NationStates Jolt Archive

((I realise I've been around less and less lately, however I've had a lot on my plate and I've only been able to make the odd short post here or there. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things sometime, but for right now I can't take part in any major RPs for the moment because I'll probably lose track of it quickly. However, I've been getting alot of inspiration to write some FT lately, and I figured it'd be a good stress reliever and a way to take any creativity I can't really use for other things atm. TG to join if you're interested, but I probably won't accept anyone for a while until I have the foundation of the story laid. I have a direction for this story, but I'm not opposed to others joining in. TG or MSN me any comments or requests for admittance. I don't want it too big for time constraints, but I figure I can have a slow-paced FT RP to relieve some stress.

So, without further ado...))


We came upon them in peace...
They chased us off with threats of war.

We returned with gifts...
They rejected with bullets.

We requested friendship...
They demanded bloodshed.

After our fourth expedition was shot down... The crew executed... We decided to give them what they wanted.

And so, our story begins...


Genevan V
Genevan System
Seventh day of Cravanian Siege

A garbled transmission was played over and over again in the bunker of the Chancellor, a grim reminder of what their constant egging on of the human newcomers had brought upon the humanoid people of Genevan. In the past the Genvanii had been able to defeat human invaders... But these people were different, and had caught the Genvanii off guard.

"Request... support... overrun... many dead... Can you... us?... Repeat: support nee-... immediately... Please respon-... ASAP..."

The transmission then became clearer as the real horror dawned upon the Genvanii people.

"Dear Gods, the hell is that thing? It's massi-"

The transmission was cut off just as the sound of the roar of gauss batteries could be heard.

And all the Chancellor could do was hang her head in disgust, knowing that this was her fault. The bunker shook with great force as Cravanians descended on her position.

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One Week Earlier

Sweat ran down trooper Hrak Jerskanan's nose as he knelt in the corridor, taking cover behind a door frame. His long, slender blue fingers stroked his rifle gently, his index finger resting on the trigger. His eye lined up with his ironsights, he was ready for them. Ready for the human pigs whom had returned after all these years. He was but a child when they last came, and he watched as his people dispatched them with ease. But these humans...

The Genvanii people had never invested in space travel beyond their home system... Their warships were lacking, and possessed inefficient technology to match those of the Cravanians. He felt the space station rock under his feet as the magnificent battle outside drew to a close, the entire Genvanii navy routed by a mere siege group. Missiles and shells bombarded this particular defense station, one of many.

The sweat continued to trickle as he watched the doorway into the hangar with concern, knowing this would be the first port of entry for the humans. And he knew it was his objective to end any incursion here.

What seemed like years was merely miniutes, when finally in a great cloud of debris the door before him burst open. Without thinking he squeezed the trigger, his rifle spraying the doorway with 6.55mm ammunition. Spent casings littered the floor where he sat, as he watched the dust clear and sparks flying in every direction around the doorway.

The firing stopped as the Genvanii continued to remain behind cover. The dust cleared, and there had been not a single casualty. One of the Genvanii rose to his feet and slowly moved towards the door... Only to have his purple blood decorate the walls as a burst of 7.62mm rounds passed through him from the wrist mounted Gauss cannons of Sentries. The silence was once again broken as Sentries poured through the door, their single red eye eerily moving back and forth as they carved their way through the defenders, taking minimal losses.

Jerskanan cowered in a corner, having already spent his entire stock of ammunition. One Sentry approached him, eyeing him up and down inquisitively. It then extended its arm, and a blade extended from it. The Sentry drove it into Jerskanan's rib cage, smearing his purple blood around the bulkheads and the Sentry itself. It then removed the blade, and continued on, leaving Jerskanan's body there to bleed out. A human boarding team would find his body later in disgust, knowing this was not the only way.

Machines such as Sentries felt no such emotions, though.

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Crack, crack, crack, crack...

The rail guns of ITCS-12 Dominator resonated throughout the valley as the Titan sat still over the city of Kleerston, her blue shield coarsing over her superstructure as projectiles bombarded it constantly, pounding it seemingly harmlessly.

The guns on the underbelly of the monstrosity roared with delight as they tore through enemy forces below, giving the Cravanian troops already on the ground much needed support. The city itself had been destroyed in the siege and constant fighting, the only things being fought over now rubble and dirt.

Aircraft roared overhead, the Cravanians having gained aerial superiority some time ago, troop transports and attack helijets swarming the city like bees as they were unopposed in the air. Resistance on the ground was stiff, however, with many Cravanians having lost their lives. The Genvanii were stubborn... And it would take much more to cause any type of peace.

"Status?", Colonel Harold Evins asked as he stood on the bridge of the Dominator, watching the destroyed cityscape stretch for miles around. Flames and smoke licked the cloudy sky, rain coming down gently on the shields of the Titan. Signs of combat could be seen and heard in every direction, and the fighting did not appear to be ending anytime soon.
"The enemy has put up some stiff resistance, sir.", his XO said while reading over some reports from the field. "It appears we aren't too far off from taking the city center, though. That would be an achievement."
"Indeed.", Evins replied as he watched a helijet speed out of the hangar. "Bring us over the main trouble areas to soften it up. Our troops need more fire support."
"Yes, sir."

