Talaax
22-10-2006, 04:25
Imperial Palace, Yuuzhan'tar
Lord Kunra Esh, grandson of the liberator Shoon-mi Esh, Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong, Sith Lord, sat through yet another situation conference in his audience chamber. The villip choir before him displayed the sketchy details of the invasion of New Dornalia, accompanied by the drone of a Fleet Intelligence officer.
"...We believe that the Allaneans seek to knock the Dornalians out of the war in one swift attack before moving on to other priority targets. The information we have now is incomplete at best, but it seems as though a full scale invasion is taking place..."
With a wave of his hand, Kunra bid the man to move on to the next piece of information. Lately the situation conferences had become dull. Little of interest was happening and the anticipated "main thrust" of the ESUS had never materialized. Yuuzhan Vong fleets sat at home in full readyness, expecting to counter the major thrust that wasn't coming.
Effortlessly switching topics, the intelligence officer began detailing the progress on the Xanthalian front. "The Xanthalians are clearly on the losing side of this battle. The Grummans continue to press them back relentlessly, although at heavy cost to themselves as well as the Xanthalians. According to our estimates, approximately half of the Northrop-Grumman fleet is now committed to this battle..."
"So much at one place?"
"Yes, m'lord. It would seem they are not so economical with their resources as we are..."
"Where are the rest of their forces?" Kunra had a habit of cutting off subordinates.
"Our sources place them in the Sol system, they number perhaps a thousand vessels of all types we believe." the officer responded, after checking a datapad with his notes.
"Would you consider this an opportune time for a counter-offensive?" Kunra asked, putting the young intelligence officer on the spot.
After a few moments of thought, he responded. "Yes, m'lord. We have more than enough forces to knock them out of the war, if deployed in a timely fashion."
And so the idea was conceived. The first Federation counter attack of the war. Planning of course took time, with the fleet operations staff constantly reporting back to the Emperor. Eventually, however, a plan came together. Operation Vengeful Neighbour was ordered.
Hyperspace Coordinates -152, -466
The Yuuzhan Vong armada surged out of hyperspace all at once, completely battle ready with scanners active and fighters ready to launch. This was the last deep space re-orientation point before the armada arrived in the Sol system. Everything was ready, crews were vigilant, fighters armed and fueled, weapons armed and shields prepped.
Mere milliseconds after emerging from hyperspace, the entire armada began to turn as one toward the Sol system. Yammosk war coordinators aboard all command vessels spoke to each other and their flocks of ships simultaneously. The armada was superbly coordinated, able to maneuver, fire and deploy as one. The entire reorientation took less than ten seconds. As soon as it was completed the armada once again moved to hyperspace, less than an hour from Sol. Half a second before entering the darkness of hyperspace, a single burst message was send back to Yuuzhan'tar; Vengeance is wrought.
Sol System
Approximately 52 minutes later Grumman sensors would have picked up a massive gravitic surge approaching the system incredibly quickly. Mere seconds later, the Yuuzhan Vong armada blinked into existence around the orbit of the planet known as Jupiter. The armada was an impressive sight with a hundred Prophet Star Dreadnoughts, fifty Kor Chokk grand cruisers and hundreds of other vessels of varying sizes. In less than a second, three thousand Yuuzhan Vong vessels emerged in full combat readiness into the Sol System. Yammosks once again spoke to each other, and the half-living vessels immediately responded.
The entire armada, already in it's combat formation crawled forward deeper into the system. The larger ships spat forth swarms of fighters and fighter-bombers as they moved toward the bright blue dot blinking in the distance. Shields activated, dovin basals came alive with their artificial singularities and weapons began scanning for targets. The armada was split into three seperate groups of equal size and arrayed in a smooth echelon slanting out to the Yuuzhan Vong left. Fighters buzzed infront of and between each formation, scanning eagerly for the enemy fighters that were no doubt out there.
As the armada neared the asteroid belt, dovin basals aboard the larger ships began to push aside asteroids with their immense ability to manipulate gravity at will. As a hole began to form, the lead ships spewed forth the most terrifying Yuuzhan Vong space weapon - the grutchins. Tiny by space combat standards, at only 6 feet long, grutchins were unintelligent insectoid creatures capable of devouring entire starships with their acid-soaked mandibles. The armada released the tiny terrors in their thousands and even hundreds of thousands. The swarm sped off in the direction of Earth and it's protecting fleet, desperately seeking to quell it's tireless hunger for machinery. The grutchins would be the first combatants of the day, but behind them the Yuuzhan Vong armada slowly, ominously advanced toward Earth. Do-ro'ik Vong pratte! And woe to our enemies!
