All The Living Shall Perish (2nd Black Crusade, UII Closed) [Archive]

Waldenburg 2

13-10-2006, 20:59

OOC:

By the way, what ever happened to Waldenburg? After I crushed his planet, and wiped out pretty much everyone on it, he....dissapeared!

Not quite but close. I've been visiting the UII forums everyday at least once but have found little that intereasts me now though It may be time to make another jump Perhaps.

IC

The Cenobiarch walked slowly down the steps of his palace, his staff of power clicking with his his movement. His mind wandered away from the mundanity of rebuilding his Empire. 'Could be worse your in power. It way be a kingdom marked by war, it may have lost 40% of it's economy to the Damn Hanseatic. And I have to follow that Ibit, some hard shoes to fill.' Basil stopped quickly freezing his body suddenly and allowing about twenty members of the Divine Legion to smash into his back.

"Ibit read the Library. He has the knowledge in his head. Ibit Ibit...." The Cenobiarch started to walk much more quickly, nearly diving through the proper corridors. The double doors of the Council Room loomed in front of him 'hopefully the right one is here. They're usually in here or abstaining from something.' The two doors flung open at their approch, only one Bishop, kneeling in comtemplation of an extended finger.

"Rise your Reverence do Service to your Cenobiarch."

The Bishop stood contriving to looked annoyed at being adressed in the middle of Holy Thought, "I am always Available for your Supremacy."

The Cenobiarch eyed him for a moment looking at the wirey frame and twinkly little eyes 'Yes probably he thought. "Your Reverence, were you there at Ibit's accension? Did he read the Library does he hold the knowledge of the Holy Church in his head?"

The Bishop brightened at being adressed so desperately by thier Theocrat, "Yes, he did read the books, I believe that is why he became so powerful. And what a sight glowing books swirling...." The Cenobairch had run, forgetting all ceremony out of the room leaving the Bishop to ponder what he had started. Out into the chilly air Besil ran leaving his miter in an ornamental shrub on the second level. The Divine Legion who kept a watch on him for all time had about twenty of it's members sprinting behind the Cenobiarch, tripping on one anothers cloaks. Finally the mad dash stopped in front of a statue to Ibit, who had been Cannonizied only a month after his supposed death. The Cenobiarch sank down of his knees pressing thme into about four inches of mud.

"Good Morning faithful and True of the Empire, and a Happy Christmas to all of the worlds. However I come before you not to bid you a happy day but to tell you of a great oppertunity. Last Night, Christmast Eve of Lord Saviour and King spoke unto me the words of the First Chapter of a new Bible one which shall guide man through it's continuing life. Through Divine knowledge he has told me that I shall be his first Phrophet in this life. Once again the Saviour walks umongst us and all shall rejoice his second coming. As some of the more precptive of you may be thinking, the Lords second coming means the destruction, the Apocolypse. I'm afraid this is true, the Apocolypse is coming, but I am order to inform you that we may fight this Devil. I as Phrophet call for a Crusade against the Oblivion who surely come againt to strike the righteous. All ships men and material of the Waldenburg Empire shall be put forth for the service of Final battle.

All those who fight evil shall be granted salvation no matter of your former deeds. For now is the hour in which our metal shall tase the blood of the demonic. For now is the time of the Phrophet. All loyal to the cross fight now and salvation. We are outnumbered, but our faith is our shield no shell shall ever break the soul no sword every pierce the light that guides us all. So now God calls you for Service in this last battle. And when victory is obtained we shall revel in the sanctity of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ."

Only a day after the recruiting boothes were swamped over a million men had joined in the last 36 hours over 4 Trillion Riechmarks donated to the effort, the Cenobiarch Knew what he was doing however if Waldenburg lost this battle it would end the Church and supposedly humanity. High above in orbit over Strienlikestern the fleet was repainted with Red crosses painted over the hull and Patron Saints picked for every vessel. It was a terrifing sight, and those who kept a quiet atheism cowered as Hundreds of Thousand of the Divine Legion marched like thunder down the cobbled streets of the capital city.

"Your Supremacy, It would seem that you are marked for greatness. A million men to serve the cross, but you are aware that it will not be enough last time Oblivion poured like water down on us their is no Shield which can protect us from that....Except Faith of course which some of our soldiers do not posses." Cardinal Ramesy Mcfearson finished lamely.

The Cenobiarch who watched the lines of Infantry pour into the Citadel courtyards, "I know where to get some more your Grace many many more." Everyday the Cenobiarches eyes became more light and his face more sullen. white robes standing perfectly still he watched his Crusade, against Oblivion against Evil. More accurately it was to secure the unlimited power of the Libray in Ibit. This however didn't sound right so he kept it to himself.

OOC This is My prelude to starting another nation on UII although probably not today I'm a bit busy. And also I'm not quite in this war yet It will obviously take time to prepare a fleet that size I need. And Oblivion dosen't know were a threat, the list is endless.

[NS]Galactic Albia

13-10-2006, 23:01

The Lucretia moved silently through the depths of the void, conducting a deep scan of the Inner rim systems, near a small black hole that had recently opened up. Despite being a Marlborough Light Cruiser and nearly eighty years in service, the recent disturbance to Transaether shipping by this sudden gravitic distortion had attracted the notice of the Star Navy of Albia, and the nearest available ship was dispatched to investigate, and catalogue this new stellar phenomena.
Captain Innesman was due for retirement, having served with the Star Navy for fourty years. This quiet science-run would be a peaceful swansong to a long and distinguished career maintaining the peace. Surely nothing could go wrong on a simple scanning run...or so he thought...

OOC: Also a glorified bump. Got my Account sorted out and all, and should be able to join you guys for this crusade.

Wanderjar

14-10-2006, 01:58

Galactic Albia;11804602']The Lucretia moved silently through the depths of the void, conducting a deep scan of the Inner rim systems, near a small black hole that had recently opened up. Despite being a Marlborough Light Cruiser and nearly eighty years in service, the recent disturbance to Transaether shipping by this sudden gravitic distortion had attracted the notice of the Star Navy of Albia, and the nearest available ship was dispatched to investigate, and catalogue this new stellar phenomena.
Captain Innesman was due for retirement, having served with the Star Navy for fourty years. This quiet science-run would be a peaceful swansong to a long and distinguished career maintaining the peace. Surely nothing could go wrong on a simple scanning run...or so he thought...

OOC: Also a glorified bump. Got my Account sorted out and all, and should be able to join you guys for this crusade.

...An unfortunate mistake. A ..."human mistake." Though Yacolae, as his ships stealthily moved out of the warp. Immediately, they began firing, thousands of Heavy Las Turrets hammered away at the enemy ships, while torpedoes were armed and fired as well. Lance Nova Cannons, the most powerful weapon on a ship, also began firing.

There were, in this incursion force, about three Cruisers, four Battleships, and one Carrier Battlebarge. A small, yet impressive force with considerable firepower. If at anytime it was needed, hundreds of more ships were ready to be deployed.

Death would come swiftly to the weakling race of man.

Wanderjar

14-10-2006, 02:26

Bump!

Spit break

14-10-2006, 02:41

OOC: guess I need a intro

Since the disappearence of the Oblivion after the attack on the PLANTS the forces of ZAFT have grown changed and become more powerful. The location of the L1 colony cluster had changed to a top secret location but is still heavily defended. Military factories and ship yards have new weapons and techology coming off the lines as well as new ships and mobile suits. Fighter pilots have there new toys and Black Hammers and Mobile fortresses are being built to combat any threat. Peace had come back to the PLANTs 10 clusters and the people felt safe as no one knew there locations only Allies of the nation know the location of L1 and if its enemies go to the old location they will be in for a big suprise. Over the past few months the ZAFT fleet has grown by half with ships of all shapes and sizes mostly new designs. ZAFT forces were ready for any new threat.

Wanderjar

14-10-2006, 19:17

Bump!

[NS]Galactic Albia

14-10-2006, 21:37

The Lucretia never stood a chance. Within seconds of exiting Transaether, the vast daemonic ships of the Second Black Crusade annihilated it brutally, huge coruscating beams scything through the light cruiser effortlessly, killing hundreds and igniting its fusion cells, causing instant meltdowns.
Captain Innesmann had barely had time to blink before he had been atomized.

PORT MORNE NAVAL COMMAND, 10 LIGHT YEARS AWAY

"Sir, we just lost contact with the Lucretia... it appears to have been destroyed almost immediately upon exiting Transaether."
reported a Lieutenant.
Commodore Jared was on watch duty that night, and had been sipping synth-coffee quietly untill he recieved what seemed a regular radio disturbance.
"Destroyed? I think thats a bit dramatic. Probably just interference from that damned black hole. damned inconvenient that, ey, what? Wonder what created it...still, I seriously doubt an officer as experienced as Innesmann would simply be just "destroyed", especially within seconds of exiting Transaether. Transaether error hasn't happened in over a hundred years, and is unlikely to ever happen again, thanks to Navcomps. And as for being "destroyed"...well, the enemy would have to be prescient or something, eh, what?"
The Commodore chuckled at his jest. The Lieutenant sighed, and went back to monitoring naval traffic. But his bump of trouble began to itch. Something wasn't right.

OOC: Again, Bump.
Feel free to RP your ships advancing. In 5 LY they'll hit some small agricultural colonies with minimal defences, and in 8 they'll hit a refueling station circling a dead star.
Its after 10 that they really start hitting the main body of worlds that is the Empire.

Where else you go is up to who else shows...

The sons of tarsonis

15-10-2006, 20:54

OOC: wanderjar can u rp something in this thread relating to me post in the Dominion thread. Itll be important for my intro.

Wanderjar

15-10-2006, 21:07

OOC: wanderjar can u rp something in this thread relating to me post in the Dominion thread. Itll be important for my intro.

Yeah, give me one minute to think something up.

Wanderjar

15-10-2006, 21:22

The Oblivion Fleet had divided itself, moving several Battlebarges and Battleships into the Tarsonis system.

"These are the ones who caused us so much grief last time," Thought Yacolae. "Let us show them our New power." The fleet warped in, and immediately began targeting Tarsonis ships and star stations, firing Nova Battaries and other guns, and dispatching Warp Spawn, who slitered out of the open creavises into space and made their way to Star Stations.

Cultist Interlopers who would corrupt the Planet's population were transported onto the world by one of the Sorceror's. These Agents would cause much....frustration to the Tarsonis Government after the Death Fleet fled back into the warp. Once they caused their revolts, and mutated the population, Yacolae would return, and wreak havoc and chaos unlike anything this universe had ever seen!

The Blood God would soon be able to create a second throne....

The sons of tarsonis

15-10-2006, 21:24

OOC: you might have a problem with this, my mornarians are psyonics as you learned last thread, thus they could tell who your cultists are....cause mornarians also work in the police.

Wanderjar

15-10-2006, 21:26

OOC: you might have a problem with this, my mornarians are psyonics as you learned last thread, thus they could tell who your cultists are....cause mornarians also work in the police.

OOC: Thats fine, I'll find that out the hard way. But remember, Chaos Cultists mere presence is corrupting....

Telros

15-10-2006, 21:48

Faraway from the site of the Lucretia's death and the beginning onslaught by the renewed forces of Chaos, a military outpost stationed on the edge of the Milkyway system picked up the emanations of the black hole that had opened. Asyo 'Durudee, the Major Sangheili commander of the outpost, paced the meeting area of the facility, watched warily by his squad leaders who were sitting at a massive round table. The door to the chamber hissed open and he paused, his head whipping around to see who it was. An Engineer floated in, escorted by two Jackals, and deposited a data disk onto the table before leaving. The Jackl guards took up positions at the door. Asyo sighed, clicking his mandibles together. <"I have called all of you here for a every special reason. As of four hours ago, our sensors have picked up a strange gravitational disturbance. It was faint, as it was far away, but it is there. We also managed to get readings of what appears to have been energy weapons being fired at something, though it short and cutoff.">

The squad leaders tensed, gazing at him. One of them spoke up, a fellow Elite with the rank of Major. <"So, why are we called here?">. Asyo nodded.

<"For this."> He tapped a key and the faces of the High Council appeared, with Selucia in the middle, her hands clasped together and her face staring down at them. The Major Elite gasped, before bowing his head and putting an arm across his chest.

<"Divine One, I did not expect to have you contact us!"> Selucia nodded lightly.

<"It was because only Asyo knew, seeing as he informed us immediately of the incident. Normally, we would simply send a scout mission and not even have bothered to call you. However, I have experienced visions, visions sent by the hand of Telros...There is a great darkness coming; an evil of unimaginable power. I believe the evil that he sent us on our journey to fight years ago, has finally revealed itself. And we must take the appropriate steps to combat it.>" She waved a hand and an image of a large fleet floating over the outpost appeared.

<"I had commissioned the fleet of Divine Justice to your world as of two and a half hours ago. They have already begun unloading supplies, troops, vehicles and the like, to establish the outpost as a forward base. Tar'kesh himself is leading this expedition,>" All the Elites tensed at the name; the legendary Tar'kesh was coming here? <"Now, he will take command and give you your orders. But I have one of my own: Make sure that your outpost does not fall, if in the case of an enemy attack, even if it looks we shall be victorious, notify the High Council immediately. Do you understand?"> Asyo and the other Elites nodded.

<"Good. May the light of Telros shine your way."> With that, the image fizzled out, only to be replaced by the figure of a Telrosian man, an A.I. Asyo stared; he had never seen one before and he was amazed. It gave him a look.

"Now now, it is not nice to stare. Supreme Commander Tar'kesh has sent me to give you our present situation. We currently have four battalions of troops on the ground, along with a division of armor and a Hunter reigment. Telrosian Militia reinforcements are to arrive in an hour. The fleet of Divine Justice is orbiting the planet. Two Assault Carriers, a Flagship, Tar'kesh's own Hand of Telros, eight Carriers, four Cruisers. five Frigates, and four Destroyers. Twenty four ships in all. The Graceful Charity Battlegroup is due to arrive in about two days. Until then, the fleet will send a portion of it's ships to investigate. If nothing is there, we will remain on station until further notice. If something is found...." The A.I. looked at the computers showing the fleet orbiting the planet.

"May Telros help us all...."
***
A few lightyears away from the Lucretia's last known position...

A blue flash signalled the arrival of the ships sent to investigate the black hole as well as the ships that caused the energy signature. One Assault Carrier, three Carriers, two Cruisers, and two Frigates shot out of Slipspace into the system. Lead by the Ship Master Leyo 'Rezomee, this group started to investigate the area.

On the Assault Carrier, Wrathful Judgement.....
Leyo 'Rezomee barked out orders left and right, the Elites on the bridge scrambling to enforce them. <"I want all Seraph squadrons and their pilots hot and ready to go at a moments notice. Have all plasma cannons primed and ready, the torpedoes better be ready as well. You, signal the fleet to begin scanning the area for signs of sentient life. And have the fleet at Yellow Alert."> The orders were given; troops were rushing all over the place, as soldiers prepared themselves for combat, if it happened, pilots stood at attention at their Seraphs, and the fleet deployed into a diamond like formation to maximize firepower.

The Elite at the sensor station, a minor ranked one, gazed up at at the Ship Master. "<We have begun scanning, Ship Master. We should have the results in a few minutes."> Leyo nodded.

<"Get them to me as soon as they are ready."> Then he stood back and held his arms behind him, waiting for the results to come in. The Supreme Commander had warned him to be careful of any signs of unnatural phenomenon and the like. He only wondered what had him, the war hero of the Dark War, so spooked.....
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OOC: Don't mind if I join, do you?

[NS]Galactic Albia

15-10-2006, 22:26

OOC: Sure, hop in. :D

IC:

Battlegroup Tycho was returning from having destroyed a nest of pirates in a nearby nebula when it recieved orders direct from Port Morne.

"Alaistair Jared! A pleasure to see you again. What can I do for you, Commodore?" asked Commodore Buckland, an old friend of Jared's, and an experienced veteran of the Frontier Wars. Unlike Jared, who had ascended through the ranks from behind a desk, Buckland had earned his rank fighting Belter scum and Pirates.

"Its good to see you again too, Jeremy. But I'm afraid I have an urgent mission for you, hmm. It seems that the Lucretia has been out of contact for over 36 hours now. We're getting worried, so I want you and your battlegroup to make a detour to the following co-ordinates. Its almost certainly nothing, but my Lieutenants are getting antsy, and I'd like to silence the old fusspots with a decisive show of action."

"Understood. We'll be there in a few hours." he said, thumbing the off-key, cutting the transmission from the Highspeed Courier, which had facilitated the FTL transmission, and would now return to Port Morne.
Sighing, Buckland gave instructions for his Five Destroyers to make progress towards the last known location of the Lucretia. He didn't know Innesmann personally, but from what he heard, that old warhorse would never have let a ftl courier error or a black hole prevent communication for over 36 hours. Still, it was typical of Jared to neglect duty shamefully that way.
"Inform the Ambrosia and the Henrietta to load torpedoes. I have a bad feeling about this, and I'd prefer to go in prepared for the worst."
"Aye aye sir."

TWO HOURS LATER....

Battlegroup Tycho arrived, five infintesimal points of light suddenly stretching into the shape of five heavily armed torpedo Duke-class destroyers entered the system, rapidly scanning the area, detecting the Telrosian Fleet and severe gravitic distortions indictative of some kind of black hole or warp rift.
"No sign of the Lucretia...sir, there's some kind of huge warfleet scanning the area the same as us! Unknown configuration.....They're scanning us!"
reported the Lieutenant in panic.
"Calm down, Lieutenant. Pressurize hulls, and go to action stations. Open a Hailing channel with these aliens. Perhaps they are investigating the same as us."
"Aye, sir."

Attention Alien Vessels. This is Battlegroup Tycho of Her Majesty's Star Navy, of the Albian Star Empire. Identify yourselves and your purpose.
We come in peace, but will respond with force if necessary.
-Commodore Buckland

OOC:
Not sure if the Chaos fleet has left or not, but I'm assuming they went to destroy Tarsonis.

Telros

15-10-2006, 22:41

OOC: Ditto
***
The Ship Master stood as the Elite at the sensor station piped up again, his voice nervous. <"Ship Master! We have five unknown ships that have just entered the system. They seem to be primitive in their technology but scans reveal them to be heavily armed with energy weapons. They also have some kind of explosive that we can't identify. They are scanning us!" Another Elite yelled out from the Communications station.

<"We are getting hailed!"> Leyo barked out a loud shout, which quieted the bridge.

<"Enough! You, continue scanning and cross-reference them with out data archives, see if there is any kind of a match. Communications, open the channel. I must initiate the Hal'kesh Directive. Hopefully, whatever race pilots theses ships can help us."> The Elites nodded and set to work. The channel was opened and a strange language was heard harshly blasting out at them. Leyo winced. <"Archivia, can you understand this?"> A similar A.I to the one back at the outpost appeared, but it was a woman this time.

"Indeed I do, it is similar to the language all the A.I.'s such as myself use. Hold on a moment, cross-referencing...." Several tense seconds passed before the message replayed and this time in the language of the A.I.'s, having been translated:

"Attention Alien Vessels. This is Battlegroup Tycho of Her Majesty's Star Navy, of the Albian Star Empire. Identify yourselves and your purpose.
We come in peace, but will respond with force if necessary.
-Commodore Buckland"

Leyo clicked his mandibles in thought. <"Can you translate my response?"> Archivia sighed.

"It would be better if you told me what to say and I reply." He nodded.

<"Very well. Tell this....Commodore Buckland that we come in peace ourselves; that we seek to investigate the black hole over there, and the indications of a battle that took place here. I say we leave out the other part about the evil, we do not know if these people are part of what we are hunting."> She nodded and then sent the reply.

Commodore Buckland, we come in peace. We are only here to investigate the black hole and some indications of a battle. Know that we too are ready to defend ourselves but hope to avoid that outcome.

Once it was sent, she turned to him. "It's away, now we wait for their response."

<"Indeed.">

The sons of tarsonis

15-10-2006, 22:51

Zell palenthos walked down the back ally. He tightened his grip on his blaster pistol. His quarry was here somewhere, yet he couldnt get a lock on it. Probing out with his thoughts, he looked for the call of the Warp again. His neural implants kept the Warp from affecting his mind.

The appearence of Cultists' on the border world was not unexpected. The incident on Korhal had been broadcasted to the Police and Brood forces across the Kingdom. The police had been on high alert with complete psyonic sweeps of the planet every 15 minuits. Anything resembling the Warp was to be hunted down and eradicated.

He was close. The Mindless ravagings of the Warp were broadcasting eradicatly through the beings subconcious. He dashed down a side street and caught site of his quarry ducking into a building. He sent messages calling for back up. And probed into the building. It was then that he noticed what caused the extreme broadcast of the Warp. They cultists on the planet had met. Reports entered his mind of similar instances all over the planet. In each city and town a meating of this magnitude had been discovered. He sent word on down the Mornarian Psylink, Exeterminate this infestation.

As he said that flapping wings sounded the arrival of his back up team. 14 angels in full 6 winged arch angel form landed in a line next to him with swords drawn. The brood was stationed all across the nation, and this planet had atleast 75 thousand Angels alone. He nodded to the Angels and kicked the door open storming inside. The cultists barely had time to react before blaster fire and holy steel ended their pitiful lives.

[NS]Galactic Albia

15-10-2006, 23:08

"Sir, we're recieving some kind of response...it's garbled, and on another kind of wavelength i'm not familliar with, but we should be able to decipher it."

"Good. Relay it through main terminals, if you can."

Commodore Buckland, we come in peace. We are only here to investigate the black hole and some indications of a battle. Know that we too are ready to defend ourselves but hope to avoid that outcome.

Buckland listened to the message carefully. "You're sure thats the correct, full message?"
"Yes sir. Do you think those indications of battle are...?"
"Its possible. A Third party, perhaps....Pirates?"
Buckland's forehead creased in thought.
"Send a reply. Ask them to elaborate on what they mean by signs battle, and suggest we work together for the time being. I have a bad feeling about this..."

Telros

15-10-2006, 23:14

Archivia glanced back up at Leyo after a beep signalled their reply. "Sir, they sent a reply. They want us to clarify exactly what the signs of battle are and have suggested we work together." Leyo paused a moment, blinking, not saying a word. Then he looked carefully at Archivia.

<"Tell them....we detected energy discharges in this system. And thank them for their help."> A moment passed before the A.I. replied.

"Message sent, Ship Master."

The sons of tarsonis

15-10-2006, 23:28

The Sword and Retribution streaked through space as it decelerated from hyperspace. It's pilots mission was to investigate a possible Oblivion attack. The oblivion black hole was not actually a black hole. it only appeared as one, it was actually a rift in the time space contineum which allowed the CHaos legions to leave Oblivion and enter Our Universe. A massive fortress gaurded the rift on the other side.

Draconis glanced down at his scanners. Scrap metal from what looked like a ship floated around aimless. A battle had taken place. But thats not what surprised him. A fleet and a ship had appeared. though by Tarsonis standards the fleet was nothing more than a scouting party. He glanced up from his scanners to see the fleets. Definatly not chaos make....
OOC: note to telros, and albia, my lone Valkary fighter is where your fleet/ships are

Spit break

16-10-2006, 02:26

ZAFT DSSS 2536
Border with Tarsonis space

The small crew of the station was monitering Tersonis space to make sure there ally had every thing going smoothly "sir I got some on sensors" one said to the commander of the station. The commander walked over and looked at the screen "what am I looking for?" he asked "right there sir, we got what looks like Oblivion contacts in sector 977 the edge of there space" he responded to him. The command stood up straight "hmmm what can you hear over open communication channels?" he asked another man while walking over to him "Nothing to much sir standerd radio traffic except for one Cultist sect in there border region" he said "alright send word back to command" he ordered. The man at communications then sent a message to military command.

Wanderjar

16-10-2006, 02:40

His brain was on fire.

"Blood! Blood for me! Kill for Me!" The thought continuously rushed through young Arturous Bail's mind, its cool, sickly voice tainting his thoughts. He fought it, but his young, fifteen year old adolecent mind was scarcely strong enough to contain the torment.

"Get out of my head!" He shrieked, holding his head with his hands, laying on the floor in the fetal position.

"No, little one," It cooed. "Your soul shall be mine! Do not resist the temptations. Ebrace us, and feel true power! We can give you your every desire, your every wish can be made true. Merely ebrace the Ruin!"

"No! I am not going to listen to you foul daemon!" He shrieked again. He had no idea what was happening to him, the monster in his brain twisted his mind in frustration, bringing more agony.

"You shall do my bidding! I AM YOUR MASTER! I AM WAR GIVEN FORM! I AM KHORNE! THE GOD OF BLOOD!

Arturous continued to fight, but he knew he could last little longer....

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The ventalator shafts of the Tarsonis Science platform was wide enough for him to slither through quite easily. He quietly moved through the ship, remembering each room, and corridor. Mapping the faces of the guards and scientists, and picturing their blood spilling before him, and their eyes bulging in terror and oh so glorious fear!

