NationStates Jolt Archive

The skies were burning.

The trails of flaming wreckage tore across the azure sky like tongues of blood, great gushing gouts of firey gore across the atmosphere from the ailing, dieing craft. Warnings blared in their language, hissed cries for help resonated throughout what remained of the vessel. The ground was surging up to meet them, green and fertile foliage abounding. A jungle.

Czin awoke, glancing around the wreckage with metallic eyes, eyes that took in all that surrounded. The scorched and broken earth. He reared up to full height, augmetic body straining against the ruined wreckage of the vast vessel. There must be others, other survivors, other....

He paused. A small creature had entered, dwarfed by the ancient astronaut, a fleshy pink being, clothed in meagre fabrics. It gasped, bowing its hairy head, falling to its knees.

It was....worshipping him?

A flicker of what came close to being a smile crossed its face, form modulating, robes hiding its face. It bent on countless scrambling legs, extending a clawed talon to stroke the things face.

It could be a God. It would be a god. It turned, gesturing at the wreckage. Here lay the foundations of an empire, here lay the genesis of a new Order. It mattered not how many of its kind had survived. What mattered....Was power, and the power to escape this wretched orb.

Years passed...

The Sentinal troops marched in uniform order, raising their weapons to face the primitives who opposed them. Vile Sun worshippers opposed to the great Death offered by Czin. They watched them flee before the almost supernatural might their weapons exhuded, fearing the power of these chosen of the Death God.

How fear swiftly took the Czin Sentinals when similar blasts began to hurtle back at them. Was this treachery? Was it-

The commander had little time to think as the blast tore his chest from his body, letting him fall to the ground, choking in his own blood. An immense figure discharged the energy of the sun from its head-dress, shattering his troops. He saw huge, metallic jaguars lunging forth to tear his men apart. And then he knew nothing.

But Czin knew; knew that more than he had survived. And now, against the rising star of Xil, there would be a War of the Gods.

a patrol group of fleet 3 of the empire dropedput of transwarp

Long dormant and disused sensors flared into life in the midst of Czin's great temple. Cursing in an alien tongue, his voice flared upon concealed speakers that made him seem as an omniscient, omnipotent God.

"To me, my Servants! Your Lord has need of you! Rally, my sentinals!"

His voice boomed then through speaker and sensor arrays, echoing even unto those alien vessels that hung high above. Years of power and lordship had convinced him of his Godhood. His powers, as one of the Old Race, were comparable in ways to those of the Gods that the primitives believed they were, and his ego, well, there were scarcely bigger things.

Trespassers upon the domain of the Cuotl, interlopers in the domain of mighty Czin. Identify yourself. This world is rightly claimed as belonging to me. By right of conquest and divinity, we take. We hold. We claim.

this is the battle patrol epslion of the sephrion empire for the glory of the empire
coms to all ships arm weaponry

What a lovely story! And what an ingtriguing idea: Ancient gods aliens who accidentally crashed here. If aliens can land when people expect to see gods, and are taken to be gods, it makes one wonder. If gods were to land in this day and age, when people expect to see aliens, what blasphemies would people perpetrate before they realize their error?

Then leave my world, Sephirothian Empire. I am Czin! I am Death incarnate! Followers live and die by the will of Czin! You shall not come upon the sacred soil; you shall not defile the land of Czin!

Ancient temple compexes shifted; built of metal, not stone. The architecture crackled and hissed, the captive singularities at their core exhuding only the aura of pure death. Czin's dark technology had dominated this continent for so long, that many forgot what life had been like before the coming of the divine Death.

Xil remembered. It had not willingly assumed the mantle of Godhood, instead it had been forced to when the zealous hordes of Czin had began to seek out more facets of the Great Ship. The Chariot. Now Xil's armies were ready, the cleansing light....Only to have things complicated.

Vessels in the sky. How predictably ironic.

we are explorers and warriors we came to meat you

Czin gestured for more of his slaves to come forth; they were to make preperations for their Lord to greet...Guests

New ones? New ones come to witness the glory of Czin! You may come; but there shall be few of you permitted. A small number. You shall come in a smaller of your vessels; weapons will not be tolerated in my presence.

Are we at an understanding, men of the stars?

that we are we are sephrions not those disgutingly weak hew-mons
a turkhan dropship containing the kitir captain and 5 of the diplomatic corps will come

On four great legs, the thing known as Czin descended a mighty staircase, flanked by countless sentinal warriors. These were humans brought under his wing, trained in all the arts of death. His favored warrior sons. He let his hooded gaze rise up to the skies, the skies that had borne them to this bleak world. The skies that now brought strangers. Visitors.

Now, his civilisation at its peak, he realised that the time had come to seize the opportunity to once again reclaim the Stars. Why should one world worship him? When many could....Countless more worlds, brought under the fold...

Architecture shifted, stone and metal reflecting his glory. The architecture would seem Mayan, old and powerful beyond reckoning, reactors surging with power, power that coursed just underneath every facet of Cuotl civilisation.

the captian grined

OOC: Oh come on, you can do better than that surely. One line, relating to absolutely nothing....Dear Lord! Come on! A little more detail, capitalisation or punctuation! PLEASE!

ooc im a bit rushed im pisotin in 4 threaads buudy

ic He smiled and said sublte entrance i wish the Warior king was that subtle

OOC: Not to be rude, but I'm going to assume this is taking place in the Rise of Nations Universe?

Life ever called to them, drawinbg them across the depths of the endless void, bringing them now, at this time to this place. A single vessel, more massive than even the greatest of Star Destroyers emerged into reality, a Cairn class Tomb Ship of the Necrons. Flagship of Cusith, the Basrghest. The Star God wqas unsure what they would discover here, but he would look, and he would see, and in time, he might feed...

OOC: Everything on NS takes place in the NS Universe, and while I am using a RoL base, it doesn't nessecarily take place in the RoL world. Why? What did you have in mind?

The CNS Escalade, no relation to the car company, was flying around exploring the deep reaches of space. Usually the Commonwealth were xenophobic people who kept to themselves, but now more and more the Senate was authorizing explorations of the worlds beyond them. These were one of the corvettes. The crew was a bit more sane then most, but that's because the madness haven't gotten to them yet.

The Captain, a Michael Aralonia, was in charge. He was already used to these patrols until... SCANNERS GOING CRAZY WOO. Oh and he had a Naval Officier's uniform blah blah blah, I can't go on describing everything.

"Ah!" He shouted as the alarms went nuts. He was asleep... well scouting is boring. "Ensign! What's on the scanners?!"

The Ensign looked at the monitor. "Life sir! Life!"

The Captain stood up immediately. "What?! Well, Ensign start typing and send them a message."

Another Ensign sighed. "Uh oh..."

The Captain looked at his Ensign. "Uh oh?"

"Sephrions." He said. "From the incident... they're small in number and they don't appear hostile. As long as we avoid contact we are fine. Besides they can't attack us, we have a Non Aggression Pact with them Sir."

The Captain mumbled. "Hmmm... very well. I'm going to send a message to the natives. And try to keep us away from that small fleet bloody 'ell."

To: Anybody Down There
From: Captain Michael Aralonia of the CNS Escalade

We are of the Cassiopeian Commonwealth. We are seeking new life forms from
order our Senate. We seek relations with whoever is down there. We come in
peace and we'd like a meeting. Your choice of meeting place of course.
Contact us when you can.

P.S. We noticed that there are some Sephrion ships orbitting your planet.
Be careful, they're a bit... well just be careful.

Michael Aralonia
Captain of the CNS Escalade

(Welcome to NS. My corvette is the Endar Spire, look at my sig for information and whatnot. So hi! :D)

More ships had entered the system. The voice echoed in his head, twisting at his thoughts. Yet more interruptions. Let the Sephirothians in the void above handle such concerns. For now, for now Czin could trouble himself only with the diplomats.

"You are welcome, sons of the sky. You come a world of Czin. I am Czin, God of Death" It reared up, scythe like arm moving and shifting. "You come at a time of great change. Xil comes, the Sun God who sees all and seeks to end my reign. So must darkness and light duel. But you must be hungry, you shall feed amongst my chosen and my slaves. We have prepared a feast for you, visitors from the forgotten Stars"

One voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, an announcement, an introduction. he diverted power to his mental capacities and sent forth a message;

Greetings, travellers. You too shall be welcomed upon my world. Come forth, come and bask in the knowledge and the power that is Czin. Hurry now, and you might join my other guests for the Feasting

OOC: Everything on NS takes place in the NS Universe, and while I am using a RoL base, it doesn't nessecarily take place in the RoL world. Why? What did you have in mind?
OOC: Some people like to RP in universes from different things, like games, books or moves. I just wanted to know if this was taking place in the RoL universe before I made a post as a Vinci city-state. But I won't derail your thread any longer with my OOC ramblings. Have fun, and welcome to NS! (That is if you aren't a puppet.)

OOC: You could post if you wanted to; heh...But that would limit my later Rp with you if you posted in this continuity solely as a Vinci nation...

Perhaps we could work something out over Telegrams?

OOC I'm a bit rushed I'm pisotin in 4 threads Buddy

ic He smiled and said sublet entrance i wish the Warrior king was that subtle

OCC: no this is what your posts look like. I have looked back in you post history and found just about every post you have made is like this. there is the spellchecker in the upper right hand conner of the post box. right above the smilies.

IC:

The 1st fleet of Lyon County entered the system, with 1, Executor SSD, 4 General Sherman Heavy Battleships, 12 ISD Mrk IIs, 4 Endurance-class fleet carriers, 20 Hapes Nova Battle Cruisers, 40 CC-9600 frigates.

"This is Admiral Mizzal, we are looking for The Cuotl. Are we in the right place?" The transmission was sent planet side, hoping for a answer.

"Admiral, we have detected Sephrioth ships in system."

"Hail them."

"This is Admiral Mizzal to Sephrioth fleet,Admiral Mizzal to Sephrioth Fleet.What are your intentions in this system? We are here for a mission of conquest. Please do not stop us.If you wish to aid us, then you will get a share of the glory.If you stand against us your ships will be destroyed.

OCC: If this breaks into a war i want it to stay a local skirmish at most.

OOC: You could post if you wanted to; heh...But that would limit my later Rp with you if you posted in this continuity solely as a Vinci nation...

Perhaps we could work something out over Telegrams?

