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With The Shivans on the lose, The Hyperborians knew that they couldn't stop them if they reached Hyperborian Space. The Hyperborians had been in Isolation, But they knew that The Shivans would win if given the chance. So It was decided that they must leave The Milky Way for a new galaxy....far from their enemies and the Invadeing Shivans.

Takeing the races they Conquered and all Ships in the Imperial Fleet, and after Building Large Nautiluoid Ships that were known as Worldships, The Hyperborians soon started leaveing This Galaxy for another.

One that had many races, all waiting to become Slaves of The Hyperborians.

They were coming.

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Tenetia

Under the darkened, storm-tossed skies of the planet, the Dark Lady meditated in hatred. Her heart yearns for victory, for conquest. She has lost much prestige since she became a Sith, and her anger fueled her plans. With access to the galaxy at large, she could see where trouble spots are at this moment. The Rebels are still harrassing Imperial shipping and snapping at clumps of space here and there, only to be quickly reclaimed by the countless stormtroopers legions and their Dark Side masters.

But in a distant corner of the Outer Rim, she sensed a presence. As the Sith Order's most powerful telepath, she could sense that there was something brewing in the Rim that could bear watching.

Like a spider weaving a web, she waited patiently for the prey to come...

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Imperial Outpost, Outer Rim

It was a small corner of the galaxy, too small to warrant more than a trio of Tenetian conscripted personnel. Brainwashed and enslaved by the Dark Lady to serve her forever, the crew of this particular outpost was still human and thus still bored enough to want something interesting happen.

Of course, they will soon get their wish...

The Hyperborians were ready for The Leaveing of The Milky Way. They were goig to leave and never return to the Milky Way Galaxy..........till the Shvians were gone. The Hyperborians would return someday to make the whole Milky Way poart of the Hyperborian Realm.

But they were leaveing. waiting for their escourt to Outside the Galaxy.

The Galactic Defense Initiative, unaware of the true intentions of the Hyperborians and their plans for the galaxy they were "evacuating" to. They had only been contacted, by what they saw, was a desperate race of beings whom had their first home destroyed by the Shivans, and with the recent data coming in from the distress calls, they could understand why they felt the way they did. As such, they had sent a section of the Second Fleet, a battlegroup of five ships, under the command of Commander James Stielzin. Three frigates, a light cruiser, and the cruiser Destiny, the Commander's ship and de-facto flagship of the battlegroup.

With almost a snap of the universe's fingers, spatial disturbances could be detected by the refugees and the five ships seemed to appear, although hazy as if underwater. A couple seconds later, they zoomed to focus all of sudden and came fully into the system. James turned in his chair to gaze at the sensor officer. "Report."

"All ships have completed the phase-in; all systems green and ready to go, and all ships report full efficiency. Nothing broken yet."

He nodded. "Good, and make sure to keep it that way. Get some readouts of the system, I want a sharp eye monitoring this place in case the Shivans decide to jump us, as busy as they are, they may find the refugees somehow."

"Aye, aye sir." He then tapped a key and a small girl appeared.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Open a channel to those ships, and tell them the usual. Here to escort, follow your lead, etc etc."

"Understood. Working...." There was a pause and then the channel was opened and message sent.

"Hyperborian refugee fleet, this is the GDIS Cruiser Destiny. We have come with the promise escort and are ready to jump whenever you are."

The Galactic Defense Initiative, unaware of the true intentions of the Hyperborians and their plans for the galaxy they were "evacuating" to. They had only been contacted, by what they saw, was a desperate race of beings whom had their first home destroyed by the Shivans, and with the recent data coming in from the distress calls, they could understand why they felt the way they did. As such, they had sent a section of the Second Fleet, a battlegroup of five ships, under the command of Commander James Stielzin. Three frigates, a light cruiser, and the cruiser Destiny, the Commander's ship and de-facto flagship of the battlegroup.

With almost a snap of the universe's fingers, spatial disturbances could be detected by the refugees and the five ships seemed to appear, although hazy as if underwater. A couple seconds later, they zoomed to focus all of sudden and came fully into the system. James turned in his chair to gaze at the sensor officer. "Report."

"All ships have completed the phase-in; all systems green and ready to go, and all ships report full efficiency. Nothing broken yet."

He nodded. "Good, and make sure to keep it that way. Get some readouts of the system, I want a sharp eye monitoring this place in case the Shivans decide to jump us, as busy as they are, they may find the refugees somehow."

"Aye, aye sir." He then tapped a key and a small girl appeared.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Open a channel to those ships, and tell them the usual. Here to escort, follow your lead, etc etc."

"Understood. Working...." There was a pause and then the channel was opened and message sent.

"We are ready." Khan Alexandria said. "We need to be far away from this Galaxy as posable."

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Movement from the Hyperborean zone.

Thought they'd walled it off with mines? Your sensors are glitched, Naphtali. Nothing can get through there without being blown to hell.

Nevertheless, there's movement. I'm detecting numerous vessels... Good lord, Asher, it's their entire fleet plus change.

Plus change? Give me figures.

Uploading now...

Quite large, aren't they. Passenger liners, by the looks of it. Calculating capacity from current intel on Hyperborean vessels... Wow.

Yeah, already did that. There's room for their entire race and more. They're evacuating.

Something must have scared them pretty good to make them hightail it from that hole of theirs. Doubt they're a threat, but we are at war... Current vector has them heading in the direction of Coredian, Chronosian and Sith holdings, but there's a hell of a lot of stars between and beyond. Deploy a few fast frigates to tail them. I want to know where they're heading within a millimeter. And prep your battlegroup. Mine is already in the process, and I'm informing our Brothers of the news. I expect that Joseph and Zebulon will be assigned to us as well. I've also taken the liberty of informing our Terran compatriots of the movement. If they make any wrong moves, we'll sterilize them.

Affirmative, Brother. My frigates are leaving their bays as we speak. As always, an honor to speak with you, Asher. Naphtali out.


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Nearly invisibly, a quintent of tiny black bubbles, only fifty meters in length, blinked into existence a few AU away from the Kaldaran and Hyperborean vessels. The frigates kept their distance, silently monitoring the others.

"Understood. We are on your flank, ready to go. Simply give us the signal and we'll get this party started." Aika turned and nodded to James. "They're ready to go, Commander.' He turned and sat in his chair.

"Understood. Ensign, get those FTL-4 drives going and lets get them away from the Shivans. It'll give the Initiative one less thing to worry about in the coming war." The officer nodded and sent the signal for all ships to power up their drives. Several, tense seconds passed, with sensors washing over the system, looking for Shivans. Then, with a sudden vanish, the GDI ships were gone, and with the effects of the Hyperborian drives, the entire fleet was soon gone, on its way to the other galaxy. The good Commander did not know, however, of the Hyperborian history with the Otagians and Terrans, nor of their plan to conquer the galaxy they were travelling to.

It was going to be interesting, also, to see their reaction to whom resided there....

"Understood. We are on your flank, ready to go. Simply give us the signal and we'll get this party started." Aika turned and nodded to James. "They're ready to go, Commander.' He turned and sat in his chair.

"Understood. Ensign, get those FTL-4 drives going and lets get them away from the Shivans. It'll give the Initiative one less thing to worry about in the coming war." The officer nodded and sent the signal for all ships to power up their drives. Several, tense seconds passed, with sensors washing over the system, looking for Shivans. Then, with a sudden vanish, the GDI ships were gone, and with the effects of the Hyperborian drives, the entire fleet was soon gone, on its way to the other galaxy. The good Commander did not know, however, of the Hyperborian history with the Otagians and Terrans, nor of their plan to conquer the galaxy they were travelling to.

It was going to be interesting, also, to see their reaction to whom resided there....


The Hyperborian Fleet soon Jumped into hyperspace, but not before giveing The escourt the signal. Khan Alexandria hope that once they reached the soon to be new Home of The Hyperborians, They would have a Home they could keep.

The Hyperborians had also brought The Races from all the conquered worlds they had, Slaves, warriors, even the animals from The Hyperborian Empire. takeing it all to the new galaxy.

The Hyperborians were going to a new place.

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In Hyperspace.

The Hyperborians were on their way to their new Galaxy. They had no problems........well, those that lived in that Galaxy would be.

The Hyperborians had heard of a group known as The Sith. They used some sort of magic the called "The Dark Side of The Force". They had heard of this Force before, used by a group called The Jedi.

Hyperborians could not be efected by Force Powers like Mind Tricks, but Force Lightning would still work aganst Them, so could useing The Force to throw things at them, anything else didn't work.

The Hyperborians had also heard of what The Sith do.

They Thought these Sith were dishonorble, Evil, things to be destroyed. Demons. In Short, The Hyperborians would kill all Sith once they find them.

a New Age of war was to start.

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Secert IC: The Worldship Kalibali

The Throne Ship of The Hyperborian Fleet, This was were Khan Alexandria, Great Khan of all The Hyperborians, was planning The Invasion of The Galaxy that they picked for conquest. The first area for the Hyperborians was The world known as Alzoc III, This would be a Forward base and supply area for the first conquest of The invasion, the Planet Ryloth, home to a alien race known as the Twi'leks. They would be good laborers for The Hyperborians once that planet fell

The Hyperborians had a plan, now to start it soon.

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The Fleet soon stopped in outside the Galaxy they were to invade. One Ship, a Rimbak-tor, The Hyperborian Version of a Star Destroyer, broke off from the main fleet and headed for the world of Alzoc III. The Start of the Invasion was now.

The Fleet would stay outside will the base was set up.

Khan Alexandria soon sent a Message to the escourt. "Thank you for your help, we shall pay you for this help." She soon sent a missile, one used for transporting Trash. This one held Gems of many types, over 50 Billion Universeal Credts wroth. It stopped near the escourt for them to get it.

Alzoc III

The Rimbak-tor soon dropped out of Hyperspace over Alzoc III, This world was the third world in the Alzoc system of the Outer Rim Territories. It was a frozen world, dominated by arctic tundra and frozen wastes. This limited the amount of wildlife on the surface. The sole sentient species native to the planet was the Talz. Tall bipeds covered in gray-white fur, they were notable for their four eyes, an adaption to dazzling sunlight reflected off snow.

In Short, a Prefect place for a forward base.

One Rimbak-Tor could carry over 40,000 Hyperborian Warriors, the main troops of the Hyperborians, more then enough to hold the Planet. these forces, along with 5,000 Builders of The Worker Caste of The Hyperborian race, started landing on The Cold Planet, not that cold to The Hyperborians, who thived in weather like this.

The Ship also Detected a Mineing Operation on the world. So The warriors would take it for the Hyperborians.

It was the Start of The Invasion.

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Alzoc III

The enemy has not come unnoticed. As Alzoc III was a mining world, and a fairly important one to the Empire, it had an Imperial garrison protecting it from Rebel scum, complete with the galaxy's feared stormtroopers, walker and TIE units. The only thing they haven't got was the presence of a Dark Side wielder, but surely the garrison would be enough to get rid of the interlopers!

The commanders shouted orders for the Empire's finest to muster out and engage what they perceived to be Rebel scum come to invade them at last. There were many enemies detected by the base's powerful sensors, but not enough. Not enough.

It began with a barrage of missiles, each one armed with deadly proton warheads, targeting the center of the enemy mass. Following up slowly was the first wave of Imperial military might. Stormtroopers, battledroids, and the random AT-STs, with the AT-ATs lumbering behind to provide artillery support.

As for the ship they spotted in orbit? The planetary turbolasers took aim and fired...

Alzoc III

The enemy has not come unnoticed. As Alzoc III was a mining world, and a fairly important one to the Empire, it had an Imperial garrison protecting it from Rebel scum, complete with the galaxy's feared stormtroopers, walker and TIE units. The only thing they haven't got was the presence of a Dark Side wielder, but surely the garrison would be enough to get rid of the interlopers!

The commanders shouted orders for the Empire's finest to muster out and engage what they perceived to be Rebel scum come to invade them at last. There were many enemies detected by the base's powerful sensors, but not enough. Not enough.

It began with a barrage of missiles, each one armed with deadly proton warheads, targeting the center of the enemy mass. Following up slowly was the first wave of Imperial military might. Stormtroopers, battledroids, and the random AT-STs, with the AT-ATs lumbering behind to provide artillery support.

As for the ship they spotted in orbit? The planetary turbolasers took aim and fired...

The Ground forces were cought by surprise, but the Hyperborians charged. with over 1,289 Hyperborian Warriors killed, the Hyperborians now would fight to the death..

The Hyperborians had soon started bringing their own Artillery into play. The Ground-Combat Turbolasers were soon fireing. Looking like Old time Earth Cannons, they were powerfull against Infantry, so were the Missile Walkers, a four legged walker with Missile Launchers on it's back, Fireing against The enemy walkers.

Chargeing into battle, the Hyperborian Calvary rode on Speeder Bikes and Robotic Horse Droids, some even rideing on large geneticly engineered Saber Tooth Cats, made as large as a tank. in front of the Infantry, 7 Shield like things were moveing, more like oval-shaped and vertically rounded shells of some sort of crab.

Then one of these moved near a enemy AT-AT, then started Rearing up on 8 Legs, two arms with Crab like claws and around it's "Mouth" were 6 Tentecles. The Thing looked in the face of the AT-AT Walker.

This was named after a Crab-like Octapuss known as Kimbora. The Kimbora Walkers were now in play.

In space, the Rimbak-tor's Shields held as The Ship soon reviled it's own weapons, Turbolasers were targeted against the enemu Turbolaser batteries and fired, Torpedoes soon rained down also.

The out of the ship came over 400 Naga-Minis, the Hyperborian Version of Bombers. They were escourted by 500 Naga-Majors, The Hyperborian Starfighters. the Ship soon Jammed all Communcations and set up a FTLi field around the Planet.

Hyperboreans have arrived at a planet known locally as Alzoc II, designated ORF-5341M, occupied by Galactic Empire forces. Landings have been detected. Current projections place odds in favor of Hyperboreans. Requesting authorization for intervention.

Negative, Naphtali. QUETZAL has ordered null intervention unless fired upon until adequate intelligence is acquired. We will inform relevant authorities: Chronosia, the Core Worlds, the Sith. Continue observations until further notice. Asher out.

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The Ground forces were cought by surprise, but the Hyperborians charged. with over 1,289 Hyperborian Warriors killed, the Hyperborians now would fight to the death..
More missiles flew out to meet the enemy. There was plenty more where that came from!

The Hyperborians had soon started bringing their own Artillery into play. The Ground-Combat Turbolasers were soon fireing. Looking like Old time Earth Cannons, they were powerfull against Infantry, so were the Missile Walkers, a four legged walker with Missile Launchers on it's back, Fireing against The enemy walkers.
Unfortunately for the enemy, the AT-ATs barely noticed the enemy turbolasers, but in return, they unleashed volley after volley of their powerful turbolasers in return, accompanied by Juggernauts spewing missile after missile at the enemy. Oh, sure, a few AT-STs and stormtrooper squads were killed by the enemy, but they were weak anyway and merely allowed the enemy to shout their war cries. "For the Empire! For Vader! For Nightshade!"

Chargeing into battle, the Hyperborian Calvary rode on Speeder Bikes and Robotic Horse Droids, some even rideing on large geneticly engineered Saber Tooth Cats, made as large as a tank. in front of the Infantry, 7 Shield like things were moveing, more like oval-shaped and vertically rounded shells of some sort of crab.
Stormtrooper Sergeant TK-473 was bemused at the enemy attempting to act like some primitive world and went down hard, using his white armor as camoflage against the snow as he brought blaster rifle to bear. His blaster rifle and that of his comrades were powerful enough to smash through droideka shields and armor, and what's worse, their helmets provided superior targeting information that allowed the stormtroopers to shoot devastatingly accurate shots at the enemy, almost as if each blaster bolt was guided by the Dark Side.

As a Master of the Force once said, 'Only stormtroopers could be so precise...'

Then one of these moved near a enemy AT-AT, then started Rearing up on 8 Legs, two arms with Crab like claws and around it's "Mouth" were 6 Tentecles. The Thing looked in the face of the AT-AT Walker.

This was named after a Crab-like Octapuss known as Kimbora. The Kimbora Walkers were now in play.
Army Captain Keran of the lead AT-AT was also bemused at the odd-looking walkers. They looked tall, but also looked funny. Well, soon they will look dead. He smiled as he issued the order. "Charge to maximum firepower. Destroy those things!"

A short whine later, his AT-AT's turbolaser cannons unleashed bolt after bolt of devastating plasma-based energy, each one packing enough power to challenge a ship...

In space, the Rimbak-tor's Shields held as The Ship soon reviled it's own weapons, Turbolasers were targeted against the enemu Turbolaser batteries and fired, Torpedoes soon rained down also.

The out of the ship came over 400 Naga-Minis, the Hyperborian Version of Bombers. They were escourted by 500 Naga-Majors, The Hyperborian Starfighters. the Ship soon Jammed all Communcations and set up a FTLi field around the Planet.
Fortunately for the Imperials, Standard Imperial Procedure meant that before communications were cut off, a message detailing an invasion of 'Rebel' forces managed to reach Imperial ears deeper into the galaxy. Soon enough, a task force will be dispatched to deal with the threat. Until then, the Imperial garrison only had to hold. And hold they will, as they launched their TIE and Droid squadrons to shoot down the enemy starfighters. Meanwhile, several turbolaser batteries were damaged, but that ensured that there was more firepower for the remaining batteries, and they doubled their output in Imperial fury to challenge the ship! If only they had an A-Class or higher Planetary Turbolaser, powerful enough to defeat a Star Destroyer, but alas, they would have to make do with their B-classes. But surely, surely that would be enough for the Empire's best!

More missiles flew out to meet the enemy. There was plenty more where that came from!


Unfortunately for the enemy, the AT-ATs barely noticed the enemy turbolasers, but in return, they unleashed volley after volley of their powerful turbolasers in return, accompanied by Juggernauts spewing missile after missile at the enemy. Oh, sure, a few AT-STs and stormtrooper squads were killed by the enemy, but they were weak anyway and merely allowed the enemy to shout their war cries. "For the Empire! For Vader! For Nightshade!"


Stormtrooper Sergeant TK-473 was bemused at the enemy attempting to act like some primitive world and went down hard, using his white armor as camoflage against the snow as he brought blaster rifle to bear. His blaster rifle and that of his comrades were powerful enough to smash through droideka shields and armor, and what's worse, their helmets provided superior targeting information that allowed the stormtroopers to shoot devastatingly accurate shots at the enemy, almost as if each blaster bolt was guided by the Dark Side.

As a Master of the Force once said, 'Only stormtroopers could be so precise...'


Army Captain Keran of the lead AT-AT was also bemused at the odd-looking walkers. They looked tall, but also looked funny. Well, soon they will look dead. He smiled as he issued the order. "Charge to maximum firepower. Destroy those things!"

A short whine later, his AT-AT's turbolaser cannons unleashed bolt after bolt of devastating plasma-based energy, each one packing enough power to challenge a ship...


Fortunately for the Imperials, Standard Imperial Procedure meant that before communications were cut off, a message detailing an invasion of 'Rebel' forces managed to reach Imperial ears deeper into the galaxy. Soon enough, a task force will be dispatched to deal with the threat. Until then, the Imperial garrison only had to hold. And hold they will, as they launched their TIE and Droid squadrons to shoot down the enemy starfighters. Meanwhile, several turbolaser batteries were damaged, but that ensured that there was more firepower for the remaining batteries, and they doubled their output in Imperial fury to challenge the ship! If only they had an A-Class or higher Planetary Turbolaser, powerful enough to defeat a Star Destroyer, but alas, they would have to make do with their B-classes. But surely, surely that would be enough for the Empire's best!

a thousand more warriors were killed, but they were attacking. The Calvary charged against the Imperial Forces. Swoop Bikes and HorseDroids in all. The HorseDroids chests soon opened up to revilal a set for four Blasters that opened Fire. These were small, yet powerful, weapons.


The Infantry soon opened fire on the enemy. like the cannons, The blaster weapons looked like old weapons, flint lock guns and Crossbows. These were not Flint locks or Crossbows as they soon showed to be. Hyperborian Blaster Warriors were trained to shoot like magic. Aiming for any Weak spots in enemy armor, they could disable a enemy warrior, then kill them.

One Melee Weapon of the Hyperborians that was deadly was the 12 foor long Laser Whip. It could be set from causeing minor but painfull burns to a kill setting that could cut a being in half. They were being used along with other weapons against the enemy.

the Artillery Continued fireing against the enemy Infantry. Missiles were launched against The enemy Juggernauts to take them out.

The Kimbora walkers were being shoot at by the enemy walkers, but they had powerful shields. But two were blasted to bits by the enemy fire. One of The Kimbora Walkers soon started to attack the enemy Infantry. Grabbing a Leg of a Destroyed AT-ST and started bashing it around like a mace. Another soon show it had weapons. out of it's back came a large silver disk that soon flashed a redish-gold like that melted the snow and ice. a Group pf Hyperborians stopped before it cut across their path, knowing that it was an Heat-Ray, on that could turn Living beings into ash with a blast of it's killing light. The Lead Kimbora Walker soon attacked the lead enemy walker, Tentacles shotting out, grabbing the head of the walker. Two Tentacles grabbed The Turbolasers and tried pulling them off.

In Space, the Hyperborians engaged the enemy fighters in a deadly dance. Hyperborian fighters were fast, and they had over six laser cannons, three on each wing. Hyperborian Naga-Majors could launched them selves into a spin, fireing their lasers in a attack that was very hard to dogge.

The Hyperborian Ship was being battered, but it continued to fire against the enemy Ground defenses.

The Hyperborian Fleet.

It was time to attack. The Battle of Alzoc III was still going on as The Hyperborians prepared the real Invasion. The Attack on Ryloth would be the main start of the Hyperborian Invasion.

The Fleet sent to Ryloth

20 Rimbakor-Tors (Hyperborian Star Destroyer)
20 Handis-Porkhanis (Hyperborian Heavy Destroyer)
40 Salman-tri-banggos (Hyperborian Frigate)
20 Nor-bal-rani (Hyperborian Cruisers)
3,000 Naga-Nomad (Hyperborian Long Ranged Starfighters)
one Hyperborian worldship.

The Warriors for the Invasion of Ryloth were over 400,000 Strong with their Vehicles. They were on the Worldship, that was also like a Super Star Destroyer. The Hyperborian Invasion force soon jumped into Hyperspace, with the rest of the Hyperborians ready to enter The Galaxy

The Invasion had begun, but to make sure that the Invasion Force against Ryloth wasn't detected till it was too late, The Hyperborians sent 10 Mithi-Hagis Better known to non-Hyperborians as The Hyperborian Bird of Prey, against a Outpost that was picked for attack.

The Mithi-Hagis soon left for the Outpost Cloaked for a sneek attack against The Outpost.

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The Hyperborian Fleet.

It was time to attack. The Battle of Alzoc III was still going on as The Hyperborians prepared the real Invasion. The Attack on Ryloth would be the main start of the Hyperborian Invasion.

The Fleet sent to Ryloth

20 Rimbakor-Tors (Hyperborian Star Destroyer)
20 Handis-Porkhanis (Hyperborian Heavy Destroyer)
40 Salman-tri-banggos (Hyperborian Frigate)
20 Nor-bal-rani (Hyperborian Cruisers)
3,000 Naga-Nomad (Hyperborian Long Ranged Starfighters)
one Hyperborian worldship.

The Warriors for the Invasion of Ryloth were over 400,000 Strong with their Vehicles. They were on the Worldship, that was also like a Super Star Destroyer. The Hyperborian Invasion force soon jumped into Hyperspace, with the rest of the Hyperborians ready to enter The Galaxy
Little did the Hyperboreans know that Ryloth was now protected by the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances after the botched invasion of Matenbuds allowed them to gain prestige in the eyes of the Twi'lek clans. With that in mind, there was quite a few ships and defense stations protecting the planet. That's not all, for FEDBED was available to keep an eye on Imperial movements around this sector of the Outer Rim. The FEDBED sensor network was a powerful net capable of seeing deep into interstellar space so that the allied forces would make an appropriate response to Imperial incursions in their space.

Soon, little did the incoming enemy know that the sensor network was about to get its money's worth.

The Invasion had begun, but to make sure that the Invasion Force against Ryloth wasn't detected till it was too late, The Hyperborians sent 10 Mithi-Hagis Better known to non-Hyperborians as The Hyperborian Bird of Prey, against a Outpost that was picked for attack.

The Mithi-Hagis soon left for the Outpost Cloaked for a sneek attack against The Outpost.
Imperial Ensign Jason Draven was bored. So bored that he often played video games instead of watching the sensor readings. Because of the fact that he was currently playing a game involving a Sith assassin going out on missions to slaughter Rebels and Jedi, he completely missed the fact that the Imperial sensors picked up something that kept on flickering in and out of its range and the computer kept on beeping to get the boy's attention.

Annoyed at the lack of response from its video-game addict of a master, the onboard computer decided to take matters into its own keyboard and scan more carefully for the incursion. It was faint...very faint...and it looked like sensor ghosts. Nevertheless, the computer was wary of Rebel tricks, and quietly warmed up its few defenses for a possible attack...

a thousand more warriors were killed, but they were attacking. The Calvary charged against the Imperial Forces. Swoop Bikes and HorseDroids in all. The HorseDroids chests soon opened up to revilal a set for four Blasters that opened Fire. These were small, yet powerful, weapons

The Infantry soon opened fire on the enemy. like the cannons, The blaster weapons looked like old weapons, flint lock guns and Crossbows. These were not Flint locks or Crossbows as they soon showed to be. Hyperborian Blaster Warriors were trained to shoot like magic. Aiming for any Weak spots in enemy armor, they could disable a enemy warrior, then kill them.

One Melee Weapon of the Hyperborians that was deadly was the 12 foor long Laser Whip. It could be set from causeing minor but painfull burns to a kill setting that could cut a being in half. They were being used along with other weapons against the enemy.
Many a stormtrooper died for the glory of the Empire as the enemy simply swarmed them with their numbers. Fortunately, the garrison itself still stood and it would be used to repel attacks until either the enemy all died or the garrison base was destroyed. Whichever one occurred first, the Empire would be sure to slaughter as many enemies as it could before the enemy overran the base...

the Artillery Continued fireing against the enemy Infantry. Missiles were launched against The enemy Juggernauts to take them out.
Several Juggernauts were destroyed by the enemy counterbattery fire. Soon, the Hyperboreans would win this part of the battle, but not before a final volley of missiles were sent into the enemy ranks once more.

The Kimbora walkers were being shoot at by the enemy walkers, but they had powerful shields. But two were blasted to bits by the enemy fire. One of The Kimbora Walkers soon started to attack the enemy Infantry. Grabbing a Leg of a Destroyed AT-ST and started bashing it around like a mace. Another soon show it had weapons. out of it's back came a large silver disk that soon flashed a redish-gold like that melted the snow and ice. a Group pf Hyperborians stopped before it cut across their path, knowing that it was an Heat-Ray, on that could turn Living beings into ash with a blast of it's killing light. The Lead Kimbora Walker soon attacked the lead enemy walker, Tentacles shotting out, grabbing the head of the walker. Two Tentacles grabbed The Turbolasers and tried pulling them off.
"And what in the name of the Emperor's black bones are you doing?" The Army Captain quipped as he saw a weird sight: the tentacles attempted to tear off the walker's turbolasers to no avail. Unfortunately for the octopus walker, that just allowed the AT-AT to fire fully powered point-blank shots at the enemy, a fair price to pay for the walker's stupidity.

As for the heat-ray, while many stormtroopers and a few AT-STs were destroyed by the attack, the AT-ATs' heavy anti-energy armor simply shrugged it off and kept firing. The Hyperboreans would have to do better than that to destroy the behemoths!

In Space, the Hyperborians engaged the enemy fighters in a deadly dance. Hyperborian fighters were fast, and they had over six laser cannons, three on each wing. Hyperborian Naga-Majors could launched them selves into a spin, fireing their lasers in a attack that was very hard to dogge.

The Hyperborian Ship was being battered, but it continued to fire against the enemy Ground defenses.
In space, the TIE and droid fighters did everything in their power to destroy the enemy fighters and get to slaughtering the enemy capital ship to no avail. The same occurred to the ground turbolaser defenses. It appears as if the Empire has lost this battle...

But not quite! An Imperial Cruiser wandered by and picked up the distress call from Alzoc III and now it appeared out of hyperspace bearing down upon the Hyperborian ship. The Empire's glory is revived!

"Scanning, sir. TIE and droid fighters are engaging an unknown craft, not registered in any known Imperial or Rebel IFF configurations. It appears to have been in battle against the ground defenses."

"Very well. Launch our fighters to support the garrison. Lock onto the enemy ship and open fire with all batteries!" The Imperial commander, Tina Reken, clasped her hands behind her back and watched the battle unfold with ice-cold eyes. She idly wondered who this ship belonged to. Either way it was attacking an Imperial planet, so it must be destroyed at all costs. The ship answered her summons, deadly turbolasers and ion cannons lashing out at the enemy craft with devastating efficiency while its compliment of fighters roared out to join the battered garrison fighters. With fresh forces in the fray, the Empire have surely turned the tide today!

Little did the Hyperboreans know that Ryloth was now protected by the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances after the botched invasion of Matenbuds allowed them to gain prestige in the eyes of the Twi'lek clans. With that in mind, there was quite a few ships and defense stations protecting the planet. That's not all, for FEDBED was available to keep an eye on Imperial movements around this sector of the Outer Rim. The FEDBED sensor network was a powerful net capable of seeing deep into interstellar space so that the allied forces would make an appropriate response to Imperial incursions in their space.

Soon, little did the incoming enemy know that the sensor network was about to get its money's worth.

The Worldship Draco

The Command ship of the Force to invade Ryloth. This was to be used against any enemy force that blocked their path to Conquest and Glory.

On the Bridge of the worldship was a Female Hyperborian, dress in a srapless top and shorts, all purple. Her tail poked out from behind her. her dark Violet hair was long.

This was General Zakuro. (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/?action=view&current=MewZakuro.jpg)
"Capitan," She said, "Signal the fleet to cloak." "yes, Great one." He said.

All Star Sailors, Soldiers and other that fought in the Hyperborian Military were of The Warrior caste, since The Hyperborians divied them selves into Castes, Clans and Family Units. The Warrior caste was higher then The Shaman caste, near the Polictian caste. The Highest was the Khan, and the lowest caste were Criminals.

the Fleet soon started cloaking, this would make sure they would appear, not of no where it would seem.

Imperial Ensign Jason Draven was bored. So bored that he often played video games instead of watching the sensor readings. Because of the fact that he was currently playing a game involving a Sith assassin going out on missions to slaughter Rebels and Jedi, he completely missed the fact that the Imperial sensors picked up something that kept on flickering in and out of its range and the computer kept on beeping to get the boy's attention.

Annoyed at the lack of response from its video-game addict of a master, the onboard computer decided to take matters into its own keyboard and scan more carefully for the incursion. It was faint...very faint...and it looked like sensor ghosts. Nevertheless, the computer was wary of Rebel tricks, and quietly warmed up its few defenses for a possible attack...


The Mithi-Hagis neared their target, seemed they did not find out about the ships. The group soon decided to make the enemy know the Invasion was here.

They De-cloaked.

then all The Mithi-Hagis attack, raceing at speeds slower then a Star Fighter, but good for a Small Ship like The Hyperborian Bird of Prey. they soon started fireing Torpedoes against the outpost.

Many a stormtrooper died for the glory of the Empire as the enemy simply swarmed them with their numbers. Fortunately, the garrison itself still stood and it would be used to repel attacks until either the enemy all died or the garrison base was destroyed. Whichever one occurred first, the Empire would be sure to slaughter as many enemies as it could before the enemy overran the base...


Several Juggernauts were destroyed by the enemy counterbattery fire. Soon, the Hyperboreans would win this part of the battle, but not before a final volley of missiles were sent into the enemy ranks once more.


"And what in the name of the Emperor's black bones are you doing?" The Army Captain quipped as he saw a weird sight: the tentacles attempted to tear off the walker's turbolasers to no avail. Unfortunately for the octopus walker, that just allowed the AT-AT to fire fully powered point-blank shots at the enemy, a fair price to pay for the walker's stupidity.

As for the heat-ray, while many stormtroopers and a few AT-STs were destroyed by the attack, the AT-ATs' heavy anti-energy armor simply shrugged it off and kept firing. The Hyperboreans would have to do better than that to destroy the behemoths!


In space, the TIE and droid fighters did everything in their power to destroy the enemy fighters and get to slaughtering the enemy capital ship to no avail. The same occurred to the ground turbolaser defenses. It appears as if the Empire has lost this battle...

But not quite! An Imperial Cruiser wandered by and picked up the distress call from Alzoc III and now it appeared out of hyperspace bearing down upon the Hyperborian ship. The Empire's glory is revived!

"Scanning, sir. TIE and droid fighters are engaging an unknown craft, not registered in any known Imperial or Rebel IFF configurations. It appears to have been in battle against the ground defenses."

"Very well. Launch our fighters to support the garrison. Lock onto the enemy ship and open fire with all batteries!" The Imperial commander, Tina Reken, clasped her hands behind her back and watched the battle unfold with ice-cold eyes. She idly wondered who this ship belonged to. Either way it was attacking an Imperial planet, so it must be destroyed at all costs. The ship answered her summons, deadly turbolasers and ion cannons lashing out at the enemy craft with devastating efficiency while its compliment of fighters roared out to join the battered garrison fighters. With fresh forces in the fray, the Empire have surely turned the tide today!

The Fighters soon started attacking the new enemy fighters. but already the Main Ship was turning to greet this new threat. Anti-Starfighter Missiles were locked on against the enemy fighters and were launched, 500 in all. the Hyperborian fighters would handle the rest.

The Main ship soon started heading for the enemy ship, Turbolasers and the Two Large Ion Cannons fired with Torpedoes fallowing. The weapons wre targeted at The weapons on the enemy ship, to disable them for Boarding.

on The Ground, The Hyperborians attacked, Chargeing into the ranks of The enemy. It was to go to hand to Hand, Swords, daggers, Spears and other weapons, along with Blasters were in use. Hyperborian Sharpshooter warriors targeted victims from afar and fired.

Some of The Warriors were striping off weapons and armor from enemy soldiers, and and useing the Imperial weapons against The enemy troops in battle.

The Kimbora Walker soon fell, destroyed, pieces were soon flying all over the place. But the Kimbora Walker Drivers soon saw that the enemy walkers would good foes to be destroyed. One soon targeted the Neck of the AT-AT and soon showed it had other weapons, Missile Launchers. The Walker fired two, one aimed for the head, the other for the neck.

two soon ganged up on another AT-AT and were on both sides of the thing, Their tentacles going around the enemy walker's legs to bring it down.

over 1,000 more Hyperborians died, but The Fourth walker soon attacked the enemy Troops, It grabbed the ruins of a enemy Juggernaut and soon threw it at an enemy walker, it's Tentacles grabbing enemy troopers and throwing them around.

Near The Planet Ryloth.

The Invasion force, still cloaked, was now waiting near The planet. readying for The attack against it.

but Scouting was the name for the actions before the main attack. General Zakuro was no fool, knowing that the planet might be well protected. so she sent 10 Naga-Nomads to scout the planet.

The Invasion would start soon.

Bump

The Fighters soon started attacking the new enemy fighters. but already the Main Ship was turning to greet this new threat. Anti-Starfighter Missiles were locked on against the enemy fighters and were launched, 500 in all. the Hyperborian fighters would handle the rest.

The Main ship soon started heading for the enemy ship, Turbolasers and the Two Large Ion Cannons fired with Torpedoes fallowing. The weapons wre targeted at The weapons on the enemy ship, to disable them for Boarding.
"Enemy ship firing turbolasers and ion cannons, ma'am. Missiles launched. Fighters are doing well against the enemy."

"Very good. Let the point defenses deal with the missiles, stutterfire mode. How are the shields?"

"Holding well, ma'am."

"Very good. Double our main cannons' output and target their weapons and shield emplacements. As soon as the missiles hit, dump power from the engines into the shields. That will ensure that they cannot harm us. Oh, and launch our own missiles too."

