NationStates Jolt Archive

Fleet Admiral Craimorn paced upon the bridge of the newely refited R.S.S. Redemption, formerly the H.S.S. Aphotic. He waited nervously, lifting his arm to look at an old digital watch he aquired quite some time ago. Now was the beginning of the alliance's attempt to nock out some of the Empire's internal structure.

*Beep. Beep. Beep.* The ensign at the comm station on the Redemption picked his head up quickly after the red light began to sound and blink. He pushed a few buttons, but no sound came out. It was a wired message.

"Admiral, Jorrus has just contacted us. We're ready to attack Talais."

"The forge world?"

"Correct sir."

"Contact the Dornalian governemnt, and the Abh Empire. Have the New Dornalians attack Quiwack, and the Abhs Crothick. Oh, and make sure they get the coordinates."

"Aye admiral. Sending an automated message."

Craimorn turned to the helmsmen, "Helm, bring the Drive's on line and jump to the Necrominus. Have the rest of the fleet available. Is General Verneal ready yet?"

"Aye sir," the comm officer reported, "He just signaled the Ok to go."

"Raise shields. Go to Red Alert. Engage."

The Redemption slowly came about to it's targeted coordinates, and it's engines lit up and was gone, as was the rest of the fleet which soon followed it.

OOC:

EDIT: Reminder for who's participating:
The Alliance, Humankind Abh, New Dornalia, The Empire, Chronosia, and Relative Liberty.


The Fleets for each planet:

1) Fleet Admiral Craimorn:
1 Aphotic Class Super Star Destroyer Refit
20 Nebulon Class Battlecruisers
100 Torpetoe Class Frigates
200 Penetrator Class Frigates
50 Nebula Class Corvettes
29 Angel Class Cruisers

2) General Verneal:
1 Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyer Refit
49 Reverent Class Attack Cruisers
50 Nebulon Class Battlecruisers
100 Torpetoe Class Frigates
20 Andromeda Class Cruiser Refits
80 Penetrator Class Frigates

3) Supreme Councilor Jorrus
1 Andromeda Class Cruiser Refit (command ship)
100 Nebula Class Corvettes
50 Angel Class Cruisers
50 Penetrator Class Frigates
99 Torpetoe Frigates

The Libertarian 1st Expeditionary Force had been heavily decimated in the battle of Aritash, and had set course for the forge world of Talais to repair their damaged vessels before facing the enemy on the field of battle once again. Now it seemed as though the rebellious enemy had taken the fight to them.

Slugging through hyperspace, the wounded battleships towed by battlecruisers and the like, they had arrived at Talais mere minutes before the Alliance fleet dropped out of hyperspace. The fleet scrambled to combat readiness, the escort crafts fanning out to form a protective curtain between the enemy formation and the Libertarian capital ships.
On the bridge of the Abomination Blood-Fang was issuing his orders, preparing to face the enemy onslaught.
''Missile cruisers behind us!'' he ordered, ''Battlecruisers, protect the portside flank, heavy cruisers to starboard! Battleships, form up in battle formation, remaining two ships to me! Frigates split in two groups. Alpha monitor the enemy while Beta jam their communication. Invasion Carriers, begin deployment of troops at once! Carriers, deploy all fighters to cover them! Brace yourself!''
The fleet formed up in a defensive formation around the invasion carriers, who now hurried to launch the dropships. The ground complement of the 1st Expeditionary was 1000 000 troops, though the limited number of invasion carriers meant that only 150 000 could be carried at any given time. That particualr problem would be solved when forces were freed from the ongoing conquest of the outer worlds of Libertarian space. Dropship after dropship surged towards the surface, heat shields glowing red hot as they entered the atmosphere. On board each ship Hawk class were 200 troops, who would set up a temporary base until all troops had been deployed. Spreading out to clear the drop zone, the first two hundred soldiers established a crude perimeter between the large buidlings, meltworks and refineries on the surface. Machine guns were mounted to cover roads, and alleys and a temporary command tent and artillery group were set up in the middle of a square. Scouts were sent to map possible hostile approaches as well as contact the local government.