It licked its lips with its biforcated tongue, smelling the air and sensing others like him around. Soon they would make their presence known....

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Yacolae had hoped their brief raid caused some damage. His plans for a hit and run campaign sounded perfect, however time would tell if it truly was or not.

"Time I have," He said to his officers. "We aren't going anywhere." This got laughter from them. "Hell itself does not want us. We are too valuable here!" More insidious laughter poored from the ranks.

"We shall make the Oblivion Cult immortal. For aeons to come, if humanity still lives, they shall cringe at the very thought of us!"

The sons of tarsonis

16-10-2006, 03:13

im confused at whats happening now......i dont use science platforms......

Wanderjar

16-10-2006, 03:14

im confused at whats happening now......i dont use science platforms......

Those special platforms that acted as recon and research ships in Star Craft, I figured you'd have them everywhere since thats how it was in the game.....

Spit break

16-10-2006, 03:17

OOC: not all of his tech is star craft and I dont think he is stupid enough to have un-armed platforms every where.

Wanderjar

16-10-2006, 03:20

OOC: not all of his tech is star craft and I dont think he is stupid enough to have un-armed platforms every where.

...OOC: Good point. :(

The sons of tarsonis

17-10-2006, 02:42

Kevin Kast gaze out over the sea of Analucia. The sun set gracefully in the east, as Kast stood on the balcony of his seaside home. He enjoyed looking out at the sea alone with his thoughts. His wife Sy'wen was tending their newborn Keslia and he had a few moments alone. Sipping his ail he continued to ponder. The Oblivion cult had returned and had try to infest Tarsonis. Mornarian Police had quickley hunter down cultists and exterminated them, but that was only the beginning. They would be back. Demons totally consumed by hate, Soldiers blind to their cause, driven by the blackest evil. Soon that hate would come to Tarsonis, Lives ended, planets destroyed, and the Gods themselves would learn to scream.

He was still lost to his thoughts as two small arms encircled his waist from behind and his wife laid her head on the back of his shoulder. "Do not trouble yourself with the future, but live for the moment." She gently turned him around. "The dawn will bring forth the pain and happenings of life and hate, but for now the night is young."

Kast drew his wife in close and they stood there clasping onto eachother, hoping that this wouldnt be the last time they saw eachother. Kast was being called back to duty, the sudden appearance of the Oblivion Cult had cut short his leave. He gently lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "The night is young, and so are we." She jumped up onto him and kissed him wrapping her legs around him. God he loved her so. He held her close to him carrying her into their bedroom.

Spit break

17-10-2006, 03:05

Unknown Location
17:00 hours
Armory One (L1 Colony Cluster)

A new special forces team has been assembled a total of 9 members its leader was the legendary Athrun Zala, The Red Knight of Justice, The Hero of Apsalus prime. The team was infront of a hanger as the Chairman of the PLANTs , the chairman of the national defence committee, and other high ranking officials walked in front of them. The hanger doors where closed and it was a warm day (usually was). The supreme chairman Gilbert Durandal stepped forward "ladies and Gentlmen I had Athrun pick a team because we need new blood in the special forces and your it except for you veterens, there is also a reason why your here at Armory One and for that I turn it over to Patrick Zala" he said waving his hand in Patricks direction "Thank you sir, now for the past while are R&D has been working on a top secret mobile suit, ship, and technology project. This project was only known by a select few and any one that came in contact with the R&D site was screened. This project was called Wolf pack and you are the first to see the new Special Forces mobile suits." he said as he lead them inside to the dark hanger they theen closed and locked the door and they took them down a elevator two levels. They finally reached the bottom floor and went to area S. They entered the large hanger and the door closed and they all stopped. Patrick Zala turned to face him "Lights!!" he yelled then the lights turned on to reveal 9 sleek black mobile suits that had a red a yellow trim "I give you the Delta DreadFire are new Special Forces suits and your the first team to get them You ships will also be new as we prepare to upgrade all units within ZAFT with the new suits, The Alpha and Omega DreadFire" he said.

The sons of tarsonis

17-10-2006, 03:11

OOC: im curious, what exactly is different about these suits. i mean, you can put faster engines in them, but in the end handeling is the same, a weapons are the same, what makes these so special?

Spit break

17-10-2006, 03:14

OOC: The special ops weapons are new (most) and the mass production models dont die with one shot, like other models they have there shields nad other defences but newer weapons and some secret tech(s) that you will see show up later.

The sons of tarsonis

17-10-2006, 03:17

but their essentially the same thing as all other MS's

Spit break

17-10-2006, 03:21

OOC: not at all we always improve on them, Increased response time, increased power output, increase the menuvering, We make them better each time and there is a few last suprises in the wolf pack project

The sons of tarsonis

17-10-2006, 03:25

*shrug* i gotcha

Spit break

17-10-2006, 03:26

OOC: good once land combat comes in ZAFTs new toys will show up

Telros

19-10-2006, 01:32

As Leyo waited with Archivia for the reply from Commodore Buckland, a beeping noise sounded at the Sensor station and the Elite on station there tapped a few holographic keys, and information swirled over the screens. Eventually, the numbers and strange symbols stopped changing rapidly and coalesced into information. The Elite gazed at it for a few moments, before calling over it's officer, who leaned in and, after staring at the information for a long moment, nodded at the Elite. Patting it's shoulder, signalling it had done a good job, it turned and, putting it's arms behind it's back, walked up to Leyo and the A.I.

<"Pardon me, Ship Master, but I have something to report."> The golden Elite paused, glancing one at Archivia before nodding.

<"Speak."> The officer nodded.

<"We have just detected yet another ship, of an unknown design, that has entered the system. It is only several meters away from us."> Leyo clicked his mandibles thoughtfully and began to pace.

<"Has any contact been reached?">

<"No, we have just detected them."> The Ship Master sighed.

<"Very well then, open a channel with them. Archivia, keep waiting for a response from the Commodore. I shall take care of this new entry."> He nodded at the officer and began to walk towards the communication console. As they moved, the officer began to speak quietly with him.

<"I just had a thought, sir. What if they were the ones who had destroyed the ship that was here? And have sent this ship to see what is left and if any visitors, like us, have come? They could send in a fleet and-"> Leyo held up a hand.

<"Supreme Commander Tar'kesh has already briefed me on the possibility, I am aware of it."> His eyes hardened. <"If they seek battle with us, we shall show them the way of Holy Telros!"> His fist clenched a moment, then he relaxed and nodded towards the communication console.

<"After you."> The officer bowed and took a seat; his fingers rapidly scattered over the holokeys, soft tones sounding as he touched them. Soon, a beeping tone sounded that the channel was ready.

<"Ready, sir. And it will be translated into the language the A.I.'s use*(aka English)."> Leyo nodded and then began to speak.

<"Greetings unknown traveler. I am Ship Master Leyo of the Confederacy of Telros, Battle Group Three. We ask you to state your nation and your business for being here."> Nodding, he looked back at the officer, who muted the channel.

<"Yes, Ship Master?">

<"Alert the Commodore about this new entry as well and see what he thinks. Tell Archivia to send the message. I'll handle this."> The officer nodded and ran off to Archivia, eager to do his duty. Leyo sat in his chair and put his hands in a steeple. He hoped to Telros that this wouldn't become his fears realized.....

Spit break

19-10-2006, 02:02

The team went into a underground training room in there new mobile suits to test them out. They team "decided" to see who could beat who with the saber training simulator. It was a good thing that it was only a simulation or the suits would have been hacked to pieces. Slowly one team member after another lost out to the veterns, One rookie got a hit on Rusty the guy was taken out about 2.5 seconds later by Rusty. In the end it was Mu and Athrun battling it out. But before they could find out who was better Patrick Zala ended the simulation "Sorry to interupt but we do have new ships to show you" he said over the communications system. The team stood down even though the team would joke about who should have won. The Team was lead to a Mobile suit elevator to the surface, The team slowly got in one by one and closed the door. Minutes later they were top side in a hanger they then walked outside to the dockside the dark suits stood out among other mobile suits around but it made no difference, out if front of them was a rather large battle ship in a dry dock that was new to them it was a new class of ship. Patrick Zala got back on the communications "As you can see this is a new class, let me introduce you to the Hiller class heavy battle ship, It has more power then any ship its size and will prove use full to us in future conflicts" He said. Chatter over the comm from the team member about how awsome the ship looked "Interesting colors" Jade said, "Rusty I don't know whats more orange that ship or your hair" Athrun said jokingly "hahahahaha not funny Athrun" he said back.

[NS]Galactic Albia

19-10-2006, 23:37

Commodore Buckland thumped the communications console. Of all the times to malfunction!
"Sir, we've got mai- i mean, incoming transmissions." reported the Lieutenant.
"Hmm? What? Another unknown alien vessel? What is this, an Intergalactic Convention?" fumed the Commodore as he read the report from their recently accquired allies, the Telrosians.
"Send a message to this fighter, in conjunction with that sent by our....allies. State that the...disaster in this sector happened to one of our ships, and we are investigating it in conjunction with gravitic distortions believed to be that of a Black Hole. I want to hear why they're here, and if it doesn't square...well, i'm sure a single fighter can be handled by our allies. We won't need to expend our fusion warheads on such a target."
Buckland frowned, angry at himself for not maintaining coolness in this situation, and told himself mentally to calm down, get a grip, else his anger will start reflecting into his command staff, and mistakes might be made.
And this was definitely no time for even slight errors.

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 00:22

Draconis was startled by the sudden beeping on his computer, a warning flashed up that his fighter was being scanned. He laughed allowed Definatly not Chaos ships, He flipped on his own scanner. Soon schematics came back, none of them matched a ship on the Tarsonian Archive. I wonder if I should raise shields... Probably not a good idea. Could be taken as a sign of aggression. A new beeping distracted him. The high pitched wir of the communications sensors made him laugh even more. "Now I'm positive their not Chaos ships." He flicked on the speakers to hear the message.

Greetings unknown traveler. I am Ship Master Leyo of the Confederacy of Telros, Battle Group Three. We ask you to state your nation and your business for being here

Draconis was about to respond when the communications sensors wirred again. Flicking on the speakers for this message Draconis sat back. The other ship, from the Albian Empire, a nation Draconis had heard of in his exploits but had never encountered. A ship, believed to have been lost due to distortions from the black hole... boy we're they in for a surprise. He flicked a switched activating subspace coms to both ships, they'd have to adjust their scannars, to recieve it.

"I am Draconis, Leader of the Brood of Darkness, I have been sent here on recon by the Kingdom of Tarsonis. This sector is dangerous, the ship you claim to have lost here, was most likely destroyed, not by system failures, but by a Fleet unlike the which you have ever encountered."

Draconis sent the message and sat back waiting for the response....this should be good.

[NS]Galactic Albia

20-10-2006, 00:31

Buckland waited patiently as the clunky translation machinery whirred, and the response was played back in a rough translation.
"Brood of Darkness? Is this correct? And a Fleet "the likes of which we have never known"? Who are these clowns?" Buckland scowled, counting to ten and going through his breathing excercises. This was not going to be an easy day for him.
"State that, with all respect, we require more information and proof that this...fleet...did so, and that the identity of this unknown fleet be revealed, so that justice might be done for the destruction of our light cruiser."
"Aye Sir!"
Buckland massaged his temples, and wondered just what was going on here. Thousands of light years of empty black void between Albia and everywhere else, and suddenly galactic powers emerging from the galactic woodworks.
He sighed. He was not looking forward to the Report he'd have to make on all this when he got back to Port Morne.

Telros

20-10-2006, 00:37

Leyo sat at his station, waiting for an reply. As he did so, a yell went up from the Sensor station. <"Ship Master, they are scanning us!"> The Ship Master glanced over at Archivia.

<"If you don't mind, Archivia?"> Her melodious voice sounded from the main console.

<"Already done, sir. Our shielding will block most of our structure, technology, the works. They can only get a basic report, what we will allow them to know."> He nodded. Then his console beeped, as he recieved a reply. Reading the message, he sighed.

<"A Brood of Darkness? What a....strange name....and a Fleet which we have never known? Must be referring to that threat we have been hunting..."> Opening the channel again, he sent a reply.

<"We ask for information on this fleet you have mentioned, and proof of it's existance."> Then he sent off the reply and waited for the response.

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 00:40

Galactic Albia;11832182']Buckland waited patiently as the clunky translation machinery whirred, and the response was played back in a rough translation.
"Brood of Darkness? Is this correct? And a Fleet "the likes of which we have never known"? Who are these clowns?" Buckland scowled, counting to ten and going through his breathing excercises. This was not going to be an easy day for him.
"State that, with all respect, we require more information and proof that this...fleet...did so, and that the identity of this unknown fleet be revealed, so that justice might be done for the destruction of our light cruiser."
"Aye Sir!"
Buckland massaged his temples, and wondered just what was going on here. Thousands of light years of empty black void between Albia and everywhere else, and suddenly galactic powers emerging from the galactic woodworks.
He sighed. He was not looking forward to the Report he'd have to make on all this when he got back to Port Morne.

Draconis typed into his onboard computer bringing up all information on the Chaos legions. Ship Designs and schemattics from captured war ships, including the Planet Killer. A detailed report about Blood marines Warp Spawn Demons of every Shape and size, Heretics. It would be enough to turn any normal man numb. He pulled up battle reports of battles In Which Tarsonis defeated the Chaos Legions. He aslo included information of the Black hole. And what it truely was. and he sent the information to both fleets.

"Take notice gentlemen, of an army forged in the depths of Hell"

Telros

20-10-2006, 00:50

Leyo recieved the information and looked at Archivia, who was staring at it hungrily. Smiling to himself, he nodded. <"Yes, you may begin to process it, archive it and do what you wish with it. However, make three copies. Send one to the High Council, one to the Supreme Commander, and one for myself. I want a full report on what we face after you are done."> She nodded and then vanished, her eyes almost glowing when she left.

Turning to the Elite officer, he said. <"You now have the task of monitoring any responses to the Commodore. Inform me if anything changes."> Then, once he turned, he began to send another message.

<"As horrible as these beings are, the light of Telros is pure and will keep those under his wings safe. The light will burn away the unclean and remove the threat of evil from this galaxy once and for all! I thank you for your aid, you have done well to inform us of this. However, I think I will be staying to investigate things a bit more thoroughly. Ship Master Leyo, out."> He then cut off the channel and moved back to his chair in the center of the bridge and began to think about what he was to do....

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 00:54

Draconis typed into his onboard computer bringing up all information on the Chaos legions. Ship Designs and schemattics from captured war ships, including the Planet Killer. A detailed report about Blood marines Warp Spawn Demons of every Shape and size, Heretics. It would be enough to turn any normal man numb. He pulled up battle reports of battles In Which Tarsonis defeated the Chaos Legions. He aslo included information of the Black hole. And what it truely was. and he sent the information to both fleets.

"Take notice gentlemen, of an army forged in the depths of Hell"

OOC: Allow me to do this.

IC:

A soldier had to leave the room as he prepared to throw up. Others gasped in horror at the screen shots of what they saw. Men, horribly mutated with horns growing from their skulls, dead and decaying skin, yet the "person" if you could really call it that, was still alive.

Many of these ships were desecrated versions of captured ships from the Red Empire. However, the "Planet Killer", as it was called, seemed impossible. Something that big, that powerful, simply couldn't be built.....in human space. The Warp knew no bounds, something the Tarsonis soldiers would need to learn, and fast! If they wanted to live....

Even more terrible things began to show up on screen, things before not known. Amongthese the Black stone Fortress, and most horribly, the Blood Thirster, which the Tarsonis intelligence Department managed to find a picture of from a survivor of the Waldenburg massacre. The image of the blood thirster was terrible. Taken from the air by a retreating aircraft, it shows a Waldenburg soldier being brutally killed by the even more horrific demon. And finally, Garviel the Bloody, the only known picture, was shown...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:BlackstoneFortress.jpg

http://kofler.dot.at/40k/units/Black_Legion_Planet_Killer.gif

http://protoscape.com/peter/abaddon.jpg

http://www.wallpapers-zone.com/wallpapers/jeux_video/warhammer_40000_dawn_of_war/warhammer_40000_dawn_of_war_005.jpg

The soldiers who had not fought in that war, now knew what they faced....

Telros

20-10-2006, 01:16

OOC: Hey, Wanderjar, mind if we get some Chaos here to start some combat? Me and Albian are just about ready to go rabid....=P Oh, and the post is fine.
****
Leyo paused as images flashed all over the screens, taking the place of the normal information with horrible images, and demonic depravity at it's worst. The soldiers quailed and even one had to leave to be violently sick. However, something happened that distracted them from it. Archivia, having appeared once more, began singing an ancient Sangheili hymn about Telros, and it's calm, yet strong melody strengthened the wills of the Elites and kept the fear, anger, and disgust at bay. Leyo had clenched his fists to fight the urges the images brought but he calmed down with the music as well.

<"Thank you, Archivia. Telros's Wings, that is harsh. Are you done with the information?"> She nodded quietly. <"Then send the copies to High Charity and Tar'kesh's command ship. They will need to know this. And advise them to have the hymns being sung while viewing them."> She nodded and proceeded to send them to their destinations. He leaned back and gazed at the picture of the Bloodthirster, killing an innocent soldier.

<"So many killed...and they have returned. Telros, guide my hand, for I shall never waver in the line of duty. The faithful shall be rewarded with eternal life and the heretics be washed away in holy flame..."> He began to recite the holy chant of all officers in the Navy, to help calm his raging mind.
****
At the military outpost, an Elite in crimson armor, and a cloak the same color stood gazing out into space. He had several scars on his body and armor, and a few dents. His eyes showed his experienced as a full-blown warrior. A Telrosian Militiaman came up and kneeled. Tar'kesh, the Supreme Commander of the entire military, paused and rumbled out. <"What is it?">. The Militiaman stood up, and Tar'kesh could see he was shaking.

<"Sir....w-we have recieved a report from Ship Master Leyo, he has found info on the great enemy our great and Holy High Priestess has seen in her visions. They just came on the screens and....in his name!"> The man began weeping and the Supreme Commander put a hand on his shoulder.

<"Take me to the bridge."> The soldier nodded and led him. As soon as he neared the bridge, the sounds of hymns were heard and when the door opened, what he saw was something he would never forget. The images blasted deep into his mind, shaking him and only his iron will kept his face from showing it.

<"Soldier! Send a message to the High Council about th-">

He was interrupted by an officer with haunted eyes. <"No need, sir. Leyo said he took care of that."> Tar'kesh paused.

<"Prepare the fleet for Slipspace transition. I am sending backup for Leyo. I will be going personally. This coming conflict is going to take all that we can spare.">
****
At the capital of Telros V, High Charity....

Selucia sat at the head of the table, which for the first time since it's foundation, the entire table was silent. The images hit him and Selucia began to sing a short hymn to get everyone calm and ready to think. "As you can see, we have found the threat foretold of in the prophecies." An Elite spoke up, wearing silver armor. <"My lady, shouldn't we consult them about this, the tablets?">

"That has been done already. Look, to get past all the chit-chat and politics, we need to start mobilization. We are going to be fighting the beings of pure evil, demonic beings who ca corrupt our people with their mere presence. Therefore, the clergy will be sent to reinforce our force and keep an eye on the worlds. Meanwhile, the military is to gear up and all of the Confederacy is to be put under martial law, as well as all industries and farms to be under our control. Inform the battle fleets: We are at war."

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 01:45

Kast sighed as he stepped onto the transporter platform. So much evil and war in this Universe, must Tarsonis always be involved. The platform opperator flipped a switch. "Datalus 5 to beam up"

"Roger Korhal Command, transporter rooms ready.

One instant Kast was on Korhal the next he was onboard the STSS Datalus which hovered some 1000 kilometers above Korhal, in the cold depths of space.

He walked out of the room and already his aides were handing him info. He flipped through it. The 1st Battle Fleet and 7th Tactical were mobilizing, the 5th battle and 2nd and 3rd tactical were being held in reserve. He entered the lift that would take him to teh bridge.

30 secconds later the lift came to the bridge and he stepped out.

"ATTENTION ON DECK!" The master at arms called out. and every one stopepd what they were doing and came to attention.

Kast nodded. "As you were" and everyone resumed their task.

"sir we've been given clearance to move to Draconis' location. Hes currently at the Rift. He's encountered some ships there but not much."

Kast nodded, "make it so then. And he went into his quarters that adjoined the bridge.

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:11

OOC: Thank you :D

IC:

And then, it happened.

With the force of hell behind their terrible juggernaught, the Fleets of Chaos sprang forth from the depths of the Warp, ready to envelope the Tarsonis Homeworld.

Hundreds of battleships were deployed, and instantly, thousands of Hell-Tongue fighters were released, moving to take out enemy ships shields and critical systems, while others went to launch missiles and torpedoes into enemy hangerbays, hopefully preventing them from doing the same.

Almost a thousand people across Tarsonis, corrupted by the demons foul whispers and temptations, rose up and began ruthlessly attacking fellow citizens and police forces across the world.

Hell would now come to Tarsonis.

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 02:13

woah wait a seccond, i got a fighter abia has a fleet and telros has a ship at the entrence of your universe into ours....how did you get all the way through tarsonis space with out crushing them....

Telros

20-10-2006, 02:14

OOC: Fleet actually, with more on the way. =P

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:18

woah wait a seccond, i got a fighter abia has a fleet and telros has a ship at the entrence of your universe into ours....how did you get all the way through tarsonis space with out crushing them....

OOC: In the warp, it doesn't matter. It doesn't work the way that normal space does. And also, what do you mean by this "Black Hole"?

There is no specific entrance to the warp. A ship has what is called a Warp Drive, which allows it to move through space and time into the warp. There is no entrance there.

Telros

20-10-2006, 02:19

OOC: A question, that I have. If he has people to look for Chaos stuff, and his...Moranians, were they, then how did thousands get corrupted? It hasn't been that long since this started....

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:26

OOC: A question, that I have. If he has people to look for Chaos stuff, and his...Moranians, were they, then how did thousands get corrupted? It hasn't been that long since this started....

OOC: The mere presence of a Chaos worshipper brings the essence of Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh into the material realm. This essence is all encompassing, making people become enticed by it. Therefore, it is probable that over a thousand people are not discovered, as one would not know that the Taint it there, unless that person is an Inquisitor, much like his Moranians. However, it is also known that one can never know the true extent of a taint until it is made manifest.

Basically: Chaos is all consuming. You cannot stop it entirely.

Basically, Tarsonis had better kill all the chaos worshippers quickly, and pray that we don't spill large amounts of blood.....if we do, then one of these will be summoned:

http://uk.games-workshop.com/chaosspacemarines/miniature-gallery/images/greater-daemon-khorne.jpg

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:26

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:26

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 02:26

Spit break

20-10-2006, 02:40

OOC: time for a little ass whooping, ZAFT style hehehe

Word reached ZAFT military command and a fleet was mobilized, a threat had shown back up and it was time to crush it once and for all. But ZAFT forces did not have there new mobile suits yet except for Athruns team which was sent as well. Athruns team was comprised of 4 new Hiller battleships and 1 Trudeau class carrier. But like all ZAFT operations they needed force the 1st,3rd, and 5th Mobile fleets were sent now fleet classification had a mobile fleet definded as "A fleet in which atleast one Black Hamer is or will be in it and has more then 1500 ships of any size" of course all mobile fleets were ships of all sizes. Even though new ships and mobile suits where not in the fleet the entire fleet had one piece of new tech, ZAFTs new interphase cloaking the fleet could pass right through solid matter and energy making the fleet un attackable even if detected.

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 03:17

STSS DATALUS: HIGH ORBIT OVER KORHAL

Kast had just sat down in his quarters waiting for the Jump to hyperspace when Zell Mathalia burst into his room. "UH SIR YOU BETTER GET OUT HERE!"

Kast ran onto the bridge, staring out at the glass what he saw made his facial expression change to one of horror. Chaos......here? He quickly ragained his compusure....and dashed to his chair flipping open a consul in which there was a red button. He smashed it down. THe preprogramed defense initiative was activated.

A coded message went out to all ships warning them of danger to the homeworld. Planetary shields went up. The thousands of defense platforms that orbited Korhal came online and instantly started targeting non-friendly signals. Red aleart was sounded on all ships in range. Only the 1st Battle and 7th Tactical. Saxons blared on all ships as pilots ran to their ships and crewmembers ran to their battle stations. The call was sent out for Mornarians to establish psyshields around their respective ships that would protect agaisnt warp jumps onto the ships.