The Titan slowly inched over the cityscape, her guns sounding off at regular intervals. Her imposing figure cast shadows on the city below, and raised morale for the Cravanians while causing the Genavii to feel all the more defeated.

On the ground, fighting was intense. Lieutenant Juan Garcia moved through the streets with his squad, his C23 rifle kissing his cheek with its cool and smooth stock as he rested his sight on the head of a Genvanii officer on the other side of the street. He squeezed the trigger, a single 7.62mm round penetrating the Genvanii man's head and spraying purple and blue brain matter and blood through the air. The rest of his squad took aim, pinning the Genvanii squad down in an all out duel between the two. A Genvanii MG team set up in a window across the street, pinning down the Cravanians and taking down a number of them. A BT-58 Duststorm MBT came speeding down the street, rotating its turret in line with the Genvanii MG nest. It fired with a crack as the Gauss gun discharged, destroying the window.

The Cravanians continued the advance, and the cycle of combat continued.

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And so, the Chancellor sat in her bunker, the room constantly shaking from bombardment above. Things remained unchanging, and time seemed to sit still in this dreary concrete structure for the Genvanii woman. Until the klaxons sounded off, and the Chancellor jumped... One of her guards came running into her office in the bunker.

"Ma'am, the entrance to the complex has been breeched!"

Three...

Private Clark Anderla tightened his grip on his C23, clutching it tightly to his chest. He peeked around the corner slowly, knowing that this bunker was a key element of Genvanii resistance.

Two...

He held up his hand, and held up two fingers. There were two Genvanii men down this corridor.

One...

With a forceful phwump, one of Clark's squadmates sent a grenade downrange from his underslung launcher. He quickly worked the action, sending another air-burst thermobaric cartridge into the chamber. The sound of the action did not blot out the screams of agony from the two guards below as they writhed with pain from the attack, their corpses smoldering by the time the squad of Troopers made it to their position.

"Sector four, blue corridor clear.", Clark's commander said through the platoon communications. "These fuckers smell pretty bad when you cook 'em, though."
"Sarge, anything smells bad when you cook it with a thermobaric grenade."
"I know... But these people reek!"
"Let's just keep moving, sir."

They moved from room to room, checking each door for hostiles. Nothing was found as they searched.

"Alrighty... Let's head back to the main group to see if they need help in another corridor."
"Roge-o."

The Troopers walked calmly towards the central corridor. As they approached the door into the main complex, they heard sounds of cutting ahead of them. They went around the corner, and found a squad of men accompanied by four Sentries, each of them hard at work slicing through the heavily reinforced door. Sunlight shone down from the door to the surface, and one could clearly see the Titan in all its glory sitting high above while rubble lay strewn about on the surface.

"I hope there weren't too many civilians here when we came in."
"They all supposedly evacuated beforehand."
"Well... That's good."

The Troopers stood waiting patiently for the door to breach, when finally one Sentry turned around and stopped working, looking to the highest ranking officer, a lieutenant. It sent a message to his HUD, then returned to work.

"Well, boys and girls, looks like they'll be done in a few miniutes. I'm calling the others back for the push into the bunker itself."

He hit a button on his command console on his wrist, and unslung his rifle from his shoulder.

"Let's do it."

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The sounds of the slicing Sentries grew louder as they began to finish up, spinning blades and sparks visible from the inside. Men lined the corridor with all sorts of cover set up, waiting and watching for those coming in to take the Chancellor and her staff. When the door gave, one man stood ready with a rocket launcher to take out the first wave.

Several of the men began praying to their gods... Not knowing if they would make it out to see their families.

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The door finally gave, and the Sentries deployed their Gauss guns, spraying the hallway. Chaos ensued, when suddenly almost from nowhere a rocket impacted one Sentry dead center, sending an explosive shockwave through the doorway and knocking the Cravanians from their feet. The four Sentries lie destroyed as a grenade landed next to Clark's face.

"Oh you are fucking kidding me..." were his last words. Before they died a beacon was sent out to forces nearby that it was their problem now.

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"Madame Chancellor, take this.", one of the Chancellor's guards said while shoving a pistol into her hands. "You'll need it."

The Chancellor and her entourage made their way to the secret escape route in the rear of the bunker, finally coming up to sunlight after twenty miniutes of walking through drab concrete corridors. A helicopter sat there, having managed to evade the air patrols and the Titan.

"Are you sure it's safe to fly out?"
"It's safer than staying."

As she made her way to the helicopter, the Chancellor took in her surroundings, finally realising what had become of her capital. A once bustling city, Kleerston had been torn apart by warfare and bloodshed. As she walked to the helicopter, she stepped on a piece of debris and blue blood oozed from underneath. She lifted the piece of concrete and found a disembodied arm.

Soon she realised many of the surrounding areas were covered in Genvanii blood, pieces of flesh and organs strewn about the square. All she could do to keep from vomiting was run to the helicopter. She had just found one part of the city that her people had failed to hold against the oncoming hordes.

