NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: The idea is you arrive in system (a routine survey or colony ship or something) and discover me and the planet, then choose how to involve yourself. Incidently, this is Hammer's Slammers tech.

IC: The ship was completely unescorted, and was an unarmed freighter in any case, with the exception of a couple of nukes intended for some mild ortillery support. No one was expecting an encounter with a fighting ship, rare things indeed in the gorund-centric wars of the 30th century. Aboard were a few close support satellites for signals and sensor work and several Obadiah II class armoured battalion landing boats.

For this ship, merchant as it may have once been, was carrying the Second Friesland Armoured Cavalry Regiment, "Hell's Dragoons". Colonel Buskirk, as anxious as any of his men, indeed as any ACR trooper, to get out from under the shadow of the president's personal "Slammers" regiment, had enthusiastically volunteered his unit for the mission.

It was politically and tactically something of a special case: in the wake of a humoungous invasion, the Bwyrmin confederacy had found itself as shattered as the Shavi empire it had destroyed, and now numerous conventional and guerilla militaries were attempting to carve out a place for their ideologies in the emerging new world order. This made it an excellent proving ground for the mercenaries, who had been hired out by the fascist nation of Arathan, properly the United Territories of Arathan and Kahndia.

And mercenaries they were, whether or not they flew their homeworld's banner off their tanks and combat cars.


"Attention all dragoons, we are now preparing for immediate insertion. This is likely to be a hot LZ for second squadron. Other squadrons will make passive landings."

Private Andries Devenpeck hefted his powergun and joined his platoon as they marched in step towards second squadron's boat. His powergun, very light for a 20mm weapon, was slung over his shoulder, and he wore a cast iridium breastplate painted in mottled forest camouflage, displaying his unit insignia on the shoulders and the tabs for his pain-killing and coagulation agents on the chest.

Behind him, the ramp slammed shut. Ahead of the boat, the hangar opened.

"All dragoons, ensure your safety catch is on for atmospheric entry. Good luck."

a lone kormetus claas warship ecited slipstream

on board the bridge of the striker scan the aera nd conatct the colony ships aye sir
sir the tatical said shipin sector
red alert ordered the captain split this ship in to batle mode
the ship splits in to 3 seprate parts

the sjip befor it spilits into combat form fires of 10 drop pods containing 120 sephrion storm troopers intotal


ooc it like the prometus from votager

Destroyer WRATHCHILD, UMCU, SSN

Detect multiple signatures. War. Nuclear arsenal./statement Engage?/query

Negative./response Contact./directive

Acknowledged./acceptance Manner?/query

Discretion of unit designation WRATHCHILD./response Do not engage unless hostility originates with natives./directive

Acknowledged./compliance End query./close channel

The dark form of the unmanned destroyer WRATHCHILD slunk deeper into the system, investigating the appearance of light nuclear devices on this unarmed vessel. He would watch, and wait, and when the time was right, contact the organics in question. Their reactionbs would say much about their intentions to the Solari, and WRATHCHILD himself.

coms to wrathchild sephrion forces are taking this planet

coms to wrathchild sephrion forces are taking this planet

Designate nature of occupation./directive Comply or be engaged./threat

Why does ity seem like every time I show up somewhere a fool wants to take over the planet? WRATHCHILD was upset. He had a pair of conflicting directives, defend himself, and to avoid combat. Since self defense was an alpha class directive and avoiding action was not, then the only reasonable course of action was to engage the Sephrions, eliminate the threat they posed, and contact the natives. If he was unable to eliminate them, reinforcements would need to be requisitioned. It was an unpleasant situation...

OOC: This isn't a space RP, so please don't mess around with the transport if at all possible. If you must, you can sink it when all the dragoons are on the surface. And Meihm/SL, if you can detect the heavy orbital nukes, you can probably also sense the artillery "red pills".

IC: "Colonel! the captain says there's another ship in system, which has just launched some kind of light landing system."

Buskirk pivoted from the tactical display on his boat to the aide as he had learned to gunning for a combat car.

"Where!"

"Territory of the commies."

The officer relaxed slightly.

"Must be more mercenaries. Good, we can't eactly make a reputation fighting solid shot assault rifles and tracked vehicles."

"No, sir."

