NationStates Jolt Archive

"Megarea, are we still closing the gap?" A slimly built, heavily musclwed woman sat in the command chair of the tiny ship, eyes watching the master plot, as the range counters ticked closer to zero.

"Yes Ally, the pirates are slowing, possibly in an attempt to flip, and slip past us." The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, a soft soprano, so at odds with the intent of the hardware in which it kept its residence.

"That's what the Quorn are here for Megarea. And really, is there any ship in a pirate fleet that can blow past you without taking at least a few hits?"

"Of course not Ally. But this IS a Heavy Cruisers, and I AM just an Alpha-Synth. No matter how well provided for by the Hegemony, we're still just one ship."

"Yeah, Meg, you say that every time. And you still have more kills than any other ship in the fleet. And more kills than any other officer in the fleet, for that mat-" The friendly banter between Alpha-Synth and companion cut off suddenly, as the ship did as expected, flipping to bring its Fassett Drive's massive acceleration to bear, directly away towards Megarea. In most situations, the odds were high that the maneuver would succeed, allowing the desperately fleeing pirate to drop out of FTL, and be almost impossible to reacquire by their pursuers. In most situations, you weren't facing a mercenary Alpha-Synth, piloted by a former Cadre Commando, who happened to share skull space with a demon from blackest mythology.

"Take them out Meg."

"Aye aye, Ally. The Quorn have sprung the trap... New contacts! 5 bogeys, classed as Heavy Cruisers or Battlecruisers. They're Rishanthan!" The reptilian Rish were normally expansionistic, hostile, and downright mean. They were also normally much more...subtle. Seeiong even a single Rishanthan vessel supporting the pirates was a surprise. Seeing 5 spelled doom for the carefully planned capture.

The sad pair of Quorn Heavy Cruisers was pinned between the rapidly decelerating pirate, and a pair of battlecruisers. They were wiperd out in moments. Megarea was an Alpha-Synth. She lasted a full twenty minutes before a crippling blow shattered her drive coils, sending her snapping back into sublight, and leaving her deprived of any motive ability. As Ally regained conciousness, the final member of the bizarre trio spoke.

"Well Meg, nice going there... Do we have at least a SLAM Drone to get word back and send a repair ship?"

"Not a one Tisiphone. SLAM Drones are expensive. I used the last one after we took that raider near Wyvern. We haven't been able to afford a resupply yet. The Quorn were going to include a full stock, but that was after we filled the contract. Now we have to wait and see if the Admiral even comes to give us a tow."

"Tisiphone! Quit using my voice when I'm not around to tell you you can!" Ally had finally regained conciousness. And now she was yelling at herself. "Meg, at least send out a message. They may have dropped nearby to try and recover us. Maybe they'll be close enough to actually detect it. Or yaknow...someone'll be close enough to detect it. Use the pre-recorded one. Fury."

"Aye aye, Ally. Message designation Fury broadcasting. Message sent, awaiting responses. My remotes are working to repair the damage to my hull and drives. By some chance, most of my batteries stayed intact, and only magazine three is open to vaccuum. I read about a third of the missiles in the magazine as destroyed though."

"Doesn't matter Meg. I'm gonna sleep some. Wake me if anyone shows up..."

This is Agent Fury, Quorn Hegemony, Imperial Cadre. My ship has been rendered inoperable. Any assistance rendered will be repaid from the coffers of the navy. All Naval units within range of this broadcast are ordered to rendevous on the origin of this message. These orders are to countermand any orders from any officer lower in rank than Admiral. Vessels not aligned with the Hegemony are requested to provide assistance as they deem they are most able. Fury out.

Silent and alone, a single tiny ship floats among the endless stars, awaiting assistance. Surrounded by unknown territory, a squadron of Quorn ships searches frantically for the same lost ship. A pirate fleet drifts through the void, seeking to finish what they began. All are set to converge on a single point in space, in just over three hours....

The Chaos Lord grinned, his dried lips cracking and bleeding. "I see this new nation is in harms way. We shall offer him assistance, possibly gaining new followers to the Dark Gods."

Nodding, the Aide replied smiling as well, "Aye M'lord, but what if they refuse, though I already know the answer."

"This is why you are my aide," The Chaos Lord stated, turning around to face him. "You have served eons with me, even before the reformation of the Wanderjarians. If they refuse, we shall merely eradicate them! Bring the Warfleet around them. Two Titan Battle Barges, five Despoiler Battleships, and Two Chaos Cruisers. Inform them of our intent to assist them."