OOC: Sure. Send me a TG and maybe we can set something up later.

coms to hostile forces this system is under the protection of the sephrion empire as such i am caliing up refenforcements
coms to high comand send the sentaial fleet

More ships had entered the system. The voice echoed in his head, twisting at his thoughts. Yet more interruptions. Let the Sephirothians in the void above handle such concerns. For now, for now Czin could trouble himself only with the diplomats.

"You are welcome, sons of the sky. You come a world of Czin. I am Czin, God of Death" It reared up, scythe like arm moving and shifting. "You come at a time of great change. Xil comes, the Sun God who sees all and seeks to end my reign. So must darkness and light duel. But you must be hungry, you shall feed amongst my chosen and my slaves. We have prepared a feast for you, visitors from the forgotten Stars"

One voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, an announcement, an introduction. he diverted power to his mental capacities and sent forth a message;

Invited to feast already... Glorious. I shall see him, and take stock of his abilities.

Dropped to the surface by a portal from the ship, a massive form materialized in the presence of Czin. It was at once canine, ursine, and humanoid. Blacker than the void between the stars, blacker than the light of the suns it had devoured, Cusith stood more than twice the height of a man, as imposing a figure as might ever be seen. Flanked by a quartet of unsettling Pariahs, each bearing a Warscythe, the Ctan stood before his host, revealed in all his power and glory. From behind the figure emerged a trio of of horrors. One, a Destroyer Lord, stood nearly as high as his God, the other two, powerful Immortals, bore heavy weapons, an honor guard fit to protect one as mighty as The Barghest himself.

I greet you Czin. I am Cusith, known by many names to many races, some of which no longer live. Behold the glory of the Necrontyr and despair. Look upon our works, and see your doom. Or perhaps...your salvation.

The Captain watched as a massive fleet entered the system. "Oh dear..." He thought. "That looks like an invasion fleet. Ah but these ships, we have them in our database from that Ha'Tak mothership. A fleet of ours could take them out. Ensign."

"Hm?" He responded.

"Enter the coordinates of this planet and send it to the 3rd Fleet. We are not going let a foreign power conquer this planet without us studying it first. Meanwhile, I'm going to contact that foreign fleet...." The Captain said jadedly.

To: Unknown Fleet
From: Captain Michael Aralonia of the CNS Escalade

Your presence is disturbing to us. It appears as if you've sent an entire
invasion fleet. We would like to know the reason for your invasion. Scanners
show that this planet consists of fanatical pagans whose technology is
substandard. If you do not back off the Cassiopeian Commonwealth might
have to initiate hostile action. Of course we seek a diplomatic end to this, so
please answer our question.

Michael Aralonia
Captain of the CNS Escalade

The Captain looked at the planet through the window. "So err... we were invited. So how are we gonna go down there? We need an orbital presence."

The Ensigns looked at the First Mate who happened to be sleeping.

The Captain smirked. "I have an idea..."

Five minutes later. "Hey! Put me down! I'm not going in that escape pod! Oh come on, this is against Cassiopeian regulation aggh!"

The Captain chuckled. "You wanna get promoted? Then go into that escape pod with the two Marines that happen to be knocked out and make friendly! Now!"

"Nevar!" He shouted.

Ultimately the Ensigns threw him in. The Captain then pushed the BUTTON. The escape pod thus spiralled towards the planet the Captain just had a revelation. "Wait... how are we supposed to pick them back up?"

BAM.

The escape pod crashed and the three occupents got out. The two marines, armed with E-11s and dressed in a uniform similar to those of a US soldier, got out first. "Eh...?" One said. "WTF??!?!?!"

The First Mate sighed. "Ah s***."

It snarled, gesturing into the air. From a point somewhere behind the temple there came a hovering nightmare. Inlaid with faces of death, the whirling spires contained a bound singularity. It was a Death Sphere, and to gaze upon it was to see the horrors that Czin promises. Lightning crackled along its length as it hovered down to attend its God.

Should I fear you, soulless thing? You have not the capacity in you to bow nor worship. You speak of salvation or doom. Why then should I believe you? Waht do you offer to me, who fears nothing? If I so wish, the gates of Death would consume you and spit out what remained...

Czin felt no fear. In all the years of its reign it had never bowed to evident emotion. It was power, it was the hand of despair and plague. The blade of doom upon his foes. How many had been made to bow before his altar?

Powerful serpent machines slid forth, taller than the Necrontyr who attended the Abomination, Death Snakes, their pilots loyal only to Czin, indoctinated in the depths of the temple to give their life and their hatred utterly in conviction to their God.

I am not a being who shall fall lightly....I am CZIN! I am Death!

It snarled, gesturing into the air. From a point somewhere behind the temple there came a hovering nightmare. Inlaid with faces of death, the whirling spires contained a bound singularity. It was a Death Sphere, and to gaze upon it was to see the horrors that Czin promises. Lightning crackled along its length as it hovered down to attend its God.

Should I fear you, soulless thing? You have not the capacity in you to bow nor worship. You speak of salvation or doom. Why then should I believe you? Waht do you offer to me, who fears nothing? If I so wish, the gates of Death would consume you and spit out what remained...

Czin felt no fear. In all the years of its reign it had never bowed to evident emotion. It was power, it was the hand of despair and plague. The blade of doom upon his foes. How many had been made to bow before his altar?

Powerful serpent machines slid forth, taller than the Necrontyr who attended the Abomination, Death Snakes, their pilots loyal only to Czin, indoctinated in the depths of the temple to give their life and their hatred utterly in conviction to their God.

I am not a being who shall fall lightly....I am CZIN! I am Death!

And I am Cusith, the Barghest. Devourer of souls. You have two options. Join with me, or fall. To join with me is to become perfect, to see the glory of the Necrons, and their undeath. To oppose me is ultimately fatal. Has metal ever feared death? Shall I cower from your terrors like a mortal? I am a God of the Stars, a Ctan. The Talismans of Vaul could not destroy the mightiest among our number, what have you to compare to their might? Nothing. I know the truth as well as you, I see your Godhood as you know the reality of mine. What quarrel have we, Death, and the Reaver of Souls? If you join me, things need not remain as they are. You are lord of but one world, with my aid you may be lord of many.

You presume so much. To come amongst me, to stand and tell me to join or fall! I AM CZIN! This world is mine by right, by conquest. And suddenly you come from the stars, and say to me that I am an inferior, that you will destroy me if I do not join you? What am I to say to that, Cusith!

Energy danced and crackled along his form, the Death Sphere above stirring with its Masters anger. The Sentinals had taken up their defensive positions behind their Lord, while the Snakes seemed to stir, almost ready to strike.

This is not the time, nor the place for such a conflict. You shall wait your turn...When my business is done, we shall speak.

You presume so much. To come amongst me, to stand and tell me to join or fall! I AM CZIN! This world is mine by right, by conquest. And suddenly you come from the stars, and say to me that I am an inferior, that you will destroy me if I do not join you? What am I to say to that, Cusith!

Energy danced and crackled along his form, the Death Sphere above stirring with its Masters anger. The Sentinals had taken up their defensive positions behind their Lord, while the Snakes seemed to stir, almost ready to strike.

This is not the time, nor the place for such a conflict. You shall wait your turn...When my business is done, we shall speak.

Then go about your petty business with lesser mortals. I shall await you above. If you can reach me, then we may speak again. Cusith left as he had appeared, taking all but the Destroyer Lord with him. His most loyal of minions was to stay and observe the happenings. It would be well to see how these creatures interacted with others.

The Captain watched as a massive fleet entered the system. "Oh dear..." He thought. "That looks like an invasion fleet. Ah but these ships, we have them in our database from that Ha'Tak mothership. A fleet of ours could take them out. Ensign."

"Hm?" He responded.

"Enter the coordinates of this planet and send it to the 3rd Fleet. We are not going let a foreign power conquer this planet without us studying it first. Meanwhile, I'm going to contact that foreign fleet...." The Captain said jadedly.

To: Unknown Fleet
From: Captain Michael Aralonia of the CNS Escalade

Your presence is disturbing to us. It appears as if you've sent an entire
invasion fleet. We would like to know the reason for your invasion. Scanners
show that this planet consists of fanatical pagans whose technology is
substandard. If you do not back off the Cassiopeian Commonwealth might
have to initiate hostile action. Of course we seek a diplomatic end to this, so
please answer our question.

Michael Aralonia
Captain of the CNS Escalade

The Captain looked at the planet through the window. "So err... we were invited. So how are we gonna go down there? We need an orbital presence."

The Ensigns looked at the First Mate who happened to be sleeping.

The Captain smirked. "I have an idea..."

Five minutes later. "Hey! Put me down! I'm not going in that escape pod! Oh come on, this is against Cassiopeian regulation aggh!"

The Captain chuckled. "You wanna get promoted? Then go into that escape pod with the two Marines that happen to be knocked out and make friendly! Now!"

"Nevar!" He shouted.

Ultimately the Ensigns threw him in. The Captain then pushed the BUTTON. The escape pod thus spiralled towards the planet the Captain just had a revelation. "Wait... how are we supposed to pick them back up?"

BAM.

The escape pod crashed and the three occupents got out. The two marines, armed with E-11s and dressed in a uniform similar to those of a US soldier, got out first. "Eh...?" One said. "WTF??!?!?!"

The First Mate sighed. "Ah s***."


"Sir The Sephrioth fleet has called for help."

"Target the lead ship with the main turbolasers, and have the General Shermans go in guns blazing."

The fleet fired a massive salvo of from their turbolasers, and the Genreal Shermans charged in firing their 36 and 20 inch rail guns at the lead Sephrioth ships. Then when they got close the force shot 3 rounds each from their 120 inch inch rail guns.(12 shots total)

"Fine you can study whats left of them after i conquer them.We will try to leave some alive."

Sensors brought painful pangs of conflict from far above, surging through his mind in thunderbolts. Czin snarled almost dismissively, a mere thought sending the final command. Slaves watched as the crackling energy surged up from the world, bowing and weeping at such a sign of Czin's glorious wrath.

Xil watched the singularity weapons erupt from the midst of jungle with regret. Such power had corrupted Czin, made him so assured of his own dominance. These strangers were truly strange, and had elicited a strange dynamic in Czin.

The blasts hurtled past the fleets, detonating in spectacular displays of power and malice amongst the stars.