"Yes, ma'am."

It was soon clear to the enemy that they weren't dealing with a weak frigate or corvette. They were dealing with the backbone of the Imperial Navy. A fresh ship against one that has already been in a duel against the ground cannons and damaged in the process. A vast wall of fire erupted from the Imperial Cruiser, turning the sky around it into a no-go zone for the missiles. A majority of them were destroyed, but a few managed to smash into the shields, making the ship rumble and shake with the onslaught. Nevertheless, the shields immediately began regenerating thanks to the Imperial Commander's order, which was a very good idea, considering that the enemy followed up with a turbolaser and ion cannon assault of their own. A classic technique, but also a rookie one, at least according to the experienced cold-hearted woman, who have fought against Rebels for a very long time and knew these familiar tricks like the back of her hand.

Now it was the Imperial Cruiser's turn. The turbolasers that roared out of the main batteries were even more powerful than the ones that came before, each one now capable of killing a YT freighter in one shot. They targeted the enemy's own weapons and shields, ensuring a nasty blow once they connect. In the meantime, the cruiser's antiship missile tubes were activated and the ship shuddered with each shot fired. Running at close to the speed of light itself, each missile would be serious trouble to shoot down...

on The Ground, The Hyperborians attacked, Chargeing into the ranks of The enemy. It was to go to hand to Hand, Swords, daggers, Spears and other weapons, along with Blasters were in use. Hyperborian Sharpshooter warriors targeted victims from afar and fired.

Some of The Warriors were striping off weapons and armor from enemy soldiers, and and useing the Imperial weapons against The enemy troops in battle.
As soon as the enemy charged, massive explosions erupted as thermal detonators were tossed into their ranks, then they were cut down by the stormtrooper blasters and E-web machine blasters while they tried stripping off the weapons and armor of the dead. It was foolish of the Hyperborians to attack like this, especially considering that their armor seemed to be made of leather. Melee weapons verses heavy assault rifle and machinegun weapons,and to make it worse, they were charging into prepared trenches and defensive positions protecting the garrison. The stormtroopers wondered where they learned their laughable tactics from...

The Kimbora Walker soon fell, destroyed, pieces were soon flying all over the place. But the Kimbora Walker Drivers soon saw that the enemy walkers would good foes to be destroyed. One soon targeted the Neck of the AT-AT and soon showed it had other weapons, Missile Launchers. The Walker fired two, one aimed for the head, the other for the neck.

two soon ganged up on another AT-AT and were on both sides of the thing, Their tentacles going around the enemy walker's legs to bring it down.

over 1,000 more Hyperborians died, but The Fourth walker soon attacked the enemy Troops, It grabbed the ruins of a enemy Juggernaut and soon threw it at an enemy walker, it's Tentacles grabbing enemy troopers and throwing them around.
"Damn!" Was the last words of Imperial Captain Keran as his walker's weakness was finally exploited and died in the explosion. The other walker, tangled up in the tentacles, tried to take another step and simply crashed and the third one crashed to the ground as well when the juggernaut hit it. Well, looks like the enemy wasn't so laughable after all! Finally, the enemy was able to turn the tide on this planet, at least on the ground. If they win the ground battle but lose the space battle, it would be quite short-lived...

Near The Planet Ryloth.

The Invasion force, still cloaked, was now waiting near The planet. readying for The attack against it.

but Scouting was the name for the actions before the main attack. General Zakuro was no fool, knowing that the planet might be well protected. so she sent 10 Naga-Nomads to scout the planet.

The Invasion would start soon.
The scouts would reveal that no less than a full battlegroup, crewed by Alliance forces, prowled the space around Ryloth. After the Empire attacked, the Rebellion was not taking any chances with one of the major supporters of their cause. There were also several powerful defense stations orbiting the planet itself, each one capable of easily dueling a Star Destroyer and winning.

Furthermore, it would soon be clear that even if they defeat the Rebels, Ryloth is a hard nut to crack. Their planet is tidally locked, meaning that they're going to land in either burning desert or freezing tundra, death for any infantry forces and even dangerous to mechanized forces. The only possibility is the sliver of temperate areas. The singular spaceport, for example. And what's worse, the Twi'lek, far from being simple slaveholders, are masters of using their catacombs to their advantages. It would make any ground battle a sure defeat, that's for sure. What's worse, there's a small Jedi enclave on the planet, which would indeed make it a dangerous fight for the enemy...

"Enemy ship firing turbolasers and ion cannons, ma'am. Missiles launched. Fighters are doing well against the enemy."

"Very good. Let the point defenses deal with the missiles, stutterfire mode. How are the shields?"

"Holding well, ma'am."

"Very good. Double our main cannons' output and target their weapons and shield emplacements. As soon as the missiles hit, dump power from the engines into the shields. That will ensure that they cannot harm us. Oh, and launch our own missiles too."

"Yes, ma'am."

It was soon clear to the enemy that they weren't dealing with a weak frigate or corvette. They were dealing with the backbone of the Imperial Navy. A fresh ship against one that has already been in a duel against the ground cannons and damaged in the process. A vast wall of fire erupted from the Imperial Cruiser, turning the sky around it into a no-go zone for the missiles. A majority of them were destroyed, but a few managed to smash into the shields, making the ship rumble and shake with the onslaught. Nevertheless, the shields immediately began regenerating thanks to the Imperial Commander's order, which was a very good idea, considering that the enemy followed up with a turbolaser and ion cannon assault of their own. A classic technique, but also a rookie one, at least according to the experienced cold-hearted woman, who have fought against Rebels for a very long time and knew these familiar tricks like the back of her hand.

Now it was the Imperial Cruiser's turn. The turbolasers that roared out of the main batteries were even more powerful than the ones that came before, each one now capable of killing a YT freighter in one shot. They targeted the enemy's own weapons and shields, ensuring a nasty blow once they connect. In the meantime, the cruiser's antiship missile tubes were activated and the ship shuddered with each shot fired. Running at close to the speed of light itself, each missile would be serious trouble to shoot down...


As soon as the enemy charged, massive explosions erupted as thermal detonators were tossed into their ranks, then they were cut down by the stormtrooper blasters and E-web machine blasters while they tried stripping off the weapons and armor of the dead. It was foolish of the Hyperborians to attack like this, especially considering that their armor seemed to be made of leather. Melee weapons verses heavy assault rifle and machinegun weapons,and to make it worse, they were charging into prepared trenches and defensive positions protecting the garrison. The stormtroopers wondered where they learned their laughable tactics from...


"Damn!" Was the last words of Imperial Captain Keran as his walker's weakness was finally exploited and died in the explosion. The other walker, tangled up in the tentacles, tried to take another step and simply crashed and the third one crashed to the ground as well when the juggernaut hit it. Well, looks like the enemy wasn't so laughable after all! Finally, the enemy was able to turn the tide on this planet, at least on the ground. If they win the ground battle but lose the space battle, it would be quite short-lived...


The scouts would reveal that no less than a full battlegroup, crewed by Alliance forces, prowled the space around Ryloth. After the Empire attacked, the Rebellion was not taking any chances with one of the major supporters of their cause. There were also several powerful defense stations orbiting the planet itself, each one capable of easily dueling a Star Destroyer and winning.

Furthermore, it would soon be clear that even if they defeat the Rebels, Ryloth is a hard nut to crack. Their planet is tidally locked, meaning that they're going to land in either burning desert or freezing tundra, death for any infantry forces and even dangerous to mechanized forces. The only possibility is the sliver of temperate areas. The singular spaceport, for example. And what's worse, the Twi'lek, far from being simple slaveholders, are masters of using their catacombs to their advantages. It would make any ground battle a sure defeat, that's for sure. What's worse, there's a small Jedi enclave on the planet, which would indeed make it a dangerous fight for the enemy...

Alzoc III

The enemy ship was about to meet a weapon that would soon make the enemy shields useless; Hyperborian GravWell Projectors could strip the shields off ships to make sure their was a opening to attack.

The GravWell Projector soon was turned on and started stripping the shields off the enemy ship. Good news, Renforcements in the form of a Worldship was heading for the battle.

on The Ground, even more hyperborians were killed. But the enemy was in for a shock. a Kimbora Walker was soon attacking the Treaches, Laser Cannons and Heat Ray fireing away.

Ryloth.

Zakuro liked what was reported. Ryloth would be a good Challnge for battle. She soon turned to the Capitan "Keep the Capital Ships cloaked and prepare the Naga-nomads for battle. Prepare landing forces." She ordered.

unseen, The Hyperborians soon started heading for the enemy force. Cloaked Transports were also heading for the Darkside of the Planet, alot cooler then the day side.

The Two Scouts returned to the Worldship.

Alzoc III

The enemy ship was about to meet a weapon that would soon make the enemy shields useless; Hyperborian GravWell Projectors could strip the shields off ships to make sure their was a opening to attack.

The GravWell Projector soon was turned on and started stripping the shields off the enemy ship. Good news, Renforcements in the form of a Worldship was heading for the battle.
"Ma'am, the enemy's kicking up some sort of gravity well projector. They're trying to strip the ship's shields off!"

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Expand the inertial compensators! It seems they think they're Vong." The Imperial commander ordered. "Once you've done that, finish them with an Alpha Strike!"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

It was a good idea indeed. Expanding the inertial compensators ensured that the gravity wells didn't suck off the shields, something that has been tried before and failed equally hard. Now, it was time to finish them. For a moment, the Imperial Cruiser stopped firing to power up for its ultimate attack. Then, it unleashed all its weapons in one devastating Alpha Strike, straight at the weakened enemy ship.

on The Ground, even more hyperborians were killed. But the enemy was in for a shock. a Kimbora Walker was soon attacking the Treaches, Laser Cannons and Heat Ray fireing away.
Without the walkers to protect them, the stormtroopers were in big trouble as the enemy walker bore down upon them, blasting them into superheated chunks of flesh. Still, stormtroopers were fanatically brave in the face of mortal danger and a few set up powerful proton rocket launchers, and made the enemy walkers eat proton warheads.

Ryloth.

Zakuro liked what was reported. Ryloth would be a good Challnge for battle. She soon turned to the Capitan "Keep the Capital Ships cloaked and prepare the Naga-nomads for battle. Prepare landing forces." She ordered.

unseen, The Hyperborians soon started heading for the enemy force. Cloaked Transports were also heading for the Darkside of the Planet, alot cooler then the day side.

The Two Scouts returned to the Worldship.
Unfortunately for the Hyperborians, as soon as they neared Ryloth, FEDBED's multispectrum sensors managed to pick up the cloaked ships.

"Commander!" A Twi'lek yelled in Huttese. "We're detecting cloaked ships heading towards Ryloth's defenses!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Electromagnetic sensors detect nothing, but look at the gravitic and tachyonic sensors!"

"Hmm. Very well. Sound general quarters! Send the sensor readings to all available ships in the system! Alert the GFFA that we have a possible enemy incursion to the system!"

"Yes, sir!"

"And warn these bastards off, whoever they are!"

"Attention unknown craft! You are trespassing in Ryloth space, and yes, we can see you! Back off or be destroyed!"

"GFFA Military Command! This is Ryloth Planetary Defense Force! We have intruders in the area, 90% probability of a cloaked enemy force. Request all available forces to assist us! Repeat, we have a possible enemy incursion!"

Suddenly, Ryloth's defense forces came to life and fighters roared out to intercept the transports on the dark side. Ships powered up shields and prepared weapons. The enemy was getting too close for even Twi'lek comfort and if they attacked, all hell would break loose.

Unfortunately for the Hyperborians, as soon as they neared Ryloth, FEDBED's multispectrum sensors managed to pick up the cloaked ships.

"Commander!" A Twi'lek yelled in Huttese. "We're detecting cloaked ships heading towards Ryloth's defenses!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Electromagnetic sensors detect nothing, but look at the gravitic and tachyonic sensors!"

"Hmm. Very well. Sound general quarters! Send the sensor readings to all available ships in the system! Alert the GFFA that we have a possible enemy incursion to the system!"

"Yes, sir!"

"And warn these bastards off, whoever they are!"





Suddenly, Ryloth's defense forces came to life and fighters roared out to intercept the transports on the dark side. Ships powered up shields and prepared weapons. The enemy was getting too close for even Twi'lek comfort and if they attacked, all hell would break loose.

Then it happend. The Worldship decloaked, showing that it wasn't a Imperial Ship. Soon the other ships decloaked. They were just siting there. They were waiting.

The enemy fighters were in for a bad surprise. The Trasports were not unarmed. Anti-Starfighter Lasers were ready incase the eneny attacked. The Trasports soon were near the Planet, then they started sending out the Dropships, Lapa-Kapa.

The Invasion of Ryloth had started.

Alzoc II:

The space battle continued, as the Hyperborian Ship was being blasted to bits. But It Continued to fight, Countering weapons fire with weapons fire. It was a fight to the death.

On The Ground, The Kimbora Walker that was attacking was soon destroyed by the enemy fire.

but The Artillery soon started blasting the enemy, Rockets fired against The Trenches in force. Laser Cannons boomed.

The enemy had to surender or die.

Outside The SW Galaxy

The Rest of the fleet was still massed, waiting for another part of the invasion to come.

150,000 years before The Hyperborians came to space, a Planet, ejected from another Universe, came to The Milky Way. an Alternete Earth, known as Altrth for short.

Still ruled by Dinosaurs, the Neptune Sized Planet with Four Moons (Luna, Mars, Ginga and Torbak) and a Ring System, was a living world, Smart and with it's Own Hyperdirve.

For 100,000 years, the peaceful Kaisans, Two Leged Ceratopsians, lived with peace, till a Invasion came. The Invaders, a extragalactic Saurian race known as The Ba'shan, Invaded and conquered the world with out a fight. For 50 years after it, the Ba'shan, being a race with a Feudal System, fought among them selves.........till The Hyoerborians Invaded.

Now The Planet Altrth was coming, also escapeing The Shivan Threat.

and It dropped out of Hyperspace now.

It was like Earth, but with a Ring System and Four Moons.

Now it was to come to the Galaxy as a New home.

The GDI escort was surprised by the dumping of the rare jewels but they accepted them gratefully and a thank you message was sent. It was obvious to the captain that they were no longer needed, and they were being given a quiet "You may leave" message. So it was, with eerie precision, the ships all vanished in bursts of life and vanished, heading for GDI territory. The Initiative thought this would be the end of that situation, satisfied they had helped a race escape the scourge of the Shivans. However, they would find out exactly what the Hyperborians really planned....

FEDBED Station 32-D

With help from the GFFA initially, the Dornalians in their upgrade package, and the period of isolation the Galactic Defense Initiative went into, they had completely finished the construction of the FEDBED. Now their borders were protected from surprise invasion, and they could also receive signals of distress from other GFFA nations. Such as the one being desperately sent by the planet of Ryloth. Paul gazed at the beeping console, and brought up the message. The donut he had been chewing on fell on the floor, as he spun out of his chair and ran to the commanders station.

"Sir! Sir! Incoming distress call from the Imperial Republic of Coreworlds!"

The commander glanced up as Paul stood there, face bright with excited anxiety. He held out a hand and grabbed the paper with the message on it:

"GFFA Military Command! This is Ryloth Planetary Defense Force! We have intruders in the area, 90% probability of a cloaked enemy force. Request all available forces to assist us! Repeat, we have a possible enemy incursion!"

His eyes narrowed, and then he nodded to Paul, who ran back to his station. Initiative protocol dictated they keep an eye on whats going on as best as possible, and to inform High Command on the situation. Picking up the phone, he began to place his call.....

******

James had been enjoying some R&R when he had been called down to Admiral Stevens office. The Admiral was the commander of the Fourth Fleet, which had its main staging area here at Io, and as he walked through the door and checked with the receptionist, he wondered why he was here. He knocked on the Admiral's door, and heard a grunt, signaling he come in. He walked in, and the grizzled Admiral looked up at him. He wore an eyepatch, a legacy of the Fourth Tiberium War, and had a black beard with shots of white in it, showing his old age. Waving for him to sit down, he began to speak. "Captain, do you recall that escort mission we sent you on?" James nodded, brow furrowed in memory.

"Yes sir. I was to escort a fleet of refugees, guarded by their military to their new homeworld that they wished to escape the Shivans to."

Stevens nodded. "That is good, Captain. Now, do you recall the coordinates of the place you left them and brought in that fuckton of jewels that sent Accounting into gigglefests?" James held down a smile at the mention of the jewels and replied.

"Yes sir, it was Alpha Beta-02457. Why?"

Stevens grabbed a pad and held it out to him. James activated it, read the message and its coordinates.

It was Alpha Beta-34973.

"As you can see, we got a call from the Coredians, asking for aid against an immense, cloaked fleet. Now, this was a massive fleet you escorted, and they were in the same area."

James nodded. "So, when they said they were going to go find a new homeworld.."

"...they meant they were going to conquer another one. Yes, you are correct Captain. And seeing as Ryloth is not the best of places for a homeworld, we can only assume this is an invasion. Command does not blame you, James. We were all tricked, since we were too busy worrying over the Shivan threat. I am sending you with a relief force to go help the Coredians fight off this attack. We will issue further orders once the situation is stabilized. Do you understand?"

James nodded. "Yes sir."

Stevens smiled. "Good. Gather your crew and have your ship at the edge of the system at 1400. We launch the effort from there."

"Yes sir."

****

The task force was a fleet of twenty ships, which left 12 ships left over to guard the system. Now, this may not seem a lot to many nations, but they made their ships to last, be very strong, and that their fleets equaled the fleets of other nations, if not be stronger than some of them. As they gathered, a timer ran down to zero and flares of energy gathered around them in a storm that quickly exploded into light and the fleet was sent on its way. They did not send a message to the planet, so as to keep the element of surprise on their side.

Then it happend. The Worldship decloaked, showing that it wasn't a Imperial Ship. Soon the other ships decloaked. They were just siting there. They were waiting.

The enemy fighters were in for a bad surprise. The Trasports were not unarmed. Anti-Starfighter Lasers were ready incase the eneny attacked. The Trasports soon were near the Planet, then they started sending out the Dropships, Lapa-Kapa.

The Invasion of Ryloth had started.
"Take out those drop ships and call a cruiser to deal with the transports!" Wing Commander Eriechek Vao ordered his starfighter forces.

As ordered, the Chir'daki (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Chir%27daki) starfighters split into pairs and began shooting up the dropships, while a Twi'lek strike cruiser entered the fray, blasting at the transports with powerful turbolasers and slicing beamlasers.

Meanwhile, the main forces were startled to see a vehicle the size of a Super Star Destroyer enter the fray. This was going to be a long fight, that's for sure.

"We are going to need the Coredians." Admiral Loni Secura grumbled, looking at the size of the Worldship. "All forces, concentrate all firepower on that beast! FEDBED, send all current data to the GFFA!"

Vast amounts of turbolasers and missiles were thrown at the enemy in the hopes that some would be able to get through and harm the worldship. Still, the Admiral knew that if the GFFA didn't come quickly, all was lost...

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Sparta. Headquarters of the Fifth Fleet

Admiral Jack Easton wasn't pleased with the recent news of a major enemy force bearing down upon Ryloth. No one, but no one attacks a GFFA world and gets away with it! Well, it didn't take long for the High Command to issue orders to his fleet:

Admiral Easton. You are ordered to move out and support GFFA actions at Ryloth against unknown enemy forces. Drive them from our space!

~Emperor Daniel Masaki.

Private Message: And please don't let me be deprived of my favorite chicks! *puppy eyes*

Easton smiled at the message behind the message. The boy loved his Twi'lek dancing girl porn, that's for sure. Well, so did many other men. He turned on the comms of the Deinochyus. "Attention. This is the Admiral. Let it be known that our Lord Masaki has ordered us to do battle against enemy forces over the planet Ryloth! Every soldier and sailor in the fleet shall do their duty in the service of our Twi'lek allies. May the Force be with us all. That will be all."

"Move out and engage hyperdrives." He then ordered.

One by one, the Deinochyus Battlegroup of the Fifth Fleet disappeared into the weird world of hyperspace. ETA: one hour.

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Alzoc II:

The space battle continued, as the Hyperborian Ship was being blasted to bits. But It Continued to fight, Countering weapons fire with weapons fire. It was a fight to the death.
The Imperial Cruiser, too was actually getting damaged, despite the reactor output pumping as much energy as possible into the shields and weapons. But although it was damaged, nothing vital was hurt at this point.

"Ma'am! The enemy appears to be mortally wounded! Heavy damage on their side!"

The Lady Commander grinned with a predatory smile, even amidst the rumblings of the Cruiser. "Very good. Target the enemy's reactors. Finish him!"

The final blows lashed out at the Hyperborean ship, striking its engine and reactor sections. It was only a matter of time before the enemy would go critical, she mused.

On The Ground, The Kimbora Walker that was attacking was soon destroyed by the enemy fire.

but The Artillery soon started blasting the enemy, Rockets fired against The Trenches in force. Laser Cannons boomed.

The enemy had to surender or die.
There would be no surrender from the Imperials. The garrison commander ordered his soldiers to fight to the death. For every centimeter of space, the enemy shall pay with their alien blood. And then, even then, there was a nice present waiting for them should they reach the commander himself...

"Take out those drop ships and call a cruiser to deal with the transports!" Wing Commander Eriechek Vao ordered his starfighter forces.

As ordered, the Chir'daki (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Chir%27daki) starfighters split into pairs and began shooting up the dropships, while a Twi'lek strike cruiser entered the fray, blasting at the transports with powerful turbolasers and slicing beamlasers.

Meanwhile, the main forces were startled to see a vehicle the size of a Super Star Destroyer enter the fray. This was going to be a long fight, that's for sure.

"We are going to need the Coredians." Admiral Loni Secura grumbled, looking at the size of the Worldship. "All forces, concentrate all firepower on that beast! FEDBED, send all current data to the GFFA!"

Vast amounts of turbolasers and missiles were thrown at the enemy in the hopes that some would be able to get through and harm the worldship. Still, the Admiral knew that if the GFFA didn't come quickly, all was lost...

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Sparta. Headquarters of the Fifth Fleet

Admiral Jack Easton wasn't pleased with the recent news of a major enemy force bearing down upon Ryloth. No one, but no one attacks a GFFA world and gets away with it! Well, it didn't take long for the High Command to issue orders to his fleet:

Admiral Easton. You are ordered to move out and support GFFA actions at Ryloth against unknown enemy forces. Drive them from our space!

~Emperor Daniel Masaki.

Private Message: And please don't let me be deprived of my favorite chicks! *puppy eyes*

Easton smiled at the message behind the message. The boy loved his Twi'lek dancing girl porn, that's for sure. Well, so did many other men. He turned on the comms of the Deinochyus. "Attention. This is the Admiral. Let it be known that our Lord Masaki has ordered us to do battle against enemy forces over the planet Ryloth! Every soldier and sailor in the fleet shall do their duty in the service of our Twi'lek allies. May the Force be with us all. That will be all."

"Move out and engage hyperdrives." He then ordered.

One by one, the Deinochyus Battlegroup of the Fifth Fleet disappeared into the weird world of hyperspace. ETA: one hour.

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The Imperial Cruiser, too was actually getting damaged, despite the reactor output pumping as much energy as possible into the shields and weapons. But although it was damaged, nothing vital was hurt at this point.

"Ma'am! The enemy appears to be mortally wounded! Heavy damage on their side!"

The Lady Commander grinned with a predatory smile, even amidst the rumblings of the Cruiser. "Very good. Target the enemy's reactors. Finish him!"

The final blows lashed out at the Hyperborean ship, striking its engine and reactor sections. It was only a matter of time before the enemy would go critical, she mused.


There would be no surrender from the Imperials. The garrison commander ordered his soldiers to fight to the death. For every centimeter of space, the enemy shall pay with their alien blood. And then, even then, there was a nice present waiting for them should they reach the commander himself...

Alzoc III

the Hyperborian Ship was soon blasted to bits. expolded from the inside and out. But if The Imperials thought they won, They were soon dead wrong. The Renforcements came, in The Form of a Worldship. The large Ship soon fired on the Imperial Ship. a Hyperborian worldship had more firepower then The Rimbak-tor and poweful shields.

The Large Ship fired on The enemy Ship with out let up.

On The ground, The Hyperborian Artillery fired against the Infantry of the enemy. The Warriors yelled their warcries as The Blaster rifies they had continued to fire on The enemy.

Hyperborian Calvary soon attacked The Stormtroopers that were fireing The Rockets. Swoop Bikes armed with Blasters charged in, fireing Bolts of light against The enemy.


Ryloth

The enemy fire against The Worldship was good. But against The shields of a Worldship, they would have to be more powerful. The Fleet soon opened fire. Missiles, Torpedoes and Long ranged Turbolasers fired against the enemy as The Naga-Nomads started Pooring out, Divideing into two attacking forces, one to take on the enemy Fleet, the other to attack the attacking fighter that were against the Trasports.

Speaking of The attackers, they were soon fired on bt the Trasports, Anti-Starfighter Laserfire blasted at the enemy. a few of The Dropships wer damaged, some destroyed. But they soon fired back.

The Dropships ranged in size, from small ships that carried 100 Troops to Large Ships, carrying Vehicles and more Troops.

They were soon landing on Ryloth near the only City on It Nightside of the Planet.

Nhur-Galladu waited, resting and meditating aboard The Serendipity as it drifted through T-Space. He liked the violet arcs or energy as they flashed through the dimensional space. While those energy fluctuations would have incinerated a small planet, the Ta’Nar strangely found it relaxing to watch them as they danced among the clouds outside the ship. Most sentient beings would be terrified by what those flashes meant but not the Ta’Nar Warlord. He actually found it relaxing.

“Sire, we have just received a message through the ESUS Battlenet from Octagia.”

Nhur-Galladu turned his awareness from the area outside the dreadnaught to what was happening before him. He immediately saw Grand Admiral Rdz’Quix sanding there waiting patiently for this Warlord to receive him.

“Approach Rdz’Quix. Tell me what we have been sent.”

The fleet commander rose off his feet and smoothly glided forward until he was close to his leader.

“It seems they were tracking a large fleet jumping from the Milky way into sector Alpha Beta-02457 of our galaxy. There is an Imperial Mining colony near those coordinates that cannot be reached, the planet Alzoc II. It recently went silent.”

“Send a Battlegroup there to investigate. Remain in contact with them and have reserves ready nearby. If the colony is under attack, we will serve the Empire by defending it.”

“Yes Sire, I will order one sent immediately.” Rdz’Quix turned and left the chamber.

Nhur-Galladu turned back to the display outside the ship. Troubled thoughts soon were calmed as he felt himself become one with the energy outside.


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Ten minutes later a wormhole opened and seventeen ebon ships exited. The Intruder Battle Group formed up ranks as the wormhole closed behind them. Two Infernal Frigates left the formation and faded away into dimensional space as it jumped the last few light years to the system. The two ships Emerged back into Real Space just outside a light minute from the mining colony. A single message was sent to the planet and the ships in orbit.

These is the Ta’Nar vessels The Wicked and The Exile. We have arrived under Imperial Rule and all hostilities are to stop immediately. The attacking vessels are to unconditionally surrender or you will be dealt with in the most expedient and painful manner. This is your only warning and option for surrender.

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Alzoc III

the Hyperborian Ship was soon blasted to bits. expolded from the inside and out. But if The Imperials thought they won, They were soon dead wrong. The Renforcements came, in The Form of a Worldship. The large Ship soon fired on the Imperial Ship. a Hyperborian worldship had more firepower then The Rimbak-tor and poweful shields.

The Large Ship fired on The enemy Ship with out let up.
"Enemy ship destroyed!"

"Very good. Now, we shall retake possession of our mining colony." The Imperial Commander smiled thinly. "Prepare the stormtrooper batallion for deployment!"

But before she could capitalize on her victory, a giant ship appeared out of hyperspace, firing all weapons at her ship.

"What?!" She exclaimed as her ship shuddered violently under the onslaught. "A trap? Get us out of here!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Fighting when it could, the Imperial Cruiser decided that now was the time to make good its escape. It did notice the Balroggan craft and contacted the ships for immediate assistance.

On The ground, The Hyperborian Artillery fired against the Infantry of the enemy. The Warriors yelled their warcries as The Blaster rifies they had continued to fire on The enemy.

Hyperborian Calvary soon attacked The Stormtroopers that were fireing The Rockets. Swoop Bikes armed with Blasters charged in, fireing Bolts of light against The enemy.
The stormtroopers fought valiantly, but it was not enough. Their defensive lines were breached by the enemy and it was only a matter of time before they entered the base itself...

Ryloth

The enemy fire against The Worldship was good. But against The shields of a Worldship, they would have to be more powerful. The Fleet soon opened fire. Missiles, Torpedoes and Long ranged Turbolasers fired against the enemy as The Naga-Nomads started Pooring out, Divideing into two attacking forces, one to take on the enemy Fleet, the other to attack the attacking fighter that were against the Trasports.

Speaking of The attackers, they were soon fired on bt the Trasports, Anti-Starfighter Laserfire blasted at the enemy. a few of The Dropships wer damaged, some destroyed. But they soon fired back.

The Dropships ranged in size, from small ships that carried 100 Troops to Large Ships, carrying Vehicles and more Troops.

They were soon landing on Ryloth near the only City on It Nightside of the Planet.
Admiral Secura fought hard, barking orders with bared teeth, but he knew that it was a losing prospect, with enemy forces already on the planet. His starfighter forces concentrated on the dropships and transports, but between them and the incoming fighters, it didn't look good. Neither did it look good on the capital ship front. Already, several ships were destroyed, and even concentrating on the worldship was a dicey prospect with the enemy's fleet protecting it. It looked like he would have to retreat or be destroyed...and then...

"Admiral! Massive hyperspace reversion!" Sensors reported.

"Oh, no..." Believing it was another enemy fleet, or worse, an Imperial fleet, the Admiral prepared for the worst.

"I'm getting IFF configurations! They're...they're the Coredian Fifth Fleet!" The sensor operator looked like he wanted to faint from elation.

"By the Burning Sands..." Admiral Secura breathed a sigh of relief. "Tell Admiral Easton to get rid of those enemies!"

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Ship after ship hyperspaced right on top of the enemy force and immediately began engaging the enemy, immediately showing the enemy that the Coredians had sacrificed numerical superiority for extreme quality. Each Defender-class Star Destroyer was capable of dueling two ordinary Star Destroyers at once and the frigates and corvettes bristled with weapons specially designed to take out enemy starfighters, and they were quick to boot, matching A-wings in some cases.

That's not all, for the Defender Star Destroyers were just the workhorses. There were Star Cruisers, tricked out with dozens of missile tubes that spammed tons of missiles at the enemy. There were a few Artillery Star Destroyers, who charged up their main cannons and let loose with powerful blue blasts that were almost like superlasers. And there was the flagship and its Immortal Star Destroyer escorts.

The Elite-class Star Destroyer was the Rebel Alliance's answer to the Super Star Destroyer and similar behemoths. It was a massive three kilometers long and was literally packed with the most powerful weapons Vector Industries could buy. It barked turbolasers that could snap corvettes in half. It slashed beamlasers that carved deep wounds and could cut up an Acclamator like Thanksgiving Turkey. It roared slugs that could punch holes clean through a Star Destroyer. It even shot missiles that made the Star Cruisers' missiles look like firecrackers. And its most powerful weapons, the twin Yamato Cannons, could cripple even an SSD's shields.

On the defensive side, the Elite Star Destroyer boasted several layers of shields. The first layer absorbed incoming energy into specially made capacitors for use in either powering up the Yamatos or keeping the defenses in tip-top shape. The next set was actually a series of shield layers known as the MLSS system, designed as a three-layer shield system for that extra defensive power. The final layer were standard shields. You can thank the Huntarian Alliance for the MLSS system!

The two Immortal Star Destroyer escorts were 300 meters smaller, but no less dangerous. They had most of the armaments of the Elite, but with one difference: they had a weapon known as the PPC cannon. Boasting the best combinations of turbolaser and ion cannons, they can disable enemy shields and systems while at the same time they caused damage.

All in all, those three ships were a task force designed with one task in mind: destroying enemy flagships and super ships. And what's worse, this thirty-ship strong battlefleet was only a third of the entire Fifth Fleet! If need be, the Admiral could call in the reserves, but he didn't think he'd need it, not when the Rebellion committed quality forces into this theater.

"All forces, protect the survivors and surround the enemy! Deinochyus task force wil concentrate all firepower on the enemy flagship! Fire at will!" Admiral Easton ordered.

And thus did the Coredian Fifth Fleet layeth the smackdown upon the enemy...

“Sir, no reply from the attackers. They continue to fire upon the Imperial defenders. I have reports of weapons fire from the surface.”

“How is the Cruiser doing?”

“She is taking heavy fire. They are contacting us. They request assistance.”

“Order The Exile into blocking position and take The Wicked in on attack formation. Send back a reply to the Imperial Cruiser. Tell them to expect assistance. Plot attack coordinates against that ship.”

“Message sent, Coordinates plotted. Ready to attack.”

Attention Imperial Cruiser. The Exile will assist you, expect help momentarily.

Without a flash or any other special effects The Exile was just there, the ship jumped from its position to one where it was between the alien attacker and the imperial cruiser. The dimensional shields fared an angry violet as it took the brunt of the attacks. The shields worked by reducing the damage of incoming attacks, shunting the excess energy across the dimensional barriers to be bled off harmlessly elsewhere. The remainder, for there was always something that made it through, was blocked by the Reactive Armor. The ship produced layers of armor to absorb any kinetic damage that filtered through. The black Thur’Tahg absorbed the energy that made it to the hull and used it to repair and regenerate any damage that managed to work its way through the thickening layers of armor. The ship was effectively blocking a majority of the fire directed at the cruiser as a small cloud of fragmented armor began to gather around the frigate.

Attention alien invader. You have fired upon Imperial Vessels without provocation. You have landed an invasion force upon Imperial soil. You have refused to answer the one and only chance at surrender therefore you shall now die. By attacking Imperial territory, you have declared war against the Fallen Empire as well as the Galactic Empire. You will be advised to begin your appeals to your deities now for you shall soon be their guests.

The Wicked seemed to flicker as it began to jump around the massive vessel, firing its volley of Grav Torps. Eighteen singularities flew at the massive vessel form each position the ship seemingly randomly appeared in, making it hard to get target locks on the flickering vessel as it appeared in front, then along side, then behind, then above, then…

As the Grav Torps were launched, they targeted the absolute center of the mass signature of the ship. Violet spheres of light formed in front of the Torps after they were launched and they began to close on their target. The violet sphere collapsed into an angry black maw of a singularity, pulling the torpedo along behind it, shielding it from attacks directed at it from ahead by simply drawing enemy fire into the bottomless ever hungry maw. As eighteen of these monstrosities fell into the ship for each volley, they would easily crush any object they encountered. They would drain shield energy of any shield they touched for you could never fill a black hole, it would only grow from feeding it more matter or energy. Matter cannot resist the crushing forces of a singularity.

As they fell, the sensors of the alien ship would detect the masses of each torpedo as that of a small star. With each volley, there would be eighteen more messing up the sensor readings, obliterating any attempts to get any kind of information from beyond them, effectively blinding the sensors by simply absorbing the energy emissions sent out by the ship thereby not allowing the return of information to be detected and compiled by the enemy vessel. Each singularity would blind the vessel a little more.

The Exile shook with the impacts it suffered but she only took minor damage which was being regenerated thanks to the donation of healing energies from the enemy.

“Fire Grav Torps at them. Aim for the weapons blisters and take out the largest as the primary targets.”

“Yes Sir, Acquiring targets. Firing.”

Eighteen Torps flashed out from the launch tubes and activated, turning to their targets and forming their own singularities and closed with the alien vessel. The crew of The Exile prepared another volley.

“Sir, no reply from the attackers. They continue to fire upon the Imperial defenders. I have reports of weapons fire from the surface.”

“How is the Cruiser doing?”

“She is taking heavy fire. They are contacting us. They request assistance.”

“Order The Exile into blocking position and take The Wicked in on attack formation. Send back a reply to the Imperial Cruiser. Tell them to expect assistance. Plot attack coordinates against that ship.”