The Chancellor and her entourage were halfway across the clearing when they were forced to duck by a low flying flight of Cravanian fighters. The fighters circled around, and three missiles struck the helicopter. The Chancellor, behind cover, knew her luck had run out.

"They'll be sending a dropship soon. We'll have to make it to friendly territory on foot, Madame Chancellor."

The fighters continued to circle their position, watching for the Chancellor and her staff to show themselves.

In the deep darkness of space, stars shimmered in black abyss. The USS-Sawol patrolled the farthermost federation boarder. The many windows of the ship shined as brightly as the stars. In one window the Captain Zachary Edmonds stared out into space. He sipped his favorite drink. Root beer. A rare community in the federation. A chime sounded in his ready room. "Captain to the bridge" a voice came over the speaker. The captain walked out of his ready room onto the bridge of the USS-Sawol a "Sovereign" Class Federation Starship. "Report?" The 1st officer stood at attention. "Sir we are picking up a faint signal. It sounds like a distress call." "On speakers."

Request... support... overrun... many dead... Can you... us?... Repeat: support nee-... immediately... Please respon-... ASAP..."

"Send a report to Starfleet. Helm set a course for the origin of that signal, Maxamim Warp."

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((I realise I've been around less and less lately, however I've had a lot on my plate and I've only been able to make the odd short post here or there. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things sometime, but for right now I can't take part in any major RPs for the moment because I'll probably lose track of it quickly. However, I've been getting alot of inspiration to write some FT lately, and I figured it'd be a good stress reliever and a way to take any creativity I can't really use for other things atm. TG to join if you're interested, but I probably won't accept anyone for a while until I have the foundation of the story laid. I have a direction for this story, but I'm not opposed to others joining in. TG or MSN me any comments or requests for admittance. I don't want it too big for time constraints, but I figure I can have a slow-paced FT RP to relieve some stress.

So, without further ado...))

Although I've seen your work and you're a good RPer. You're more than welcome to join in, I guess, as long as we keep it relatively small. =) It could be very interesting. Go ahead and have your ships arrive, since I'd like to see who's side you take in this.

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Although I've seen your work and you're a good RPer. You're more than welcome to join in, I guess, as long as we keep it relatively small. =) It could be very interesting. Go ahead and have your ships arrive, since I'd like to see who's side you take in this.

OOC: oh woops sorry lol. Got to wraped into the story.

Hazseria, Starbase 001

Fleet Admiral Yellowstone sat in his office. His office was square about 12' by 20' white walls. Behind his chair was the emblem of Starfleet. On the right wall was a painting of his flagship the USS-Avondale. His window over looked the planet Hazseria. He was preparing a report to send to the heads of Starfleet. A chime sounded in his office. "Come." A young blond Girl walked in. On her collar were 2 round circles of gold. Indicating she was a Lieutenant. "Admiral, a message has come in for you from Captain Edmonds." "Patch it through to my conical." The admiral looked over the message on his screen. He and Captain Edmonds both attended the academy together. Admiral Yellowstone however was promoted up through the ranks faster than Edmonds. The captain looked up from his screen. "Put the fleet on standby." "Aye Sir."

The Chancellor and her staff scrambled through the rubble, hoping to outrun the inevitable hordes of Troopers clamoring to capture her. It was a race against time...

Two dropships came roaring in, coming down fast and hard and dropping off two squads of men. They quickly rose back to the skies, speeding back to their mother Titan. The squads moved in and encircled the Chancellor.

"Give it up, Madame Chancellor! You can't run!"

She dropped to her stomach, and took cover under some chunks of concrete. She heard the gunfire and the screams as her guards were taken down one by one...

"Just come out now... Under our constitution you will be treated as a POW."

She held her breath, and clutched the pistol to her chest. She closed her eyes as the slab of concrete rose while two Troopers lifted it, two more with their rifles leveled at her face.

"Hello, Madame Chancellor. Stand up, and drop the pistol."

((Just a quicky for now. I have a newb friend coming in for a taste of his first FT RP.))

Inside the bridge of the Executor Super Star Destorier, Admiral Dale Rentin quietly awaits the preperations for hyper jump. Admiral Rentin replayed the explanation given to him by his superior officer.

"Word of the war has even reached Wilsonna, and without hesitation the parlament began voting on joining this insidious battle of human and "beast." With the growing need of land and resources, Wilsonna will be foreced to ultimately invade and take more territory, now was the time. You're misson, lead the charge, no better yet Rentin... Win this war before we need to send in a second wave." said the superior, ending the transmisson.

A brunette women, dressed in a lieutenant's uniform approached the command chair. "Sir, we're ready."

With a grave look, the admiral hesitated. 'You can do this Dale..' he thought. Using his confidence boost, Dale Rentin came to his feet, pointing into the recesses of space. "Let's get make ourselves heros, boys!" he shouted, the ship's crew excitedly setting off, beginning hyper jump.

"Sir, incoming ship on scanners. Sensors indicate its... Dear God, it's massive..."
"SitRep?"
"Tags identify it as an Executor-class Star Dreadnought... Origins unknown."
"Set condition one throughout the group. Launch the alert fighters. And sound general quarters."
"Aye, sir."