Those had been a warning. The second volley would not be so kind to those who dared tempt his wrath with foolish war.

OOC:We should do a Rise of Legends universe RP..I want to be the Doge or Sawu, personally.

Already he is losing control of the situation... He will be forced to ally with me, simply to end this conflict over his home. He has no vessels, and his batteries will be easily targetted by any opponent that tracks the shots back to their origin. I shall call a portion of my fleet here... He did not realiuze he was speaking alouyd, until a Pariah responded to his musings. "What portion, Lord?" Hmm... Call a pair of Scythes, a quartet of Shrouds, and a dozen each Jackals and Dirges. That should be enough to put down any fleet these fools may bring against us.

"How dare they threaten us!Fire a nuke at the planet targeting the source of those weapons." The Admiral snarled.

A 500 megaton nuclear missile flew toward the source of the first salvo.

"Now have the rest of the fleet follow the General Shermans and open fire with all guns."

"How dare they threaten us!Fire a nuke at the planet targeting the source of those weapons." The Admiral snarled.

A 500 megaton nuclear missile flew toward the source of the first salvo.

"Now have the rest of the fleet follow the General Shermans and open fire with all guns."

As I thought. Ah well.

The Cairns mighty Star Pulse Generator activated, sending out a powerful pulse for a grat distance, capable of damaging any ship within the area, and moire importantly, destroying the missile that had been so foolishly targeted towards those batteries.

And now the fool dies.

Yet more blasts hurtled forth, one towards the missle, while the others now generally targetted the hostile fleet. A roar built within Czin's throat, looking skyward now. Forsaken one! If you will aid us in this time of need, we shall stand at your side...Let these words find you! Bring vengeance upon the foes who would despoil my world! My achievements shall not be dust! HEAR ME!

Streaks of crackling, furious energy surging into the sky as the fighters and bombers of the storm Goddess made themselves known, the skies lit up with glorious lines of sunlight. The two gods whom Czin had once called friend and sibiling, now took their own forces into the fray. To save this world from the wrath of those foolish mortals who would challenge them...

The 7 Had been released. Through out the years members of the 7 had fallen. Only 2 of the Original 7 Remained. Kast of Anarion, and Draconis of Elumaria. The rest, were new to the force. Zell of Eriador, Kula of Anarion, Hunter of Elumaria, Kylsyth of Anarion, and Arterius of Eriador. These were the Elite of the Mornarians. The Elite of the Elite so to speak. The Mornarians were the Elite fighting force of the Tarsonian Military. More powerful, faster reflexes, better aim, more intelligent than normal Tarsonian Marines. These 7 were the elite. Nicknamed the 7 horsemen, they were a death sentence to who ever opposed them. Even though Kast, Kula, and Kylsyth were from Anarion, a new nation that was fighting a revolution against Tarsonis, these Three stayed loyal to the Crown.

They piloted their Valkary fighters(i hope uve seen Macross)out of hyperspace. Draconis the Leader of teh 7 in his custom made Valkary, called the Sword and Retribution, broke radio silence. "Horsemen,... head for the surface. We are here to observe, and if neccessary eliminate." "Aye sir" this response only came from one of the 6 other Valkarys. Kast was the only one skilled enough to keep Draconis from reading his mind. yes, the 7 horsemen, were part of the Psyonic divisiion of the Mornarions. Draconis didnt need a response from the other 5 cause their minds were like open books.


The 7 valkary fighters skimmed over the length and coming up over the bridge of the CNS Escalade. They rocketed toward the surface. As the 7 entered the atmosphere, 7 trails of fire rocketd behind them. Breakiing through the hurtled toward the jungle. Draconis sent word through Psyspeak to the other 6.
Land on that ridge over there.

Yet more blasts hurtled forth, one towards the missle, while the others now generally targetted the hostile fleet. A roar built within Czin's throat, looking skyward now. Forsaken one! If you will aid us in this time of need, we shall stand at your side...Let these words find you! Bring vengeance upon the foes who would despoil my world! My achievements shall not be dust! HEAR ME!

Streaks of crackling, furious energy surging into the sky as the fighters and bombers of the storm Goddess made themselves known, the skies lit up with glorious lines of sunlight. The two gods whom Czin had once called friend and sibiling, now took their own forces into the fray. To save this world from the wrath of those foolish mortals who would challenge them...

Good enough. Cusith appeared once again at the side of the Cuotl. He had his ally, now to keep him.

The Cairn turned about in space, orienting its massive Lightning Arcs and Gauss Particle Whips towards the opposing fleet. Even alone it had the power to sunder vessels inumerable. And it did. Webs of lightning reached out through space to claw at the shielding of the opposing ships. Particle Whips crossed the void to shatter enemy hulls, and the ship advanced swiftly towards the opposing fleet. It did not move towards any individual vessel, instead it moved to place itself deep within the cloud of ships. Wher it could wreak untold havoc with a single strike from the Star Pulse Generator.

The missile now in the planets atmospere was hit by the pulse which detonated it. The mushroom cloud and fire ball could be senn for thousands of miles.

In obit
"Incoming fire!" screamed the Ops officer.
The Executor shook rapidly. when it supsided the siuelds were at 50%.

"Return fire! sSend the General Shermans to take out this threat."

The 4 Battleships raced at the new force with their 36 and 20 inch rail guns blazing. They fired 5,000 missiles each at the enemy ships.(OCC: each missile has a nuclear warhead with a 1 megaton yield.) Mixed in with this salvo were 4 500 megaton warheads. In the minds of captians of the warships victory seemed assured.

"S***!" The Captain shouted.

All of a sudden and out of the blue a large fleet appeared. It was the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet. Consisting of 60 ships it was a large sight indeed. The CNS Aralonia, which had nothing to do with the Captain, was the flagship. Imagine a Ra Calium but bigger since right now I lack a flagship. It appeared over the small corvette, the Grand Admiral being a Mr. Harrison Ford.

"Captain we received your coordinates." He said over a communique. "What the Hell is going- whoa! High levels of radiation coming in! What the?! They fired on the Sephrion fleets?! Ah f*** it help 'em out. Looks like a giant fleet, oh dear... I know some of those ships, exactly like what the Sephrion ships use!" He smirked. "Nothing to worry about. All fighters launch, defend the fleet. Cruisers, battleships, anything with missiles. Target the frigates, we need to take down the frigates. That's going to make our life easier."

The Captain paniced. "What about us sir?!"

"Hmmm..." He paused. "Get the Hell out. We'll pick your guy on the way."

Thus the corvette left.

Meanwhile Harrison pondered. "Heh, they won't be expecting this."

The gunships, cruisers, and battleships began to target the fourty frigates. Alarms rang out, people ran, fighters launched, point defense systems activated. Random Ensigns began praying and other said their last jokes. Today was the first battle situation the Cassiopeian Navy would face against a foreign power. The missiles launched! Hundreds of fifty megaton missiles all aimed evenly towards the frigates. His hope was that they could take the fleet by surprise and destroy the escorts.

He sighed. "All fighters, I repeat stay with the fleet. Let them come to us. We have capital ships for a reason. Circle the fleet! Ships reload, prepare another salvo! Frigates watch for a retaliation strike."

To: Native Inhabitors
From: Grand Admiral Harrison Ford of the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet

I have no idea what is going on but all I know is to help preserve this planet
for relations with the Cassiopeian Commonwealth. And bloody 'ell if I let this
place turn into a nuclear wasteland. We have three men down there in an
escape pod, so if you can please I beg you, find him and bring him to your
version of safety.

In Something,

Harrison Ford
Grand Admiral of the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet

He paused. "Senate ain't gonna like this..."

(Just tell me if anything I'm doing is wrong. Also, my stats for my Navy are in my sig so yeh....)

"Damn, we just lost thirty-eight of our frigates!Send in whats left guns blazing but leave the general shermans to fight the other force."



1 Executor SSD, 12 ISD Mrk IIs, 4 Endurance-class fleet carriers, 20 Hapes Nova Battle Cruisers attacked the TCG fleet with turbolasers blazing, and fighters luanhing to disable certain parts of the enemies ship, such as hyperdrives,engines, weapons, sensor arrays, anything that would give the friendly fleet an advantage.

The missile now in the planets atmospere was hit by the pulse which detonated it. The mushroom cloud and fire ball could be senn for thousands of miles.

In obit
"Incoming fire!" screamed the Ops officer.
The Executor shook rapidly. when it supsided the siuelds were at 50%.

"Return fire! sSend the General Shermans to take out this threat."

The 4 Battleships raced at the new force with their 36 and 20 inch rail guns blazing. They fired 5,000 missiles each at the enemy ships.(OCC: each missile has a nuclear warhead with a 1 megaton yield.) Mixed in with this salvo were 4 500 megaton warheads. In the minds of captians of the warships victory seemed assured.

There was no hope for a salvo of that size to even touch the ship. Point defense blazed away, targeting missiles at random, waiting for most of the salvo to bring themselves into range of the Star Pulse Generator, once again. Moments after the first turret stopped firing, over 90% of the salvo was destroyed in a single burst of power. The other ten percent, all of the 1 megaton variety, slammed into the Cairns forward hull. When the blasts had dissipated, it could be seen that the hull was only slightly holed, and that the vessel was already knitting itself together again, the Necrodermis reacting to the damage to repair itself.

Again it blazed with the massive energy of its main weapons, and this time, a new threat appeared. Depositted within the vessels by the necrons frighteningly accurate portls, squads of Immortals and Warriors now roamed freely through three of the Imperial Star Destroyers.

Anla`shok Sharlin "Delenn"
"Alyt..Our astrometric probes have detected massive activity in the Aio system. Numerous fleets have entered the system, and large nuclear explosions have been detected."

"Exit hyperspace then. Who are the aggressors?"

"It appears that a group of ships using old Imperial technology attacked first, then a second fleet destroyed the missile attacking the planet, and numerous other fleets began to duke it out after that."

"We'll support the planet, then. De-hyperspace and open a channel to all ships involved, translate to all known languages."

"Leaving jump space in five...four....three....two...one..Jump point materialising."

The Delenn, while still in the swirling river that was Jumpspace, opened a portal to realspace. On the realspace side, a massive blue vortex emerged seemingly from nowhere, with the 1.6km Delenn following.

"Channel is open, Alyt."