"It was rhetoricle. What does intel teach you these days?"

"Sorry, sir."


The skirmish band was a classic of its type. A current observer with any knowledge of military history would doubtlessly think of the Viet-Cong in a climate that was temperate... and even more hostile.

"Yeeshrala?"

One, distinguished as an leader officer by his torn "uniform", elbowed over to the speaker, and saw the twelve Sephriothan troops in the valley.

"Naktura. Kehaka getasang."

They had been told of warriors from the sky, hired by the murdering Arathan bastards. But they had been told of little fortresses descending from the sky, not these manned missiles. And they had been told of tanks that flew above the ground.

Still, who else could it be? Aliens? The mere thought was laughable.

He dropped his hand, and the valley, along with several other ambush sites nearby, became a hell of whizzing bullets, thumping grenades and shooping mortars.


The minute their boat had hit the ground, second squadron flipped off their safety catches and fired their vehicles up to about half a meter from the floor. Andries stood at one of the three 30mm triple gatlings that formed the armament of his combat car, preparing to sweep his firezone clean as he exited the Obadiah.

First came the tanks. There were 17 in the squadron, each with a crew or three of four. They packed the dreaded 200mm powergun, with a shortened 20mm gatling for local, air, and missile defense. It was their job to eliminate anything that looked tough enough to crack the lighter vehcles: combat cars and skimmer infantry would then move in to root the foe out of his fortifications.

The enemy lacked space-borne sensors, meaing they had had no way to know that one of their division parks was about to be ravaged by a mere battalion of off-worlders. Tanks and APCs were blown away as the combat cars roared through barracks, leaving a trail of corpses. Infantry swiftly stormed depots and HQs, snatching the more senior officers and useful equipment and giving the junior personell a powergun burst.

They were at the sharp end, but they were holding the knife.

OOC: WRATHCHILD is basically gonna try and kill Seph, then talk to you guys. Since you have no intentions of attacking me in space, it won't turn into a spacebased curbstomp.

IC:

Request further directives. Sephrion forces present./query

Contact and warn natives, first noted vessel. Sephrions are noted hostiles. Do not engage unless hostilities originate with them./directive

Will comply./aceptance End query./close channel

WRATHCHILD pondered his new order. Contact the other vessel. Seemed easy enough.

This is the Solari unmanned combat unit WRATHCHILD. Your resence is known to us. Hostile forces of a nation we are familiar with have landed upon the planet in small numbers. They will attempt to engage you in combat. Their numerical inferiority should make them easily defeated. If you are unable to defeat them I will supply several combat remotes to aid you.

Buskirk grabbed the urgently buzzing communicator.

"Aliens! Have you gone coping insane!"

A young signaller looked up from the cable she was laying.

"Sir, we've seen them before, Is it really impossible another group has developed space travel?"

The colonel's breathing began to return to normal.

"Point, corporal. Play this message.

He listened, too shocked to speak.

"Alien invaders! Via! Well, those pods didn't look big enough for more than a jeep. Intel, bring up your best guess on enemy drop zones."

He scanned the display, then turned back to the signals corporal.

"Thank the Wrathchild, and order first squadron to organise an all-arms troop task force with a dedicated artillery section in support. Full ammo authority: they can use all the NBC stuff they like. I want second moving to sever the enemy supply lines around river 98, third linking up with Arathan IX corps, and fourth moving northeast to link up and attack the enemy airbase here."

He stabbed at the hologram.

"The remaainder of first is to form a reserve, HQ squadron elements to be attached as needed."


Captain Faas Comstock surveyed casualties among the task force he had been assigned. There were two of his own CC platoons, plus attached tank and infantry platoons, an engineer squad, an intel squad, an artillery section, and a smattering of medics. Currently, they were rolling north, with a satellite sensor pack slaved to their displays: the targets were obvious. It was the commies everyone was worrying about.

The stole rapidly through the forest, leaving destruction in their wake: bunkers gutted with ground penetrators and cleaned out by gatlings, pockmarked ground left by mine clearing nets, rings of charred ground from artillery strikes... and the occasional fried guerilla.

the drop pods landed

out extoted the 104th light reconforce coms tp local forces wecome to aid you in yourbattle our weapons are vastly supriour join with us or feel thier sting

coms towrath child inbound colony shiprequires a class m planet and this hapens to be one

OOC: Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you already said your troops disembarked in your first post. And several of your squads are under fire from commie guerillas.