The ships of the task force moved about into a defensive formation, launching a screen of fighters to defend against the behemoth if it had hostile intentions. Klaxons rang out, and the halls were bathed in red light as crews scrambled to their stations.

"Send a request to command for reinforcements. In the meantime open a channel."
"Aye, sir."

The admiral, Admiral Peter Donohue, stepped forward, his hands behind his back. His image would be displayed in hologram form on the bridge of this new arrival.

"Unknown Executor-class Star Dreadnought, this is Admiral Donohue of the INS Polaris, Cravanian Imperial Navy. Identify yourself immediately, and state your intentions."

Seconds later, one of the comms officers on the bridge looked up from her console.

"The Titan over their capital reports that the Genvanii Chancellor has been secured. They request further orders."
"Tell them to keep her in the brig there, and treat her under the articles of the Cravanian Constitution for POW's."
"Aye, sir."

Donohue turned his attention back to the massive display screen at the front of the CIC, watching the endless sea of stars with the massive dagger-shaped monstrosity at its center.

"Sir, there's a transmisson from the Cravanian fleet commander." said the bridge bunny.

"Put it on the main holo-screen." he said, now taking to his feet, rushing to fix himself up. Once in a comfortable pose, Admiral Rentin gave his nod of approval to began the live feed.

"This is Admiral Dale Rentin of the Wilsonna Republic Space Forces, we're here to lend a hand." he said with a smile. Hopefully, batlle would not insue between the Cravaians and the Wilsonians.

As the two commanding officers spoke, all hands took up positions for battle with the larger more experienced fleet.

Down in the hangar, All pilots began to scatter to their ships, transports were loaded with tanks, soldiers, planes, and 'mechs. Wilsonna was ready to fight.

The main screen on the bridge showed streaks of white stars fly by them. They suddenly turned to dots as the Sawol dropped out of warp.

"Sir picking up 2 ships. Both very large. Looks like they are prepared to do battle with each other. Small ships on the surface of the planet."

"Shields up! Red alert!"

Klaxons on the ship began to sound. Red lights lit up the hallways. The Sawol made a swift right turn and headed for the 2 ships.

"Open hailing frequencies."

"Open"

Message to all ships

"This is Captain Edmonds of the United Federation of Planets. We demand to know what happened to the ship that sent out the distress call earlier."

((OOC: I have a small battle group here, just to clarify.))

"Distress call?", Donohue said to himself. "There was no distress call. We swept through their orbital fleet too quickly... Unless ground troops managed to slip one through."

He looked up at his comms officer, nodding his head. She nodded back to him, and flicked a switch on her console.

"This is the INS Polaris of the Cravanian Imperial Navy. We are currently carrying out a military action on the world of Genevan for the recent executions of fifty-seven Cravanian researchers whose craft was shot down without warning. The Wilsonnians, the Executor-class here in-system, detected the fighting at their position and decided to assist."

He then realised he had not answered the Willsonians, and turned towards the holo-projector.

"Well, Rentin, you're more than welcome to help. There's an easily detectable urban sprawl located on the central southern continent, which we've heard has been evacuated of civilians. It's an enemy stronghold, though. Good luck to you."

He turned back to the newly opened channel with Captain Edmonds.

"I apologize for that, Captain."

((OOC: I have a small battle group here, just to clarify.))

"Distress call?", Donohue said to himself. "There was no distress call. We swept through their orbital fleet too quickly... Unless ground troops managed to slip one through."

He looked up at his comms officer, nodding his head. She nodded back to him, and flicked a switch on her console.

"This is the INS Polaris of the Cravanian Imperial Navy. We are currently carrying out a military action on the world of Genevan for the recent executions of fifty-seven Cravanian researchers whose craft was shot down without warning. The Wilsonnians, the Executor-class here in-system, detected the fighting at their position and decided to assist."

He then realised he had not answered the Willsonians, and turned towards the holo-projector.

"Well, Rentin, you're more than welcome to help. There's an easily detectable urban sprawl located on the central southern continent, which we've heard has been evacuated of civilians. It's an enemy stronghold, though. Good luck to you."

He turned back to the newly opened channel with Captain Edmonds.

"I apologize for that, Captain."


"We will monitor the situation.... Edmonds out."

The captain turned to his comm. officer. Send a message to Admiral Yellowstone. Have his fleet travel to the boarder incase we need them.

"Aye Sir."

Admiral Rentin bowed his head, ending the transmission. Then, slowly raising, he turned to Lieutenant Jean Knocks, his eyes and ears on the ship. "Have all space fighter pilots on constant alert, dare the United Federation interfer." He then made his way to the commanding seat once more, before sitting down he shouted out, "I want a constant monitering of the UNFP, understood?"

"Aye, sir!" said the numerous bridge bunnies, now scattering to complete the presented task.

Once seated, Dale Rentin picked up a phone and waite dpatiently for an answer.