"All fleets hostile to the planet - Stand down or face immediate destruction at the hands of the Anla`shok Minbari. This is your only warning."

"Close the channel, Ensign."

"Yes, Alyt."

The Sharlin class accelerated to a point four light-minutes away from the fighting. Her shields rose, with the shimmering bubble briefly appearing over the blue frame. Ablative armour generators transported the thick covering over the shield, turning the more vulnerable parts grey with armour coating, easily doubling the amount of physical armour the ship had. Sharlins were a force to be reckoned with, alone or in groups..

The Grand Admiral's jaw opened wide.

"Sir!" An Ensign shouted. "Their frigate escort is obliterated! They're sending their fleet in this direction! Next order Admiral?"

The Grand Admiral was too busy being happy. He was dancing and doing the MC Hammer dance back and forth saying "Uh oh uh oh, HAMMA TIME. OOOH, THEY JUST GOT PWNED." He then noticed his entire crew looking at him. He regained composure. "Oh err... direct fire towards the the Star Destroyers! There aren't much of them and another salvo should be enough, forget about the battleships and their flagship, we'll focus on those later."

Another Ensign ran towards the Admiral. "Sir! Enemy fighters! We've lost ten of our frigates due to an initial attack. If they break down the wall they might get to the cruisers."

The Grand Admiral raised his brow. "Are they stupid...? Frigates, open fire! Interceptors, take down those fighters whatever the Hell they are! Fighters and bombers, stay with the fleet. If the wall breaks we'll need to defend our heavier ships."

The fourty frigates' point defense systems activated. Green beams from the frigates started firing, it was not a projectile like most turbo lasers, no. It was a continous stream of light. Yet this light could destroy any fighter just as well as any other turbo laser, and it worked better too. Meanwhile fifty interceptors flew towards the fighters, zipping in and out as fast as A-Wings. They were not going to let these fighters get inside the fleet.

"This is Green Leader! Take down those fighters, we can't let them get to the cruisers they're the backbone of this!" He shouted as the interceptors charged.

Meanwhile the gunships, battleships, and cruisers launched another salvo of fifty megaton missiles towards the Star Destroyers, like Robotech like efficiency it flew beautifully towards the large daggers. This battle was being won, but of course, but it was going to be won with efficiency.

Then, another ship.

To: Unknown Ship
From: Grand Admiral Harrison Ford of the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet

Who the Hell are you, and why you are you here? Anyway you're not firing on
us so that's good. So errr, answer the questions.

Harrison Ford
Grand Admiral of the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet

The Alyt recieved the message at his command panel, and proceeded to type out a response.

We are the Anla`shok Minbari, the Rangers. What started this conflict? We can speak more after this..unpleasentness.

There was no hope for a salvo of that size to even touch the ship. Point defense blazed away, targeting missiles at random, waiting for most of the salvo to bring themselves into range of the Star Pulse Generator, once again. Moments after the first turret stopped firing, over 90% of the salvo was destroyed in a single burst of power. The other ten percent, all of the 1 megaton variety, slammed into the Cairns forward hull. When the blasts had dissipated, it could be seen that the hull was only slightly holed, and that the vessel was already knitting itself together again, the Necrodermis reacting to the damage to repair itself.

Again it blazed with the massive energy of its main weapons, and this time, a new threat appeared. Depositted within the vessels by the necrons frighteningly accurate portls, squads of Immortals and Warriors now roamed freely through three of the Imperial Star Destroyers.


OCC: what about the shots from my rail guns? over 7,000 from each ship were fired.

The Grand Admiral's jaw opened wide.

"Sir!" An Ensign shouted. "Their frigate escort is obliterated! They're sending their fleet in this direction! Next order Admiral?"

The Grand Admiral was too busy being happy. He was dancing and doing the MC Hammer dance back and forth saying "Uh oh uh oh, HAMMA TIME. OOOH, THEY JUST GOT PWNED." He then noticed his entire crew looking at him. He regained composure. "Oh err... direct fire towards the the Star Destroyers! There aren't much of them and another salvo should be enough, forget about the battleships and their flagship, we'll focus on those later."

Another Ensign ran towards the Admiral. "Sir! Enemy fighters! We've lost ten of our frigates due to an initial attack. If they break down the wall they might get to the cruisers."

The Grand Admiral raised his brow. "Are they stupid...? Frigates, open fire! Interceptors, take down those fighters whatever the Hell they are! Fighters and bombers, stay with the fleet. If the wall breaks we'll need to defend our heavier ships."

The fourty frigates' point defense systems activated. Green beams from the frigates started firing, it was not a projectile like most turbo lasers, no. It was a continous stream of light. Yet this light could destroy any fighter just as well as any other turbo laser, and it worked better too. Meanwhile fifty interceptors flew towards the fighters, zipping in and out as fast as A-Wings. They were not going to let these fighters get inside the fleet.

"This is Green Leader! Take down those fighters, we can't let them get to the cruisers they're the backbone of this!" He shouted as the interceptors charged.

Meanwhile the gunships, battleships, and cruisers launched another salvo of fifty megaton missiles towards the Star Destroyers, like Robotech like efficiency it flew beautifully towards the large daggers. This battle was being won, but of course, but it was going to be won with efficiency.

Then, another ship.

A new wave of fighters launched, however they had the weapons of a medium gunship. With 4 60 inch rail guns, 16 24 inch rail guns, and 60 3 inch PD rail guns these ships were beasts, they were the Starhound class Heavy Assault Fighter. 400 of these charged in to the fray firing all guns at the TCG intercepters. Then a group of 100 charged of targeting the frigets wih their main guns.

(I have a question, so your interceptors avoided point defense systems and your Star Destroyers just HAPPENED to survive an insane onslaught of nuclear weaponry and if I remember right most of those ships come from SDs, I don't think they can take off that quickly and survive. And how do rail guns fit on gunships?)

[APPROXIMATELY 200,000 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

A blue dot appeared in the middle of space, elongating into a blue line. This line was wider than the last time someone described a Hiigaran hyperspace entry, partially because this is a different ship than last time. Nonetheless!

The blue window opened for 6 seconds, long enough for the 550 meter vessel to exit without any sort of gruesome result, such as getting cut in half or something of the like. The controllers of the Hiigaran 15th Expeditionary Fleet vessel noted all the frenzied communications going by, and the appearance of these annoyingly horribly designed wedge-shaped ships. And even a Minbari cruiser, an ally no less! In any case, a laser-link communication was pointed at the approximate location of the Minbari vessel.


Minbari vessel, this is the HGNS Black Rose, a LiirHra Block 19 Refit light assault cruiser. We are maneuvering to close in on your position to provide additional firepower, necessary or not. We see that you are being attacked by those annoyingly horribly designed wedgeships, and will open fire on them immediately. HGNS Black Rose, over and out.


Ten large missile launchers opened across the Black Rose, missiles in the tubes and ready to fire.

"Open fire, all tubes! Spool the lasers as continuous wave weaponry on the double!"

Ten 150 megaton nuclear missiles launched in sprint mode, firing salvoes directly at the enemy fleet, once every four seconds or so, aiming to cause as much pure mass destruction as possible.

(I have a question, so your interceptors avoided point defense systems and your Star Destroyers just HAPPENED to survive an insane onslaught of nuclear weaponry and if I remember right most of those ships come from SDs, I don't think they can take off that quickly and survive. And how do rail guns fit on gunships?)

OCC: the fist wave of fighters came from the SDs while you forgot that i have 4 assualt carriers in system. this is where the gunships came from. how many missiles are on ach of your gun ships? how much more space is needed than a bunch of rail guns.

All the rail guns are powered by 3 super powerful magetic field generators that power all the on board rail guns. this craft is 75 metters long with a depth of 10 meters, and a width of 15 meters.

I will quote myself here.

1 Executor SSD, 12 ISD Mrk IIs, 4 Endurance-class fleet carriers, 20 Hapes Nova Battle Cruisers moved toward the TCG fleet.

IC:
About 40% of the salvo was destroyed by the now limted PD power of the fleet.Of the 12 SDs, 9 were destroy with the rest damaged.

The Intercepters were being chewed up by the point defenses. Of the 500 fighters launched 270 of them were destroyed or disabled.

[APPROXIMATELY 200,000 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

A blue dot appeared in the middle of space, elongating into a blue line. This line was wider than the last time someone described a Hiigaran hyperspace entry, partially because this is a different ship than last time. Nonetheless!

The blue window opened for 6 seconds, long enough for the 550 meter vessel to exit without any sort of gruesome result, such as getting cut in half or something of the like. The controllers of the Hiigaran 15th Expeditionary Fleet vessel noted all the frenzied communications going by, and the appearance of these annoyingly horribly designed wedge-shaped ships. And even a Minbari cruiser, an ally no less! In any case, a laser-link communication was pointed at the approximate location of the Minbari vessel.



Ten large missile launchers opened across the Black Rose, missiles in the tubes and ready to fire.

"Open fire, all tubes! Spool the lasers as continuous wave weaponry on the double!"

Ten 150 megaton nuclear missiles launched in sprint mode, firing salvoes directly at the enemy fleet, once every four seconds or so, aiming to cause as much pure mass destruction as possible.

OCC who are you targeting, me or TCG?

OOC: You're the only one with wedge-shaped ships (read: Star Destroyers), so you. Oh, and they're aimed at your Super Star Destroyer. Assume I've fired 200 of the 150 megaton nukes at you, and am lashing your ship with 500 gigawatt continuous wave particle beams.

OOC: You're the only one with wedge-shaped ships (read: Star Destroyers), so you. Oh, and they're aimed at your Super Star Destroyer. Assume I've fired 200 of the 150 megaton nukes at you, and am lashing your ship with 500 gigawatt continuous wave particle beams.

OCC: I do not know what his ships look like so i did not know.

IC:

"Incoming missiles and laser fire!"

"Have the General Sherman move in to intercept."

"Get my a com link to the ship that fired those."

"Done, sir."

Please stop firing on us. We have done nothing to you. We can settle this later.


The General Shermans broke of their attacks on the Unknown ships and charged on an Intercept course for the missiles. They destroyed all but 4 which were intercepted by the cruisers protecting the Surviving SDs.

Then they went in and started to attack the TCG frigates, hoping to take down the the outer defences and move in for the kill.