IC: Moments before, the cargo airlock had buzzed with activity. Now, it was empty, except for the pair of primed nukes. As repressurisation completed, they were guided out into space but arms which then shrank back into the hull, as the ship reserved quickly to excape the enemy... and its own weapons as they sprang to life, hurtling towards the Seprioth ship at an insane speed,


Down on the surface, things were going well. Extensive artillery preperation from the crude Arathan howitzers combined with local regiments covering the flanks and securing choke points was allowing IX corps to roll almost unimpeded through communist territory, third squadron at the head, while second and fourth had linked up and sacked an airbase threatening the corps operation. But not the dragoons. There tanks were fitted with satellite linked computer-slavable gatling capable of blasting whole squadrons out of the sky. Indeed, this function was almost as crucial as their anti-tank role.

But the real action was about to start as Faas's troop thundered into the clearing where the first drop pod had landed, spearheaded by the tanks. All four 200mm powerguns put a shot into the pod itself, while gatlings swept round through the infantry. CCs followed behind, their guncrew ready to smoke out the enmy with grenades and massarce him. The other elements were kept back until the were needed.

shields and destroy those pods ay captain firing phasers
the pods shields flared

ooc they were still landing

OOC: I have no idea what you just said there, except that the ship activated shields to block my nukes, so I'll wait for you to clarify. And anyone else is welcome! Oh, and TFC is my puppet.

plus im gona try to destrou them with phasers and the pods have shields

OOC:Phasers mounted on what?

my ship the kormetuhus thats in attack mode s[iltin to 3 separate battle sections

OOC: I'm assuming you're firing at the transport.

IC: Beams of energy neatly diced through the unshielded ship, tearing it apart. Doubtless a survey teams would soon investigate, but for now, there was nothing but the fragments cooling into strange and twisted shapes as they glided through the emptiness.


But on the ground, the enemy would be the one having problems. The communists were rapidly yielding to Arathan air superiority and the seeminly unstoppable off-worlder equipment, so the troops pouring into their domain toook the oppurtunity to locate (and destroy) ambush sites, set up fire-bases, and sieze the major population centres.


Comstock's tanks pumped a full burst of plasma fire each into the surprisingly resiliant pods as a section of two CCs left to innvestigate the next drop-zone. They veered away from the sounds of gunfire, requesting infantry recon for safety, and headed for the next, on the muddy bank of a little river, tri-barrels begining to spin, ready to neatly dis-embowel any more infantry with their streams of blue pellets.

They always have to do things the hard way... God damnit. I could be slaughtering Sith right now, but NO, I have to deal with a pack of upjumped monkeys with FTL and guns.

The ship muttered to itself in that vein for several minutes, as it brought its massive gun batteries online.

I regret to inform you that your vessel in orbit has been destroyed. The Sephrion ship has made a great effort to eliminate any route for you off of this planet. If you will fall back from the drop pods I will provide orbital support, and prevent the ship from causing any more mischief. IUf that is unsatisfactory I can deploy several combat remotes and tanks to eliminate the threat for you, at a cost.

coms to weath child vesels had nuclear weapons on board a threat to this vessel i sugegest we booth break off

on the ground phasers were fired

photon grenades a corpral of the 104th snaped

OOC: I assume this corporal is from one of the few drop zones not yet attacked by either faction?

IC:Buskirk listened, then flipped to Comstock's frequency.

"Comstock, are you OK out there?"

"Die bitches, die! Sorry sir, fine sir, I Aleidgetthebastardwiththebazooka!, all fine sir."

"Good, I'll let you get on with it."

"Also, sir, there are commies out here, so we're killing them too."

"Good, if you're in a tight spot, call the frequency I'm transmitting to call for re-enforcements."

He flicked back to Wrathchild.

"Thanks, but my task force seems to be doing just fne down here. If you'd care to deal with the enemy ship, we can deal with the money later. I'm being paid for every communist I fry."

Oh bloody hell, this is annoying.