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Meanwhile, down in the launch bay, a phone began to ring in the office of a General Alex P. Williams. The general, a very decent;y build man, blonde spiked hair, and electirc blue eyes, idly leaned back in his chair watching his holo-vision. He slowly reached out to grab the device.

"Williams speaking..." said a obviously bored man, waiting to be adressed.


"It's Rentin, Ready your forces to campaign in the southern contient of the world, the first wave will begin on your command." breifed the admiral. "Oh, and Alex, don't get yourself killed." he said with a laugh to his companion, soundly hanging up.



Within seconds, the general hopped to his feet and kicked open his own door. "AYE to the lot of you, all hands to your stations, we're leading. I want 3 AT-AT's, and All mech units loaded on and down the surface, ASAP!" he shouted out, every man in the hangar now fantically fulfilling his request.

"Hello, Madame Chancellor. How are you today?"
"I'd be better if my cities weren't being devestated by you... Human scum."

The containment shield which seperated the Chancellor from Colonel Evins glowed a bright blue, pulsating between the two of them. The Titan rocked occasionally as her guns sounded off, but she remained on the move towards her objectives.

"I'll have you transferred to the fleet in orbit soon enough to meet with the Admiral, but for now I request your formal surrender. I've been told that if we can settle this before you have to meet with the admiral, then the bloodshed can end. However, your people continue to resist."
"I will never surrender to you scum... Never, do you hear me?!"
"Very well... I'll leave you to rethink your decision."

He turned and walked from the room, two Sentries taking up their posts inside the room as he left. Their single red receptor moved back and forth menacingly, and their chrome figures were smeared with dried blood in some areas. Whether this was real blood or placed there for dramatic effect the Chancellor could not be sure.

"You guys don't talk much, do you?"

The Sentries remained silent, watching... Waiting...

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All across the southern continent, sirens went off as they knew that the first waves would be coming soon. They had heard the stories from the north, and would rather their own casualties be kept to a minimum. They prepared their defenses, though, ready to die for their homes in the event of an all out attack. Anti-air emplacements all across the area began to scan the skies endlessly, their operators praying they would not be forced to fire them in either anger or defense.

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OOC: Hope you're not expecting to join, since I've cut it at another person and that's it. =/ Hope you enjoy reading as much as I like writing it, though.

Curunir smiled, standing on the bridge of his Executor Super Star Destroyer. Around him many people were at work, checking systems and diagnostics; preparing for the jump that the fleet would soon make.

He cleared his throat, reaching over and turning on the intercom. "Has the fleet been fully assembled?"

"Yes, sir. We're prepared to go as soon as you signal." Came the voice back over the speaker.

"Well then, let us not delay. For the glory of our race!" He waved his hand forward, signalling the fleet's launch to the battle worn planet of Genevan. He laughed inwardly, for he knew that in the deeper councils the Confederacy wished to take part in this war to, perhaps, claim more territories and increase its universal value.

It had only taken 30 minutes to load the fleet, Williams was known for his own form of warfare that had been formally non-existence since the 19th century. Blitzkrieg. This was his weapon, and he was ready to exploit is power, and prove it to be the real lightning war.

As the fleet of anti gravity landers pierced the atmosphere, a soldier screamed back to the General, obviously worried. "General! They have anti-air batteries everywhere! We'll be picked off like flies!" he shouted in horror, awaiting the commander's reaction.

WIth a stern look, Alex Williams stood and made his way to the pilots room of his landing craft. Grabbing hold of the intercomm he spoke, "All ships, engage holo-generators, and be sure to dodge ALL batteries when on the ground. Williams, out." He said, a smile gracing his face.

Now out of atmosphere, all ships dived into the clouds, exiting as mere an illusions. All units were advised to reframe from any form of communications until landing, this would assure the safty of his forces.

The Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace, floating on the far side of the planet from the Cravanian armada. "Sir, multiple ships detected. We'll be within range for communication in 10 minutes." Curunir turned, nodding to the woman who had spoken.

Reaching over, he activated the intercom into a lower docking bay where many of the men awaited battle. "Prepare the drop ships, and load your company of Stilettos, Admiral Klein." They knew what was expected of them afterwards.

"Sir, multiple other ships detected. We're 5 minutes from having an open link to the fleet. Who could they be...?" The man looked back to his scanner, but Curunir stood still, smiling inwardly: He knew whom awaited them on the far side of Genevan.

"Second Executor-class starship in system!", the sensors operator shouted. "Should we remain at general quarters?"
"Get that support in here faster before we have a shitstorm to deal with!"
"Aye, sir. Fourth Task Force should be here within two hours."
"Is this new Executor in communications range?"
"We've tried with long range sub-space, but I believe they are too far out of range to pick it up with their own equipment."
"Well keep at it."
"Aye, sir."

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The batteries across the southern continent had been on full alert, and even the slightest disturbance would set them off.

"Sir, we've detected interference above. Possible re-entry of human landers. Nothing right now, though."

The commander, an aging man, sighed. I knew we wouldn't be safe...

"Have the batteries spray the skies. Fire for effect. Get the aircraft up and running ASAP and have them ready to intercept."
"Yes, sir."