''Huntaerian defence forces of Gritisha, this is Admiral Blood-Fang of the Libertarian 1st Expeditionary. We are your allies in this conflict. A rebel fleet has been sighted dropping out of hyperspace. My forces are decimated and in need of repairs, and we require your assistance if we are to repel the attack. We are deploying ground forces, though it will take a few hour to deploy them all. We request that whatever ships you have are dispatched to cover the ladning troops.''


OOC:
Fleet:
38 BB (all having received moderat eto serious damage, about half of them have low or zero power on main thrusters)
6 BC (1 heavily damaged)
15 Invasion CV
10 CV
26 CA
850 escoret crafts (CL, FF, DD)
7380 fighters

Army:
150 000 troops
Armoured support (mainly SPGs and tanks. Some light tanks and walkers)
Artillery support (howitzers, guns, mortars and heavy weapons platforms)

OOC: Stats:

"Abraham Lincoln Brigade- 1st Fleet- General Sherman"

OOC: All of these ships have been given ND weapons and tech. All ships also come with accompanying fighters, volunteer Infantry, Kroot/Kol'Tssein Mercenaries.

X1 Super Star Destroyer (NDS Christopher Walken)
X4 Interdictor Star Destroyers
X8 Imperator Star Destroyers
X4 Dominator Star Destroyers
X16 Enforcer Star Destroyers
X28 Nebulon B figates
X28 Strike Cruisers
X28 Corellian CR90 Corvettes
X8 Imperial escort Carriers
x12 Lin Biao II Heavy Cruiser
x12 Deng Xiaoping Battlecruiser

"AB Brigade- 2nd Fleet (From Terran Socialist Republic)-Robert Gould Shaw Force"

5 Mao Zedong IIa Battleships
10 Mao Zedong III Battleships
5 Prochkhorovka I Carriers
10 Prochkhorovka II Carriers
10 Lin Biao Heavy Cruisers

AL Brigade 3rd Force (Sojourner Truth Force)

10 Mao Zedong IIa Battleships
10 Mao Zedong III Battleships
10 Prochkhorovka I Carriers
10 Prochkhorovka II Carriers

AL brigade 4th force (Frederick Douglass Force)

10 Mao Zedong IIa Battleships
10 Mao Zedong III Battleships
10 Prochkhorovka I Carriers
10 Prochkhorovka II Carriers

IC:

The Battle of Aritash, though a vital one for the Abe Lincolns, had been bloody. Many personnel were injured, and much of the numbers of the Lincolns had been destroyed....only a lull in the fighting and a chance to rebuild, reorganize and reequip their forces put them back to full strength.

Now, the call had gone out from the Huntarian Alliance to assault Quiwack as part of a general offensive against the counterrevolutionary Kirtir. Their Liberatarian allies had suffered greatly at their hands when they tried to stop them--there was no fighting the revolution. Now, the Huntarians woud feel the burn.

As Admiral Yu was still in a coma, the Christopher Walken's Gracie unit was still in command of the fleet. She ordered the fleet to move out, maintaining a wide formation that resembled a net as she had them enter warp....

Admiral Bebaus had taken Trife's place in patrolling Huntarian controlled space and acting as a defense should the Empire wish to regain what the Alliance was claiming as its own. Orders had run through the grapevine all the way up to Chief of Staff Nafie, Nareece's twin brother.

"Dear brother, it seems we have our orders from the commander of the Alliance. We've been given a system to attack and claim."

Nareece sat in a cushioned lounge chair viewing art through his tiarra. "Are they worthy of our magnificant fleet, Nafie?"

Nafie's eyes fell to the glass readout in his hands. "Well we do get the privallege of attacking a system on our own. So it would seem that the Alliance has confidence in us."

