NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a normal day on Alpha Centauri, the Coalition home-world.
Or at least that's what they thought...
Below them there were nearly ten million Necron warriors, who were steadily leaving there tombs, once again ready to begin their purge of all life...

Archelogical site B-9, Alpha Centauri

Scientist Sarah Persch looked on in horror as Necron warriors began pouring out of one of the excavated monoliths. The Necrons began attacking and killing the civilian workers on the site. Sarah let out a shreik and tried to run, but she was cut down by the burst from a gauss rifle, but she kept on moving, this time by dragging herself.

But the Necrontyr was faster.
The terrifying alien stuck the axe of it's gauss rifle into her back. She let out a final sceam before dying a horried death...

Coalition Marines base Alpha-1, Alpha Centauri

Alpha-one was a small Coalition outpost several miles from B-9, making it a prime target for the Necrons. The base only has about four hundred men.
But only four hours later the base was a battleground. Coalition marines held their positions for a day before being overrun...

(Woot! Necrons!)

A ship drifted slowly through space, the occasional particle of dust vapourising in an instant as it hit the electromagnetic shield around the craft. Inside, the crew of 20 were awakening after 50 years of hibernation, after they cut into another universe for fast travel and ended up in the middle of nowhere. With no hope of finding help there, they set out at sub-light speeds to the nearest planet: here.

The ship was a VL-class cruiser: yet the crew piloting it were not from the homeworld of Fea III. 20 mecenaries, who had stolen the ship and fitted it with weapons of their choice. The 16 paired lasers had been replaced with plasma cannons, and part of the ship had been filled with a large tank of compressed hydrogen. The modifications extended to the dual energy shields, integral armour, detection systems, paintjob and the hi-fi system.

The sensors onboard picked up a call in their vague direction. Some sort of fight. Money could be made there...

OOC: Aww. Shucks. I'm a popular alien menace. Alas, I don't really do the killing everything in sight and eating its minds thing any more...

(Woot! Necrons!)

A ship drifted slowly through space, the occasional particle of dust vapourising in an instant as it hit the electromagnetic shield around the craft. Inside, the crew of 20 were awakening after 50 years of hibernation, after they cut into another universe for fast travel and ended up in the middle of nowhere. With no hope of finding help there, they set out at sub-light speeds to the nearest planet: here.

The ship was a VL-class cruiser: yet the crew piloting it were not from the homeworld of Fea III. 20 mecenaries, who had stolen the ship and fitted it with weapons of their choice. The 16 paired lasers had been replaced with plasma cannons, and part of the ship had been filled with a large tank of compressed hydrogen. The modifications extended to the dual energy shields, integral armour, detection systems, paintjob and the hi-fi system.

The sensors onboard picked up a call in their vague direction. Some sort of fight. Money could be made there...

Aboard the UCS Mace, the battle against the Necrontyr ships was burning to a stalemate. Marines fought desperately to try and save themselves from the advancing Necron boarders, as the ship's crew continued to fire upon the attacking tombships "Fuck! they're everywhere! We have to retreat!" A young officer wailed, before being shot by the ship's Captain "Death before dishonor, coward!"

At the same time, the ship's communication officer then began to hail the captured ship "This is the UCS Mace! we are requesting support from any ships in the vicinity, we're under attack by an unknown alien force!"

(Sorry I didn't reply: I couldn't find the thread...)

The weapons onboard began to charge as the ship's systems began to systematically record each target, ready for attack.

"We are willing to help. Just name your price."

The crew scuttled to their stations, as the computerised systems began to warm up after their period in hibernation. At the same time, the leader of the group put on some rock music, keeping the volume low while the conversation with the other vessel continued.

At the rear of the ship, the magnets woke up and began to roar as they compressed the hydrogen from the main tank into plasma balls, and prepared to create the magnetic tracks down which each ball would travel. The 2nd in command yelled at one of the controllers.

"Put it on medium-sized projectiles for now, until they start getting tetchy at us. And make sure that we can scarper if we need."