grenzer return to your post and prepare your men. Sargeant alert all sectors to prepare for battle, on the double. MOVE!" Kurinov ordered.

Kurinov watches as the Sargeant stumbles into the radio room.

Rathyl also gave an order to his subordinate. "Alert the Crazed marines of the situation in the city we may need there assistance."

"Yes sir."

"This is CM Baker Romeo One. We copy your transmission and suggest that is you run into stuff too hot to handle to enter the city, drawing the enemies into their doom. CMBR over and out." Fischer siad as the three men finished making the assault, dismounting many of their own weapons to give the resistance a fighting chance to act on their own. The M3 machineguns were the biggest hit as they used a similar machinegun, just with smaller bullets compared to the .75 caliber Hell Bringer rounds.

the Ki-rin keeps towing the Coords light until they reach a plantary orbit.

with the tractor beam still attached the ship is safe but Captain Tsuki was worried about the crew aboard.

"comms hail the Neoman Captain and ask if they need any assitance"

the Ki-rin keeps towing the Coords light until they reach a plantary orbit.

with the tractor beam still attached the ship is safe but Captain Tsuki was worried about the crew aboard.

"comms hail the Neoman Captain and ask if they need any assitance"

A fuzzy video feed came to the Ki-rin it showed the Capitan, he looked very bad, blood coming from his nose and a large gash on his forehead.

"Were abandoning ship, we cant shut down the reactors."

The dark fleet lead ship watched as the Ki-rin tow the Coords light away from the main stay of combat. But no matter where they went the dark army would find them. Soon the whole universe will fall to the dark armies. Soon every planet will twist and become dark themselves. Soon every living thing will pay homage to the great Apocolise.

The dark fleet made course the intercept the derelict vessel. Though damaged extensively it would be no problem for the dark cells to regenerate. and with the taking of The Coords Light would give them one more ship in which to use in thier fight. But the Coord Light was not the only ship to have been struck The Deciding Factor. Already the basic malecular structure of the ship has begun to transform and soon it to will be Dark Biomech.


" All hands prepare for planet side hard intercept!' Anounced the dark Commander

The bridge came to life making the ship ready to intercept. The lead ship make the downward shift and soon the rest of the fleet did as well. They immedeatly began to fire upon them. Sniper cannons and Large turbo lasers accompnaied by Quantum matter missiles....

The Deciding Factor still reamined standing between the Dark Bio Fleet and the planet. The 120 meter destroyer blocking shots with her hull, preventing the lead ship from firing its "change-o-beam" at the distant world.

The sensor distortion cause by it's mass would mess with some reading, possibly making it diffacult to target the world, and possibly the destroyer, although time will negate this as sensors are adjusted to accomidate the addition of another gravity well. The ship changed position, keeping between the planet and the lead ship of the fleet.


OOC:

Just so you don't forget I am still here...

A fuzzy video feed came to the Ki-rin it showed the Capitan, he looked very bad, blood coming from his nose and a large gash on his forehead.

"Were abandoning ship, we cant shut down the reactors."

"we'll transport you aboard then. how many crew do you have?" Captain Tsuki asked adding "we can transport 18 people per minute"

OOC: sorry for being gone...college is starting and I had to move in.

Also, OOCly, how do we exactly destroy the dark matter, I'm still sketchy on that because its really on the verge of god-mod.

OOC: sorry for being gone...college is starting and I had to move in.

Also, OOCly, how do we exactly destroy the dark matter, I'm still sketchy on that because its really on the verge of god-mod.

The dark Biomech, not dark matter, is destroyed by complete destruction of the cells. All the way down the the last basic cell. And a cell is about as big aa an Ameba(SP). Now Hobbeebian Biomechs-( the good kind)=- and the Adronians have weapons that are capable of erasing thing at the molecualer scale. its called the Decilator beam. Dont worry The good biomech will be here.

OOC: so basically a concentrated Antimatter warhead will do the same.
IC:
Perry disliked this. Three ships had turned black by now and began firing plasma upon their own Fleet.