“Message sent, Coordinates plotted. Ready to attack.”



Without a flash or any other special effects The Exile was just there, the ship jumped from its position to one where it was between the alien attacker and the imperial cruiser. The dimensional shields fared an angry violet as it took the brunt of the attacks. The shields worked by reducing the damage of incoming attacks, shunting the excess energy across the dimensional barriers to be bled off harmlessly elsewhere. The remainder, for there was always something that made it through, was blocked by the Reactive Armor. The ship produced layers of armor to absorb any kinetic damage that filtered through. The black Thur’Tahg absorbed the energy that made it to the hull and used it to repair and regenerate any damage that managed to work its way through the thickening layers of armor. The ship was effectively blocking a majority of the fire directed at the cruiser as a small cloud of fragmented armor began to gather around the frigate.



The Wicked seemed to flicker as it began to jump around the massive vessel, firing its volley of Grav Torps. Eighteen singularities flew at the massive vessel form each position the ship seemingly randomly appeared in, making it hard to get target locks on the flickering vessel as it appeared in front, then along side, then behind, then above, then…

As the Grav Torps were launched, they targeted the absolute center of the mass signature of the ship. Violet spheres of light formed in front of the Torps after they were launched and they began to close on their target. The violet sphere collapsed into an angry black maw of a singularity, pulling the torpedo along behind it, shielding it from attacks directed at it from ahead by simply drawing enemy fire into the bottomless ever hungry maw. As eighteen of these monstrosities fell into the ship for each volley, they would easily crush any object they encountered. They would drain shield energy of any shield they touched for you could never fill a black hole, it would only grow from feeding it more matter or energy. Matter cannot resist the crushing forces of a singularity.

As they fell, the sensors of the alien ship would detect the masses of each torpedo as that of a small star. With each volley, there would be eighteen more messing up the sensor readings, obliterating any attempts to get any kind of information from beyond them, effectively blinding the sensors by simply absorbing the energy emissions sent out by the ship thereby not allowing the return of information to be detected and compiled by the enemy vessel. Each singularity would blind the vessel a little more.

The Exile shook with the impacts it suffered but she only took minor damage which was being regenerated thanks to the donation of healing energies from the enemy.

“Fire Grav Torps at them. Aim for the weapons blisters and take out the largest as the primary targets.”

“Yes Sir, Acquiring targets. Firing.”

Eighteen Torps flashed out from the launch tubes and activated, turning to their targets and forming their own singularities and closed with the alien vessel. The crew of The Exile prepared another volley.


The Worldship was damaged. almost Destroyed. But the enemy was in for two surprises.

One was over 5,000 Fighters pooring out, They were massed and heading for the Exile, These were plioted by Brains of fighter aces who died. they had only one thing on their minds......Ram into The enemy Ship.

and these fighters had a good name: Naga-Kamakaze

The Fighters were loaded with Bombs that weer powerfuk enough to blast though Armor. They were fast and hard to hit.

The Second Surprise was that two more Worldships had appeared, dropping out with Hyperspace, then more ships came, more by the second.

The Main Fleet, the Whole Hyperborian Race, was now entering The galaxy.

The Two new Ships soon attacked, sending out thousands of Naga-Majors and Naga-Nomads, and fireing their weapons on the two other enemy ships.

The Main Invasion Force was now entering The Alzoc System.

Over Ryloth.

The Hyperborian Fleet soon turned to the new enemy Fleet heading for it with wepons fireing. The Worldship shields held, but this fire was soon to over load the sheidling. The Fleet soon targeted The Larger enemy Ship, Torpedoes and Missiles Screamed towreds The enemy Capital Ship as Ion Cannon Fire blasted against the enemy ship.

On Ryloth.

The Dropships landed and soon showed how good the Army was Armed.

The Larger Dropships had Flying Objects coming out of them. The Hyperborian Version of Gunships and Airspeeders. The Dragonfly like Nima-tani Gunship, The Condor-shaped Andes-Maximus Gunshi[ and the hawk-shaped Hunt-Pack Air Attack Fighter.

The Landing Craft carried a Wide group of Ground Vehicles. 12 Large Kimbora Walkers were soon walking. This was known as Sand Force, under The Command of General Zakuro her self. "All troops prepare for battle." She said over their CommUnits.

60 Rhino Beetle Tank Walkers lumbered out, about The side of a Sherman Tank on Earth, The thing was one of The many Armored Vehicles marching over the landscape of Ryloth's Dark Side. One Tank, The Treaded Stag Beetle Tank drove over rocks, crushing them. Armored Repuslorlift Troop Trasports, escoured by Manta Tanks carried troops for the attack.

Unlike The Force on Alzoc III, this Army had tons of Blasters, along with their Melee Weapons. Artillery was dragged by Teams of Hatariphants, large Elephant like Beasts large then a Mammoth.

The Force was heading for The only City on Ryloth's Darkside.

The captain of The Exile was in communication with the ship behind them. His mind was linked to the computer and he was speaking to the captain of the imperial cruiser. He closed the heavily coded signal down and contacted The Wicked using an open channel.

This is The Exile to The Wicked. The cruiser is too damaged to continue. There are too many for us to fight here. Return to the cruiser so we can piggyback them out of here.

This is The Wicked, what are you planning?

I’ll send the details over in a moment.

I received it and I approve. Prepare for our arrival.



The Wicked continued to bounce around making strategic jumps around both of the world ships launching full volleys of Grav Torps. When there was enough for the distraction he needed, the ship winked into place along the back of the cruiser. While The Wicked was distracting the invaders, The Exile had taken position at the front of the cruiser.

Once both ships were in place, a violet bubble expanded and merged together into a huge single one holding all three ships. Once the drive bubble was established and stabilized, the bubble and the three ships faded away.

-----

In the system, all the grav torps continued to target the mass signatures of the worldships and make passes through them, devouring paths through them like a maggot through a rotten corpse. After about half an hour, the reactors powering the energy singularity would implode and disappear in a large bright explosions.

All the mass devoured by the singularities and converted to energy would then be released in massive energetic explosions of hard radiation. Hopefully there was nobody too close...

Over Ryloth.

The Hyperborian Fleet soon turned to the new enemy Fleet heading for it with wepons fireing. The Worldship shields held, but this fire was soon to over load the sheidling. The Fleet soon targeted The Larger enemy Ship, Torpedoes and Missiles Screamed towreds The enemy Capital Ship as Ion Cannon Fire blasted against the enemy ship.
"The enemy appears to be concentrating on us." Fire Control told the Admiral.

"Indeed? Well, let's just see about that. How are the Yamato Cannons?"

"The Ion cannon energy have been absorbed by the molecular shielding, sir! We're ready to charge 'em up! Targeting solution?"

"Lock onto that giant SSD-sized ship. Fire on my command!" Admiral Easton ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Immediately, the Admiral and his crew could feel a strange humming as the fire absorbed by the ion cannons was converted into energy for the Yamato Cannons. The Elite Star Destroyer adjusted its position slightly to get a better shot at the Worldship.

"FIRE!" The Admiral ordered.

The cannons appeared to be absorbing yellow-orange energy as it built up a massive charge. So much energy was being absorbed that the lights inside the Star Destroyer dimmed and then...all that energy was unleashed. A massive blast of orange energy was unleashed. The energy was so intense that it actually warped space around it, producing strange rings at various intervals that spread outwards. And it sped straight for the Worldship...

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet moved into position and surrounded the enemy fleet, dividing each enemy force piecemeal and sundering them with terrible crossfires that few could escape. With this tactic, even though there were only thirty ships, it appeared that the enemy was facing at least double that number. Such is the talent of the Coredian Navy...

On Ryloth.

The Dropships landed and soon showed how good the Army was Armed.

The Larger Dropships had Flying Objects coming out of them. The Hyperborian Version of Gunships and Airspeeders. The Dragonfly like Nima-tani Gunship, The Condor-shaped Andes-Maximus Gunshi[ and the hawk-shaped Hunt-Pack Air Attack Fighter.

The Landing Craft carried a Wide group of Ground Vehicles. 12 Large Kimbora Walkers were soon walking. This was known as Sand Force, under The Command of General Zakuro her self. "All troops prepare for battle." She said over their CommUnits.

60 Rhino Beetle Tank Walkers lumbered out, about The side of a Sherman Tank on Earth, The thing was one of The many Armored Vehicles marching over the landscape of Ryloth's Dark Side. One Tank, The Treaded Stag Beetle Tank drove over rocks, crushing them. Armored Repuslorlift Troop Trasports, escoured by Manta Tanks carried troops for the attack.

Unlike The Force on Alzoc III, this Army had tons of Blasters, along with their Melee Weapons. Artillery was dragged by Teams of Hatariphants, large Elephant like Beasts large then a Mammoth.

The Force was heading for The only City on Ryloth's Darkside.
A Coredian Defender Star Destroyer moved closer to Ryloth and decided to contact the planetary defenses when the captain noted the invaders heading down to the planet. "Ryloth Planetary Defense, this is the Kit Fisto. It appears that you have enemy forces approaching your city. Request permission to execute orbitial bombardment."

"*crackle* Permission granted, Fisto. Our shields are strong enough to handle it."

"Thank you!" The Captain grinned. "Rig ship for orbitial bombardment! Fire at will!"

To the invaders' possible horror, a cocktail of turbolasers and concussion missiles rained down upon the Hyperborean ground forces, melting whatever they touched and creating massive nuclear-style mushroom clouds whereever the concussion missiles struck. It was a devastating testament to Coredian firepower and Ryloth was one of the best places to execute it. To defend against the enemy starfighters while the Star Destroyer bombarded the planet, the Kit Fisto's escort frigates prepared to shoot at anything that was not friendly...

The captain of The Exile was in communication with the ship behind them. His mind was linked to the computer and he was speaking to the captain of the imperial cruiser. He closed the heavily coded signal down and contacted The Wicked using an open channel.





The Wicked continued to bounce around making strategic jumps around both of the world ships launching full volleys of Grav Torps. When there was enough for the distraction he needed, the ship winked into place along the back of the cruiser. While The Wicked was distracting the invaders, The Exile had taken position at the front of the cruiser.

Once both ships were in place, a violet bubble expanded and merged together into a huge single one holding all three ships. Once the drive bubble was established and stabilized, the bubble and the three ships faded away.

-----

In the system, all the grav torps continued to target the mass signatures of the worldships and make passes through them, devouring paths through them like a maggot through a rotten corpse. After about half an hour, the reactors powering the energy singularity would implode and disappear in a large bright explosions.

All the mass devoured by the singularities and converted to energy would then be released in massive energetic explosions of hard radiation. Hopefully there was nobody too close...

The enemy Torps were soon to meet a defense against them. This was why The Hyperborians had let the enemy Ships go, They were useing Thier own GravWell Projectors to create a Target that no Torpedoes could escape from, a Black Hole Shield. The Torpedoes went in, none came out The other side, well, a Few did.

But They soon faced a Living Planet, Altrth dropped out of Hyperspace and then showed it's own Defense. The Magnetic Field around the Planet soon started glowing. as the Torpedoes passed though it, They stopped, dead in space. This was The Planet's own Defense, a EMP Shield.

a Few of The Ships were damaged.

now The Hyperborians were in The Galaxy;

and no one was going to force them out.

"The enemy appears to be concentrating on us." Fire Control told the Admiral.

"Indeed? Well, let's just see about that. How are the Yamato Cannons?"

"The Ion cannon energy have been absorbed by the molecular shielding, sir! We're ready to charge 'em up! Targeting solution?"

"Lock onto that giant SSD-sized ship. Fire on my command!" Admiral Easton ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Immediately, the Admiral and his crew could feel a strange humming as the fire absorbed by the ion cannons was converted into energy for the Yamato Cannons. The Elite Star Destroyer adjusted its position slightly to get a better shot at the Worldship.

"FIRE!" The Admiral ordered.

The cannons appeared to be absorbing yellow-orange energy as it built up a massive charge. So much energy was being absorbed that the lights inside the Star Destroyer dimmed and then...all that energy was unleashed. A massive blast of orange energy was unleashed. The energy was so intense that it actually warped space around it, producing strange rings at various intervals that spread outwards. And it sped straight for the Worldship...

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet moved into position and surrounded the enemy fleet, dividing each enemy force piecemeal and sundering them with terrible crossfires that few could escape. With this tactic, even though there were only thirty ships, it appeared that the enemy was facing at least double that number. Such is the talent of the Coredian Navy...


A Coredian Defender Star Destroyer moved closer to Ryloth and decided to contact the planetary defenses when the captain noted the invaders heading down to the planet. "Ryloth Planetary Defense, this is the Kit Fisto. It appears that you have enemy forces approaching your city. Request permission to execute orbitial bombardment."

"*crackle* Permission granted, Fisto. Our shields are strong enough to handle it."

"Thank you!" The Captain grinned. "Rig ship for orbitial bombardment! Fire at will!"

To the invaders' possible horror, a cocktail of turbolasers and concussion missiles rained down upon the Hyperborean ground forces, melting whatever they touched and creating massive nuclear-style mushroom clouds whereever the concussion missiles struck. It was a devastating testament to Coredian firepower and Ryloth was one of the best places to execute it. To defend against the enemy starfighters while the Star Destroyer bombarded the planet, the Kit Fisto's escort frigates prepared to shoot at anything that was not friendly...

The Ground Forces ran in Almost Near Terror as they were attacked by The enemy Ships. The Hyperborians ran every way they could, with over 15,000 Dead. Sand Force was walking while the Bombardment was still on. one Walker got a Diect hit from a Turbolaser blast and It soon show one thing........These Had starship style Shields.

Zakuro had modified these Kimbora Walkers with shielding that was for a cruiser. Speeking of cruiser, one Cruiser Analog and Three Frigate Analogs were soon sent to destroy the enemy Ships on The darkside. Makeing a Microjump. the Cruiser soon attacked The enemy Ship while the Frigates, which looked like a Saucer with Delta wings, attacked The enemy frigates.

The cruiser was larger then the Star Destroyer, not as large as a Worldship. The Cruiser looked like a Japanese Battleship, with Large Bat-like wings, two on each sides. The Cruiser attacked wth Turbolaser and Torpedo fire. The Naga-Nomads turn to engage the new enemy fighters.

The Shields of The Worldship held against The blast, but this over loaded the Shields and The enemy Blast came though, and engulfed the ship in a Large blast. when it ended......The ship was still there. It had been Damaged, Big Time, a Large Gash on the side. The Worldship soon moved, heading for the enemy Ship, Tentacles opening up to Grab the ship.

This was what was happening on Ryloth.

In T-Space, the three ships were held safely within the combined drive bubbles of the two Infernal Frigates. The violet energy filaments arched from cloud to cloud, even grounding out against the combined drive bubble protecting the ships within. If they failed, there would be nothing left of any of the ships, the filaments were strong enough to disintegrate entire planets if they were unprotected.

The two frigates attached themselves to the Cruiser and docking hatches were formed and opened. The two captains were going to meet with the crew of the Cruiser to discuss the events at the Alzoc system in a few minutes.

“Captain, the frigates are locked to the hull of the Imperial Cruiser. We are stable.”

“Good, keep the drives operating at peak efficiency on both frigates. If they fail, the energy filaments will disintegrate the cruiser.”

“Yes Sir. Passing the order onto The Exile.”

“Shipmind, have you finished compiling the data from sensors on the invader’s fleet?”

Yes Captain.

“What have you found out about their strength and numbers? What ship types do they have and what are their power levels compared to. I want a complete rundown of their assets.”




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Could you please post what my sensors would have detected upto the point we had left?

The Fleet was damaged. 23 Ships, 10 of those world ships were nothing but pieces and the rest was Damages. Altrth survived the attack.

and More Ships were entering The System. Among them were Colony Ships, far larger then worldships; over 260 Kilometers in size. Shaped like Squid, These Monsters had 60 Turbolasers for Protection against Pirates.

Over 8,000 Warships with far more Civilian Ships from Large Colony Ships to Factory Ships and Mobile Shipyards.

and more were entering.

As the battle over Ryloth intensified, with the Coredian reinforcements throwing themselves into battle against the Hyperborean invaders, a large disturbance in space-time would set off the sensors of both. If they turned their sensors to focus on this disturbance, they would see over twenty hazy outlines of ships that had appeared in the system, rather close to the battle. This strange sight would continue for several seconds until, with a flash, they become substantial and their mass signatures would now register on the sensors. To both sides, the familiar sign of a brownish-gold eagle in a circle with a dark green background would jar some reactions. Trepidation and anger from the Hyperboreans, happiness and relief from the Coredians. The GDI Fourth Fleet task force had arrived, under the command of Commander Tobias Schiller.

The aforementioned man stood on the bridge of the Panther-class Battlecruiser, the Pantera, the flagship of the taskforce. He watched as the data coming in from the sensors was organized by the EVA A.I., and processed into cohesive tactical data onto tactical holoscreen. He was looking at a large, but very damaged, ship with a supporting fleet. There was a lot of enemy and allied fighters roaming about, a lot of fire being exchanged, and a sizable ground invasion going on. Although the Coredians had hurt the ground invasion, if the radiation readings coming from the surface meant anything, they would need to be dealt with. However, the enemy fleet had to be driven off, so they could secure orbital superiority. Turning, he looked at his bridge crew.

"Fleet status?"

"Green, sir. They have all transitioned perfectly and are awaiting orders. All shields and weapons have powered up, point defenses are ready, and the Kinetic Deployment System is humming like a kitten. Just say the word, Commander."

Tobias looked out at the battle, which they were about to plunge into very soon. He grabbed his datapad and begin to type in something, and he spoke as he did so. "Have all ships prepare themselves for battle, and get ready to engage the enemy. I will be sending engagement orders soon, and I want them to be ready. Also, send a message to the Coredians, just a sort of morale boosting thing, and to the Hyperboreans. They need to know how angry we are."

The commands were sent and quickly followed up, and two messages were sent out.

Coredian:

"Greetings to our Coredian allies, sorry for the wait, but we have come with the aid you requested. We will be helping you to drive these scum away from your planet."

Hyperborean:

"We will issue this warning only once. You do not make fools of the GDI; we helped you in thinking you would peacefully find a new homeworld, not start an invasion. We are not pleased, and we will be enacting the proper punishment, that being our opposition to your attempted invasion on this planet. Turn back now, or we will reduce your fleet to nothing but scrap."

The Ground Forces ran in Almost Near Terror as they were attacked by The enemy Ships. The Hyperborians ran every way they could, with over 15,000 Dead. Sand Force was walking while the Bombardment was still on. one Walker got a Diect hit from a Turbolaser blast and It soon show one thing........These Had starship style Shields.

Zakuro had modified these Kimbora Walkers with shielding that was for a cruiser. Speeking of cruiser, one Cruiser Analog and Three Frigate Analogs were soon sent to destroy the enemy Ships on The darkside. Makeing a Microjump. the Cruiser soon attacked The enemy Ship while the Frigates, which looked like a Saucer with Delta wings, attacked The enemy frigates.

The cruiser was larger then the Star Destroyer, not as large as a Worldship. The Cruiser looked like a Japanese Battleship, with Large Bat-like wings, two on each sides. The Cruiser attacked wth Turbolaser and Torpedo fire. The Naga-Nomads turn to engage the new enemy fighters.
"Sir, we've damaged many of their ground forces, but their walkers appear to have ship-grade shields." The Coredian AI, Chief, reported. "Not to mention four of their ships have begun to engage us."

"I can see that, Chief. Fire Control! Ready the Shattermissiles! Fire them at the cruiser on my mark! But leave a reserve for the ground forces! Target the frigates with beamlasers and cut them up!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Shoot!"

Out of many missiles tubes on the Defender Star Destroyer, glowing yellow missiles roared out in a swarm, eager to smash through the shields of the enemy like it was paper and burrow into hull. Once the lead ones burrowed, they detonated with enough power to leave gaping holes in the ship. Those that followed in the holes would then began seeking the largest energy source of the ship: most likely the reactor core.

Meanwhile, the frigates got a taste of what lightsabers feel like when beamlasers ripped through space at them, carving through shield and hull alike...

The Shields of The Worldship held against The blast, but this over loaded the Shields and The enemy Blast came though, and engulfed the ship in a Large blast. when it ended......The ship was still there. It had been Damaged, Big Time, a Large Gash on the side. The Worldship soon moved, heading for the enemy Ship, Tentacles opening up to Grab the ship.

This was what was happening on Ryloth.
"Chief, what the hell are those things?" Admiral Easton asked rhetorically.

"They appear to be tentacles of some kind, sir. Shall I cut them off with the beamlasers?" The bespectacled AI asked.

"Please do. Fire ship-killer missiles into that gap we made, as well." Admiral Easton ordered casually as a serving droid gave him a cup of tea. "Ah, thank you, Gerlon."

"Will do!"

Beamlasers twice as thick as the ones on the Defenders carved at the tentacles, then powerful ship-killing missiles were fired into the gap and detonated...

"Admiral, the GDI have arrived and are hailing us!"

"Onscreen."

"Greetings to our Coredian allies, sorry for the wait, but we have come with the aid you requested. We will be helping you to drive these scum away from your planet."

"I see. Reply."

"Thank you, but Ryloth is not really our planet. We just have a defense and trade agreement with the Twi'lek Head Clans. But I disgress. Do you know anything about these beings?"

"Sir, we've damaged many of their ground forces, but their walkers appear to have ship-grade shields." The Coredian AI, Chief, reported. "Not to mention four of their ships have begun to engage us."

"I can see that, Chief. Fire Control! Ready the Shattermissiles! Fire them at the cruiser on my mark! But leave a reserve for the ground forces! Target the frigates with beamlasers and cut them up!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Shoot!"

Out of many missiles tubes on the Defender Star Destroyer, glowing yellow missiles roared out in a swarm, eager to smash through the shields of the enemy like it was paper and burrow into hull. Once the lead ones burrowed, they detonated with enough power to leave gaping holes in the ship. Those that followed in the holes would then began seeking the largest energy source of the ship: most likely the reactor core.

Meanwhile, the frigates got a taste of what lightsabers feel like when beamlasers ripped through space at them, carving through shield and hull alike...


"Chief, what the hell are those things?" Admiral Easton asked rhetorically.

"They appear to be tentacles of some kind, sir. Shall I cut them off with the beamlasers?" The bespectacled AI asked.

"Please do. Fire ship-killer missiles into that gap we made, as well." Admiral Easton ordered casually as a serving droid gave him a cup of tea. "Ah, thank you, Gerlon."

"Will do!"

Beamlasers twice as thick as the ones on the Defenders carved at the tentacles, then powerful ship-killing missiles were fired into the gap and detonated...


The Missiles soon had one problem. The Cruiser fired anti-Missile Flak, Large Shells the size of Airspeeders were fired. The shells blew up near The shields and a Pink Cloud formed around The Ship. the Blocked enemy Sensors and was the main defense against Missiles. It was made up of Nano-droids that swarmed around the enemy Missiles and started ripping them to bits.

those that got though soon found that They couldn't drill Deep into the hall. It was made of a Diamond-Boron-Titanium alloy. The Missiles that hit were also soon started being covered in a red sap like jell that was in fact a living thing, which was eatting The Missiles that it surrounded.

unlike The Rimbak-Tor, The Cruiser had it's Engines More Inside. In the very Middle. so getting to it would be hard.

The Cruiser soon turned it's Big guns on the enemy Ship. This Large Weapons were not Turbolasers, nor any laser weapon that was known in the Galaxy.

They soon fired, shooting Blue Comet like things at The Ships, one after the other, like a Machine Gun or Repeating Blaster.

They were Plasma Cannons.

The Cruiser soon started heading down, Fireing all its weapons as It headed to target below the enemy ship.

The Frigates had been Damaged.

The Worldship was soon in flames as The Tentacles were destroyed. The Nautilus shaped ships soon floted, dead in space, blowing to pieces.

But The enemy flagship soon found it wasn't over. four Cruisers surounded the Large enemy ship. Two on each side, one above it and one Below it. Fireing all weapons on it.

The Hyperborians soon called for renforcements.

The Missiles soon had one problem. The Cruiser fired anti-Missile Flak, Large Shells the size of Airspeeders were fired. The shells blew up near The shields and a Pink Cloud formed around The Ship. the Blocked enemy Sensors and was the main defense against Missiles. It was made up of Nano-droids that swarmed around the enemy Missiles and started ripping them to bits.
Unfortunately for the enemy there was a reason that the missiles were known as Quantum Shattermissiles as the captain noticed that the regular mode wasn't working very well.

"Sir! That pink cloud they're using are disrupting the targeting sensors!"

"Then switch to visual sensors! We aren't Coredians if we cannot defeat our enemies when minor setbacks get in the way!"

"Ah, yes sir! Switching, now!"

If only the Hyperboreans weren't so foolish as to think the Kit Fisto would be crippled by lovely pink clouds. Shipboard telescopes and cameras still work, after all. That allowed the missiles to bypass the pink cloud and hit the enemy ship and the nano-droids didn't work very well because of the fact that the missiles were moving very fast and by the time the microscopic nuisances could chew through the missiles, they would have long since hit the enemy ship.

There was a reason nanotechnology does not make a very effective weapon in a space battle, after all. You see, nano-droids are very, very small and they would take time to burrow through even the relatively thin skin of the missiles to get to the vital points. To the droids, it would be like burrowing through a blast door.

those that got though soon found that They couldn't drill Deep into the hall. It was made of a Diamond-Boron-Titanium alloy. The Missiles that hit were also soon started being covered in a red sap like jell that was in fact a living thing, which was eatting The Missiles that it surrounded.
"Captain! The missiles that have gone through are being stopped by some kind of tough hull!"

"Really? Well, send out a second volley! Activate Mark II mode!" He ordered. "It's time to show off what the Quantum in the missiles' name means!"

Recently, Rina Masaki, the inventor of the Shattermissiles, have given the fleet an upgrade to the missiles, known as the Mark II mode. If for some reason enemy defenses was too tough for the regular mode, then a ship's captain could activate a second mode to attack with. This made the glow of the shattermissiles brighter, but that was not all. The glow was actually a mechanism that boosted the ability of the shattermissiles to burrow into enemy defenses by way of submolecular annihilation.

In other words, whenever the glow touched matter, matter literally disintegrates into its elementary particles. Therefore, when the second volley roared out to face the enemy, what nanomachines that dared to touch the missiles were swiftly vaporized into component particles and even the enemy's hull was now likely to be compromised as carbon, boron and titanium atoms disintegrated in the face of the Mark II mode. And now they began attacking the engines and reactor, detonating with glory and fire...


unlike The Rimbak-Tor, The Cruiser had it's Engines More Inside. In the very Middle. so getting to it would be hard.

The Cruiser soon turned it's Big guns on the enemy Ship. This Large Weapons were not Turbolasers, nor any laser weapon that was known in the Galaxy.

They soon fired, shooting Blue Comet like things at The Ships, one after the other, like a Machine Gun or Repeating Blaster.

They were Plasma Cannons.

The Cruiser soon started heading down, Fireing all its weapons as It headed to target below the enemy ship.

The Frigates had been Damaged.
"Plasma cannons? They're using plasma cannons?" The Captain raised an eyebrow. Indeed, plasma cannons were not unknown to the Rebellion. Chronosia uses them as well as several other nations in the galaxy.

The plasma cannons smashed into the shields of the Defender Star Destroyer. But like its larger brethren, it also boasted shields that absorbed the energy imparted on the shields and redirected it into the systems, this time the shield systems. Even so, the plasma slowly began whittling away at the shields. They were a fair bit stronger than ordinary turbolasers, after all.

In return the Defender concentrated its firepower upon the enemy cruiser. Turbolasers, railcannons and beamlasers alike lashed out at the enemy cruiser and the wounded frigates.

The Worldship was soon in flames as The Tentacles were destroyed. The Nautilus shaped ships soon floted, dead in space, blowing to pieces.

But The enemy flagship soon found it wasn't over. four Cruisers surounded the Large enemy ship. Two on each side, one above it and one Below it. Fireing all weapons on it.

The Hyperborians soon called for renforcements.
"Four ships are attacking us! One on each side of us!" The Deinochyus actually rumbled this time with the four enemy ships attacking it at once, forcing the Admiral to hold tight to his cup of tea lest it spill. Damage alerts blared on the holographic screen denoting the status of the Elite Star Destroyer. "Minor damage reported at sections 5, 36, 86, and 32!"

"Very well! Let's see how much the Deinochyus can take! Fire all batteries and missiles at the enemies! Have our Immortal escorts back us up! Redirect the energy we absorb into the shields!" The Admiral ordered.

The two cruisers on the starboard and port sides of the Star Destroyer were sundered by volley after volley of thick beamlasers, turbolasers, railslugs and missiles of all kinds, while the ones on top and bottom of the ship got heavy turbolasers and more missiles, plus PPCs, pulse lasers, heavy turbolasers and heavy naval slugs from the Immortal Star Destroyers protecting the flagship. And in the middle of it all, the Elite Star Destroyer was absorbing as much energy as it could handle, but even then, the enemy fire was beginning to get some bleedthrough. Not nearly enough, by the looks of it, though. If it has to take four cruisers and a Worldship to even begin damaging an Elite Star Destroyer, then the Hyperboreans were in big trouble. Big trouble indeed.

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet continued to mop up the enemy invasion fleet...

OOC:
Reply to Kaldari before you reply to me again. Thx.

Unfortunately for the enemy there was a reason that the missiles were known as Quantum Shattermissiles as the captain noticed that the regular mode wasn't working very well.

"Sir! That pink cloud they're using are disrupting the targeting sensors!"

"Then switch to visual sensors! We aren't Coredians if we cannot defeat our enemies when minor setbacks get in the way!"

"Ah, yes sir! Switching, now!"

If only the Hyperboreans weren't so foolish as to think the Kit Fisto would be crippled by lovely pink clouds. Shipboard telescopes and cameras still work, after all. That allowed the missiles to bypass the pink cloud and hit the enemy ship and the nano-droids didn't work very well because of the fact that the missiles were moving very fast and by the time the microscopic nuisances could chew through the missiles, they would have long since hit the enemy ship.

There was a reason nanotechnology does not make a very effective weapon in a space battle, after all. You see, nano-droids are very, very small and they would take time to burrow through even the relatively thin skin of the missiles to get to the vital points. To the droids, it would be like burrowing through a blast door.


"Captain! The missiles that have gone through are being stopped by some kind of tough hull!"

"Really? Well, send out a second volley! Activate Mark II mode!" He ordered. "It's time to show off what the Quantum in the missiles' name means!"

Recently, Rina Masaki, the inventor of the Shattermissiles, have given the fleet an upgrade to the missiles, known as the Mark II mode. If for some reason enemy defenses was too tough for the regular mode, then a ship's captain could activate a second mode to attack with. This made the glow of the shattermissiles brighter, but that was not all. The glow was actually a mechanism that boosted the ability of the shattermissiles to burrow into enemy defenses by way of submolecular annihilation.

In other words, whenever the glow touched matter, matter literally disintegrates into its elementary particles. Therefore, when the second volley roared out to face the enemy, what nanomachines that dared to touch the missiles were swiftly vaporized into component particles and even the enemy's hull was now likely to be compromised as carbon, boron and titanium atoms disintegrated in the face of the Mark II mode. And now they began attacking the engines and reactor, detonating with glory and fire...



"Plasma cannons? They're using plasma cannons?" The Captain raised an eyebrow. Indeed, plasma cannons were not unknown to the Rebellion. Chronosia uses them as well as several other nations in the galaxy.

The plasma cannons smashed into the shields of the Defender Star Destroyer. But like its larger brethren, it also boasted shields that absorbed the energy imparted on the shields and redirected it into the systems, this time the shield systems. Even so, the plasma slowly began whittling away at the shields. They were a fair bit stronger than ordinary turbolasers, after all.

In return the Defender concentrated its firepower upon the enemy cruiser. Turbolasers, railcannons and beamlasers alike lashed out at the enemy cruiser and the wounded frigates.


"Four ships are attacking us! One on each side of us!" The Deinochyus actually rumbled this time with the four enemy ships attacking it at once, forcing the Admiral to hold tight to his cup of tea lest it spill. Damage alerts blared on the holographic screen denoting the status of the Elite Star Destroyer. "Minor damage reported at sections 5, 36, 86, and 32!"

"Very well! Let's see how much the Deinochyus can take! Fire all batteries and missiles at the enemies! Have our Immortal escorts back us up! Redirect the energy we absorb into the shields!" The Admiral ordered.

The two cruisers on the starboard and port sides of the Star Destroyer were sundered by volley after volley of thick beamlasers, turbolasers, railslugs and missiles of all kinds, while the ones on top and bottom of the ship got heavy turbolasers and more missiles, plus PPCs, pulse lasers, heavy turbolasers and heavy naval slugs from the Immortal Star Destroyers protecting the flagship. And in the middle of it all, the Elite Star Destroyer was absorbing as much energy as it could handle, but even then, the enemy fire was beginning to get some bleedthrough. Not nearly enough, by the looks of it, though. If it has to take four cruisers and a Worldship to even begin damaging an Elite Star Destroyer, then the Hyperboreans were in big trouble. Big trouble indeed.

Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet continued to mop up the enemy invasion fleet...

OOC:
Reply to Kaldari before you reply to me again. Thx.

The Cruiser continued to fire, even though it was getting Damaged by The enemy Missiles. The Cruiser had more tricks ready. It used it's GravWell Projectors to start pulling one of The damaged Frigates (which had been abandoned) to The enemy Ship, Raming into it's Shields.

The Hyperborians had heard the GDI, but they were ignoreing it. They were not ones to give up a fight for nothing. In Short, they were continueing the fight.

already, from Alzoc III, the Hyperborians were sending Two Worldships and over 50 Rando-Demji (Battleship Analog) to help in the fight against The enemy at Ryloth.

The Cruisers were being beaten up as they attacked The Deinochyus, But they continuned their attack.

"Sir, we're not getting any replies from the Hyperboreans. They appear to be ignoring us and continuing the attack. Orders, sir?"

Tobis sighed. He wasn't surprised, not really. The Hyperboreans had proven to be very stubborn and one-minded in the past, the Terran-Hyperborean War had proven that quite clearly. It would appear they would need a lesson in GDI firepower. He nodded his head and looked to the officer who had spoken. "And the Coredians? Have they replied yet?" The officer nodded.

"Yes, sir. Bringing it up on the main screen now."

"Thank you, but Ryloth is not really our planet. We just have a defense and trade agreement with the Twi'lek Head Clans. But I disgress. Do you know anything about these beings?"

Tobias raised an eyebrow. So this wasn't even really their world, but one they had promised to protect in return for trade. Typical galactic politics. He tapped a couple keys and sent a reply.

"I do not know much, only that they have brought their entire civilization in a massive fleet into this system. We presume they intend on finding a new homeworld and nation by invading this galaxy. Aside from that, we do not know anything you wouldn't already know."

He then muted his side of the channel and turned to face the tactical display, which had replaced the message sent by the Coredians. He saw the ships had some kind of pink cloud around it. He waved a hand to the A.I. "Magnify section 35-A to 200x." The image blinked until it zoomed up, and he saw the missiles being fired by the Coredians getting devoured by these nanites. He raised an eyebrow. Nanites, they were using nanites. These were a strange people, their technologies appearing to come all over the board.

"Sir." He turned to gaze at the officer who spoke. "That pink cloud is messing with our sensors." Tobias frowned.

"Can we still detect them?"

"Well, yes sir. Thanks to the sensor packages from the Dornalians, we can still find them by their gravitic signatures. The EM packages and the more standard suites are being blocked though."

He nodded. "Focus on the sensors that aren't affected. Besides, they aren't going to be going anywhere." He turned again to the screen and saw the task force had spread out and was heading for the right flank of the Hyperborean force. The Pantera was situated in the middle of this spread out force, with the three destroyers surrounding it in a triangle formation, the two heavy cruisers on its flanks, the light cruisers forming another triangle formation farther out, the four cruisers forming a square around the battlecruiser, and the frigates being three in front, and one on the flanks and rear. This provided maximum protection for the fleet, while allowing them wide spaces to down missiles, torpedoes, projectiles, and fighters, while giving them plenty of room to attack. And it had a small rearguard in case someone decided to try and hit their backside.