His eyes were still closed while his head rested in his palm. "Of course they do. Now, call up the reserves that we have on standby at our nearest outpost. They should be in here within the hour."

"Right away."

Ships began to mobilize with crews running to their posts and pilots manning their fighters. A far off naval post was a stir with activity while they launched into Hyperspace and Bebaus's fleet moved into position.

Rear Admiral Frishkill dressed into her night gown. It has been a long day for her, inspecting the new technology which was installed on her Tie Class Carrier and on the Tyrant. Not to long ago, she was engaged in combat with the New Dornalians in New Leningrad. Now, her fleet as well as part of Lord Dominkive's fleet. She sighed to herself as she layed down to bed. She hated inspections. What she did like, however, was a good shut eye.

Just seconds after she closed her eyes, her intercom rudely interrupted her beauty sleet, then the ever so annoying alarms went off all around the station. Thoroughly pissed, she slamed her hand on the intercom's reciever. I think I broke a nail... "What is it this time!?"

"Admiral, we've recieved reports of the Alliance comming out of the Necrominus just outside sector 230."

She immediatly woke up after that statement, "That's here!"

"Correct."

"Where's Dominkive?"

"He's currently staioned at Quiwack. As is half of the functioning fleet."

"Fuck! Shit!"

"Ma'am?"

"Nevermind that. Get the whole system on Red Alert status. Prepair for a full strike."

"Wha--"

"No questions damn it! Just raise Talais's planetary shields and activate the M.L.S.S.! I'll be on my ship in less than thirty minutes." Now I have to get properly dressed....

"Correct."

"Where's Dominkive?"

"He's currently staioned at Quiwack. As is half of the functioning fleet."


The Abe Lincolns warped in near Quiwack, and began moving in, rearranging themselves in a series of boxlike formations as they moved on their prey...they began scanning for the enemy formation and armed their Antimatter torpedoes and Super Warp Cannons for the battle ahead. This would be a dangerous battle.

The Acolytes and the Marines onboard prepped their weapons and lightsabers, and last minute meditations could be detected amongst the Acolytes, to prepare themselves for the fight ahead.

EDIT: Edited for clarity, and detail.

The swirling gateway of hyperspace opened around the Abh fleet as the reinforcements arrived along with a full fighter escort from the newly formed clone units. Fighters formed up as the fleet moved into position tearing through space to their target of Crothick. The vast majority of the reinforcements were remotes but there were also destroyers and attack vessels among them giving a well balanced and sizeable force.

"Give the order Nafie. Our fleet is heading to Crothick to deal with the enemy. I don't want any stragglers."

"Yes brother."

The Abh fleet pivoted and tore into Hyperspace racing through the dimensions to Crothick.

The Abe Lincolns warped in near Quiwack, and began moving in, rearranging themselves in a series of boxlike formations as they moved on their prey...they began scanning for the enemy formation and armed their Antimatter torpedoes and Super Warp Cannons for the battle ahead. This would be a dangerous battle.

The Acolytes and the Marines onboard prepped their weapons and lightsabers, and last minute meditations could be detected amongst the Acolytes, to prepare themselves for the fight ahead.

EDIT: Edited for clarity, and detail.


An eye opened. It staired at a wall for quite some time before it moved upward along with the rest of it's body. Lord Dominkive just woke up from his meditation period and, durring his journey, he discovered something disturbing. The New Dornalians were comming in. Having just fought them in New Leningrad, he had an idea what they were up against. This time though, they had the upper hand. They have all of their ships fully upgradable. No transporting into their ships this time. No easy damages for their Demolisher Cannons for most of the ships were upgraded with the new M(ulti)L(ayered)S(shielding)S(system).

He knew that the battle ahead will be long, but victory would be inevidable. Or so he would think.

Dominkie pushed the intercomm button in his private chambers, "All hands, red alert. Raise shields and fire up the turbolasers and torpetoe launchers. Chage the Axiel lasers," he then proceded towards the bridge.