"Signal manual destruction sequence. Blow their Reactors and kill those traitorous bastards. Then concentrate all plasma fire on the Black Fleet. If any ship is struck and turns black order all hands to abandon via teleported. We cant risk infection via escape pods."
~~~~~~~
Fischer and the other men did what is hardest for a soldier on the defensive....they waited for the enemy to come.

OOC:

My ships are also black...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/interceptor.jpg

The field was eerily quiet. No Cyveron troops marching towards them, no vehicles with loud mechanical noises rumbling through the air. Nothing. Grenzer still ordered his men to be ready for anything and keep their eyes peeled for the enemy.

'Where the hell are they?" Grenzer said impatiently to himself.

OOC: Now this is a RP bump for Vesp Manor

OOC: Oh sorry. I assumed that this thread was dead.

IC: Some 20,000 Cyveron troops now marched in a massive line. The others had split up and all were combing the planet, heading for the nearest signs of life. Cyveron 19.7 led this army as it advanced on toward the human signals.
'Prepare for battle' ordered Cyveron 19.7 in monotone, a gun protruding from a large bulge in its arm as it spoke. The others followed suit before turning to where humans could be seen in the distance.
'March.' the Cyveron ordered. 'We must save most of these humans but kill the ones that you cannot convert.' As the column approached, the Cyverons raised their arms toward the massed army. 'Prepare to fire.' came the order.

"Sir scouts report the Cyveron's are less than a mile away," an enlisted personel reported to Kurinov.

"Alright order the 43rd artillery to begin their barrage at sectors one through ten," ordered the Forellian General.

Three minutes later loud booms can be heard in the mountains.

"What about air forces?" asked General Rathyl.

"No reports of any air activity sir, radar scopes are clear," reported the soldier.

"I think it would be wise to bring out our mobile 88s to protect the lines, plus they would make great anti armor weapons," Rathyl said.

"Yes deploy the 88s around all artillery units and on the front line trenches," Kurinov ordered. "and tell the CMs their presence is needed on the front ASAP!"

Meanwhile at the trenches.

Grenzer looked through his binoculars to see the artillery shells pounding the enemy continuously.

OOC: Oh ya vesp my army is in defensive fortifications and trenches. Not in the open field

OOC: so basically a concentrated Antimatter warhead will do the same.
IC:
Perry disliked this. Three ships had turned black by now and began firing plasma upon their own Fleet.

"Signal manual destruction sequence. Blow their Reactors and kill those traitorous bastards. Then concentrate all plasma fire on the Black Fleet. If any ship is struck and turns black order all hands to abandon via teleported. We cant risk infection via escape pods."
~~~~~~~
Fischer and the other men did what is hardest for a soldier on the defensive....they waited for the enemy to come.

OOC: remember if a crew member is infected it will carry over...


The dark fleet continued it attack with more and more ships turning and attacking thier former friends victory was becoming more and more of a sure thing. The fleet then split up and took targets from both Neomans and Crazed Marines. Dark beams and quantum matter missiles projected forth to destroy the enemy. Thier chances slim to none.

The imperial destroyer continued to stand it's ground between the main fleet and the planet. The power levels still read as astronomical and the ship still read as having the mass of a small star.

The ground shook as the Cyverons continued to march foward. They had brought no heavy artillery for what they expected to be an easy victory. After all, they were only fighting humans.....

The massive coumn halted suddenly as it grew closer to the trenches. 'Draw up into the attack positions.' Cyveron 19.7 ordered. A time was spent as the Cyverons formed into a massive battering formation created for smashing their way through the enemy trenches. Imagination was not a strong suit for the Cyverons; their creativity had been thrown away in the neural purge along with their emotions. What had worked a number of times on the poorly equipped and severely outnumbered humans on Arborius was assumed to work here too.
Cyveron 19.7 clasped his hand to its chest. 'All Cyverons attack.' it ordered in its deep monotonous voice. Although they were still to far away to hit their enemy, the first rows of Cyverons raised their arms toward the sky and unleached a volley of plasma bolts. 'Advance. Advance.' chanted the Cyverons in unison as they stormed foward and into the range of the enemy guns.....