The Statistics for the Tarsonian Forces are as follows

7th Tactical and Exploration Fleet.Flagship: STSS Datulus. (Mornarian UltimaX carriar, Contains 500 Valkary Combat Fighters)
2 Regular UltimaX Carriars. (600 Wraith fighters per Carriar)
8 Hyperion Class BC
10 Alexander Class BC
12 Hyperion Class BC
25 Valkarious Class Missle Frigates
25 Corsair Class Intercepter Frigates
35 Heavily armoured Dropships
1200 Wraith fighters.
510 Mornarian Pilots
1250 Elite Pilots
7 Million Crew Members

1st Battle Fleet.

Flaghship: STSS Retribution.
150 Behemoth class BC's
125 Alexander class BC's
100 Hyperion class Bc's
75 Hunter Killer Class Battlestars.
100 UltimaX carriars
50 mornarian class Ultima Carriars
400 Corsair intercepter Frigates
500 Valkarious missle Frigates
200 Wave runner intercepter Frigates.
60000 Wraith Fighters.
25000 Valkary fighters.
60050 wraith pilots.
25050 mornarian pilots
15 million crew members.

KORHAL

Nicoli Rapier dashed into King Cerifis's office. Cerifis jumped up with a start at seeing his Secretary of War short of breath come bursting unannounced.

"The chaos...their.....their HERE! The Datalus activated the defence initiative. "

Cerifis went to the balcony as planetary shields went up and Airraid sirens started. People cleared the streets as the 25th Mobile infantry rolled through. Orbital guns on the surface came online as well as automated anti aircraft turrets. Blaster fire erupted down below and Cerifis looked down at the Mobile Infantry, engaging Tarsonis civilians. Cerifis was about to do something when he heard the Civilians screaming "Blood for the BLOOD GOD" Thankfully they were only around 50 and they were quickly mowed down.

25th Armoured Infantry division.
5000 Acrilite Seige Tanks
25000 Panzar 16 tanks
50000 Goliath Mech Battle Suits.
1 Million Marine Infantry
10000 Mornarian ground infantry

STSS REVENGE: HIGH ORBIT OVER KORHAL

Merdica ran to the bridge when the defense intitiative had been instituted. Fighters were already pouring out of carriars, the Psyshields against the warps being put up. Crewmembers arming them selves, Marines Strapping up. He gazed out at the chaos fleet. "Do you think they want to negotiate?" A few crew members of the crew laughed. "Send them our terms colenal."

"Aye sir, All ships FIRE AT WILL" The 1st battle fleet opened fire with a suprememe bombardment. Fighters flew out to engage.

The 7th Tactical fleet, quickley followed suit.

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 03:21

um wanderjar.....nice quadruple post there lol

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 03:22

um wanderjar.....nice quadruple post there lol

:D

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 03:32

Draconis sighed, this was boring. He had sent the info and the other two nations were collaborating on it, but there was really nothing here...Sudennely his cockpit started flashing red. He checked his com, Defense Initiative activated. Draconis coughed. Without notifying the other ships, he quickly reeled around and entered hyperspace headed for korhal.

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 03:37

The sons of tarsonis

20-10-2006, 03:43

Kast noticed one ship breaking away from the Chaos fleet. Obviously the ship planned to do something important. "all 7th fleet attack that ship"

"aye sir"

The whole of thee 7th tac changed its target to that one ship.

Wanderjar

20-10-2006, 03:44

[NS]Galactic Albia

20-10-2006, 12:26

Buckland watched with grim horror at the images flashing across the display screen. Either this was the sickest, most elaborate hoax played by an alien race, or there was something seriously....warped out there, that had probably destroyed the Lucretia. He just hoped these....daemons, for that was what they resembled....had not had time to torture the crew. He shuddered at the thought of fighting these horrors.
Somewhere behind him came the sound of something being violently sick. He ignored it.
"Lieutenant...If you are fit for duty, I need you to take a copy of all that has transpired here, and escort the FTL Courier back to Port Morne. Even if all this is....a hoax, we cannot take that risk. There are strange and frightening things out here. We must warn the Empire of what is beginning to manifest out here... We must be prepared."
"Sir...the uh, Fighter is leaving. Its using some sort of- its gone, sir. I've never seen FTL propulsion like it. It looks like some sort of space-folding technique, but it was too small and brief to be properly analyzed."
The Commodore marvelled at his bridge crew's efficency. Despite having been violently ill and unmanned mere seconds ago, they were still able to preform theirduty, and conduct a detailed, professional scan of the fleeing fighter.
"Damn. Well, you heard the orders I gave. Good Luck, Lieutenant. I am sure Commodore Jared will commend you for your fine service."
The Lieutenant rose unsteadily from his console, and gave a crisp salute, before proceeding to the stairwell, and the Hangar Bay, where he and two other fighter pilots would escort the FTL Courier Drone back to base. In a few hours, Port Morne would recieve the information, and in a few days, the Inner Worlds would know about this dire threat.
But there was still much left for Battlegroup Tycho to do.
Signalling to the Telrosian Fleet their intent to begin scanning for other, similar gravitic distortions, and use the information given to find these...Agents of Chaos.... and then, deliver the Empress's Justice to this alien agressors.
"Signal to all ships. Set a course for the Scutum Arm. Let's see whats out there, and avenge the Lucretia."
The bridge crew all shuddered silently. They were hunting these horrors how, and, bound by the duty of a Hunter Battlegroup, they could not retreat, could swerve nor delay their hunt untill the enemy had been found and confronted. Even if that meant going hundreds if not thousands of light years from the Empire.
"Engage."

Telros

20-10-2006, 20:05

Leyo sat in his chair, finishing up the recital of the chant and was calm. The images had gone away and the constant music of the hymns was being sent over the comm, to help the soldiers regain their courage and will. Once that was done, they were ready to begin. An aide walked up. <"Orders, sir?"> The Ship Master thought a moment and was about to reply when a call came from Communications.

<"Ship Master! We are being hailed by the Hand of Telros! Tar'kesh is here! As is the rest of the fleet!"> Leyo snapped to attention. The Supreme Commander had come himself? This was most interesting.

<"Open a channel, immediately!"> The order was followed and soon Tar'keshs aged face appeared on the screen.

<"Leyo, I see you have uncovered a hornets nest of trouble."> He nodded.

<"You recieved my information package?"> The Supreme Commander grunted in affirmation.

<"Indeed. I have new orders, straight from the High Council and Selucia herself. I am to rendevous with you, bringing the rest of the fleet sent to the outpost with. The rest of Battle Group Three will be sent to the outpost for reinforcements."> His eyes burrowed into Leyo. <"War has been declared, Leyo. I am to lead the major push to annihilate these dark beings and ensure that no being is corrupted by it's influence. All the Battle Groups have been notified, the economy has been set to war status and martial law is declared, we literally run the nation now."> Leyo gulped.

<"What are we to do then?"> Tar'kesh replied.

<"We will hunt down these vermin and cleanse them from the galaxy. Once the outpost has been fortified enough, the rest of our Battle Group with rendevous with us, and help us in our quest. For now, we hunt. Have you the coordinates of any of these...Chaos forces?"> The Ship Master shook his head.

<"No, Great One, I-"> Another yell interrupted him.

<"Sir, we have a message from the Commodore!"> Tar'kesh clicked his mandibles together.

<"Your ally, I presume?"

<"Yes."> Turning to the Elite who had yelled, he nodded. <"Go ahead."> The Elite nodded.

<"He is intending to hunt down these beings and look for other gravitic distortions. He is going to hunt them down."> Tar'kesh interjected before Leyo could.

<"Then tell him we shall follow. And that he will be talking to me now, as I am taking command of this theatre. May Telros be with us."> The fleet, now numbering around twenty-four ships, led by the Hand of Telros, followed after the Albians, joining in their allies hunt for the dark evil that was Chaos.

Spit break

21-10-2006, 01:09

The ZAFT fleet under its new Interphase cloaking hyper spaced into the sector over 7,500 ships strong plus the newly constructed space fortress named Victroy. The fleet looked on at the battle they now had the numbers to help and would get the jump on there enemy. There new cloak was still undetectable and would be there advantage it gave there forces time to get to battle stations and for Victory to find a target. Victory it self was built using ZAFTs artificial astroid building technique each fortress looked different so it was easy to see if one was new. On the Bridge of the Black Hammer officers and commanders looked on at the battle "shall we join in?" one asked "soon" replied one.

Xessmithia

21-10-2006, 04:24

Captain Obulu yawned and took a long sip from his mug of coffee. He was returning from a long trading tour on his ship Honey Pot, one of the uncountable Core Yardworks' SHF-101 heavy freighters (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/Xessmithia/TachyonTheFringe/Heavy_FighterIMG.jpg) plying the starlanes. It also happened to be that Honey Pot was one of the older ones still flying, and she moved with a speed appropriate of her age. As such it didn't surprise Obulu when the automatic safeties cut in to drop them from hyperspace when they were almost on top of a gravity well.

"Did the nav computer malfunction?" Obulu asked, his voice showing more annoyance than worry.

"It doesn't seem to be, the star charts we got were probably wrong and didn't have this mass on it." The navigator replied while checking over his console displays. "Though it is weird that anyone would miss a gravity signature this big, it's stellar scale."

That got Obulu's interest, "Is there a star nearby?"

"According the charts we got last stop the nearest one is five parsecs away, let me check the scopes to see if there's one in system."

Obulu sighed, he supposed that a properly maintained ship would have scanned for stellar bodies automaticaly, but Honey Pot was anything but properly maintained.

"Fuck that's strange, no star in system. We're in interstellar space." The navigator let out at last.

"So what the hell created that gravity well then?" Obulu demanded. He never got the answer, for at that moment a ship had appeared and wasting no time, reduced Obulu and Honey Pot to a slowly expanding ball of gas.

Spit break

21-10-2006, 18:48

OOC: so every one is here now in Tarsonis space? how fun

The captain looked on, all he could see is black "how far are we from where the battle should be?" he asked "we are within combat range sir!" a officer said "Vary well have the fleet de-cloak and launch all fighters and mobile suits" The captain ordered. Over at the fleet wide comm station the officer said it simple "All hands Condition Red has been issued, Condition Red HAS BEEN ISSUED!, Pilots prepare for launch" and then the massive fleet de-cloaked and fighters and mobile suits began swarming from the fleet then Victory did what it always did and de-cloaked last. It could be seen easily and was a strong force. "Sir we got ships above us" CIC reported "there probably allies so dont worry about it" captain Martin DaCosta told the head of the Balck Hammers CIC.

Telros

21-10-2006, 18:50

OOC: Me and Albian aren't, we are at the black hole since Tarsonis's fighter didnt tell us anything when it left.

Spit break

21-10-2006, 18:54

OOC: ok well hope you guys show up soon this should be a interesting battle, ah man I wanna see the look on the face of Captain Obulu when he see's a massive fleet appear right infront of him

Telros

21-10-2006, 18:57

OOC:...Obulu's not there...and hes dead, if you read his post.

Spit break

21-10-2006, 19:00

OOC: oh so he is dead, guess i get to kill who killed him, since i know it wasn't me

The sons of tarsonis

21-10-2006, 23:50

*bump*

Spit break

22-10-2006, 00:00

DaCosta looked on at the battle up ahead "well we came in time lets see who is in command of tarsonis forces hail the lead tarsonis ship" he ordered "communications channel is open sir go ahead" the communications officer responded "Ths is captain Martin DaCosta of ZAFTs first mobile fleet to tarsonis flag ship please respond" was his simple message.

Spit break

22-10-2006, 05:08

*bump*

Spit break

23-10-2006, 13:53

*bump*

Spit break

25-10-2006, 02:44

*bump*

Xessmithia

25-10-2006, 04:24

Commander Herbert Stevens was frowning as he watched the news report about the destruction of Honey Pot, he was the one responsible for watching that sector of space and he hadn't noticed anything.

He cursed himself silently. Ever since he got "transfered" from Zeruel to his current station on a remote scanning post for his part acting against the former Captain Hohman during the Polgen Incident he had dedicated himself to clear his unfairly tarnished name, but he failed in stopping this attack.

He got up of his couch and went to his kitchen to get a drink. He had just removed a beer from his fridge when his phone rang. He quickly answered, the call was voice only, "Commander Stevens how would like a command?" the voice said. Stevens smiled.

Xessmithia

26-10-2006, 04:57

Commander Stevens lay back in the reclining chair he was in. He'd never been aboard an executive shuttle flight before, he was impressed.

"Comfortable Commander?" A Navy Admiral named Yliz Garland asked.

"Quite comfortable sir." Stevens responded, "So what's so special about me getting a command that I get to be whisked back to Caralon on a private shuttle?"

Star Patrol Admiral Quincy Policton answered, "We're giving you one of the first new ships of type of ship we think is perfect for Star Patrol's needs. Admiral Garland and Space Marshall Meers are here because these ships have a firepower equall to a Star Patrol battleship but are only the size of a cruiser."

"How'd R and D manage that?" Stevens asked.

Garland answered, "A new more effecient reactor design coupled with plenty of extra neutrino radiators. The navy's using them in our new star dreadnought design the Nightingale-B class."

Stevens nodded, "Isn't that kind of stuff beyond my pay grade?"

Policton shook his head, "Not anymore," he handed Stevens a small jewlery box, "You're now officially a Commodore in Star Patrol. A promotion long overdue since your former Captain Hohman was purposefully holding you back from reaching Captain yourself. Your actions during the Polgen Incident would have cleared you into Commodore if weren't for beuracratic embarassment."

Stevens was stunned, he was just looking forward to being back on starship, commanding one was just a bonus when he first got the news, he didn't even expect to be promoted at all let alone by two ranks. He barely managed to stumble out the words, "Thank you sir." as he took the jewlery box.

Policton nodded, "You deserve it." At that moment the pilot came back into the compartment.

"We've arrived sirs." He said then moved back to the cockpit.

Policton smiled hungrily, Stevens glanced at the other officers and noticed they all had similar grins. He glanced out the window and noticed the sleek lines of warship exiting the Caralon mega-gate.

Stevens stared in awe as the magnificent ship slowly thrusted its way out of the gate and into clear space. "She's beutiful."

"She is as that Commodore Stevens, and she's all yours," Stevens barely heard Policton as the name of the vessel came into view, "She's the Battlestar Galactica."

The sons of tarsonis

27-10-2006, 03:09

nice....Bring in the Galactica. okay anyway, im goin off air for a while, im going to work on my Factbook, im reducing my ship numbers, and calrifying my claims. Should be done in about a week.

Spit break

27-10-2006, 03:58

OOC: not bad but not even the Galactica can match my new ZAFT battle star (coming soon to this battle when it starts)

The ZAFT fleet moved in closer to the battle on the bridge of the Black Hammer every one was on edge "Sir you do know are fighter compliment is low and might not be able to take on the enemy fighters right?" a officer said from the CIC "No I did not but if are fighters left the ship they will be back with the fleet, there have been alot of rumors around the armory one military colony that about new fighters, carriers and other ships for the past while" DaCosta said. A CIC officer then turned to face DaCosta "Sir no sign the enemy has seen us its rather odd they are holding position and green eight bravo three no idea why" he said "hmmm what are they waiting for, damnit and what does the homeland have planned? giving us such a small fighter compliment in such a large operation" DaCosta said to the others around him.

Spit break

27-10-2006, 21:58

*bump*

Xessmithia

28-10-2006, 19:30

Stevens was vastly enjoying the tour of his new command. He's already put in his request for Walter Ambrose as his XO, he was with him on Zeruel and he greatly admired the wolf's capabilities.

"And here we come to Galactica's port flight pod. We have a full wing of Viper's, a Valkyrie and a squadron of Longeyes in each pod." His quide said, "We also have manufacturing capabilites for replacing losses."

"It said in my briefing that Group Captain Freemon is the CSG. I'd like to meet with her as soon as possible."

"Yes sir, and it's pronounced "sig"."

Stevens nodded, "I'll remember that. Let's go over there." Stevens pointed and headed off.

***

The next stop was the dorsal battery. There were thousands of two meter wide, 32 centimeter tall discs in the ammunition storage racks. "We use the discs because they give us the most surface area for the transfer of kinetic energy. If we used more traditional bullet shapes they'd just punch through the target."

Stevens nodded, he had already came to the same conclusion. "How much ammunition do we carry?"

"Twenty five thousand rounds. More than enough for any battle."

Stevens nodded again, "Good. How many PD rounds?"

"Eight and a half billion. Enough for ten hours of constant firing. Though that shouldn't be necessa-"

At that moment the wall phone rang. Stevens answered, "Commodore Stevens."

"Sir this is the CIC, we just received our orders."

"Roger, I'll be right there."

***

Stevens stood in the CIC looking at the TRADAR display. Galactica was the center of a small task group of ten starships, Galactica and nine Seraph-class Heavy Cruisers.

Stevens took the phone, "This is the Commodore. We're going to investigate the loss of the freighter Honey Pot. Since they were vapourized we are going in force. Consider all combatants hostile. Stevens out." He turned to the navigator, "Jump."

With that word the task force leapt to hyperspace and would soon arrive to take vengence for the loss of the Confederacy's citizens.

Spit break

29-10-2006, 02:36

OOC: well to give me and others something to do......

06:45 zulu
Valarus sector
ZAFT forces deep space patrol
Blue Cosmos DMZ

A small ZAFT patrol of three ships where half way through there patrol of the DMZ to date it had been quiet for months wcich made high command think something was going to happen soon. The patrol was made up of a Nazco II and two Star Gazer class ships, they were near a small moon "Sir am picking up some communications from that moon" he pasued before quickly turning around "SIR! its Blue Cosmos!!" he said with shock. The captain turned to him "What the hell!!??, Contact command and go to condition red now I want are mobile suits launched NOW!" he yelled out "All hands commision red all pilots prepare to launch!" CIC said ship wide "sir communications are jammed beyond this sector coming from the blue cosmos base" the captain looked at him stunned blue cosmos did not have communications jamming tech some one must be supplying them to destroy the PLANTs "Sir we got ships incoming from the moons surface count 30 mostly nelson class, wait we got 5 unknow contacts, checking data base, not listed! sir we dont have the power to take on 30 ships even if they are nelsons we have to fall back" he said to the captain "helm get us out of here and.............." he was interupted "sir the Tal'nec says its hyper space engine is down" the captain turned "DAMNIT!! keep trying communications all channels tell them to get there engine online now!" he yelled to him, ZAFT had not lost a ship to blue cosmos and he would be damned to loose his "This is the ZAFT forces warship Calvern we have been ambushed in the Blue Cosmos DMZ and are heavily out numberd we need assistance!" was repeated over and over again on all channels.

Xessmithia

29-10-2006, 20:00

Petty Officer Nevin pushed his headphones closer to his head, "Sir we're getting a signal." He started working to clear up the transmission, "It's in English, translating now."

This will be warship Calvern, is which efforts ZAFT we ambushed in blue space DMZ and will be heavily outside after have numbered we the aid!

"It's probably a distress call sir."

Stevens nodded, "Maybe one of them destroyed Honey Pot." He picked up the phone, "All hands action stations. Sound general quarters throught the task force."

The crew of Galactica and her escorts rushed into action. In a minute and a half they were at full battle readiness. Stevens spoke again, "All hands prepare for combat as soon as we leave hyperspace. Jump!"

Spit break

29-10-2006, 21:19

The crew of the Calvern and the two other ships where scabling "Damnit get a people launched we should have enough power to take out at least three fourths of the fighting force, I'll be damned if am going to loose to a bunch of rebels and there out dated ships, lets send these Anti-Genetic engineering bastards to hell" he said "sir all station report combat readiness and mobile suit teams are launching" the officer in charge of the CIC said out loud "ETA on when the next patrol enters the sector!" he demanded "about 20 minutes from now sir we should be able to hold out till then but it depends on the power of those unknown contacts" he said. The captain looked up to the command display above him sensors showed 30 contacts, communications jammed, a ship with hyper space down, no sign of help for now and they have to hold out "I need as much power as possible to the shields and main cannons" he said on the comm display to a officer in engineering "I'll give all the power possible sir" the officer responded before turning off the comm "lets not let are mobile suits just take the beat target main cannons and fire!" he ordered, crewmen in CIC responded and sent word to the gunnery batteries "All batteries reporting there opening fire sir!" the head of the CIC said to the captain. The captain looked outside the bridge as the long beams from the linear positron cannons fired at in coming Nelson calss ships. He watched as a shot hit a nelson class which ZAFT forces called the coffin class because of how weak they were, the shot impacted the hull of the ship riping it apart. He watch mobile suits use plasma swords to slice them down the middle and slice open there bridges. Nelson class ships were weak in armor but if they got close they would be deadly in large groups thats why they had to destroy as many as possible before they got close.

Waldenburg 2

29-10-2006, 21:28

OOC To save a bit of time and because most of this is useless but necessary filler….The main goal is Waldenburg has recruited the Ardion Alliance into it’s crusade, and they plan on beginning the search for the Oblivion. They are going to start following the galactic equivalent of a paper chain, starting with the Albian Empire, and onward, causing of course mass destruction in places.

The fleet had assembled; it was everything that could have a phaser on. Waldenburg’s shipyards had been working secretly and well for the last year and churned out more warships then most would think possible. Each one sat above Strienlikestern being refitted for their crusade. As for transports, the millions of men were up it orbit also, they could not fit around the one planet and were stretched across the Empire. Every city, every citizen was geared for total and all ending warfare.

“We do we leave Sir,” Grand Admiral Ajax Sloan asked as the Cenobiarch looked dreamily out of giant palace windows.

“We have assembled enough men…Hmmmm perhaps today. They seem to be quite ready, and of you Admiral?”

“Perfectly ready, I await only your order and a Bishop’s presence before we depart. A few ships are without Patrons but we shall have to make due with what we have for the moment.” There was a moment of silence between the two men, possibly the two most important men in the Empire at the moment. The crystalline silence was shattered as artillery gave off a symbolic salute for yet another launching Penance.

“Alright…go ahead offer them whatever they feel like just don’t get into a fire fight on the way. Bishop Olav Trite shall accompany you, make sure he won’t get in the way will you?”

“Sah!” The Admiral stood to attention and then flicked a communicator attached to his waist; he finally could get back to preparing his fleet so it wasn’t a total slaughter. He appeared on his Bridge of the Flagship WIS Apocalypse, he looked around at the busy faces that were calculating jump velocities and all other things needed to fly a starship through hell and back.

“Captain send the message, Squadron 2 form behind Admiral’s deck.” Sloan took of his white gloves as he settled into a high backed armchair where his leather command chair should have been. He never understood why he removed the old one but perhaps, he earned it through forty years of Naval service, and the heads he had split in the name of the Church.

“They're following Admiral, preparing for jump to warp once we arrive at jump sight four.” 27 ships of the massive fleet broke of and picked their way carefully through the arrayed ships and satellites. “Sir we are ready…and jumping!” The squadron lined up and entered warp following each other in a tight line. They jumped where the Empire had not been for years.

“Begin to transit the following Message to the Ardion Alliance ‘The Waldenburg Empire comes again this time not for war. We offer technology and trade, for services. We wish to speak with a representative of your nation as we arrive from warp. Our ships are by no means a threat and we wish only to speak we shall approach what used to be Imperial Planet 21.’ The message cut and the pleasant female voice on Communications coughed softly as the bridge settled into an uneasy silence. The warp jump would only take about half an hour for this squadron, it was time enough for the Divine Legion onboard to prepare armed shuttles for ferrying the representatives along, and they also had time to certainly not place transmitters on nearly everything flat.

“Admiral Sir 5…4…3…. 2…1 we have arrived.” An Ensign looked up grim faced and looked to the Admiral for orders.

“Do we have conformation on a shuttle or vessel carrying any VIPs?” The Admiral fired back.

“Yes Sir,” The Ensign looked again worried, “If I am correct the Battleship HAS Crosses Bane is 180 KMs away and has launched a cutter It is requesting that this be brief and to the point. Shall I order shuttle bay 1 to prepare your cutter?”

“Yes do it,” he said happy of his crews knowledge of the situation, “Also beam me down it would take to long to walk, and this must be ‘To The Point’” he said sarcastically as he stood up and was teleported down to his waiting Cutter.

Introductions had been short when the delegates met the Ardion reps only giving rank and position, and the Waldenburg Bishop only looking menacing while the old enemies faced each other down.

Admiral Sloan cracked his fingers lightly scratched the back of his leg delicately and launched his speech. “Good Day, I and my friends come as emissaries of the Waldenburg Empire which I believe you know of. Our history may have been shaky but we believe today we shall remedy. As I’m sure your scanners have picked up recently a rouge attack befell the Waldenburg Empire, destroying much of its industry and military.” The Ardions perked up at the news of death and devastation.

“We wish revenge upon the enemy, The Oblivion as we called them. Every soldier of Waldenburg is being armed and sent to war, and we ask that your armies and navies assist us. We are willing to pay anything, this is the final battle of the ages and we, all of us will need as much support as we can possibly find. Will you assist your fellow…uhh sentient?