OOC:TCG says be more specific

(Go to mah sig >.>)

The Grand Admiral raised his brow. "Hm, now there are ships coming out of nowhere helpins us. Hell I can't complain. Wait, what are those? Gunships! WTF, they're charging fast too! Aggh! Oh we'll show them. Gunships attack those gunships, fighters... attack!!!"

Begin playing William Tell Overture... now.

The entire fighter force of the fleet, almost over one thousand fighters (with the bombers staying behind of course) flew towards the interceptors. The frigates meanwhile were dropping, another five due to gunship attacks. Meanwhile twenty interceptors were destroyed, light casualties due to the nature of the attacks. But no matter, the CF-7s were going to aid them now. "This is Red Leader!" He shouted. "Fighters coming in from the front, take them out!"

Meanwhile the frigates continued firing at the interceptors that were left and that were coming, they would NOT get into the inner fleet.

The gunships meanwhile fired towards the enemy gunships, that's redundant, blagh. Meanwhile the cruisers and his battleships fired yet another salvo, this time aimed at the twenty Nova Class Cruisers. With most of their point defense systems down the enemy could not resist this.

The Grand Admiral was smirking. "Oooh, I smell a promotion..."

Then an Ensign ran towards him. "Sir! Battleships! They're approaching!"

The Grand Admiral had to think of something fast. "Oooh, send the bombers! All fifty of them! Split them into groups of ten, a group for a battleship."

"With no escort?!" An Ensign said surprised.

"DO IT!!!"

All CB-1s Bombers flew towards their respective targets. Armed with a heavy payload of proton torpedoes, they went fast. They knew they wouldn't survive the engagement but they had to hold them until the next bombardment.

[OOC: Uh, did you just use your cruisers as pincushions for 150 megaton nuclear missiles?]

[HGNS BLACK ROSE, CURRENTLY 180,000 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

"How in all hell do you take out 200 nuclear missiles? Coming in at 60,000 kilometers per second!?"

"No idea, sir."

"Keep at it, then. Close the range and open fire with the primary beams."

"Aye, sir."

"Incoming message! Uh, we can't decode anything from it. Different language, and they didn't repeat."

"Keep at it. Let's help out the Minbari."

Two terawatt-class particle beams were lashed onto both sides of the Black Rose's bow, 10 charges of 10 seconds apiece. Putting out an incredible amount of power per second, they could put massive holes in anything quite easily.

And thus they did.

"Fire on their capital vessel!"

The gunships fired everything they had at the enemy gun ships, execpt their main guns, saving those for the frigates and cruisers. 13 gunships were destroyed along with 7 cruisers.

The battleships started firing a spam from their 3 inch rail guns hoping to stop them cold. However the computers got a lock and for each for each of the enemy bombers, over 500 3 inch rail guns fired at each. They fired a non stop for 3 minutes.

Sentinal warriors combed the jungles, seeking those whom the Cassiopeians had sent, while Czin whirled about, glancing at the C'tan that now accompanied him. This galaxy is a strange place, Star God. The inhabitants are frail and fearful, they do not take well to shows of power. Why else would they attack us. Why else would they shrink from doing Our will? We are the Gods! They ought to know their doom when it seeks them out...I shall call to be brethern, and we shall think upon your words...

For the first time in an age, we shall be as one!

The Coutl ships whirled and danced into the atmosphere, weapons gleaming with alien energies. Some sent great scything beams of focussed solar radiation, light for better lack of a word. Some fought with gravimetric weaponry that mirrored the bound singularities powering them in the name of Death. Others fought with arcs and sprays of great lightning weapons, the howling wrath of the embodied storm.

[OOC: Uh, did you just use your cruisers as pincushions for 150 megaton nuclear missiles?]

[HGNS BLACK ROSE, CURRENTLY 180,000 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

"How in all hell do you take out 200 nuclear missiles? Coming in at 60,000 kilometers per second!?"

"No idea, sir."

"Keep at it, then. Close the range and open fire with the primary beams."

"Aye, sir."

"Incoming message! Uh, we can't decode anything from it. Different language, and they didn't repeat."

"Keep at it. Let's help out the Minbari."

Two terawatt-class particle beams were lashed onto both sides of the Black Rose's bow, 10 charges of 10 seconds apiece. Putting out an incredible amount of power per second, they could put massive holes in anything quite easily.

And thus they did.

"Fire on their capital vessel!"

OCC: No they used their PD to stop them.

IC:

"No reasponse to the hail sir!"

"Keep repeating it until we get an answer. Send it in all known languages!"

The super Star destroy lurched from a hit. The tip of the vessal had been sheered clean off...

Sentinal warriors combed the jungles, seeking those whom the Cassiopeians had sent, while Czin whirled about, glancing at the C'tan that now accompanied him. This galaxy is a strange place, Star God. The inhabitants are frail and fearful, they do not take well to shows of power. Why else would they attack us. Why else would they shrink from doing Our will? We are the Gods! They ought to know their doom when it seeks them out...I shall call to be brethern, and we shall think upon your words...

For the first time in an age, we shall be as one!

The Coutl ships whirled and danced into the atmosphere, weapons gleaming with alien energies. Some sent great scything beams of focussed solar radiation, light for better lack of a word. Some fought with gravimetric weaponry that mirrored the bound singularities powering them in the name of Death. Others fought with arcs and sprays of great lightning weapons, the howling wrath of the embodied storm.

OCC: you never responded to the 500 megaton bomb that detonated over your planet, which even if it did not hit the ground would be even more efective since it was an air burst.

(Lyon, I sent salvos towards your cruisers and gunships. Could you at least post casualties?)

I edited it in to the post.

Aio System Conflict

"Alyt, the conflict is continuing. The Casseiop-" the comm officer said, before being interrupted by the Hiigaran broadcast.

"..Alyt, a Hiigaran vessel has just entered the system."

"Open a channel, comm."

"Channel open."

"Greetings, allies of the Minbari. We are about to engage your targets. I also want to hold a meeting on my vessel when this bit of hostility is over."

Alyt Hedronn ra Shaibar'nik slashed across his throat quickly, and the comm officer closed the channel.

"Weaponry, change bridge to combat stations."

"Yes, sir. Bridge projections coming online."

Every Sharlin class vessel had a combat bridge setting, where all of the bridge officers looked at a 3D real-time projection of the battlefield, including status of their ship, allied ships (In this case, the Hiigarans), and scaled projections of the enemy ships.

"Move to 200,000K range and open fire on the largest enemy vessel with all batteries, fire missiles at the smaller vessels. Do not launch fighters. Support the Hiigaran vessel, we'll help cover their flank."

The Delenn increased speed, covering the distance very shortly, and as soon as the vessel hit the 200,000 kilometre mark, it opened fire. Main guns erupted with yellow streaking beams of gravitic neutron fire, followed by electromagnetic versions of the same. Dozens of missiles accelerated out of their tubes, ranging from fifty megaton output to one hundred fifty. They were equipped with the quintissential Minbari stealth system, preventing positive target locks with traditional sensor systems, and decreasing the chance that they would be destroyed by point-defense systems.

The lead Super Star Destroyer alone was attacked with a full barrage of the main guns, guns that had proven themselves in combat with dozens of Imperial Star Destroyers..

The entire salvo hit.

The Admiral was watching the ship he had served on for over 20 years being destroyed. A slight tear was seen in his eyes but it was gone a monet later.

"We just lost weapons control. The hull intergrety is at twenty-five percent, sir. We should run."

"Have the rest of the fleet return to base. How much power can we get from the engines?"

"Ninety percent. What are you thinking?"

"We're gonna ram the Largest TCG ship and then overload the reactors and blow them all to hell!"

"Should we have the crew abondon ship?"

"No they will die any way. Better to die heros than starving in an escape pod, or being killed helplessly the enemy."

"Aye sir."

The Executor charged the TCG fleet while the rest of the fleet jumped away.

[HGNS BLACK ROSE, CURRENTLY 193,349 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

"We're getting a hell of a lot of message pings, sir, I have no idea what the hell they're trying to say but apparently they're going absolutely fucking crazy about it."

"Yeah, I can hear it too, what's going on over there?" The captain shook his head and sighed. "Continue with the bombardment and let's fire on all vectors. Directly target the enemy bridge with everything we've got."

200 missiles from various vectors slammed into various areas on the Super Star Destroyer, targeting specifically turrets and the bridge. Particle beams scorched "BITCH" into the hull plating of the giant vessel before a massive yellow terawatt particle beam slammed into the bridge.

The vast shields of the Cuotl flared against the radiation which rained down upon them, consequence of the high atmosphere blast. A primitive technology by the estimations of a civilisation who had once crossed the void, called stars into existence and snuffed them out again. Reactors flared with power, sustaining the immense city complexes, while Sentinals herded the lesser slaves into the great fanes and Temple complexes

Sun Idols stirred, great statues turning weapons, immense, striding forth. They tasted the bitter taint of the air, and opened their arms, tasting the energy, the raw radiation. Their shields hissed and crackled, and they roared in furious anger at the knowledge of how long it would take to once again make pure the world.

OOC: To think that my intro started with such humble estimations...I suppose you'll have to explain to all the national delegates you've irradiated now, eh?

The Grand Admiral rolled his eyes. "A valiant effort. It appears their fighters and fleet went bye bye. Men prepare for Maneuver B. All ships fire one last salvo!"

The ships fired one last salvo, missile upon missile aimed at the slowly coming SSD. It was a beautiful sight, unfortunately the ships couldn't stay for the show. As soon as the missiles fired the ships engaged into hyperdrive and flew right to the other side of the planet, letting the missiles fly towards the SSD and letting it explode by itself. The Grand Admiral looked smirked. "Stupid daggers..."

Meanwhile the Grand Admiral had to give a message to the allied ships.

To: Those Ships That Helped Us
From: A Friend

Well isn't this nice? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Grand Admiral Harrison
Ford of the CNS Aralonia and the 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet. If you didn't notice
those were my ships doing the brunt. Still, we appreciate your help. Mind
introducing yourselves?

The Grand Admiral then looked at the planet. "Boy... I need to pick up those soldiers. Oh well."

(Heh, well coulda been worse. Anyway you can RP finding my guy any time. Also, where do you want this meeting to occur now that the planet is irradiated? XD)

The bridge was destroyed, however with the mass and speed the hull kept going. the racctors ere set to overload in 10 minutes.