Major Grenzer gave the order to fire at will. All 100 thousand men in the trenches fired their rifles, bazookas, and other heavy armament at the Cyveron horde coming at them. "We need close artillery support now!" yelled Grenzer.

10 minutes later the 8th Artillery division opened fire onto the Cyverons.

Rathyl was looking at the battlemap. "We need to call in the armored divisions. We already lost 1000 men on the first shots."

Kurinov glanced at his aide. "When is the next salvo coming from the 43rd?"

"They're firing it right now sir!" the aide reported. Then another loud boom came from the mountains.

OOC: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schwerer_Gustav
Thats my long range artillery. It should do at least some significant damage to the Cyverons.
43rd Artillery is composed of 10 of these.

Fischer, Kowalski, and Smith all raised their shields and extended their forearm shields to cover troops around them from the plasma. The three raced to the front and saw a killing field of thousands of enemy troops and on Fischer's command they all three opened up with both plasma bolts and CM3 machineguns. This created a wall of steel from the front and raining fire from up top. Kowalski then saw how many troops he was up against.

"Colonel," Kowalski called, "Should I use our one nuke?"

"Negative. We're not sure if that is the main attack or not. If we hit deep shit or your suit goes critical use it, but not until then. Plus, we're not sure about the battle skyward."

"Roger. Grenades outward!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Most of the dark ships in the CM fleet were fully destroyed by the AM explosions but one chunked up and got five more infected. Another AM salvo was ordered and cauterized this wound however the same could not be said for the fighters outside. Roughly half the fighters were corrupted and Perry ordered a shoot on sight order for any ship not flying in a formation while he recalled all fighters who had launched their AM charges against the main dark fleet. the rest launched as well and returned with only about 20% of the original members surviving. Time only would tell if the Am charges would help, and that time would be up in five minutes.

The Dark fleet contuniued its bloodlust mission. Shhip after ship taken and then destroyed by the CM fleet. Explosion after explosion rocked the space around the planet. And still they press on. Sending more and more missiles and las cannons towards their foes. Dark Deams shot forth one ather another at the planet.

" Helms Whats the status of infection?" asked the dark commander

" Sir, infection is at 80%" replied the Helms


" I want full power to the dark beam. I want that planet without " his " help understand" said the Dark Commander

" Sir full power to beam" said Helms as it touched a holopanel sensor readings showed increasede power flux..

The Dark commander turned and sat down on his chair and looked at the planet. And pondered as to why the CM FLeet would put up such a fight for this planet...

" Sir Full charge on Beam!" announce the weapons officer.

"..... Fire" Saif the dark commander as he sat back into his chair

The barrel flikkered and chracked as the energy started to erupt from its open end. The dark Energy shot out in a blaze of hellish glory searing the space as it raced across the emptiness.

The Commander watched as it went, all the while hoping it would make it hit.

( in the depths of the dark commanders ship)

"They cant hold me here forever, soon I shall escape and then the universe shall feel my Wrath!"

The being inside reved up its own power shaking the ship....

OOC: Hey Hobbeebia, do you want to make a temporary alliance? We seem to have commonish goals involving spilling blood and forcing our will on people.

IC: The artillery thundered before the Cyveron lines. Flame lashed from the barrels of the big guns in the trenches, and yet the Cyverons did not flinch. And then the shells came down. An explosion tore through the ranks of the Cyverons somewhere behind the advance guard. The Cyverons hit gave no screams as they flew through the air, some intact, others in pieces. The hole torn in the mass of troops was soon filled with more Cyerons as they closed the gap to continue their bludgeoning offensive. Some Cyerons fell as the army advanced, with shrapnel embedded in their heads. They did not get up again.