One of the Ardion delegates, and Obrvi smiled and they all shook their heads together with mumbled rounds of not bloody likely.” Admiral Sloan sighed heavily; he was never one to push a point, especially with and Entire navy waiting in front of him. He looked at every delegate until he noticed one of the Kendr Representatives looking longingly at a Bottle of Madera on the sideboard of Admiral Sloan’s cutter.

“Short of drink in the Alliance Sir?” He asked making only pleasant conversation waiting for the boarding tubes to be extended to the Alliance ship.

The Kendr smiled weakly, “Good Drink, good food, short of damn near everything but….” He was cut off quickly as an Atlantean emissary sitting behind him cuffed him behind the head.

The Human Admiral looked shocked, ”Short of food? We left you replicates surely….”

“Replicators? What are they supposed to be? “ the Kendr asked stupidly while the rest of the delegates starred down the back of his velvet lined shirt.

Sloan, without saying a word walked sharply to the wall and then said, “Pollock, buttered.” The tray bearing a large serving of Pollock materialized as it was supposed to and Sloan placed it in front of the eager eyed Kendr.

“How the hell did you do that? Was it already prepared?”

“It makes any food stuff I can think of, from materials usually from space, but sometimes when that’s a bit thin be can turn anything into nearly anything.” Ajax went back to the replicator and produced a line of delicious dishes that were set in front of the nearly starving Ardion Alliance.

The Delegates after seeing this pressed into a huddle, some bending over to reach the head of the Kendr. The argument took quite some time and ended when the group turned smiling. “For food we shall do nearly anything…what is your price Waldenburg?

“Your Excellencies,” Sloan bowed low, “We ask 1000 ships anything from converted merchant mariners to Battleships, to serve with the Waldenburg Empire as long as we deem necessary. Also as support we ask at the least 35 Million soldiers to fight alongside our own. The more of everything you offer of course our favour of you shall greatly increase.”

“We must sign something, to make it officially we except anything for this technology.” The Atlantean shouted and the delegates nodded they’re agreement, they had full power and the warrior classes would follow their orders and be duty bound to Waldenburg.

Bishop Trite walked in at that moment with a piece of paper, it looked quite official and slightly wet. The Bishop presented the document to Sloan before storming out of the room quite unhappy about his small role in the treaty. Sloan gave an apologetic smile as he passed over the paper to the Ardion delegates, wondering if the room was really that well tapped. Soon it was signed, notarized, copied hugely, and shipped back to Waldenburg.

“Have your armies prepared in 40 days bring them to the outskirts of our system and prepare them for the arriving Senior officers of the Empire. Until then gentlemen I leave you to your own agendas.” The Squadron departed less then an hour later all faces grinning at how incredibly easy it had been.

The Cenobiarch sat stiff backed in his throne as Sloan delivered his report on the situation. “And they will stay loyal?” he asked in a light voice.

“I looked in the records and read about there warrior classes, they really would rather die then face dishonour. No they are with us to the end. I am extremely confident on that. What I am not sure of is where the end is?” The Admiral hinted hopefully.

“I’m afraid we don’t know this could take quite some time Admiral the Apocalypse usually does. No but I do now where our search shall begin.” The Cenobiarch lifted some papers delicately with his fingers making as little contact as possible. “Apparently, from an invitation we received sometime ago it’s the Albian Star Empire

The sons of tarsonis

30-10-2006, 04:25

okay question, um i captured the PK in the last thread......could i possibly use that in this thread?

Xessmithia

30-10-2006, 09:07

Galactica dropped out of hyperspace to see a raging battle. "TRADR has thirty-seven unkown contacts."

Stevens watched the TRADAR display intently, "Launch Vipers." The flight pods spat out thirty-two Vipers apiece, a full wing was in the air. Stevens turned to Petty Officer Nevin, "Send this, 'This the Star Patrol starship Galactica. All combat will cease immediately or we will open fire.'"

The message was translated and sent out as:
This star patrols starship Galactica. Entire battle will cease immediately or we will discover the fire.

Xessmithia

01-11-2006, 19:40

"Should we send a Navy detatchment to the Milky Way?" President Julia Anders asked.

"I don't think so ma'am. Our forces there should be sufficient for handling whatever destroyed that freighter."

"Very well," Julia said to her advisor, "We'll close the gate on schedule then."

Waldenburg 2

01-11-2006, 23:19

“…And always hammer Forward! Push on and go with God and the blessing of your Cenobiarch.” The Cardinal finished as the Cenobiarch wafted incense through the temple. Thousands of Divine Legionaries were waiting stamping lightly in the flung open door cold. The battalions saluted and placed their rifles over their shoulders in a perfect practiced motion.

“Division To the left! Eyes right, Forward March!” A colonel at the head performed another precision turn and led the division down the stairs to the cheering of an amassed populace. The last frost was blowing the flowering blossoms off the plum trees that grew near the central road away from the Cathedral of St. Michael. The yellow cloaks of the Divine Legion brushed the leaves off the ground and the boots stomped their ways to a line of idling shuttles.

“Last Division aboard and Captain Harris reports the convoy is ready.” A young marine captain reported to Admiral Ajax Sloan, who looked casually over a report of accidents in the last ten minutes, it was unusually long.

“Fine Inform Vice Admiral Terrimen, that we will move to jump point three and then move from there, jump in three minutes.” Sloan flipped the papers onto a side table and examined his Armada ready for the jump into the unknown.

“Admiral we are away.”

“Damn it, can’t we just have something that bloody works?” Admiral Sloan slammed his fist down on his chair and watched the view screen as the WIS Ardent Fist burst into flame and slammed into an asteroid at jump point three. One engine had given out and the ship had been pulled apart by the magnetic field of the other engine. The fleet was nearly all new ships, which were being built as they moved. It was the final battle and Waldenburg would break if the war were lost, they would not lose however.

“Admiral Terrimen has arrived, and is reporting the loss of four fighters in jump. He advises at least twelve hours of maintenance, before we move.” The captain reported again as he removed the ‘e’ key from his computer off his forehead.

“Well I’m afraid the admiral shall only have four. Now where is Mercenter Branter? We shall have to wait I won’t fight a Star Empire without cannon fodder.” The fleet lined up white hulls glistening and space walks already beginning with the crew going out to repair various hull devices. Vessels lined up in battle lines, squadrons forming into little groups scanning the entire area. All together it was 420 ships 90 of them civilian scanners, loaders, cargo ships, under the protection of massive Sovereign Class Battleships.

More pinpoints of light formed off from the direction of the Ardion Alliance and ships appeared kilometers long grey blobs that bristled with nodes, and blisters or whatever the Alliance called them. One last ship appeared five Kilometers long the ships filled up quite a bit of space, it made Waldenburg’s fleet look like a tiny huddle of ships trying to stay warm.

“Mercenter Branter we are prepared now that you have found us form up on my deck. Your Squadron shall be under the command of Vice Admiral Oplant. Hammer on Mercenter.” Sloan closed the transmission and waited only slightly more before warp cut in firing the fleet of to the Albian Star Empire. It hadn’t even been four hours and at least two of the repair crews and one armed shuttle were left behind at jump point three.

“This is Grand Admiral Sir Ajax Sloan of the Waldenburg Theocracy. We are ordered to find a group called Oblivion or possibly Chaos. They are responsible for the death of over 1 billion people and regicide. The Waldenburg Theocracy would like to search the Albian Star Empire for traces of this group. We also wish to land our troops and question members of your Empire for information. You may of course guard our troops but we must be allowed to search your space.” Admiral Sloan cut his message to the Albian Empire and waited on the near outside of the boarders.

He didn’t really care what the answer was he would take his look or the rest of the fleet would be summoned, it would only be a difference of about ten hours and he was perfectly capable of crushing this excuse of a Empire, or at least he thought he might.

OOC Albian, feel free, if you except this offer to Rp Waldenburg's enterance in your Empire. As i continually say it takes up to much time for the various shuttle landings and diplomatic "Permission to come aboard"

Spit break

02-11-2006, 02:38

GalacticaThis star patrols starship Galactica. Entire battle will cease immediately or we will discover the fire.

"They want us to do what!" the captain yelled "guess they want us to stand down" the comm officer said "I know that, damnit send a message to them telling them the situation" he ordered to the officer "Yes sir!!"

We the forces of ZAFT are using are right to defend are selfs from these
rebel who believe in a crusade against all geneticly engineered humanoids,
We and are people are all known as Coordinators we are all geneticly engineerd
so this is seen as a act of war against us to we can not let them get close to are homeland

They hoped they got the message. But over at the Blue Cosmos fleet things were different "Well we cant do that now can we, we shall kill them and those patch worker coordinators here and now fire the main cannons at that ship" quickly after shots from the Blue Cosmos ships came directly at the galactica.

Xessmithia

02-11-2006, 05:22

"We've got a message from one of the parties Commodore." Petty Officer Nevin informed Stevens.

"Play it."

We effort ZAFT is utilized our right to protect our own of personalities from these rebel they believe in the campaign against all geneticly proyektirovano people, we and our people all as coordinators, we is which geneticly proyektirovano all therefore this seen in proportion to act of war against us we it cannot prevent by them to obtain close to our domestic earth

Stevens had just muttered, "What the hell does that mean," when the ship shuddered lightly beneath his feet. "What was that?"

"Enemy weapons fire sir," Petty Officer Francis reported. "Not enough to put a dent in our shields but it could hurt our escorts."

Stevens nodded all thoughts of the message fleeing his mind, the Rules of Engagement were clear. When attacked, all contacts engaged in hostilities that have not been confirmed as friendly are deemed hostile, engage at will. It was harsh but it saved Confederate lives and often ended conflicts with the display of Confederate power and saved lives on both sides that would be lost in a protracted conflict.

"Roll port seventy, pitch negative seventeen." Stevens ordred and the helmsman obyed. Galactica rolled along her axis and pitched her nose "down" bringing her heavily shielded, armoured and armed dorsal side to face the enemies. Eight of Galactica's nine escorts arranged themselves at the edges of an octagon located "below" Galactica bows facing the enemies with their long axis perpendicular to Galactica's. The ninth placed herself broadside in the space opposite Galactica with refference to her eight sisters. Together the taskforce formed a loose octaganol prism hundreds of kilometers wide in space with Galactica and the ninth escort forming the faces and the other eight cruisers marking the long sides in what was known as the "Palms-Finger-Eight" formation.

Just a fraction of a second after Galactica and her escorts had finished their maneuvers Stevens let loose their guns, "All batteries open fire."

Galactica's eight dorsal heavy mass driver turrets whiired to life as their crews selected targets. All eight turrets selected the ship that had first fired on Galactica, the targeting computer's display showed the position of the ship where it would be when the rounds would reach her if her motion vectors stayed constant and a transluscent blue sphere representing where she could get to with her observed acceleration rates in the time it took for the rounds to reach her. The crews wanted her dead so they trapped her, the thirty rounds fired in that second bracketed her so completely that she could not escape destruction as each round held kinetic energy equivalent to five times that of the asteroid that wiped out the Dinosaurs on Earth.

Along with that her dorsal PD batteries went up, creating a wall flak so thick that no missile or fighter could get through forcing them to go around where Galactica's own fighters waited to strike.

[NS]Galactic Albia

02-11-2006, 23:23

Commodore Jared spat his tea two metres clear across the room when he read the decoded transmission.
"They want to do WHAT?!" he roared with uncharacteristic rage. "And they have HOW MANY Ships?!"
The Lieutenant gulped. "We're not entirely sure, sir. Sensor nets and Station Reports show they're fairly scattered, but we estimated somewhere between 500 and possibly 1000 warships and troop transports of unknown configuration."
Jared bit back a hot retort. It was a terrifying invasion force, enough to overwhelm the Star Navy before it could gather together in one place.
"Get me a direct line to the Admiralty and the First Lord of the Treasury. We have a Situation Zero."
Everyone in the Control Centre gasped, and fell silent. Situation Zero was full war readiness. If it was confirmed by the First Lord, then the whole Empire would mobilize into Total War readiness.
"Record and Relay everything that happens from here on to be dumped and transmitted periodically. Open a Channel to this...Waldenburg Theocracy."
Jared's rage began to subside as the full impact of what was occurring finally began to penetrate his thick skin, and he came face to face with the truth that his bluster, social and political status would help him in no way whatsoever in this situation.
Swallowing his fear, he began to speak, aware that he was the First Line of Defence, and how pitiful that really was against...this.

"Ah....Grand Admiral Sir Ajax Sloan of the Waldenburg Theocracy, We would like to ah, welcome you to Albian Space. We are pleased to see that you are of Humanic Descent, and that your language appears to be a fairly common evolution of a Terran tongue.
I am Commodore Jared, Commander of Port Morne, Headquarters for Star Navy Defence Control. I regret that i lack the authority to give you the Carte Blanche you request, but we are contacting our government as rapidly as we can. A Full diplomatic team can be here in a little under three days, in which time we will happily accomodate your representatives, and ah, brief them on our culture and ways."
Jared thumbed the control, breathing a sigh of relief. He had been planning to unleash blood and thunder, but leaving it to the Diplomats would absolve him of responsibility if things went wrong.
Plus, the 3-day wait would give them time to assemble some Aggressor Battlegroups, and set up lines of defence and industry on all the major worlds.
He could only imagine the chaos that his messages would cause in New Londra when they arrived in 12 hours time. He just hoped that they would respect his descisions, and try and settle this problem without forcing him to alienate such a fearsome alien warfleet.
He had no idea what this Oblivion or Chaos nonsense was about, and briefly wondered if it had anything to do with the Lucretia's Disappearance. A Transather bouy and a fighter escort arrive an hour later, and the full horror of what was about to unfold in the Empire was finally made known.

Waldenburg 2

03-11-2006, 00:35

Admiral Sloan sat on his bridge listening to the message from the Albian commodore. The crew traded looks of incredulity on the intelligence of their human counterparts.

“Well no, I suppose not three days…. No the Cenobiarch won’t accept that. Captain inform the commands I would like a meeting in about half an hour. Onboard the WIS Lord of Skies, offer Marshal Reye a seat as well naturally. Prepare my shuttle let’s make this formal.” Sloan stepped up slowly and began to move lethargically towards the turbolift.

“Good morning Sirs, I’m sure you have been briefed by your subordinates on our situation.” A young Commodore stood before the Waldenburg command staff, pointing at tactical positions as far as the command could picture. A long polished table was covered in papers and discarded office supplies, as the commanders babbled genteelly.

“The Albian Empire has denied our entrance into the area. This command has been informed by the Cenobiarch that this is unacceptable to the extreme. We have been ordered to advance without hesitation, if fired upon we are to return hostilities. I now turn the floor to Admiral Sloan.”

“Yes very good Commodore. They will not be given time to form their ships into battle groups or whatever. Vice Admiral Terrimen you shall form the tip of the spear Akira Battleships to the front, we won’t muck it up like the first time no chances taken, that sort of thing. This will be a simple mission do not fire anything unless fired upon, simply get to the Capital and hold it until the remainder of the fleet arrives.” Sloan smiled happily and leaned over the table lightly impaling a Rear Admiral with a displaced pen. “We’ll do this fast and right, and if it comes down to it we’ll do it religiously.” The room stood, Twenty-seven officers and eight Bishops looked quite happy at the prospects. They flicked various communicators and disappeared from the room.

“Take another Message to the Albian Star Empire.” Sloan said back in his comfy chair slapping a pair of gloves against his thigh.

“By order of His Most Supreme Majesty the Cenobiarch of the Waldenburg Theocracy, this navy shall enter the Albian Star Empire in order to prevail upon the galaxy that justice shall not be perverted by any sole. No hostilities are intended but we shall not be stopped. This force cannot be defeated, although hopefully there shall be no need for that. We come and the Great Prophet’s word shall be heard throughout all the Universe.”

“Right Admiral Terrimen, take the lead and we follow closely, your judgment shall lead us. Once more on to the breach aye?” He said happily as the fleet began to advance at a slow pace. The movement gave the fleet an unstoppable thrust forward, the Juggernaught began it’s slow advance.

Spit break

03-11-2006, 01:07

DMZ

The Battle ranged on as Blue Cosmos ships began to get closer but were being blown up fast. On the bridge of the lead ZAFT ship a officer incharge of monitoring high energy build ups sounded the alarm "Sir Massive energy build up on the moons serface!" he yelled "What the hell!???" the captain yelled out as he looked at the moon he saw a small blink of light "Pitch angle 20, yaw 40 full speed!" as he said that a large blast of energy came from the moon it was a high energy laser cannon with enough power to put a giant creator on a planets surface. But there was not enough time though intact the Calvern had its left side blown clean off taking with it 4 engines, and 1/3rd of its missile launchers the missiles were automated so no crew was killed or hurt. The blast then continued towards the star Patrol ships.

Xessmithia

03-11-2006, 01:44

The laser struck Galactica dead on. The high energy photons raked the ships shields, energy flooding into the heat sinks as fast as the radiators could pump it out. Galactica's shields saved her from damage but her opposite escort in the formation, SPS Metatron, was not so fortunate. The laser washed over her and her shields buckled under the onslaught, armour plates boiled away into the great void untill all that was left of the once majestic ship was a warped piece of wreckage that resembled a melted candle.

Star Patrol's response was swift, Galactica and her eight remaining escorts poured all of their fire onto the small area of the moon that had loosed the deadly blast. Enough energy to vapourize a fifty-two kilomemter diameter sphere of iron raced towards the offending weapons array. The guns fired two such salvos before returning to the fleets.

Now roughly half the guns of each ship were targeting and doing their best to eliminate each of the two different enemies.

***

Flying Officer Carl Georgison, call sign "Flapjack", twisted his Viper in a quick 180 and blasted another missile with relatavistic slugs of foam-phase hydrogen. Checking his HUD he saw that none of Galactica's Viper's had yet to be destroyed.

"What the hell is -" Pilot Officer Dresden's remark was cut short has his Viper was blasted apart by an enemy.

Flapjack located the enemy, finally an enemy fighter he thought. He slammed his throttle forward for a burst of acceleration to bring him close to the ship.

His scopes gave him a magnified visual, it looked like a giant robot. "You have got to be fraking kidding me!" He said to himself, none the less he fired a short burst hoping to avenge PO Dresden's death.

Spit break

03-11-2006, 02:48

"how long till the next patrol!" the captain ordered "10 minutes sir and those unkown ships are fireing on the Blue Cosmos moon base" the officer reported "Damnit they are playing right into Blue Cosmos's hand if they get to close those offensive missile batteries will rip them apart try and get a message to them" he said "roger"

Warning, Blue Cosmos offensive missile bateries are active
do not get in close range

"Message sent sir" the officer said. Mean while on the battle field a ZAFT Devestator Zaku activated its DRAGOON system which sent which sent "fins" at the enemy ships to attack them from multiple angles. Over by a Pheonix Zaku fire from the Viper just bounced off its shields like dust it turned around and looked at the Viper, It reached for its hip panel and grabed a EMP granade and threw it, t would keep that Viper out for a good minute or two. It then flew off to attack a blue cosmos ship.

Xessmithia

03-11-2006, 03:38

Petty Officer Nevin received another message, "Another message sir. Reads as 'Preduprezhdayushch, batteries of the rocket projectile of blue space offensive actively do not obtain in the close number.' Rocket projectile is obviously missiles, it seems to be telling us not to approach or else they will open fire with missiles."

Stevens snorted, "Let them try. Guns is that moon platform still there?"

"It seems so sir. Shall I give it a few more salvos?"

"Ten, I want it gone." Stevens picked up the phone, it was on fleetwide, "Move to pinwheel formation. Galactica will be focusing fire on the moon for the next five seconds concentrate firepower on the nearest capital ship."

The eight escorts internal gyrons spun and the ships realigned themselves like the spokes of a wheel around the hub of Galactica. Invisible lances of lightspeed death raced towards the nearest capital ship, an odd (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/Xessmithia/laurasia.jpg) affair that looked a bit like an airplance stuck on the top part of a muffin.

The energy was far far less than a single round from one of Galactica's heavy rounds but it was still enough to destroy a typical province of an early space age nation.

***

Flapjack cursed as his slugs bounced off the, what to call it? he thought. He went with a term he learned in his "Ancient Animated Visual Entertainment" course he took for an easy A in university and decided on calling it a suit, after the similar things in that show he forgot the name off. He rembered it had a "G" in it.

His internal debate lasted only a fraction of a second so he didn't miss the object the suit had hurled at him. He pitched 90 degrees positive and slammed the engines putting three kilometers between his Viper and it when it when off. The EMP was horribly weak when it hit his ship and only produced a brief bit of static on his HUD, Inverse square law is a bitch ain't it! Flapjack silently gloated.

He located the offending suit and raced after it, he cranked his guns up to their full five-kiloton yield and fired off a thirty round burst. He then turned his attention to the cap ship and fired off one of his anti-ship missiles, a SRM-134 with a directional 500 gigaton warhead, he let it go and resumed following the suit.

Spit break

03-11-2006, 05:14

OOC: hey you using nukes?

Xessmithia

03-11-2006, 06:38

OOC: hey you using nukes?

In a sense, they're annhilation warheads, no fissioning involved so N-Jammers do zippo.

Spit break

03-11-2006, 21:57

OOC: *sigh* if its nuclear at all they wont work MY N-Jammers are different from the ones in gundam seed mine stop all nuclear reactions

Telros

03-11-2006, 23:14

OOC: Yeah.....just adding this on now....just as the problem came up....yeah......wow, maybe you should have had this on earlier.

Xessmithia

04-11-2006, 00:31

OOC:It's not a fraking nuke Spit Break, it's an annhilation warhead based off of Hawking radiation of a black hole. It's only nuclear in that it involves E=mc^2 like fission and fusion do. Besides, that won't stop the c-frac solid projectiles I've been firing at you.

Spit break

04-11-2006, 01:34

OOC: ok ok just making sure, and like any missile it can be intercepted

Xessmithia

04-11-2006, 01:47

OOC: ok ok just making sure, and like any missile it can be intercepted

Never said it couldn't be.

[NS]Galactic Albia

04-11-2006, 02:43

"Commodore, they're advancing."
The three words struck total fear into the heart of the already panicking Jared.
"Forward their last message to me! Now!"
Scanning the text feverishly, he began to sweat intensely. "By Alfwaeyn's Ghost....They're mad fanatics! We can't reason with religious nuts like this."
Fetching a hankerchief from his pocket, he began to wipe his brow clean. He wondered if the thermostat in the room was malfunctioning, as he rapidly tried to remember his admiralty training five years ago. He had handled tense situations before, and done well in combat many decades ago, but nothing ever remotely like this. The burden of command weighed heavily on his shoulders. What he did in the next few minutes would determine the fate of the Entire Empire.
"Sir, they're ships have crossed the Picket Lines. What are your orders?"
Jared rapidly reviewed the forces at his disposal... Three patrol Battlegroups, with Hunter Battlegroup Tycho out of communications range and two more Hunter Groups currently engaged in sweeping a Nebula.
"Recall Joshua and Gideon Hunter Battlegroups, and tell them to reform around the Colonies five light years from here."
"But sir, the Hunter Ethos..."
"Just do it. We need all the ships we can get. Send another Transaether Drone. Tell them that the enemy reject our terms, and we'll be pushing to the Capital. Most likely they'll try to bypass our ships and stations and go straight for New Londra. We're going to have to stop that at all costs."
Reaching inside his breastpocket, Jared pulled out the red defence key that unlocked the briefcase containing the codes for launching WMD onboard capital ships.
"Bring Briefcase 313 from the locker room, hurry."
The Lieutenant hurried, and within five minutes Jared had the codes, and had begun transmitting them to all ships as rapidly as possible, in as high an encrypt as possible.
Whilst all this was happening, Jared sent one last message to the enroaching fleet.
"Our Homeworld is not a garden for any alien warfleet to walk through. Continue on this path and we will be forced to take any and all necessary action to defend the freedom of our citizens and their homes. We warn their fleets not to approach our worlds or stations, or we will be forced to defend ourselves."
Mopping the sweat from his brow, he hoped that these alien ships could not penetrate to the homeworld before the Courier drones arrived. But to be sure, they had to buy as much time as possible. Even if that meant sacrificing lives....
"Inform Patrol Battlegroups Perseus, Demeter and Andromache to engage the lead elements of this Theocracy. They are to hold the advance by any means necessary." his voice cracked, and the room was silent. All present knew what he was ordering. 12 Destroyers and 6 Frigates were no match for that vast warfleet. But they would slow it down, and hopefully buy enough time for the Empire to prepare for this vast invasion.
"Also authorize the Redoubtable and Thunderchild to depart from shipyards. They may not reach the Combined Battlegroups in time to aid, but they might be able to further slow down the enemy."
By ordering away the Two Hood-class Dreadnoughts docked at Port Morne, Jared was leaving the planet vulnerable to massed attack. It still had several battle platforms and a number of picket ships, but the 2 dreadnoughts were the pride of the Fleet, and the most powerful ships within 20 light years.
"Farewell, Thunderchild. Farewell, Redoubtable." he murmured, as the massive ships, blue dots on a screen, swung away from their berths, and began preparing to attack.
Meanwhile, several light years away, Three Patrol Battlegroups reluctantly began to assemble from across several systems, and began to converge on the most likely place the Waldenburger Warfleet would pass through on its way to the Homeworld.