The CNS Hephestian was one of the new battlecruisers (http://media.battlestarwiki.org/images/6/62/TOS-galac.jpg) built for deep space exploration. It was a wonderful wessel (yes wessel) with all sorts of advanced technology. Like replicators (especially industrial sized once that can keep making missiles), point defense lasers whose strength could be modified, and nukes. Lots and lots of nukes. Of course this battlecruiser is more a plot device if anything else. Nevertheless I'll give it stats when it starts blowing up stuff and whatnot. Its leader was a Ms. Admiral Jane Freeway. One of the few (if only) high ranking females in the Navy.

She was a brunette with short hair, her eyes were brown and like most Cassiopeians had an intense tan from living in Rosanica. She was calm and collected, and also quite patient as most Admirals were. Yet, she always had a bit of bloodlist, especially against any imperials. She heard the stories, she found them annoying.

She looked at the main screen thing (which was probably a plasma LED) and saw the situation. Big planet, lots of shooting, an unknown ship, and a Sephrion ship... or pieces of a ship. She sighed. She knew of their reputation of mindless warriors with no tactical forsight.

Or at least that's what Harrison said at the lecture in the Academy.

She looked at her Electronics Officer. "Johnson" For lo that was his name. "Scan the surface. Let's see what's going on down there."

He scanned the surface using God knows what, because I don't. "It appears to be a battle. It looks like there are Sephrion soldiers down there attacking an unknown people."

Jane rubbed her chin. "Well it can't be them putting down a colonial insurrection, we're not in the Empire. It can't be war because the HoloNet would be screaming it, I assume it's an invasion. Then again the war might just be starting now and they started it and not the Sephrions... for once."

She looked at her Communications Officer. "Uhura." For lo that is her name and it has no relation to the black one. "Open communications with all the ships here. I want to know what's going on. Go to Yellow Alert and ready all weapons to be fired on whoever is the idiot here. If it's the Sephrions at least we can be ready."

To: All Lifeforms in the Area
From: CNS Hephestian

Hello there. I am Admiral Jane Freeway of the CNS Hephestian. We are a
battlecruiser who travels space looking for new lifeforms to make peace with.
We would like to know why there is a Sephrion vessel in the area, why there
is a battle going on in the ground, and who the hell is the unknown ship. If
you could answer this we'll be quite grateful.

Yours,

Jane Freeway
Admiral of the CNS Hephestian

Jane rolled her eyes. "How much do you wanna bet that it's the Sephrions that started this mess?"

Johnson chuckled. "I'd bet my left arm Admiral."

Jane leaned into her chair. "So would I John, so would I..."

coms to capaien vesel from sephrion kortheus class warship the striker


we areescorting the coloney ship orien this ship is one of four in coming
we will not open fire on you
frim captain zane smith end coms
coms from the 104th we need air suport irepat this 104th cpamders strife requsitng air supoirt

OOC: I assume this corporal is from one of the few drop zones not yet attacked by either faction?

IC:Buskirk listened, then flipped to Comstock's frequency.

"Comstock, are you OK out there?"

"Die bitches, die! Sorry sir, fine sir, I Aleidgetthebastardwiththebazooka!, all fine sir."

"Good, I'll let you get on with it."

"Also, sir, there are commies out here, so we're killing them too."

"Good, if you're in a tight spot, call the frequency I'm transmitting to call for re-enforcements."

He flicked back to Wraithchild.

"Thanks, but my task force seems to be doing just fne down here. If you'd care to deal with the enemy ship, we can deal with the money later. I'm being paid for every communist I fry."


OOC: It's WRATH. Not Wraith

IC:

Go for it... More fun for me then.

Another one? Ah well, let's see what they want... Hmm...

Ms. Freeway, I am the sentient Solari destroyer WRATHCHILD. I have not initiated hostilities in any way. Included is a transcript of all preceding transmissions originating with and directed at myself.

Jane started reading through the transcripts. She raged with anger, another case of imperialism. "Oh come on!" She shouted. "So it is the Sephrions, and they are attacking, and it is a semi peaceful race down there. Fighting the communists or whatever they're called. Well then, it looks like we'll either have to play Arbiter or people who blow up stuff."

She pointed at the screen. "Contact the Sephrions, we're gonna try to stop this."

