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This story starts after the War of the Rose, circa 2512, AD. For years after the first humans left earth, space, which was once a hope for the future of mankind, became a bleak land full of war and prejudice. The Earth Confederation technically controlled every planet that was colonized, but in reality it's influence did not go past Pluto. Everywhere Warlords rained free. Democracies could not exist without being wiped out. The War of the Roses occurred after the discovery of FTL Communication. That is when the Earth Confederation finally led its armies on a crusade to unite the hundreds of planets that only knew War. After nearly a hundred years, the crusade was complete. Now a new Golden Age has dawned on The Peoples Freedom, and the Union has been called, and prosperity and peace rain free.


The TPFS Dominator was on patrol deep in the "rim" of TPF'ian space. There, numerous cooperations have found very valuable ore in the asteroid fields. Naturally, pirate factions have been preying on the valuable convoys for some time. After some healthy donations to the President's Campaign, a fleet was dispatched to deal with pirates. The Dominator was a Heavy Cruiser. It was well armored and armed, albeit it had limited manveribility. It's weapons were based around missile banks and railguns. It's true strength however, lay in its Fusion Cannons, which were, indeed, capable of delivering a couple thousand ton Depleted Uranium shell at 14% the speed of light with the explosive power of five teratons of TNT. The Heavy Cruiser has four of these weapons, which did however, take some time to reload and recharge after every shot.

" Captain, sensors have picked up a number of vessels apporching a corporation star base." Said the Senor/Navigation officer, Phelma.
" How many ships and of what type?"
" I'm picking up roughly three enemy frigate-class ships."
" Alright. Weapons Officer, charge the Fusion Cannons and arm the missiles."
" Engineering, put Damage Control Teams and Robots on standby."
" Navigation Officer, put the engines on at 100%."

With that, the massive ship's engines roared to life, fueled by over thirty nuclear reactors. Luckily, there was nothing around them or all that power would obliterate any other ships, asteroid, or even severely damage a world.

The ship drew steadily closer to the enemy frigates. The Pirates were now turning around to jump into hyperspace. There were different classes of FTL drive, each multiplying the speed of light by some number.

From very far away, the Cruiser launched its Fusion Cannon's one at each target. When the massive shell collided, there was nothing left of the frigates.

OCC: This is my intro, I use a mixture between Hard FT and not so hard FT. The only major "Wanks" are my FTL Drives and Communications and my shields. Everything else I try to keep pretty realistic. However if your some super alien species that can shoot from a ligh-second away and control black holes, I will still play with you and probably take your tech for the purposes of that RP. At this point, any communication would be nice, as well as help with my pirate problem and maybe a war. My largest ship size is a 13km long behmonth, but I have only one. The largest ships I have in some number are my Super-Dreadnoughts which are roughly 4.0km long.

-teh bumpage-

OOC: Well, if you want a war...

IC:

The Slaver Dreadnaught Bane dropped out of atom space.

Sir. We've arrived in sector F2-GH6. Orders?

Errant Commander Vidgo thought for a moment and replied, Weapons hot. Shield full.


OOC: I'll let you make contact if you want.

OOC: Sure, there aren't many FT threads going around besides that uber-invasion anyway, I might as well get involved.

IC:

"Explosions in the deep field."
"Anything else?"
"Negative. Contact is far, but passive sensors haven't picked up anything yet."

The Amazonian Dominion always seemed to have its detractors-and the Sagitan Confederacy, a giant underground movement of the worst kinds of humanity, were one of the largest-a pirate group, almost, that leaped from world to world like a wildfire, spreading corruption. The Dominion, in retaliation, had deployed a total campaign against all forms of pirates-even those not affiliated. Battle fleet 2O3 had been pursuing one such band, before losing them in a suspected unihabited system, where they now floated.

"Deploy a droid fighter squadron on long-range patrol."
"Aye cap'n."

From the fleet's commanding vessel-a Legacy-class battleship, the Indominatable, twelve of the Dominion's small, lithe droid fighters spat forth from a gaping hanger bay, clicking commands between them in droidspeak. They shot forward on blue engine panels, faster than most fighters and quickly accelerating to full speed.

