Kroando
12-07-2006, 01:30
Ralco, Desert World Located on the Fringe of outer Calico System
Out in the middle of absolutely no where... very, very far away
World Class: 7 - Contains Limited Life - Humanoid Form 7701
Life Force: 001875343b
Population Estimate: 62,875,888,129 - Dom. Life.
Technology Threat: Non-Existant - Extremely Limited Foriegn Technology
Military Threat: Non-Existant
Armament Damage Capacity: Low
Primary Armament: Native Grown Explosive Shells - Melee Weapons V Sort - Various Foriegn Technology... 0 Greater LvL 5
Global Government: 174 Separate Tribes... Strongest of Which dominates 1/13 the globe. Known as the Fur'Hati.
Estimated Enemy Forces: 9,000,000,000
Common Currency: .......Barter System
Mineral Value of Planet: High - 1003v
Atmosphere/General Life Force: Carbon Dioxide Gas - Non-Threat to Occupation Force
Probability of Resistance: 64%
Military Capacity Rate: 12%
Industrial Exploitation: .08%
Estimated Time of Fur'Hati Dom.: 243,000 yrs.
Religous Stat: Extremely High
Possibility of Exploitation: Moderate
Fervor 4b007: 0%
Logistical Resistance: - 0 -
Warfare Scale: 3-f
Corruption Estimate: 24%
Foriegn Galactic Intrest: Moderate - Mercantalist Federation Influence
Foriegn Galactic Threat: Minimal
Estimated X1 Casualty Total: <1,000
Deployed Attack Force: 5,500,000 V-Mech - Minimal Aerial Support
Estimated Time of X1 Occupation: ......... >2 X1 Scales (Two Months)
And so on... and so on... and so on... This report flashed immidiately into the hard drive of every single V-Mech Assigned to the Invasion, as file after file of information was downloaded into the memory core of the force. The history of the Fur'Hati Species was to be known to the detail by every participant of this attack. Every war the species had fought. Every weapon they had used. Every tactic they had mastered was thuroughly processed, exaimined and reexaimined. Counter Tactics, weapons with the highest probability of sucess, invasion routes, supply line designations... everything was instantly computed by the X1 Archmech. Within minutes, transportation craft were targeting zones with the lowest risk of landing damage, and computing estimated enemy resistance. The planet was roughly the size of Jupiter, but didn't have the defences of one of it's moons. Iron One Satellites were deployed by the hundreds... thousands. Small Orb-Like Satellites were shot into space, each with the purpose of documenting and surverying the surface, along with relaying orders to the ground forces. War to the Iron Plague was not the terrible task of defending one's existance... nor inter-national fighting for trivial possessions, not even a quest to spread what was right. War to the Plague was simply the only means of continuing and perpetuating it's own existance. War to the race known as X1 a simple everyday task... such as growing wheat, or fetching water from the well. War was not terrible, as it never destroyed life... it created it.
The Landing
Some one hundred and seventy five large drop pods fell from the carbon filled sky at astounding speeds, causing an unusual green fire to encase the falling object. They quickly leveled out however, to as to lessen the impact force by increasing the time of impact... otherwise they would be completely destroyed. But when they hit... there was fire. As the pods righted themselves and dropped their doors, fire of various colors surrounded the metallic structures as the alloy heads of the V-Mechs rose, their blood red eyes staring at deathly cold gaze on the desert sands. Some 2,500 V-Mech Class 3 Soldiers began moving towards the closest city, that of Hil'Martin, Capital of the Talifan Tribe. The march was long, some 430 miles... one across pure, water free desert sands, with both solar suns beating down on the land. To a normal army... this would be hell. To the plague... it was simply distance. Lots... and lots of distance.