The batteries hummed to life as fighting men and women across the area prepared for the fight of their lives...

Aboard the "Zagreil" landing craft, Wilsonnian Ace Stielleto pilot, Athrun Xala patiently awaits his drop time from inside his Mech unit. Unlike most Wilsonnians, Athrun used the Stielleto type mech instead of the standard Belial medium type mecha.

Pilots must remember training school to get through these hazardous landing conditions. Their mission was to get the units as far as the anti grav's drops could get it.

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"Athrun, we're in launching distance, and boy you guys better clear this airspace up quick." called the ships pilot over a inner-comm.

The leading landing ship by 60,000 now made a sharp pull up, exposing the bottom. From it, shot five pods. Each pod containing one of the deadly Xala team.

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"Gerenal Williams to all crafts, begin count down till pod drops, I want every on the ground in 20 minutes. We came to be heroes, now lets give 'em hell boys! YAAAAHHOOO!" screamed the general, his landing craft breaking off away from enemy range.


It was up to the Xala unit to clear up the anti-air batteries for the rest of the landing forces.

"Don't let me down Xala.." said Alex under his breath, monitoring the situation nearly helpless for now.

"We're within range sir. The other ships have been identified-they appear to be allies of the Cravanians, sir." Said the officer monitoring the situation.

"Good. Let us introduce ourselves..." Curunir smirked as the others hit various buttons, and the link opened to the command ship.

"Greetings, Cravanian delegate. I am Curunir of the Confederacy of Independant Systems. I have come at the bidding of my superiors, and would request and audiance with you, if you are willing to respond. " He spoke fluently, but tended to draw forth his words so that he sounded more high and exulted, as any powerful or wise politician might.

The Admiral chuckled to himself as he listened to the man's transmission, instantly picking up on his "accent." Damn politicians., he thought to himself.

"Well, Curunir, I am Admiral Peter Donohue of the INS Polaris, Cravanian Imperial Navy. You may bring a shuttle over to docking bay six, and you'll be allowed six guards on my ship. I'll see if I can grab someone to handle the diplomatic aspects of this meeting. Polaris out."

Donohue returned to the command table in the center of the CIC, taking in the status of all ships in the area. Their holographic likenesses shimmered on the table as if made of jewels.

"Sir, Admiral White reports that the Aegir and her escorts will be here in a matter of a half hour."
"Good. It's about time we were able to show we've got some firepower of our own."

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Five pods had been ejected down towards the ground from the heavens... And already Genvanii armored and infantry forces moved to surround the landing sites. Genvanii aircraft circled above, waiting for the order to pummel the landing sites while recon aircraft surveyed the area to find out exactly what the hell these things were.

Private Jek Renkols, an anti-armor grenaider for his squad, sat motionless with his GX-2 Anti-Armor rocket in a firing position on his shoulder, EMP pulse rockets loaded firmly in the chamber. He knew not what lay just beyond this hill... He also cared not what it was. He just knew he and his comrades had to kill it.

"Recon informs me there's movement. Look alive, people!", his radio blared. Renkols tightened his grip on the handle, wrapping his slender finger around the trigger. He rested his head against the barrel, and closed his left eye as he took aim on the point where he estimated the enemy would come over the hill.

"Let's go, you fucker.", he said to himself.

All hands on deck turned their attention to the new SSD in the system, even now, Rentin had his men working on intercepting transmissions from the ship, he was not going to have a massacre of his fleet, not today.

After listening intently to Donohue's proposle to allow the CIS Admiral to board, he immediantly began sending a private line to the ship. "Admiral, I request presence in this meeting." he said bluntly, it wasn't his concern if the Wilsonnians intercepted free-line transmissions.

Dale Rentin now sat contently on his command bridge, awaiting his response.

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Even now, the deadly strike force made its desent. The Gerevan people were in for a horrible, horrible suprise. They underestimate the power of the Wilsonnain ace force, for if they didn't, weapons of mass destruction would be on the way.

Athrun Xala sat in his mech pod, eye closed. He heard the shot of flak and anti-air turrets, and was fully aware of his welcome party.

"Now entering five thosand feet sir!" alerted the commander from a drop ship above, obviously worried about the massive resistence around teh drop zone.

"Xala unit, break off." he said calmly, quickly stroking a few keys and jerking forward on his directional controls. All five units breaking off in different directions, finally smashing to the ground with a loud thud around the Gerevan forces. Smoke and dust covering the points of landing.

It wasn't the Wilsonnain's in the trap now.

Curunir smirked, turning to his next-in-command. "Very well. You take over, and prepare the deployment of our men. I want multiple squadrons on the planet's surface as soon as possible; I am to be an honored guest, it would seem, and it won't due to keep them waiting." He turned, motioning to a few of the guards on deck. Likely, Nell would replace them once he was gone.

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After he left, Nell Aulser sighed. She hated war, but if she acted on her morals all the time then she might still be back on Neo-Orthanc washing dishes.

"Deploy Alpha Block to the surface of that planet immediately. We'll provide further information upon final entry; I want 2000 Mechs on the ground, along with 5 AT-ATs." She sighed, switching off the intercom. This job was something, but at least she wasn't down in some frey instead.