The Sentinals crested a hill, watching the smoke rising from the impact site. They crackled with shield energy, their personal shield devices offering them some degree of protection from the hated enemies cowardly corruption. One moved ahead, leaping down, his cloak and shield alive with energy as the dust settled around him

"You. Men from the Stars. We come, God Czin demands it. We bring you before Death God, and you, you speak with him. You hear my words? You understand, Men from Stars?"

"Alyt, we're recieving a hail."

"Play it over speakers."

As the Casseiopean message played out over their speakers, the Alyt was already playing a possible response through his head. He told the communications officer to open a broadcast to the Hiigarans and the Casseiopeans, and he said, "I am Alyt Hedronn ra Shaibar'nik of the Anla`Shok Minbari. We scour unclaimed systems in search for Vorlon artifacts, waiting for the return of the Enemy. I wish for your representatives to meet on my ship."

The weapons officer looked at Hedronn expectantly as he said his message, setting the broadcast on repeat.

"Alyt, the enemy Super Star Destroyer is still moving.."

"Lock tractorbeams and engage, stop it. Perhaps we can capture the vessel."

"Yes, sir. Tractor-beams are firing now."

The Delenn's tractor-beam mounts lashed out with a translucent blue light at the Super Star Destroyer, attempting to slow it down. The Minbari tractorbeams had track capabilities enough to stop fighters, so a massive target like an SSD is no problem..

(Don't ignore mah post)

The two Marines pointed their E-11s out of paranoia but the First Mate calmed them down. He started to speak. "Star Men? Me, errr. I'm First Mate Orca Li of the CNS Escalade. These are Marines, I guess..." He paused looking at the energy around them. "Wha what happened? I heard an explosion. Is my ship alive? Are there any Cassiopeians alive?"

"Sir." Said a Marine. "I suggest we follow."

The First Mate blinked. "Errr... yes. Yes lead the way."

CNS Aralonia

The Grand Admiral picked up his message. "Eh? Look at that they're... something Minbari, bah. They want a representative. Admiral." For there were no First Mates aboard command ships. "I'm going to go, you take care of business mmk?"

I'm coming...

And thus he left on a Lambda shuttle and started flying towards the Cruiser.

"Alyt, we're receiving a hail."

"Play it over speakers."

As the Cassiopeian message played out over their speakers, the Alyt was already playing a possible response through his head. He told the communications officer to open a broadcast to the Hiigarans and the Casseiopeans, and he said, "I am Alyt Hedronn ra Shaibar'nik of the Anla`Shok Minbari. We scour unclaimed systems in search for Vorlon artifacts, waiting for the return of the Enemy. I wish for your representatives to meet on my ship."

The weapons officer looked at Hedronn expectantly as he said his message, setting the broadcast on repeat.

"Alyt, the enemy Super Star Destroyer is still moving.."

"Lock tractor beams and engage, stop it. Perhaps we can capture the vessel."

"Yes, sir. Tractor-beams are firing now."

The Delenn's tractor-beam mounts lashed out with a translucent blue light at the Super Star Destroyer, attempting to slow it down. The Minbari tractor beams had track capabilities enough to stop fighters, so a massive target like an SSD is no problem..

Over the course of 7 minutes the hull had moved close to the TCG fleet. It slowed down over the next 2 minutes but never stopped. With less than a minute left until the reactor blew the ship was was close to the TCG fleet and the planet. It finally stopped about 500 miles from the TCG flagship. before it moved backward it detonated in a fire ball that was over 6,000 miles in diameter. Massive amounts of Radiation were relased.

"Fire rained from the sky and the Masters said it was not safe for the lesser men to be without the Temple. We carry the grace of Czin, we are touched by his might. He tells us, 'Bear my sign and serve me, and you shall be protected from harm.' He tells us that tonight there must be a sacrifice, to appease his Sister, Shok. She will call the storms and cleanse the world of the evil flame, the evil air and land. For they have been tainted."

They led them back through the Jungle towards the city, vast constructions of metal and stone. Some would notice that the air seemed ripe and rank with death. That bones and skulls adorned the architecture, and that the lesser brothers of the Sentinals, wildmen and primitive tribes, were trapped in cages. Some mere constructions of metal, others bizarre forcefields.

You come into the presence of the lord Czin, bow your heads and he shall bless you, Star Men."

[HGNS BLACK ROSE, CURRENTLY 194565 KILOMETERS FROM THE CUOTL HOMEWORLD]

"Meeting aboard the Minbari vessel? Very well." The Captain stood and turned towards the shuttle bay. "Launch the SCS when I'm aboard."

"Sir, we have a message from the unknown allied vessel. Apparently we'll be meeting with them too or something."

"Right." He nodded as the Super Star Destroyer went up in a hell of a bang. "Oh, get me a nice bottle of wine, too. We'll share it with the Minbari."

(Hm, Lyon I hyperspaced away from your ship. Meanwhile your ship was going slow as heck so errr, your ramming phails.)

Harrison's Shuttle

Harrison saw the grand explosion from his viewscreen on the shuttle. "Hmmm, interesting. Glad we ran away."


The Planet

Orca looked at the interesting architecture and whatnot. He looked at the strange forcefields, he's never seen anything like this before! He was used to smooth small buildings, not bones and metal. Granted he found it beautiful in its own sick way. He just thought one thing, he didn't want to die. He then saw Czin.

"Errrm..." He thought.

The Marines growled. "Bow!" They said as he pulled Orca's head down. Thus the three men bowed, hoping that death wouldn't come to them.

Anla`shok Ship Delenn
"Alyt, both the Hiigarans and the Cassiopeians have confirmed. They have launched their shuttles."

"Lock tractor beams and guide them into the hangars. I will meet them in the hangar. First Officer, you're in command."

"Aye, sir. Tractor beams locking on."

Hedronn got up from his chair, and exited the bridge, without a guard. His First Officer waited for Hedronn to leave the bridge, and he got up and stole his chair. The Captain's Chair was, after all, superior to any other chair in a Minbari vessel.

Hedronn entered a lift platform, and said loudly, "Hangar." The lift accelerated, giving him the slight cringing feeling that the inertial compensators were slightly off. He would have a word with the engineers later. For now, he dealt with it as the lift opened up and he strode to the hangar..

OCC: um you ships should have been destoyed if you were inside of a 6,000 miles radius. Anything, a frigate, a gunship.

OOC: Your insistance on victory even in death is ruining the general going along of my thread...Die with dignity...

A small force of cruisers came in escorting 25 mobile repair yards to salvage anything they could. However a 500 meter piece of the Executor that was sheered off in the battle was taken home to be made into a memorial for those who died here. the salvage concluded with the removal of at least 5 of the destroyed ISDs back to the Lyon system. many frigates, and a pair of cruisers were also savaged. Any ship that could not be repaired was destroyed completely as the information in the computer banks could not fall into foreign hands.

OOC:How exactly did you accomplish this with...several hostile fleets in the system? You can't really do that, see, unless you want us to open fire as soon as any of your ships were spotted.

its only TCG who has a fleet. now why would they fire on a reascue force?

OOC: Funny how my post was completely over looked.

Kast knelt to keep from being seen. He slung his beam rifle over his shoulder and knelt with draconis to look at the object while the other 5 stood watch. Upon landing they had claked and hidden their valkary's far from any life forms. They had continued on foot. arming them selves with beam rifles, and the customary sword, Standard issue with mornarians. The 7 had set off.


Draconis and Kast picked through the wreckage. Draconis knowing a little about technology but trusting Kast who knew than most could hope to learn in a dozen life times, asked the question. "what is it?"
" Its still intact,.....looks like a central computer frame, probly from a destroyed ship from the battle raging up above. this power source is fried, but other than that it looks in working condition."

"okay, one who's is it, and 2 how the hell did it survive entry."

Kast scraped some soot and dirt off part of it to find some bizare symbols, but he recognized them.
" Looks like a lyon mainframe, damn.....we should salvage this and bring it back to Elumaria, the scientists there can probably break their codes. "

"but how did it survive the atmosphere"

"Hydrocarbate shielding. If a ship crashes its supposed to be able to survive so they can recover it to get the ships information to find out what happened and improve the ships designs."

"any self destruct mechonisms"

"yup"

Daggar backed up about 10 feet.

"this one here" Kast cut a wire " and a back up here" he cut another wire. "I love computers."

"Can they trace it?"

"OH probably."

"High alert gentlemen," he turned to kula, "and lady. were hauling this thing back to the ships."

Kast put the computer mainframe in his back pack. (ooc: note this isnt like a whole computer which would be too big to carry, Its a mainframe, or hardrive rather, which is about 2 by 3 by 1/2.)
"lets move out people."

OOC: Because we're all cruel and heartless

IC:

Czin watched the strangers approached, watched them bow their heads in veneration.
You are the Strangers from the sky. My people will not harm you, nor shall they fear you. Instead you shall join us in feasting, for you tore asunder those that would have harmed my world and my people. You are chosen heroes of Czin! You are blessed of Death!

Ceremonial shawls were draped upon them as they were led into one of the proper temples, where many of the less enlightened humans dwelt. They were not trained in the ways of the Gods as the Sentinals were, instead they knew only fear and worship and veneration.

They lavished their praises upon these foreign heroes, for they had saved them, so spoke the great Lord of Death

OCC: none of my ships had a mainframe that could have got to the planet's surface. the only ship that was close enoguh was the Executor which wnet up in a 6,000 mile fireball.

OOC: still would have survived reentry, and really im just trying to make the thread intresting by playing on what u said earlier about information on ure computer that couldnt fall in to foreign hands, well now it has, so what u gonna do about it, and thus the thread pics up even more pace then a starfleet battle.

OOC: still would have survived reentry, and really im just trying to make the thread intresting by playing on what u said earlier about information on ure computer that couldnt fall in to foreign hands, well now it has, so what u gonna do about it, and thus the thread pics up even more pace then a starfleet battle.

OCC it would not have survived. the blast from the reactor at the ceter were the ship was, had a temp of at least a star. plus the radiation would have made it very bad for you to pick up even if it did make it through that.It would be follish to make data device that could with stand that, espeaily on that contains top secret info. its like making an unshreadible document.

The three men looked at each other. Then they looked at Czin. Then at the Sentients. Then at the slaves. Then at each other again.