As the dark fleet appeared from the depths of the warp, and came into the Realm of Reality, the Hegemony fleet would see the full horror of a Chaos Battlefleet, even one as insignificant as this. Thousands of guns mounted on these ships, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of fighters, bombers...and worse. Demons of the warp could easily be released from the annals of these massive bastions of death, silently creeping upon enemy ships without making them anymore aware. They could remain hidden for decades, finally choosing to make their strike when the correct moment came, and by then retaliation would be impossible.

Yes, the Hegemony Fleet would follow the Chaos Gods and see perfection! Or they would face the horrific might of the Warp.



(OOC: Nah, I won't eradicate you, I'm too nice to new players to do that (if you were older, I'd do it in a heart beat though....). I just like to talk tough alot ;)

Anyway, welcome to NS, and damn fine first post. I look forward to RPing with you in the future!)

The Chaos Lord grinned, his dried lips cracking and bleeding. "I see this new nation is in harms way. We shall offer him assistance, possibly gaining new followers to the Dark Gods."

Nodding, the Aide replied smiling as well, "Aye M'lord, but what if they refuse, though I already know the answer."

"This is why you are my aide," The Chaos Lord stated, turning around to face him. "You have served eons with me, even before the reformation of the Wanderjarians. If they refuse, we shall merely eradicate them! Bring the Warfleet around them. Two Titan Battle Barges, five Despoiler Battleships, and Two Chaos Cruisers. Inform them of our intent to assist them."


As the dark fleet appeared from the depths of the warp, and came into the Realm of Reality, the Hegemony fleet would see the full horror of a Chaos Battlefleet, even one as insignificant as this. Thousands of guns mounted on these ships, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of fighters, bombers...and worse. Demons of the warp could easily be released from the annals of these massive bastions of death, silently creeping upon enemy ships without making them anymore aware. They could remain hidden for decades, finally choosing to make their strike when the correct moment came, and by then retaliation would be impossible.

Yes, the Hegemony Fleet would follow the Chaos Gods and see perfection! Or they would face the horrific might of the Warp.



(OOC: Nah, I won't eradicate you, I'm too nice to new players to do that (if you were older, I'd do it in a heart beat though....). I just like to talk tough alot ;)

Anyway, welcome to NS, and damn fine first post. I look forward to RPing with you in the future!)

Approximately one hour had passed when Megarea woke Alicia from her sleep.

"Umm... Ally. I think a fleet just popped up, but if it did, it didn't come from anywhere I can detyect. And it's got more drive trouble than I do. Even without all my coils, I can still blow massive gaping holes in their acceleration figures. And I think they're actually at full power already. I want to cry..."

"Sush Meg. Just tell me what they are, not how much you think you're better than them."

"Ok, here's what I've got so far. Tis thinks they smell funny, if smell can be attributed to a being that lacks anything resembling a nostril, much less an olfactory receptor. They also sent a message, identifying themselves, and offering assistance, but they're so freaking primitive I don't think they can help us much... I mean, yeah, I could park myself on any of them, with ease, but they're so...clunky."

"So, you're saying that they can't touch you if you show them your heels?"

"I'm saying they can't touch me if I saunter vaguely away from them. I've got no data on their equipment, but they're obviously not merchies. I'm assuming they mount beams at least equivalen to my point defense, hopefully at least equal to my light lasers. I'm also assuming they have some equivalent to our SLAMs and attack missiles."

"Ok then. Tisiphone? They smell funny?"

Megareas voice spoke again, but it was...different. Huskier. Darker. OLDER. "It is the best analogy I may make. They have a sense to them, one, which you'll excuse me for saying, I've not sensed in a very long time... They are of Ares brood. Chaos and ambitious war. Fire and blood. They're nothing but the attack dogs of a long dead God. What's worse, these fools revere them as deities. Almost as though such weaklings even approached the might of my sister selves. They are nothing. Shadow and flame. Fear them not, frail Alicia, for they are nothing but weakness given form. And they are my old nemesis as well. Murderers and anarchists all."

"I see... You're saying these are more critters out of greek mythology? I mean, it was hard enough accepting that a Fury was residing in my skull, but that there might be more of these things? A bit unsettling... Oh well. They offered tio help. Bid their commanding officer to join me here. While you do that, I want you and Tis to keep a very close eye on them. And a very hard targeting lock as well..."