An eye opened. It staired at a wall for quite some time before it moved upward along with the rest of it's body. Lord Dominkive just woke up from his meditation period and, durring his journey, he discovered something disturbing. The New Dornalians were comming in. Having just fought them in New Leningrad, he had an idea what they were up against. This time though, they had the upper hand. They have all of their ships fully upgradable. No transporting into their ships this time. No easy damages for their Demolisher Cannons for most of the ships were upgraded with the new M(ulti)L(ayered)S(shielding)S(system).

He knew that the battle ahead will be long, but victory would be inevidable. Or so he would think.

Dominkie pushed the intercomm button in his private chambers, "All hands, red alert. Raise shields and fire up the turbolasers and torpetoe launchers. Chage the Axiel lasers," he then proceded towards the bridge.

Gracie, with her typical girlish glee, replied to the Weapons Officer's cry of "Incoming fire!" with "Raise shields and abblative armor! IT'S SHOWTIME!!!"

They took the incoming fire with ease, their temporal shields working their magic. Meanwhile, Gracie issued an allcall to the fleet, saying with so much spunk it hurt, "All ships, fire Super Warp Cannons at their command vessel, and Weapons, charge the Walken's D3G. And fire a spread of singularity torpedoes, 50 strong and antimatter torps, 50 strong, into their ranks, remote detonate the singularities all at once."

The order was obeyed, a wave of Super Warp Cannon fire were aimed at the commanding vessel, all of the ships that had Super Warp Cannons disgorging their fire all at once. Meanwhile, a wave of 50 singularity torpedoes and 50 antimatter torpedoes flew into their ranks, the 50 antimatter torps slamming into the ranks of enemy vessels and the singularity torps detonated remotely when they got into the enemy lines...

Dominkive was in his meditation chambers onboard the Tyrant, the ship lent to him by Lord Vorman for the assault on the New Dornalian front of New Leningrad. After making a strategic retreat from the Dornalian front line, he and the admiral thought it was best to retreat to an are which would allow them to upgrade their weaponery.

The Kirtir Lord was in the middle of his meditation period when he felt a disturbance enter the system. It was one he recognised and found very disturbing. It appears that the New Dornalians had arrived and began to attack the local forge world.

Then something else caught his attention.

The swirling gateway of hyperspace opened around the Abh fleet as the reinforcements arrived along with a full fighter escort from the newly formed clone units. Fighters formed up as the fleet moved into position tearing through space to their target of Crothick. The vast majority of the reinforcements were remotes but there were also destroyers and attack vessels among them giving a well balanced and sizeable force.

"Give the order Nafie. Our fleet is heading to Crothick to deal with the enemy. I don't want any stragglers."

"Yes brother."

The Abh fleet pivoted and tore into Hyperspace racing through the dimensions to Crothick.

Just as he began to sence this new presence, his door chime sounded and opened by the tactical officer,"My Lord! We're being attacked by the Alliance and the Abh Empire!"

"Thats who I'm sensing... Red alet. Raise shields and prepair to attack. Charge up the Axiel cannon and turbolasers. Prepair for an assault."

OOC: I'm embarassed to say that I forgot to check this thread after you reminded me about it. I'm sorry this took SO LONG to reply to.

IC:
A blue swirling vortex appeared within the Crothick System as the flagship Sankau exited all by itself though this would only be a brief introduction as suddenly more jump gates formed alongside. Fighters formed up around the flagship while Rambirds shimmered into existance out around the flanks. Victory Class Destroyers, Whitestars, and Roth-class Patrolships took up front point. Behind the fleet, five artillery ships slowed to a hault and began preparing for their first volley. Energy hummed throughout the ships as torpedoes were sent down the line and loaded into launchers. Silos pulled back armored doors until the ships looked like a giant wedge of swiss cheese with all the holes.