OOC:
I'm not sure how fast your ships are, Waldenburg, or if they need to stop in solar systems or can be brought out of transit, but i'm hoping you won't be able to get to my homeworld within 12 hours. (Its roughly 40 LY from Port Morne, and roughly 50 from the Borders of the Empire) If you can, this rp will be pretty damn short.
XD
Feel free to bypass all my fleets and worlds if you are capable of it, though. A Ground Invasion of Londra would be a challenge to roleplay,especially if we have no organized resistance set up. :|

Waldenburg 2

04-11-2006, 15:34

Vice Admiral Terrimen sat straight backed stiffly in his chair snapping at his bridge officers for reports nearly every minute. The officer finished with a young Ensign and sat back in his leather command chair. A cup and saucer appeared out of the chair-based replicator. Terrimen had a perfect mind no edges, an orderly perfect mind; his officers always said he had no sense of humour, and he didn’t. In the view of his superiors he was the perfect officer, and as the tea touched his lips he remembered the fact.

He also remembered the fact when the lead ship of his squadron, a Nebula Class special service ship was knocked sideways by an array of fire. The fact slipped from his mind as the fire punctured into the magazine and set off nearly 200 torpedoes. WIS Heart of God burst into a purple flame and was ripped apart by the failing engines.

“Very well you bastards,” Terrimen said quietly as he put his cup down with a mild movement of his wrist that portrayed regal easiness quitekinetic well. “This is Vice Admiral Terrimen, we have been attacked by Albian Forces and are returning fire. Heart of God has been destroyed and we request that High Mercenter Branter join us we’ll see how long they last.”

Terrimen looked out of his view screen to see the enemy, 18 ships he counted. “That’s it? Well return fire Captain.” The 47 ships in the advance squadron opened fire targeting anything they could fine mostly trying to pick off the destroyers. A Defiant class frigate in the front ranks was cut in half by the enemy. Soon though the battleships were in line and slowly advancing firing quantum and photon torpedoes at the Albian attack forces.

“We will engage target the shields on the destroyers, ready….” Mercenter Banter sat on his control deck watching Terrimen and his fleet scramble into formation. Banter’s squadron of Halcyon class Cruisers were removed from the fight holding on the far right of the fleet while Terrimen was staring to move left. “23 up tilt and advance 250 Kilometers.” The huge kilometer long ships plodded through the rest of the disorganized fleet. “All Jerrots you may fire.” The ships hadn’t even stopped moving when the MAC guns started blazing open. The two hundred ton shells fired at nearly 1/3 the speed of light out of their long magnetic accelerator tubes.

Sloan watched happily as the Halcyons skimmed forward trying to stay out of enemy fire but still lobbing shells across space lit with the purple fire of damaged ships. “Take a message to Vice Admiral Oplant. He shall stay here with Squadron eight. I shall take my section and assault; let’s see … Port Morne. We shall however wait for this to be over before we depart. Admiral commit your forces, so we may move.”

From an enclosed and cloaked luxury yacht about 5000 Kilometers from battle tacticians and strategists poured over data being streamed to them from the ships at the front. The five bishops who had accompanied the fleet sat in high backed chairs in a separate end of ships talking quietly, in the end it was their decision to call the remainder of the fleet. They also had the right to call all the other Bishops and Archbishops aboard the remainder of the fleet. They agreed that for the moment this would be their crusade.

“We have achieved most deserved and glorious victory! Several hours ago our advanced forces were attacked by over 300 Albian Warships, this attack was wholly uncalled for and unprovoked. The bravery of Grand Admiral Ajax Sloan defeated the enemy and the mercy of God saved many noble lives. Today is a great day, our crusade shall not be stopped, shall not be turned back. This war to end all wars, to decide the fate of all the true in faith shall not be lost.” The Cenobiarch listened to the applause, his speech had been linked to every ship, and every home. The applause and cheering spread through the whole city of Strienlikestern shaking the supports of the city-planet.

“If they don’t come back your reverence? What will happen then?” The Cenobiarch looked somberly at a Cardinal who stood by his side, the one who at formal occasions, and great tragedies was supposed to whisper into his ear, usually saying nothing that the Cenobiarch didn’t already know.

“We shall prepare your ship Majesty.”

OOC No we won't reach your capital, we wouldn't be able to, nor are we interested after being attacked. And I assume you are attacking the Fleet, hoping I'm not jumping the gun a bit, I assume Port Morne is fairly close.

On a second note it is important for me to know what type of shields your ships have. I'm sure you know the enrgy output of kinetic energy such as presented by the MAC cannons. If your shields are configured to absorb the energy, from a projectile weapon they would most likely overload at the energy from a MAC round. Also it would be good to know what your weapons are and how they work.

My weapons are either completly Star Trek or Halo so no worries there. My shields are absorbatn enrgy for Waldenbuirg ships and. No shields for the ships of the Ardion Alliance, or the Halcyons in this case.

[NS]Galactic Albia

04-11-2006, 18:19

OOC: I don't believe in Shields, so they don't exist for my ships.:P
My ships do however, have reinforced Aggegrated Carbon and Titanium Polymer plating, which is extremely dense, and harder than diamond.
They will - and are- easily ripped apart by shells from your "MAC" cannons, which are similar to the weapons we employ, only it seems on a larger scale.

I am pleased to hear your shields only absorb energy. My Destroyers make almost exclusive use of plasma and thermonuclear torpedoes, whereas my Frigates use Slugthrower-based Macrocannons and Railguns, which fire long, three-meter depleted uranium rods for medium-range kinetic destruction.

IC:
The Combined Battlegroups were hastily renamed as Battlefleet Zero, and the Commodore Stanton found himself being field-promoted to Admiral.
He knew, though, it would be a short-lived promotion. Grimly, he ordered his ships to engage the lead elements of the Waldenburger Invasion Force,
hundreds of torpedoes streaking forth like a rain of dark metal arrows to impact against the lead ship, puncturing its hull and detonating a magazine.

Everyone on the bridge whooped as the huge ship broke up and exploded, but the Admiral cut them off with a gesture. He had been commanding Battlegroup Andromache, which was a hardened, veteran outfit used to patrolling for months if not years without supplies, fighting pirates, alien reavers and the sense of isolation to patrol the sparsely populated Outer Systems. His crew were all well-trained and drilled, and, like so many other Patrol Battlegroups, made up of all the social dropouts, thugs, villains and scum that nobody else wanted. This made them hard bastards in a fight, and they shared a common bond of previous criminality. Stanton was a father figure to all of them, and his iron will and hand signals commanded instant obedience. He just hoped the rest of the Fleet would obey his orders half as well.

"Reconcerntrate all fire on that Frigate over there. Adopt Flight Pattern Fountain, evasive maneuvers. Deploy Cavalier and Roundhead Squadrons, inform them to create a defensive screen, and protect the Frigates. I want us to get close enough to rake the bastards with depleted uranium!"
The ships broke into a seemingly random chaotic pattern, efficiently moving at barely sublight speeds to hammer the superior fleet. It was a completely atypical strategy for the Star Navy, but Patrol Groups were used to facing superior odds and having to create new strategies.
Several destroyers of Perseus and Demeter were too slow in responding to his commands, and were burst apart under the withering fire of the 47 lead ships, their plasma and nuclear arsenals detonating simultaenously, and creating beautiful and vast gaseous blooms of a light blue colour.

"They're using some sort of Ion accelerators to destroy our ships... Inform the Cavalier Squadrons to adopt a loose skirmish pattern, and concerntrate their fire on the enemy's weapon systems. Have the enemy deployed any fighters to counter them?"
"Negative sir."
Stanton frowned. Perhaps it was an oversight, or maybe the enemy were keeping them in reserve.
"Sir! Another two frigates have been destroyed! Those Ion Accelerators rip through us like paper!"
Stanton swore. "Concerntrate our fire! Spread out and for Alfwaeyn's sake, keep clear of those damned cannons!"
But it was already too late. The Fleet was adapting to Stanton's seemingly haphazard high speed skirmishing, and concerntrating its fire in a similar manner, ripping apart another three destroyers, plumes of ignited plasma spilling out of the ruptured ships.
"We're running out of ships...." Stanton took a deep breath. It was rapidly becoming time to end this game. Perhaps if they crippled a few more ships...
"Cavaliers report heavy casualties. Roundheads have managed to launch a fusion salvo at one of their heavier ships...direct hit!"
They cheered, but almost immediately another Frigate was hit head on by one of the MAC shells, smashing the bridge to pulp and sending the ship spinning wildly out of control, its hull cracking from the force of the impact.
"Order all Ships to form up on my lead. Arrowhead formation! Lets hit those big bastards with everything we've got! Ramming Speed!"
The scattered fleet reformed into a arrowhead, two more destroyers being blasted in the process, their fighter cover rapidly exploding, like firecrackers at a show, as they engaged the smaller escort vessels, trying to distract the enemy fire.
The large kilometer-long ships were hammered ruthlessly, as the fleet went at them at full speed, weapons blazing as they came, the last of the torpedoes streaking forth accompanied by heavy fire from the Railguns.
The Fleet passed through the ships, one frigate lining up to ram the largest waldenburger ship.
"Sir! They're aimi-"
Stanton had enough time to rise from his chair before the shell impacted his command vessel. The last of the Frigates was hit amidships, the magnetically accelerated projectile hammering half way through the ship, almost cutting it in half. The few not instantly vaporized died quickly from massive hull breachs, as pressure doors vainly sought to contain the damage.
Groaning, Stanton realized he was still alive...but noone else on the Bridge was. Ears ringing, a klaxon was blaring, somewhere in the foggy distance. Coughing, smoke filled the dimly lit bridge, debris scattered everywhere, a flickering viewscreen showing the last few dots of his fleet being extinguished by withering enemy fire, the fighters finished off bare moments later. spinning, ruptured hulks much like his own were everywhere, and the enemy ruthlessly closed to finish them off.
He fumbled at his hip-holster, drawing out his Laser Pistol. It had been barely fifteen minutes, and they had inflicted significant damage on the enemy. 47 ships the enemy had possessed, and he was confident most of those were damaged or crippled beyond repair.
But then he saw something on the viewscreen that horrified him, and made him realize all this had been almost for naught.
Hundreds of red blips moved up and away from the battle, heading onwards towards Port Morne.
They had barely scratched the enemy fleet, and now it was heading straight for the headquarters.
Only the Thunderchild and the Redoubtable Dreadnoughts stood between them now.

Spit break

05-11-2006, 00:43

"Captain incoming missiles!" one yelled "Intercept!" the captain yelled and that was a easy job for the point defence lasers they fired several bursts destroying the missiles "Target all enemy craft with Anti-matter missle tubes and fire! any luck with communications?" he asked "roger targeting enemy craft......locked on missiles away" one yelled "Communications back up sir that last hit must of taken out the jamming device" the officer said "then get us some support "This is the Calvern to all ZAFT forces in the area we are under attack by Blue Cosmos and a unknown force requesting heavy assistance code delta black two four four seven" was the message sent out and seconds later a message came though "This is the Silver Fox we are changing course with are task force ETA 2 minutes hold on help is on its way" and another meassage "This is partol 563 we will be there soon hold on boys" the communications officer and the rest of the bridge crew was relieved to hear help was coming "well lets make sure there some one to help when they get here" the captain said "missile salvo fireing, Blue Cosmos forces down to 20% unknow force has little damage" a officer "getting another energy build up but not as strong as the last one my guess is only 25% power seems to be targeting the unknown force" a crewman said "better them then us keep firing on blue cosmos and those damn fighters from the unknown force" he said "yes sir" the bridge crew responded. Out side the ship the battle was going on mobile suits were now mostly shooting at the small fighters one Devastator Zaku saw the killing of one of his comrades in a Pheonix Zaku get killed by a enemy fighter and went after it. before it was in firing range it launched its DRAGOONs at it all 10 of the 'fins' came at the small fighter from all sides and changing its position after each shot and they where fast.

Waldenburg 2

05-11-2006, 00:53

OOC Before I start I would like to say that you are first person to ever guess my nation’s pronoun Waldenburger, my hat’s off to you. And I would just like to make this clear you have no shields at all as it will help me to no end with teleporters if you understand.

IC Vice Admiral Terrimen smiled happily as the last enemy was dashed out of the air. His smile faded as he reach for his tea cup, which he had only recently put down. There seemed to be a human finger and quite a lot of plastic dust in it. “Ahhh.. Captain….No Lieutenant Hodgerson report.” Terrimen said as he stamped on a small piece of burning console to set out the blaze.

The aging officer stood gave a salute, and wobbled to a, apparently nonflammable screen, “Sir Internal systems are down by 40% we’ve lost all weapons forward shields at 80%. Decks 1-19 report casualties of upward of 400 hundred, about 50% of the crew, Captains, Peterson, and Mender are dead sir. The fleet has taken loses of,” the officer looked at the numbers and shook his head sadly as the numbers rolled in. “8 Lost, 3 evacuated, 1 damaged beyond repair, 6 severely damaged, 18 minorly damaged. Total number of casualties placed for the army and navy at 8,900.” The man finished wiped his brow and took a step left to beat a small fire off of Ensign Hertersons’ head and looked revolted as he looked down, “Deacon Starch is also dead.”

Terrimen counted silently, 18 ships out of commission. It was just as well that he had a salvage cruiser in his armada, not that it could help the severely damaged. “Damn….Reroute the WIS God’s Fin, Archangel, Demon’s Bane and Morning Dawn to Admiral Sloan. He is I believe assaulting their command base. He’ll need whatever we can spare. “ the assigned two galaxies and two Akira’s broke off and warped to Admiral Sloan’s fleet.

“Admiral we unconfirmed scanning that concludes that at least two Heavy dreadnaughts are awaiting our attack. Estimated range at about 200,000 Km’s from our position, outside our range, and probably out of theirs too. And due to reports from Admiral Terrimen it is suggested we do not attack.” A rear admiral from the WIS Spark reported to Sloan who sat pensively as always on his command bridge.

“We shall always hammer forward,” he reprimanded lightly and flicked the screen of before standing up quickly then sitting down gently. “Colonel Jefferson beam to bridge authorization level four, Admiral Sloan.” The man appeared his uniform unbuttoned and one of his shoes off.

“That is extremely uncalled for you could have rung…Sir.” The colonel snapped while buttoning his jacket.

“What is the maximum range on the transporters of the Divine Legion’s transports?”

“Why? About 12,000 KM’s if we want to risk whatever we’re transporting. About 7,000 would be excellent range.”

“All ships of the fleet will advance!” Sloan yelled quickly. “All fire will be targeted on one of the Dreadnaughts the furthest one from the Admiral’s deck. Begin, maximum speed.”

“Sir?” the colonel asked questioningly “what are we doing?”

“Reports from Vice Admiral Terrimen and Mercenter Banter suggest that the enemy have no shields on their ships. If you have guessed by my question earlier, we are going to board one of those ships. Designate two transports with veteran experience and order them to board the closet one, hopefully by the time they catch on it’ll be to late. With no shields our transporters will plop 1600 heavily armed Divine Legionaries into their midst. You have about two minutes before we are in transporter range choose quickly.”

“Transports 8 and 14 were both in the Oblivion crisis and probably the most heavily armed. They will do nicely.” Colonel Jefferson saluted and stepped away to the turbolift, hearing his voice as the conversation had been on open communications through out the fleet to save time.

OOC As i occasionally do, feel free to Rp the effects of our fire on your ship, the boarding parties effectiveness (Which you'd do anyway...), and even Waldenburg casualties if you like.

[NS]Galactic Albia

05-11-2006, 02:33

OOC: Just to make sure... are you sending transports to attack my Heavy Dreadnoughts, along with the rest of your fleet? I'll wait untill next post before rping any beaming aboard my dreads.

IC:
Captain Moreland grinned with anticipation as their entire fleet advanced. Time to show them what the Empire's Navy was made of. Those Patrol Groups had been the detritus of society, and could not hope to match the discpline and courage of the Empress's Finest. Or so he believed.
"Signal to Redoubtable. Full Broadsides once they cross the 100k KM mark. I want to nail these bastards with their pants still down."
"Aye Captain!"
The two, three-kilometre long vessels turned to the side, their massive railcannon and Point Singularity Cannon Batteries facing the advancing foes, tracking the vast horde. They were outnumbered vastly, But they had confidence and discpline on their sides.
"They're even sending in Transports to attack us." Moreland said with amused contempt, arrogantly confident of the superiority of his vessel, the most powerful weapon in the Empire.
At 100,000 Kilometres precisely, the Dreadnoughts charged up their powerful Point Singularity weapons, temporarily draining all but life support systems of power in order to generate and project the micro-black holes.
The singularities were flung at high speeds at the enemy, warping and buckling everything around them, a gravitic force that could strip stars, limited by its extremely brief period of existence. But that brief period of a milisecond was enough, causing massive gravitic strain damage to everything within a large radius.
But they could fire dozens of them within minutes at at extreme ranges, and it would take its toll, annihilating smaller ships and crippling larger ones.
"Switch to Railcannons! They're getting too close!" shouted Moreland, as the Fleet continued on through the awesome barrage the two dreadnoughts were churning out.
At medium range, thousands of depleted uranium rods a second were fired by the Railcannons at an impressive rate, accompanied by the occasional plasma missile salvo, cutting through the enroaching attackers.
But now the attackers were close enough to fire back, and the Dreadnoughts began to be pummeled ruthlessly, their hulls cracking under the strain.
"Instruct Fighters to distract their fire! Escort Roundheads to deliver nukes straight into their hangar bays!" Shouted Moreland, growing increasingly frantic, his confidence fading as the vast enemy fleet continued to pummel the Dreadnoughts.
"Sir, we're picking up unusual energy signatures... they appear to have shielding and some sort of... molecular transmission device."
Moreland frowned. "Energy Shields? I wonder... Order premature detonation of Nuclear Warheads being fired at the enemy. Lets see if they can withstand close proximity Radiation."
"But sir! They're right on top of us!"
"This is war, Lieutenant! I gave you an order!" barked the Captain. Victory was the most important thing of all to him, and he would do anything to achieve it.
"Sir, the Redoubtable is starting to break up...my god sir, its magazines are goi-"
The Shockwave was immense, as hundreds of clustered megaton nukes, plasma warheads and Point singularity generators detonated, ripping through the attackers with the force of ten thousand hiroshimas.

The Thunderchild was rocked by the massive explosion. It was unclear what exactly had done it. Maybe one of their MAC cannons had penetrated the magazine decks, or maybe one of the loading drones had incorrectly loaded a nuke, but the Redoubtable was a blazing hulk, over half of it completely annihilated, the rest breaking up swiftly, taking with it over three thousand of the finest crewmen and officers in the entire Empire.
The Thunderchild faired little better, its hull considerably weakened, breaches forming everywhere, hundreds dead or dying, the Bridge a total mess.
Moreland weakly opened his eyes, struggling to stand up, and realizing he had no legs. Struggling through the wreckage, his second office came coughing, his eyes filled with blood, as he struggled to assess the damage.
"By...By the Emperor's Soul..." Moreland coughed, unable to process the reality of the situation. "Action Stations! Repel Boarders. A--a--ctivate Sel-self des..." Moreland struggled, trying to activate the voice code, his breath fading with his life. "Sixty minute timer....authori....za....Megiddo." He closed his eyes, and let himself drift.
"Sir, wake up! Sir..." Second Officer Valentin found himself in command of the ship, and a silent self destruct enabled. Within an hour, the crippled Thunderchild would join the Redoubtable in death.
Grimly, Valentin left the bridge, drawing his Laser Pistol, and struggling through the dimly lit corridors to organize resistance. It was almost certain the enemy would try to board her, and steal her Singularity Generators, and learn how the powerful barrages that tore through their fleet were made.
They had sixty minutes to do this in, and it was Valentin's duty now to ensure the Pride of the Fleet did not fall into Enemy Hands.

At Port Morne, Commodore Jared was not idle. The vast naval facilities were being fortified, technicians and pitcrew being issued with side-arms, as the Stellar Marines prepared for land invasion.
In orbit, Defence Platforms were being powered up, and the remaining picket ships and Frigates formed a tight defensive circle around the planet, deploying and activating Thermonuclear Mines and Dronebombs.
When the Invaders came, they would find the planet very difficult to invade indeed.

Xessmithia

05-11-2006, 02:50

The laser again raked Galactica, its much reduced output barely constituted a drop in the bucket of Galactica's 2.98 billion megaton per second shield dissipation rate. "Quarter the output of the last one. No damage sir." Tactical reported.

"I'm fraking sick of that laser, forget the base, target the moon's surface just outside of its shield cover. Bury the thing in molten rock." Stevens ordered and two rounds shot at the moon just outside of the base's shields. Their impact would blast a perfectly hemi-spherical crater 884 kilometers in radius. The result would swallow the base in molten rock from the moon's interior even if its shields withstood the blast.

Point defense swatted the incoming missiles from the sky, each receiving three 6-megaton rounds turning each into a rapidly expanding ball of white gas.

"Launch the Valkyries. Anti ship-load." Stevens ordered.

In the flight-pods two seventy meter long delta-wing bombers were lifted onto the deck. They were coloured a pearescent blue-white that had an albedo of one millionth below one and were armed with 14 RKVs a piece.

Squadron Leader Rose "Bulldog" Livingston, pilot of SB-70 A0045 "Francis", turned to her three other crew, "We have fourteen missiles and I expect fourteen kills. Don't let Francis down." With that Bulldog fired her six engines and blasted out of the flight pod.

***

Flapjack wooped in delight as he saw the suit explode. His joy turned to concern as another headed his way, "Oh frak!" He slammed the throttle forward for a brief burst of a full 15,000 G and just managed to avoid a net of fire that ten remotes released by the suit had unleashed.

He flipped 180 and fired a short burst at one of the remotes but didn't see the shot fired from the suit itself. It blasted the nose off his Viper and he pulled the eject lever. The cockpit blasted free at 100,000 G before his reactor lost containment and his Viper was vapourized. His locator beacon was activated and Flapjack moved to use the RCS thrusters to send him back to Galactica, they didn't fire. Just great, he thought, Well I hope a Longeye finds me before one the other dudes do.

***

Galactica was continuing to pour fire into the enemy fleets, SPS Israfel had lost her main battery and had hypered out.

"Sir new contacts on TRADAR!"

***

Bulldog was waiting patiently when the new contacts arrived. She was a mere 80,000 kilometers from them, she fired her engines and rocketed towards them at 25,000 G. A second later her weapons officer fired a missile at the largest ship, at that moment Francis was 79,844 kilometers away. The RKV massed 200 hundred tons and its engine pulsed it to 3.33e-5% below the speed of light in half a second leaving the missile 4844 kilometers away from the ship. It crossed the distance in 0.016 seconds, the photons from the beggining of the missiles attack arriving just a third of a second before the missile itself. The missile would strike with a kinetic energy of 5200 teratons, and it was impossible for even Star Patrol to stop.

Spit break

05-11-2006, 03:31

OOC: The fleet and the other patrol have not arrived yet so you just fired at empty space, am sure your not going to attack retreating ships

"Sir new contacts sir there general configuration is similer to that of Tarsonis Valkyries" he said "get me a visual damnit if we got Valkyries on are asses this battle just got harder" the captain said as a visual came up "get me a closer look at there payload" he ordered "son of...... looks like that could take out a damn ship get are mobile suits over there NOW!" the captain ordered the suits that were fighting blue cosmos turned and flew to intercept including 6 Devastator Zakus which fired there DRAGOONs off to intercept till the mobile suits could get there. The three ships where now trying to pull out of the battle it looked like the mobile suits where providing cover so the ships could escape.

Xessmithia

05-11-2006, 04:12

OOC: The fleet and the other patrol have not arrived yet so you just fired at empty space, am sure your not going to attack retreating ships

You've never heard of advancing the battle have you? That part happens when they do arrive.

Also my Valkyries are nothing like Tarsonis'. Mine are based on the real life Mach 3 bomber, not Macross' mecha.

Spit break

05-11-2006, 04:28

OOC: alright then i get ya

Waldenburg 2

05-11-2006, 23:56

OOC Yes We are beaming aboard. Oh, and is Port Morne a planet or a space station, or possibly both?

IC “Break to Port Damnation, singularity forming….” The bridge where Sloan presided was awash wish damage report screamed messages from dying captains and the curses of Admiral’s demanding orders. Damnation, a Waldenburg named Halcyon Cruiser, and just been hit by a long range similarity weapons of sorts. Usually this would little against the layers of armour on the massive unshielded Halcyons, but it had hit near the engines and had sent the kilometer of ship hurtling through a Intrepid class cruiser which was trying to take the enemy weapons out of the air with anything they could. The Intrepid was crushed under the mass and hit simultaneously being gutted two ways. Damnation keep going not stopped by something as small as a cruiser, taking hit after hit in it’s horizontal form, until nearly 40% of the ships was floating in space and the ship itself adrift.