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Curunir stepped onboard the ship, and approached the pilots cabinet. "To the primary cruiser...this is a diplomatic mission, and if either of you act jittery I'll have you court marshalled. The Cravanians are not to be taken lightly, friend or foe..." The pilot nodded, nervous from the figure behind him. Curunir stepped back though, and turned towards the guards. "As for you; No weapons present, and I want no accidents. Leave your weapons onboard unless I inform you to do otherwise." He sat down at last, and watched as the door slowly closed and the ship lifted to deliver him to the Cravanian fleet.

A squadron of twelve fighters moved to intercept the shuttle as it made its way over, taking up formation around it.

"Attention Confederate shuttle, this is Lieutenant Derringer of the two-hundred-fourteenth tactical fighter squadron, here to escort you in. Welcome to the INS Polaris."

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"Of course, Admiral. You are more than welcome to come aboard. A fighter squadron will move to escort your shuttle into a docking bay when you begin your approach.", Donohue replied. "I await your arrival eagerly."

Donohue leaned on the railing in the second tier of the CIC, watching the bustle in the room intentively. The massive holo screens located on the far wall showed live feeds from almost every angle, giving a spectacular view of the endless void. It was as if there were not even a wall there, and it seemed that instead of being deep inside the interior of the Polaris he was standing on the hull. Donohue breathed deeply, and walked briskly to the main foyer of the Polaris to greet these newcomers.

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As the dust settled, the Genvanii soldiers lay waiting for whatever was to come. They did underestimate the humans... And they had no idea what to expect.

"Private, with me! We're going ahead to scout this area out!"
"Yes, sir!", the young man replied, not knowing his obeying of orders was leading to his demise. He hopped up from his cover, clutching his rifle as he ran behind his commanding officer. Meanwhile, Private Renkols remained at the ready with his Anti-Armor rocket launcher, knowing well his comrades who were going out to scout the landing site probably wouldn't be coming back.

And he thanked the Gods he was not one of them.

Ending the comm link, Rentin grabbed his coat and atempted to exit, only to have a lower ranking officer call out to him. "Sir! Xala team has reached ground level, they'll have approximately 13 minutes and 27 seconds to clear out the landing zone before out shuttles are forced to land.." said the man, horror struck. He hadn't a clue of what power Wilsonna ultimately had....

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Athrun Xala, Kira Yamito, Amuro Ray, Char Aznable, and Marc J. Kouger.

These five deadly men made up the elite force, and for good reasons. Taken as teenagers, these boys have been morphed in ruthless killing machines of the republic.

The operation was to begin on commander Athrun's fire, but no one expected it to be literal. Activating his jumpjet system, he burst forth for the smoke and unleased a wave of flames, incinerating the oncoming task force with almost no effort. All around, the sounds of Gauss roared and thesoothing noise of fire crackled, the slaughter had begun.

General Alex P. Williams watched intently as his killing machines cleared out his new landing pad, "Incredible..."



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With a most pleased smile, Admiral Dale Rentin made his way to the shuttle knowing that Wilsonna would play a major role in this ongoing war of races.

"We're off." said Dale, departing shortly after clearing his guards of weapons, leaving only their standard M6 carbines, 3 fighters slowly followed the ship, asuring the admiral did in fact react the Cravanian Escorts.

Curunir touched the button, smirking. "Understood, Lieutenant." The ship pulled up, falling in between the formation. He stood, watching on screen as the ship slowly pulled forth into the launching bay. When the ship landed at last, he turned. "Now as I spoke, no weapons. I should think I had no need of an escort in the first place, but to come unaccompanied would seem thoughtless, and might give a lesser appearance of our Confederacy than might be expect." He listened as the hatch clicked, and stood forth as the door slowly opened.

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"All men accounted for. We're ready for launch, ma'am." Came the rustic voice of a now middle aged, military worn man.

"Roger Leos, prepare for the first drop." Nell sighed, watching on monitor as the ships lifted from the launch bay. She didn't know what awaited them, but there was the ever-pending thought that many of them might not return from battle.

Both shuttles had been brought into the same hanger, the crews bustling about as they worked at their assigned tasks. For such a small hangar it was a relatively large amount of activity.

Admiral Donohue stood calmly, his hands behind his back as he awaited his foreign counterparts. He watched as the hatch from the Confederate craft opened, and smiled as Curunir disembarked.

Donohue was an average man. He was a middle aged man, his hair gradually turning gray and balding in some areas. He was fit for his age, his blue uniform fitting snugly. He adjusted his belt, and straightened his rank pins, and also ensured that his senior pilot's wings were properly placed on his left breast. After brushing off his uniform a few times, he placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards Curunir.

"Welcome to the INS Polaris.", he said warmly, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure."

He also waited for his Wilsonnian counterpart to disembark while greeting Curunir. He occasionally looked towards the hatch of the Wilsonnian shuttle, then returned his attention to Curunir.