This trend continued as the humans put up a ceaseless barrage. The Cyverons had brought no heavy weapons and thus continued to fire their plasma beams into the sky hoping that they would come down in the enemy trenches. As they got closer, the advance guard began to fire directly at the enemy, hoping to break a hole in the trench system.

The Deciding Factor stood between the fleet and the planet ignoring all shots fired near her (since none were stated to be targeting her). The ship appeared not even to flinch and the only movements were to correct her positioning so she was still intervening between the planet and the main conversion gun.

Aboard the ship, the crew was just waiting for the first shot to be fired at them, giving them an excuse to obliterate anyone who stood in their way.

The Deciding Factor (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/TheDecidingFactor.jpg)

The CMS Charibdis saw the dark beam charging and could only guess at what was going to happen. Its commander, Mark Jacobs ordered his ship to make a collision course with the enemy vessel firing along the line of its projected attack. They lined up and after thirty seconds or so on that course they began firing. Jacobs then ordered all personnel to abandon ship as he continued salvos of AM missiles and a biochemical agent known as ZZ gas usually used to kill of boarders without venting atmosphere. Jacobs then pushed the autodestruct mechanism which prepped the AM reactors to blow right as the beam hit.....
An enormous explosion rocked the ECM monitors, an explosion nearly the size of the planet's moon took place a mere fifty km from the enemy fleet. The CM fleet was also down one more Onyx SSD, with only five heavies and a couple dozen of others remaining the CM fleet was surely needing a critical victory here.

OOC: waiting for Vespeterium Minor to answer my ground forces attack and a quick end to the space battle soon.

A fuzzy video feed came to the Ki-rin it showed the Capitan, he looked very bad, blood coming from his nose and a large gash on his forehead.

"Were abandoning ship, we cant shut down the reactors."

"we'll transport you over and then release the Coords Light" Captain Tsuki replied "just hold tight".

"energise" she ordered her transporter room chief and the first 6 Neomans appeared on the Ki-Rin.

the process would continue for as long as they could do it.

ooc: how manys on the ship?

OOC: waiting for Vespeterium Minor to answer my ground forces attack and a quick end to the space battle soon.[/QUOTE]

Oops. Sorry.

IC: 'We are detecting technology that is not of this world.' droned one Cyveron. This was stating the obvious, since their were numerous fleets engaged above the planet and a number of ground forces had been landed. However, this was different, as the Cyverons sensed.
'They are amongst the citizens of this world.' another Cyveron revealed. And then 'They are attempting to aid them to resist us.' This was said as close to anger as a Cyveron could manage. They had expected a walk over against a a technologically inferior people. If aliens were involved......
As if to prove this point, a plasma bolt flew from the enemy trenches, hitting a Cyveron in the neck. It took three more steps before going down, its head rolling somewhere behind. As more of these bolts and other wepaons made contact, the Cyverons advance guard took massive casualties. But by now, the first troop had also come into range, training their plasma rifles on the humans ahead and unleashing a deadly volley. As what remained of the advance guard came within touching distance of the first trench line, the Cyveron army commander turned to its comrades.
'We must find and remove the aliens from this situation. They threaten the liberation of this world. Convert as many humans as you can...... kill the rest.'
With this, the Cyveron stretched out its arm. A needle the size of a dagger extended from beneath the skin of steel. As it jumped down into the trench, it stuck the needle into the throat of the first man that it encountered.
'I have saved you.' it said, before continuing the fight.

Grenzer saw the horror of a man being injected by the Cyverons. He threw a grenade at them killing the poor soul about to be "converted". "Fall back to the 2nd defensive line. GET THOSE 88s TO COVER US!"

30 minutes later.

70,000 men fell back to the 2nd defensive line where 8th Artillery was. This line was a system of bunkers designed to repel an armored attack on the capital. (Sort of like the Maginot Line). Turrets taken from battleships from the Forellian navy were emplaced on the bunkers. Between the trenches and the 2nd defensive line was a series of landmines placed as the men retreated.

HQ of the Human defenders.