“Continue advance always Hammer On!” Sloan yelled as a missile detonated of to the starboard of the flagship, which seemed a damn silly tactic to the Admiral, but he wouldn’t lose sleep over the stupidity of the enemy. (OOC Actually Star Trek has heat, and Radiation shielding as well according to early episodes.)

“Sir we have a hit….Gone up rather nicely hasn’t it?” A Rear Admiral who had walked into the bridge from the turoblift commented happily. And as the man had said, a blossom of flame lit from the ship, The Albian Empire would pay dearly for their lack of cooperation with Waldenburg. Two Defiant class frigates that had been running circles around the enemy Dreadnaughts were completely destroyed as a wave of fire engulfed them.

All over the line the battle was changing from the mass slaughter of Waldenburg to taking down perhaps the best ship in the enemy navy. Still the battle average for the whole invasion was about 3:1 in Albians favour.

“That seems enough, Major Chatterjack bring the two transports forward go now.” Sloan watched as a Nebula Special Service vessel gave the transports a boost using its tractor beam to fling the vessel away at the enemy. Probably small enough to stay under the radar, and anyway it was only 8,000 KMs to their range. The combined fleets covered them as best they could, picking missiles out of the air where they could and taking shots where they couldn’t. Within a span of 3 minutes it was in place, the two transports pulled up, and began beaming over the soldiers of the Divine Legion. Each one armed to the teeth with, pulse rifles, bandoliers of grenades, and hand phasers.

1600 of the huge soldiers beamed aboard the flaming ship, looking mainly for information on scanning and weapon systems. “We don’t know where the bridge is, where any of their systems are! Captain what do we do?” A Sergeant screamed in parade ground voice as his troops waited in the little transporter tubes.

“Fine we’ll spread you out you should be able to find something!” The captain screamed back, the two red faced man standing within inches of each other on the silent deck.

“And risk ambushes, not bloody likely. We can find one system’s worth of information on that hulk choose one.” Both men looked rather embarrassed as the Divine Legion looked down on them from the raise pads. The captain didn’t waste words but pointed to a point on the Bosoun’s screen, who directed the teleporter., “Take what you can and God be with you.”

The first battalion was over in the first beam from both transport ships, followed by another silent horde of the Empire’s finest. They were beamed to the general area of the weapon bays, and the surrounding, hallways. The ships also beamed over emergency transporters, and beacons, so on the enemy dreadnaught the Divine Legion could reroute reinforcements anywhere aboard where they had troops.

“This is Grand Admiral Sloan fall back and assume defensive positions don’t fire just stop every incoming. Fall back till we’re out of range of the enemy, 1600 of the Divine Legion are now aboard, once they seize the ship and search it we can beam support aboard but until then I want only scans flying from us.” The fleet fell back except for two Halcyons which stayed at maximum range incase the Divine Legion failed.

Spit break

06-11-2006, 01:05

The battle kept going on due to the situation the other ships came in the battle under phase cloak the first ship to decloak quickly found its self at the end of a attack the ship was not done decloaking so it was able to re-fully cloak the ship almost a split second before the missile would have impacted it was lucky to say the least. There were four ships that de-cloaked it was the other patrol and in it was a 1300m Nazca III class, two Heavy Missile Cruisers, and a Laurasia II class heavy frigate. they had the power to take on alot they also had a compliment of fighters. There heavy caliber Linear positron cannons could deal with any threat big or small. The ships quickly launched there Mobile suits and fighters all together two mobile suit companys and 3 squadrons of fighters launched. There target was the unknown force.

OOC: sorry if that seems like a god mod am just trying to get a long battle out of this, those missile can finish me fast, oh also a linear positron cannon can go through shield (in a sense) you see the impack from the energy creates a hole in the shield while that hole is open a solid or projectile shell is fired though it cause hull damage while the energy blast does major shield damage all i need a a good hit on your shield grid and your shield is down

Xessmithia

06-11-2006, 01:34

all i need a a good hit on your shield grid and your shield is down

OOC: How about you don't tell me how my shields work ok? To drop my shields you need to put in enough energy to overwhelm the dissipation rate then fill the heat sinks, no technobabble way past that.

IC:

Bulldog cursed as the missile flashed through the ship as it dissapeared. She pulled a 180 then accelerated away, she'd wait for another chance to get a shot off, didn't want to waste her other 13 missiles.

***

Stevens sighed, "Great they got re-enforcements. All guns fire on the nearest ship. We'll take them out one at a time."

Galactica's guns spat stellar energies of death at the nearest enemy ship. The compressed foam-phase hydrogen rounds screamed towards it at hyper-relatavistic velocities just waiting to impact and blast the ship to pieces.

Spit break

06-11-2006, 02:09

OOC: dude its basic with all shields that energy impact will create a hole in the shield for a few seconds, oh and your vipers have 14 damn missiles!! at that speed, and they cant be intercepted hmm

The second fleet then entered the system it was the 41st light combat fleet its lead ship was a 12km long Carver class. "fire on there lead ship contact the home land and get me permission for a code delta fox nine" the cpatain of the silver fox ordered "sir your not serious are you?" a officer asked "yes i am now get me permission is there a problem with that?" he asked "No sir, yes sir" the officer turned around and got the the comm with military command. From that light combat fleet a entire battalion of mobile suits and two mobile corps of fighters launched with those fighters where Dart support craft which where the current generation of DRAGOON flyers, un manned but could do twice the job of a human pilot. The forces now heavily out numbered the enemy and one final message was sent "Attension unkown force we the forces of ZAFT demand your withdrawal from our territory if you do not comply we will have no choice but to force you out" it would be the last message they would get before ZAFT sent them to there maker.

Telros

06-11-2006, 03:14

OOC: no ZAFT, you dont get it. You can hit his shields, with energy yes, but it takes a lot of fire power to make a hole, much more bring down that section of shielding. So one shot won't do it. Plus, it is his frickin tech, he decides what happens to it, not you.

Spit break

06-11-2006, 04:39

OOC: sorry misunderstanding

Xessmithia

06-11-2006, 06:19

OOC: Valkyries , the 70 meter long bombers, carry 14 missiles, not Vipers, the 9 meter long fighters. Also the missiles can be intercepted, just not at less than or equal to 1 light-second ranges.

IC:

Petty Officer Nevin was frustrated it was hard enough to keep track of all the friendly com traffic, as such she almost missed the message from the enemy fleet.

"New message from the enemy sir, 'The effort of attention unknown we effort ZAFT is required to your withdrawl from our territory if you you fulfill we not will have no selection and to force you outside.' Seems the want us to leave."

Stevens nodded, "I'd like to see them try to make us. We've been in this battle for half an hour and they've only managed to destroy one capital ship, and that was pure luck on their part. We're more likely to run out of ammo before they breach our shields.

"We should be carefull nonetheless, Radiant and Cosmopolitan are on patrol just a thousand light-years from here. They can be here in ten-minutes."

Petty Officer Nevin acknowledged the order and sent Steven's orders to the two Magnificent-class Star Frigates. When they arrived they would each represent over a hundred times the firepower of the Seraph-class escorts already present.

***

Squadron Leader Paul "Chrome-Dome" Driver led his flight of Vipers in an attack run against one of the enemie's suits. Suits were an odd name but once Flapjack had been recovered by a Longeye he had spread the term and it had stuck.

They located one and took up bracketing positions. They each loosed a ten round burst at max firepower in a bracketing pattern that had proven very effective at insuring that no matter where the suit went it would be struck by at least three rounds.

Spit break

06-11-2006, 15:15

Wanderjar

06-11-2006, 15:29

OOC: Could I get a recap of basically what has happened since i've been gone? Thanks!

Spit break

06-11-2006, 15:51

OOC: to say it basic the main battle in tarsonis space just paused, and there are two side stories going on

Wanderjar

06-11-2006, 18:41

OOC: to say it basic the main battle in tarsonis space just paused, and there are two side stories going on

OOC: Ah, gotcha.

IC:

The Despoiler Class Battleships continued on towards Korhal, escorted by the dozens of other heavy battleships and thousands of fighters and bombers. They peppered the enemies with combined thousands of heavy las-guns, and well placed Nova Battaries.

When they came in range however, Korhal would be turned into a swirling oblivion of death and carnage as Virus bombs decimated the world's population, and cyclonic torpedoes carried it through the atmosphere, and plagued the world.

Yalorek grinned. "They shall meet their fate. The Chaos Gods shall be victorious!"

[NS]Galactic Albia

06-11-2006, 22:14

Second Office Valentin coughed, struggling to breathe in the smoke-filled corridors, as he shouted orders and rallied the surviving stellar marines and tech crew around chokepoints leading to the anti-matter generators and singularity projectors at the centre of the ship, enmeshed in the heart of the vast, dying dreadnought.

Wounded, isolated and confused survivors were scattered across the vast ship, and Valentin had no way of co-ordinating with them save by short-wave radio, and most radios had been knocked out in the explosion of the Redoubtable.
"Those alien bastards will pay." he spat, and realized that he knew nothing of the attackers, why they were attacking, or indeed what race they were.
But he knew that this did not matter. In this place, this time, there was only one rule: Only the strongest survive. And he had no intention of simply succumbing to fate, the wound in his lungs or the fatal countdown enabled by the dying Captain Moreland. He would accquit himself with honour, and earn favour in the eyes of whoever kept score in the Afterlife.
"Set up a barricade across this corridor! Use whatever you can! You, technician, can you find a way to restore inship communications from the secondary control room?" Valentin referred to the emergency bridge at the heart of the ship, near the singularity projectors, an expensive component not present in anything but the largest and most valuable ships.
"I...I think so, sir." said the shaken technician, still suffering from shock.
"Get to it then, man!" Valentin snapped, and turned his attention back to trying to co-ordinate a defence of the central core. He had managed to get here from the Bridge fairly easily, but the ship was falling apart, and who knew when or where the alien boarders would come from.
He quickly estimated that he had roughly fifty people and around thirty-five guns to go around between them, most of them Navy Shotguns in the hands of the Stellar Marines he had managed to pick up on the way. With a flash of remembrance, he ducked back from the barricade, barking more orders to set up a defensive perimeter across the multi-deck entrances to the huge main core area.
Slipping into the now mostly deserted and suprisingly intact core chamber, he hurried for the emergency supplies cabinet, keyed the lock, and then sliding his hand behind the light fixture in it, he flicked a hidden switch to open the secret armoury. He grinned at the selection of Laser Pistols, Frag Grenades and even a Plasma Gun hidden in this niche compartment, unaccessed since the ship had been built thirty years ago. He just hoped the weapons were still in good nick.
Shouldering the huge Plasma Gun, he was relieved to see its plasma chambers were full, and automatically set to "Spray" mode, making it an ultra-lethal superheated flamethrower, rather than a high-energy anti-tank weapon.
"Here comes die sonne." Valentin quoted, from his favourite Action film Rammstein III, as he racked the slide, and went to defend his ship. Fourty-Five Minutes.

Elsewhere on the ship, the Divine Legion were taking control of the Thunderchild with relative ease, finding resistance scattered in small pockets, armed with mostly laser pistols and shotguns, little match for the discpline of the Waldenberger Elite or their pulse rifles.
But as they approached the heart of the ship, they were in for a suprise. Pressure Doors had been sealed where possible, and barricades set up in strategic locations, guarded by trained stellar marines, who opened fire with their Laser Rifles the moment they saw the strange invaders.
"Shit! They're Humans!" swore Sargeant Beckwood, as he emptied a power cell at the silhouettes emerging from the smoky gloom at the end of the corridor. "That means they're at least as clever as we are!"
"Motion sensor says there's hundreds of them! Where's a sentry gun when you need one?" said an able crewman, firing a Shotgun on widebore at the attackers.
"Keep your head down you fool!" Yelled the Sargeant, but it was too late, as the crewman slumped over, an acrid hole burned in his chest from a pulse round.
"EVERYONE DOWN NOW!" shouted Valentin, rushing to this section to fire his Plasma Gun at the attackers, driving them back with superhot gouts of plasma, melting armour like candlewax.
Valentin's comm buzzed, as another section came under attack. He was relieved that the system had been restored on a limited loop, ensuring secrecy of transmissions- just in case the enemy could understand Terranglish.
"I read you. Sorry Chaps, got to dash." he said, hefting the heavy plasma gun, running off to fend off an attack on another part of the perimeter.
Slowly but surely, however, the perimeter buckled, and was forced back closer to the inner core. Soon lack of weaponry was not a problem.
"Blow the corridor! Use the frags!"
Ship fighting is the bloodiest most brutal form of fighting, as any stellar marine can tell you. stray explosions can create not just debris and blown in corridors, but hull breaches and cut power or coolant lines, especially if near ammo decks or the central core. The defender can also muster nasty tricks, like cutting power to gravity and life support in certain sections, or activating EMP Fields and sentry guns. Thankfully for the Waldenbergers, the latter abilities had been disabled by the heavy damage sustained to the ship.
But getting to the singularity projectors would be difficult indeed.
"Fifteen minutes left! Keep fighting men!" screamed Valentin, doing a quick headcount. ten left, only three stellar marines, including Beckwood, who had picked up an enemy pulse rifle and quickly learned how to use it. He had pointed out that it was made by humans for humans, and was not disimilar to their Laser Rifles. They were unsure of how many attackers they were killing though, and it was quickly apparent how vastly outnumbered they were.
"Seal last pressure doors!" Valentin screamed to the technician in the control room over his comm, and he leapt backwards through the last door, firing one last spray of plasma at the enemy, before discarding the spent weapon, and picking up a Shotgun.
Three crewmen did not make it, and they were quickly terminated by the advancing Enemy.
"Fall back behind the Anti-Matter Cores! If they fire their energy weapons in here, not even God will know where all your atoms end up!"
This was it. the final defence. Ten minutes left.

Port Morne, meanwhile, was scrambling all its fighters, and the last of its non-combatant personnel were hurried into underground bunkers for security, whilst the Planetary Garrison of Stellar Marines were deployed. Unlike their shipborne companions, these marines were equipped with mobile field artillery and heavy rocket launchers, and were prepared to defend the vast airfields and spaceyards that made up the huge city-sized Starbase of Port Morne on the planet of the same name.

Commodore Jared watched with tense anticipation, as the last of the pickets and the two Hunter Battlegroups recalled from the Hunt formed a defensive perimeter around the Planet and its spaceborne Shipyards and Defensive Platforms. Now they would wait, and pray.

Waldenburg 2

07-11-2006, 00:01

"Sorry Sir lost it again...it's a bugger to get through their walls Sir." An ensign aboard the communications frigate said as he started to reroute wires and turn the various knobs of a massive control board. Ajax Sloan waited impatiently as he stared, via hololink at the ensign and his task of contacting Major Chatterjack aboard the enemy vessel.

"Ahhh...There it is, open communications to you Sir.”

“Sah,” Major Chatterjack shouted and stood to attention as Sloan watched a group of Divine Legion blown away while trying to round a corner.

“And your status Major?”

“Doing quite well, they weren’t expecting us, but as always surprise has been lost, after the initial thrust. As for my men they have been to busy fighting to search for anything yet, but I assure you this battles in the bag, got em’ routed severely and what not. We’ve taken maybe three hundred casualties, although sir those casualties won’t be getting up again, they’ve been using nasty weapons, damn foreigners aye sir?”

“Quite Major. Has the possibility accrued to you that they only fight so they prevent your acquirement of their weapons technology? That perhaps you should search for information now and leave the fighting for later? Their core is probably going critical right now.”

“No sir,” the Major cut back condescendingly, “They’re pulling back to their core, they wouldn’t do that if they were all about to die. No they are fighting wisely, and if you don’t mind sir I would like to as well. There is no need for the fleet’s presence here the situation is under control.”

“Very well major. The damaged ships shall return to Vice Admiral Terrimen’s fleet, where reinforcements and salvage and repair ships have been summoned. You shall take your temporary command there as well where the ship will be analyzed for useful information. Sloan out.” He finished feeling rather ridiculous.

On the enemy vessel the major put away the bulky communication device, and ducked some buckshot from the insanely accurate enemy shotguns. “Corporal are the transporters rigged up yet?”

“Yes sir coordinates will be easy enough to find as well should be no problem getting behind their barricades.”

“Excellent, Sergeant Immle assemble your squad we’re beaming behind the barricades.” About 9 men gathered round the major with so far useless bayonets fixed, and waited. “Corporal, do it.” The ten men became ten strands of green light and winked out, reappearing down the hall, behind the enemy barricades with murder in their eyes.

“Alright, the Major was so good to dismiss us, on to Port Morne…When your ready captain stay in formation in jump everyone.” Sloan breathed angrily down the bridge officers’ neck. After the warp conduits opened only four ships remained around the smoking dreadnaught, two Halcyons and two Transports, along with the hulks of burned out ships, and still dying voices yelling pointlessly into space.

The fleet was reduced but by no means a weak force. About 240 Military ships left in this detachment, only 19 of the giant Halcyons left which seemed to form the backbone of the fleet. Every other ships had at least 10% damage to shields, minimum. Sloan was unsure what he would at Port Morne but was sure it had to be good.

“This is Grand Admiral Sloan of the Waldenburg Theocracy, communicating to the Port Morne authorities.

Your ships are destroyed, your fleets wiped away, our fleets continue to grow, hope abandons you. We came in peace and the Albian Star Empire only brought war, you have achieved to become as worse as the Oblivion we sought to destroy. The commandant of Port Morne, has a chance to end the bloodshed now, surrender your sword, or we shall be forced to destroy this planets and ALL of it’s inhabitants. If you fight the Great God shall purify this world through our devout hand. If you except, you shall be allowed to repent, and serve the God for your lives and achieve acceptance. For now is the hour of your judgment, and only you may stay the sword. We await your response.”

Sloan delivered the message without much enthusiasm. It was the Bishops who lined the bridge room, whose eyes were ablaze with holy zeal, and their fingers curled around the short command sword each one of them had been given.

“Admiral a word please,” Bishop Trite said casually beckoning Sloan back to the rear wall away from the ears of the crew. They stood, Sloan looking furious and the Bishop talking the whole time, till the Admiral turned his head and left one eye flickering noticeably.

“The four tactical Yachts will board with the HAS Iolite and take on 1000 Constana warriors. Under cloak they shall, approach the defense stations and beam aboard. Once in control wait for my orders. Attempt to jam communications after we receive, the word back from Port Morne.” The Admiral slumped realizing not for the first time that Waldenburg was being ruled by a load of corrupt soothsayers appeasing the populace through, near verbal magic.

The Bishop’s orders were obeyed and the four Yachts under cloak took on their 1000 warriors without decloaking. Hopefully the Albian scanners would not be able to detects, this even though the four unarmed ships would have to travel nearly 250,000 KM’s to arrive at the enemies out defense platforms.

Spit break

07-11-2006, 02:33

OOC: finally the main battle

The ZAFT Heavy Assault strike fleet moved closer into range "entering firing range in two minutes sir" a officer reported "good prepare all hands for combat and prepare to launch are forces, we do have delta fox nine athurization?" he asked "Yes we do in any situation like this" said Commander Le Creuset "good we will use it if needed" the captain said "that much power might just be over kill" said Commander Aiman "The home land came under attack once before thats why we developed a weapon of such great power to use" Le Creuset said

Xessmithia

07-11-2006, 05:18

The Mobile suits began taking fire and being destroyed but the commander of the Silver Fox had a plan just as the enemy fighters were fireing on the mobile suits a flight of Darts decloaked behind the enemy and launched dragoons and fired there main cannon at the fighters. On the bridge of the Silver Fox things where running smoothly "Full missile barrage on there craft i dont want one of them to live" the captain ordered "yes sir all missile tubes fireing" was the response the Silver fox's 246 missile tubes laucnhed anti-matter missiles at the enemy fighters and Valkyries. On the front line Devastator zakus Launched a massive barrage of of DRAGOONs the number of DRAGOONs out numbered the enemy force there was no way they could survive.

OOC: When this battle ends we should start a new thread.

IC:

"Break! Break! Break!" Chrome-Dome shouted into his mike, the four Viper flight split and a mass of enemy fire lit the space where they had been.

"Switch your Crackerboxes to omni-directional and fire them at that mass of incoming drones. I'm sending targeting data that will but most of them within ten clicks of a blast. Morons fly to close together." Chrome-Dome ordered his flight, they had eight SRM-134 "Crackerbox" missiles split equally between them all. They fired the missiles off setting them to detonate if they got shot so they would all do some damage, their 500 gigaton warheads were lethal to small objects like the drones out to a radius of 15 kilometers in omni-directional mode.

When they were fired the flight flipped on their long axis and raced back towards Galactica.

***

"Missiles incoming," reported the Officer of the Deck. "Counts two-hundred forty-five ."

"Flak rounds from the heavies for two salvos." Stevens ordered.

The heavy guns complied, they loaded in a special shell with a bursting charge and fired thirty-two of them into the swarm of missiles. The rounds reached their pursting points and shattered into trillions of hyper-relatavistic spheres of shrapnel.

Three-quarters of the incoming missiles were taken out then and there. The rest were easy pickings for Galactica's point-defence guns.

However a group of drones had swarmed SPS Ramiel. Vipers were picking them off but one managed to slip through a breach in the shields in a one in a million chance and crashed into one of the heavy guns while it was being charged to fire.

The capacitors shorted and the energy blasted Ramiel in half. One of the two remaing parts sides was glowing blue-hot and shedding vapourized medal. The remains of the bow flew past Galactica, missing her by 400 kilometers.

***

Francis' EW officer had managed to rig her shields to make her look like a piece of debris. They were now in the optimal range for attack of a roughly kilometer long blue capital ship. Francis fired off her missile.

Spit break

07-11-2006, 15:30

OOC: ya but believe you me this battle will end with you running

The battle raged on "Incoming missile!" a occifer said on the bridge of the Nazca III "Evade!" the captain ordered "To late!" he yelled the missile impacted the ship dead on the explosion ripped it apart. On the Silver Fox good news just came in "Sir message from the Homeland read 'For True Freedom and Justice defend our land, Delta Fox nine athurized good luck' looks like were good" the CIC officer said "Good prepare for the attack call back all vultures and arm them have the fleet prepare for a full missile barrage Anti-Matter first then we load and fire the Tri-Thortanum missiles we will show those bastards whos territory this is" the captain ordered "roger that sir" the officer responded as he called back the vultures and informed all ships. On the Front line a massive wave of missiles came at the main force its was dodged when the missiles came back around most were intercepted but some made it though hitting mobile suits. The enemy fighters retreat was stopped by the Darts that were between them and there fleet, the Darts locked on to multiple fighters and laucnhed DRAGOONs no matter how hard the evade they will get hit. "Sir all ships report ready" CIC reported "Good launch the vultures fire on my mark" he then paused for 5 seconds "NOW! fire Anti-Matter Missiles load Tri-Thortanum Missiles!!!" he yelled "loading complete on all ships" he said "Fire, die you bastards" he said smuggly. The massive barrage of missiles came at the enemy fleet over 900 Anti-Matter missiles "Long Bow to all craft confirmed from Silver Fox let them have it! WooooHoooo" a Pilot said releasing a Tri-Thortanum missile. Over 1,000 Tri-Thortanum missiles launched at the enemy fleet. Each missile had four warheads once the missile was intercepted or got close enough the four warheads would detach and head to the target. Each warhead had the explosive force of two red super giants confined to a smaller space.

OOC: Meet your death, Tri-Thortanum Missiles are made by ZAFT, made from a man made element so only we have it, The missile are fast, and once your flak hits a missile the four warheads just launch so you got four new targets to intercept. to say the least your screwed

Xessmithia

07-11-2006, 19:21

OOC: Hmmm 1000 red giant scale missiles, that's 2.66e32 Watts. I am hereby invoking the principle of equal energy, enjoy.

IC:

Chrome-Dome laughed at the enemy ships, they had vastly underestimated his acceleration. The Vipers easily avoided the ships and strafed them with their guns as they pased.

***

Two Hours Ago

"You know I just don't feel right about not having a stronger presence in the Milky Way." President Julia Anders said, "Just not right. Delay the closing of the gate until we can send a Nightingale and two Dauntless through."

Fleet Admiral Jones nodded, "It shall be done. Mockingbird and Invincible and Brilliance are in system I'll have their orders written up in minutes."

***

"Mass missile swarm incoming!" The OoD yelled.

"Tac jump now!" Stevens yelled back. Galactica and her escorts went FTL. They arrived ten light seconds behind the enemy fleet, and left the missiles far far behind.