Crossing his arms, he looked at the distance between them and the Hyperboreans. Doing all these preparations, and getting the talking out of the way, they had gotten into weapons range, even for the Ion Blasters. He uploaded the firing solutions he had prepared on his holopad and watched as they appeared on the screen. The A.I. flickered into view next to him, glanced at the screen, and then shook her head, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"You're really pounding them, aren't you?" He looked at her, his left eyebrow raised.

"I am ensuring the Coredian reinforcements won't be too damaged when the inevitable Hyperborean reinforcements come. Besides, they made fools out of us. I intend to show them why thats a bad idea." He replied blandly. Turning to the screen, he watched as the timers ran down to zero and the GDI front opened.

The entire fleet had locked onto the separate ships of the invading navy. The frigates, light cruisers, and cruisers had locked onto the frigates, destroyers, and other smaller craft of the enemy fleet, while the GDI heavy cruisers, destroyers, and the Pantera itself, had locked onto the enemy cruisers and any other capital class craft. The opening salvo was a typical one, a barrage of railgun blasts that filled the space with so much glinting metal, it was almost as if the shells were bullets from a machine gun. This was to be followed by alternating waves of GDI Tiberium Core missiles, which caused a violent explosion that was stronger than that of nuclear bombs due to the use of Liquid T in the missile cores, and it would also splash Tiberium all over the hulls of the ships, if they got past the shields and began to slowly eat away at them. They were given a solution that accelerated the infection process, so it would prove to be a danger. Also, if any of the nanites were to try and consume the Tiberium, they would find themselves being consumed by the Tiberium, and New Dornalian People's Hammer Torpedoes, which were torpedoes with a field separating antimatter from dense matter inside the shell and upon impact or command, the field would drop and explode, causing a large antimatter explosion.

As one can imagine, this salvo would hurt a lot to most enemies, and the GDI would normally let it end there. However, they were pissed, and they had a new toy to try out. The fleet would interject blasts of Ion energy. Now, GDI ion energy is not like the ion energy most people know. Like the Coredians and Hyperboreans, it was used as a disabling factor, to try and short out enemy systems. The energy the GDI had developed was an energy, to put it bluntly, rapes the crap out of almost any metal. It basically punches a hole and melts through the metal, making it a good anti-armor/capship weapon. And if the hulls are organic, expect it to leave ion flames burning on the outsides of the holes. As these slammed into the enemy ships, the final component appeared.

The GDI had been researching and testing, with help from the UGF and the GFFA, a system of deploying new kinetic weaponry. Having finished it and outfitted the GDI fleets with it, this was the perfect time to have it used for the first time in battle. More missiles were launched at the enemy, but these were of a different design than the others, and the railguns launched strangely shaped shells. The missile had a strange shape, having the front being a rounded half sphere, and the shell was a rectangular one. Clouds of them were sent towards the Hyperborean fleet. The rectangular missiles, as they came closer to the enemy, shot to the right and headed for the enemy cruisers and when they came within 100 meters of the ships, hell broke loose. The missiles explodes, with the tell-tale black flash of antimatter and a hailstorm of kinetic harpoons. Its speed was incredible, as it had been going fractions of .c from the railguns and the antimatter explosions had increased that speed a lot. The kinetic harpoons were small, half a meter long pieces of metal that were incredibly sharp, and with their small size, and incredible speeds, could decimate planets at this point. And all the rectangular missiles had exploded at the enemy cruisers, seeking to drive their cargo at them as close as possible and in a shotgun-like manner, which would potentially do horrendous damage.

The spherical missiles were much of the same, as they came amidst the smaller ships, as close as possible in their formations, and exploded. The half-sphere shape become clear as the kinetic harpoons went every direction but back and shot out like a pufferfish into the nearby enemy ships, with less force due to not having been shot from a railgun but still capable of doing vicious amounts of damage.

With all this, the GDI simply planned on interchanging the weapons every so often, continuing to pound the Hyperboreans until they surrendered, or were destroyed. Tobias clasped his hands behind his back as he awaited another salvo to begin, the noise of loading ammo being heard from within the ship.

Yes, the GDI did not have a lot of ships, but their ships could rip apart large fleets no problem. It was time the Hyperboreans learned that lesson the hard way.

The Cruiser continued to fire, even though it was getting Damaged by The enemy Missiles. The Cruiser had more tricks ready. It used it's GravWell Projectors to start pulling one of The damaged Frigates (which had been abandoned) to The enemy Ship, Raming into it's Shields.
"Captain, the enemy is trying to ram a frigate at us!"

"Nice trick. Use our tractor beams to push it aside!"

"Yes, sir!"

The damaged frigate was suddenly grasped by the shipboard tractor beams and torn apart by the turbolaser cannons.

"Now...finish that thing! Alpha Strike, now!"

The enemy cruiser was sundered with all the firepower of the Coredian Defender Star Destroyer. It was lashed again and again by the beamlasers and the turbolasers, and devastated by torrents of missiles, enough that the stocks on hand were beginning to deplete...

The Hyperborians had heard the GDI, but they were ignoreing it. They were not ones to give up a fight for nothing. In Short, they were continueing the fight.

already, from Alzoc III, the Hyperborians were sending Two Worldships and over 50 Rando-Demji (Battleship Analog) to help in the fight against The enemy at Ryloth.

The Cruisers were being beaten up as they attacked The Deinochyus, But they continuned their attack.
The Elite was also slowly being damaged, but the Admiral had other tricks up his sleeve. He smiled. "Spin up the FTL. Jump close to the nearest cruiser, then target it with all weapons until it's destroyed. Rinse and repeat with all four ships!"

"Aye, sir." The helmsman couldn't help but smile at the idea, and Chief obliged with the calculations.

Suddenly, the Elite Star Destroyer disappeared in a brilliant flash of light, as if it was destroyed by the cruisers. Then it reappeared behind the nearest enemy cruiser and lashed out with an Alpha Strike of all its weapons, minus the still-charging Yamatos...

The Hyperborians were loseing this one. On The Dayside, Th Fleet was being blasted by the enemy and their new allies. The Trick The enemy ship did blasted The Cruiser to bits, but it wouldn't be repeated again. the Three other Cruisers Activated their own version of FTLi, The Shadow Field The thing made it seem that the Ship was in a Mass Shadow in Hyperspace. In Short, makeing FTL Travel not posable.

The cruisers soon sent out deadly Naga-Kamikaze against the enemy ship, 70 from all three Cruisers. The Suicide Attackers were targeting the enemy's Main Weapons, while The Cruisers fired more Plasma.

On The Darkside, It wasn't that way.

The Cruiser was damaged, but conintued fighting. The enemy was also doomed still. The Renforcements soon jumped out of Hyperspace on The Darkside of The Planet. The new Fleet surounded The Kit Fisto and sent out fighters, 400 Naga-Majors and 300 Naga-Slayers, deadly Space Superiority fighter craft. two of the Rando-Demji, Ships that looked like the top side of a Yamato Class Battleship on a Flying Saucer, started blasting The enemy ship with Plasma Fire, Turbolasers and Ion Cannons.

The Worldships were soon sending down Evac Ships to get the Ground Forces out of there, The Ground Forces were to be rescued.

It was a Retreat.

The Hyperborians were loseing this one. On The Dayside, Th Fleet was being blasted by the enemy and their new allies. The Trick The enemy ship did blasted The Cruiser to bits, but it wouldn't be repeated again. the Three other Cruisers Activated their own version of FTLi, The Shadow Field The thing made it seem that the Ship was in a Mass Shadow in Hyperspace. In Short, makeing FTL Travel not posable.
"Sir, they've activated a hyperspace interdiction field! Our hyperdrives are useless!"

Admiral Easton only laughed at that. "For intergalactic invaders, they are all too familiar. Spin up the FTL again!"

Unfortunately for the Mass Shadow generator, it only worked on hyperdrives and similar FTL. It was absolutely useless against Colonial-bought FTL systems, as they could easily jump within a mass shadow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4Vk015kel4).

With that in mind, the Elite-class Star Destroyer vanished again in a bright light and appeared again, striking down the next cruiser with its heavy weapons.

The cruisers soon sent out deadly Naga-Kamikaze against the enemy ship, 70 from all three Cruisers. The Suicide Attackers were targeting the enemy's Main Weapons, while The Cruisers fired more Plasma.

On The Darkside, It wasn't that way.

The Cruiser was damaged, but conintued fighting. The enemy was also doomed still. The Renforcements soon jumped out of Hyperspace on The Darkside of The Planet. The new Fleet surounded The Kit Fisto and sent out fighters, 400 Naga-Majors and 300 Naga-Slayers, deadly Space Superiority fighter craft. two of the Rando-Demji, Ships that looked like the top side of a Yamato Class Battleship on a Flying Saucer, started blasting The enemy ship with Plasma Fire, Turbolasers and Ion Cannons.

The Worldships were soon sending down Evac Ships to get the Ground Forces out of there, The Ground Forces were to be rescued.

It was a Retreat.
"Spin up the FTL! Jump to the day side!" The captain of the Kit Fisto yelled as sensors cried out the warning of a hell of a lot of enemy ships incoming. It was pounded with much firepower, causing heavy damage to the ship, but it managed to vanish as well. "Damage report!"

"Sir, we have decompression on our forward decks and fires have broken out in the aft engineering room! We also lost three of our main batteries and seven of our laser cannon batteries!"

"Well, at least we survived...casualties?"

"Several dozen, mainly to do the decompression. We also have smoke inhalation and burn injuries, not to mention trauma cases."

"Very well, take them down to Medical." The captain sighed. "Alert the fleet to the incursion..."

=====

Admiral Easton hmmed as he looked over the battlescreen of the night side of Ryloth. "Troublesome. Two of those worldships and a hell of a lot of battleship types. Right! Juice all firepower into the ion cannons! We're going to capture one of those cruisers!"

"Yes, sir!"

Suddenly, blue globes of system-disrupting ion energy lashed out at one of the cruisers...

"Sir, they've activated a hyperspace interdiction field! Our hyperdrives are useless!"

Admiral Easton only laughed at that. "For intergalactic invaders, they are all too familiar. Spin up the FTL again!"

Unfortunately for the Mass Shadow generator, it only worked on hyperdrives and similar FTL. It was absolutely useless against Colonial-bought FTL systems, as they could easily jump within a mass shadow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4Vk015kel4).

With that in mind, the Elite-class Star Destroyer vanished again in a bright light and appeared again, striking down the next cruiser with its heavy weapons.




"Spin up the FTL! Jump to the day side!" The captain of the Kit Fisto yelled as sensors cried out the warning of a hell of a lot of enemy ships incoming. It was pounded with much firepower, causing heavy damage to the ship, but it managed to vanish as well. "Damage report!"

"Sir, we have decompression on our forward decks and fires have broken out in the aft engineering room! We also lost three of our main batteries and seven of our laser cannon batteries!"

"Well, at least we survived...casualties?"

"Several dozen, mainly to do the decompression. We also have smoke inhalation and burn injuries, not to mention trauma cases."

"Very well, take them down to Medical." The captain sighed. "Alert the fleet to the incursion..."

=====

Admiral Easton hmmed as he looked over the battlescreen of the night side of Ryloth. "Troublesome. Two of those worldships and a hell of a lot of battleship types. Right! Juice all firepower into the ion cannons! We're going to capture one of those cruisers!"

"Yes, sir!"

Suddenly, blue globes of system-disrupting ion energy lashed out at one of the cruisers...


The Evac Ships Returned with The Survivers of The Attack. General Zakuro soon ordered The Retreat for the fleet.

The cruiser hit by The Ion Cannons was disabled, dead in space.

Alzoc III

The Hyperborians were now surounding The Planet, more Troops landing to capture the base. All in All, The Battle of Alzoc III was a victory for the Invadeing Hyperborians.

The Evac Ships Returned with The Survivers of The Attack. General Zakuro soon ordered The Retreat for the fleet.

The cruiser hit by The Ion Cannons was disabled, dead in space.
"Sir, the enemy is in retreat. And the cruiser you targeted is dead."

"Understood. Prepare the Marines for boarding. The High Council would want to know just what we're dealing with."

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, burly Marines and their Jedi commanders prepared to board the cruiser and capture it and as many crew as they possibly could. Several Marine barges roared out of the Star Destroyer and soon latched onto the ship...

=====

Alzoc III

The Hyperborians were now surounding The Planet, more Troops landing to capture the base. All in All, The Battle of Alzoc III was a victory for the Invadeing Hyperborians.
As the base was breached by the superior numbers of the enemy, the Imperial commander knew he was dead. However, he was sure to make the enemy pay for Alzoc. He caressed a self-destruct button. These are the last words of Imperial Commander Franz Coldridge: "For the Empress. For the Empire!"

He vanished in nuclear fire as the base exploded with enough force to destroy everything within a 50 km radius. The mines also exploded and collapsed on themselves, killing all the prisoners to deprive the enemy of an easy victory...Long live the Empire!

Alzoc III


As the base was breached by the superior numbers of the enemy, the Imperial commander knew he was dead. However, he was sure to make the enemy pay for Alzoc. He caressed a self-destruct button. These are the last words of Imperial Commander Franz Coldridge: "For the Empress. For the Empire!"

He vanished in nuclear fire as the base exploded with enough force to destroy everything within a 50 km radius. The mines also exploded and collapsed on themselves, killing all the prisoners to deprive the enemy of an easy victory...Long live the Empire!


The Blast killed over 45,000 Hyperborian Warriors. This was large in Deaths, but Death to The Hyperborians was The Path to glory.

Watching this was Khan Alexandria. she knew now that The Empire was dishonorble. "These Imperials wil soon fall." She said. "Quite right, great one." said Colonel Ba'li, a member of the T'Phai Race, a Pupple, Humanoid Race that was made into part of the Warrior Caste. "The enemy now knows we are here and now we will see who shall win."

"What news from Ryloth?" Alexandria asked, "Bad, Great one," Ba'li said "Zakuro has lost The battle and she is retreating." "She has failed," Alexandria said, "Send a Message to Ayame, She will plan the attack on the world known as Geonosis, and Tell General Tor'rack that he will be sent to The world of Mustafar."

Phase II of The Invasion was starting.

By request from the Warmaster of the Galactic Empire, and partnered by the GFFA due to it's relations to the the thirteenth colony, the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, are hereby tagging this thread.

OOC: Tagging for my own observations.

Deep within T-Space, the Cruiser gently floated. It’s drove bubble protecting it from the energetic filaments that would seek out unprotected matter and obliterate it within an instant. Surround the Infiltrator Cruiser was several smaller ships, spaced evenly around the main vessel. These were there for a special reason; they extended the sensor network of the Mother Ship. These Triple-S ships, as they were called, would act like the dish on an antenna and collect the signals from Real Space. In turn they would direct the data to the Infiltrator Cruiser and the crew there would collate the raw data into usable recon.

“Sir, we are receiving live data from the planet. The invaders have surrounded the ice world and are taking possession of it as we speak. Several important looking ships have moved into the area and activity seems to be centered on them. I suspect they are the command ships of the attackers.”

“Attempt to break their languages and codes so we can have inside access to their transmissions. Relay all finding directly to the fleet using the Space Minus transmitters. We need to find out their numbers and their weaknesses as soon as possible.”

“Yes Sir.”

"Also send it through the Battlenet for Chronosia. They wanted to be kept up to date on the events."

"Right away Sir."

Deep within T-Space, the Cruiser gently floated. It’s drove bubble protecting it from the energetic filaments that would seek out unprotected matter and obliterate it within an instant. Surround the Infiltrator Cruiser was several smaller ships, spaced evenly around the main vessel. These were there for a special reason; they extended the sensor network of the Mother Ship. These Triple-S ships, as they were called, would act like the dish on an antenna and collect the signals from Real Space. In turn they would direct the data to the Infiltrator Cruiser and the crew there would collate the raw data into usable recon.

“Sir, we are receiving live data from the planet. The invaders have surrounded the ice world and are taking possession of it as we speak. Several important looking ships have moved into the area and activity seems to be centered on them. I suspect they are the command ships of the attackers.”

“Attempt to break their languages and codes so we can have inside access to their transmissions. Relay all finding directly to the fleet using the Space Minus transmitters. We need to find out their numbers and their weaknesses as soon as possible.”

“Yes Sir.”

Hyperborian was a Language that was more of a Mix of Japanese, Russian and Siox. Their Alphabet was more like that of Cherokee Syllabary (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/Cherokee_Syllabary.svg). and had was very hard to De-code.

It would take someone who knew Hyperborian to de-code it.

OOC:

Didn't I encounter the Hyboreans when they first tried to invade Telros long ago? That would mean I knew you from before.

The post was to just state I was monitoring you and attempting to break your codes and languages.

Of course you would have to post anything I discovered like fleet size, movements, and progress in the cracking. I cannot decide that stuff, only you can.



EDIT:

I stand corrected, that was your Remian puppet. It is my mistake and I apoligize.

The post does stand and I will be working on cracking your transmissions ICly as well as scanning and tracking everything I can detect. If I am having trouble cracking your language/codes then I will just have to get - creative.

Status?

Conflict in the Ryloth system has ceased, Hyperborean vessels have departed. Casualties on both sides. Alzoc III has been largely abandoned by Empire forces. Remaining Hyperborean forces appear to be splitting into two groups. Analysis of tri-dee and hyperspatial vectoring indicates high probability that they are deploying to systems designated Geonosis and Mustafar. Your orders, brother Asher?

Wait for now, Naphtali, but prepare your Navigator to jump. Deploy a fast frigate to each system, and continue to monitor the Hyperborean's activities. Inform me of any changes in the situation.

Affirmative, Asher. Also, we have received intel via BattleNet from the Balroggans. Packet contains samples of Hyperborean documents, messages, untranslated. I've taken the liberty of forwarding them to Joseph, as he's had more Contact experience than the both of us. His preliminarly analysis indicated the language is seemingly derived from Old Earth Russian, Japanese, and Sioux. Symbolic structure appears related to Old Earth Cherokee. Further analysis and partial translation should be available within a few hours.

Good. Forward any results and Joseph's work to the BattleNet, let the Balroggans and Chronosians have access. Oh, and dig up our files on pre-Stellar Hyperborea. I remember that the Regency had dealings with them prior to Kurita and Kinoshita. Records on their language will be archaic, but useful in translation efforts, so make sure to forward them to Joseph. That is all. Asher out.

Status?

Conflict in the Ryloth system has ceased, Hyperborean vessels have departed. Casualties on both sides. Alzoc III has been largely abandoned by Empire forces. Remaining Hyperborean forces appear to be splitting into two groups. Analysis of tri-dee and hyperspatial vectoring indicates high probability that they are deploying to systems designated Geonosis and Mustafar. Your orders, brother Asher?

Wait for now, Naphtali, but prepare your Navigator to jump. Deploy a fast frigate to each system, and continue to monitor the Hyperborean's activities. Inform me of any changes in the situation.

Affirmative, Asher. Also, we have received intel via BattleNet from the Balroggans. Packet contains samples of Hyperborean documents, messages, untranslated. I've taken the liberty of forwarding them to Joseph, as he's had more Contact experience than the both of us. His preliminarly analysis indicated the language is seemingly derived from Old Earth Russian, Japanese, and Sioux. Symbolic structure appears related to Old Earth Cherokee. Further analysis and partial translation should be available within a few hours.

Good. Forward any results and Joseph's work to the BattleNet, let the Balroggans and Chronosians have access. Oh, and dig up our files on pre-Stellar Hyperborea. I remember that the Regency had dealings with them prior to Kurita and Kinoshita. Records on their language will be archaic, but useful in translation efforts, so make sure to forward them to Joseph. That is all. Asher out.

OOC: I haven't sent any Fleet to those two worlds yet.

OOC: I haven't sent any Fleet to those two worlds yet.

OOC: Blech. You're about to, so just assume that portion of the convo between Asher and Naph occurred after they started warming up their drives.

Mustafar

The Hyperborians had sent a Probe to The System to spy on the enemy at a target, The Planet Mustafar. The Hyperborians were going to make sure how The Defenses were.

The Probe, which looked like a Large Brain, was cloaked. It was now soon Orbiting the planet.

Khan Alexandria was soon planning to sent The Fleet to The Planet Kal'Shebbol in what was called The Kathol Sector. It would be taken to be turned into a Shipyard.

But first was to take control of two systems.

The First world to be Targeted would be The planet known as Svivren in the Anthos Sector. The other would be The worlds Melida/Daan. The takeing of these worlds would be the start of The Salboria Campaign.

OOC: Note: Salboria is the name of a Mammal-like Reptile used by The Minotaurs (Yes, Real Minotaurs) as a Hunting Animal.

TAG FOR POST since Mustafar is an Imperial Dominated Globe.

TAG FOR POST since Mustafar is an Imperial Dominated Globe.

OOC: yay! :)

we were wondering what happened to you, I thought that The Yuuzhan Vong Kidnapped you.

“Sir, The Watchful has detected a number of ships leaving Alzoc.”

Commander R’Thlus looked up from the report he was scanning. The lieutenant had approached his station on the Command Bridge of the Intruder Carrier. He was the initial commander of the strike force sent to investigate the rumors of an invading force and he had dispatched two of his frigates, The Exile and The Wicked to investigate. They had returned shortly with in Imperial Cruiser that had some superficial battle damage, mainly carbon scarring.

After hearing their reports and the maneuver they had employed, the commander had dispatched The Watchful to keep an eye on them from the relative safety of T-Space. Now it appears some data was being sent back over the Space Minus transmitter along with real-time data.

“Were they able to divine their destination?”

“Only generally, the specifics were not available due to the angle of the departure and inter-dimensional distortion. The nearest we can determine is the ships were headed off to the Anthos sector and the other was in the general direction of Melida/Daan.”

R’Thlus examined the holo-display of the maps showing the three locations and their interconnecting areas.

“Send warning to those areas of an impending attack. I don’t want them to be taken by surprise. Any headway on their language or codes yet?”

“Negative, we don’t have a base to start with, it does seem related to some Earth Native American languages but we don’t have a database on them available.”

“Perhaps we should acquire one…”

“Sir?”

“I have been examining the pattern of their patrols. This one,” the display on the screen changed to show a detailed section of the Alzoc system, “is the furthest from their controlled areas. If we hit it fast and hard, stunning all the people onboard and disable their drives remotely, we could capture one of the ships. The crew will provide us with Intel and information, not to mention biological information. I want it taken.”

“Yes Sir, how many ships?”

“Take three, the two frigates they have already encountered and a destroyer.”

“Yes Sir, right away. I will contact the captains of The Exile and The Wicked. I will also put them under the command of Captain Dirge of The Raining Blood. He will lead the attack and bring back captives.”

"Keep an eye on the feed of The Watchful and send another cruiser to monitor the abduction. If they have some trick up their sleve, I want to know about it before they try it."

"Yes Sir."

Oh, yes, lest the Coredians forget, the Marines also boarded the cruiser that was captured by the Deinochyus, preparing to fight their way through. Their blasters, as ordered by the Admiral, were set to stun so they can capture any and all Hyperboreans for interrogation.

Oh, yes, lest the Coredians forget, the Marines also boarded the cruiser that was captured by the Deinochyus, preparing to fight their way through. Their blasters, as ordered by the Admiral, were set to stun so they can capture any and all Hyperboreans for interrogation.

The Inside of The Ship was dark. The Lights were out on that part of the ship, darkness was good for hideing.

and the sounds of something was in the dark.

waiting.

The Planet Kal'Shebbol

The planet was soon attacked by the Hyperborians as The Main Fleet soon attacked the planet. The Planet was ripe and easy to get.

The Main Fleet had attacked the world and destroyed the defensive Force with in miniutes without one Hyperborian Ship destroyed.

The Planet surendered after that.

OOC: CW let me RP it if you like to know.

The Inside of The Ship was dark. The Lights were out on that part of the ship, darkness was good for hideing.

and the sounds of something was in the dark.

waiting.
"Hold." The Jedi stopped. "I sense something ahead of us. Toss a sonic grenade."

"Yes, sir." One of the marines went forward and tossed a grenade that attacks using sonic blasts. The Jedi used the Force to toss it further before it detonated, sending a loud bang throughout the cruiser. Within the damaging AoE, the sonic blast was powerful enough to cause bones to shatter...

OOC: Stop taking planets. Allow me to respond.

"Hold." The Jedi stopped. "I sense something ahead of us. Toss a sonic grenade."

"Yes, sir." One of the marines went forward and tossed a grenade that attacks using sonic blasts. The Jedi used the Force to toss it further before it detonated, sending a loud bang throughout the cruiser. Within the damaging AoE, the sonic blast was powerful enough to cause bones to shatter...

The Sonic Blast was good.........but useless against what the enemy was to face now.

Glowing Eyes of something large shown in The Dark, then The Lights turned on

They were large, beetle like monsters. The Hyperborian version of Space Marines; The Guthiem. The Exoskeltons were good against Blaster fire (Unless one had a Lightsaber) and these could fire flame from their Mouths.

The attacked, backed up my The Ant-like Myrmidonians, fireing Blasters.

OOC: Stop taking planets. Allow me to respond.

OOC: Ok, me and CW are fighting on a Ship.

(OOC: You will find Mustafar is a large industrial moon providing a large ammount of raw materials to the corproate sector. It is lightly garrissoned, with a level 4 planetery shield generator with only a light industrial militia. Planetery defences are a few ion cannons and turbo cannons.)


Imperial Sector 8 – Regional Capital Geonosis.

The hydraulic hiss of a victory star destroyers landing struts filled the control room as it touched down outside the mountain complex. Once used by the Trade Federation and their Geonosian allies, the Empire had elected to use this already pre-existing facility to furnish their war machine and sector control, of which had been unchallenged for over four generations.

The planet is as it had been during the clone wars, almost lifeless, entirely desert, apart from now the embittered landscape included great foundry’s littered amongst the wreckage of battles fought decades ago. A snide laughter filled the room as the regional governor Idris Palor looked over the holographic table displaying the recent Galactic events.

He had at his command various warships and vessels dispatched from the Core, a region of the galaxy that the invaders would be exceptionally brave to tread indeed. His forces armed and ready for the offensive assault numbered into the hundreds for this sector alone.

Intelligence had shown the conflict at Imperial influenced worlds and to the emperors annoyance the local militias had failed to provide any form of meagre defence, instead relying on various other security forces to deal with the problem.

Unfortunately for these, things, rumours had swept the holonetwork of the emperors complacency in the defence of the realm, prompting him to begin a vast mobilisation to swiftly terminate and destroy whatever the enemy was.

Azloc three hovered in the hologram detailing the last intelligence that had been transmitted as the governor was briefed on the situation.

“Gentleman, as we can see the enemy force invaded the system en-masse in a sudden strike into the heart of the outer colonial holdings.” Live feed from the Empires probe network appeared. “This world is of little strategic value and so had few defences, it is rather inconsequential to our strategic planning of the coming offensive but I would push that it is unacceptable to allow the enemy to conquer any form of Imperial territory. Instead I suggest we dispense with this planet for now and concentrate upon our other holdings.” The assorted generals and admirals nodded in agreement.

“Rhyloth has fallen to the enemy, and was subsequently re conquered by the rebellion. I suggest gentleman that this is out last port of call. Our first order of business is to begin the liberation of Kal'Shebbol. It would appear that the aliens are unaware of our Galactic Communications network, and so I believe we have a significant advantage in answering their moves.” The projection changed again revealing several allied fleets around the Galaxy.

“I am ordering Geonosis to be the command station for this theatre, with all battle coordination between our allied forces coming through this adjunct. I will be leaving with the Sovereign to deal with occupation of Kal’Shebbol imminently.” Various eyes looked a little concerned. “ I am recommending to the emperor that he dispatch all available assets into the decontamination of our space. Until then, I have decided that our course of action must remain simple.”

“The enemy has foolishly split their forces in hostile space, while they are numerically outnumbered. I am uplinking the Balroggans, Chronosians and Tenetian forces into the Battlelink and dispatching commands for the Balroggans to remove the threat from Azloc three, the Chronosians and Tenetians to hunt down their various forces in transit, while I liberate our people.” The projection returned to Geonosis once more. “The orders you see in the pads before you were dispatched two hours ago. gentleman, I assume I have your consensus?” Each man in the room turned to Governor Palor for some form of decision, as he nodded each officer in turn congratulated the emerging admiral on his decisiveness.

“Well done.” Palor praised. “I expect you to go far Admiral Tarkin . . . ”

The briefing was swift and so was the departure. The Imperial fleet was already en-route to deal with the enemy.

The Sonic Blast was good.........but useless against what the enemy was to face now.

Glowing Eyes of something large shown in The Dark, then The Lights turned on

They were large, beetle like monsters. The Hyperborian version of Space Marines; The Guthiem. The Exoskeltons were good against Blaster fire (Unless one had a Lightsaber) and these could fire flame from their Mouths.

The attacked, backed up my The Ant-like Myrmidonians, fireing Blasters.
Suddenly, hell broke loose as the marines ramped up the power of their blaster rifles to Disintegrate and pumped powerful bolts of energy into the enemy, while the Jedi deflected blaster bolts away from his troops. The marines moved from cover to cover, pushing to gain control of the enemy cruiser...

Meanwhile...

GFFA Forward Command Center, Elite Star Destroyer Deinochyus, Ryloth

As the first command ship on the scene, the Deinochyus was immediately designated as the forward command center for the war effort to drive out the enemy from GFFA space (And to keep the Imperials from grabbing more systems in the confusion) until something better comes along.

"They've engaged the enemy, Admiral. We should see results within the next ten minutes." An officer reported on the captured cruiser's current status.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Commander Tobias should be arriving momentarily so we can discuss these beings. See to it that he is escorted to Meeting Room Twelve." The Admiral ordered.

"Yes, sir." The officer saluted and walked out to carry out his orders.

Tobias watched as the salvos from his fleet took its toll and ripped the enemy fleet apart. The Coredians held their own against the enemy capships, with the GDI causing the Hyperborian ships to wither under their assault. More reinforcements arrived, but they were not enough as the continual barrage of GDI weaponry took its toll. They sent out shuttles to retrieve their shattered ground forces and quickly retreated. A final ion cannon salvo disabled one of their ships and with the last FTL disturbance fading, the Battle of Ryloth was over. Tobias sat heavily in his chair, a deep breath of relief coming from him. "Report."

The A.I. popped up again. "The enemy fleet has retreated, taking what ground forces it had left up into itself and leaving. The Coredians appear to be fine and we weren't even shot at. All in all, the battle clinched with the arrival of reinforcements from ourselves and Coredia."

He nodded. The A.I. spoke again. "Oh, I almost forgot. Admiral Easton is requesting a meeting aboard his ship, the Deinochyus." Tobias glanced at the A.I. and nodded.

"Very well. Have my pod prepared, I'll go over and see what we are going to do next." He got up and walked out of the bridge, and within moments he was landing in the hangar bay of the Deinochyus and being escorted to the meeting room. As he walked in, he saluted Easton and spoke. "Greetings, Admiral, I am told you wanted my presence here for something."

Suddenly, hell broke loose as the marines ramped up the power of their blaster rifles to Disintegrate and pumped powerful bolts of energy into the enemy, while the Jedi deflected blaster bolts away from his troops. The marines moved from cover to cover, pushing to gain control of the enemy cruiser...


The Insectoids were not giveing up. even though 20 of them died, their bodies blowing to bits from the blaster hits.

Then the Guthiem adn Myrmidonians started falling back.

OOC:

You forgot to post the patrol I am going to jump, unless you want me to determine what ships you have there I cannot post until you do.

OOC:

You forgot to post the patrol I am going to jump, unless you want me to determine what ships you have there I cannot post until you do.

OOC: here it is

IC: Alzoc III.

The Planet wasn't Defenseless as Four Cruiser Analogs, One Battleship Analog and thousand of Naga-Majors, long with 500,000 Warriors to Reopen The mines for Hyperborian Use.

In Short it was a Take over.

JRCCC, San Diego, Earth SSR

The FEDBED communications came piping hot, if not necessarily all that fresh, into the Joint Revolutionary Command and Control Center's War Room. Adjutants began flipping out, and the Commissar of National Defense, who was sitting in the room monitoring things, said, "Damnit! How fresh is this info?"

The adjutant then said, "Relatively recent, sir."

The Commissar frowned, and said, "Damn. Remind me to up the speed on those network connections" as he sipped his coffee. He then replied, "Who's available for an intervention?"

The adjutant typed in a few key commands, and brought up some characters.

"Let's see...closest one, Comrade Commissar, is one Commodore...."

His eyes widened as he spoke.

"Leona MacDougal (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/bleach_matsumoto0041-1.jpg)."

The Commissar noticed the adjutant's eyeraise, and asked, "What's with the look?" The adjutant then said, shaking his head and staring at the screen, "Nothing, I knew her in the Naval War College. She's a handful."

The Commissar then sipped his cup and said, "Good. More for the enemy to deal with then. How many ships does she have under her command?"

"Based in Nova Louisiana, sir. She's in command of a Mao Zedong Mark IV, the Jailbreak. Also has the usual command of a Battlegroup, Comrade Commissar."

"I see. Pair her up with the man nearby, gimme a moment."

A phone call to the Comrade Premier resulted in the immediate agreement of deployment...

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Adrian Dalladier Yards, Nova Louisiana, Earth SSR

The massive 14km frame of the Jailbreak, like other members of the Mao Zedong Mark IV class, dwarfed the others in its wake. Undergoing supplying, ammunition loadout, crew loadout, and such and such, the ship and its forces were quickly being assembled with another force to take on the people assalting Ryloth.

Commodore MacDougal couldn't care less, however.

Ready Room, the Jailbreak

"BOOYAH! FUCK YOUR DADDY!"

She then threw the controller of the Okama Gamesphere on the ground and began dancing wildly around the room, taunting her ship's main Political Officer with cries of "Whoop Whoop!" and "Who's Bad!? WHO'S BAD?!" as her character in the everpopular fighting game Bow Bow Footy Kick--the Next Generation Super Kawaii Edition performed a panty-flashing win animation. The PO sighed, and facepalmed in reply. MacDougal ignored his pleas and cracked open another bottle of beer, swilling it down before slamming it on the table and wiping her mouth off with her arm. Luckily, she was in a tank top, the only "uniform" part of her uniform she had being her pants, which had what looked like cheese puff crumbs on it.

She then got a message beeping on her computer screen. She then said, "Turn that shit down." The PO turned down the sound, as she picked up the message.

On the screen was a stern, serious looking East Indian man (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/Roshanseth.jpg). Speaking in an impeccable Recieved Pronounciation accent, he said, "Excuse me, miss, but what are you doing in the Commodore's Ready Room?"

The Commodore then saluted and said, "Commodore Leona MacDougal, at your service. I am the Commodore."

The East Indian man sighed. "Great. Just great." He facepalmed, and said, "Do you have any respect for your uniform? Any, I mean anyat all?"

Leona sat at her desk and leaned back, saying "Oh, yeah. I just don't like wearing it all the time. It's itchy, hot and makes me look like my cousin, who's a major fatass who never leaves his basement and has issues with relationships that don't involve two-dimensional women drawn by starving Japanese perverts. Why?"

"No, but what I like doesn't matter. We have a job to do." The Indian was disgusted with Leona's lack of respect for protocol, and it was apparent to all he was amazed with how this woman got to be Commodore. His eyes showed it, his voice showed it...you get the picture.

Leona sighed and pulled out a bag of chips.

"Look, dad. If you don't have any other business than to give a lecture, fuck off. These potato chips offer better entertainment value than you do, and hell, they actually provide vital caloric intake I need. You, well, you seem like--"

The Indian man then shouted, "I AM COMMODORE RAJIV PATEL, AND I COMMAND BATTLEGROUP DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP! WE ARE BEING GIVEN MARCHING ORDERS! WE ARE TO GO TO RYLOTH, BECAUSE THE FEDBED TRIPWIRE HAS BEEN BLOODY ACTIVATED BY FUCKING ASSHOLES WHO INTEND TO MESS WITH OUR ALLIES! NOW IF YOU CAN'T STOP PLAYING MISS COOL AND SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP, I'LL HAVE SOMEONE COURTMARTIAL YOU FOR INSUBORDINATION!"