"Sir! Our forces have fallen back to the Patriot Line. Reported losses are roughly thirty thousand."

"Dammit! Where is that armored support Rathyl. We are getting slaughtered here." Kurinov cried.

"They should be at the Patriot Line any minute now. Those are the heaviest tanks we have."

"Tell the 43rd to get ready to fire another salvo when they cross the mine field.

About 300 Mark IV tanks arrived at the 2nd defensive line.

OOC: My Mark IV are really just King Tigers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_II

After a few minutes, a short return message was sent.

This is the Imperial Destroyer, The Deciding Factor. We thank you for your suggestion but no weapon came close to affecting us. The hull materials absorb light so you are witnessing a property of our hull. The Balrogga Empire thanks you for your concern.

The destroyer continued to sit mysteriously while waiting for an enemy foolish enough to strike at it.


OOC:

I know you are trying to draw me in but that is what the captain’s response would have been.

OOC: Asfaltum---- Ignore--- You godmod everyones nation and military. Please erase you last posts and start over...


The Lead ship of the Dark fleet could freel the force of the impacts. The shields shimmered with black light wondered as the swarms of missiles made contact.

" Helm ignore the shield readings and provide all power the the beam. I will take care of the rest of the CM fleet. " said the Dark commander

" Aye sir. All energy diverting complete- Shield downage ETA at 5 minutes" replied the helms officer.

The Dark Commander quickly moved to the Lowest levels in side the ship. Deep within the ship rested a beast of metal and hells terror. A dragon demon hybird that control the terrors and fires of the underworld. His blood red eyes broke the darkness in which it slept....

" My Brother! Awaken, Our time for blood has arrived. The time to unleash our terror has COME!" screamed the Dark Commander as he looked at the red eyes. They started to glow brighter and brighter, soon the lower ship shook and rattled as the dark figure rose from the black water and gave a roar that could be heard even outside the ship....

The rest of the fleet took aim at the remaining CM fleet. The opened with Sniper Cannons and quantum matter charges. Missiles rained from the ported holes of the Dark fleet.

OOC: Asfaltum---- Ignore--- You godmod everyones nation and military. Please erase you last posts and start over...


As you wish!

OOC: Hey Hobbeebia, do you want to make a temporary alliance? We seem to have commonish goals involving spilling blood and forcing our will on people.

OOC: sure...

IC:

The dark Commander walked toward the great dark being and touched his leg armor, Which began to absorb him as soon as he did. The Commander smiled and fell into the being. He soon rematerialized in the cockpit of the being. He reached out and touched the consol. The power he could feel, it was amassing. The Consol suddenly came to life jaged red shimmering lines formed all around the cockpit. Then without warning tentecles came from holes around the room and attached themsleves to the dark commander, linking into his neropaths, giving his full control of the beings movments and senses.

The Dark Commander made a fist to test the system. AS he formed the fist he looked at the beings fist to watch it form the fist as well. The dark commander laughed and opened the being wings, which shattered out of the ships hulls. The Dark commander laughed and brought out the beings claws and sliced the ship in half, causing it to split. The dark Commander then rose from the middle to be seen be all the combatants. His red eyes appeared to be gaving into hell. The dark commander gave out a great laugh which came out as a dark great Roar from the dark biomechs snout. The sound would carry to all those who had ears.....

Perry ordered more and more charges to be unleashed at the Dark Fleet, but to little avail. They were soon running out of missiles and would have little chance to survive if this didn't work.He ordered his entire Fleet to jump inside the enemy fleet's perimeted and charge up their coax drives as well.

"Sir, we have a solution!"

"JUMP FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

And the Fleet jumped into Hell's Inferno.

OOC: remember, my coaxial drives create a black-hole type gravity well drawing in everything around in a folded space loop to warp without entering hyperspace and worying about the space-time continum when moving past the speed of light as it simply removes the space in the way and we get sucked in like water down a freshly declogged pipe.. We use it mainly to retreat from a space battle so we can still pick up survivors and salvage ships while doing massive formation jumps.