"WOOO!" Said the First Mate.

The three men grabbed each other and started jumping around with joy, dancing with each other and saying shouts of "We're not gonna die!" And whatnot. Remember they were forced to come down here and now there being treated like Kings. They accepted the praise and smiled and whatnot. As the Marines spoke with the Coults, the First Mate decided it was time to ask questions.

"Mr. Czin..." He asked humbly. "See, I was stuck in an escape pod for awhile. So I don't know what happened. Is my ship still there? What's going on?"

Harrison Ford

Harrison, dressed in his white Admiral's uniform, climbed down the shuttle. He looked around, impressed with his surroundings. He then spotted Hendronn, who obviously looked different from the others. He smiled and strutted, yes strutted, towards him. He had a large grin on his face. Then when he approached him.

"You! You're the on that helped us. If it wasn't for you we would've lost more men then needed. Thank you for the help against that Super Star Destroyer. They're the reason the Ministry had to upgrade in the first place, I guess these nuclear weapons are useful..." He paused. "Oh my name is Harrison Ford, I lead the fleet you see outside."

He chuckled. "So who are you?"

(Tars, the ship has gone boom. The records are no more. Lyon, the repair ships could still be picked off by Aralonia or Whyatica. Not me, I'm on the other side... )

OCC: if you realy must know. it holds the name of the person who really shot JFK. I will tell you.

It was Bigfoot who was then abducted by aliens and thown into a black hole.

OOC: whatever, its just a plot twist, its not like this thread has any relevance to the game. were just roleplaying, ure making it sound like im gonna make you lose the game and conquer your country.

OOC:look ship go boom, wreckage and shrapnel rocket away. Computer because of its hard casing gets rocketed planet side. Its fried but salvagable, so is he gonna let me get away with vital info about is infostructure, or is he gonna try to take it back.

OCC It really contains vital info such as fleet movements, the defenes of my planet, and other important things. Well right now i am thinking about coming back with almost full force to get that thing back.

The 7 rushed hard back to their ships. They had originally been sent to observe, but this was just too good a find to pass up. Only three more miles.

OOC:Lyon, I would shoot at your repair yards if you tried. If you want to roleplay trying to get your repair yards through, go ahead, but I'll shoot at them.

In orbit around Lyon 3
A fleet was gathering to avenge the losses of the last battle.

175 ships gathered preparing to jump back to avenge their fallen brothers.

1 Liberty class star Dreadnaught
1 Executor-class Star Dreadnought
6 General Sherman class Heavy Battleship
34 Imperial II-class Star Destroyers
8 Endurance-class fleet carriers
50 Hapes Nova Battle Cruisers
75 CC-9600 frigates
total ships 175 ships

"We go now to avenge our fallen brothers and reclaim our honnor!" Grand Admiral Tarrkin said over the fleet com system.

The ships jumped in system the General Shermans targeted the TCG fleet, while the majority of the fleet moved to crush the other forces in system. thousands of fighters launched, including 800 of the new gunships. However this was a cover, a group of frigates laoded with troops were mving toward the planettrying to achive the real reason they came back, to get a harddrive that made it planetside from the Executor.

The General Shermans fired all of their guns for 5 minutes stright followed up by a salvo of 120,000 missiles.

The engines of the Frigates could be heard. Their psyonic abilities could pic up the sound of them while still in space. "HURRY YOUR ASSES UP" The 7 pressed harder. Their destination was in site. Only half a mile to go and they could get to their ships.

Commander Jason, who led the frigate group, was standing on his bridge.

"Sir, we have found the ship and our scanners are tracking the team of seven."

"Good. when they get to the ship target it with all guns and vaporize it. Then land ground teams to search the wreckage."

"Roger, that sir."

"Now we wait."


In the space around the planet..

Anla`Shok Delenn
"Welcome, Admiral Ford, to the Delenn. I am Alyt Hedronn ra Shaibar'nik of the Anla`shok. We can roughly be translated into 'the Rangers' in your language, and an explanation of that will come late--" Hedronn said as the ship shook from the fire of the new Lyon ships.

Hedronn ran to the communicator on the wall, pressed it, and said, "Bridge, what the hell is going on?"

"Hedronn, the Lyon fleet has returned, they are attacking us, the Cassiopeians, and the Hiigarans." the first officer said as the ship continued to shake.

"Open fire on the Lyonites, I am going to the combat bridge with Admiral Ford. Make sure the Hiigaran shuttle is secured, bring two guards to their shuttle and escort their Captain to the combat bridge. Send a call to the..Yedor, John Sheridan, and White Star Four, they're relatively close to this area." Hedronn yelled into the communicator while looking at Admiral Ford.

"Aye, sir. Main batteries engaging now." the first officer said clearly through the communicator.

"Admiral Ford, I believe our friends are back now. I am going to take you to the combat bridge so you can assist in the tactics for this battle. Now, after me, we need to run." Hedronn said that, and began to run to the lift, holding it open for Ford so they could head to the centre of the ship, and the combat bridge.

The lift shot up the ship at speeds that made the inertial compensators strain, and that sinking feeling entered Hedronn again. He had forgotten to have a word with the engineers on his way down, but it was too late now. The lift doors opened, and Ford and Hedronn exited the lift, running for the combat bridge. As the pair entered, Ford would see the great combat bridge projection, showing the Cassiopeian ships under fire, and the Delenn moving to respond. The Hiigarans had not responded to this yet, and an automated threat warning had been sent to the Hiigaran vessel. Hedronn took his standard position in the higher section of the combat bridge, overlooking the battlefield.

"Open fire using all main guns spread across their frigate line. Fire the secondary guns as well, two secondaries to each frigate. Launch missiles, dispersion patteron delta-four, use the one-fifties. Call for reinforcements, we should have reinforcements here in roughly twenty minutes in best situation. Attempt to establish a command link with the Cassiopeians and the Hiigarans, we can try to command them from here."

"Yes, sir. Main guns firing now."

The mighty gravitic neutron cannons of the Sharlin opened fire in anger once again, the fire spread across the frigate line of the Lyons. Secondary guns, such as the gravitic fusion beam, switched to wide-beam dispersal mode and raked across the front-lines, delivering punishing firepower in a wider scatter to affect the most ships possible. Point-defense guns engaged the fighters, with enough firepower per gun to annihilate fighters in one single blast. Missiles leapt out of the tubes, four at a time, spreading themselves throughout the frigate line, soon to explode and deliver their energy as well..

OOC: theres 7 Valkary fighters, if youve seen macross u know what those are. and they were cloaked but what ever.


Draconis punched code into his armband, and so did the other 7. The ships on board computers responded and the 7 valkaries decloaked and activated their shields. "Get on board your ships hurry."

Kula in all her smartassness spoke up "yeah we know sir" The 7 ran aboard their respective fighters. and started up their engines.

51 of the frigates were destroyed.

The gunships started firing their main guns at the ship with 4 60 inch rail guns, and 16 24 inch rail guns for each gunship. The fighters covered the gunships targeting the incoming fighters. The fleet opened fire while the Liberty class SSD charged its superlaser. The ISDs fired their main turbolaser batteries at the ship.

The Admiral dropped his jaw. "What?! More?! They want some more?! Ensign plan to hyperdrive towards the following coordinates."

The Ensign raised his brow. "What?!"

The fleet suddenly dissappeared! The missiles flying towards the netheregions of space due to the trick, of course, the fleet didn't appear to be anywhere then... what?! They were over the Whyatican ship! Of course they had some explaining to do later but no matter. The Admiral sighed a breath of relief as the missiles and beams went nowhere. He then got hard. "The Grand Admiral is in the ship we're over, launch all fighters! We're gonna have to deal with those gunships again. All ships fire your missiles towards the frigates, we can do it again we'll just need a little help."

Another Ensign ran towards him. "Sir, we lost another five frigates in the jump. "

"Blah..."

To: 1st-10th BattleFleet
From: 3rd Cassiopeian Fleet

HELP US AGGGH!!!! HELP US FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD HELP US.

Then a familiar voice. "This is Grand Admiral Harrison Ford. Thank you Admiral, that was good. I'm commanding from the Whyatican ship. Just follow my orders okay? Fleet stay together, frigates open fire on those gunships."

And opened fire they did, their beams of light doing majesty and whatnot.

OOC:Not EVEN saying anything about your wanktastic gunships with impossibly sized guns, but 15 frigates? That's a little on the low side, seeing as TCG took out like 40 on his first salvo. This is getting rather annoying.

The frigates in orbit fired with all guns before they could take off. They launched fighters totake them down if they survived.

Commander Jason was preparing for the good news in his cabin.

Meanwhile in orbit, the Liberty's superlaser was at full strength and it fired at the Delenn.

OOC:Not EVEN saying anything about your wanktastic gunships with impossibly sized guns, but 15 frigates? That's a little on the low side, seeing as TCG took out like 40 on his first salvo. This is getting rather annoying.


OCC i meant 51 and i fixed it.

The 7 Valkaries took a pounding. But all survived. "Sir my hyperdrive is inactive."

Draconis hit his seat. "sending subspace message to tarsonis for pic up. most likely their coming for us. Switch into combat mode."

The 7 valkaries switched into combat mode, changing into humanoid shapes with beam rifles.

"be ready for anything."

(Don't ignore my posts, agh! I'm RPing correctly.)

"They survived!"

"Fire a nuke at the target. Make it 120 megaton bomb."

A missile fired from the tubes and streaked tward the planet.

Combat Bridge, Delenn
On the 3D projection, Hedronn saw the charging on the Liberty's prow, and he yelled at the jump-point operators, "Defense plan gamma-nine, execute..." he waited until the green ball became a cohesive beam, "NOW!"

Outside the vessel, the superlaser met one of the few Minbari defenses that could match it - The jump point generator. The Delenn's jump engines, already charged, threw up a blue vortex in front of it, but this time facing away. Nothing could get through the jump point to touch the ship, however, the recharge rate of the jump engines meant this was impractical as an end-all defense. It worked, though, as Delenn survived and continued to fire.

"We have destroyed the frigate line, for the most part. Concentrate main gun fire on the battlecruisers and Star Destroyers, secondaries are to engage the remaining frigates. Interceptor gun fire is to destroy as many gunships as possible before the Nials launch, I've recieved word that the John Sheridan and White Star Four will be in-system briefly. Launch another missile salvo, direct it at the centre of their formation, use the two hundreds this time, spread pattern gamma six."