The bag of chips fell to the ground. Then, Leona got up and said, sighing, "Right. I got it, Commodore." She then got up and said sullenly, "Hey, Sid, turn off the Okama, and get the fuck out of my room before one of these bottles goes where it shouldn't." The Political Officer sighed, and did as told. She then changed into uniform, throwing an old shirt over the screen for some privacy as she got into uniform. Then, she took off the shirt, only to find Patel sighing.

"So many sighs."

"Oh shut up. Only five minutes, and you've given me more grief than all my in-laws have in a lifetime."

"Hey. It's what I do."

"Nevermind that. Get the fleet assembled, and get going. I'd rather not leave the Coredians hanging."

"Gotcha, sugar." Leona kissed the screen teasingly, to Patel's consternation, then she shut it off.

On the bridge, Commodore MacDougal then got up to her command post and said into her mike, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

The crew looked up at Leona, and Gracie did too.

Leona then said into the mike, "We're due for Ryloth!"

A pause.

She then said, no, shouted into the mike with a feeling of pride and "ballsiness" unchained, pumping her fist, "IT'S FUCKIN' GO TIME!"

A roar rose up from the crew. Though Patel and the PO hated her manners, her rough-and-tumble ways of living made her popular with the crew. Thus, they moved out....

OOC: here it is

IC: Alzoc III.

The Planet wasn't Defenseless as Four Cruiser Analogs, One Battleship Analog and thousand of Naga-Majors, long with 500,000 Warriors to Reopen The mines for Hyperborian Use.

In Short it was a Take over.


OOC:

I meant a SPACE patrol, not a planetary one.

If you read the post again, you can see I am talking about a space patrol at the edge of the system, otherwise I would have sent more than three ships since your forces are concentrated arond the mining planet itself.

“I have been examining the pattern of their patrols. This one,” the display on the screen changed to show a detailed section of the Alzoc system, “is the furthest from their controlled areas. If we hit it fast and hard, stunning all the people onboard and disable their drives remotely, we could capture one of the ships. The crew will provide us with Intel and information, not to mention biological information. I want it taken.”

“Yes Sir, how many ships?”

“Take three, the two frigates they have already encountered and a destroyer.”

The Main Fleet wasn't the only one that left Alzoc III.

Svivren

The Planet was in for a rude Surprise as over 50 Nith-Mangsi (Corvette Analog), 40 Jlim-bal-tan (Light Destroyer Analog), 20 Nadis-Fanger (Cruiser Analog) and 7 Dan-Shi (Starfighter Carrier Analog) with 200 Naga-Nomads on each one, escorted by 50,000 Naga-Majors, were over The Planet.

No Troop Transports. were with this fleet, nor any Worldships.

The Naga-Majors were soon chargeing to the planet.

OOC:

What is the problem?

I have made numerous requests for you to post one of your patrols in the outer edge of the Alzoc III system so I can try to hit them and capture them. I have posted the RP stating that was my action and I have posted here several time and asked on MSN for you to post them. Why are you ignoring my simple requests?

If you continue to ignore them and still send out all your fleets then we shall in turn use the IGNORE cannons upon your entire little invasion and decide it does not exist. As a matter of fact, this post is my suggesting it to the rest of the GE.

You cannot attack the GE/GFFA and then decide you are going to ignore some members. You are in our back yard and we have extensive PR histories of our membership while you don't even have your fleet numbers written down or posted anywhere we could find.

This is my last request before I will be forced to decide what ships of yours were present when I attacked. I will also use the post history of this thread to make sure it happens at the point in time when I wished it to happen so the attack might interfere with the departure of all those ships you are sending out by simple fact I posted before they were sent. That would mean you would have to deal with this before any of the other events could happen. The number I pulled means I am in line ahead of the others…

near The System was 10 Naga-Majors and 3 Fan-ban-tans (Corvette Analogs) Outside it, Patroling The Outer areas.

OOC: Happy?

near The System was 10 Naga-Majors and 3 Fan-ban-tans (Corvette Analogs) Outside it, Patroling The Outer areas.

OOC: Happy?



OOC:

It shouldn’t take pulling teeth to get people to respond what was politely asked for. Please note, this event takes place after Post #80, before any of the fleets had left (Post #80 being your first response to my Post #78 where I posted the imminent attack). If any of the other GE members find this is too harsh, let me know. This means the events in this Thread could change what you did in those later Posts.






IC:



The Raining Blood sailed swiftly through the violet ribbons of pure energy. Her two escorts, the Infernal Frigates The Exile and The Wicked kept to their formation as the massive discharge was easily diverted away from the trio of ships by the drive fields and the dimensional shielding. It was the combination of the two which kept the ships safe and not any single source. The energy being diverted would easily disintegrate a large moon or even a small planet in moments. A short distance away was The Sentry, an Infiltrator Class Cruiser assigned to monitor the operation. Her Triple-S ships were already in position allowing her sensors to pierce the dimensional veil and register the contents of Real Space. The data was being coordinated through the Shipminds using the Kython Link and sent back to the Battlegroup command ship using the Space Minus Transmitters.

“Captain, The Sentry reports the presence of three corvettes with their ten fighter escorts. Their presence is exactly as predicted after The Watchful analyzed their flight plans.”

“Good, the show will begin right on time. Begin the attack as planned. I want those ships disabled ASAP.”

“Yes Sir.”

Moments later, the two Infernal Frigates faded into existence right between the three cruisers, their gravity signatures should be temporarily blinding the sensors until they could be recalibrated. After a few seconds of blindness, the invaders would see the two ships which had damaged twenty three World Ships earlier, destroying ten of them. Those deadly ships were but meters away from the corvettes, almost literally within touching distances.

“Jamming signals in place, they should not be able to talk to each other, much less the rest of the system. By the time the main fleet notices them, we will be gone.”

“Excellent, continue with the plan. Take out the ten fighters.”

The Exile crumbled. It seemed to flake apart into roughly man-sized chunks. Each chunk of black metal liquefied and reshaped itself. Insect-like legs formed as well as arms ending in multi-jointed hands. A head formed with a maw of teeth and no eyes. It was topped by a mane of spikes that pointed backwards.

The Kythons, all two hundred of them, swarmed the three Fan-ban-tan corvettes and a tenth of them swarmed outwards to the Naga-Major fighters. Two Kythons each began to track and catch up with the swift Naga-Majors as if they were standing still. As they approached, the hands on the arms seemed to fold within and purple cutting blades about a foot long formed. The energy blades composed of dimensional fluctuations would sever just about anything they came into contact with. Windows would be targeted first on the small fighters, then weapons and engines. Two Kythons each would swarm around their target, twisting and turning like a wasp, only their sting would be much more devastating. Parts of the Nagas would be sliced off, left to float in a growing cloud of debris which used to be an invader’s fighter. When one was eliminated, the Kythons would then begin to devour the vessel, eating the fragments. The material was inserted into their mouths and disintegrated, being converted to energy and devoured and stored.

The three Fan-ban-tan corvettes were not any luckier. Almost two hundred Kythons began to remove any external weapons from the ship. The crew would hear the PLINKPLINKPLINKPLINK of their metallic legs striking the deck plating. Everywhere they touched, small black marks were left. These black areas would soon grow in size as they spread, connecting with other “footsteps” left by the Kythons who were clearly in Combat Mode.

While this swarming was bad, it was not the worst thing.

Accompanying the Kythons and afflicting any sentient within a hundred meters was the Kython Death Scream. The Death Scream was a psionic attacked based upon reflecting the individual fears back within the mind that produced them and usually resulted in the dying pleas of every friend and loved one they knew filling their minds, deafening them. It was a sound that could not be shut out by holding ones hands against their ears but most victims usually died doing just that. It was even proven to affect Psionic endowed sentient beings but becoming a great strain to withhold the full brunt of the attack. The Scream was reinforced by almost two hundred Kythons in full combat mode after all.

While the meatbags on the corvettes were being punished by the Kython Death Scream, the possible ship AI (one using an actual mind would be considered organic and be affected by the Scream) would becoming under another attack.

The black spots were the Kython Infection. It spread by direct contact and also through the power systems of the ship. It would “possess” the ship in much the same way a spirit could possess a mortal, taking over parts of the ship until there was not much left. First were the internal doors to isolate the crew. Then it was the engines and life support. The self destruct systems would be terminated and the computer system would become isolated with the newly developing Shipmind taking control over the remaining systems. The blackness would reach any organic circulatory systems and be spread throught the ship if they were organic living ships, much the same way a cancer is distributed through a host's body by the blood flow. It just made things easier if the corvettes were alive.

Once the entire ship was turned black and/or controlled, the Shipmind would begin to isolate the crew by venting the atmosphere in unoccupied areas like halls and rooms. The ship’s weapon systems would be regrown using the records absorbed by the Shipmind and the new Shipmind would simply insert the schematics into the Kython Overmind for later use. The Environmental systems (life support) would be used to render the crew unconscious by introducing elements that would render them unconscious and easily transportable.

In the few minutes this would take to happen, the Interceptor would be waiting to see if reinforcements would be sent before the three vessels and any of the fighters could be assimilated. The destroyer would act to prevent reinforcements from ever reaching the stricken ships, as well as The Wicked. The swarm of Kythons would reform into The Exile and the jamming system would be dropped so the invaders would hear any of the death screams of their fellow soldiers pleading insanely for mercy. The radio systems were then disabled, preventing further transmissions by the newly grown Shipminds which were the Fan-Ban-Tan corvette analogs a few minutes ago.





OOC:

These are the planned avenues of attack. I have included descriptions of what would normally happen. Please adopt accordingly (and if they were not followed please explain what differences caused the deviation). The infection occurs upon the sub-atomic level, actually spreading along the electron level, the reason it spreads so easily through the power systems of the target ship. If any of the fighters escape, that is fine, I only sent two Kythons each to distract them so if they wish to run away they will not be perused beyond a point. My goal is to capture at least one of the corvettes, all three would be great.

OOC:


If you feel this attack was too vicious in retaliation for you not posting, please confirm with CW this is an average Kython attack except that I was not trying to kill the crews off. He has endured worse attacks over the years and through RPing has learned the hard way to defend against them.

While The 'Shipmind' was trying to hack into the Hyperborian Ship, it would soon find out two things.

One was that The Main "Comptuer" of the Ship was not Machanical, but living. It Ship was a Mix of Machine and Organic Being. In Short it was living, The Thing Screamed as it was being taken over, the Hyperborian Crew died because of the "Death Scream". The Reason was that it was deadly to them, since they were not Pisonic ike The Computer-Brian. It was like putting a Toad in a Microwave Oven.

The Second was that It was letting the 'Shipmind' in. It should have known one thing; If a living Ship was going to let you take over, then you should start running, screaming away.

While The Shipmind thought it was takeing over, it was in fact being turned into a Puppet for The Hyperborian Ship. It would send it's Trasmission, with something encoded.

a Program that was made to look like part of the Trasmission. It was made to take over a enemy ship's Computer, namely to the ship known as 'The Wicked'. It also had Standing orders for the ship once it was taken over.

Standing Order Number One was "Kill The enemy"

Its own Crew.

All Ten Fighters were destroyed.

OOC: I am not going to make it easy for you.

"The Empire relies upon the Imperium. We direct her armies, we bolster their strengths. Who can say that the histories of the Empire would not be different bereft of Chronosian might? We are their brothers and their keepers. We are their allies and their fire.

Never though shall we be their slave-thralls."
-Attributed to the Primarch Cabot.

The galaxy knew the rule of the Empire.

While others might entertain notions of a galaxy divided by the Masaki's, it was the bitter truth that the galactic majority was dominated by the power of the Empire. They had survived brutal wars with the Masaki's and those fooled into their service, they had seen the rise and fall of Emperor's and ideals. They had endured much in the cold darkness, fighting on against those enemies that distant overlords whispered would enslave and destroy them.

And now a pretender race sought to despoil the purity of the galaxy, to lap against the blessed shores of a galaxy inexorably affected by the presence and intent of Chronosia. The fleets had been dispatched following the priority messages sent forth across the ESUS Battlenet. Warnings from the Otagians and Balroggans had provided the Chronosian Imperium with the reason to mobilize. Two fleets had been readied, their commanders chosen as the most favored of Remiel’s war effort.

Even as they hunted the Masaki’s across known space, so efforts could be spared to defend the Galaxy. The presence of such a foolish foe would only allow the Masaki’s to sow chaos in their wake, chaos that while pleasing was contrary to the divine plans of the Emperor of Chronosia, Master of Mankind.

The great Warp gate crackled with malevolent fury, disgorging the fleet that had crossed the voids, the ships which slid like daggers through the Warp itself to arrive in the hallowed space of that far-away galaxy. 500 ships were brutal crimson blades, readied and willing to spill the blood of their excremental foe. 500 more were ancient vessels, their hulls corroded and pitted, held together by the blasphemous will of pestilence itself. A figure sat upon the bridge of the largest plague-ship, idly spinning the shaft of his immense scythe; the Manreaper gifted by the Lord of Decay himself. Lucian’s voice slid forth like the hiss of a dying man, his phlegm choked lungs pulsing as he rose.

“We arrive…Send word to the astropaths. Alert the forces in this galaxy that we have arrived. Discern the war-plans of the Excrement. We shall strike as the Envenomed Fang should; swift, decisive, no thought to consequence, no struggle too great. We have survived death, my children…” Throughout the twisting corridors of the ship, they began to stir; weeping crewmen melded to their bunks and bulkheads let their wails echo through the body-politic of the great vessel, Nurglings and other twisted creatures let their voices raise, resounding with praise for Papa Nurgle’s love, as the Marines began to waken to their tasks.

It was a chorus of the once-and-barely human, a waking cry of infectious joy, as the Marines of the Envenomed Fang came forth to serve, withered acolytes trailing in their wake to tend to the great soul of the ship.

At the other side of the fleet, Cabot brooded, bathed in the life-essence of a hundred thousand souls. Blood saturated the very air, clinging in dark droplets to his gleaming armor of crimson and brass, running across the throne which he occupied. The skulls which composed it wept blood, eternally flowing for the glory of Khorne, for the inevitable triumph of the will. He had cast entire worlds to ruin, turned thriving settlements into mountains of bone in honor of Khorne.

He grinned to think of it, his blonde hair flitting about his face, now heavy and almost-black with fresh and dried blood. These were weak, sub-human prey that they strove against. Weak, cowering things who would know the taste of Chronosian steel as he drew the great chainblades, Wrathchild and Gorefiend, through their unworthy flesh.

It mattered not that they were a pathetic race, worthy only of the mocking titles Remiel had bestowed upon them, the Excrement of the Whore-Khan. What mattered was that the Chronosians were coming for them, for each and every last one of them, willing to crush all who stood against them…

And Cabot knew that he would honor his God, by gutting their impotent Whore-Khan atop the slaughterpile of her race.

Tenetian forces, en route to Mustafar

Even as the Chronosians prepared to destroy the Hyperboreans, the Tenetians were already on their way to the Mustafar system, having been alerted by the Battlenet to the advancements of the enemy. A full Star Destroyer task force, commanded by a random Dark Jedi Knight named Kren Tevis, was dispatched to deal with any incursions into the area, ready to kill any of the foul forces of Hyperborea...

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GFFA Field HQ, Ryloth

"Very well. Have my pod prepared, I'll go over and see what we are going to do next." He got up and walked out of the bridge, and within moments he was landing in the hangar bay of the Deinochyus and being escorted to the meeting room. As he walked in, he saluted Easton and spoke. "Greetings, Admiral, I am told you wanted my presence here for something."
"It's a simple briefing of our newest enemy. Plus, I just received several reports from High Command about the enemy's movements, as you'll soon see." Admiral Easton said as he prepped a hologram that linked to Grand Admiral Pellaeon's office. "Admiral, we have chased the enemy from Ryloth and am in the process of taking one of their cruisers for interrogation."

"Very good." The Old Man of Space smiled thinly. "Our spies in the Empire report that they have also been hit as well. Alzoc III was taken by the enemy and it's not a stretch to say that it would menace. They also report that Geonosis is becoming a theater command for their side of the war effort. Be wary of the Empire, for Ryloth is close to Geonosis. We might expect something along the lines of a three-way conflict at worst."

"Understood, Admiral." Admiral Easton didn't like that idea, but he knew it was possible. Coredians are paranoid like that.

"Oh, yes. I'm sending the Ankylosaur Battlegroup of the Third Fleet, as well as the Battlestar Konoha's battlegroup to back you up. With those forces in place and whatever the rest of the GFFA will field, you should have no problems eliminating the enemy from the galaxy or dealing with anything else." Admiral Pellaeon said to the two commanders. "By the way, we lost contact with the Svivren system about an hour ago. It isn't a leap of logic to believe that these enemies have invaded it and will soon try for Melinda/Daan, one of our other major allies in the area. Take a force to Melinda and stop their advance there."

"As ordered, Admiral." Admiral Easton nodded. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you." Admiral Pellaeon disappeared.

"Well, looks like we have our orders." Admiral Easton smiled to Tobias.

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Captured cruiser

The Insectoids were not giveing up. even though 20 of them died, their bodies blowing to bits from the blaster hits.

Then the Guthiem adn Myrmidonians started falling back.
"Push on ahead!" The Jedi commander yelled. "Get rid of those insects!"

Although there were several casualties, there were many Marines and they began to push ahead...

GFFA Field HQ, Ryloth


"It's a simple briefing of our newest enemy. Plus, I just received several reports from High Command about the enemy's movements, as you'll soon see." Admiral Easton said as he prepped a hologram that linked to Grand Admiral Pellaeon's office. "Admiral, we have chased the enemy from Ryloth and am in the process of taking one of their cruisers for interrogation."

"Very good." The Old Man of Space smiled thinly. "Our spies in the Empire report that they have also been hit as well. Alzoc III was taken by the enemy and it's not a stretch to say that it would menace. They also report that Geonosis is becoming a theater command for their side of the war effort. Be wary of the Empire, for Ryloth is close to Geonosis. We might expect something along the lines of a three-way conflict at worst."

"Understood, Admiral." Admiral Easton didn't like that idea, but he knew it was possible. Coredians are paranoid like that.

"Oh, yes. I'm sending the Ankylosaur Battlegroup of the Third Fleet, as well as the Battlestar Konoha's battlegroup to back you up. With those forces in place and whatever the rest of the GFFA will field, you should have no problems eliminating the enemy from the galaxy or dealing with anything else." Admiral Pellaeon said to the two commanders. "By the way, we lost contact with the Svivren system about an hour ago. It isn't a leap of logic to believe that these enemies have invaded it and will soon try for Melinda/Daan, one of our other major allies in the area. Take a force to Melinda and stop their advance there."

"As ordered, Admiral." Admiral Easton nodded. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you." Admiral Pellaeon disappeared.

"Well, looks like we have our orders." Admiral Easton smiled to Tobias.


As this occurred...

NDS Jailbreak

Commodore MacDougal yawned and chatted with Gracie, as they were about to exit Bosun Jump. Gracie, whilst nervous about some of her boss's habits, still got along with the Commodore, and the two could be found chatting away and even, with the reluctant permission of the Commodore and the Political Officer, be found playing matches of Bow Bow.

Leaning in her Captain's chair, custom installed, she yawned and said, "Look Grace, all I'm saying is that if you like Battlestar Galactica, you're a fucking tool who needs your head examined."

The avatar, dressed in a Cylon t-shirt and wearing a sarcastic expression, then said, "Oh please. You can't handle a little human drama?"

MacDougal then scoffed and said, laughing, "Bitch, that's not human drama, that's melodrama on Powerthirst that distracts from the plot--well, what was left of the plot after the writer of the series admitted he was making shit up."

"So what? It worked out so far." Gracie shrugged.

MacDougal then flipped off Gracie and said with a smile, "I'll tell you what worked out. My body"--she pointed out her ample "assets"--"and the fact I run my own fuckin' starship. So what if life sucks? Grow a helmet!"

A beeping interrupted the repartee, and Gracie said, "Hey, boss--we're coming up on Ryloth."

MacDougal then said, prepping for the job, "Patch me through to the local commander."

Once patched through, she then said, formal as she possibly could be, "This is Commodore Leona MacDougal of the Workers State of New Dornalia, here to assist."

She then couldn't resist cracking up, and said, with a slight giggle, "Sorry, it's been a while since I read from the Script." She then coughed and said, in a deadpan manner that struck one of "badass action hero" with a wink and a nod, "Anywho, where do I go, and when do I start giving out nutshots?"

Captured cruiser


"Push on ahead!" The Jedi commander yelled. "Get rid of those insects!"

Although there were several casualties, there were many Marines and they began to push ahead...

.....And the Insectoids fell back. They were retreating from the area, Fireing weapons as they went.

They were running, or so the enemy thought. They were Drawing the invaders into a trap.

.....And the Insectoids fell back. They were retreating from the area, Fireing weapons as they went.

They were running, or so the enemy thought. They were Drawing the invaders into a trap.
The Marines and the Jedi approached, then the Jedi sensed something up ahead again. "Grenades."

Several grenades, this time of the plasma variety, were thrown up ahead. again, the Jedi use the Force to throw them farther to detonate and kill whatever trap is laid out for them...

Once patched through, she then said, formal as she possibly could be, "This is Commodore Leona MacDougal of the Workers State of New Dornalia, here to assist."

She then couldn't resist cracking up, and said, with a slight giggle, "Sorry, it's been a while since I read from the Script." She then coughed and said, in a deadpan manner that struck one of "badass action hero" with a wink and a nod, "Anywho, where do I go, and when do I start giving out nutshots?"
"Charming as usual, Commodore." Admiral Easton chuckled over the comms. "Commander Tobias and I were just discussing how we will proceed from here. Come on over."

"Charming as usual, Commodore." Admiral Easton chuckled over the comms. "Commander Tobias and I were just discussing how we will proceed from here. Come on over."

Appearing in Ryloth's orbit, the massive Dornalian force was, as usual for the People's Navy, ridiculous in size and bristling with lots of firepower. As they lined up, MacDougal teleported down to the Field HQ, along with a floating laptop with Gracie, and the commander of the Marines onboard.

To Admiral Easton and Commander Tobias, MacDougal looked something just shy of professional. Well, except for the Cheeto dust on her pants. She looked down and said to the two next to her, "Hmm. Damn Navy can't make a uniform resistant to snack food. Hold on." She then pulled out a sticklike item marked "Sonic Screwdriver" and then proceeded to run it gently over the stains. Amazingly, they came out.

Then, she pocketed the device and the party walked up to the Coredians, saluting them. MacDougal then said, smiling, "Apologies. Mother Dornalia can build ships of dizzying complexity, but can't make a uniform you can blot with water."

Coughing, she then said, "Anywho. What's the plan?"

"It's a simple briefing of our newest enemy. Plus, I just received several reports from High Command about the enemy's movements, as you'll soon see." Admiral Easton said as he prepped a hologram that linked to Grand Admiral Pellaeon's office. "Admiral, we have chased the enemy from Ryloth and am in the process of taking one of their cruisers for interrogation."

"Very good." The Old Man of Space smiled thinly. "Our spies in the Empire report that they have also been hit as well. Alzoc III was taken by the enemy and it's not a stretch to say that it would menace. They also report that Geonosis is becoming a theater command for their side of the war effort. Be wary of the Empire, for Ryloth is close to Geonosis. We might expect something along the lines of a three-way conflict at worst."

"Understood, Admiral." Admiral Easton didn't like that idea, but he knew it was possible. Coredians are paranoid like that.

"Oh, yes. I'm sending the Ankylosaur Battlegroup of the Third Fleet, as well as the Battlestar Konoha's battlegroup to back you up. With those forces in place and whatever the rest of the GFFA will field, you should have no problems eliminating the enemy from the galaxy or dealing with anything else." Admiral Pellaeon said to the two commanders. "By the way, we lost contact with the Svivren system about an hour ago. It isn't a leap of logic to believe that these enemies have invaded it and will soon try for Melinda/Daan, one of our other major allies in the area. Take a force to Melinda and stop their advance there."

"As ordered, Admiral." Admiral Easton nodded. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you." Admiral Pellaeon disappeared.

"Well, looks like we have our orders." Admiral Easton smiled to Tobias.



Tobias whistled as he listened to Pellaeon speak. They were deploying that much here? Well, a lot of it was going to Melinda, but they were still getting that many ships? In combination with the Fourth Fleet, this would be a formidable force they would have gathered here. Turning to face Easten, he was about to speak when Commodore MacDougal appeared, with Cheeto-stained pants. He smiled and when she walked up, he held out a hand. "Greetings, Commodore. The GDI is always happy to see our brother-in-arms, the Worker's State of New Dornalia." Turning back to Easton, his expression sobered.

"Well, I can give some insight on the situation. The Hyperboreans are a race of beings who use a mix of technology and organics, I don't know a lot about them, but I do know they mix both of them. That can be a dangerous combination, so we should be careful. We were asked to be an escort for them as they transplanted their civilization somewhere else, due to the Shivan threat. We were given coordinates, back at the galactic rim, and we brought them here, thinking they would find a homeworld and rebuild. We were rewarded and then we left. We soon found out, thanks to Ryloth's distress call, that they came with invasion in mind. We were not happy about being deceived, so I was sent with most of the Fourth Fleet to discipline them, which led to their retreat today along with the brave tactics of your fleet, Admiral." He nodded at Easton. "The rest of Fourth Fleet will be arriving, with Admiral Stevens taking command when he gets here. Now, what will our response be? From the earlier conversation, I can assume more of Coredian assets are under threat from the Hyperboreans?"

"Yes. Melida/Daan is a world that supports the Rebellion through arms, supplies and politics. Protecting it is important to keep us from weakening further." Admiral Easton said, pulling up the world on a hologram. "While it has a small Rebel fleet in place, it won't be enough to tackle the...Hyperborean threat. That's where we come in, apparently."

For ND's benefit: "As you know, the planet Svivern has been cut off from the rest of the galaxy about one hour ago. Admiral Pellaeon believes that this is a prelude to a strike on the Melinda/Daan system. He wants us to send a force to intercept whatever the Hyperboreans will send and destroy it."

For ND's benefit: "As you know, the planet Svivern has been cut off from the rest of the galaxy about one hour ago. Admiral Pellaeon believes that this is a prelude to a strike on the Melinda/Daan system. He wants us to send a force to intercept whatever the Hyperboreans will send and destroy it."

"Well, I can give some insight on the situation. The Hyperboreans are a race of beings who use a mix of technology and organics, I don't know a lot about them, but I do know they mix both of them. That can be a dangerous combination, so we should be careful. We were asked to be an escort for them as they transplanted their civilization somewhere else, due to the Shivan threat. We were given coordinates, back at the galactic rim, and we brought them here, thinking they would find a homeworld and rebuild. We were rewarded and then we left. We soon found out, thanks to Ryloth's distress call, that they came with invasion in mind. We were not happy about being deceived, so I was sent with most of the Fourth Fleet to discipline them, which led to their retreat today along with the brave tactics of your fleet, Admiral." He nodded at Easton. "The rest of Fourth Fleet will be arriving, with Admiral Stevens taking command when he gets here. Now, what will our response be? From the earlier conversation, I can assume more of Coredian assets are under threat from the Hyperboreans?"

Hearing what her enemy was like and where it was they had to go next, the Commodore said, sighing, "Hmm....so we're dealing with a race of cyborgs that decided to pull a fast one and steal from us. Wow. I'm not sighing for you guys, I'm so sighing for them. They do not know what kind of trouble they're in."

She then leaned against a console, careful about NOT touching anything, as Gracie chirped from her floating laptop, "Melinda/Daan might be one possible target, but we can't rule out the possibility it's a feint. After all, they swindled the Initiative before, what makes us think they wouldn't try to pull a fast one again?"

The Commodore replied to Gracie, "Grace, if these people were fuckin' stupid enough to mess with both the GE and GFFA, they might be straightforward enough to attack Melinda/Daan."

They turned to the Allied commanders and said, "Right?" at once.

While The 'Shipmind' was trying to hack into the Hyperborian Ship, it would soon find out two things.

One was that The Main "Comptuer" of the Ship was not Machanical, but living. It Ship was a Mix of Machine and Organic Being. In Short it was living.

The Second was that It was letting the 'Shipmind' in. It should have known one thing; If a living Ship was going to let you take over, then you should start running, screaming away.

While The Shipmind thought it was takeing over, it was in fact being turned into a Puppet for The Hyperborian Ship. It would send it's Trasmission, with something encoded.

a Program that was made to look like part of the Trasmission. It was made to take over a enemy ship's Computer, namely to the ship known as 'The Wicked'. It also had Standing orders for the ship once it was taken over.

Standing Order Number One was "Kill The enemy"

Its own Crew.

OOC: I am not going to make it easy for you.




OOC:

The poster inticated he might do a revision of his post over MSN. I am waiting to see what he will do after I pointed out his organic computer would be screaming along with the organic crew instead of trying to resist.

Some time ago... Kala'uun City, Ryloth

Janeth Cherrington was the current senior representative on Ryloth. This was not an ambassadorial post, but rather, the head of a permanent trade mission in this remote part of the universe. The link here, on one of the upper levels of Kala’uun city, was a portal used to transport both people and goods.

Janeth’s job was actually purchasing agent for a large wine company, but because there was rarely more than a handful of C’tani on the planet, the involved groups had agreed to share responsibility for infrastructure, which sat in an extraterritorial enclave, like an embassy.

He was near the beginning of his month in charge of the portal, reviewing the last month’s statistics. The records of passage through the portal were always interesting.

Exports, Ryloth-C’tan, B493.2:

Labour:
Ettelëanduri (Domestic): 239 (Returned: 293 Commuting: 45,472)
Other: 19
Performers (Dance): 293 (Returned: 199 Commuting: 19,392)

Goods:
Consumer Products (Trans-shipped): 2t
Foodstuffs (Local, specialist): 5,399t
Foodstuffs (Trans-shipped, exotic): 8,838t
Jewellery (Local): 39t
Jewellery (Trans-shipped) 92t
Precious Metals (Local): 2t
Precious Metals (Trans-shipped): 289t
Wines (Local): 233t

Imports, C’tan-Ryloth, B493.2:

Goods:
Consumer Products (Local): 2,492t
Engineering Equipment (grade 3): 29,000t
Foodstuffs (General): 34,949t
Foodstuffs (Trans-shipped, General): 29,392t
Terraforming Equipment (grade 3): 3,950t
Weapons and Ammunition (Personal, Export): 29t
Weapons (Defensive Structures): 18t

Janeth looked up as a slight shiver went through the mountain, one that perhaps most people couldn’t feel; but he was, as were most of his people, gifted with an extensive suite of senses beyond those that evolution furnished. Standing, he walked to the edge of the office, into the main marshalling area where several twi’leks were headed for the portal. “What’s going on!” he demanded of the nearest passer by who looked like he knew what was happening. The rutian twi’lek blinked, “We’re under attack…”

Hub, Nova Coredia Orbital

Technically, at least, as far as most of the universe knew, the people gathered around the portal area were slaves; kidnapped from their homes and taken to some unknown place beyond even their own galaxy as part of an invader’s conspiracy. At times, Eratan, the C’tan in charge of the orbital even kept this illusion up for one purpose or another, but most often, the truth of that matter was acknowledged, in discourse if not in public statements. They were nothing of the sort.

At this moment, a small group of local officials – most of them grudgingly cooperative – were supervising the dispatch of food supplies. These were but one of dozens of commodities that small specialist factories here did something unusual with. Their job was simply to repackage standard C’tani supplies into more Coredian looking forms. There were even plants where this was done with export-standard armaments packages, from survival kits to strategic missiles (though there were few enough of these) to several variant ranges of supplies, even including such things as furniture and teaching aids.

The portal they were watching automated train systems passing these items through to was one of the larger ones on the hub station, droids catalogued everything that passed through the shimmering green wall to the Kopesh class light cruiser that typically fulfilled the role of patrolling the galaxy Ryloth was in.

Janeth’s destination was here, the portal to Ryloth being one of the smaller ones here.


There were actually very few that came through with him, despite the negative stereotypes of twi’leks, there were few that were willing to desert their homes, rather than fight against an invader. As it turned out, they did not need to. But the among the C’tan, the matter of the abortive invasion would not be permitted to slip by without response. While the trade relations with the planet Ryloth were insignificant, in the grand scheme of things, there were agreements, both explicit and tacit, for the C’tan to spare military aid, though it was most often in the form of squads of necrons and the patrol cruiser used in curbing slaver activities in nearby systems, at the behest of one clan or another. This however, was far more serious, and demanded more reprisal than the attention of a single ‘standard deployment’ of necrons.

OOC: Yep. Turns out I mentioned sending emissaries to establish trade relations with Ryloth after the Matenbuds... affair... and thus have an interest here.

The Bloody Battle of Svivern ended with over 50,000 Hyperborian Warriors killed, 50 Ships destroyed and 2,000 Fighters blasted out of the sky. It was a Bloody Battle, But The Hyperborians won.

Soon a New attack was being planned, a attack on The two Worlds of Meilda/Daan and Mustafar. Both would be large hit against The Galaxy that The Hyperborians would soon rule as a new home.

Already, The Hyperborians were planning on Massing Two Large Fleets against The two worlds.

The Bloody Battle of Svivern ended with over 50,000 Hyperborian Warriors killed, 50 Ships destroyed and 2,000 Fighters blasted out of the sky. It was a Bloody Battle, But The Hyperborians won.

Soon a New attack was being planned, a attack on The two Worlds of Meilda/Daan and Mustafar. Both would be large hit against The Galaxy that The Hyperborians would soon rule as a new home.

Already, The Hyperborians were planning on Massing Two Large Fleets against The two worlds.

OOC: You realise you can't just keep bumping along and going "LOL, I WINS!" You're losing a fuckton of stuff, so it stands to reason that there's resistance. Given that there is resistance, in our galaxy, it means it's either GE or GFFA-supported Rebels...Played by our side.

So, you wanna cut back on the presumption there, buddy?

OOC:


Also, our little encounter takes place before you can get fleets to those systems, even if they left before due to travel time. I might do something that would change your mind.

What have you decided in regards to your last post in our conflict? You mentioned you were considering changing it but hadn't posted anything yet..

The Marines and the Jedi approached, then the Jedi sensed something up ahead again. "Grenades."

Several grenades, this time of the plasma variety, were thrown up ahead. again, the Jedi use the Force to throw them farther to detonate and kill whatever trap is laid out for them...

Then It came out, form a Near By Hall way. The size of a Bus, It looked like robotic Wolf. Colored blue and Yellow, The Hyperborian Colors, It had One Large Gattling Blaster Cannon on it's Back and Two repeating Laser Cannons on its Sides. The Thing was surounded by a Energy Shield as powerful as that of any Starfighters.

The Death Droid.

It was a Killer Bio-Droid made for Combat and it was faceing down the enemy. Then it fired it's weapons.

Then It came out, form a Near By Hall way. The size of a Bus, It looked like robotic Wolf. Colored blue and Yellow, The Hyperborian Colors, It had One Large Gattling Blaster Cannon on it's Back and Two repeating Laser Cannons on its Sides. The Thing was surounded by a Energy Shield as powerful as that of any Starfighters.

The Death Droid.

It was a Killer Bio-Droid made for Combat and it was faceing down the enemy. Then it fired it's weapons.
Several marines were cut down by the weapons fire as the others retreated. The Jedi deflected many of the bolts back at it, noticing that it has a powerful energy shield. "The droid has a shield! Break out the ion grenades!"

Grenade launchers tossed powerful ion grenades at the droid while the Jedi lit it up with a powerful blast of lightning. Once the shield was down, the Jedi would finish it...

Soon a New attack was being planned, a attack on The two Worlds of Meilda/Daan and Mustafar. Both would be large hit against The Galaxy that The Hyperborians would soon rule as a new home.

Already, The Hyperborians were planning on Massing Two Large Fleets against The two worlds.