Agent Fury bids you to board a shuttle craft, or similar contivance, and present yourself, so that how you may be of assistance may best be determined.

OOC: Now you insulted me and pissed me off. First off, I run on Warhammer 40,000 technology. Highly advanced, so calling me "primative" is quite far from the truth. I can quite effectively eradicate you, and any planet's your nation might control with one bomb. Do not make the mistake of testing me, as I have done it before.



IC:


The Ship's onboard Psyker read the thoughts of the other crew and relayed this to the Chaos Lord.

"They said WHAT?!" He screeched. "They will pay for this! Bring in the rest of the fleet!"

With that, hundreds of capital ships warped in, all heavily armed, ready to slaughter the enemy.


OOC2: I will give you more information on my ships tommorrow.

OOC: I know exactly what 40k is. You use Chaos. You also follow, as best I can tell from your description of your Lord, Nurgle. 40k ships are SLOW, cumbersome, and make very big targets. Necrons would run rings around me. Eldar would be in a dead heat with me. You would be like an old man trying to run the Marine Corps Marathon.

Did I mention that I have the BFG PDF on my hard drive, and know plenty about Chaos ships? Or the fact that while you may have alot of guns, they are as a general rule, extremely short ranged, and wildly inaccurate(BFG engagement ranges, in respect to the size of the vessels involved, are rediculously short, meaning your guns are also less powerful, since they lack tightly focussed beams, which deal more damage, which have better range, since they have less beam spread.). Your ships are powered by manual labor, and cruisers are described as the size of small cities. All in all, I have a very good handle on exactly what you use. You on the other hand know absolutely nothing about me. What am I? How fast can my ships go? How big are my weapons? What do I even look like? All are questions that I can answer about you, and that you remain unable to answer about me. Your flagship probably even bears the mark or Nurgle, doesn't it? I'd also like to point out that the ship has a crew of one, an AI, and a demon spirit(the Fury Tisiphone) from greek mythology. It's wanky, not to mention impolite, to read others minds without the permission of the player. Who knows what kind of nasty traps a spirit of elemental vengeance that resides in someones head might have, especially for those puny mortals that might be so uncouth as to wander into her body(ish)? Naughty naughty nooblet. Mindreading+insta-deploy+succinctness=poor RP. The solution is obvious of course.

I am The Solarin League, better known by other names to other people. In the end, you have committed a grevious error. In attempting to curbstomp my RP, you have aggravated me. As such, you will be punished. For failing to meet the test of adequacy, you are hereby DAMNED to never again post in relation to this nation, or any threads in which it may reside. Furthermore, larger nations will shun you, assuming no one decides to simply smite you for RPing Chaos with such a lack of gothic terror and menace. Begone, and never to return.

I take a dim view of such plebian tactics and pedestrian efforst as you have demonstrated with that post. If you were to rescind your statements, cease your aspirations to be BFGs Wong and Saxton, and revise your post, then the RP might continue. If such is not the case, you will remove your blight from my thread.

"Hey boss, there appears to be someone sending a distress call and 'Oas is about to be paying them a visit appearently."
"How many times have I told you not to call me boss you overglorified computer game."
"Many, or do you want the exact count. it's twelve hundred and thirty-two, this one makes it thirty-three."
"Play the message." After listening to the message, "Interesting, someone else uses an IC designation, but what in the whozit is a Quorn? Have we heard of them?"
"Not as of last registry and that was only a week ago, so probably not."
"Are you trying to tell me we've got the damn First to deal with."
"Seems that way, and with Chaos in the area."
"Why the hell did it have to me. Oh well, no help for it I gue..."
"It appears they've gone and insulted whichever faction these guys are batting for."
"Send them a message to get the lead out if they can, to head to the nearest pod if they can't."

This is the Tasnzing. I'm not sure what you did to annoy the fleet of warped ships and thier commander, but I would strongly advise you to either jettison your crew so I can pick you up, or get out of the vicinity post-haste. Chaos does not play nice with others, and favour the big stick, no carrot approach to foreign relations.

ooc: As Wander said, welcome to NS, and nice to see someone likes Path as well.