"Preliminary scans by the figher group are picking up several blips on sensors."

The fighters banked as they picked up traces of the TPF vessels, sqawking at each other and pulling around back to the capital ships.

"Full impulse forward."

From the Indominatable, an open comm was dispatched to local space freely:

"Attention, vessels of the local area-this is the ADV Indominatable of the Amazonian Dominion. We have picked up several explosions in the local area-please detail the situation."

The sudden transmission came on the Emergency Open Beam frequency. Everyone on board was shocked. The only other ships in the area were their fleet, which was back at a base, a few light years away, and the drones that were constantly mining the asteroids. This.. Amazonian Dominion, could be a corporation.

The Capitan picked soon transmitted a reply.

" This is the TPFS Dominator we are of The Peoples Freedom Navy, we have engaged and destroyed three pirate vessels, please identify yourself."

With that, the Captain ordered the weapons of the ship put down, but shields remained on full intensity.

The Commander of the Indominatable, Vice Admiral Carlton Reilun, frowned. Hadn't they listened to the transmission, which stated identity?

Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, despite Reilun's temptation to just start shooting, he relayed another comm back.

"This is the Amazonian battleship ADV Idominatable. We were pursuing a small pirate band-roughly seven ships-before we lost them in this system. They had several large vessels-including one ship around 1 km long with decent firepower-but had taken slight damage before fleeing here."

The Captain was shocked, first contact with an alien specisis, yet they spoke English.

" We have destroyed three frigates but we are not sure if they are the one's you are looking for."

With that he secretly sent a 1tb encrypted message to fleet.

to make it more complicated he did it in Morse code.

- .... .. ... .. ... - .... . -.. --- -- .. -. .- - --- .-. .-.-.- .-- . .- .-. . .--. .- - .-. --- .-.. .-.. .. -. --. ... . -.-. - --- .-. .---- ----- ----. .-.-.- .-- . .... .- ...- . .- -.-. --- -.. . .---- ----. .-.-.- .-. . .--. . .- - --..-- .-- . .... .- ...- . .- -.-. --- -.. . .---- ----. .-.-.- - .... .. ... .. ... .- -. -.-. --- -. ..-. .. .-. -- . -.. -.-. .- ... . .-.-.- . ...- --- -.- .. -. --. - .... . -.. .-. .- -.- . .--. .-. --- - --- -.-. --- .-.. .-.-.- .-. . --.- ..- . ... - .. -. --. --- .-. -.. . .-. ... .-.-.-

-.-. --- .-.. . .--. .-. --- - --- -.-. --- .-.. .. ... .- .-.. ... --- .. -. . ..-. ..-. . -.-. - .-.-.-

OOC: Did I get this right? THIS IS THE DOMINATOR. WE ARE PATROLLING SECTOR 109. WE HAVE A CODE 19. REPEAT, WE HAVE A CODE 19. THIS IS AN CONFIRMED CASE. EVOKING THE DRAKE PROTOCOL. REQUESTING ORDERS. COLE PROTOCOL IS ALSO IN EFFECT.

Don't worry, i'm not going to do anyting with it, I just wanted to see what it meant (as I assume it was going back to your fleet, not mine...and doubtful my Dominion, which hasn't seen Morse Code in millenia, could even figure out what it was supposed to be).

IC:

Reilun gritted his teeth. The TPF vessels were playing it cautiously.

"Is wreckage of the hostiles still around? We would like to get in for a closer look if so...our pirates are notorious for loopholes."

OCC: You did.

" Roger, you may come in, but lower weapons as a sign of faith."

OOC: Sweet. Automatic translators make life a whole heck easier :P

IC:

"Confirmed," Reilun transmitted.

He ended the channel for the moment to get a slight of privacy with his bridge crew.

"De-energize weapns, but keep them loaded just in case we need to get them up in a hurry. Keep fighters and gunships at Alert-5 at the hangers, and shields at full. Transmit that on an encrypted channel across the fleet."
"Affirmative, cap'n."