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((I'm going to wait until CIS makes it to the surface to post the slaughter if that's okay with you guys. =D The forces on the ground are distracted enough that you should take minimal casualties from AA, since we can assume that Willie's mechs are raising hell.))

Curunir nodded at him, smiling. He was aged, but he was clearly still in good physic and extended his smooth hand to clasp Donohue's. "Greetings, Admiral. I am Curunir of the Confederacy. I believe, judging by the situation, we may be termed allies, as such as war makes us." He turned, looking at the other ship that had landed...quite a meeting of the elite, indeed.

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The ships had entered the zone, the pods had been deployed-their numbers were sufficient enough, so that Leos Klein held little fear they would be haulted before they landed. The pods hit, the mechs stepped out, and without pause the fighting had begun. Klein's grin had appeared at last..."It's been years since the last time I fought. It feels good..."

Taking a crisp breath, Rentin walked down the ramp of his shuttle, quickly fixing his badge, the golden emblem shining in the light of the busy launch bay.

As he reached the representatives, Dale could not bare to smile. "It's a pleasure to meet in person, Admiral Donohue." he said, giving him a nod of respect, then turning to the other man, "I can only assume this is the representative of the CIS, a true pleasure." he said, outstretching his hand.

'Boy, oh boy do I hate formalities...' thought the middle aged man, holding a believeable smile.

OOC: Hope you're not expecting to join, since I've cut it at another person and that's it. =/ Hope you enjoy reading as much as I like writing it, though.

OOC:no intention at all, just injoying a good read.

OOC: Thank you, Morvonia. ^_^

Sorry for the late reply. Been fairly busy.

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"The pleasure is mine.", Donohue said, accepting the man's hand and shaking it vigorously. "If you will please follow me, we'll be having this little discussion in the main rotunda."

Donohue led the delegates through the corridors of the ship, which although they were drab metal bulkheads, decorations spread around seemed to give the ship a bit of an elegance. Crewmembers walked through the corridors going about their work, while massive seven foot tall bipedial Sentries kept their single red eye scanning back and forth, keeping a vigilant watch for danger to the humans of the vessel.

Donohue led them to two grand double doors at the end of one corridor, and opened them. What ensued was a spectacular sight one would swear came straight from the Imperial Palace itself... Marble floors adorned the room, with rich and elegant decorations from all over Cravan was spread throughout the rotunda. In the center of the circular room was a large fountain, and above that a dome which seemed to be made of glass (but was actually a holo-dome). Stars twinkled in the heavens above this grand room.

Located off to the side was a table with enough chairs for a small conference. Already some officials sat at their places, awaiting the foreign delegates' arrival.

"Welcome to the rotunda of the Polaris, gentlemen. The meeting will be held right over at that table. We're still waiting on a delegate to arrive from Cravan, since I'm no good at these diplomatic functions.", Donohue chuckled.

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((You guys go ahead and post some slaughter of the Genvanii people. I don't really have much to say on the matter. =D ))

Curunir nodded, taking in the spectacular surroundings. "I am ever at your service, men." He spoke, formally addressing the men. He was, ever, a politician and the intriguing architecture had not made him forget this. Stepping forward he looked towards the side, at the delegate from Wilsonna, waiting to sit.

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"Mech units detected sir! Should we engage?" Came a voice over the intercom as Klein's Stiletto poured flame into a nearby bunker, destroying anyone who might have stayed hidden inside.

"Negative, they appear to be the Wilsonnians. This area's clear...lets meet up with them." He turned, peering across the battlefield to their allies. He moved forward, leaving the rest of his men behind to move on for a while and break down some of the more heavily guarded areas.

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"Preparing launch of our second divisions to reinforce the southern forces. Captain Akiyama, prepare to launch third and fourth divisions to the surface as well: we've detected some areas in the north with heavy resistance, and as soon as we receive the signal we are to enter and begin the destruction of Genevian forces."

"Yes ma'am, we'll be ready momentarily." Nell half-heard the reply, as she turned to the monitors. It seemed Klein's forces were clearing a large area in the south, and they would soon be able to spread their forces all over the surface...spread, and like a plague devour the Genaviians in its wake. Those were her thoughts, at least...

Admiral Rentin followed, absorbing all that he could about the Cravanian way or craft, the ship's interior, the doors, even the towering sentries drones and their all seeing eye. It was truly astounding to be within the confounds of the beautiful flagship.

After being lead through the capitalship into it's conference hall, Rentin took a seat. Ocassionally looking at his watch, which was updating him on the surface battles statistics.

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Private Renkols screamed in agony as a torret of flames engulfed he very being, a pain that only one feels for a moment before passing on...

The dark red stielletoe-type mech stood triumphantly in the ashes of the Genevan defense force, his comrades spread out to secure teh rest of the area. Commander Athrun, wearing a devious smile, opened a comm link with General Williams, "Mission Complete, Genevan Defensive force eliminated." said the silver haired man.

Alex P. Williams snak back into his chair as he motioned for the forces to land. This war was just beginning, and he planned on returning home a hero.

"Our time is now! Sieg Wilsonna!" he shouted forth, pointing to the massive defensive wall raising above the Genevan fortress.