To: USSI Striker
From: CNS Hephestian

The Solari ship WRATHCHILD (or however it goes) informs me that you
attacked this peacefu planet without provocation. We request that you
cease the attack. We do not wish to fire but we will to protect an innocent
planet from your imperialist wants. Again we request you stop your invasion,
we do not wish to open fire.

But unless you give me a good reason (which you probably don't) then we
will leave.

Jane Freeway
Admiral of the CNS Hephestian

Jane raised her right brow. "Do you think that was too much?"

A random Ensign shrugged. "Nah."

OOC: Sorry about the spelling, will edit. And remember, kids, Hammerverse tech=dead aircrafts

coms as soon as the 104 can be safly retreived we will dis engage

suir said the tatical officer allied battle group exiting slip stream


the force consits of 3 kormetuses and 1 orien class colony ship
the coloney ship heart reborn

the usssi hell saber
usi vengance
ussi soul if battle

Those dropzones not engaged by either group, three, in total, were each given a short burst of HE from the artillery, while the mortar jeep manouvred to take a potshots at various heavily engaged areas. Tanks moved from site to site, pouring savage amounts of fire into the pods and letting CCs slaughter the dismounts in their wake.

The officer in charge of the guerillas' parent brigade, meanwhile, had concluded that the other off-worlder troops must obviously be a secong merc unit, hired by a third faction opposed to both Reds and Blacks, perhaps the Bwyrmin? Yes, the Bwyrmin, they would need something to compensate for their losses in Shav.

As such, he decided to send the remaining companies of the nearby battalion to finish both the invaders.

coms to fresiland colony we wish to purcase some land about 500 kilometers worth

Buskirk did his best not to laugh.

"They thick we own this planet! Get them on the horn this instant."

"Recording, sir."

"To Sephriothan ships: this is not our planet. We are mercenaries hailing from New Friesland, and have been hired by one of the local governments. Be advised that only a few nations are likely to accept your offer, and none can afford to lose that much land, so you'll have to buy from several. Attached is a list of nations."

He turned again.

"Comstock."

There was yet more flicking of switches.

"Comstock, disengage immediately. Do not fire on any Sephriothan unit unless they fire first. Return to friendly territory."

coms to local goverment we wish to purcase 500 kilometers of land

Faas threw out his arms as the CC jerked violently, bringing one of the few faces with any remaining strip-mines to bear on an incoming buzz-bomb. A scream from behind indicated that somone had taken a vehicle through the trip wire of a self-forging mine. That, or a very good sniper.

Several vehicles were already burning while buzz-bombs, grenades, mines, and shrapnel from the unpleasently close friendly arty were silencing anyone who didn't take shelter. For the Sephriothans it would likely be worse.


The four nations contacted each offered their prices and questioned which colony the settlers belonged too. The deals ranged from simple cash to iridium forging equipment to, in one case, a request to defeat the northenmost Bwyrmin enclave.

the collony shall be a super max corectiona factlite and as for your requsts we are more then willing to do that


medic called leader of scout troop delta we have wounded shit said one of the snipers we really need asistance from the striker a phaser barrahe ON ENEMY POSTIONS WOULD BE NICE COMS WOLF PACK TO HOMEBASE DO YEAD HOME BAS CALLED THE SIGNLAR THIS IS WPLFPACK 5 UNDER HEAVY FIRE WE NEED DUSTING OFF he shouted over the coms over the noise of battle phasers were firng

OOC: What exactly are you firing at?

the comunists are still attacking the advance force thier calling in the striker to dust them off

The CC Cuddles let out a last defiant burst as it caught fire and rolled over, spurting coolant in all directions as the fire suppression system came online.