Dark Side

The Tenetian Fleet suddenly burst out of hyperspace over the boiling red planet of Mustafar. Torn by the immense gravitational fields of the system's gas giants, it was constantly in a state of hell, with hundreds, perhaps thousands of volcanoes gushing lava and toxic gases out into what amounts to the atmosphere.

It is here, that the Dark Jedi in charge of the fleet dispatched a message to Chronosian forces:

"We have arrived at the Mustafar System, the system most likely to come under assault by the enemy within the next day. We are ready."

=====

Light Side

Hearing what her enemy was like and where it was they had to go next, the Commodore said, sighing, "Hmm....so we're dealing with a race of cyborgs that decided to pull a fast one and steal from us. Wow. I'm not sighing for you guys, I'm so sighing for them. They do not know what kind of trouble they're in."

She then leaned against a console, careful about NOT touching anything, as Gracie chirped from her floating laptop, "Melinda/Daan might be one possible target, but we can't rule out the possibility it's a feint. After all, they swindled the Initiative before, what makes us think they wouldn't try to pull a fast one again?"

The Commodore replied to Gracie, "Grace, if these people were fuckin' stupid enough to mess with both the GE and GFFA, they might be straightforward enough to attack Melinda/Daan."

They turned to the Allied commanders and said, "Right?" at once.

"Hmm. You might have a point. Take the Master Tholme and Aayla Secura squadrons to Melinda/Daan. They have Artillery Star Destroyers with them." Admiral Easton suggested. "Along with your forces, that should be enough to defeat anything the Hyperboreans should field."

Light Side



"Hmm. You might have a point. Take the Master Tholme and Aayla Secura squadrons to Melinda/Daan. They have Artillery Star Destroyers with them." Admiral Easton suggested. "Along with your forces, that should be enough to defeat anything the Hyperboreans should field."

MacDougal nodded and said, "Right. So I'll have plenty of firepower." She thought about her options, and smiled. With a laugh, she said, "No problemo, Admiral. The Tholme and Secura Squadrons, plus Battlegroup Jailbreak and Battlegroup Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap will rough them up. Though to be honest, the guy running that outfit pisses me off; he so does NOT get my style."

She then yawns, and then says, "Well Grace? Whaddya think?"

"Lemme talk to Commodore Patel. Can I?"

MacDougal then says, "Sure. Authorization.....let's see..." She types in the keycode to let Gracie use communications, and then Patel is brought up on the screen.

Commodore Patel promptly said, "Good day, sirs." He salutes, being much more professional than his counterpart. He then goes, "The Plan?"

MacDougal then goes, "Alrighty, Commodore. I'm taking Secura and Tholme Squadrons with my boys to Melinda/Daan. We're apparently fighting a race of really aggressive yet stupid and sneaky cyborgs. They apparently want lebensraum. Naturally, we can't let them have said lebensraum, because it would come at our expense."

She then adds, in her candid and humorously arrogant way, "Besides, I can't imagine a civilization that swindles a GFFA member and then assaults both the GE and GFFA to have a long lifespan. If anything, I should give them a Darwin Award for this."

Patel nods, ignoring the last part, and says, "Well, lebensraum aside, what do I do?"

MacDougal retorts, "You go with me to Melinda/Daan and help me issue said Darwin Award to our unwelcome guests along with the Secura and Tholme Squadrons. After that, well, depends on what the Coredians and the Initiative want." She then turns to them and says, "Guys?"

OOC:

Still waiting Hataria......

OOC:


I've waited long enough for you to post what you are doing. I am using your last actions as they stand (see a few posts above for a quote of it). You said you would post a statement letting everyone know what you were doing and suddenly nothing at all.

OOC:




The post as it stands will not be effective.



While The 'Shipmind' was trying to hack into the Hyperborian Ship, it would soon find out two things.

One was that The Main "Comptuer" of the Ship was not Machanical, but living. It Ship was a Mix of Machine and Organic Being. In Short it was living, The Thing Screamed as it was being taken over, the Hyperborian Crew died because of the "Death Scream". The Reason was that it was deadly to them, since they were not Pisonic ike The Computer-Brian. It was like putting a Toad in a Microwave Oven.

The Second was that It was letting the 'Shipmind' in. It should have known one thing; If a living Ship was going to let you take over, then you should start running, screaming away.

While The Shipmind thought it was takeing over, it was in fact being turned into a Puppet for The Hyperborian Ship. It would send it's Trasmission, with something encoded.

a Program that was made to look like part of the Trasmission. It was made to take over a enemy ship's Computer, namely to the ship known as 'The Wicked'. It also had Standing orders for the ship once it was taken over.

Standing Order Number One was "Kill The enemy"

Its own Crew.

All Ten Fighters were destroyed.

OOC: I am not going to make it easy for you.



First: it is not “hacking” into your computer. It is “possessing” it like a spirit can do to a person. One attempts to use programming to take over the software processes of the computer while the other is actually becoming the computer itself, taking control of it’s form as if it’s mind were transported within another being. If you were to become the computer itself, the programming is moot.

Second: the fact the computer is an organic mind also makes it easier to take over because the effects of the Death Scream should stun the mind while it is being stuck in the feedback loop of fear. One in that state would not be able to create a program out of scratch and compile it. That takes higher mind functions and they are busy replaying all their fears at the moment. There is no actual damage done to the mind while it is under the fear effect but if you want to make it easy to kill you with that then I will use it. Thanks.

Third: In the description of my attack I mentioned organics are easier to take over because the Infection will be spread by the circulatory system of the living organism. I think I used the example of a cancer being distributed throughout the body by its blood flow.

If you were to read the post and take the hints I gave you, you would see the flaw I your post and have taken steps to change it. Instead you have only killed off your fighter escort and your people. Thanks, I can still use them anyways.

Now, the whole reason you are probably trying to keep the main goal of your post, your attempt at takeover. You tried this:

a Program that was made to look like part of the Trasmission. It was made to take over a enemy ship's Computer

Honestly, I have had more than a couple people post to me on MNS “Did you see what he is trying to do?”. The reason they did this is because my ships don’t use computers, they use a communal mind composed of all the Kython minds constructing the ship. That means you just tried to send over a series of binary to take control of a group mind make from 200 Kythons. Even if it was at all even remotely possible to take over a mind by showing it a string of 0’s and 1’s, it would be resisted by the group of 200 muttering “he wants us to do what?”.

That would be akin to something like this working on a human:

100111010010110001010101010101010100101010101010101010101101010001011010110101
000101011010100110110011010100110101010101010101011010101010110110101010100100
111010101010010100101010100101001101010110010101101010110101010101010100101010
101110101010101010101101010101010100101011010101010101100101011101010101100101


First Order:

I have just taken over your mind. You will post more often

While I feel I tried many times to hint about the first three points through IC and OOC posts and over MSN, I don’t feel like I tricked you about the last, it is called a ShipMIND after all. You even used the term yourself three times.

The following post is based on these points.








IC:




The takeover of the three corvettes went smoothly, the central computer itself fell under the effects of the Death Scream. The partially delusional computer hastily threw together bits of binary and sent it to The Wicked. The ship just ignored the transmission, obviously part of the delusion it was under. As parts of the computer’s organics were turned black by Infection, it was taken over. The awareness was compressed into an ever smaller point until it was confined in a prison cell of it’s own body, just as it’s other two sister ships were experiencing.

The ships, not actually trying to put up a defense against the Infection fell to it within minutes. The Shipmind felt cheated, it was looking forward to a challenge. The first ship to be infectes was during the ESUS-GFFA war and the New Dornalian ship’s computer actually tried to resist. For this reason the Shipminds actually liked Gracie and made a point to say “hello” when they could, out of pure respect.

These pushovers were a joke. A little infection and the ships start imagining they are Henry the Eighth or something. Where was the challenge?

The three newly acquired ships were fully under control now and they took positions alongside their new brethren. Once the schematics were memorized in the Kython Overmind, subtle changes began to occur in the ships as Grav Tubes were morphed into the unused parts of the ship.

Sporting the new weapon systems, all six ships began to unload their munitions at the distant forces. Grav Torps hit space and activated, forming their distinctive miniature black holes at their fronts and raced off to the distant fleets.

As they were being tacked, it was noticed none of them were aimed at any ships near the planet itself. It was as if they were afraid of any possible blowthrough striking the planet. The massive barrage of almost 1800 torps each began to home in on their targets, only breaking off and choosing a new target if the ship fled out system or to the planet.

After launching their payloads, the three new ships Uplifted with their dead crew and their captured AI, fading away into T-Space to return to base with all the info they will need. The two frigates and the destroyer stuck around to see how many ships would die.

Reality rent asunder as the five hundred soverign ships of the Wolfsbane Legion tore free into the space around Mustafar. It was a fine world to oppose the Excrement, a grand world to chose as a bastion. A source of raw materials for surrounding sectors and Imperial industry as a whole, it glowered like a flaming eye. Cabot smiled to see it, a world as maddened as he, a world whose core blazed with the same fury as his heart. He let his eyes closed, remembering the great vision that he had endured upon so many battlefields.

The skies were red, cracked with the fury of lightning and thunder, ground soaked through with so much gore...He had raised his eyes, half-blinded by spilled blood, and he had beheld, by the Gods he had beheld...An ocean of blood stretched out to the horizon, as if it engulfed the whole world, broken only by the mountain. A mountain of bone, of gleaming skulls, screaming to the heavens, blood weeping from empty eye-sockets. He remembered the unknowable power of the great brass throne that sat atop them, the glowering visage of its single occupant transfixing him with its howl of unstoppable rage.

Khorne. The Blood God. Lord of War. It was this fell master that Cabot served, spilling blood in his name across countless worlds, ripping the skulls from mortal men. He had his own throne, his own growing collection of skulls, all offered in the name of his Lord. He let his fists tighten about the handles of his great Chainaxes, his eyes suddenly open, his every fibre awake.

"Patch me through to the fleet. Patch me through to all gathered. Order them to broadcast it on every frequency, across every medium. Let all who dwell in this galaxy hear my voice; know my pronouncement!" He snapped at a nearby attendant, sending it scurrying into the crimson-tinged darkness. His voice echoed out now, alive with fury, tainted with hunger and rage.

People of the galaxy! Hear me! Know me! I am Cabot, Primarch and brother to Remiel himself! We stand at the edge of battle, my brothers! We stand as the vanguards! The Guardians of what is ours, what we have fought and bled for!

The Excrement comes, a cowardly race doomed to failure, a race of idolators and timid fools who ran from a distant threat, only to come here, to face down the Empire, to be burnt from this space. It matters not our allegiences, it matters not who the Excrement and their Whore-Khan threaten. What matters is that they will be opposed, seared from whatever worlds they attempt to occupy.

All who value their lives, their worlds, will rise up against these weaklings. You are strong where this mongrel-race relies on slave-thralls and trickery. They have no honor, they have no glory in them.

All that matters is that these pathetic whelps bleed and die for the glory of our Empire, for the glory of the Gods and the triumph of our armies! Bleed them! Bleed every last one of them and cast the filth into the void. Cast them out, broken and defeated, their entire culture in ruins, with the message scorched into their minds.

You are weak. You are nothing. You are the Excrement, and only death awaits you here!

While The Balroggans were kiddnaping three Corvette Analogs and the world of Svivren was now Hyperborian controled. one Ship was sent to scout The Melida/Daan System.

Hyperspace

The Rin-Shi (Battlecruiser Analog) known as The Dracul was on it's way to the system. It would have been good if two Hyperborians wre not yelling at each other.

"You promsied Me you would marry me!" General Ayame (http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/6798/InuYasha/ayame.jpg) said to The Summgler known as Koga (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v418/lyoko6789/Koga.jpg) "I never said anything like that." Koga said.

The Ship was crew not by Hyperborians (save for Ayame, Koga and a Few Hyperborian Warriors) but mainly by Ba'shans, Vixenians and Kuiamens. and The fight was something better then sitting around for a enemy attack.

The Two Continued yelling as The Dracul headed for Meilda/Daan.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=go0FyMgWjJc

And it began, as it usually does. An ally is attacked, drawing in nations that share the bond of treaty and law. Nations bound by ideology, nations bound by the neccessity of survival. This however was not one of those alliances, this one was of blood.

It had not been long since the planet Earth, under the new title, New Dornalia discovered their brothers and sisters in the stars, the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. As they rediscovered their long lost kin, despite set backs of history and culture, they also discovered similarities. Both were loud mouth, drunkards, who loved a good scrap and some classic rock.

Despite a rocky first contact over the planet Konoha, and the pagan Colonials vs the cylon worshiping Dornalians, they soon found out that there is more to national relations than mere ideology. They were truly of the same heritage, they were the thirteen colonies of Kobol.

And so began their first mission, under the new flag, after all the debates and worries. The United Colonies began to gear up their war machines, despite internal differences, to combat a new foe, a foe that threatened the GFFA, to which Earth belonged, as well as the Galactic Empire which the Twelve Sisters sided with. How could there be a better test of their national resolve than this?

In Orbit of Earth.

Thirteen points of light appeared, over the long lost colony, as the Warstar Zeus, one of three in the warstar line, appeared along with twelve Mercury Class battlestars. Originally designed as a peaceful mission, it was anything but. Twelve hours before, Emperor Remiel had informed Admiral Cain of the Colonies of an impending attack against the Empire. How could she refuse, as the Colonies were allied with the warmaster, and the Balroggan Ta’Nar that currently fought off this most foolish foe.

The Coredians also fought against them, allied to the Dornalians, long friends of the planet earth. The Masaki’s fought and bled against this enemy. Thus the conditions were right, when the matter went to the Quorum. The vote was cast and it was unanimous. The Steepe Empire had to fall.

Soon the battlestars slowly began their orbit of the capitol of New Dornalia. Admiral Hallen, looked out to the small blue world, on draidus. She smiled slightly at this myth that laid before her. “Is everything ready?” she asked.

“All signs appear to be sir.” One of the enlisted men replied. She smiled a carnal smile. Today she would prove her worth to the gods, and to her ultimate lord, Remiel. Today blood would spill for the warp. She reached down, and picked up the phone.

“This is the Zeus Actual, to the Red Navy. We are prepared for the game. Send us an ETA of when your vessels will be ready, and estimates on how long it will take your FTL to get to the stadium.” She then hung up. She lowered her head for a moment, “Lets just hope Helena knows what she is doing trusting them.” Admiral Hallen said to herself, as she awaited their response.

(I might be away for a few days due to RL. If I am not online, ND has full rights to play my ships and characters.)

Reality rent asunder as the five hundred soverign ships of the Wolfsbane Legion tore free into the space around Mustafar. It was a fine world to oppose the Excrement, a grand world to chose as a bastion. A source of raw materials for surrounding sectors and Imperial industry as a whole, it glowered like a flaming eye. Cabot smiled to see it, a world as maddened as he, a world whose core blazed with the same fury as his heart. He let his eyes closed, remembering the great vision that he had endured upon so many battlefields.

The skies were red, cracked with the fury of lightning and thunder, ground soaked through with so much gore...He had raised his eyes, half-blinded by spilled blood, and he had beheld, by the Gods he had beheld...An ocean of blood stretched out to the horizon, as if it engulfed the whole world, broken only by the mountain. A mountain of bone, of gleaming skulls, screaming to the heavens, blood weeping from empty eye-sockets. He remembered the unknowable power of the great brass throne that sat atop them, the glowering visage of its single occupant transfixing him with its howl of unstoppable rage.

Khorne. The Blood God. Lord of War. It was this fell master that Cabot served, spilling blood in his name across countless worlds, ripping the skulls from mortal men. He had his own throne, his own growing collection of skulls, all offered in the name of his Lord. He let his fists tighten about the handles of his great Chainaxes, his eyes suddenly open, his every fibre awake.

"Patch me through to the fleet. Patch me through to all gathered. Order them to broadcast it on every frequency, across every medium. Let all who dwell in this galaxy hear my voice; know my pronouncement!" He snapped at a nearby attendant, sending it scurrying into the crimson-tinged darkness. His voice echoed out now, alive with fury, tainted with hunger and rage.

People of the galaxy! Hear me! Know me! I am Cabot, Primarch and brother to Remiel himself! We stand at the edge of battle, my brothers! We stand as the vanguards! The Guardians of what is ours, what we have fought and bled for!

The Excrement comes, a cowardly race doomed to failure, a race of idolators and timid fools who ran from a distant threat, only to come here, to face down the Empire, to be burnt from this space. It matters not our allegiences, it matters not who the Excrement and their Whore-Khan threaten. What matters is that they will be opposed, seared from whatever worlds they attempt to occupy.

All who value their lives, their worlds, will rise up against these weaklings. You are strong where this mongrel-race relies on slave-thralls and trickery. They have no honor, they have no glory in them.

All that matters is that these pathetic whelps bleed and die for the glory of our Empire, for the glory of the Gods and the triumph of our armies! Bleed them! Bleed every last one of them and cast the filth into the void. Cast them out, broken and defeated, their entire culture in ruins, with the message scorched into their minds.

You are weak. You are nothing. You are the Excrement, and only death awaits you here!

Big Mistake, The Hyperborians would soon to use this for Propagana against The Chronosians. Soon the Cries of Infidels was sounding in Hyperborian Controled Space.

The Hyperborians were turning The peoples on The planets they controled against The Chronosians and The Galactic Empire.

“This is the Zeus Actual, to the Red Navy. We are prepared for the game. Send us an ETA of when your vessels will be ready, and estimates on how long it will take your FTL to get to the stadium.” She then hung up. She lowered her head for a moment, “Lets just hope Helena knows what she is doing trusting them.” Admiral Hallen said to herself, as she awaited their response.

JRCCC, San Diego, CA, Earth SSR

"Comrade Commissar! New contacts in orbit!"

The screens in the War Room lit up, as new contacts emerged in Earth's orbit. However, upon examining them, one of the other adjutants said, "Wait. It's the Colonial Fleet Section." With a snicker, the adjutant said, "It's nothing to worry about."

The Commissar then said, "They're friendlies."

As this assessment was made, Hallen's transmission got through. The reply from the People's Navy was swift, delivered in a slight Southern accent, Chuck Yeager style.

"Zeus Actual, this is Jay-Are-Triple See from San Diego, in sunny Southern California. Our boys have already left for Ryloth. Shouldn't take too long for ya to get there, with yer FTL drives. Reports indicate no FTLi so far, over."

Admiral Hallen smacked the table, in anger. "Why in the hell didn't anyone tell us that their fleet was already at Ryloth." she said in anger.

"Sir Earth is ten thousand light years from Picon. Perhaps they sent the message but it will take a while to get there." one of the enlistedmen said trying to find an excuse.

"Not that it matters." she replied. "Prepare jump caculations to Ryloth, and tell the fleet to jump."

"Yes sir."

She then picked up the phone. "San Diego, this is Zeus actual. As soon as refits are done, the other seven battlestars will jump into orbit to begin operation give and take." Zeus out.

As the message ended, Lt. Handon turned to his Admiral. "Caculations complete Admiral, fleet reports board is green."

"Good, prepare for combat jump."

"Yes sir." he replied, as he picked up the ship to ship. "This is the Zeus, all hands, set condition one and prepare for combat jump. With that, the Thirteen Colonial Vessels vanished, reappearing at Ryloth, to begin to take up arms along side their friends and allies.

Big Mistake, The Hyperborians would soon to use this for Propagana against The Chronosians. Soon the Cries of Infidels was sounding in Hyperborian Controled Space.

The Hyperborians were turning The peoples on The planets they controled against The Chronosians and The Galactic Empire.

OOC: Wanna elaborate on the how there, sport? See, our people aren't going to side with you automatically because you're invading filth who've laid siege to their homes...They're also our people so you get no real say in their opinions, and damn sure don't get to automatically start "turning them against us."

You might wanna rethink that. Also, infidel suits me just fine. You're just fanning my fire :D

Meanwhile, the barrage of 1800 Grav Torps were closing in on their targets which apparently have not moved any.

If they reach their targets it will be messy.


OOC:

Don't forget about these too...

The methodical ticking of Tarkins pocket watch clicked prophetically over the muffled silence of the command pit. Perched on every second the young man counted every moment vital in the coming hour. His plan, his stratagem was perfect to deal with these alien invaders and to insure the coming victory Tarkin wisely instituted his Fathers most favoured of policies.

Fear.

The holographic map of Sviveren glistened a bright red as various incidence angles and trajectories were plotted, considered perfect for the most optimum of base delta zeros. Examining it painstakingly he savoured the joy which he would experience at these invaders horror to the extent the empire is willing to go, to insure purity amongst its lands.

Suffering, plague and pestilence is what the Imperial armada would bring, fire is what they would reign and joy is what they would reap. Their worlds taken, Imperial worlds which had cowardly surrendered would surely be liberated, liberated in licking flames.

“Commander.” Captain Hislith saluted to Tarkin. “We are about to emerge from Hyperspace, we are awaiting your command for fleet distribution.” Tarkin, like his father clasped his arms tightly behind his back, licking his lips with a considered swipe of his tongue.

“Move the fleet into a standard viper formation, alert all captains that there are to be no boardings, survivors or evidence of this stain existing in our Galaxy. The emperor has demanded complete disintegrations.” Tarkin turned back to his hologram of Svivren growing more and more eager to begin his string of victories.

Tarkin had always waited for a chance like this, to defend the Galaxy of invading hordes of aliens. It would generate vast political capital, as well as advancing his rank at least two levels depending on the scale of the success. The emperor was most certainly watching him, least of all because his father had been Vaders largest enemy, and yet his staunchest ally. He couldn’t let this victory be too compelling lest the emperor grow peeved at his success.

The fleet emerged from hyperspace into the Svivren system and the display adjusted accordingly. A force of enemy vessels was located dotted around the main settlement. “Advance the fleet in attack formation, have all fighters and bombers launched and have them protect the fleet. All main batteries are to attack their capital ship flanks and being the bombardment in concordance with our firing solutions.” Tarkin stopped for a moment and reflected on his orders, they were perfect.

OOC: The fleet is a standard Imperial deployment, in a wedge ship with the Super Star Destroyer Sovereign upon point. The way the fleet stands attacking from the front, or either side puts you in the full firing arc of every capital ships main batteries. There are about 80 ISD’s, 60 Victory Star Destroyers, 60 Carrack Cruisers, 40 Lancers, 50 Tartans, and 10 Troop Carriers on the systems edge.

The methodical ticking of Tarkins pocket watch clicked prophetically over the muffled silence of the command pit. Perched on every second the young man counted every moment vital in the coming hour. His plan, his stratagem was perfect to deal with these alien invaders and to insure the coming victory Tarkin wisely instituted his Fathers most favoured of policies.

Fear.

The holographic map of Sviveren glistened a bright red as various incidence angles and trajectories were plotted, considered perfect for the most optimum of base delta zeros. Examining it painstakingly he savoured the joy which he would experience at these invaders horror to the extent the empire is willing to go, to insure purity amongst its lands.

Suffering, plague and pestilence is what the Imperial armada would bring, fire is what they would reign and joy is what they would reap. Their worlds taken, Imperial worlds which had cowardly surrendered would surely be liberated, liberated in licking flames.

“Commander.” Captain Hislith saluted to Tarkin. “We are about to emerge from Hyperspace, we are awaiting your command for fleet distribution.” Tarkin, like his father clasped his arms tightly behind his back, licking his lips with a considered swipe of his tongue.

“Move the fleet into a standard viper formation, alert all captains that there are to be no boardings, survivors or evidence of this stain existing in our Galaxy. The emperor has demanded complete disintegrations.” Tarkin turned back to his hologram of Svivren growing more and more eager to begin his string of victories.

Tarkin had always waited for a chance like this, to defend the Galaxy of invading hordes of aliens. It would generate vast political capital, as well as advancing his rank at least two levels depending on the scale of the success. The emperor was most certainly watching him, least of all because his father had been Vaders largest enemy, and yet his staunchest ally. He couldn’t let this victory be too compelling lest the emperor grow peeved at his success.

The fleet emerged from hyperspace into the Svivren system and the display adjusted accordingly. A force of enemy vessels was located dotted around the main settlement. “Advance the fleet in attack formation, have all fighters and bombers launched and have them protect the fleet. All main batteries are to attack their capital ship flanks and being the bombardment in concordance with our firing solutions.” Tarkin stopped for a moment and reflected on his orders, they were perfect.

OOC: The fleet is a standard Imperial deployment, in a wedge ship with the Super Star Destroyer Sovereign upon point. The way the fleet stands attacking from the front, or either side puts you in the full firing arc of every capital ships main batteries. There are about 80 ISD’s, 60 Victory Star Destroyers, 60 Carrack Cruisers, 40 Lancers, 50 Tartans, and 10 Troop Carriers on the systems edge.

The Fleet over Svivren soon turned to face the enemy fleet. Unlike The wedge shape that the enemy was in, The Hyperborians were in a Formation that looked more like a Crescent. This was known as " Te Khai Ayyahaya Hatar" or in Basic, The Killer Crescent Moon. I was a Tactic that was made to Handle Wedge Attacks.

Soon The Fighters soon started pooring out of ther Hangers and headed for the enemy ships.

Tarkin viewed the enemy forces as they repositioned on the holographic grid. Sending in fighter waves without capital ship escort was next to suicide with the Empires anti fighters vessels amongst the fleet. "Order the all fighters to be deployed in the central grid, have them mop up anything that makes it through." Tarkin stepped away from the holoprojection.

Through the battlenet, information streamed in as vessels of the fleet relayed readiness for combat. The Tartan frigates had alreadytaken their position with firing solutions ascertained, though it would be four minutes before the ships were within range of the smaller guns.

The projection flickered with its update clearly presenting the enemy adopting a crescent formation. This to Tarkins fore-knowledge would require Imperial vessels to advance if they were to be enveloped, instead he decided to hold range at maximum and bombard their forces.

At two million kilometres Imperial forces opened fire, shooting through the oncoming fighter wave, intent on destroying the stationary and vulnerable capital vessels.

Tarkin viewed the enemy forces as they repositioned on the holographic grid. Sending in fighter waves without capital ship escort was next to suicide with the Empires anti fighters vessels amongst the fleet. "Order the all fighters to be deployed in the central grid, have them mop up anything that makes it through." Tarkin stepped away from the holoprojection.

Through the battlenet, information streamed in as vessels of the fleet relayed readiness for combat. The Tartan frigates had alreadytaken their position with firing solutions ascertained, though it would be four minutes before the ships were within range of the smaller guns.

The projection flickered with its update clearly presenting the enemy adopting a crescent formation. This to Tarkins fore-knowledge would require Imperial vessels to advance if they were to be enveloped, instead he decided to hold range at maximum and bombard their forces.

At two million kilometres Imperial forces opened fire, shooting through the oncoming fighter wave, intent on destroying the stationary and vulnerable capital vessels.

The Fighters then suddenly turned back, heading for the Capital Ships, which were now moveing to engage the enemy Fleet. The Ships were now reforming from a Te Khai Ayyahaya Hatar, divideing into Three battle groups. The Three groups were soon fireing weapons against the enemy ships. Shields holding against enemy fire. The Center group fired against one ship, The enemy Flagship. Anti-Matter Missiles and Long Ranged Turbolaser fire concentrated against that enemy.

But there were loses on The Hyperborian Side, three Cruisers were detroyed by enemy fire and a few fighters were slamed by enemy fire as they turned back.

and the Hyperborians were calling for renforcements.

“On a hill far away lay a ragged old man, his empire divided and house torn apart, there was nowhere he could stand.” Tarkin chuckled at the verse from Eristhmis first poem. These invaders were certainly pushing their luck, emulating Hirshians work almost perfectly.

“Charge the forward superlaser cannon and fire into the main attack group.” Tarkin commanded his second. “Order Star Destroyer groups one and two to maintain position, with fighter escorts holding within the centre. I want the fleet to accelerate to flank speed and engage with their centre force at point blank range.”

The Sovereign, guarded on each flank had strengthened her forward sections with each shield buttress supplemented by power from both port and starboard. With each section relatively invulnerable from direct attack from the enemy, there was little tangible impact to her shield strength, with the behemoth more than capable at absorbing the current attack.

“Main cannon at 50%.”

Tarkin moved towards the primary command console and began inputting commands into the battlenet. “Commodore Trilis, do you know why the enemy have already lost this engagement?” Tarkin asked inquisitively while his subordinate looked up from his own console.

“They have divided their forces admiral.”

“Excellent commodore, but what about the way in which they divided their forces has sealed their defeat?” The commodore remained silent as he turned towards the holographic projection only a few meters away. “It is commodore, because they have run each of their attack groups along both flanks of our fleet in an attempt to engulf us. But, they are outnumbered, and our forces are in position to fire exactly fifty percent of our armament capability at only one third of their forces, along either side. Do you see commodore.” Tarkin highlighted two sections along the hologrid.

“What about their centre force admiral?”

“They are bombarding this flagship in futility commodore, they could have presented a danger had they pushed into the centre of our formation three minutes ago, but that chance has passed.”

“Main Cannon at 100%.”

Tarkin adjusted his composure. “Engage the faster than light inhibitor field, and fire the main cannon at discretion. The emperor has commanded no survivors and no alien escapees.” Tarkin licked his thin dry lips.

“You see commodore, the enemy can now only impact one third of our forces in its entirety, while they themselves have been terminally exposed by three hundred percent, while diminishing their firepower by one third. Along with.” The super laser rocked the bridge slightly as it discharged into the forward enemy concentration. “Their outdated weaponry, we shouldn’t have much of a problem. Anti-matter.” Tarkin shook his head. “Only barbarians use those antiquities.”

Outside the relatively harmony of the flagship, the situation was one of torrential carnage and horror. The enemy centre, was being bombarded by the Sovereigns superlaser, each vessel being targeted in turn, while the two other groups strafed along the side of the wedge, being bombarded by the super heavy capital guns of the Imperial Star destroyers.

Tartan frigates dotted amongst the super capital ships, targeted any enemy fighters that dared to get too close, while in comfortable safety they also picked out enemy missiles and torpedoes at random.

With the enemy bomber and fighter force spread three ways. Their capital ship forces spread three ways, Tarkin ordered the full committing of all Imperial fighter and bomber squadrons to the starboard enemy attack group, labelled sigma 2. In twine with capital bombardment, the swarming was commenced.

“Textbook Tarkin exclaimed. You see commodore, now they are in a significant problem. To support sigma 2 they must either send in fighter and bomber sqadrons through our own formations, taking them into range of our anti fighter vessels, or arc them out of range, taking them out of combat for at least three minutes. Which, by such a time as they can attack, we will have recalled our own forces and begin the same again on sigma 1 on the port side of our formation.” Tarkin paced up the bridge windows as a bright flash dominated the space scape. It was a detonation of an Imperial star destroyer, the first loss of the battle. “Order the Moralises to fill that gap from the reserve core.” Tarkin commanded, before waiting to see the enemies next move. It would have to be impressive since the enemy now had no chance of escape, or reinforcements.

Yet, events would take a further turn for the worse for these aliens, as the Chronosians communicated through the battlenet, their desire to emerge from the warp. It would be timed perfectly. Behind their formations, the inhibitor field would be lowered, allowing the scourge of Khrone to enter and ravage whatever was left by the time they had arrived.

Tarkin decided to begin work on his log entry, titling it THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK.

“On a hill far away lay a ragged old man, his empire divided and house torn apart, there was nowhere he could stand.” Tarkin chuckled at the verse from Eristhmis first poem. These invaders were certainly pushing their luck, emulating Hirshians work almost perfectly.

“Charge the forward superlaser cannon and fire into the main attack group.” Tarkin commanded his second. “Order Star Destroyer groups one and two to maintain position, with fighter escorts holding within the centre. I want the fleet to accelerate to flank speed and engage with their centre force at point blank range.”

The Sovereign, guarded on each flank had strengthened her forward sections with each shield buttress supplemented by power from both port and starboard. With each section relatively invulnerable from direct attack from the enemy, there was little tangible impact to her shield strength, with the behemoth more than capable at absorbing the current attack.

“Main cannon at 50%.”

Tarkin moved towards the primary command console and began inputting commands into the battlenet. “Commodore Trilis, do you know why the enemy have already lost this engagement?” Tarkin asked inquisitively while his subordinate looked up from his own console.

“They have divided their forces admiral.”

“Excellent commodore, but what about the way in which they divided their forces has sealed their defeat?” The commodore remained silent as he turned towards the holographic projection only a few meters away. “It is commodore, because they have run each of their attack groups along both flanks of our fleet in an attempt to engulf us. But, they are outnumbered, and our forces are in position to fire exactly fifty percent of our armament capability at only one third of their forces, along either side. Do you see commodore.” Tarkin highlighted two sections along the hologrid.

“What about their centre force admiral?”

“They are bombarding this flagship in futility commodore, they could have presented a danger had they pushed into the centre of our formation three minutes ago, but that chance has passed.”

“Main Cannon at 100%.”

Tarkin adjusted his composure. “Engage the faster than light inhibitor field, and fire the main cannon at discretion. The emperor has commanded no survivors and no alien escapees.” Tarkin licked his thin dry lips.

“You see commodore, the enemy can now only impact one third of our forces in its entirety, while they themselves have been terminally exposed by three hundred percent, while diminishing their firepower by one third. Along with.” The super laser rocked the bridge slightly as it discharged into the forward enemy concentration. “Their outdated weaponry, we shouldn’t have much of a problem. Anti-matter.” Tarkin shook his head. “Only barbarians use those antiquities.”

Outside the relatively harmony of the flagship, the situation was one of torrential carnage and horror. The enemy centre, was being bombarded by the Sovereigns superlaser, each vessel being targeted in turn, while the two other groups strafed along the side of the wedge, being bombarded by the super heavy capital guns of the Imperial Star destroyers.

Tartan frigates dotted amongst the super capital ships, targeted any enemy fighters that dared to get too close, while in comfortable safety they also picked out enemy missiles and torpedoes at random.

With the enemy bomber and fighter force spread three ways. Their capital ship forces spread three ways, Tarkin ordered the full committing of all Imperial fighter and bomber squadrons to the starboard enemy attack group, labelled sigma 2. In twine with capital bombardment, the swarming was commenced.

“Textbook Tarkin exclaimed. You see commodore, now they are in a significant problem. To support sigma 2 they must either send in fighter and bomber sqadrons through our own formations, taking them into range of our anti fighter vessels, or arc them out of range, taking them out of combat for at least three minutes. Which, by such a time as they can attack, we will have recalled our own forces and begin the same again on sigma 1 on the port side of our formation.” Tarkin paced up the bridge windows as a bright flash dominated the space scape. It was a detonation of an Imperial star destroyer, the first loss of the battle. “Order the Moralises to fill that gap from the reserve core.” Tarkin commanded, before waiting to see the enemies next move. It would have to be impressive since the enemy now had no chance of escape, or reinforcements.

Yet, events would take a further turn for the worse for these aliens, as the Chronosians communicated through the battlenet, their desire to emerge from the warp. It would be timed perfectly. Behind their formations, the inhibitor field would be lowered, allowing the scourge of Khrone to enter and ravage whatever was left by the time they had arrived.

Tarkin decided to begin work on his log entry, titling it THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK.

20 Ships of the Center Group were now destroyed. but did this force The Hyperborians to run?

No.

Soon on All HoloNet Channels came a Cry, not of fear, but of War and Blood. These words were heard by all:

Khai no Ayanihya no Hachiman!

It was Hyperborian for "Death and Glory for Hachiman!" Being a warrior Race, Death was thought of by the Hyperborians as the path to Glory. To die in battle was to go to Hachiman's Table.

The Hyperborian Fleet was now attacking very hard, Laser fire, Missiles and Tropedoes were fired against The enemy Fleet as The Hyperborians started to close in for Point-blank Range.

OOC:

Why are you ignoring my attacks?

In Post # 121, I used this attack:

As they were being tacked, it was noticed none of them were aimed at any ships near the planet itself. It was as if they were afraid of any possible blowthrough striking the planet. The massive barrage of almost 1800 torps each began to home in on their targets, only breaking off and choosing a new target if the ship fled out system or to the planet.