The frontline stopped about a kilometer from the flagship as the destroyers fell back a bit to let the smaller more agile ships take the lead. Admiral Bebaus stepped out from his comfortable chair and looked down at the tactical hologpraphic display (THD) as it flared to life showing every ship in the area and their general formation. He smiled slightly while looking out over the vastness of space. A beautiful sight to behold with every ship on the verge of battle and destruction. The cusp where everyone was about to plummet over the edge into the swirl of chaos and order. His command saber rang out as it cleared the sheath. "Status report."

"Artillery ships have completed preparation. Rambirds have taken up position on our flanks and are awaiting targets. Frontline is in position and waiting for orders."

Nafie sat down in his chair and watched as his brother became more dramatic. "And what are your orders dear brother?"

"Demand their surrender of course."

Nafie's head moved slightly above the fist it had been resting on. "You are one for theatrics though I suppose you have a point. Communication chief, send a message."

"Yes sir."

To all forces in the Crothick System:
The forces of the Abh Empire are here to demand your surrender as this system is being reclaimed for the Alliance. All ships are to power down and crews are to disembark. All shields are to be lowered. Compliance with these orders will see to an efficient and comfortable change of hands for control.

(Again, really sorry. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for it)

To all forces in the Crothick System:
The forces of the Abh Empire are here to demand your surrender as this system is being reclaimed for the Alliance. All ships are to power down and crews are to disembark. All shields are to be lowered. Compliance with these orders will see to an efficient and comfortable change of hands for control.

Kirtir Master Yussalami woke up from his meditation to find his intercomm beeping, "Yes?"

"Master, the Abh Empire has entered the system along with the Alliance and the New Dornalians."

"New Dornalians? What did they follow us here?"

"Negative. It would appear they got coordinates from the Alliance."

"Huh."

"Sir, we could easily out maneuver and gun the Abhs and Alliance. Might I recomend we assault?"

"No commander. I have something more... Sinister in mind. We surrender."

"WHAT!?"

"I'll explain everything once I come to the command center."

"Aye sir...."

Gracie, with her typical girlish glee, replied to the Weapons Officer's cry of "Incoming fire!" with "Raise shields and abblative armor! IT'S SHOWTIME!!!"

They took the incoming fire with ease, their temporal shields working their magic. Meanwhile, Gracie issued an allcall to the fleet, saying with so much spunk it hurt, "All ships, fire Super Warp Cannons at their command vessel, and Weapons, charge the Walken's D3G. And fire a spread of singularity torpedoes, 50 strong and antimatter torps, 50 strong, into their ranks, remote detonate the singularities all at once."

The order was obeyed, a wave of Super Warp Cannon fire were aimed at the commanding vessel, all of the ships that had Super Warp Cannons disgorging their fire all at once. Meanwhile, a wave of 50 singularity torpedoes and 50 antimatter torpedoes flew into their ranks, the 50 antimatter torps slamming into the ranks of enemy vessels and the singularity torps detonated remotely when they got into the enemy lines...

Lord Dominkive's eye's glared as he watched the Super Warp Cannon fire rush towards his ship. He just smiled as they hit their shielding, "Report,"

"Minimal damage. Shields are still holding my lord."

"Excellent. Move the fleet in closer towards the Christopher Walken. I want the Axiel Laser Cannon fully charged by the time we reach the enemy.
Fire a volley of Heavy Turbolaser shots into the enemy fleet. Then I want you to launch all fighters."

"Aye sir. Sending out command."

Lord Dominkive's eye's glared as he watched the Super Warp Cannon fire rush towards his ship. He just smiled as they hit their shielding, "Report,"

"Minimal damage. Shields are still holding my lord."

"Excellent. Move the fleet in closer towards the Christopher Walken. I want the Axiel Laser Cannon fully charged by the time we reach the enemy.
Fire a volley of Heavy Turbolaser shots into the enemy fleet. Then I want you to launch all fighters."