"Hyperspace imprints, large ones!" The OoD reported, "They're friendly!"

At that moment the two Star Frigates Stevens had requested for back-up arrived and they had two Star Battleships and a Star Dreadnought in tow.

Petty Officer Nevin was glad to finally get a message from re-enforments speaking her own language, "Message from Captain Reynolds CO Mockingbird, 'Where do you want the fire?'"

Stevens smiled, "You have enough guns. Spread the pain."

Space itself warped as Mockingbird opened fire. Each of the enemy ships was targeted with a blast over three thousand times more powerfull than a Valkyries anti-ship RKV. Everyone else just stood back and watched the show.

OOC: Actually thats 1/100th the energy of those missiles you fired, I was nice.

[NS]Galactic Albia

07-11-2006, 22:01

a slight shift in pressure was all that warned Valentin of the enemy teleporting behind him. Spinning as he dropped to the ground, he fired his shotgun rapidly, but it was already too late, as their Phaser Rifles cut down his defenders without warning.
His buckshot took them down soon afterwards, but more began materializing, and Valentin realized with horror the tactical power of this enemy, and how he had no way to warn Port Morne of the impending danger.
He realized there was no way to continue to defend the Anti-Matter Core, and he was rapidly becoming outnumbered.
Running through the Core to the control room, the lone technician stood, frozen with fear, his laser pistol limp in hand, as Valentin pushed past him. All around the enemy were firing their weapons, securing the area and trying to cut Valentin down.
Diving beneath a console, he frantically tried to reload his Shotgun, as the technician raised his hands in surrender, hoping perhaps they would take him off the ship with them. He finished reloading, and cut the foolish technician down before ducking behind cover, withering fire pinning him behind the console, as it sparked and melted from enemy fire.
"Suffer not the Traitor." Valentin whispered to himself, hoping fiercely the cowardly technician was on his way straight to Hell.
Fumbling in his pocket for a Grenade, Valentin tried to think of a way he could destroy the Singularity Projectors.
It hit him like a flash. Rising rapidly, he sprayed the approaching soldiers, trying desperately to dive for the Fire controls. If he could activate the Singularity Projectors without setting a target, he could fire the singularity weapon at point blank range- ripping the ship apart in the process.
With the last of his strength, he lunged for the control panel....

Commodore Jared sweated as the Waldenbergers transmitted their ultimatum. He seriously considered their words, and wondered what he was to do. But his nerve returned, as he realized that they were Fanatics, seeking to convert or destroy the Albian Empire to their fundamentalist cause.
"Transmit this message to them: Rule Albiana, Albians will never be slaves,
to oppose Albiana, is to become a firey blaze." Jared quoted the unofficial Imperial anthem, words that made the commande centre staff grin or grimace at the real target of such defiant words- those whose resolves wavered in the face of such an enemy.
"Order the Platforms and Ships to open fire five seconds after the transmission."
"Acknowledged, sir!"
Jared smiled, confident once again. Even if they made it to the planet surface, there fleet would be so crippled they'd be no match for the rest of the Empire.
The Platforms and Ships charged up their weapons, and prepared to do battle with vastly superior foes.

Meanwhile, the vast Platform crews were utterly unprepared when hundreds of enemy soldiers beamed into the command centres, munition decks and armouries, catching the stellar marines and technicians completely by suprise.
Some were foolish enough to go for their guns, and all hell broke loose, as a close quarters melee erupted aboard the Gibraltar Battle Stations, the tight corridors and wide open control rooms rapidly becoming killing zones, mostly of the unarmoured, unprepared and lightly armed Star Navy personnel.
This happened across all Six of the Orbiting Battle Stations, each crewed by roughly twelve hundred personnel. But against the hundred or so warriors beamed aboard, the vast majority were little match, and most took the opportunity to hide or surrender.
The Stellar Marines tried to fall back, but, encircled and cut off from their main regroup points, it quickly degenerated into geurilla warfare, with the Divine Legionaries holding all the advantages.

Jared frowned as the Stations did nothing as the enemy came closer. "Retransmit the order to fire! We need those heavy Railcannons and Missile Launchers!"
"Sir, noone's responding...Shit! Sir, life signs are rapidly dropping over most of the stations...Hang on, there was a brief spike a few seconds ago, but now its evening out...I think the enemy have taken our stations sir!"
"WHAT?! Impossible! We'd have detected any shuttles, countered any approach..." Jared spluttered, realizing with a sinking feeling the core of their defence had been comrpomised. He just hoped the enemy up there didn't know how to operate the equipment...but then again, they wouldn't need to. Someone or another up there would, and would probably betray the Empire in exchange for safety and a promise of rewards.
Grimly, he ordered the Surface Defence Silos to target the Stations. It would almost certainly kill the planet Morne if the stations crashed or broke up in the atmosphere, but it was necessary to ensure they could not be used against the fleet and planet.
He silently prayed for the souls of the several thousand men and women he was sending to certain death with this new order. He turned the key, and knew that, unless he recieved confirmation otherwise, the stations would soon be hammered with plasma missiles from the surface.

Meanwhile, The fleet advanced to engage the oncoming attackers, railcannons and torpedo tubes spitting death, forming a staggered line in space to make full use of their weaponry against the oncoming attackers. Outnumbered and sitting ducks, the line would quickly be overrun without support from the Stations...

Spit break

08-11-2006, 01:02

OOC: a battle of tactics eh, well let the battle begin, your just lucky you could jump or your ships would have been wiped out

The Fleet engaged phase cloak and at the same time dropped a few thousand mines that were phase cloaked they mines would float around the enemy ships and inside the ships shields and into the ships them selfs. "Activate on my order and move us to a distance" the fleet moved far enough away that most missile could be intercepted "Now activate the mines" the captain ordered "activating mines, Now!" the CIC officer said all over the battle field mines decloaked there claws lached onto enemy craft if they were inside a ship they would blow up if they were inside the shields they would use there drills to big deep into the hull and if the were outside the shield they would impact the shield till it went down.

OOC: you cant hit my fleet and yet these mines just got past all your defences

Waldenburg 2

08-11-2006, 01:10

“….Will never be slaves,” the Bishop scoffed as he paced the command deck of the Albian, but now Waldenburg held defense platform. “No, Waldenburg does not believe in slaves it does, believe however in burning, thumbscrews, stonings, have you heard of those things? Perhaps not but then again it won’t matter, they still happen weather you know of them or not.” The Bishop paused in front of a captured technician of the Albian Empire, “Would you like to live? Your family like’s to live I’m sure? All you have to do is confirm that the boarders have been repelled, and tell us how to use this equipment and you, and your entire family, along with everyone on this station will be set free.”

The Bishop dressed as always in long official robes looked at the blood, in puddles soaking the floor of what probably had been a nice sterile command center. “We believe in redemption the most though, save yourself, anyone leave war, and hatred behind. All one most do to save one’s self is confirm boarders have been driven off and, you stand by to follow your Task Master’s orders. You have only a minute someone choose or everyone dies.” The Bishop smiled walked to a porthole and looked out the first shots were being fired, and Waldenburg looked as though it would take another beating.

“All ships target phasers on the forward Destroyers.” Sloan said calmly, eyeing down his fleet and the various options. He was reminded at this third battle that it was more likely to dodge one of the enemies’ shots, or pluck it out of the air with tractor beams then it was to survive. “All Defiant Frigates will form a column and assault from the port side. His fleet was beginning to grow thin, battleships and cruisers formed the hard core of his fleet, while the frigates and Special service ships attacked on either side. The Halcyons as always were pulled slightly behind, firing precise shots, picking vital systems when they could. “Captain send the WIS Prophet back to Vice Admiral Terrimen’s fleet, where they shall relay the message that reinforcements are needed. Albian in proving a tough nut to crack.”

Mercenter Banter also was a bit worried about this fight, most of the stationary batteries had remained motionless, and it would have been good to know which way they would turn. He could probably knock them out but right now the planet-facing flank of the Waldenburg fleet was extremely exposed. “High Jerrot Vong launched, two wings of fighters we’re going on a little expedition.”

“Immediately sir,” A chubby Kendr swung around in his chair picking excellently at his consul. “Wings 3 and four are away and wait for instructions,” The Jerrot reported meekly to his commanding officer.

“Starfighter wings 3 and four. We are aware that there are a number of batteries down of the surface of this planet. Your group will endeavor to destroy them if hit you are ordered to beam, down to the ground and again attempt to cause as much damage as possible. Banter out.” The Mercenter put down his headset, and watched the wings leave their prospective ships. Only the Ardion Halcyons carried fighters, the Waldenburgers managed with armed shuttles and schooners and alike. His ships only carried 32 of the Longsword fighters, however unlike the Halcyons, which were huge and pointlessly expensive to shield, the Longswords had small plasma shields. They weren’t that efficient and could only stop one or two shells from hitting, but it gave some support to the otherwise slow moving fighters. The Longswords streaked planet side heading blindly away, once in the atmosphere they would become, very unresponsive and difficult to fly. The only purpose of this flyby was to test that water for the gunships, the Longswords only had four missiles although they were quite powerful, most likely they would not even be able to turn about and face down the enemy again.

“WIS Inheritance is gone sir or reserves are spent.” A Lieutenant who had been on scanner through down his headphones and moved to a secondary computer a meter away. “Our reserves are spent rerouting HAS Kendr into position.”

“No,” Sloan said quickly, “Let the gap open try and draw them into it, They seem to have broadside cannons let’s see if they can beat teleporters. If they draw close enough boarding parties are to go over.” Sloan thought for a moment and rubbed his chin at the risky idea that was forming. “Also the fleet will reduce shields to 50% and reroute power to weapons, they seem to have little effect in shields anyway.” It wasn’t much but maybe just a few moves could turn the battle.

Xessmithia

08-11-2006, 01:31

OOC: you cant hit my fleet and yet these mines just got past all your defences

OOC: What was that about not telling be people how their tech works again?

IC: The enemy disappeared from EM band sensors. "What happened?" Stevens asked.

"They somehow rendered themselves non-interactive with EM band radiation, we still have them on TRADAR, their mass hasn't disappeared afterall. Wait, I just got a lot more mass signatures, look like mines. They're using the same stealthing system as the ships."

Petty Officer Nevin spoke, "Message from Mockingbird-Avatar, 'I've taken the liberty of analyzing their stealth, mine's won't get past our shields, I love those hyperdimensional fields of safety. Those clowns haven't been stopping wierd shit coming at them nearly as long as we have, can't you tell?'"

Stevens smiled, he'd never met Mockingbird before but he had met her sister, Nightingale. They were both wonderfully flippant. He wondered what Galactica would be like when she got here.

The bulk majority of the mines went for Mockingbird. When they returned to normal space they detonated harmlessly against her shields. Radiant's shields failed briefly and a few mines detonated on her armor, blasting a shallow crater out of the superconductive material.

Galactica took this chance to land her Vipers to refuel , re-arm and give their pilots a break. First Wing had lost a quarter of her strength, Second Wing was looking for payback as they leapt from their launch tubes.

Stevens kept an eye on the TRADAR display, "Keep up a light barrage of fire. Let them know they aren't safe." He turned to PO Nevin, "Tell the Seraphs to head back to base. They don't need to stay anymore."

The six remaining heavy cruisers hypered out of the area with relief while the heavy hitters filled the space where the stealted fleet was with energy fire.

Spit break

08-11-2006, 02:09

OOC: dude we had a discussion about this on the UII forums Phase cloak goes through matter and high energy and dont even think about saying your shields are low energy because it would be impossible for them to withstand the attacks from my fleet, also the only thing you should be picking up is the gravity from my ships not anything on your TRADAR.

Telros

08-11-2006, 02:52

Uh, dude, his tech, I am sure he knows what it does. Also, he decides what happens with the mines, not you. And also, you saying they go into his ships and detonate, bit powerplaying.

Spit break

08-11-2006, 03:01

Uh, dude, his tech, I am sure he knows what it does. Also, he decides what happens with the mines, not you. And also, you saying they go into his ships and detonate, bit powerplaying.

OOC: lets move this to the UII forum so we dont have 5 pages of OOC chat

GruntsandElites

08-11-2006, 04:09

OOc: I think I shall join in. Can I?

Spit break

08-11-2006, 05:36

OOC: I know your in UII so go ahead just dont pop out of no where set your self up, now to get this next part out of the way now that we got every thing cleared up

The explosions from the mines gave the fleet time to surround the galactica. On the battle field the Tri-Thortanum missiles kept going "commander what about the missiles?" a pilot asked "simple we paint that damn enemy ship" he said he turned around and 'painted' the Galactica. The missiles being smart reconized the ZAFT painter and did a 180 heading right for Galactica. The missiles speed increased they had one target. ZAFT also had another trick within a gas giant in the system they had a inactive FTLi one command from a mobile suit and it activated. Galactica was un-able to jump away from in incoming assault.

OOC: see what happens when you dont destroy something?

Spit break

08-11-2006, 15:12

*bump*

[NS]Galactic Albia

08-11-2006, 21:20

Jared winced as Three Destroyers exploded from the opening salvos of the enemy barrage, regretting sorely that the Empire had not fought any major fleet actions in nearly fifty years. The crews were trained for patrols and gunboat diplomacy missions, fighting pirates and alien gunrunners, not vast invasion fleets with vastly superior numbers and technology.
But he took comfort in the strength and quality of the Discpline and Drill that had been instilled in all the men under his commands. Every Lieutenant carried out his orders with crisp efficency, every Captain knew how to handle his ships, trying their best to maintain standard naval formations whilst recieving punishing fire from vastly superior enemies.
He sorely wished that it was Buckland in command, and not himself, for he knew that his close friend was a creative thinker, and would be able to handle this situation much better.
"Incoming enemy fighters! Bombing runs targeted at defence silos!"
"Scramble Interceptors, and man those Missile Batteries! Defend the Silos at all costs!"
"Sir, we've lost contact with silos 11 and 15. Enemy Incursions detected."
"What?! Impossible! There's no assault shuttles, no transports! How by the Emperor's Soul is any of this possible?!"
The Lieutenant shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe they have teleporters, sir?" he suggested tentatively.
Jared snorted. "Matter Transmission is impossible. No, they must have cloaking technology- that or incredible mastery of the Aether, able to jump in ships and jump them back out with zero loss of energy in unbelievable times.
Record everything and copy it into Black Boxes to be buried in the deep core geothermal shafts, aswell as into FTL courier drones. The Empire must be warned!" he said unnecessarily, as his men hurried to do what they would have done anyway.

Meanwhile, the Defensive Fleet found itself pulling back rapidly, their fighter covers desperately trying to intercept MAC shells with smart missiles, and provide a thin screen for the main Frigates to use their heavy railcannons to target the flanking enemy vessels.
"Keep them to the fronts! Any that try to flank us are to be targeted with combined fleetpower!" Ordered Captain Kestrel, one of the few female captains in the Star Navy, and likely to be one fewer given the high rate of casualties.
"Keep a close eye on those Defence Platforms! I want to know the minute those battle stations are fully armed and fully operational!"

Aboard the Battle Stations, the Stellar Marines burst onto the munitions decks, indiscirminately firing on anyone who got in their way, as they desperately fought to disable the weapons of their stations. But they were fragmented, outnumbered, and outmanuevered, and soon all fighting had been brought to an end.
The first few technicians were uncooperative, but soon the Waldenbergers were able to find those willing to betray their comrades for survival.
"sure, I'll send the codes. just promise to take me with you when you leave. Our uh, government doesn't look kindly on those who see the light as i have." wheedled a computer technician noone had ever liked, and had sent his freetime watching pornographic holovids.
the technician overrode the lockdowns, to the disgust of his comrades and the approval of the Waldenbergers.
"There, you can now fire the main weapons sys-"
Suddenly the Battle Stations were rocked by explosions. Going on gut instinct, the Commander of the Surface Defence Silos had ordered a full launch the moment the weapons had come online, much to the impotent rage of Commodore Jared, which was quickly cut off when the Waldenbergers began to try and retaliate with medium and short range weapons.
However, weapons with seperate or crew-intensive controls were more difficult to operate, requiring the Waldenbergers to divide their forces or trust the handful of crewpeople who could be co-erced or volunteered to man their weapons against their Empire.

Captain Anne Kestrel pursed her lips grimly, as she found herself pressed between a Hammer and an Anvil. It was a pity, perhaps, that she would die in this way, probably forgotten, but that was the risk she had agreed to do when she had signed on, and striven so hard for the last eleven years to succeed against. "This is the Captain of the Artemis, all ships fall back behind the defence platforms. Keep firing, even if those platforms get in your way. I'm sure they will understand."

Waldenburg 2

08-11-2006, 22:56

"HAS Scorn has been hit sir we are beaming out survivors onto the HAS Pendant.” Sloan for the last ten minutes had been losing consciousness of the battle, he had started to pull in on himself when the WIS Mercy, his second most powerful Waldenburg ship had taken multiple hits to a engine and finally exploded. Hundreds had died on that ship before the transporters had even begun to work. This battle, to the command’s dismay, had turned for the worse very quickly. Usually it was the frigates that were destroyed, leaving the battleships with weakened opponents. Now however the nimble frigates were the only ones even mildly capable of outrunning or dodging the enemies’ weapons.

“Beam the survivors aboard and push the wreckage towards the planet with tractor beams, it probably won’t make it but it’ll look pretty. Also in the wake of the wreckage, launch 20 dropships and, 7 shuttles (A total of about 500 troops), they’ll find some cover there. And yes, I want the Automatons in the dropships, alert the Ardion command.” Sloan said softly as he pulled his collar up and began to shiver, hopefully without his bridge crew noticing.

“They are complying, they have targeted as yet undamaged, batteries, although they wonder if Automatons are really worth dispatching in such small numbers. They request they be allowed to land another 8000 to even up the odds.” The Communication Lieutenant said petulantly.

“No Again, losing robots is not much of a loss, the church approves of their destruction anyway, so we kill two birds. The dropships will pick up any remaining pilots. Although I can’t say I’m hopeful. Also inform the Ardion command that, 72 gunships will be rigged with explosive drop pods. As I understand they can drop warriors to the surface with them, explosives should survive the same treatment.”

“Again Complying,” the orders were starting to take effect the HAS Scorn was being pushed planet side and the dropships were already forming up behind.

“Excellent your place in heaven is assured, my son.” A Bishop cooed to a young technician who had chosen to see the light. As he finished a hail of violent fire shook the station, and small fragments broke of the ceiling to rain into the Bishop’s miter. “Not ours I think.” He said mildly as he removed his hat. “Belay those orders no need to patch through the all clear, We will stand to our guns and fire on the Port Morne fleet.” Hopefully the young officers who could be bribed away from their duty would not falter in killing their own species.

“Also, take those who did not cooperate to,…holding.” The Bishop nodded slightly at a Constana, who couldn’t see him but understood anyway. Those who had not seen the light were bodily marched out of the room down the hall and onto a knife blade. “Here, my sons.” He handed over small boxes with ominous red buttons. “If ever you need to escape press this and it shall transport you to one of our ships, you may only use in once so be vigilant.”

The Waldenburg fleet, which had been trained to always hammer forward was slowly, doing so. This time they perhaps were smarter, as all the remaining ships with fighters launched them. The Longswords maintaining loose formations hopefully minimizing any proximity missiles launched against them. They had strict orders to stay near the defense stations and occasionally nip out and fire, heavy anti ship weapons. The Waldenburger’s shuttles were to act as relay point beaming over wounded and transporting them back to ships.

As the fleet moved two Akira Class Battleships, both from Terriman’s squadron were hit and had to quickly fall back, the lines were getting disastrously thin and only the frigates really posed a threat. The Defiant class Frigates, which mostly had been running errands were ordered to swing far right and flank them heavily. The pulse cannons on the ships would probably work better, then the long-range phasers anyway.

Down on the planet things faired little better, of the squadron, over forty fighters had been shot down. Most of the crew hadn’t escaped either, the few that did would be a huge throne in the side of Albian operations planet side. With the reinforcements coming in the form of Automatons perhaps the unorganized and separated group could keep a few batteries occupied. Nearly all the elements of the Waldenburg attack force was working, only full scale land invasion and sacrificing civilian ships was left open to Waldenburg.

Spit break

09-11-2006, 04:03

OOC: BUMP and man if this move of mine doesn't work am going to ahve to fall back

Xessmithia

09-11-2006, 18:36

Stevens had to give his enemies credit, they were persistent. But they had made a devastating mistake when they focused all their missiles on Galactica, they had ignored the other five ships present. As such almost a hundred thousand point-defense guns lashed out at the missiles devastating their ranks. The first thousand split into four sub-munitions and they were likewise wiped out by the mass of fire coming from Mockingbird, Invincible, Briallance, Radiant, Cosmopilitan and Galactica herself. Their warheads did however detonate, washing the Cofederate ships with hard radiation, Cosmopolitan's shields failed and she was blinded and disarmed as the energy boiled off her armor, weapons and sensor antennas, Radiant faired slightly better as her shields barely held. Galactica's heat sinks filled to half capacity while Invincible, Brilliance and Mockingbird barely even noticed the enrgy influx.

"Return fire." Stevens ordered, and the fleet complied. Mockingbird laid out more energy in a sinlge second than the entire battle had before, the Star Battleships energy mounts lanced light-speed death at the enemies and their three capital missile tubes fired the bigger brother of a Valkyrie bomber's anti-ship missiles.

Spit break

10-11-2006, 01:00

OOC: well then till we meet again eh? just dont plan a invasion things are more on my side your fighting Mobile suits about to be replaced

The Mobile suit and fighter forces had fallen back to a different position and so did the fleet. "drop the cloak shields to full" the captain of the silver fox ordered the fleet de-cloaked and got hit from some enemy fire "can you get a reading on the enemy ships?" he asked "yes sir, one has lost its shields" CIC reported "fire signal flare, temporary withdrawal and lay down fire on that ship till are people have returned" the captain ordered CIC then gave out the order to return by fireing three flares, every ship in the fleet did the same, one red, one green, and one purple. The fleet then fired what they could at the ship that had no shields.

Xessmithia

10-11-2006, 09:04

The enemy fleet poured fire into Cosmopolitan's already weakened hull, what was left of her armor flared off leaving her bare hulled and the weapons fire started blasting huge holes in the superstructure. Brilliance moved to intercept the energy but was too late, Cosmopolitan's remaining systems failed, a few life boats streamed from the wreckage and the ship's heavily armoured AI core blasted itself away, then an enemy blast struck the heat sinks, releasing much of their energy and what had once been a magnificent ship turned into a boil of light, taking over ten-thousand lives with her.

[NS]Galactic Albia

10-11-2006, 14:39

Captain Kestrel watched with growing desperation as her meagre fleet was forced back into the Gravity Well of the Planet, their numbers growing fewer and huge gaping holes made in their defensive line.
"The Fleet can't take much more of this Punishment! We need to end this or withdraw, and force them to either commit to attacking the planet or pursue."
she yelled at the commscreen in her chair, Jared's face an indistinct blur amidst the static and repeated attempts at Jamming. Only by cycling their frequencies were they able to maintain communication.
"Captain, if you withdraw the Fleet, they will be able to bombard the planet from orbit. We will be unable to fight effectively on the surface, and if they decide to use Mass Drivers...."he frowned.
"I am giving you permission to execute a Forlorn Hope. Emperor speed you on your way, Captain."
Anne sighed, and began instructing her ships to begin this last desperate act, to drive the enemy away from the planet.
"Order the Camshire and the Devonsford to arm all warheads, and go to Transaether right in the middle of those bastards."
"But sir-"
"Just do it. And order the rest of the fleet to follow in their wake, all weapons to be concerntrated on those big bastards near the back. Those Battleships probably have the command staff and any heavy weaponry aboard."
Accelerating rapidly, the Fleet began to move towards the enemy, weapons blazing as they came, despite the enormous punishment the Waldenburgers were laying down, especially from the Captured Stations, whose fire, although it had diminished to a trickle, was still pounding the defense fleet.
The Camshire exploded before it could get into position, annihilated by enemy fire from several directions, but the Devonsford plouged on, ready to sacrifice itself with a massive explosion at FTL speeds.
Behind them the tattered fleet, down to a mere half dozen ships, formed a tight cluster of ships, expanding and retracting like a muscle, as it dodged, weaved and concerntrated all its combined fire on first one ship then another, hoping to knock out weapons systems and engines, seeking to cause as much damage as possible whilst the Transaetheric Engines built to translight speeds. If they were not stopped, the survivors would flee, leaving in their wake a trail of chaos and at least one translight gigaton explosion.