Reilun gazed out the window at the field of stars in front.

"Full impulse, forward. Let's go see what's up."

The fleet began moving forward towards the near area to inspect the wreckage, and determine the pirate origins.

The newcomers were interesting. From what the crew and Captain could gather, they had chased their own pirates from their space. Thats probaly why pirate activity had jumped 400%. It had become so bad that 90% of convoys were being intercepted. Hopefully they would help TPF clean up the region. A lot of taxes would be been made of the convoys hadn't been destroyed.

Vidgo watched the vidscreen as the two ships just hung there around the third...

Sir? Multiple possible hostiles in the sector, advise leaving.

Negative. We stay and observe.

Several Dominion frigates encircled the rubble that floated in deep space from the pirate destruction. Drone craft exited the capital ships, pincers examining the wreckage and testing the metal and remaining debris and emission leftover for like remains to that of types found in local Dominion space.

Some of the rubble was totally foreign-not a surprise, seeing how many pirates existed in the galaxy. However, some was Amazonian derived, apparently-it shared some similar traits to stressed components and elements used widely in Dominion space, where the Sagitan Pirates had mooched and stole most of their vehicles from and suped them up with other technologies.

Reilun examined the inbound data on the bridge's computer consoles with inquisitiveness. Warding the pirates out here was certainly interesting, as normally they were congesting around Dominion space. Having driven them out here was certainly a positive boost. The question now was simple: whether to assist these locals in driving them out of this space, potentially back into Dominion space, or letting them sit out here and be no harm in Dominion affairs., Reilun decided on a preemptive question first, activating the communicator again.

"How long have these pirates been troubling you; what have they been doing?" Reilun inquired.

The fleet had already received the message. They were one day away. Task Force 01 has it was now called jumped into hyperspace. They had no hostile intents, but since contact had been established by a "Alien" race they needed to be careful.

The Dominator responded with:

" We do not know who all of them are. The largest group is the Blood Goons. However the past month has seen a nearly 400% spike in activity. Now the Blood Goons attacks only account for a mere 13% of the total attacks. We have only identified 40% of the attackers. We think the rest of them may have come from your end of space is this true?

" Captain! We have mutiple targets bearing 001020, 15 enemy ships, around eight frigate sized and several destroyers. Oh my God, there's even a crusier sized ship!"

" Weapons Officer, bring weapons online and order crews to battle stations."

" Looks our chat has been disrupted, our new friends."

With that, over the Emergency Beam Channel, the information was sent.

Reilun grunted when the reports of various hostiles showed up on sensors.

"Prep all weapon systems. Have the hanger bays begin deploying fighters and gunships, move into a protected formation."

Smaller ships began buzzing out of the hanger bays as the capital ships began turning towards the new hostiles, weapon systems coming online.

The enemy ships soon formed into a Phalanx formation. This surprised the Captain and his crew because a space Phalanx was extreamly difficult to do. Even the slightest wrong move and it could rip the ship behind or next to you in half. It did have its advantages. It allowed all ships to support each other.

" Sir, the Four Fusion Cannons are fully charged and loaded."
" Fire at will."

The massive projectiles flew forward, slamming into four separate frigates, easily destroying them.

Only the largest ships, namely cruisers and above could withstand such firepower.

However, Whipple shields greatly reduced their power, but the pirates had none.

"We're in range, cap'n,", reported the bridge's weapons officer.
"Full batteries, across the fleet," ordered Reilun.

The fleet opened up with full turbolaser volleys, the blue energy bolts screaming across space at the enemy ships to each deliver teratons of energy discharge.

"Follow up with a torpedo volley, supplement the fighter screen!"

The capital ships not let loose with mass weaponry: the plasma drivers, the primary mass cannons of the Dominion, opened fire, launching depleted uranium heavy slugs across space at high speeds, bathed in plasma energy. Positron torpedoes supplemented torpedoes already launched by the breaking fighter screen, a a hundred of the blue warheads homing in to several of the pirate vessels to unload their antimatter warheads.