Since then, you have posted 5 times (Posts 123, 125, 131, 133, and 135). I even reminded you in Post 129 with this message:

Meanwhile, the barrage of 1800 Grav Torps were closing in on their targets which apparently have not moved any.

If they reach their targets it will be messy.


OOC:

Don't forget about these too...

How long can we players wait for an ignored attack to hit before we can legally assume the said attack hits without resistance? That is a question I would like feedback on. It is perfectly clear you have had the time to compose and post replies five times and I reminded you clearly in the middle of those. I ask if I can soon call the damage if I need to in order to continue the RP because you have ICly disregarded my attack as potentially being harmless even though it is going to rip apart any ship in the way. If you swung a bat at me in RL and I did nothing to dodge or stop you, you are going to smack me and seriously mess me up. Right now I am swinging an 1800 gravtorp bat at your forces and they are going to get seriously messed up and knocked out of the park. You are just standing there doing nothing to avoid it and will reap the penalties of losing all those ships for your reinforcements and campaigns. Those were battleship and carriers you need for your attack, not simple fighters. A gravtorp can eat a fighter without noticing it was in the way, literally.

What am I supposed to do? Wait forever for you to post while you use those same forces that are getting hit in my attack for reinforcements in other attacks? That is not fair for the other players because those forces might not have lasted the attack or been damaged enough that they would not be able to attack. This is true because the attack happened before the other ones did. In the timeline, you have dragged this out so far that you should have my ten minute encounter happening with what would be a day or two later. This makes it look like you are doing this deliberately so you can claim your forces were not there.

If this keeps up I will ask for the GE to consider placing an IGNORE upon this whole thing unless you post and keep posting properly. This is the last time I will give you this warning, the next time I will start the petition process with the GE members participating in this Thread.

This is Strike Two, one more and you are Out.

Reality seemed to explode around the approaching Imperial fleet, as the warp disgorged into real-space. There was, but for a second, a vast writhing may of ethereal energy, crackling around the ships held like flies in the miasma of its web. Five hundred Chronosian ships slid forth like daggers across the void, utterly silent as they slid into position. Among them were such ancient and venerable ships as The Sight Pestilant and the Once more for the Tallymen. Each was a corroded hulk, ancient hulls lined with putrescent buboes, touched by the corrupting power of Nurgle. It was almost as if rot and corruption held them together, some terrible portion of Nurgle's power and domain gifted the right to roam freely across the cosmos.

For it was Nurgle's chosen who struck out with gnarled and frightful claw, not the berzerk servants of Khorne.

They fired. A terrible, near simultaneous, barrage opening up against the ships of the Excrement. Let them crave death, let them think it their way out, their final solution, before the gifts of Nurgle such thoughts were petty and vain. Were the Excrement more worthy of rot and decay than others? Should they be doubly blessed? Of course not. Nurgle caters to an ungrateful galaxy, one which does not accept the joviality of his nature nor the love of his divine gifts. Not like Lucian.

Lucian chuckled dryly as he observed from the bridge of his flagship, the vessel rocking as it too sent forth its share of massive shells and focussed lance barrages. Even now projectiles as large as buildings were arcing through the heavens, laced with the divine putresence. Fighters were readying for the moments when they could launch and prey; swiftdeaths, Hell Talons...Doomfire Bombers. So many hungered to have their own taste of combat, to honor Nurgle with fresh death, new toys from which to craft the divine pestilences...One more great plague to be counted by the Tallymen.

"Inform the Grand Moff of our support. Ask him his plans for our tactical distribution, and focus fire on the arms. We'll collapse their feeble crescent and be done with this mongrel bastard race."

OOC:

Why are you ignoring my attacks?

In Post # 121, I used this attack:



Since then, you have posted 5 times (Posts 123, 125, 131, 133, and 135). I even reminded you in Post 129 with this message:



How long can we players wait for an ignored attack to hit before we can legally assume the said attack hits without resistance? That is a question I would like feedback on. It is perfectly clear you have had the time to compose and post replies five times and I reminded you clearly in the middle of those. I ask if I can soon call the damage if I need to in order to continue the RP because you have ICly disregarded my attack as potentially being harmless even though it is going to rip apart any ship in the way. If you swung a bat at me in RL and I did nothing to dodge or stop you, you are going to smack me and seriously mess me up. Right now I am swinging an 1800 gravtorp bat at your forces and they are going to get seriously messed up and knocked out of the park. You are just standing there doing nothing to avoid it and will reap the penalties of losing all those ships for your reinforcements and campaigns. Those were battleship and carriers you need for your attack, not simple fighters. A gravtorp can eat a fighter without noticing it was in the way, literally.

What am I supposed to do? Wait forever for you to post while you use those same forces that are getting hit in my attack for reinforcements in other attacks? That is not fair for the other players because those forces might not have lasted the attack or been damaged enough that they would not be able to attack. This is true because the attack happened before the other ones did. In the timeline, you have dragged this out so far that you should have my ten minute encounter happening with what would be a day or two later. This makes it look like you are doing this deliberately so you can claim your forces were not there.

If this keeps up I will ask for the GE to consider placing an IGNORE upon this whole thing unless you post and keep posting properly. This is the last time I will give you this warning, the next time I will start the petition process with the GE members participating in this Thread.

This is Strike Two, one more and you are Out.

I am trying to think of how to respond to it, give me some time ok?

a Few hours ago.

The Hyperborian Main Fleet had now started Jumping into Hyperspace, leaveing The Alzoc System. All they left behind was Small Defense Fleet of 20 Cruiser analogs and one Battleship Analog. The last Ship left with Altrth just as The enemy Torps hit, and hit Hard. The Defense Fleet was trashed, Blasted to bits.

leaveing only 30,000 Troops on The Planet.

Now

Not knowning what happened at Alzoc III, the Main fleet was getting ready for another move from Kal'Shebbol to the ruined planet of Naboo, and The Attack on Meilda/Daan. The Planet Altrth was to go into another Operation. to capture the planet known as Obroa-skai, with its immense libraries and wealth of galactic knowledge was crucial in providing the Hyperborians with key intelligence and information on the various species and worlds of this Galaxy.

The Invasion would continue.

bump: IC Post later

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Peoples of The Galaxy, I am Khan Alexandria, Ruler of The Hyperborians. I am here to tell you that we will not be forced out by The Imperials and their Infidel Allies.

Why Fight against us? Why fallow your mad leaders to your deaths? I am here to call on all Races to rebel against the Empire and The Chronosian Infidels. Throw off your chains and join us, The Hyperborian Extragalactic Empire.

The Infidels feed you lies, hate. They and thier Sith allies are evil. Tht is why I Will Declare a end to The Invasion if you, all of you, The Races of This galaxy do one thing.....Kill all Sith and Infidels and bring us their heads.

*End of Message*

MacDougal nodded and said, "Right. So I'll have plenty of firepower." She thought about her options, and smiled. With a laugh, she said, "No problemo, Admiral. The Tholme and Secura Squadrons, plus Battlegroup Jailbreak and Battlegroup Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap will rough them up. Though to be honest, the guy running that outfit pisses me off; he so does NOT get my style."

She then yawns, and then says, "Well Grace? Whaddya think?"

"Lemme talk to Commodore Patel. Can I?"

MacDougal then says, "Sure. Authorization.....let's see..." She types in the keycode to let Gracie use communications, and then Patel is brought up on the screen.

Commodore Patel promptly said, "Good day, sirs." He salutes, being much more professional than his counterpart. He then goes, "The Plan?"

MacDougal then goes, "Alrighty, Commodore. I'm taking Secura and Tholme Squadrons with my boys to Melinda/Daan. We're apparently fighting a race of really aggressive yet stupid and sneaky cyborgs. They apparently want lebensraum. Naturally, we can't let them have said lebensraum, because it would come at our expense."

She then adds, in her candid and humorously arrogant way, "Besides, I can't imagine a civilization that swindles a GFFA member and then assaults both the GE and GFFA to have a long lifespan. If anything, I should give them a Darwin Award for this."

Patel nods, ignoring the last part, and says, "Well, lebensraum aside, what do I do?"

MacDougal retorts, "You go with me to Melinda/Daan and help me issue said Darwin Award to our unwelcome guests along with the Secura and Tholme Squadrons. After that, well, depends on what the Coredians and the Initiative want." She then turns to them and says, "Guys?"
"Sounds like a plan." Admiral Easton nodded. "I'll notify the respective captains to be placed under temporary command of Patel. In the meantime we should start reconnaissance against the enemy. See how much they've gained so far and if it's possible to conduct a counterassault and drive them out of the galaxy."

Then a number of flashes occurred as hyperspace opened up to reveal several dozen black-hulled ships as well as the Battlestar Konoha and her battlegroup.

"Sir, the Third Fleet and the Konoha have just arrived." Chief intoned over the intercom.

"Very well. It looks like our reinforcements have arrived. We have everything in place..." Admiral Easton smiled. "And soon the enemy will wish they have never known us."

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Peoples of The Galaxy, I am Khan Alexandria, Ruler of The Hyperborians. I am here to tell you that we will not be forced out by The Imperials and their Infidel Allies.

Why Fight against us? Why fallow your mad leaders to your deaths? I am here to call on all Races to rebel against the Empire and The Chronosian Infidels. Throw off your chains and join us, The Hyperborian Extragalactic Empire.

The Infidels feed you lies, hate. They and thier Sith allies are evil. Tht is why I Will Declare a end to The Invasion if you, all of you, The Races of This galaxy do one thing.....Kill all Sith and Infidels and bring us their heads.

*End of Message*
So...these...Hyperborians think that because they invade the Corusca Galaxy, the trillions of beings in said galaxy would happily give up their comfortable lifestyle and join an empire that disrupted their lives? I think not! Perhaps it was time to send an appropriate message to this Khan, who is not even worthy enough to lick a Padawan's boots, much less mine. As one of the heads of assorted alliances against the Empire, I certainly would want to ensure that the Hyperborians were actually worthy of joining the Alliance, much less the GFFA, but currently, they were found wanting. Or at least I believed listening to the reports from my frontline commanders. Still, it didn't hurt to parlay with my counterpart for now, especially if I can "persuade" her to stop attacking GFFA-held worlds and go elsewhere.

So, with that in mind, I began to compose a message to the Khan...

"Greetings, Khan Alexandria. I am Emperor Daniel Masaki of Coredia, Founding Member of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances and Member of the High Jedi Council. I have heard your message and I find it interesting that you would seek to fight the Empire. Perhaps we should meet face-to-face to discuss this and other important matters. What do you say?" I inserted a charming smile to the mix.

"PS. You'll find the coordinates to the meeting place if you accept."
Included was a coordinate to a system with naught but a red star and a few asteroids that we Rebels sometimes use as a rendzevous point.

Recon Point 217b:


The arrival of the three possessed corvettes at the recon point marked a frenzy of activity. The three corvettes in turn landed aboard the Intruder Carrier where after the bay sealed, the offloading of the corpses of the crew began. Once the ship was empty and all the data copied, the three ships fell to pieces, literally. The vessels disassembled into the individual Kythons that composed the corvettes, the result of the Infection used against them when they belonged to the enemy. Each chunk liquefied and took shape of the hybrid insect-reptile forms. The Kythons picked up the corpses and carried them to the prepared areas, cold rooms designated as temporary morgues and necropsy chambers. After simply dropping the corpses where instructed by their Childer handlers, they left the chamber to start other duties.

Half a dozen Childer were moving about the corpses, rearranging them by using the insignia of the uniforms to determine who might be the officers of each ship until there were three rows depicting the three captured ships. A single Ta’Nar entered the room and looked over the three rows.

“Bring that one for the initial test. It is best we test it out first on a regular crew instead of someone important.”

The Childer quickly complied by picking up the indicated corpse and carried it to the other end of the room. They set the body upon the waiting table and began to secure the corpse. The Ta’Nar stood by watching.

After the two Childer had finished they backed away and the Ta’Nar stepped forward and began to concentrate. He reached down within himself and found his Conduit. He channeled energy through the metaphysical connection he shared with the Multiverse and shaped the energy into an incantation. The magic took form as shadow seemed to merge with the corpse and it began to quiver and shake, almost as if it were undergoing a seizure. After a few moments the body stopped quivering and shaking.

“This body has been prepared and I summon the spirit of they who used to dwell within it’s meaty house. (I summon the spirit of the dead back from whatever afterlife they are enjoying and bind it to their moldy prison of dead flesh. I exert my Right of Authority upon the deceased and freely command them as their one and only Master. I summon thee NOW!”

Suddenly a vortex of energy began to form around the table and a Dead Gate formed. The absolute black doorway to the spirit realm was sucking the heat right out of the room and an unwholesome blue light flooded the corpse. A shadow detached the gate and was pushed into the body and the Dead Gate closed. The corpse stirred and a hollow voice was emitted, half scream, half wail or torment. The Ta’Nar quickly case a second incantation allowing him to converse with the animated corpse, regardless of the language it possessed while alive.

“…..AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh! The Pain! It hurts to be in here. Let me resssst.”

“No, you are mine to command. You are mine to obey. If you do not obey my commands, I will make you remain in that meaty prison for all eternity.”

“You cannot command me. I am a Hyperborean. I will never surrender!”

The Ta’Nar made a simple gesture and the hapless undead felt his soul being flayed and stretched painfully. It was not a pain of the body nor one of the mind. It went strait to their very being and could not be blocked or resisted. The SpiritWrack enchantment if used properly could bring a demon to its knees begging for mercy. This “Hyperborean” was only a mortal chained to his corpse by necromancy. It would only take a couple flicks of his wrist and the pitiful vermin would be pleading for release.





Alzoc III:




The three ships sat and watched the main fleet run away from their presence like the cowards these vermin were. They left behind some ships to stand as a rearguard but they were quickly smashed by the already launched barrage of Grav Torps. They had cut through the enemy ships like a red hot knife through warm butter, hardly worth their use. They were recalled and safely disabled and brought back aboard the ships so they could be reused. The trio of Kython vessels then received orders.

The ships sped to the planet and entered the atmosphere. They dove in a steep dive leaving behind a long streak of fire before pulling up at the last minutes. The three ships disassembled into a massive swarm of over 800 Kythons. The Swarm then used their collective psionics to locate the troop of invaders and sped off hunting their prey. Their Death Scream wailed as they approached the embattlements of the defenseless invaders. Soon they would leave behind a swath of dead Hyperboreans and an empty planet.





Various battlefronts:



A message was sent ahead to each of the known battles informing of the impending arrival of a Kython Battle Group. A request was also included in the message to meet with the commander in order to deploy a secret weapon against the vermin. Of course the message was encoded so the invaders had no idea what was going on.

OOC: This clusterfuck need another player? I can't help but notice that Hataria is fighting both ESUS and GFFA elements.

"Sounds like a plan." Admiral Easton nodded. "I'll notify the respective captains to be placed under temporary command of Patel. In the meantime we should start reconnaissance against the enemy. See how much they've gained so far and if it's possible to conduct a counterassault and drive them out of the galaxy."

Then a number of flashes occurred as hyperspace opened up to reveal several dozen black-hulled ships as well as the Battlestar Konoha and her battlegroup.

"Sir, the Third Fleet and the Konoha have just arrived." Chief intoned over the intercom.

"Very well. It looks like our reinforcements have arrived. We have everything in place..." Admiral Easton smiled. "And soon the enemy will wish they have never known us."

OOC: Now that Memorial Day here in the USA is done....time to get fightin'. Note: As stated before by OG, I get to RP his fleet until some RL stuff gets finished.

IC:

Easton was answered with a "Totally cool," by MacDougal, saying, "You hear that, Patel?"

Patel replied, simply, "I hear you, Admiral Easton. Will do." He then saluted the assembled.

As this occurred, the Colonial vessels arrived at Ryloth. Gracie's onscreen avatar beeped--quite literally, as her avatar showed herself picking up a cell phone ringing angrily--and the floating laptop AI said, "Um, guys. We got a message. It's from....an Admiral Hallen? Of the....no, this can't be right. BiMonSciFiCon hasn't happened yet." Patel's eyes then widened at the news.

MacDougal looked at Gracie skeptically and said impaitently, "Well, what is it?"

Gracie then indicated, "It's the...Thirteen Colonies of Kobol? Umm, I better let them speak. Can I please have the permission code again?"

MacDougal sighed, punching in the code and allowing Gracie's avatar to bring up a diagnostics window, with the comment, "It's audio only."

"This is Admiral Hallen of the Fleet of the Thirteen Colonies of Kobol Fleet ship Zeus. Please respond," said the matter of fact, stern voice. "I repeat...."

MacDougal raised her eyebrow, and decided to play a trick on the unbelivably straitlaced Hallen. Displaying a problem with authority figures, she then said, snickering slightly and speaking in a creaking, gravely voice (OOC: One Word: Beavis), "Welcome to Burger World. Heh. Heh. How can I help you? Heh." She then laughed loudly, snorting even. Patel sighed, and shook his head with a facepalm.

Onboard the Zeus, Hallen then did not reply for a moment after. Whoever this was had some nerve, reply as if they were some pimply-faced hand at a Thirteenth Colonial fast food joint. She looked to her adjutant, who was confused and somewhat flustered as she was. Part of her wanted to discipline the errant hag. Part of her wanted to appreciate the freespirited, somewhat brazen humor, legendary among people of the Thirteenth Colony.

Thus, a few moments later, she delivered a pointed, paitent and subtly stern response: "I see the Thirteenth Colony is as they say. Loud, and crude."

MacDougal then replied, quickly becoming contrite yet crude in speech, "Hey, hey--relax. You got me on a bad day--lots of crap flying about, damn yiffers trying to mess with my people, it's that 'Time of the Month'--ya dig? Look, I'm sorry."

Another pause, and then Hallen, sounding more confused than anything, replied, "Apology accepted."

MacDougal then replied, coughing, "Yeah, I don't actually work at Burger World. I'm Commodore Leona MacDougal of the People's Navy. I presume the Thirteenth is because we're the Thirteenth Colony now, eh?"

"That's correct. Now, I was briefed that there was an attack upon our allies from the Hyperborian Empire," Hallen replied, glad to get to business.

Leona nodded, saying, "Yeah, that's right. Damn lying cyborgs think they could tussle with the GFFA, and the GE. I'd hate to be those guys right now," she said beaming, as she drank from her flask.

"Yes, I would be. Now, what are we to do now?" Hallen asked, knowing her men would love to rip those beings apart, especially at the thought they had compromised their identity by joining with machines--potentially AIs as well, something anathema to the Twelve Sisters. Being a Colonial, she would too.

MacDougal's reply was a simple, after a bit, "We go to Melinda/Daan, with the Secura and Thorne Squadrons and mah boys. We're going to defend the planet against an invasion from that quarter. In this case, you're gonna be doing recon. You're gonna help us figure out what's going on, how much shit these robot humping fucks have taken, and then plan a counterattack. I'm going in with ten of my Mao Zedong Mark III Pocket Battleships. We're going to do recon, but I'm bringing enough dakka to protect ourselves in case they decide to get nasty."

She then swigged from her flask, and said, "You dig?"

Hallen then replied, curtly and with a smile creeping on her face, "Yes, I 'dig.'" The thought of working with Coredians was unappetizing to some of the officers, but as long as the Thirteenths were there--and Hallen was attached to their command as part of the Exchange Agreement--the Colonials would fight with their brothers and sisters. Besides, these Hyperborians did interfere with both of their allies, and thus needed to be taught a lesson.

“Admiral Tarkin.” Commodore Trilis announced as he approached with a series of battle orders. “The Chronosians scourge fleet has arrived and are currently up-linking with the battle network. They are asking for orders as to their distribution and for any high priority objectives.”

Swivelling gently in his command chair Tarkin watched the holo-projection intently. “These aliens are only delaying us commodore.” The admiral quickly announced. “Request the Chronosians to press into the enemy centre and feed down the flanks of our formation. Relay the command of the emperor that there are to be no survivors.” Another blast of the superlaser ignited an enemy capital ship in the distance, while the commodore began updating the communications into the fleet.

“Rotate the Star Destroyer Impunity with the Black Heart, and have Tartan squadron five engage enemy fighters in grid three.” The admiral turned his eyes to the holo-map carefully watching the fleet distribution of the Chronosians expand. Multitudes of flickering black dots edging closer to the enemy seemed serene pitched against the tranquil blue of the projection static. If, the admiral had chosen to stand his eyes would have caught just in the nearby distance the luminous detonations of the Imperium.

Slowly, methodically, the blinking red that represented the scourge died out upon the projection and whatever was left of their once pretty formation, was now a tangled mess of vessels caught between the razor blades of Imperial Star Destroyers and the blunt bludgeoning of the Chronosians.

“Send a request to Lucian commodore. We would be gratified if they could spare three capital ships to commence the purging of treason from amongst our midst’s. Let these aliens see what will happen to each and every world they inhabit. Have them burn Sviveren to the ground.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwM1n1WLevc

A glass sat half full on the table, as a woman slowly pulled it to her. The amber colored liquor, with one cube of ice rattled as she brought the strong and bitter drink to her lips. She took a sip, as the cold scotch burned down her throat.

Slowly she put it down, as she flipped to the next page, “The History of New Dornalia, Vol. XXVII, The Crusades."

As she read, Admiral Helena Cain, supreme Fleet Admiral of the thirteen Colonies stood in complete astonishment. It was unheard of in “The Twelve Sisters.” the religious strife that occurred on the thirteenth colony. Wars and dead all over religious ideology. Their people dying over the same God. “What kind of foolish brethren were the thirteenth colony, also known as Earth?” Admiral Cain asked herself. Then again Earth did not seem to have the luxury of a unifying religion, one made up of multiple gods as the Colonials did. She just shook her head as she continued to read.

Several hours later, on the CIC of the Warstar Isis, the new command ship of the United Colonies of Kobol.

The message from the hyperbolian nation did not stop at the star wars galaxy, as it made it’s way to the Twelve Colonies. It’s message of hate, and of desperation did not escape the unwary eye of the Colonial command. An enlisted man soon approached with a folder in his hand. He saluted the Admiral of the Fleet. She nodded to the man, who laid the folder down, and turned to walk out. Admiral Cain slowly reached for the folder, and read it’s contents

“Peoples of The Galaxy, I am Khan Alexandria, Ruler of The Hyperborians. I am here to tell you that we will not be forced out by The Imperials and their Infidel Allies.

Why Fight against us? Why fallow your mad leaders to your deaths? I am here to call on all Races to rebel against the Empire and The Chronosian Infidels. Throw off your chains and join us, The Hyperborian Extragalactic Empire.

The Infidels feed you lies, hate. They and thier Sith allies are evil. Tht is why I Will Declare a end to The Invasion if you, all of you, The Races of This galaxy do one thing.....Kill all Sith and Infidels and bring us their heads.”

Admiral Cain could not help when she read this but to chuckle. “Is this some kind of joke?” she asked. Colonel Fisk turned his head in puzzlement. “Sir?” he asked his Commanding officer. Admiral Cain pushed the folder to her executive officer. “Sir.” he replied to her, as he read the short but brief message. “It would appear that they are very desperate. Such pleas to the civilians are usually in most situations a last ditch effort before people lose the war. I also think it is funny that they are using such terms as Infidels. Do they not realize that it is only a paradigm?” Admiral Cain remarked.

Colonel Fisk smiled for a moment, “Sir yes sir. But what are we going to do to combat this threat to our allies in the Galactic Empire, and our friends the Chronosians?” he asked.

Admiral Cain turned to her planning table. “Admiral Hallen is currently stationed in GFFA space about to do a recon mission am I right?” she asked Colonel Fisk.

“As of our last report, yes sir. She also would like to formally complain about the undisciplined nature of the Commodore of the Thirteenth.” Colonel Fisk replied.

Admiral Cain shrugged her hand waving off the comment. “They mean no harm, it is like an initiation to them. Like hell week in a sorority. Let the thirteenth have their fun.” she replied to Colonel Fisk. “Now can you trace the origins of the signal.

“Yes sir.” he responded, as he continued to search through the folders. “It would appear that the signal is triangulated around a planet known as Naboo, which was once filled with the most annoying humans and aliens in the galaxy, including the Emperor’s wife, but now is dead due to the grace of the Chronosians.” Colonel Fisk responded. “Myths have it that the Nabooians could drive one insane with their horrible accents.” He responded.

“Well then, maybe there is a reason they are drawn to this planet. In any event, I want these halfbreed cylon things wiped out.” Admiral Cain ordered her Executive officer. “Prepare the Ares Battlestar group, as well as ten of the ships from earth. Have Admiral Bruyn accompany them on this mission. Inform the Chronosians and Ta’Nar of our move against Naboo, and coordinate with them a joint strike against this planet. Use any means neccessary. I do not want any prisoners, am I understood?” Admiral Cain said, conviction pouring from her as if her words were a fountain.

“Yes sir.” Colonel Fisk replied as he picked up the phone and began to issue the orders around the fleet.

Zeus Battlegroup:

Admiral Hallen did not care for the "prank" of the officer in the Dornalian fleet, but still she did find it almost humerous, like a child telling an adult a bad joke. She could not help but to wonder how in the hell Earth survived this long, but at the same time she did have to admire their style, when she had a moment to think about it. Besides orders were orders, she had to make nice with them dispite the cost to her pride. She sighed as she looked up to draidus, and watched three raptors leaving her flight pods.

"This is Raptor 341, to Zeus Actual. Board is green."

Admiral Hallen nodded to her communications officer. "Raptor 341, this is Zeus actual. Good hunting."

With that, the three raptors vanished, and appeared at the recon coordinates issued to them by the Dornalians.

"Very well. If there isn't anything else, may the Force be with you all and good hunting." Admiral Easton saluted his counterparts. "I'll expect reports every so often."

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Captured Cruiser

The Jedi commander and the Marines continued to fight off the bio-droid as they blasted it with ion energy and Force Lightning...

The Fleet to head for Melinda/Daan was soon massed. Two Worldships, 40 Rin-Shi, 30 Namai-ko (Light Cruiser analogs), 40 Gansi-porbani (Cruiser analog), 20 Mithi-Hagisi (Bird of Prey analog) and Thousands of Fighters were ready for the attack on Melinda/Daan. oddly there were no Trasports with this Fleet.

It soon Jumped into Hyperspace.

"Very well. If there isn't anything else, may the Force be with you all and good hunting." Admiral Easton saluted his counterparts. "I'll expect reports every so often."

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Captured Cruiser

The Jedi commander and the Marines continued to fight off the bio-droid as they blasted it with ion energy and Force Lightning...

The Death Droid soon blew up, seemed that The Force Lightning overloaded the shield Generator, blowing it.

This alowed the Myrmidonians and The Guthem to Retreat though a Doorway.

"Advance with care." The Jedi commander ordered. "We should expect more traps."

"Yes, sir." The Marine commander replied. "Let's go! Let's go!"

The soldiers slowly entered the doorway, wary of any further traps...

Alzoc III:




The three ships sat and watched the main fleet run away from their presence like the cowards these vermin were. They left behind some ships to stand as a rearguard but they were quickly smashed by the already launched barrage of Grav Torps. They had cut through the enemy ships like a red hot knife through warm butter, hardly worth their use. They were recalled and safely disabled and brought back aboard the ships so they could be reused. The trio of Kython vessels then received orders.

The ships sped to the planet and entered the atmosphere. They dove in a steep dive leaving behind a long streak of fire before pulling up at the last minutes. The three ships disassembled into a massive swarm of over 800 Kythons. The Swarm then used their collective psionics to locate the troop of invaders and sped off hunting their prey. Their Death Scream wailed as they approached the embattlements of the defenseless invaders. Soon they would leave behind a swath of dead Hyperboreans and an empty planet.




The Hyperborians were not Defenseless Laser fire blasted against The enemy. And also the Lasers were not the only things fired. Plasma, Fired like Blue Comets screamed agaisnt The Kythons.

The enemy was in for it now.

"Advance with care." The Jedi commander ordered. "We should expect more traps."

"Yes, sir." The Marine commander replied. "Let's go! Let's go!"

The soldiers slowly entered the doorway, wary of any further traps...

It lead to a Large Room, darkened. Buy the side, you could fit seven Small fighters in there.

The enemy was being watched by something in the room.

It lead to a Large Room, darkened. Buy the side, you could fit seven Small fighters in there.

The enemy was being watched by something in the room.
The Jedi sensed something in the darkened room and sent a powerful Force Wave into the room to knock out anything in there...

Alzoc III:



The swarm of Kythons were dodging and twisting through the defenses while emitting their Death Scream. The heads of the defenders were popping like a “toad in a microwave” leaving behind the dead in the hundreds as the Swarm passed through. The defenders tried to resist by opening up with their lasers and their plasma weapons.

Unfortunately they did not know Kythons absorbed energy attacks and they would watch in horror as their own attacks caused the black nightmare creatures no discomfort and actually caused them to replicate, creating more Kythons to attack them. Soon the force of a thousand Kythons were infused with enough laser and plasma energy their numbers doubled, and then doubled again into a force of four thousand. Each volley of energy attacks caused the Kythons to split in two, becoming two creatures instead of one.

Suddenly the swarm of 8 thousand Kythons left the planet as if they were being controlled by a single mind. An aperture formed over the defensive lines and a wormhole stabilized, a rush of gas was siphoned into the atmosphere from a distant hydrogen gas giant, flooding the planet with the gas creating a rich hydrogen-oxygen mixture. The wormhole closed and a single ship approached the planet. After transmitting the codes to open every door in the mining complex, the Destroyer dropped a flare and pulled away from the doomed planet as it fell through the atmosphere.

Part way to the ground, the flare exploded in a white-hot flame, igniting the atmosphere. A massive flash fire spread throughout the planet causing an large exothermic reaction when the hydrogen ignited, the end result of burning hydrogen is the combining of the hydrogen and oxygen atoms forming water. The water fell and froze to everything on the planet.

The planet was now stripped of its atmosphere and left with an icy coating several meters thick. When the Empire wished to reopen the place, it would send people to burn through the ice covering the mine and then restore power in the pressure doors, sealing the place and pump in a replacement atmosphere for the workers. For now it was only a frozen airless tomb.

Outside The Naboo System.

The Main Fleet dropped out of hyperspace outside the system. This was a Hyperborian tactic, in case of a FTLi Field was around the system.

The Ships soon started scaning.

Melida/Daan System.

The Rin-Shi Dracul entered The system. Ayame looked at the planet. "So, This planet is the one that The Khan wants." She said to her self, "Start scaning." She ordered.

"Very well. If there isn't anything else, may the Force be with you all and good hunting." Admiral Easton saluted his counterparts. "I'll expect reports every so often."

The Commodore saluted back, and said, "Gotcha." She then had Gracie teleport the party back to the Jailbreak, whereupon the commanding officers and commanders of several ships under her command were treated to the following message, as Admiral Hallen had left before MacDougal could subject her to more drunken, crude ranting.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. We're going on a job now. A detachment from our forces will be moving out as part of a recon detail with the ever-lovable Admiral Hallen. I spoke from her, you could use her personality to chill ice cream. Anywho, stop playing with yourselves and let's go."

Gracie then said, "Um, I don't think we all need to go. Hallen's only deployed a few small shuttles. Type seems to be the Raptor class, about the size of our Gagarin II."

MacDougal looked at the screen with shock, and said, "Jesus, fuck. These people sure love to make my life a living hell. Fine. We'll go in anyway, but keep to a distance. Send in some Marineskos, do field recon." She then took a swig and said, "Fucking bitch. Think she can show me up?"

She then moved out, with five Mao Zedong Mark IIIas and five Prochkhorovka IIa Fleet Carriers.

The Fleet to head for Melinda/Daan was soon massed. Two Worldships, 40 Rin-Shi, 30 Namai-ko (Light Cruiser analogs), 40 Gansi-porbani (Cruiser analog), 20 Mithi-Hagisi (Bird of Prey analog) and Thousands of Fighters were ready for the attack on Melinda/Daan. oddly there were no Trasports with this Fleet.

It soon Jumped into Hyperspace.

The Dornalians arrived about several light hours from the coords of Hallen's Raptors, and kept passive and behind some asteroids to hide from enemy sensors. As this occurred, two wings of Marinesko II fighter craft emerged to rendezvous with said Raptors, hailing them subtly with real ID codes and a hail of "This is Broken Spoon to Little Sis. It's the cav. Spotted anything?"

The Dracul was orbiting Melida/Daan when the Kaxons sounded. "General," a Vixenian said, "enemy ships heading for the planet!" Great, Ayame thought, And I thought Koga was bad. Just as Koga entered.


"Cloak The Ship," She ordered, "and Koga," she turned to him, "You are staying here."

Koga was about to say something, but decided against it.

The Rin-Shi cruiser soon cloaked.

“Admiral Tarkin.” Commodore Trilis announced as he approached with a series of battle orders. “The Chronosians scourge fleet has arrived and are currently up-linking with the battle network. They are asking for orders as to their distribution and for any high priority objectives.”

Swivelling gently in his command chair Tarkin watched the holo-projection intently. “These aliens are only delaying us commodore.” The admiral quickly announced. “Request the Chronosians to press into the enemy centre and feed down the flanks of our formation. Relay the command of the emperor that there are to be no survivors.” Another blast of the superlaser ignited an enemy capital ship in the distance, while the commodore began updating the communications into the fleet.

“Rotate the Star Destroyer Impunity with the Black Heart, and have Tartan squadron five engage enemy fighters in grid three.” The admiral turned his eyes to the holo-map carefully watching the fleet distribution of the Chronosians expand. Multitudes of flickering black dots edging closer to the enemy seemed serene pitched against the tranquil blue of the projection static. If, the admiral had chosen to stand his eyes would have caught just in the nearby distance the luminous detonations of the Imperium.

Slowly, methodically, the blinking red that represented the scourge died out upon the projection and whatever was left of their once pretty formation, was now a tangled mess of vessels caught between the razor blades of Imperial Star Destroyers and the blunt bludgeoning of the Chronosians.

“Send a request to Lucian commodore. We would be gratified if they could spare three capital ships to commence the purging of treason from amongst our midst’s. Let these aliens see what will happen to each and every world they inhabit. Have them burn Sviveren to the ground.”

The Battle was Chaotic as the Hyperborians soon attacked. The Hyperborians were not ones to surender or retreat. The Empire wasn't going to get it easy was soon, a Few of The cruisers soon started Fireing Plasma Cannons gainst the enemy Flagship. a few of the Ships soon started to ram enemy ships.

The Hyperborians were to fight to the death.

The Jedi sensed something in the darkened room and sent a powerful Force Wave into the room to knock out anything in there...

then they came. Rhynchoraptors, carnivorous ornithopods that dominate the large predator guilds of Alt-Australia on Altrth. They attacked in Packs; Screaming for blood.

The Force Wave knocked them into a Frenzie, Attacking the enemy.

Svivern:



The Battlegroup erupted from T-Space with barely a warning. The eighteen capital ships and the command carrier simple faded into existence a safe distance away from the defending fleets after sending their message moments before. (see last post)

The Battlegroup took the proper formation and held position while both Imperial and Chronosian sensors washed over the ships to determine they were who they claimed they were. After identities were clarified a message was sent to both allies.

Greetings, this is Commander Gi’Lien. I have important tactical information to share with you. We need to meet so the vermin cannot detect my intentions. Please direct where I can meet with you both.

Tobias had been quiet, as he had listened to the Dornalian Commodore and Admiral Easton speak. He was merely here as support for the Coredians; the GDI had not yet declared war, seeing no need to as the Hyperborian rampage was going very quick, too quick, for it to withstand its own momentum. And already SkySentry probes were detecting faint energy flashes from other systems within Imperial space. The Imperials had finally opened their hand at last. After Easton had given orders to the Dornalian commodore, he looked down to receive a report coming on his watch.

"Colonial reinforcements have arrived. Appear to be allied."

He looked up and nodded. At this rate, the Hyperborians would be forced to surrender or risk entire destruction of their species. Turning his blue eyes on the Coredian Admiral, he spoke. "My apologies, Admiral, but where would you like the Fourth Fleet to aid in? The rest of the Fourth Fleet will be arriving in a few hours, and I will be giving my command to Admiral Stevens. However, he wants to know where you would like to send the Fourth Fleet?"

then they came. Rhynchoraptors, carnivorous ornithopods that dominate the large predator guilds of Alt-Australia on Altrth. They attacked in Packs; Screaming for blood.