"Aye sir. Sending out command."

Gracie then looked at the mainscreen with horror, as she then asked the Weapons Officer, pouting and fretting: "What happened?! There was supposed to be a kaboom! AN EARTH SHATTERING KABOOM!"

Weapons reported, "Comrade-Admiral, reports indicate enemy forces absorbed initial wave."

He then said, "Ma'am, they're moving in! We are registering hits all over the fleet! Turbolasers! Shields are holding...."

Gracie then looked from side to side--as best as a computer could--and then said, "Um, use missile spam! Yeah! Fire an asston of torpedoes onto them! And fire the D3G at the lead vessel's biggest weapon! Use ECM jamming, and try messing with them using the Force!"

Weapons replied, "Aye, Comrade-Admiral."

Meanwhile, the order was relayed, and before long, a massive flood of torpedoes, some 6,000 conventionals and 1,200 singularities in total, were flung at the enemy, focusing on the Necrosis Star Destroyers, while they also fired the formidable Duplex Drive Deomisher Gun onto Lord Dominikive's ship. Equivalent in power to the Huntarian Axial Laser, it was sure to do something....

Meanwhile, the Abe Lincolns also deployed point defenses, mainly swathes of Gauss Minigun fire to take on the new sets of fighters that'd be coming their way, and waves of Marinesko II fighters to cover the fleet. ECM was also deployed, targeted at enemy communications to try and jam them and mess with them, plus Acolytes on the ships began collectively projecting through the Force, loud thoughts, tailored for maximum offensiveness to the Kirtir and meant to distrupt the morale of their crew. For the non-Force users, it meant sending them screams, demonic voices, even bad song covers.

The Abh fleet settled into a gentle pattern and came to a halt. A surrender issue had been delivered to the flagship which came as surprise to many but Nareece seemed to have expected it. This among other things only made his twin brother, Nafie, brother worry more. Nareece's smile was easy but his brother knew it ran deeper. "Ah, don't you see dear brother? They have common sense and rightfully surrendered to a superior force."

Nafie's expression was anything but accomodating. "I think you're completely off your rocker. You seem to have forgotten yourself and who we are fighting. The Sith are notorious for using less than honest methods of winning a battle. If you look at the readouts, there would be no logical way to assume that we have them greatly outnumbered. At the moment it would be a dead even fight. Didn't you even wonder why they surrendered without a fight?"

His smile quickly faded with each accusation replacing it with a cold stare. "Are you saying that I'm stupid, brother?"

"I'm saying to just be careful. For all we know this could be lulling us into a false sense of security. Why not have the fleet stay on alert and send a few ships away from the formation to scout the area? If nothing else, think of your memoirs. It's so boring to hear how easily an enemy surrendered. The great battles are what people want and will make your memoirs sell that much more."

Nareece's expression softened as he started thinking about juicing up his memoirs if a battle did intend to break-out. "You have a point. Alright, I want the fleet to form back up into an offensive stance should the enemy attack. I want a squadron of Gunstars and a few Whitestars to break away from the main fleet and scout out the area for anything suspicious."

"Well look at you. Acting like a real live admiral of the fleet."

"Oh Nafie, contact their commanding officer. We'll discuss the terms of the surrender via communciation link."

"Ah I see you don't trust them either. Consider the demand sent."

The Abh fleet settled into a gentle pattern and came to a halt. A surrender issue had been delivered to the flagship which came as surprise to many but Nareece seemed to have expected it. This among other things only made his twin brother, Nafie, brother worry more. Nareece's smile was easy but his brother knew it ran deeper. "Ah, don't you see dear brother? They have common sense and rightfully surrendered to a superior force."

Nafie's expression was anything but accomodating. "I think you're completely off your rocker. You seem to have forgotten yourself and who we are fighting. The Sith are notorious for using less than honest methods of winning a battle. If you look at the readouts, there would be no logical way to assume that we have them greatly outnumbered. At the moment it would be a dead even fight. Didn't you even wonder why they surrendered without a fight?"