OCC: Broke a few laws of Hard Ft there :P

The enemy pirate fleet could barely withstand such tremendous firepower. Only a few ships remained. The Dominator finished them with around one hundred missiles, each containing a nuclear warhead of about 500 megatons each.

OOC: Hard FT sometimes has a hard time in my specs...but I don't go Black Hole or anything.

IC:

"They're wrapping up, cap'n."
"Quick, get a scan of them before they totally break up."

A probe deployed from the belly of one carrier, shooting forth towards the exploding remnants of the pirate group. It made a quick pass, every scanner onboard making detailed sweeps. It returned to the carrier, the data quickly passing to all ships of the fleet.

"There's Sagitan tech, cap'n," reported the bridge sensor officer, "but not entirely. Just minor things-subsystems. Overall, they seem to have a lesser tech than the Sagitans, not as advanced or similar to our own."

" What did you find out?" the Captain asked.

"I don't believe they are directly related to our pirates," Reilun began, "but the ships did contain systems native to Dominion space. This is slightly troubling: we can likely infer from this that they are at least in contact, if not in league, with the native Dominion underground. Thus, these pirates must be cut off to prevent spread of these underground ideals."

" We understand, what would be your government's official actions?"

bump

**TAG** for future use...


(Hey TPF!)

( Sup Chris how you been? I dont really care as long as you dont play WOW. But you will be playing WH40K online and Warhammer Online.
http://www.warhammeronline.com/english/home/
http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/warhammer40kmmo/news.html?sid=6166560&mode=recent
Enjoy, mate :D)

( Sup Chris how you been? I dont really care as long as you dont play WOW. But you will be playing WH40K online and Warhammer Online.
http://www.warhammeronline.com/english/home/
http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/warhammer40kmmo/news.html?sid=6166560&mode=recent
Enjoy, mate :D)

I know I saw! I literally shit 8 sided stars! (Chaos symbol)

Also, join the WWI RP: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=520363

And now I stop spamming, and I'll get to IC responses, just as soon as I finish studying. Expect an IC in about.....twenty minutes.

I know I saw! I literally shit 8 sided stars! (Chaos symbol)

Now post IC, I demand it!

Now post IC, I demand it!

I will, but read my post above please.

Claim Canada! I'm Australia, so we can be Commonwealth Buddies and support each other!

Now post IC, I demand it!

Cool, you did it, the link to the offsite forum where this will take place is on the third page. I'll be done with my studying soon mano. Patience....

The fires of war, and the echoes of death screamed across the black hole in space which was the Warp. Yet, the Warp was beyond space, beyond time, a medium where hell reigned but mortals dared to tred. Lord Baker felt its ripples.


Millenia ago he had been allied to the people of the PeoplesFreedom. Now, with a battle raging against them, he felt it only proper that he should honor that oh so long ago friendship with its leadership.

A battlefleet consisting of an Executor class Star Destroyer, two Titan Class Battlebarges, fifteen Emperor Class Battleships, five Empire Class Lance Battleships, and six Allegiance Class Star Destroyers had already been within the warp, but now exited to find this new war. Baker himself was aboard the Capital Ship Reaver, the Executor Class, and personally hailed the TPF Fleet.

"Greetings old allies," He spoke. "It has been many millenia since our people spoke, but we of Wanderjar have been your allies throughout the ages. We see you are in need of assistance? Who must the forces of Chaos wreak hell upon?"

OCC: I was hoping we can be peaceful MT wise, but not so good friends Ft wise ;)

OCC: I was hoping we can be peaceful MT wise, but not so good friends Ft wise ;)

OOC: I was anticipating this. I figured you'd be....displeased by the whole Chaos thing, and my massive genocides against races and people, and the billions upon billions of people innocent and soldiers, that I've killed....

Thats why I brought along that nice big fleet!

OCC: Indeed, that makes my new Empire very angry. Poor Wanderjarains... once such a good people... now succumbed. Its time for us two warriors to finally pit our minds against each other. Bring it on, Baker, bring it on.