Within a few days, the army reached it's destination, and met a welcoming parts of some 69,000 Talifan Warriors. Some 5,000 Armed with explosive like shells produced by a volitile animal on the planet, 50,000 armed with spears and swords, 10,000 mounted upon raptor-like creatures, all wielding spears, javalines and throwing knives, and 4,000 carrying vials of oil... and torches. The vast army, the greatest one assembled by the Talifan in one hundred years, was summoned due to the reports of Alien Merchants, whom were intent to expel the Iron Plague from the planet. Tens of thousands of spectators traveled alongside the army, as was the custom of the people on the planet. They traveled to trade, and most importantly, watch. The people of the world were by all standards, ugly. Standing no more than 5'6ft, nor weighing more than 180lbs, they were stout, dark skinned people. Their skin was an odd brown, however they held the facial characteristics of a caucasian. A natural orange and white circle surrounded the eye socket of every one of them, their blood also being a sickly greenish blue. Vericose Veins are the norm in these people, as is the total lack of finger nails, hair or saliva. Their teeth are far more canine than the human form, their tounges split down the middle (believed to be unnatural - imposed at birth). These people were highly religious, and violent, praying to their warrior gods before every engagement. The ceremony which was to take place before the battel was apperantly quite large... however the Plague wasn't exactly respectful of foriegn customs. In the begining of the procession, which was to last several hours, the V-Mechs began walking forward and adjusting positions. Forward Units took cover behind a sand ridge on the left, the center made a flat line, and the right took skirmish formations. The Talifan were proud, and enraged about the insult issued upon them, charged, the mounted cavalrys leading the way. Black Lazer Beams, covered in white electricity sped forward to meet the attack. Thousand upon thousands of shots were unleashed, cutting down the charging enemy en masse. The Precision Targeting Systems made sure every shot was one well placed, as the enemy horde closed in. Finally the ranks of enemy melee soldiers made it into contact with the V-Mechs... but with nearly no idea of what to do. Spears shattered against their armor, axes splintered, and hammers broke. Picking them up and throwing them was nearly immpossible, rocks hurled simply cracked... there was very little to do against these creatures. Those carrying the 'Bomb Cracks', as the natives referred to the explosive eggs hurled their weapons at the V-Mechs, with some sucess. The explosions were large, killing mostly Talifan Fighters in the blasts, but the Mechs were blown back, their armor slightly torn and dented, usually covered in fire. However they simply stood back up... if the damage was serious, the internal repair system made slight adjustments, and the fight continued. Those carrying the pots of oil found their weapons equally useless. Even in the rare case one could make it close enough to a Mech to cover it in the flammable oil-like substance, the flames simply blackened the alloy armor, and rendered the heat targeting system of the V-Mech Useless. (Many different targeting systems are present.) Hour after hour passed, by the end of which, the crowds were cheering on the Plague Attack Force... as was custom. The V-Mechs, after finishing the last of the warrior force, moved to the crowds, and cut them down completely, leaving less than 100 survivors in all. The Mech Attack Force was followed by Scav. Bots., which simply dug through the remanents of the battle for any useable materials. By the initial casualty report, the Plague had lost a total of seventeen V-Mechs.. the Talifan over 94,000.
The Archmech began deploying orbital bombers to begin the dropping of the venom bombs...
Out in the middle of absolutely no where... very, very far away
World Class: 7 - Contains Limited Life - Humanoid Form 7701
Life Force: 001875343b
Population Estimate: 62,875,888,129 - Dom. Life.
Technology Threat: Non-Existant - Extremely Limited Foriegn Technology
Military Threat: Non-Existant
Armament Damage Capacity: Low
Primary Armament: Native Grown Explosive Shells - Melee Weapons V Sort - Various Foriegn Technology... 0 Greater LvL 5
Global Government: 174 Separate Tribes... Strongest of Which dominates 1/13 the globe. Known as the Fur'Hati.
Estimated Enemy Forces: 9,000,000,000
Common Currency: .......Barter System
Mineral Value of Planet: High - 1003v
Atmosphere/General Life Force: Carbon Dioxide Gas - Non-Threat to Occupation Force
Probability of Resistance: 64%
Military Capacity Rate: 12%
Industrial Exploitation: .08%
Estimated Time of Fur'Hati Dom.: 243,000 yrs.
Religous Stat: Extremely High
Possibility of Exploitation: Moderate
Fervor 4b007: 0%
Logistical Resistance: - 0 -
Warfare Scale: 3-f
Corruption Estimate: 24%
Foriegn Galactic Intrest: Moderate - Mercantalist Federation Influence
Foriegn Galactic Threat: Minimal
Estimated X1 Casualty Total: <1,000
Deployed Attack Force: 5,500,000 V-Mech - Minimal Aerial Support
Estimated Time of X1 Occupation: ......... >2 X1 Scales (Two Months)
And so on... and so on... and so on... This report flashed immidiately into the hard drive of every single V-Mech Assigned to the Invasion, as file after file of information was downloaded into the memory core of the force. The history of the Fur'Hati Species was to be known to the detail by every participant of this attack. Every war the species had fought. Every weapon they had used. Every tactic they had mastered was thuroughly processed, exaimined and reexaimined. Counter Tactics, weapons with the highest probability of sucess, invasion routes, supply line designations... everything was instantly computed by the X1 Archmech. Within minutes, transportation craft were targeting zones with the lowest risk of landing damage, and computing estimated enemy resistance. The planet was roughly the size of Jupiter, but didn't have the defences of one of it's moons. Iron One Satellites were deployed by the hundreds... thousands. Small Orb-Like Satellites were shot into space, each with the purpose of documenting and surverying the surface, along with relaying orders to the ground forces. War to the Iron Plague was not the terrible task of defending one's existance... nor inter-national fighting for trivial possessions, not even a quest to spread what was right. War to the Plague was simply the only means of continuing and perpetuating it's own existance. War to the race known as X1 a simple everyday task... such as growing wheat, or fetching water from the well. War was not terrible, as it never destroyed life... it created it.