His smile quickly faded with each accusation replacing it with a cold stare. "Are you saying that I'm stupid, brother?"

"I'm saying to just be careful. For all we know this could be lulling us into a false sense of security. Why not have the fleet stay on alert and send a few ships away from the formation to scout the area? If nothing else, think of your memoirs. It's so boring to hear how easily an enemy surrendered. The great battles are what people want and will make your memoirs sell that much more."

Nareece's expression softened as he started thinking about juicing up his memoirs if a battle did intend to break-out. "You have a point. Alright, I want the fleet to form back up into an offensive stance should the enemy attack. I want a squadron of Gunstars and a few Whitestars to break away from the main fleet and scout out the area for anything suspicious."

"Well look at you. Acting like a real live admiral of the fleet."

"Oh Nafie, contact their commanding officer. We'll discuss the terms of the surrender via communciation link."

"Ah I see you don't trust them either. Consider the demand sent."

"It would appear that they've taken the bait my Lord, eventhough they request surrender via communication link. Odd."

"Are you understanding the art of lies yet commander?"

"Not entirely. What conditions do you have in mind my Lord?"

"Oh... Just to allow my troops to get ready for retreat to reinforced lines. Your ships are safe enough to enter the area. Our weapons will be turned off."

"WHAT!?!"

"Just shut up and learn commander. We're not going to have our weapons actually off line perse. Reconfigure the shields to manipulate their sensor readings. And don't ask if that's possible. I'll use a bit of force manipulation too, as will some of the other local Masters. I want pilots in their fighters as soon as the enemy ships arrive and troops to have their weapons ready for war. Everything must be timed on the dot. No mess ups."

"Aye master. Sending out surrender message."


To whom it may concern
From: Master Yussalami
Regarding: Our surrender

We will surrender under the following conditions: That we are to be ready to leave once your ships arrive for inspection. Our weapons will be powered down, and troops will be packed up and ready to go. Once you arrive, and give the order to leave, we shall be ready.

Master Yussalami


OOC: ND, here's the TSD/battleship listing you requested:

Dominkive:
1 Tyrant Class TSD
33 Necrosis Class TSD's
100 Eradicator Class TSD's
32 Armada Class Battlecruisers
166 Armageddon Class Cruisers

Frishkill:
1 TIE Class Fleet Carrier
33 Necrosis Class TSD's
100 Eradicator Class TSD's
32 Armada Class Battlecruisers
166 Armageddon Class Cruisers

Yussalami:
34 Necrosis Class TSD's
100 Eradicator Class TSD's
34 Armada Class Battlecruisers
168 Armageddon Class Cruisers

OOC: Post edited. Thanks!

"Here is their reply message Nareece but I don't think you're going to like it."

Nareece had the message rerouted to his glass panel. His head rested in an open palm while his eyes scanned down the screen. "Interesting. It seems they do not understand the art of surrender. Ooh communications."

"Yes admiral."

"Send this reply."

"Yes sir."

To Master Yussalami:

I have reviewed your conditions for surrender and will now deliver the terms that you will surrender on. You and your crew are to evacuate your ships on unarmed transports and shuttles. A military transport will arrive to take you to a POW camp once you have complied. You are to lower your shields before abandoning ship. If in ten minutes you have not begun to comply, then we will systematically begin destroying your ships. A ship will go down every five minutes until you begin to disembark.

Nareece sighed and looked over at his brother. "Let's show them we're serious. Move a couple of Shadow Destroyers to the front and tell them to power up their weapons. Engineering, program Rambirds to their own targets. Remove safety features and bring their ion cannons online. Communications, call back the scouts. I believe we'll need them."

The Abh fleet began moving once again this time with Shadow Destroyers moving forward with fusion beams heating up as well as two large HT cannons. Rambirds revealed capital class ion cannons to pull away shields once given the command.