OCC: Indeed, that makes my new Empire very angry. Poor Wanderjarains... once such a good people... now succumbed. Its time for us two warriors to finally pit our minds against each other. Bring it on, Baker, bring it on.

OOC: And for your IC assault on my leaders persona? Verbal I assume at first, then physical?

OCC: You havent identified yourself to us as hostile.

OCC: You havent identified yourself to us as hostile.

OOC: I'm not coming as hostile, I thought you were fighting Amazonian Beasts, and I was coming to assist you.

By now Task Force 01 had arrived in system.
( This is roughly a fleet. Technically it goes, in my Navy, Task Force, Battle Group, Fleet, Crisis Fleet, Armada, Crisis Armada, and Grand Armada.

Task Force 01:
14 Heavy Frigates
4 Fast Frigates
8 Missile destroyer
8 Line destroyer
4 Fleet Destroyer
4 Heavy Cruiser
4 Strike Cruiser
4 Line Cruiser
4 Light Cruiser
4 Battlecruisers
Two Flagship Battleship
One Dreadnought

OOC: Er, the only people I was fighting was the pirates who got wiped off the map.

IC:

"As for our government," Reilun responded, "I can request a sectorial fleet to come to aid. Besides that, however, likely I can not petition for further aid unless there is significant proof that these pirate actions are directly linked a threat to the Imperial Dominion."

As Reilun finished up his analysis, the Wanderjarins warped in, their fleet some distance off.

"Looks like we have more concerns, potentially," Reilun commented. "I'll send off that transmission now."

From th bottom of one corvette, a sensor beacon hummed and flashed-a hypermessage was away. The Dominion here wouldn't be able to rally any sort of total expeditionary armada, but it would be enough likely to stymie any heavy assault.

-Bump- waiting for Wandy's attack.

-bump-

Baker was deeply hurt by TPF's denial of him as an ally. For Aeons, they had been allies in arms, almost brothers. Now this had crumbled. A tear ran down Bakers face.


He lifted his head up and stared out at the expanse beyond him, which lay the TPF fleet. In a menacingly low voice he hissed, "Kill them. Kill them all."


Suddenly, the galaxy was alight with fire, as thousands of guns from the Wanderjarian Ships began firing at the opposing fleet. Nova Cannons, so powerful as to disintegrate all but the most heavily armored ships began pounding the enemy, while the lance battaries pounded away themselves.

TPF would regret this vile treachery!


(OOC: Hows that bro? :))

OCC: How much damage can those guns pop out?

OOC: Enough to destroy entire worlds man.

OCC: How much damage can those guns pop out?

OCC: Then I cant rp with you :(

OOC: TPF, surely you can do better than that? The key isn't giving up, it's mounting a defense.

At least I will.

IC:

Fighters spat out of the Dominion assembled group as the Wanderjar forces began the surprise attack against the TPF forces.

"Fools!" Reilun spat to himself, "The Sith shall see you dead for that!"

Every capital ship of the Dominion group began to emit their primary anti-energy countermeasure: Static Fields. They were giant clouds of charged particles, outstandingly good at dispersing energy beams or bolts through interference. Though powerful shots would still be able to get some energy through, they would have nowhere near the lethality. The fields were easy to mount, and they had many charges on board each ship. The other countermeasure systems were held in reserve for later.

The Dominion ships began advancing in a spread-out vertical erratic formation, purposefully designed to spread the offensive fire of the enemy-despite the fact that they would have to deal with both the Dominion fire and that of the TPF forces. The Amazonian group let go with all guns at this point. Massive Combine cannons began letting loose, turbolaser beams combining at the epicenters of fire on each cannon to produce intense beams of blue energy, while massive Plasma Drivers from the ships began magnetically accelerating and hurling large slugs of depleted uranium across the stars, each traveling incredibly fast velocities to impact.

The fighter and gunship screens from the carriers began to open up at range with torpedo and missile fire: over a thousand positron torpedoes, anti-matter deliverance warheads, began flying in, some guided others not, towards the Wanderjar assembled group.