Comstock and his crew had transferred to a tank, Faas leaving the tanks former gunner doing a desant on the roof with Aleid and the rest when the first bolt struck the ground, immediately followed by an explosive crackle: they had fired at a column traversing a hasty mine field brigade artillery had started laying barrages of shrapnel shell onto the Sephriothans, and now the Reds saw that there was only one way to survive: proceed forward under heavy canopy cover to escape the sight of the enemy mercs' ship and its strange weapons, then engage as close as possible to prevent them firing for fear of splash damage.

ooc the striker has regenretive shielding pulesed phaser cannons aand regular phasers plus type 27 targeting sensors

ic as the striker entered the atmosheptre it returned fire 2 more wolf packs of the wolf pack fell but the rest were cheering because the strikers superiour weapons and technogolgy and firepower was dusting them off

comms to friesland mercanries whom are fighting the comunist may we be of asitance with our ships sensors and weapons we would be able to uterly crush them together

Buskirk contemplated the offer. It seemed tempting: the ship could apparently detect organic life, which would rob the communists of their one advantage: stealth. Bases could easily be located, bombarded, and stormed, patrols detected and slaughtered. It wouldn't take more than a week to fulfill his contract, which ordered him to assist the Arathan army and air force in securing cities and the supply lines between and destroying major focal points of the Red guerillas, neutralising their ability to make war.

"Send the following: USSI Striker, we accept your offer. Please link you sensor feed to our vehicle computers."

coms understood begingin sensor link up to your vehicles

coms to task force in space local forces contacted us require the other 3 pomtehuses down her in attack mode

The tanks, CCs and infantry tore through the forests, leaving corpses in their wake. Sephriothan sensors quickly pinpointed bases, and those above ground were pummeled into oblivion by air and arty support, while the better-protected forts were assaulted with ground-penetrator rockets and infantry dismounts riding desant on the missile delivering tanks and CEVs. CCs were dispatched to slaughter patrols and ambush parties. The supply lines would be secure by the end of the day, and the Reds were running out of options. In the end, they decided that they needed mercs of their own.

"To USSI Striker, we can offer you susbstantial money, resources, land, or other goods in exchange for you services or at least a cease-fire and agreement not to aid those forces arayed against us. That is all."

coms to the reds you murdered many of our kind we shall take our weregild with your lives and land end coms

tatical trace the location of that coms and fire a full spread of 12 photon torpedoes at the location aye sir

A huge boom erupted over the transmitter... which was no more than an automated radio outpost. The Reds weren't dumb. And they were smart enough to realise they had only one option. A second transmission was made.

"To all Frieslanders, Arathan, and the other off-worlders: we surrender. Take what you will in reperations."

hecommed the vattle group time to claim what is our spoils of war the 4 ships beamed more of the 104th down

General Vivamir grimaced. He had been having perfect day. The Reds were overrun, the mercs were being paid off, and the surrender had just been signed and ratified. But now some crazy off-worlder was using an even crazier device to land right on top of him, and they seamed to be geared for combat. He transmitted:

"Off-worlder, you are in territoy of the the Kahndo-Arathan empire. State your intentions and allegiance."

the comannder glated we are the 104 light reconace infaantry of the sephrion empire we come for weregild for the injuries inflicted up on us by the rebs it was my races advanced ships that turned the battle

"You want money? I'm afraid without any contract from the Bonding Authority we can't pay you for any mercenary services. I know you played a vital role in the battle, but it's your own fault for not securing any mony to be escrowed before engaging."

he glared so be it i shall contact high comand

Vivamar suddenly bacame more attentive.

"High command? Of your syndicate? Or do you hail from a national government? Which colony?"

i am from the empire of sephrioth high comand is our militry high comand


coms ya zalitiz get high comannd ont the horn tell them i need the first and second fleets here a.s.p

the first and second battle fleets of the sephrion empire exited transwarp 502 warships approached the planet with shields raised and weapons engergized

"Sir! Sattelites are detecting hundreds of ships out there! Literally!"

"Then pay, we all saw how much damage they caused."

A transmissions was relayed to the Sephrions via a sattelite.

"We will pay, in precious substances or credits."

Meanwhile, another Frieslander ship had jumped in, and was picking up the Obadiahs as they ascended to off the surface. The dragoons were done.

coms perfable cerdits

coms to merc vessel you wish for safe pasage

OOC: These creds are likely incompatible with yours

IC: "Sephriothan fleet, the money is being transmitted."

Buskirk sighed. What now?

"Yes, we do. What of it?"

OOC: I know you have MSN Fries, get online sometime today. If you need my address, it's Pmmiehm@hotmail.com

IC:

That changed quickly. What to do now... I'm too lazy to really make an effort to deal with those Sephrions on my own... Maybe backup would be fun. Or maybe I'll just talk to the Frieslanders and see if we can't buy their assistance...