To Master Yussalami:

I have reviewed your conditions for surrender and will now deliver the terms that you will surrender on. You and your crew are to evacuate your ships on unarmed transports and shuttles. A military transport will arrive to take you to a POW camp once you have complied. You are to lower your shields before abandoning ship. If in ten minutes you have not begun to comply, then we will systematically begin destroying your ships. A ship will go down every five minutes until you begin to disembark.


"They're not falling for it sir. I told you this was a bad idea."

"You still have no idea what the empire is capable of. You want to know why this will still work?"

"*Sigh* Why?"

"These newer ships have better automation technology than the older Star Destroyer designs had. We don't need the massive amounts of crew on our ships we once did. We will send out shuttles. However, we will be leaving a skeleton crew behind in stealth suits if I might add."

"Why... This is too easy for the enemy. You have no idea what you're doing do you you crazy old fool!?"

"SHUT UP! Like I said, leave a skeleton crew onboard in their stealth suits. When the enemy comes on up to take the ships, we strike. I'll be in the hangar bay."

"What exactly will you be doing in that hangar bay Master?"

At those words, Yussalami disapeared from sight. Even onboard sensors couldn't detect him. ::What every Kirtir will do when he wants to surprise the enemy. Do what must be done. I'm gathering up all of the other Kirtir we have onboard and we shall deal with these people.::


To Abh Commander

We are having the troops abandon the ships as we speak. Unfortunatly, after our battle at New Leningrad we've been experiencing technical issues with the shielding and we cannot take them off line. Engineering has been working on the issue for the last several weeks. We can, however, lower the layer of shielding which prevents you from coming on board with shuttles and the like. Sorry for the inconvenience.

What the hell am I doing?

Nareece smiled as the reports came in the shuttles were leaving the ships just as the transport shuttle had arrived from Hyperspace to take the prisoners back to the alliance for interrogation and processing. "Hey Nafie, tell the captain onboard the military transport to have the names and ranks of all the prisoners that we've taken transferred to my consul."

"Sure. Any particular reason why?"

"Well I would like to have the name of the commanding officer on file for my memoirs. It gives a certain authenticism to my stories and it makes it far more interesting."

Nafie's expression is that of somewhat amused as he turns to leave the bridge. "I see. Well I'll inform the captain that once he has all prisoners in secure cells, to send ahead the information you've requested."

"Thank you brother."

Nareece sat smug in his chair while looking over the information as well as contacting Huntarian forces that the situation seemed to be well under control in the Crothick system and recommend sending additional forces to establish more of a pressence in the system. His communications chief turned to face the Admiral. "Sir, we've received another transmission from their commanding officer."

"Put it thru."

To Abh Commander

We are having the troops abandon the ships as we speak. Unfortunatly, after our battle at New Leningrad we've been experiencing technical issues with the shielding and we cannot take them off line. Engineering has been working on the issue for the last several weeks. We can, however, lower the layer of shielding which prevents you from coming on board with shuttles and the like. Sorry for the inconvenience.

"Well it seems we get to actually do something instead of just sitting here. We can fix the problem for them. I want all Rambirds to target enemy vessels with their ion cannons. Give the command for them to fire continuously until the shields are all down."

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and have the Gunstars move into position behind Shadow Destroyers and Rambirds. I want them ready to haul these ships back with us. We'll drop the majority off with the Huntarian Alliance and take a few from each class back to HQ for studying. Communications, send a message telling them not to be alarmed. We are simply helping them with a technical problem."

"Aye sir."

Huntaer vessels,
Please standby. We will be assisting you with your technical problem.

Heavy fighters moved into position behind the black vessels that took up the forefront of the fleet. Rambirds began glowing internally as their large ion cannons powered up and let loose large gouts of continuous ion fire into the Huntaer fleet.

OOC: Hey, how many ships are here for the Alliance and Huntaer?