In far off space:

"How much time until we engage? What's the ships' status?"
"30 seconds, sir. All men are at their battle-stations, weapons and fighter-craft are fully loaded and ready to engage, sir. Shields are fully operational. We only need a target."
"Good work. We're on schedule." replied captain, general and commander in chief, Arthur del Leone.

The "ship" that he commanded was hardly what one would call ordinary.
It was, simply speeking, a giant metall asteroid (40 km in diameter) hollowed out and filled with armor, fighter-craft and weapons, like a croissant filled with jam. The majority of it's weaponry consisted of ballistic missiles (30% with nuclear war-heads). Small ones, medium ones, large ones, big ones, and giant ones. Lots of 'em. And they operated on a targeting system that was practically impossible to jam. The rest of the weaponry consisted of anti-matter torpedoes, photon torpedoes, laser cutting-beams, plasma cannons, concentrated gamma beams and last but not least electronic shock-burst cannons, that could severely cripple or leave fighter-craft dead in the air... if there was any air.

And then there were the mines, that could be instantaneously spread around the ship, creating a perimiter that seriously inhibited the approach of hostile ships and fighter-craft. Instead of having just one big shield, the ship had one main shield as well as thousands of smaller ones spread across the surface, like the scales of an alligator. It was the HMS Ventura of the Asfaltic fleet, known by most as "the night-train", since its captains often used it's shear mass to run over enemy ships, instead of actually firing at them. It was powered by four giant (classified) main reactor engines together with hundreds of smaller ones, and it utilised the Slip-stream method for deep space voyages, which made it visible on enemy sensors for about 2 seconds before it appeared.
And it was heading for the dark fleet.

The Deciding Factor continued to stand it's ground against the Dark Fleet, daring them to fight through it to get at the planet. The faint hint of an energenic purple bubble shield around the Destroyer sheltered the ship and the distant planet behind the destroyer from any shots they would fire at them.


OOC:

I will assume the earlier happenings never happened and things continued as they were before.

** Bumping VM for ground campaign**

30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25...

OOC: where is everybody anyway!? When the countdown reaches zero I'll attack, no matter what.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15 ....

OOC: If you can't cough up an asteroid-belt soon, you're going to be TERMINATED.

15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10 ...

OOC: ...or maybe I'll just accidentally blow myself to bits...

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ...

"Wer're recieving sensor images sir, on screen."
After quickly studying the images, the captain replied.
"I want this ship appearing on the outscirt of the battle, exactly where those two Dark ships are standing right now." "Yes, sir!" answered the helmsman.

The HMS Ventura dropped out of slip-stream. In the exact place where two Dark middle-class ships had been watching the ongoing battle, the ship now floated in space, together with the swiftly spreading remains of what had once been two Dark ships. As Captain Arthur looked at his screen, he felt a sinking feeling growing inside him, (the kind of feeling you have when a tiny old car accidentally bumps into your brandnew car, and you shout "What the HECK are you doing, you idiot, you pathetic moron..." and the driver steps out, like an elefant from a can of minced meat, and his mass of muscles is almost as big as your windshield..., or like when you march up to Draculas castle at the head of a band of armed men, and give him a last chance to leave, when he openes the door... and he goes "Says who?" and you go "Says I!" and he goes "You and what army?", and you turn around to see a couple of shields and helmets on the ground, and a swiftly disappearing cloud of dust..., or) well, anyway, that's the kind of feeling Captain Arthur was starting to feel.
"Where are the ships?" he asked the helmsman.
"Er... they seem to be in some sort of gravity well, sir."
"You telling me we can't shoot them?"
"Yes sir, not yet. The wells seem not to have originated from the Dark fleet though, but from the fleet that is engaging it."
"Well... let's hope they know what they're doing... And WHAT is that ship doing there?"
"Er... nothing sir... , maybe they're waiting for something?" said the helmsman, trying to be helpfull.
As the Deciding Factor silently floated in space, Captain Arthur devised a plan.
"Well, it's clearly putting itself in the way of an invading fleet..." he said. "It looks quite capable of putting up a tough fight, but there's one little detail that would make it look a little more lethal."
"Say, an asteroid 40 km in diameter and armed to the teeth, watching its back?" he concluded, with a slightly psychopathic smile spreading over his face.
"Helmsman, I want you to place us directly behind that ship."
"Yes, sir!"