The Landing
Some one hundred and seventy five large drop pods fell from the carbon filled sky at astounding speeds, causing an unusual green fire to encase the falling object. They quickly leveled out however, to as to lessen the impact force by increasing the time of impact... otherwise they would be completely destroyed. But when they hit... there was fire. As the pods righted themselves and dropped their doors, fire of various colors surrounded the metallic structures as the alloy heads of the V-Mechs rose, their blood red eyes staring at deathly cold gaze on the desert sands. Some 2,500 V-Mech Class 3 Soldiers began moving towards the closest city, that of Hil'Martin, Capital of the Talifan Tribe. The march was long, some 430 miles... one across pure, water free desert sands, with both solar suns beating down on the land. To a normal army... this would be hell. To the plague... it was simply distance. Lots... and lots of distance.
Within a few days, the army reached it's destination, and met a welcoming parts of some 69,000 Talifan Warriors. Some 5,000 Armed with explosive like shells produced by a volitile animal on the planet, 50,000 armed with spears and swords, 10,000 mounted upon raptor-like creatures, all wielding spears, javalines and throwing knives, and 4,000 carrying vials of oil... and torches. The vast army, the greatest one assembled by the Talifan in one hundred years, was summoned due to the reports of Alien Merchants, whom were intent to expel the Iron Plague from the planet. Tens of thousands of spectators traveled alongside the army, as was the custom of the people on the planet. They traveled to trade, and most importantly, watch. The people of the world were by all standards, ugly. Standing no more than 5'6ft, nor weighing more than 180lbs, they were stout, dark skinned people. Their skin was an odd brown, however they held the facial characteristics of a caucasian. A natural orange and white circle surrounded the eye socket of every one of them, their blood also being a sickly greenish blue. Vericose Veins are the norm in these people, as is the total lack of finger nails, hair or saliva. Their teeth are far more canine than the human form, their tounges split down the middle (believed to be unnatural - imposed at birth). These people were highly religious, and violent, praying to their warrior gods before every engagement. The ceremony which was to take place before the battel was apperantly quite large... however the Plague wasn't exactly respectful of foriegn customs. In the begining of the procession, which was to last several hours, the V-Mechs began walking forward and adjusting positions. Forward Units took cover behind a sand ridge on the left, the center made a flat line, and the right took skirmish formations. The Talifan were proud, and enraged about the insult issued upon them, charged, the mounted cavalrys leading the way. Black Lazer Beams, covered in white electricity sped forward to meet the attack. Thousand upon thousands of shots were unleashed, cutting down the charging enemy en masse. The Precision Targeting Systems made sure every shot was one well placed, as the enemy horde closed in. Finally the ranks of enemy melee soldiers made it into contact with the V-Mechs... but with nearly no idea of what to do. Spears shattered against their armor, axes splintered, and hammers broke. Picking them up and throwing them was nearly immpossible, rocks hurled simply cracked... there was very little to do against these creatures. Those carrying the 'Bomb Cracks', as the natives referred to the explosive eggs hurled their weapons at the V-Mechs, with some sucess. The explosions were large, killing mostly Talifan Fighters in the blasts, but the Mechs were blown back, their armor slightly torn and dented, usually covered in fire. However they simply stood back up... if the damage was serious, the internal repair system made slight adjustments, and the fight continued. Those carrying the pots of oil found their weapons equally useless. Even in the rare case one could make it close enough to a Mech to cover it in the flammable oil-like substance, the flames simply blackened the alloy armor, and rendered the heat targeting system of the V-Mech Useless. (Many different targeting systems are present.) Hour after hour passed, by the end of which, the crowds were cheering on the Plague Attack Force... as was custom. The V-Mechs, after finishing the last of the warrior force, moved to the crowds, and cut them down completely, leaving less than 100 survivors in all. The Mech Attack Force was followed by Scav. Bots., which simply dug through the remanents of the battle for any useable materials. By the initial casualty report, the Plague had lost a total of seventeen V-Mechs.. the Talifan over 94,000.
The Archmech began deploying orbital bombers to begin the dropping of the venom bombs...