NationStates Jolt Archive

Greetings all sentient life in the universe. I have sent this message in all recorded languages, and I hope that there are beings in the universe other than the Star Inheritors. I am inviting all planetary leaders to a meeting in one of my fleets. I have not seen sentient life for millenia, and I am wondering if there is anything left. Thank you, and I hope to meet you soon.

Kaelis Ra
Holy Emperor of the Star Inheritors, descended from the Empire of the Star Eaters

There are worlds and sapient beings throughout the galaxy, and beyond teeming multitudes. We represent the C’tan empire, and while it is not directly possible for the highest ranks of our leaders to meet with you, we are certain we can dispatch a representative…

~Unknown Radio Contact

<They still live.>

<We were aware that those we destroyed could have been but a part of their main strength. We have already detected some of their vessels. We know that some part of the so-called Imperium still lives. Its people, wretched humanity, attempted to kill us once. I believe that it is now time to return the favor. Rally what ships you may. They have foolishly given us the coordinates of their fleet. You may uncover the gate, and deploy our largest strength. Deploy everything you may, and eliminate the threat at its source.>

<There are only...17 ships available for this operation. Our screen will be particularly light. Only 4 destroyers or light cruisers, 7 heavy or battlecruisers, and 6 Battleships, or supercapitols. It will be an interesting battle. Technologically superior ships against a numerically superior foe. I believe we still have the advantage however.>

<Then so be it. They will deploy, and destroy the human threat.>

Three Days Later, Deep Space:

17 ships. Most wouldn't even call it a task force, the Andermani called it a fleet. The ships seemed to shimmer for a split second, slipping through nearly invisible gates n the void, to appear moments later in the presence of the Human fleet. Masses of turrets tracked and swiveled as they locked onto their first targets, seeking out their first kills in the morass of enemy ships, accelerating simultaneously, to close the gap, and nullify the enemies numerical advantage by getting so close that only a few ships could engage them at any time.

The humans would have almost no warning of the incoming attack, except for a message, seemingly from nowhere.

Your race fought a war against us once before, killing and enslaving many of my brothers, murdering women and children. Butchering priests like chattel. I will do what we could not do before. Vengeance is mine.

OOC: By the way, even though I have used several ideas from the Imperium, my race isn't actualy human. But oh well :D

IC: Sank'eth looked at the messages sent by the C'tan. "not directly possible to meet..What interesting creatures." He remarked.
"Sir, we have a message, cannot tell where its coming from though.
Your race fought a war against us once before, killing and enslaving many of my brothers, murdering women and children. Butchering priests like chattel. I will do what we could not do before. Vengeance is mine.
Sank'eth stared blankly at the screen, he had been one of the surviving members of the Empire of the Star Eaters, maybe this was a race they had fought.
"Sir we are detecting something, we are not sure though." Said the Admiral.
"Get the Emperors fleet out of here now! Get a Kaelis Astartes legion right now, move!" He shouted, realisng something was going to happen, but the Emperor's fleet wasn't informed in time.

OOC: They can't really tell the difference. At this point anything 40k tags as murdering humans, fit to be exterminated.

IC:

The enemy had not noticed them yet, it was a perfect ambush. Particle cannon blazed in the hundreds, weapons mighty enough to carve mile deep gashes into a planets surface centered on 4 ships of the enemy fleet, going for fast kills, ripping apart the first targets they could see, not caring for strength or size of their opponents, only for their ability to rapidly be reduced to so much slag, and cosmic waste. Heavy weapons blazed with actinic fire and lighting, coruscating through the empty void, as the 17 ships of the Andermani fleet burned through the gap between their lines and the enemy ships, shields shimmering in the blackness as they impacted micrometeorites and other debris fast enough to cause tiny flares in their defenses. It was a sledgehammer of the gods, bearing straight for the heart of the imperial fleet, and nothing short of a divine intervention would stop them short of their goal of utterly annihilating the perfidious humans that dared show their faces again.

Divine intervention, strangely enough, was actually forthcoming. The slightly silly sounding cruiser Efanard, and a trio of escorts, had made it their business to be on station, in order to monitor just where this crusade fleet went and what precisely it did.

Four ships doesn’t sound much. Until one truly comprehends how rare and powerful they are. There are in total, three hundred and forty such ships (and a few, comparatively tiny, patrol ships used for monitoring port facilities or picking up other people’s escape pods) on average representing, in stellar combat terms, around thirty million people.

Each was over a kilometre, and capable of things that would make the average diety curl up into a little ball and weep in envy and inadequacy.

Shouldn’t you be picking on someone a little more deserving? Like the nearest asteroid? It’s called the benefit of the doubt. I’m giving it to you, that you can give it to others…

OOC: Yes. Kind of lame. But it's late and I am busy.

Sank'eth staggered back as the main ship was fired upon.
"What do we do sir?" A man shouted, not sure if he was talking to Sank'eth or the Admiral.
For the first time in a century, Sank'eth stuttered.
"Leave this to me child" Said a booming voice, and Sank'eth spun around, and gaped at the person before him.
"Master, how did you get on the ship? I-"
"Silence child." The Emperor whispered. "Boarding action Admiral if you would."
The Admiral nodded, still stunned at the Emperor's appearence, and that Sank'eth had been called a child, nobody did that, nobody dared, apart from the Emperor he supposed.
"B-b-boarding action."
"Yes sir, it may take a minute or two for-"
"Damn it man this is at the Emperor's order!"
"Yes sir, the ships will be ready in under one minute."