OOC: waiting for Hobbeebia to respond to my attempt at throwing them into a gravity well and sucking them into a super nova

*sigh* this sucks

If nobody shows up, I'll ditch this thread or just post my reactions every day without caring to wait for responses... :mad:

OOC:

Nothing has happened in relation to me so I cannot do anything other than twiddle my thumbs.

OOC:

Nothing has happened in relation to me so I cannot do anything other than twiddle my thumbs.

EXACTLY!
... you got a way with words ;)

EXACTLY!
... you got a way with words ;)

That happens when you use then for nearly forty years...

Wow, I didn't know you were that old... :eek:

as I always say: Why do I ned to keep on taking English classes? I've been speaking it fairly well for well over fifteen years now.

I think, we can safely assume that Vespetarium Minor has ditched this thread. Therefore, I suggest you ditch this thread as well, and join his new thread "The Saviour of Men: The Cyber Union Declares Total War on Mankind (FT Open)". (If he ditches that thread as well, than we can assume that he doesn't like us :D )

The line was holding the Cyverons for now. The long range artillery and land mines were taking its toll on them, but nevertheless they were still coming. Within mere feet of the Patriot line which was sort of like a wall for the city, Cyveron troops were almost breaching the line.

Grenzer ran to the command center to the two generals. "Sir, we must retreat they are close to breaching the line."

"No Major, we need the troops to buy us some time to set up the trap..." then a loud rumble came. probably the long range artillery firing again,"we will give the order when we are ready."

General Kotor looked to his subordinate. "TELL THEM TO HURRY!"

The subordinate left the command bunker to give the message to the center of the city. They couldn't risk to radio them as it might have been intercepted.

Kotor looked over to his counterpart,"As soon as they are done we need to draw in as many of there troops as possible. Then order the retreat of our men from the city."

OOC: Balrogga, I have a proposition for you.

I would like to purchase one Deity class carrier, one Avatar class carrier and one Intruder class carrier. Also, two Torpedo class frigates, three Kython class frigates, four Peacekeeper class cruisers, one Shadow class destroyer and three Tripple-S stealth survey shuttles. (I'm mostly interested in the Deity class carrier, though...)

Pick a price.

In return, I might also consider giving you some of my Multirole class ships (picture: paste this into your browser (the link didn't work): "http://renderingengine.tripod.com/1280/deploy.jpg". As the name indicates, these ships can be made into a number of things.
You can pick between the following:
Battleship
Carrier (fighter-craft will be included)
Mining-ship (very popular)

(If you want more information about weaponry/armor of the Battle-ship or Carrier, just ask.)

OOC: Goddamit why the f*ck did he ditch this thread I was about to nuke his army in the Union's capital.

Yeah... I suspected that... and maybe so did he ;)

I think he left due to rampant silliness and stupidity inherent to some here.

I know it wasn't me because all I did was sit there in the way of the black fleet firing on the planet.

Heh, yeah. Neither of us got to do what we wanted to do in this thread, and I assign the blame for that on a certain few individuals who took the concept of this RP and raped it to death with a spiked club.

Well, I must confess that maybe my entry was a little tactless...
I hope you accept my apologies, and if you wish, I will delete all my posts and get lost.

OOC: Balrogga, I have a proposition for you.

I would like to purchase one Deity class carrier, one Avatar class carrier and one Intruder class carrier. Also, two Torpedo class frigates, three Kython class frigates, four Peacekeeper class cruisers, one Shadow class destroyer and three Tripple-S stealth survey shuttles. (I'm mostly interested in the Deity class carrier, though...)