On the Planet, corridor to corridor battles were raged as more and more of the enemy landed and saught to enter the network of bunkers and silos scattered across the planet, and the Stellar Marines fought back hard, Laser Rifles being fired in lethally accurate volleys at approaching foes, accompanied by deadly Railgun and Plasma Gun support, cutting down any survivors. But the delay in reloading was long, and the enemy were able to advance slowly but surely, killing dozens of marines trying to fight in this archaic manner.
"Commodore! They've breached Silo 11! Skirmishing is intensifying across the whole defensive network. Fightings heaviest near Silo 15, 11 and 3."
"Send reserves! They must not get control of the defensive systems! Order the Silos to keep firing at maximum capacity, untill they run out of missiles or targets! We must hold the line!"
Suddenly a tremor shook the command station, and Jared's ears popped.
"What was that? Report!"
"Sir....Silo 11 has exploded. Stray fire must have hit one of the nuclear missiles being prepped for launch..."
"Damage Report! How much else was effected?"
"Radiation has increased to 7%, the Silo 11 Anti Ship Batteries have been annihilated, and most of the 3rd Division has been wiped out, sir. Communications are down all over that sector."
the Commodore cursed violently, as a breach had been blown in their defensive perimeters. "Order all other Silos to keep firing! Target the Battle Stations, in particular Lambda and Beta. They appear to be putting out the most fire, so they have the most traitors."
hundreds of missiles streaked from the surface towards the Battle Stations in the heavens, as the traitor crews frantically fought to survive and to convince their new masters they were loyal.
"Screw this, I'm getting out of here." said the Computer Technician who had first betrayed the defense. "Come on, lets get out of here." He pressed the red button, and soon more of the traitors and cowards reluctantly pushed the buttons, to leave Lambda and Beta.

Seconds later, Beta began to split apart from the withering fire, and a magazine deck exploded, hit by one of the smart missiles, taking out a huge section and creating a new, brief star in the acrid sky of Port Morne.
Lambda followed a minute later, and soon the withering hail of fire from stations and the planet's surface began to subside.
It was almost certain the Waldenburgers would begin to land, and attack the defensive network that surrounded the vast shipyard facilities on the planet.
Jared checked his Laser Pistol, and authorized the remaining reserves to take up defensive positions around the bunkers that hid the non-combatants from the conflict.

Spit break

10-11-2006, 19:34

The captain of the silver fox saw the large explosion he regreted the deaths of the crew of the enemy ship but they were just that the enemy "sir all ships report all forces recalled" CIC reported, the captain looked one last time at the battle field were many had died then turned "then get us out of here jump to military HQ" he ordered "yes sir jump in 3......2.....1" The fleet hypered out of the system for ZAFT military HQ to report on the situation.

Spit break

11-11-2006, 20:00

*bump*

Waldenburg 2

11-11-2006, 20:06

OOC I assume from your post in the factbook this is correct.

IC “Admiral Sloan Sir, they are forming battle lines, and sensors pick up an increase in energy coming from all ships.” The sensors Lieutenant yelled out over the sound of a photon torpedo hitting and Waldenburg shuttle in front of the flagship.

“Fighters converge and take them out.” Sloan moved aside from the front screen to look at tactical readouts that showed mostly floating wreckage of fine white hulls. He turned back to see a Longsword fire a heavy missile barely missing the engine of one of Albian’s ships.

“Sir, powers still going up we’re missing everything.”

“Prepare to board all squads to transporters, flanks will close to encircle them.” His orders were obeyed and the battle encircled the Albian squadron as the flanks of his fleet were pulled in. The explosion caused by ships sent shockwaves across space evaporating the Waldenburg fighters, sending the few that managed to escape smashing into the other ships. “God Damn, full deflectors to the front. Full reverse gets us away.” Sloan yelled as a Defiant class Frigate was thrown across the bridge of the flagship scrapping across the hull and draining the shields.

In the tight space surrounding the Albian fleet Waldenburg ships was flung back, sending them sprawling out of formation flinging them in circles. This time the cruisers survived, their shields holding back the brunt of the blast, the frigates smashed into anything.

“Damage report all ships report.” Sloan yelled through the blaring sirens on his deck.

“It’s not over but we are reporting….Initial casualties as 24 ships disabled, casualties over…10,000. Average shields down to 10% . All enemies are off the board though space has been taken. For God and Glory.” The Lieutenant enthused lightly.

“Everyone reform. Bloody hell where did the station go?” Sloan murmured as they watched another station crack open. Sloan’s eyes slanted as he saw a flood of bodies pour out of the cracks forming, already killed. His eyes hovered over to where the Bishops sat talking with one another quietly.

“Admiral Sloan. You delivered an ultimatum to the souls on that planet. Death is what you promised I demand you fulfill that.” Bishop Trite stood and walked to Ajax holding out his fingers in the traditional Bishop stance.

“You murdered them on the station, you’d murder them, on the planet. I won’t though, you can, but I will give no orders such as that.” Sloan brushed his side arm and clicked his heels together.

Trite moved forward slowly pushing back two marines who had been standing near the command chair, away from the cool look on his face. “You will. Those who don’t obey the Church are excommunicated or killed. All enemies of the church will be purified, and we, the chosen of the Empire shall send their souls to the heaven. Everyone on that planet is an abomination, a heretic. You will kill them or you and your family, will be dealt with suitably.”

The Admiral wilted shoulders slouching while the Bishop stared through him at Port Morne waiting to do what he thought would save humanity. “We have soldiers down there, they will die.”

“Then they will die for the greater good of the Church and all man kind you have your orders Admiral carry them out.” The Bishop returned to his seat in the rear of the bridge, the crew was frozen to the deck finally understanding what was going on, who had the real power.

“All ships of the Waldenburg Theocracy will bombard the planet of Port Morne below until all life signs have been extinguished. Hammer Forward.” Sloan fell into his chair panting with what seemed like exhaustion. After the fleet had moved to a more suitable position, a joystick popped out of his chairs arm.

“Admiral The first torpedo shall be yours.” Trite nodded malevolently and watched a pale hand extend, fingers wrapping around tiny black stick. With a slight movement of the thumb, three photon torpedoes burst out of the forward hold speeding to the planet below. All other ships capable of orbital bombardment followed launching, shells and torpedoes down on mostly unarmed people below. The crews of the ships watched the rainbow effect of colours as the munitions spread out lighting high orbit with an odd light. The light moved down, slowly the red crosses of the Waldenburger ships grew darker.

A marine burst out of the turbolift as paused a moment to view the spectacle of the Bishops, “Sir the traitors from the defense stations have beamed aboard, Bishop Merdson however died sir, what are your orders?”

“Kill the traitors they have no place in God’s heavens, to death.” Bishop Trite superceded Sloan’s surely forthcoming ‘hold them for investigation.’ The Marine chose not to argue and radioed down the information to a line of waiting Divine Legionaries. “Fix Bayonets and advance.” The long blades were slide home and the sound of polished boots hitting the metal floor drowned out most of the screams.

Spit break

12-11-2006, 00:08

18:00 zulu
ZAFT Military HQ

The Silver Fox and other ships had been in dock for a little over a hour now and the captain was briefing military commanders of what happend "So once again Blue Cosmos has broken the treaty" one said "yes it seems we did not use enough fore last time, I suggest once we are able to we wipe Blue Cosmos out for good there territory has valuble resources that we can use well" another commander said "But what about this unknown force? a patrol does not have the power to take on what was it.........." one said as he flipped though "something around 10 ships with minimal looses to them" then patrick zala walked in, they all stood up and saluted him, he saluted back walked to his seat and sat down "Alright give me a update on whats going on" he asked "DSSD reports a Blue Cosmos fleet has crossed the DMZ and is searching for are forces, a task forces is assembling at L7 to push them back and a force is getting ready to move out from L9 to invade Blue Cosmos planets near the DMZ" a commander reported "we can't really call it a DMZ now can we? The matter at hand is we have to push Blue Cosmos back and keep them in a controled area, what planet is are first target?" he asked "Tar-hal sir the force will meet up at the Kingston resource satalite and move out to Tar-hal" the commander responded "vary good now you all have jobs to take care of" he said as he stood up and saluted before walking out.

The Cosmic Balance

12-11-2006, 03:17

The Albian Star Empire has visitors (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11935381#post11935381).

[NS]Galactic Albia

12-11-2006, 22:28

Commodore Jared watched with incredulity as the massive bombardment began, and the surface structures were blasted into ruin, the huge and valuable spaceyards incinerated, the city of worker's quarters shattered.
The bunker shook around him, and for fifteen minutes he expected the torrent to end, for the enemy to begin landing operations.

But as the planet was reduced to blazing ruins, the bunkers began to be penetrated, the silos detonated, leaving huge charred craters, thousands being killed under the punishing rain.

"By Jove...their killing the planet! They aren't softening us up, they are trying to eradicate us!" he said with shrill fear.
"Are the deep hangars still intact? and the launching bays?"
"Mostly sir, but not for much longer. Their fire is almost global. Volcanic and tectonic activity is beginning to manifest, and the atmosphere is fucked to hell, if you'll excuse the language sir." reported the nervous lieutenant.
"Order all millitary forces to the hangars and the Ironsides. I'd much rather risk a planet to space assault than stay here and be annihilated by their fleets. Tell the civillians to go as deep as possible! Hell, suit them up and drop them down the geothermal bore.
If they're not safe down there, they won't be safe anywhere..."
Jared massaged his throbbing temples, and then began to hurry from the command centre.
"Come on! To the deep hangers! Even if we're all shot from the skies, at least we're expending their ammunition, and distracting them from the planet! Time is crucial! We must buy time for reinforcements to arrive!"

In a moment of complete suicidal insanity, the surviving millitary forces- naval, technical, stellar marine and star army- all began hurrying through the crumbling corridors and ruined bunkers, struggling to reach the transit systems which would take them to the deep hangers, and the assault dropships which they would fly at the orbiting fleet.
A foolish and insane plan, but the only one they had. Better to die doing something than to wait for the end.

Elsewhere in space, the ftl couriers had arrived at other worlds, transmitting the messages across the empire on their journey to New Londra.
Three Patrol Battlegroups and two Defenders anwsered the call, and a group of Heavy Cruisers and 18 light ships similar to those first engaged by the Waldenbergers began to speed towards the Morne System, to attack from behind in precisely three hours.

In those three hours, the crust would shatter, as Port Morne became a barren hell. But in fifteeen minutes, swarms of freighters, dropships, reserve fighters, escape pods and all manner of aerial and stellar craft pouring from chasms hundreds of kilometres from the main base site, which was now not so much rubble as a scorched crater.
They had no chance, but still they came, swarming up, aiming for the vast orbiting ships, a crazy, suicidal tactic, trying to board or crash into the distant vessels. Most likely they would all be destroyed, but hopefully in doing so the civillians down below would not be detected as they hid in the deep geothermal vents, their life signals disguised.
Hopefully the enemy would cease their bombardment. Hopefully, something might come of it other than a vainglorious death.

Three hours.

Waldenburg 2

13-11-2006, 01:28

“Sir, HAS Freedom is reporting empty tubes, requesting… Ammunition freighter four.”

“Freighter four was hit nearly half an hour ago, reroute them to freighter eight on the far right. Fighters are to return to bays, we’ seem to be done here, all disabled ships still capable of FTL are to head back to Vice Admiral Terrimen for reassignment.” The Grand Admiral was still glaring darkly at anything that crossed his path, he felt pangs of empathy for the people on the world below, nearly half his family died in the Oblivion Crisis the same way.

“Admiral the situation seems to be in proficient hands, the all senior members of the church are holding conference in the Ready room and we will not bare intrusion.” Bishop Trite said as he rose, dropping his miter on his head at nearly a rakish angle before departing with the remainder of the holy men.

Sloan watched them leave and finally smiled when the door swished shot behind them. With a long patrician finger he beckoned a Marine Captain to him. “Activate security surveillance in all rooms. I’m afraid they are growing a little to,” he searched for a word that didn’t make him out as a traitor, “Uhmm…. Well never mind activate security all over the ship and leave the feeds open for Post Captain or higher.” The marine’s face, covered in blemishes started to crease for an explanation to why the Admiral suspected mutiny. Instead of contemplating the subject he gave a smart salute, and whipped out a three-pronged key before disappearing in the turbolift.

The bridge was now bustling with activity, officers, commissioned and not were beginning to talk mildly as below the planet was hit again and again by torpedoes and the occasional missile or MAC shell from the Halcyons, whose hull were bent scraped from the impact off one each other in the transether explosions.

“Admiral, we have a communication from Waldenburg High Command, apparently Terrimen has the communication lines up, that means reinforcements are with him now. I’ll play the message now sir…”

Message Encoded Waldenburg High Naval Command Rynod Three.

Congratulations Ajax, well done, news just reached us here, talk of the Empire, Grand Admiral defeats fleet of one hundred. Damn proud of you, we all are. Now to the business of my department. On behalf of the Waldenburg Theocracy, I am proud to award Ajax Sloan on this day, May the 10th the Waldenburg Cross of Bravery, The Holy Oraphont First Glass, Order of the Knights of Holy Cross, Grand Commander. And by special order of the Cenobiarch, the title of Baronet Sloan of Port Morne has been granted. The Theocracy cannot thank you enough for this action, and acknowledges your years of service to Waldenburg and it’s people. The first Salvage flotilla of Waldenburg, and the First converted fleet of Rynod has been dispatched to your position. Good Luck and always Hammer Forward!”

The message ended, applause broke out on the bridge, the clappers forgetting apparently what exactly they had been fighting. Sloan couldn’t stop beaming, not for the titles and medals although they would provide I nice boost in salary, His father had been the voice in the message the extremely elderly, Commodore Phillip Sloan, finally released from hospital after a year of observation and surgeries.

“Admiral!” an out of breath Rear Admiral Rodney Evans yelled directly before the turbolift doors opened. “Admiral, quickly we can save the civilians on the planet. Beam as many as possible to Freighter four, they have secure chambers although I wouldn’t fancy be stuck in their with how many we can pile in there. Sir we can save maybe ten thousand innocents, and have a bargaining chip with Albes. The Bishops are in conference, and we’re close enough to do it.”

“Damn, excellent idea Rodney, inform the WIS Heaven and Patriarch of this and have them start beaming any life signs to those secure areas. Put force fields up around them in case they should try, anything funny mind.” Sloan stood and shook the man’s hand before instructing the transporter room to beam up as many life signs to Freighter four, where the force fields were already going up.

“Damn Sir! Screen just went red! We’ve got hundreds of incoming; I don’t know where they came from Sir, out of the ground by the looks of it. They all look pretty small but coming right at us.”

“Ah no problem,” Sloan called back overjoyed at his fathers long awaited recovery, “They should be fairly to the ground, fire a few more missiles that way and relaunch the fighters.”

“No sir,” the unlucky officer said back squeakily, ”I got up to stretch my legs along with Lieutenant Pembrooke,” he pointed to a communications officer. “And uh they’re on top of us the fleet is waiting orders but assumed they told off by rear Admiral Evans, prisoners being transferred he said…” The babble was cut short by a wave of the grand Admiral’s hand. “They’re right on top of us Admiral.”

The view screen saw the first enemy smash into the hull of the HAS Iron Fist, a Halcyon on the far left which had received little damage. They kept coming, some of them would obviously smash into the hull and die a blazing death, but there were no shields on those ships and some of those desperate boarders would get through.

“All fighters and shuttles form a screen nothing gets through, phasers to wide dispersion, Torpedoes to proximity wipe them out no more get through.” Sloan was again standing face turning an unhealthy shade of red. “Damn It Pembrooke, go arrest yourself and report to Bishop Trite for punishment he shall see you right!” Sloan was screaming now even though this was by far the least harassing assault on the fleet yet. “Beam over reinforcements they’ll need em’ against blood lusting widowers, what have we done?
“ He settled now gaining the calm air of authority that any officer of the Theocracy should have.

“Can’t sir.” The Tactical officer spoke up while trying to stifle another conversation with a marine. “One of their suicide runs took down the Iron Fists’ Mass accelerator tubes, the random magnetic fields are overwhelming, we can put them in there, but not all of them if you get my meaning.”

“Fine, as long as we keep anymore from getting up there will be no problem. Move any non-essential screening ships away from the HAS Iron Fist, no other boarding today Mr. Pembrooke?”

“Sir, That’s the Iron Fist they sent 500 Automatons down to the planet and, another 500 Warriors to take the stations, we put the Ardion Flagship over there to stay out of trouble. They’re defenseless, against maybe thousands of enemy marines, with those shotgun things Major Chatterjack reported.”

The Grand Admiral’s eyes burned with rage he felt towards the young officers he had probably condemned to death, “Then destroy the Iron Fist, torpedoes right into the hanger bays. “

“That my son would be murder. That is punishable by death.” Bishop trite appeared again, bubbling with brilliant tactical advice. “Anyone that fires on the ship is an enemy of God and an abomination. The Ardion Alliance allied with us, we are the servants of God the De Facto blessing is obvious we will see how this battle goes, not fought by treachery like you gentlemen enjoy, but faith, my weapon of choice.”

“I don’t suppose you came for the lecture on hanger safety?” High Mercenter Banter said with a faint smile. The shotgun pressed in his face pushed a little further, cold steel brushing up against the aliens perfect teeth. “I suppose you bastards…ohhh…Sorry.” He doubled up with pain as the butt of the gun was rammed into his stomach and he fell on his knees. The officer peered around at his hanger bay where he had been speaking on fighter safety, before supplies arrived. He had watched, one dropship of Albian soldiers fly in and wipe out over 80 pilots who had stood on the deck in lines none the less firing sidearms at heavy outer plating.

“Very well gentlemen, I don’t have a sword but If I had one it would be yours.” The Mercenter removed a medal from his jacket and placed it in the Albian officers hands. “On my honour the ships is yours.”

OOC IE Yours as in you control it completely.

[NS]Galactic Albia

13-11-2006, 22:49

Jared felt himself truly, wonderfully, alive, as he and the ragtag fleet of small craft roared up from the surfaced, towards the distant twinkling stars of enemy warships. Death had never been so certain, and nor had the Commodore. For the first time in his life, he truly, completely, understood.
"So, this is what Buckland was always going on about." he mused.
As they passed through the ionosphere, everything began to shake, and the sky lit up with fire, as the desperate ships switched to defensive fire, far, far too late. Was someone asleep at the helm?

To the Commodore's complete suprise, they were getting closer and closer to the ships.
"THIRTY SECONDS!" screamed a stellar marine sargeant.
"WE'RE HITTING THE FUCKING HANGARS!"
Jared was shocked, both at the obscenity at how unbelievably close they were. Surely they wouldn't-
Explosions rocked the ship, as the defensive fire increased, and the lead ships smashed into the sides of the enemy vessels, dozens dying to cripple the defences of these vast ships. It was pure madness.
Screaming into the hangars, the Dropships missile pods opened fire, spraying the loaded hanger with firey death, destroying fighters and blasting apart dozens of fleeing pilots.
Screeching to a halt on the deck, Commodore Jared took out his nanocomposite sabre, and screamed in a rare and total moment of bloodfrenzy.
"CHAAARGE!"
"OOHRAH!" roared the marines, leaping forth from the dropship, shotguns and laser rifles blazing, cutting down anyone and everything, as they advanced.
Not twenty paces in, The dropship exploded spectacularly, and the Commodore dropped behind a crate, grabbing for his shoulder-slung shotgun.
He couldn't see what was happening out there, and he had lost communication, but presumably the ragtag fleet was making a huge mess, boarding ships, ramming enemy weapons ports, and creating as much confusion as possible.
The hangar bay rang with the sound of weaponsfire and the screams of dying men. At least our enemy are human. Jared thought. They feel pain as we do, make mistakes as we do.
He leapt out from cover, racing towards the back of the hangar, blasting anyone who got in his way, heedless of the reckless danger of it.
Someone stood tall, the air of an officer plain around him.
A Marine sargeant raced up to him, screaming in his face, shotgun pressed to his temple.
The Commodore hurried over, giving some covering fire as reinforcements poured in from adjacent doors, running into the discplined fireteams of the Stellar Marines, who had taken up covering positions all over the mess of the bay.
"I'll accept this man's surrender, thank you sargeant." he said, recognizing the gesture of the outstretched sword for what it was.
"You may not be able to understand me, but i thank you, on behalf of all those still on the world below, for your surrender." he said with ragged breathing, his tone sincere and his eyes bloodshot with determination. He wondered, briefly, if the men he had assumed to be fanatics thought the same of them.
"Now, Sargeant, get a team of your men up to the bridge. I'll come with you- We need to turn this ship to our advantage. Maximum damage! Also, see if you can get the rest of the ragtag fleet to regroup on this ship. We might even be able to get her out of this mess,and back to the Empire for study."
He mused, but snapping out of his reverie quickly, and, using the man's own sword, jabbed him lightly, indicating that he should walk in front of the assault team.
"I don't know if you can understand simple Terranglish, but we're going to the bridge, to turn this vessel against your allies." he said cheerfully to the foreign human. It was refreshing for once, to be in a situation that he could understand, dealing with professional human soldiers and crewpeople, rather than dangerous and untrained pirates and alien scum. They were the real threat, unpredictable, fanatical and they loved to pull crazy suprise attacks.
Which was why, Jared realized, they were doing so damn well against these Invaders.
"To the bridge! Finish off the survivors, and use the prisoners as human shields if you can! Kepe moving!"

Spit break

14-11-2006, 15:23

"This universe can't go a week with out conflict can it? such a bother it is, They mess up the universe and we have to go clean it up once and for all" said Rau Le Creuset "Now Le Creuset I would not put it that way, This universe is ever changing and some times a hand full of people add some chaos so we bring peace and security, we are all soldiers we made the choice to defend the PLANTs and to protect the PLANTs we must protect the universe from conflict" Patrick Zala said gripping a cup of coffee and taking a sip "even so its a large task sir not even chairman Durandal could win that battle" Le Creuset then said picking up a chess piece and moving it "We can try but it would be doomed to fail that is why we should just look after are own borders" he said moving a piece after Patrick moved his "Even so Le Creuset we can give it are best shot can't we? after all we are all a part of this too" he said moving a piece "thats mate Le Creuset" he then said. Le Creuset looked at him and laughed "So it is, well maybe there is hope after all" he said.

Wanderjar

14-11-2006, 18:27

OOC: Ah, gotcha.

IC:

The Despoiler Class Battleships continued on towards Korhal, escorted by the dozens of other heavy battleships and thousands of fighters and bombers. They peppered the enemies with combined thousands of heavy las-guns, and well placed Nova Battaries.

When they came in range however, Korhal would be turned into a swirling oblivion of death and carnage as Virus bombs decimated the world's population, and cyclonic torpedoes carried it through the atmosphere, and plagued the world.

Yalorek grinned. "They shall meet their fate. The Chaos Gods shall be victorious!"

OOC: Did anyone ever respond to this?

Telros

14-11-2006, 20:57

OOC: Sons of Taronis hasn't been on for a while, exams and all I think.

Waldenburg 2

14-11-2006, 22:04

“Your Grace I implore you the ship will be taken. Nearly half it’s fighting capacity, is gone. They have no internal security systems despite from some force fields, but any captured officer would put those down the ship however big will be taken within the hour.” Sloan was begging before Bishop Trite who was smiling faintly and disdainfully at the display of what he thought pathetic weakness.

“Admiral even if they should fail, what can they learn of Waldenburg’s fleet? Those ships have no shields, no transporters, it’s fighter compliment destroyed. Anything they wanted to know could have been learned from initial scans. The most useful thing they shall learn is fleet numbers and positions in Waldenburg Space. And why not, they should know their enemy and be afraid of us. There is little more I have to say on the matter. Now report are any other ships being boarded?” Trite patted his hand as he spoke losing all majesty, through such a simple action.

“No Your Grace, we have a good screen up. The WIS Saint took some light damage but they don’t stand a chance now. Although please your grace the Iron Fist it needs…” he was cut off with a wave of the Bishops’ hand.

“No more today Sloan.”

“Yes Your Grace… What of Lieutenant Pembrooke I was perhaps a bit harsh, I had left my station as well, mistakes happen, futures cannot be judged by such little things.” Sloan began to plead again.

“You were right to send him to me, people died because of that action. Devout people who should not have died, did. He has, no is paying for his sins. No not one more word I’m enjoying the show.

“Good Gods, they are of no threat to you they have been ordered to stand down, why?” High Mercenter Banter screamed at his Albian captor. “The ship is yours the crew will not resist, they will not help but they will not resist. And yes I can understand you stop bloody poking me. The bridge is here.” He laid his thumb on a glowing pad and opened the bridge where the crews screams were cut short by the sight of the Mercenter. “Now gentlemen you have control, what is it you wanted?”

It would take battalions of men to control the ship, it had to be constructed on a massive scale to house the MAC tubes and storage for the various ammunitions. After the length had been obtained the Ardion built up from that building massive crew quarters, twice as large as the average Waldenburg stateroom. It was said ninety percent of the ship could be destroyed without damaging any critical systems. Without a turbolift and a tram running the length of the ship being unadvisable, everything could be run from the bridge unless overrode from the main system area. The ship, in taking the bridge was under the control of the Albian Empire.

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