Friesland troopers, you require transport away from this planet. I am willing to provide that transportation, in exchange for the opportunity to secure a contract with your leaders.

Jane saw as the massive Fleet of Doom(TM) warped outside the Friesland Colony. She sighed as the screen filled up with ships that could probably be beaten by a Cassiopeian Fleet. Too bad they didn't have one."Oy..." She said to herself. "Tell me, how many ships are out there?"

A random Ensign answered her. "About five hundred Admiral, a bit of a problem for us."

She stroked her chin. "Quite." She paused. "Put in a call for backup... well, possible backup. Whether they're willing to go into this hellhole is a question I can't answer. But we can play a game of brinksmanship."

Johnson looked at her. "...what?"

She leaned into her seat. "The Sephrions are not tough people. They merely have a large ego. They can't stand being challenged. We also have a Non Agression Pact with them and the memory of their defeats by our hand still haunts them. Harrison's hand in specific..." She smirked.

Johnson looked at her scared. "What are you planning?"

"Well..." She said. "I'm sure the threat of Harrison leading a force to in to destroy this fleet will put the fear of God into them. Uhura, open communications. And make it open."

Uhura sighed and did so. "Admiral I sure hope you know what you're doing."

She started to send her message via video, sitting in her chair while her crew operated the ship. She seemd serious, and stuff. "Sephrion fleet this is the CNS Hephestian, we do not tolerate this blatant imperialism. You will leave the Governments of this Colony alone. We have contacted the Cassiopeian Navy for backup and there is a fleet here on its way."

Johnson swallowed his spit. I hope anyway. He thought to himself.

Jane continued. "It will be led by Grand Admiral Harrison, do you remember him? He beat your fleet with no casualties, granted in a wargame. But do you want to risk that in a real situation? Maybe you should call for more back up." She smirked. "Oh wait, isn't that about half your Navy...? Why I believe it is, last I heard anyway. Maybe I'm wrong, I could be. I never said I was perfect."

Uhura's brow started to sweat. This nigga crazy! She thought to herself.

Jane finished. "Attack us, and you will feel the brunt of Cassiopeian justice on your homeland. Leave, and no harm will fall to you. We will be waiting for a response." She finished.

Johnson raised her right brow. "Brilliant. You will either go down as a tactical genius or as an idiot."

Jane fell into her chair. "Don't remind me I'm (EXPLICIT WORD) myself."

Uhura sighed. "Let's just hope that the Fleet does come."

OOC: These creds are likely incompatible with yours

IC: "Sephriothan fleet, the money is being transmitted."

Buskirk sighed. What now?

"Yes, we do. What of it?"

OOC: Get on MSN Booze. We need to talk.

so be it said comander shadow he said comander starwind they are tring to psyce us out coms to tcg fleet we aint here for a scrap just to claim weregild for our fallen warriors


ooc shadows a psi soldier of the empire his job is tatical empath a psycic spy if you will

so be it said comander shadow he said comander starwind they are tring to psyce us out coms to tcg fleet we aint here for a scrap just to claim weregild for our fallen warriors


ooc shadows a psi soldier of the empire his job is tatical empath a psycic spy if you will

(So using wank you know it's a bluff?)

ooc nah just tryiong to soothe the commanders nerves thre frazeled he just returned from the rebelion front

IC: "We have transport, but I;m begining to think those Sephriothans object to it. As to a contract, we're mercenaries! We're all about contracts. Attached to this message is a standard Frieslander starmap."

fleet epsilon depart said comander starwond fleet delta all save 10 ships leave

IC: "We have transport, but I;m begining to think those Sephriothans object to it. As to a contract, we're mercenaries! We're all about contracts. Attached to this message is a standard Frieslander starmap."

If any attempts are made to impede your egress, it will be dealt with firmly and swiftly. I am but one vessel, but there are only ten of them. It's not too uneven of a fight. I will transmit this map, and have my superiors contact yours.

Goddamn ignorant Sephrion bastards. Don't they realize that I can have a battle squadron of Dreadnoughts here in just a few minutes if I desire it?

coms to wrathchild thier are 14 sephrion warships 4 kormethuse and 10 of varing classes