Pick a price.

In return, I might also consider giving you some of my Multirole class ships (picture: paste this into your browser (the link didn't work): "http://renderingengine.tripod.com/1280/deploy.jpg". As the name indicates, these ships can be made into a number of things.
You can pick between the following:
Battleship
Carrier (fighter-craft will be included)
Mining-ship (very popular)

(If you want more information about weaponry/armor of the Battle-ship or Carrier, just ask.)

First, this sort of thing should not be in an IC Thread, even if it looks like it is dying. It should be a telegram or in a Storefront Thread.

Second, the reason it is not in a storefront Thread is I am not selling the ships. I design and build my own stuff and keep it to myself.

Thanks for the complement of wanting the Deity Carrier. It is something I spent three weeks building in DOGA from a picture I found surfing Google Image Search a couple years ago. I had to use boxes, wedges, and other basic shapes, so you can see the work involved.

You should see the Blackstone Fortress I made...it took me longer

Blackstone Fortress (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/BlackstoneFortresssuperlarge.jpg)

It's just too bad Ctan already claimed all six in existance.

All i did was play the inferior defenders and did a dam fine job at doing it.

I agree, you did a very well job even considering you had basicly nothing to go on but a few lines of background hints

First, this sort of thing should not be in an IC Thread, even if it looks like it is dying. It should be a telegram or in a Storefront Thread.

Second, the reason it is not in a storefront Thread is I am not selling the ships. I design and build my own stuff and keep it to myself.

Thanks for the complement of wanting the Deity Carrier. It is something I spent three weeks building in DOGA from a picture I found surfing Google Image Search a couple years ago. I had to use boxes, wedges, and other basic shapes, so you can see the work involved.

You should see the Blackstone Fortress I made...it took me longer

Blackstone Fortress (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/BlackstoneFortresssuperlarge.jpg)

It's just too bad Ctan already claimed all six in existance.

OOC: Sorry about that, you're right...
Yes, the blackstone fortress IS impressive... even though I don't think anything beats the Deity class carrier... :-P

The Deity Class Carrier is a 6 km fleet vessel.

The Blackstone Fortress is a nasty ancient construct that I've been told estimates of 40 KM across that fires pure Immaterium/Warp which can wipe out star systems. They were designed only to destroy Ctan, plasma/energy beings that eat stars in the 40K universe.

There is quite a difference in power levels there.

Thanks for your praise though. I estimate the Deity Carrier can fit in the trough in the middle of the lower arm. Each arm would be about 18 KM long with a 4 KM central hub (40KM estimate).

Also, that is why Ctan has all six in existance, so nobody can use them against him.

Also, that is why Ctan has all six in existance, so nobody can use them against him.

Quite practical...:D

Yep, the Dragon Hoard containing the Sword of Dragon Slaying in so many games/stories from the past...

ok, so I take it the thread is dead and the defenders vctorious through default.

Of course victory is your only concern; ruining an RP with a mass of number wank at the request of Neoma matters little to you.

oh god, here we go again.....

dude, neoma knew I always come in with the sound and the fury. I needed an excuse to create new types of ships, so losing my old fleet rather too easily would be the best method. It'd also be a way to get a number of clones off my ship and change my RP style a little bit. People couldn't handle the booze I was beinging to the party so I had to pour it out before I came in no matter how much I tried to tell them most of it was water and not vodka.

oh god, here we go again.....

dude, neoma knew I always come in with the sound and the fury. I needed an excuse to create new types of ships, so losing my old fleet rather too easily would be the best method. It'd also be a way to get a number of clones off my ship and change my RP style a little bit. People couldn't handle the booze I was beinging to the party so I had to pour it out before I came in no matter how much I tried to tell them most of it was water and not vodka.

I know th feeling...:rolleyes:

I have started a new thread 20 years after the events of this one

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12015966#post12015966

I am sorry I stopped posting here. I kind of lost it. I'll post in your new thread if you like, though as you can tell, I don't post every day.