As Hedronn finished his latest batch of commands, one of their reinforcements arrived, the White Star Four. Hedronn pressed a button near his command console, pointed a tightbeam communication at WS4, and said, "Link your command system with ours, I'm in command of this battle." White Star Four responded affirmatively, and Hedronn yelled, "WS4 main gun fire at the Star Destroyers, secondaries at the gunships."

White Star Four carried out these orders to precision, the large quantum-gravitic neutron main gun firing beams of yellow neutron fury at an unlucky Star Destroyer. She entered the fray against the gunships, being classed as a Monitor, she was much better at engagements against smaller vessels like fighters and gunships than true anti-capital warfare.

Delenn kept the punishing fire against the Star Destroyers, and there was one more vessel inbound soon, the John Sheridan, a ship that would catch the Lyons in a pincer that could destroy the last vestiges of their fleet, opening their homeworld for invasion..

Blasts of raw energy surged up from the world as the arrays of singularity weapons continued to fire against the malicious invading fleet and their nuclear weaponry. The devotees of Shok, the Goddess of the Storm hurtled forth in glorious combat; their vessels hurling forth what technology the Cuotl had to mount their own defence. Death Spheres emerged from the atmosphere, the howling might of a caged singulairty at their hearts, surging forth in deadly arrays of lightning.

There was one weapon which the Gods of Aio had not yet dared to use, one which would bring the full might of the Cuotl once again to the stars...

Czin turned to regard the strangers. As I understand it, your chariot stands still, alive against the onslaught of the enemy. But they bring many more, the skies are alive with Fire....There is one thing which could bring you again to the Stars. Would you sacrifice with me? Would you endure the trial of the City of Vengeance, and punish our enemies?

The Devastator was hit by WS4's shot and it was destroyed The rest of the enemy salvo destroyed 7 SDs, and another 10 frigates.

"Have the Liberty fire a salvo from its ion cannons."

The Liberty fired its 3,500 ion cannons at the Delenn. It followed up with a salvo of its 6,500 tubolasers however mostof them were aimed at the TCG fleet.

OOC:Dude..Respond to TCG!

OCC:I did. he destroyed part of the frigates. i should have said that.

IC:

"Incoming ground fire!"

"Have the Generals flyover the planet firing mssiles."

"We just lost 2 of the friagtes in orbit around the planet!"

a pair of theGneral Sherman's flew over the planet and fired 4 500 megaton nukes at the planet.They then joined up with the rest of the fleet and started fring on the TCG ships with their rail guns and missiles again, but this time they fired every single 500 megaton missile they had left and the rest of their main missile batteries.

OOC: I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not willing to have my world suffer like that. I am, however, in a terribly vicious mood, and shall swiftly proceed to spank you for your noobish transgressions upon my domain. Also; reply to my earlier attacks

Not a single nuclear weapon touched the hallowed surface of Aio as an immense shield seemed to flare into existence, blinding like the sun, scathing the very skies in its brightness. Each and every facet of Cuotl civilisation shut down, power diverted from the countless reactor facilities across the world to sustain the immense shield.

Entire battalions of Sentinals were escorted towards the immense, whirling construct that had torn itself free from the ground beneath the main temple, immense beyond fathoming, a ship in its own right.

Czin let it take him, let himself become a part of it, Death Spheres circling about it, energy cascading about the immense City of Vengeance, the twin singularities at its core forcing it to rise into the air.

Come, sons of the Stars. Ride the winds with me, once more.

Slowly, it began to rise, hovering, but once the Cassiopeians were upon it, it would rise, the shield, already blazing with the countless flames of nuclear fire, would fall, and the might of the City would join with its brother vessels in the air, to bring death and damnation to the Enemy.

OOC: I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not willing to have my world suffer like that. I am, however, in a terribly vicious mood, and shall swiftly proceed to spank you for your noobish transgressions upon my domain. Also; reply to my earlier attacks

OCC: thats godmoding you have to accept that this happens sure if it were me i would be sad about it, but i would accept and and RP as a group of my surviving population and move on. And if you can not accept then you are a godmodding noob.

OOC:I have news for you; a 500 MT nuke could destroy his entire civilization. He doesn't want that, let him be, he doesn't want to lose his entire civilization. Keep shooting at the shield and it'll go down eventually..

"Ah ha!" Harrison said with glee. "The frigates have been destroyed! They have been destroyed!"

He then saw red dots approaching fast, missiles. "Agh! No! We lost twenty frigates, our cruisers are open!" He shouted. "All ships, shoot them down shoot them down!!! Let the fighters take down the gunships, we outnumber them heavily. Oy, where's the backup..."

All of a sudden, it came. You may begin to play the patriotic Starfox music, ten BattleFleets, 250 ships, came out of hyperspace. Battleships, cruisers, frigates. Hundreds of them! And where did they appear? Right on top of the enemy fleet. Shouts of "Hey need a little help?" And "Oooh, time to kill!" Came from the Admirals. This made Harrison a very very happy man.

He cackled. "Power, death, and destruction at my command!" He had the look of bloodlust on him. "FIRE! FIRE ON ALL THOSE DAGGERS. FIRE ON THE SSDs, FIRE ON THE ISDs, FIRE ON THAT STUPID FLAGSHIP. AIM FOR THE BRIDGES. I, WILL, NOT, LOSE!!!!"

The fleet did as such. Hundreds upon hundreds of missiles fell on the daggers of doom. And since they were so close, the frigates took the chance to get in the fun, firing in their PDS lasers on nearby ships. The fighters did not launch though, they weren't needed this time. The Grand Admiral smirked. "Ah ha ha ha! You think you can mess with the Commonwealth?! No! I have a special order..."

On all the enemy ships an old song could be heard. "Dirty deeds, DONE DIRT CHEAP. Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap..." Yes folks, it was that AC/DC classic.

Harrison was having his day in the sun. He then looked at the Whyatican Admiral. He had the look of evil on him. "I like you..."

OOC:I have news for you; a 500 MT nuke could destroy his entire civilization. He doesn't want that, let him be, he doesn't want to lose his entire civilization. Keep shooting at the shield and it'll go down eventually..

OCC: have you ever conquered anybody? if so did you destroy all figues of their former regime, and culture?

IC:

"Lets get out of here! Jump to home and prepare to defend the planet!"

The entire fleet jumped away and arrived home in a matter of hours.

OOC: Sort of a difference between that and leaving nothing but an irradiated rock. Accept my changes, and deal with it, or retract both your wanktastically armed fleet and your undeserved arrogance from my thread. I am not just some newbie you can push around. I am determined and I am steadfast. And I will not be obliterated by a fool in my own intro.

Orca raised his brow. "I see... so there is currently a battle going on? I guess we're winning because I'm not dead yet. I'm sorry Czin, but I don't understand. What enemies? What sacrafices? My people are an isolationist and peaceful people. I mean, yah we have a Navy but... it's only there for errr.... defense. But I guess we're good at attacks too."


He paused and looked at the Marines. "Can the come?"

(Now back to peaceful character RP :) )

OOC:Yes, I have conquered people. I didn't exterminate them. I integrated them into my territory, or when they surrendered, I plundered their nation of resources and left. Btw, I bring your attention to this thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11372875

On the combat bridge, Hedrann saw the thousands of ion bolts scorching the void, heading to his vessel.

"Evasive patterns Hedrann-two-five. Continue firing."

The Delenn began to aggressively move out of the way, keeping up the fire. Some of the ion bolts splashed against the shields, though, and part of the energy leaked through the shielding to impact the fourth Gravitic Neutron cannon on the side of the vessel. In the gunnery room, sparks flew as circuitry overloaded and fuses blew, taking out consoles and preventing operation of that gun.

A master gunner pushed his communicator and said, "Gunnery to bridge, GNC4 is out of commission, we're attempting to bring it online but until then it's gone."

"Recieved, gunnery, the enemy fleet is retreating."

(continued in this thread. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11372875))

OOC: a better description of the valk would be that it switched from fighter mode, so like a starfighter, to mobile suit mode, like a gundam.

IC: Kast's sensors went beserk. "INCOMING"

Hunters voice responded, "WHat is it?"

"its a hundred, make that 120 mega ton missile."

Draconis responded. "I got it"
He changed his beam rifles setting to disable ion.

He turned to the sky and waited for the missile to be in range.

A red circle showed up on his screen and he got the locked on tone.

"Ive got tone." "Firing"

THe blue ion blast launched from his beam rifle. He followed up with two more shots. The first missed but the seccond and third hit and the systems of teh missile were disabled, disarming the warhead. The bomb smashed harmlessly in to the ground at their feet.

"HAHA NICE SHOT"

"yeah lets get out of here."

The seven headed for space but were weary of more missiles and incoming fighters.

Kast had plugged the harddrive into his ships computer. "HOLY SHIT!"
"What Kast?" Draconis replied.

"I hacked into the Hardrive, ive got Planetary shield codes, Frequency codes, ship movements, everything."

"So where are ships so we can avoid them."

"Um their being invaded currently, so were free and clear. However, its likely theyll be annihalated. THree fleets on one. Thats hardly fair."

Draconis opened subspace com to Korhal. "Wheres our pic up."
IT should be entering your space now Drake.

Horsemen, this is the Tigerclaw, your chariot has arrived.

Draconis laughed, "good to hear Valco. Horsemen dock in the carriar bay."

The UltimaX carriar, a 2 KM long ship, that could hold 3000 Wraith fighters eaily, with room to spair, decloaked. The 7 horsemen switched into Fighter mode and docked in the hanger.

Draconis went to the bridge. "I need a com again."
The system operator opened com. "Com up sir"

"Command, the Lyon system is under attack, are we able to intervene?"

Negative Drake, our forces are currently Deployed to Kolna, Droma's mobilized.

"Shit."
We are unable to aid these people. Hopefully someone else will.

"DAMNIT!"

shields are failing sire divert energy from the z.p.m to give them a boost
fire back ''aye sir''
the sentail fleet is 3 hours away sir

OOC: Hm, guess this is over then, and no feast

OOC: Hm, guess this is over then, and no feast

I'm still here. Sorry I missed two wars, but you guys didn't give me a chance to reply. I've had work and school, so my schedules been full up. Gimme time and we can do this feast too.