"Hey boss, there appears to be someone sending a distress call and 'Oas is about to be paying them a visit appearently."
"How many times have I told you not to call me boss you overglorified computer game."
"Many, or do you want the exact count. it's twelve hundred and thirty-two, this one makes it thirty-three."
"Play the message." After listening to the message, "Interesting, someone else uses an IC designation, but what in the whozit is a Quorn? Have we heard of them?"
"Not as of last registry and that was only a week ago, so probably not."
"Are you trying to tell me we've got the damn First to deal with."
"Seems that way, and with Chaos in the area."
"Why the hell did it have to me. Oh well, no help for it I gue..."
"It appears they've gone and insulted whichever faction these guys are batting for."
"Send them a message to get the lead out if they can, to head to the nearest pod if they can't."



ooc: As Wander said, welcome to NS, and nice to see someone likes Path as well.

OOC: I'm an old hand, but Danke schone nonetheless. This will be on hold, until the situation with Wanderjars unfortunate deployment is resolved. You have my apologies.

OOC: I know exactly what 40k is. You use Chaos. You also follow, as best I can tell from your description of your Lord, Nurgle. 40k ships are SLOW, cumbersome, and make very big targets. Necrons would run rings around me. Eldar would be in a dead heat with me. You would be like an old man trying to run the Marine Corps Marathon.

Did I mention that I have the BFG PDF on my hard drive, and know plenty about Chaos ships? Or the fact that while you may have alot of guns, they are as a general rule, extremely short ranged, and wildly inaccurate(BFG engagement ranges, in respect to the size of the vessels involved, are rediculously short, meaning your guns are also less powerful, since they lack tightly focussed beams, which deal more damage, which have better range, since they have less beam spread.). Your ships are powered by manual labor, and cruisers are described as the size of small cities. All in all, I have a very good handle on exactly what you use. You on the other hand know absolutely nothing about me. What am I? How fast can my ships go? How big are my weapons? What do I even look like? All are questions that I can answer about you, and that you remain unable to answer about me. Your flagship probably even bears the mark or Nurgle, doesn't it? I'd also like to point out that the ship has a crew of one, an AI, and a demon spirit(the Fury Tisiphone) from greek mythology. It's wanky, not to mention impolite, to read others minds without the permission of the player. Who knows what kind of nasty traps a spirit of elemental vengeance that resides in someones head might have, especially for those puny mortals that might be so uncouth as to wander into her body(ish)? Naughty naughty nooblet. Mindreading+insta-deploy+succinctness=poor RP. The solution is obvious of course.

I am The Solarin League, better known by other names to other people. In the end, you have committed a grevious error. In attempting to curbstomp my RP, you have aggravated me. As such, you will be punished. For failing to meet the test of adequacy, you are hereby DAMNED to never again post in relation to this nation, or any threads in which it may reside. Furthermore, larger nations will shun you, assuming no one decides to simply smite you for RPing Chaos with such a lack of gothic terror and menace. Begone, and never to return.

I take a dim view of such plebian tactics and pedestrian efforst as you have demonstrated with that post. If you were to rescind your statements, cease your aspirations to be BFGs Wong and Saxton, and revise your post, then the RP might continue. If such is not the case, you will remove your blight from my thread.

OOC: Now now, Miehmy. Be nice. One end of the spectrum is being a spoiled little nooblet, the other is being a stuck-up fool who bans on the whim of a mistake. You are, after all, the man who once deployed Zerg armed with Necron and Dark Eldar weapons and armroed with hull plating, which made for slow cumbersome essentially retarded infantry.

You can't fault the poor boy for coming in unprepared when you have all the standing of one of the newbies you would so mock, being so reduced in stature and demeanor, and seeming more like a child havign a tantrum than a returning oldtimer with experience, and patience.

Besides, elemental spirits of vengeance require some conditions before they administer said vengeance, and usurping one of the Erinyes is in itself a rather naughty nooblet thing to do. Rather something that SQ or Scand would do. But I'm sure you know what you're doing.

Always know your limitations, eh?

Good lad.

OOC: I made a mistake. I apologize. I shall remove my post.



Cheers, and may this be forgotten?

OOC: I made a mistake. I apologize. I shall remove my post.



Cheers, and may this be forgotten?

Acceptable.

Chronos: Trust me. It's not like I'd actually abuse Tis... Not without provocation. Of course, I am rather easily priovocated, amn't I? Guess I just might abuse Tis after all...

Acceptable.

Chronos: Trust me. It's not like I'd actually abuse Tis... Not without provocation. Of course, I am rather easily priovocated, amn't I? Guess I just might abuse Tis after all...

OOC: Indeed you might.