Lord Kunra Esh, grandson of the liberator Shoon-mi Esh, Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong, Sith Lord, sat through yet another situation conference in his audience chamber. The villip choir before him displayed the sketchy details of the invasion of New Dornalia, accompanied by the drone of a Fleet Intelligence officer.
"...We believe that the Allaneans seek to knock the Dornalians out of the war in one swift attack before moving on to other priority targets. The information we have now is incomplete at best, but it seems as though a full scale invasion is taking place..."
With a wave of his hand, Kunra bid the man to move on to the next piece of information. Lately the situation conferences had become dull. Little of interest was happening and the anticipated "main thrust" of the ESUS had never materialized. Yuuzhan Vong fleets sat at home in full readyness, expecting to counter the major thrust that wasn't coming.
Effortlessly switching topics, the intelligence officer began detailing the progress on the Xanthalian front. "The Xanthalians are clearly on the losing side of this battle. The Grummans continue to press them back relentlessly, although at heavy cost to themselves as well as the Xanthalians. According to our estimates, approximately half of the Northrop-Grumman fleet is now committed to this battle..."
"So much at one place?"
"Yes, m'lord. It would seem they are not so economical with their resources as we are..."
"Where are the rest of their forces?" Kunra had a habit of cutting off subordinates.
"Our sources place them in the Sol system, they number perhaps a thousand vessels of all types we believe." the officer responded, after checking a datapad with his notes.
"Would you consider this an opportune time for a counter-offensive?" Kunra asked, putting the young intelligence officer on the spot.
After a few moments of thought, he responded. "Yes, m'lord. We have more than enough forces to knock them out of the war, if deployed in a timely fashion."
And so the idea was conceived. The first Federation counter attack of the war. Planning of course took time, with the fleet operations staff constantly reporting back to the Emperor. Eventually, however, a plan came together. Operation Vengeful Neighbour was ordered.
Hyperspace Coordinates -152, -466
The Yuuzhan Vong armada surged out of hyperspace all at once, completely battle ready with scanners active and fighters ready to launch. This was the last deep space re-orientation point before the armada arrived in the Sol system. Everything was ready, crews were vigilant, fighters armed and fueled, weapons armed and shields prepped.
Mere milliseconds after emerging from hyperspace, the entire armada began to turn as one toward the Sol system. Yammosk war coordinators aboard all command vessels spoke to each other and their flocks of ships simultaneously. The armada was superbly coordinated, able to maneuver, fire and deploy as one. The entire reorientation took less than ten seconds. As soon as it was completed the armada once again moved to hyperspace, less than an hour from Sol. Half a second before entering the darkness of hyperspace, a single burst message was send back to Yuuzhan'tar; Vengeance is wrought.
Sol System
Approximately 52 minutes later Grumman sensors would have picked up a massive gravitic surge approaching the system incredibly quickly. Mere seconds later, the Yuuzhan Vong armada blinked into existence around the orbit of the planet known as Jupiter. The armada was an impressive sight with a hundred Prophet Star Dreadnoughts, fifty Kor Chokk grand cruisers and hundreds of other vessels of varying sizes. In less than a second, three thousand Yuuzhan Vong vessels emerged in full combat readiness into the Sol System. Yammosks once again spoke to each other, and the half-living vessels immediately responded.
The entire armada, already in it's combat formation crawled forward deeper into the system. The larger ships spat forth swarms of fighters and fighter-bombers as they moved toward the bright blue dot blinking in the distance. Shields activated, dovin basals came alive with their artificial singularities and weapons began scanning for targets. The armada was split into three seperate groups of equal size and arrayed in a smooth echelon slanting out to the Yuuzhan Vong left. Fighters buzzed infront of and between each formation, scanning eagerly for the enemy fighters that were no doubt out there.
As the armada neared the asteroid belt, dovin basals aboard the larger ships began to push aside asteroids with their immense ability to manipulate gravity at will. As a hole began to form, the lead ships spewed forth the most terrifying Yuuzhan Vong space weapon - the grutchins. Tiny by space combat standards, at only 6 feet long, grutchins were unintelligent insectoid creatures capable of devouring entire starships with their acid-soaked mandibles. The armada released the tiny terrors in their thousands and even hundreds of thousands. The swarm sped off in the direction of Earth and it's protecting fleet, desperately seeking to quell it's tireless hunger for machinery. The grutchins would be the first combatants of the day, but behind them the Yuuzhan Vong armada slowly, ominously advanced toward Earth. Do-ro'ik Vong pratte! And woe to our enemies!