The Force Wave knocked them into a Frenzie, Attacking the enemy.
"Take them down!" The Jedi ordered, his lightsaber already flashing to pwn the enemy. Blaster bolts rang out again, burning charred holes in dinosaurian flesh. In the back of his mind, the Jedi, named Simon was a bit amused. Was this all the enemy had to throw at us? A bio-droid, insects and some dinosaurs? It's a wonder they managed to survive. We'll take this ship in no time.

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Admiral Easton looked over the reports that were coming in from Coredian sources in deep space. It seemed that the Empire was now engaging the enemy at Svivern and reports of hyperspace movements were reported in the corridors that headed in the direction of Mustafar and from Geonosis. There was even reports of a large incursion that was burrowing itself deeper into the galaxy. Then he looked up as Commander Tobias spoke.

"Well, how would you like to do some scouting? I would like to know what's the Empire doing to these bastards and if possible, who's in command." The Admiral said.

"OOC: This clusterfuck need another player? I can't help but notice that Hataria is fighting both ESUS and GFFA elements."

OOC: No. I'd say we're fine as it is. It's getting crowded anyway. But if we do need you...

The Dracul was orbiting Melida/Daan when the Kaxons sounded. "General," a Vixenian said, "enemy ships heading for the planet!" Great, Ayame thought, And I thought Koga was bad. Just as Koga entered.


"Cloak The Ship," She ordered, "and Koga," she turned to him, "You are staying here."

Koga was about to say something, but decided against it.

The Rin-Shi cruiser soon cloaked.

Um.... Steppe. If you are refering to the joint mission by ND and myself, none of us have moved toward the planet. Last I read we were holding position, please edit if you will the idea that we were heading to the planet. Also ND clearly stated that his ships were behind astroids. Sensors can not detect around the astroid belt so easily, the most you might be able to pick up is 3 shuttle like ships, and a squadron of fighters, but at a few light hours out, even that would be iffy at best.

Melida/Daan System.

The Rin-Shi Dracul entered The system. Ayame looked at the planet. "So, This planet is the one that The Khan wants." She said to her self, "Start scaning." She ordered.

The Commodore saluted back, and said, "Gotcha." She then had Gracie teleport the party back to the Jailbreak, whereupon the commanding officers and commanders of several ships under her command were treated to the following message, as Admiral Hallen had left before MacDougal could subject her to more drunken, crude ranting.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. We're going on a job now. A detachment from our forces will be moving out as part of a recon detail with the ever-lovable Admiral Hallen. I spoke from her, you could use her personality to chill ice cream. Anywho, stop playing with yourselves and let's go."

Gracie then said, "Um, I don't think we all need to go. Hallen's only deployed a few small shuttles. Type seems to be the Raptor class, about the size of our Gagarin II."

MacDougal looked at the screen with shock, and said, "Jesus, fuck. These people sure love to make my life a living hell. Fine. We'll go in anyway, but keep to a distance. Send in some Marineskos, do field recon." She then took a swig and said, "Fucking bitch. Think she can show me up?"

She then moved out, with five Mao Zedong Mark IIIas and five Prochkhorovka IIa Fleet Carriers.



The Dornalians arrived about several light hours from the coords of Hallen's Raptors, and kept passive and behind some asteroids to hide from enemy sensors. As this occurred, two wings of Marinesko II fighter craft emerged to rendezvous with said Raptors, hailing them subtly with real ID codes and a hail of "This is Broken Spoon to Little Sis. It's the cav. Spotted anything?"

At first there was silence from the "little sis" as the raptors which were the backbone of the Colonial Fleets recon took their passive scans, to help avoid detection from the enemy fleets. Soon the info came in.

"This is little sis, to the broken spoon." the raptor replied on a tight beam laser transmission, as to avoid east dropping, "It would appear we found the party. Should we ring the door bell?" The young pilot replied. Along with the transmission, the raptors sent, along that same laser transmission to the fighters the tactical information on the fleet that it was aquiring.

As they scanned soon the ships vanished. "Lil Sis to Big sis. It would appear the frakkers are using some sort of stealth. The robbers vanished. Recommend we call Momma."

At first there was silence from the "little sis" as the raptors which were the backbone of the Colonial Fleets recon took their passive scans, to help avoid detection from the enemy fleets. Soon the info came in.

"This is little sis, to the broken spoon." the raptor replied on a tight beam laser transmission, as to avoid east dropping, "It would appear we found the party. Should we ring the door bell?" The young pilot replied. Along with the transmission, the raptors sent, along that same laser transmission to the fighters the tactical information on the fleet that it was aquiring.

As they scanned soon the ships vanished. "Lil Sis to Big sis. It would appear the frakkers are using some sort of stealth. The robbers vanished. Recommend we call Momma."

The leader of the Marinesko flight rolled his eyes. The thought of his enemy going to cloak was bad. Real bad. Not that Dornalians couldn't work around that, but it was annoying to have to deal with cloaked foes. More work, more uncertainty in the fog of war.

"Acknowledged, Little Sister. Will tell mommy the robbers have vanished. She'll know what to do," the Marinesko pilot informed on a secure channel. He then radioed back to the detachment.

"Broken Spoon to Mother Hen, this is Broken Spoon. Indications say enemy is using cloaking devices. Recommend move in with full force, stay alert. Over."

The Commodore, who was busy enjoying a swig from her Tab-and-vodka-laced flask, replied, "Okay, Broken Spoon. Will move in. Get out of there." As they left, she then punched a button and said, "Hey Jock! Get that fuckin' Amethyst sensor up. We got reports of cloaked motherfuckers in the area, and we need to get their pansy asses visible." She then spat on the floor, and wiped her mouth, to the tune of Gracie's wince.

She then smirked, saying, "Time to kill." Getting up, she wired a secure message to Ryloth, saying to the rest of her Battlegroup, "Alright, boys. Get your asses over here. And turn on your Amethyst sensors; the enemy's cloaked."

Thus, the rest of MacDougal's force warped out to the same position as MacDougal's detachment was, and were ordered to hunker down and go passive. As this occurred, MacDougal ordered her detachment and told Hallen over secure networks, "Attention all units not going to be held in reserve behind these asteroids. Commence forward movement, Dornalians, arrange yourselves in a candycrane claw formation. You Colonials can do what you do in these sorta instances. Like having buttsechs or something. Surprise me. Anyway, keep on alert, I'll have the Dornalian vessels feed telemetry to the Colonials since we have anti-cloak sensors. So drop your cocks and grab your pants. Let's move!"

Thus, the Dornies moved as told....it remained for the Colonials to do the same.

OOC: Hidden among the asteroids and hunkering down on low power mode are:

45 Mao Zedong Mark IIIa Pocket Battleships (they've been reduced to the status since their 10 km cousins came out)
5 Prochkhorovka II Refit Fleet Carriers, with Marinesko II fighters and Komsomol III fighter bombers.
40 Lin Biao II Heavy Cruisers
400 Drone Ships (they're expendable, so I can use lots of these)

For Star Destroyers, the Aayla Secura and Master Tholme slipped rather quietly into the system in formation with the Dornalians along with their escorts. That is, until the senior captain of the two ships decided to send a 'Howdy' to the Commodore.

"Orders you have for us, Commodore?" Captain Harlot asked through tightbeam comms.

At present there were two Defender-class Star Destroyers, two Artillery Star Destroyers, three Acclamators heavy assault cruisers, four Nebulon-B2 frigates and a Wolfpack.

The Dracul was well cloaked, hidden from the enemy. "Well, seems the enemy is in force." Ayame said. Watching the enemy come, she knew the Invasion Fleet wasn't far behind. "Lets see if they can be distracted. Target one of the enemy ships, run silent, run fast."

The Dracul soon moved to go under one of the enemy ships. The Jailbreak.. moving below the ship, it soon started to head for it. Sneaking up.

The Fleet was Minutes away from The system.

The Dracul was well cloaked, hidden from the enemy. "Well, seems the enemy is in force." Ayame said. Watching the enemy come, she knew the Invasion Fleet wasn't far behind. "Lets see if they can be distracted. Target one of the enemy ships, run silent, run fast."

The Dracul soon moved to go under one of the enemy ships. The Jailbreak.. moving below the ship, it soon started to head for it. Sneaking up.

The Fleet was Minutes away from The system.

As the Dracul made its moves, the Jailbreak's anti-cloaking sensors, the Amethyst models, would begin to work their magic. On the Tac Officer's console, the Amethyst Sensor Screen read as a greenish, wavy, fluctating field--like that of an ordinary ground sensing RADAR device, only it was reading the massive array of microwaves and energies that were being emitted by the Sensor, with the Tracking Laser Array looking for any gaps that weren't supposed to be there.

Soon, the Tac Officer found one, Gracie's onboard databanks unable to find a match but chirping how it was definetly worth investigating.

He called up the Commodore and said, "Comrade Commodore, Amethyst is picking up an unusual formation not on our records. Seems to correspond to a ship."

The Commodore smiled, mouthing to herself, "Well, well. Looks like the spider caught herself a couple'a flies." She then said to the Tac Officer, "Get Chief Armorer to get the guns ready. Send a copy of the telemetry to Hallen and the Coredians, and keep feeding the telemetry to them--do it all over secure channels." She then punched in a few keys and replied to the Coredians with, "Listen boys, I got a cloaked bandit under me who wants to roughhouse. Let's roughhouse with him. Get your guns ready, I'm sending telemetry to you, and I'll keep you posted. Oh and you might want to assume a position that bodes well for defensive purposes near us, but not too close."

She then sent an all call to Hallen and Harlot, saying, "'Cause I think our little bandit's not alone."

She then decided to give them a warm welcome. She then said to the Chief Armorer on her comms, "How are those guns, Jack?"

"Hot and fresh."

"Good. Aim them downward at the spot Jock marked, and let them rip!"

Thus, the Dracul would be greeted with a shower of railgun and torpedo fire--conventional and antimatter--careening straight towards it.....

As the Dracul made its moves, the Jailbreak's anti-cloaking sensors, the Amethyst models, would begin to work their magic. On the Tac Officer's console, the Amethyst Sensor Screen read as a greenish, wavy, fluctating field--like that of an ordinary ground sensing RADAR device, only it was reading the massive array of microwaves and energies that were being emitted by the Sensor, with the Tracking Laser Array looking for any gaps that weren't supposed to be there.

Soon, the Tac Officer found one, Gracie's onboard databanks unable to find a match but chirping how it was definetly worth investigating.

He called up the Commodore and said, "Comrade Commodore, Amethyst is picking up an unusual formation not on our records. Seems to correspond to a ship."

The Commodore smiled, mouthing to herself, "Well, well. Looks like the spider caught herself a couple'a flies." She then said to the Tac Officer, "Get Chief Armorer to get the guns ready. Send a copy of the telemetry to Hallen and the Coredians, and keep feeding the telemetry to them--do it all over secure channels." She then punched in a few keys and replied to the Coredians with, "Listen boys, I got a cloaked bandit under me who wants to roughhouse. Let's roughhouse with him. Get your guns ready, I'm sending telemetry to you, and I'll keep you posted. Oh and you might want to assume a position that bodes well for defensive purposes near us, but not too close."

She then sent an all call to Hallen and Harlot, saying, "'Cause I think our little bandit's not alone."

She then decided to give them a warm welcome. She then said to the Chief Armorer on her comms, "How are those guns, Jack?"

"Hot and fresh."

"Good. Aim them downward at the spot Jock marked, and let them rip!"

Thus, the Dracul would be greeted with a shower of railgun and torpedo fire--conventional and antimatter--careening straight towards it.....

The Dracul's layered Shielding held against The incoming fire from the enemy. Returning fire and decloaking. Plasma fire from The Large guns of the Cruiser.

Anti-Torpedo Flak from the ship fired to take out The Torpedoes.

The Dracul soon started to move to the enemy ship's Sides, Fire all weapons against it.

Then The Fleet Came. Weapons fireing against the enemy as Missiles and Torpedoes and Long Ranged Turbolaser fire blasted against the enemy ships.

The Dracul's layered Shielding held against The incoming fire from the enemy. Returning fire and decloaking. Plasma fire from The Large guns of the Cruiser.

Anti-Torpedo Flak from the ship fired to take out The Torpedoes.

The Dracul soon started to move to the enemy ship's Sides, Fire all weapons against it.

Then The Fleet Came. Weapons fireing against the enemy as Missiles and Torpedoes and Long Ranged Turbolaser fire blasted against the enemy ships.

Commodore MacDougal knew obviously this wasn't going to be easy, but at least she had forced the Dracul out of cloak. Turning off the Amethyst Sensors from her location, she then was greeted with a message from Gracie.

"Commodore. Our bandit brought friends! Repeat! SHE'S BROUGHT FRIENDS!"

"Pipe down, Grace. I know what to do," MacDougal said, thinking about what to do. The damage screen so far lit up with reports of minor damage against shields, with the massive six layers holding fast. The damage reports from the fleet were also optimistic.

She then brought up the other elements of her command on secure channels.

First she spoke to the other Dornalians in her detachment and said, issuing orders in between figuring out what to do with the Dracul, "Dornalian vessels, in reserve and with me--warp in closer to the enemy. Battleships to the top and begin assaulting violently, carriers and Lin Biaos to the bottom and open a fighter and drone ship screen, keep the carriers close but not close enough to get burned. And for God's sake, keep it neat--I want our alles to get some shots in."

As that occurred, she then said to Hallen, "Admiral, this is the Burger World Lady. I need an order of get in close to the front and open fire, with a side of volley fire and a medium fighter screen if you got it. If you don't got it, flak screens are fine. Don't get in too close, but don't get too far away."

The Coredians were then told, "Tholme and Secura Squadrons, begin doing that voodoo you do so well. Artillery on the big targets, hit them hard, especially in the spots they need undamaged. Other units, get creative, since you don't have much and I know you're not thick as a brick, not like Hallen. Damn cow's gotta stop eating so much."

Sarcasm aside, she then began issuing return fire orders on her own ship. The Jailbreak began turning to face the Dracul's side, and began opening fire with broadsides of railgun fire as it turned, targeting shield generators and other exposed areas before dumping railgun fire from the front. Commodore MacDougal, meanwhile, called the Chief Armorer and said, "Stan, start charging the D3G. I want this thing dead."

As this occurred, the Dornalians carried out their orders. Warping as prescribed, the five battleships and five carriers began carrying out their orders, the battleships moving to assault the Rin-Shi, raking them with concentrated waves of railgun and torpedo fire, and the Carriers began deploying fighters and fighterbombers. The Komsomol III fighterbombers targeted the other ships, groups of Marinesko II fighters guarded the Komsomols and other Marineskos would make inevitable attack runs on the inevitable fighter reply.

The massive Bosun Jump signatures of the other Dornie ships would soon emerge also as ordered, and before long, the short distance needed to hop from the Asteroid Field to the enemy's location ensured that they would be able to get into the fight within about several seconds (about twenty-thirty, give or take). Once this was done, more fighters and fighterbombers would join in, and the Lin Biaos, controlling the Drone Ships around them, began making ordered assaults upon the Namai-ko, trying to keep things as neat and tidy as they could as they swamped their opponents with waves of torpedo and railgun and Demolisher Gun fire. And, the extra battleships also turned on the Rin-shi along with their present comrades. The carriers, meanwhile, hung back and provided support with flak and sporadic fire.

Commodore MacDougal knew obviously this wasn't going to be easy, but at least she had forced the Dracul out of cloak. Turning off the Amethyst Sensors from her location, she then was greeted with a message from Gracie.

"Commodore. Our bandit brought friends! Repeat! SHE'S BROUGHT FRIENDS!"

"Pipe down, Grace. I know what to do," MacDougal said, thinking about what to do. The damage screen so far lit up with reports of minor damage against shields, with the massive six layers holding fast. The damage reports from the fleet were also optimistic.

She then brought up the other elements of her command on secure channels.

First she spoke to the other Dornalians in her detachment and said, issuing orders in between figuring out what to do with the Dracul, "Dornalian vessels, in reserve and with me--warp in closer to the enemy. Battleships to the top and begin assaulting violently, carriers and Lin Biaos to the bottom and open a fighter and drone ship screen, keep the carriers close but not close enough to get burned. And for God's sake, keep it neat--I want our alles to get some shots in."

As that occurred, she then said to Hallen, "Admiral, this is the Burger World Lady. I need an order of get in close to the front and open fire, with a side of volley fire and a medium fighter screen if you got it. If you don't got it, flak screens are fine. Don't get in too close, but don't get too far away."

The Coredians were then told, "Tholme and Secura Squadrons, begin doing that voodoo you do so well. Artillery on the big targets, hit them hard, especially in the spots they need undamaged. Other units, get creative, since you don't have much and I know you're not thick as a brick, not like Hallen. Damn cow's gotta stop eating so much."

Sarcasm aside, she then began issuing return fire orders on her own ship. The Jailbreak began turning to face the Dracul's side, and began opening fire with broadsides of railgun fire as it turned, targeting shield generators and other exposed areas before dumping railgun fire from the front. Commodore MacDougal, meanwhile, called the Chief Armorer and said, "Stan, start charging the D3G. I want this thing dead."

As this occurred, the Dornalians carried out their orders. Warping as prescribed, the five battleships and five carriers began carrying out their orders, the battleships moving to assault the Rin-Shi, raking them with concentrated waves of railgun and torpedo fire, and the Carriers began deploying fighters and fighterbombers. The Komsomol III fighterbombers targeted the other ships, groups of Marinesko II fighters guarded the Komsomols and other Marineskos would make inevitable attack runs on the inevitable fighter reply.

The massive Bosun Jump signatures of the other Dornie ships would soon emerge also as ordered, and before long, the short distance needed to hop from the Asteroid Field to the enemy's location ensured that they would be able to get into the fight within about several seconds (about twenty-thirty, give or take). Once this was done, more fighters and fighterbombers would join in, and the Lin Biaos, controlling the Drone Ships around them, began making ordered assaults upon the Namai-ko, trying to keep things as neat and tidy as they could as they swamped their opponents with waves of torpedo and railgun and Demolisher Gun fire. And, the extra battleships also turned on the Rin-shi along with their present comrades. The carriers, meanwhile, hung back and provided support with flak and sporadic fire.

the Dracul soon turned against the enemy Ship, heading to attack the Starboard Side of the Jailbreak. Shields holding at 80%, The Ship wasn't going to be blasted soon. This would show the enemy that a Rin-Shi cruiser was deadly.

The Namai-Ko's were soon attacking, but two were lost. Fighters were now attacking in mass all over the area. Most were attacking the Capital Ships own weapons, fireing anti-Matter Torpedoes against Weapons enplacements.

The Two Worldships, protected by two Rin-Shi Cruisers and Fighters, were soon heading for the Two enemy Ships, The Aayla Secura and Master Tholme. Weapons fireing on the enemy escourting Capital Ships, The Two worldships headed for the two ships.

the Dracul soon turned against the enemy Ship, heading to attack the Starboard Side of the Jailbreak. Shields holding at 80%, The Ship wasn't going to be blasted soon. This would show the enemy that a Rin-Shi cruiser was deadly.

And the Mao Zedong Mark IV would demonstrate its prowess too, for it was built just as ruggedly, if not more so, and with massive size and girth to outlast many opponents. MacDougal simply moved back and turned to face the Jailbreak's front to the starboard side of the Dracul, continually unleashing more broadsides into her opponent as she turned and then firing from the front. Once more, she targeted enemy systems, going for weapons and shields as she fired away with railgun and Demolisher Gun and Ion Cannon (OOC: Energy weapons, see the links in my signature.) fire to try and hasten her opponent's demise.

The Namai-Ko's were soon attacking, but two were lost. Fighters were now attacking in mass all over the area. Most were attacking the Capital Ships own weapons, fireing anti-Matter Torpedoes against Weapons enplacements.

The Two Worldships, protected by two Rin-Shi Cruisers and Fighters, were soon heading for the Two enemy Ships, The Aayla Secura and Master Tholme. Weapons fireing on the enemy escourting Capital Ships, The Two worldships headed for the two ships.

OOC: See my latest post, I decided to go there.

The Two Worldships, protected by two Rin-Shi Cruisers and Fighters, were soon heading for the Two enemy Ships, The Aayla Secura and Master Tholme. Weapons fireing on the enemy escourting Capital Ships, The Two worldships headed for the two ships.
"Load Tachyon Torpedoes! Fire at will!" The commanders yelled to their crew. "Artillery ships! Engage!"

A mass of torpedoes roared out of tubes, engaging the enemy cruisers along with turbolasers and ion cannons. But these torpedoes were different from the others. As they targeted weapons emplacements, shield generators and other important stuff, they self-detonated, unleashing lots of bomb-pumped tachyon lasers. Now, normally, tachyons cannot interact with matter and would pass through harmlessly. But these Godulan-made devices have been harnessed a little differently. Once a tachyon laser interacted with a shield, a funky effect occurs that makes the laser as powerful as a medium-class turbolaser blast.

In essence, a Catch-22 decision was given to the enemy. If the shields are up, the tachyon lasers can attack the enemy's hull emplacements and burn them off and even attack the enemy's bridge with deadly force. If the shields are forced to come down to avoid the tachyon lasers, the normal attacks of the Secura and Tholme would be unleashed to destroy the enemy with impunity.

Either way, the enemy would be damaged in this opening salvo.

That's not all! Artillery Star Destroyers are like moving mini-superlasers firing destructive blue bolts of shipkilling death. They targeted one of the enemy's worldships together and unleashed twin blasts of blue superlaser energy to pwn it.

Meanwhile, fighters and light capital ships rose to challenge the enemy's fighter escorts, firing off blistering blasts of rapid-firing lasers at them...

And the Battle Begins (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucifSQQVjQ0&feature=related)

Admiral Hallen waited impatiently as she paced back and forth, in the CiC. “Where in the frak are my damned raptors reports?” she asked herself becoming increasingly agitated. A war was going on, many souls that needed to be offered to the gods of the warp, those who’s blood would glorify not only herself but for the glory of Chaos.

She alone in the colonies was privy to such secrets, to such glories. The dogs of war were chiming, and the Dornies had her on a leash so to speak. It was undignified, it was insulting, but none of that mattered. The gods had their plan for her, and she accepted it with her dark faith, with the blessings of the warp and of Remiel.

She lowered her eyes for a moment. “Patience Admiral.” she heard. As she looked up, she saw the visage of Remiel. “Patience my dear Hallen your time will come, you have the eye of the gods, and they have smiled upon you. You alone have the power to deliver your people from the heathens and their heretical ways. Patience is all that is required of you. Nergal himself will smile upon you this day.”

Admiral Hallen could say nothing to her Emperor as he spoke. Then he vanished. “Sir incoming message, from the Raptors. Operation Drive-by is a go.”

She smiled, as she rubbed the edge of the planning table with her index finger. “Prepare the fleet for a combat jump. Spherical formation, prepare all gun batteries for fighter suppression.” she ordered.

“Sir yes sir.” the enlisted man replied.

Moments later the Colonial Fleet consisting of Twelve Mercury Class Battlestars, and one Warstar vanished in a white light. As the ships reappeared over their destination, Draidus picked up the insuing battle.

Admiral Hallen turned to her XO. “Launch all vipers and Raptors, and get me a firing solution on the lead ship.” she ordered.

The XO saluted, “Yes sir.” He reached down and picked up the coms. “All Squadrons launch, all secondary batteries begin suppression fire. All main batteries begin targeting solution on lead targets of the Thirteenth and begin firing.

As the orders went out, Vipers screamed towards their targets. The new Mark IX Vipers, shot out of the flight pods, and soon found themselves in tango with the enemy fighters. Tracer fire, and shells shot out in the darkness of space, as the fighters ducked, dodged and strafed with the enemy fighters. The Larger main batteries pulled themselves out of the protective sheaths of the battlestar. With ease they aligned themselves with their targets, firing a deadly display of shots towards the Dracul, and the other world ships. The Zeus, being a warstar was equipted with a “
Super Cannon” which was equal to the Coredian Yamato cannons in firepower yeild within a 30 second time period.

“Sir” one of the enlisted men reported. “We have firing solution.” Admiral Hallen smiled. “Good, prepare missile batteries.” she replied. With the enemy completely incased in a spherical formation, they would truly be trapped taking the brunt of any and all fire from every side.

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In Space:

Ray gun, flew with his wing man, as he had the enemy in his sights. The damn frakker was trying to dodge, as he fired off his main cannons at the fighter in front of him. Ray gun pushed his viper to the limits, as he moved up down, and to the side trying to get a clear shot. Then he turned his head.

“What the frak?” he stated, as he could clearly see Coredian Vessels. H picked up the com. “Zeus actual, this is raygun, we have pampers, repeat the Pampers Army is here. Requesting orders.” he said.

Admiral Hallen hearing that over the speakers turned to her draidus officer. “It is confirmed sir, Coredians are present and are engaging hostile.”

Thus the test began. Admiral Hallen’s heart grew filled with hate. She paused for a moment. “Sir do you wish to engage the bed wetters?” one of the enlisted men asked.

“Have they attacked any of our vessels?” she asked hoping the answer was yes.

“No sir, they appear to be aiding the thirteenth.” he replied.

“Frak, weapons hold against the Coredians, target only the Easy Bake Ovens.” she ordered.

“Yes sir.” he replied.

Hallen grew angrier at her own order as she slammed her fist into the table. The last though that came to her was.... “Patience.”

As her order went out, Ray gun sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was to have to fight another war, another enemy, especially in such tense cicrumstances. He then pressed his com system. "Ok Ladies, time to place the show on the road. Vipers lay down cover fire, Raptors deliver the package. As he spoke, the vipers lined up in a claw formation and began to strafe space, filling the void with it's cannon fire.

The Raptors then vanished, appearing four hundred clicks off the bow of the world ships. As they exited the white light, each raptor fired off their 36 missiles per raptor, towards their targets, the capitol world ships, and the Dracul. With Eighty Raptors from each mercury class battlestar, and one hundred and twenty raptors from the Warstar, the nearly 1080 raptors shot off their 36 missiles individually at the ships at very close range minimizing their PD ability to shoot them down.

(OOC: 1080 raptors total, shooting 36 missiles a peice = 38,800 Missiles, and this is not including the main batteries from the battlestars, or the vipers, divided between your World Ships and Dracul. For reference of firepower, see this clip on Colonial Missiles. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4lxkOvoU0Q time frame 04:37 - end)

As the orders went out, Vipers screamed towards their targets. The new Mark IX Vipers, shot out of the flight pods, and soon found themselves in tango with the enemy fighters. Tracer fire, and shells shot out in the darkness of space, as the fighters ducked, dodged and strafed with the enemy fighters.
One of those fighters happened to contain one Lt. Nathanel "Jarhead" Wilkins aka Travis S. Masaki as he flew out of his flight pod in his Mk IX and began engaging the enemy. The Viper handled differently from the X-wings he used to play with, more like an interceptor with the ability to spin like a gyroscope rather than an all-arounder fighter. He idly wondered whether he could get the Coredian fighters to do the same--

"Whoa!" He exclaimed to himself as enemy fire clipped his shields and he maneuvered to shoot that bastard down. "Less thinking, more fighting!"

He noted happily that Coredian XJ8-wing fighters were in the furball. Even though he couldn't contact them, they gave him a feeling of euphoria to be fighting with them once more.

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"The Colonials have jumped into the system." The XO of the Tholme said to his captain. "They're targeting the enemy."

"I see. It seems the Dornalian has them on a tight leash, as expected from their recent alliance." The captain mused. "Good! Continue engaging the enemy!"

Unlike the more prominent members of the Galactic Empire, such as the Chronosian Empire or the Balroggan Empire, the Empire of Thrashia was a more subtle partner in that massive body. The quiet partner, some would say, who acted during the drama but did not show up at the end to bow to the audience. Which was how his excellency, Emperor Treize, preferred to keep things. However the recent events that were being reported through every outlet and from every direction could not be dealt with a simple, subtle gesture. As such the Emperor had seen fit to send in the only man under his command with the right expertise to deal with the growing situation.


Imperial Fleet Headquarters | Julian System

The metal halls of the Epion Space station were never quiet, or empty. Millions of personnel and civilian contractor-types moved about its halls with purpose or routine. On a normal day about two to three hundred thousand people would be moving around. Now however, there were hundreds of thousands moving around, preparing for what was about to be the largest operation in a decade. Entire legions of stormtroopers were boarding and taking up their pre-arranged barracks, star fighters were being taken out of moth-ball storage and prepped for combat readiness, and Fleet officers were occupying the hundreds of tactical rooms using holo-displays to prepare for the combat ahead.

One particular group of officers sat in a conference room located near the very heart of the station. Four admirals, one general, one marshal, and a major all sat along the nalwood table with trepidation. Small silver cups of warm caff sat undisturbed in front of each, though occasionally one of the gathered officers would reach forward and take a sip, if for a small distraction if nothing else. Chatter was light.

"I'm still surprised that anyone would be this foolish," commented one of the admirals, breaking the quiet that had been in place for ten minutes.

"What can you expect from...what was it Colonel Morl that the Chronosians are calling them?" replied Marshall Muller.

"They named them "the Excrement" and some other things," replied Colonel Morl.

"Ah, yes, well what can you expect from the Excrement?" said Marshall Muller. "Not only daring to invade, or attempt to invade, Galactic Empire territory...but getting it wrong and invading Rebel territory! I don't know whether we should stomp them or give them a medal."

"They're coming into G.E. territory already," Admiral Daala said. The only female in the room she exuded an aura of slightly compressed agitation and hatred towards the other very male officers. There was no sex discrimination within the Thrashian Imperial Armed Forces, but somehow there were always more men than women. "Or did you miss the report about Mustafar?"

"I saw it alright," Admiral Orannis said, speaking up finally. "But its nothing to worry about. Section 3 has already informed us that a Chronosian battle fleet has gone there to deal with the interlopers."

"What of Melida/Daan?" asked General Deerian, he directed this question towards Colonel Morl. As head of the Thrashian Ubiqtorate he had direct access to all Imperial Security and Intelligence reports.

"An invasion of that system is underway. Our sources are telling us that forces from the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances have gotten involved alongside the Rebels to fight them there," Colonel Morl informed them, holding a thick manila folder tight in his hands. "Another alien fleet was spotted heading for Naboo."

"Useless target," mumbled the third admiral, Tyrik.

"Indeed," agreed the fourth admiral, Veers.

"Either way they will be stomped into the ground," smiled Marshall Muller.

"You couldn't be more right," said a voice behind them all. Heads turned as the far wall door slid open with complete silence to reveal a man wearing the stark, white uniform of an imperial grand admiral. His boots were carefully shined and his epaulletes crisp and golden. In stark contrast to the white-ness of his uniform his blue skin was practically brilliant. Blood-red eyes stared at the assembled group as they stood up and came to attention.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn," Admiral Orannis saluted. As the most senior of the other officers besides Thrawn, Orannis was the one responsible for the Epion and as such had been the one to suggest the meeting under the grand admiral's auspices.

"It's been too long since last I saw each of you," said Grand Admiral Thrawn with a hint of mirth in his voice. He took a seat at the head of the table and the other officers sat down as well. Each tried their best to act coolly in the face of one of the most intimidating men in the Empire.

"Let's get straight down to business," Thrawn stated lightly. "You've all been made aware of an invasion from outside our galaxy by an unknown alien race that we've dubbed, quite affectionately I'm sure, as the Excrement. Their initial assault captured the Rebel world of Ryloth. After moving on to their next target it was captured back by the Rebellion. They moved from there on to Alzac III, capturing it as well. They then hit the Svivran System and the Kol'Shebbol System. Both were taken. They are now in the process of assaulting Melida/Daan and Naboo.

"While Melida/Daan is not under our power, held by Rebel scum, Naboo is a useless heap of rock that has been burnt out for more than a decade. Our information tells us that the Rebels are confronting the Excrement at Melida/Daan. Our own Imperial forces are fighting them in the Mustafar system where they are being destroyed in detail. Their leader, who styles himself with the title of Khan, has made declarations of war and promises of subversion. His Excellency has made it clear that they are to be eliminated at all costs."

Admiral Thrawn stopped for a moment to let all that information seep in for all the other officers. He then pressed a small button on the visual display that was inlaid in the table. A small square in the middle of the table disappeared to reveal a holo projector. A map of the galaxy appeared. All the systems that Thrawn had mentioned turned different colors. The Ryloth System was red, Mustafar was blue, Alzoc III was green along with Svivran. Melida/Daan had a small pair of crossed blaster rifles over it, as did Naboo.

"As you can see the interloping Excrement made no attempt at stealth, strategic maneuver, or planning-in-depth when it made its attack. They acted more like a single bludgeoning hammer working one nail at a time, gradually wearing down the hammer," Thrawn smiled slightly at the analogy. "After Alzoc III they split into three groups. One is being torn apart by our forces at Mustafar. Another by the Rebels at Melida/Daan. Balroggan forces have retaken the space around Alzoc III, cutting lines of communication. So we're dealing with the two remaining forces, one at Melida/Daan and the one at Naboo. However we will not be heading either to Naboo, Mustafar, or Melida/Daan."

A sudden outburst of whispering rose, a few bald questions being raised. Grand Admiral Thrawn merely smiled and nodded at them. "That's correct Admiral Orannis, we're not going to Naboo."

"But why?" the admiral asked. He was curious, as were they all.

"Because we're going to Ryloth," smiled Grand Admiral Thrawn. "With the main group of Rebel forces concentrated at Melida/Daan defending themselves, we will slip in behind them and retake Rython for the Galactic Empire. We will coordinate with Imperial forces at Geonosis where we ourselves will have the Epion stationed. Now," he turned off the projection and the lights came back on. "Are there any questions?"

"When do we leave?" asked Admiral Daala.


Geonosis | Imperial Sector Command

Most would have been scared speechless by seeing something as large as the Epion enter their system. It was the size and shape of the Death Star, but did not have its bite. It was simply a station the size of a small moon. And along with it came an armada of disquieting proportions. Three Executor-class Super Star Destroyers, one hundred and twenty Imperial Star Destroyers, hundreds of more cruisers, frigates, troop transports and more. Sitting in the command chair of his flagship Olympus, Grand Admiral Thrawn smiled to himself at imagining the look on the poor ensign working his ComScan station at the Imperial Sector Headquarters.

"Grand Admiral," Commander Steele said, coming up to salute next to Thrawn. "We've just notified Sector Command of our presence."

"Not that they needed that confirmation. Thank you commander. See to it that Admiral Orannis takes up the appropriate orbital pattern for the Epion station. Have Admiral Tyrik and Daala break off into their respective combat groups and prepare my own for immediate departure," ordered Thrawn.

"Won't you want to speak with the Sector Commander?" asked Commander Steele.

"That's what Veers is here for," said Thrawn lightly. "Now go about my orders Commander."

"Aye sir," Steele snapped a salute and sped off.

Three different combat groups, each led by one of the Executor-classes, broke off from the armada and jumped into hyperspace. A dozen or so other ISDs stayed behind with the Epion. Admiral Veers, feeling a bit perturbed at being left for desk duty, contacted the local Sector Commander informing him of the arrival of the Thrashian Fleet.

In Space:

Ray gun, flew with his wing man, as he had the enemy in his sights. The damn frakker was trying to dodge, as he fired off his main cannons at the fighter in front of him. Ray gun pushed his viper to the limits, as he moved up down, and to the side trying to get a clear shot. Then he turned his head.

“What the frak?” he stated, as he could clearly see Coredian Vessels. H picked up the com. “Zeus actual, this is raygun, we have pampers, repeat the Pampers Army is here. Requesting orders.” he said.

Admiral Hallen hearing that over the speakers turned to her draidus officer. “It is confirmed sir, Coredians are present and are engaging hostile.”

Thus the test began. Admiral Hallen’s heart grew filled with hate. She paused for a moment. “Sir do you wish to engage the bed wetters?” one of the enlisted men asked.

“Have they attacked any of our vessels?” she asked hoping the answer was yes.

“No sir, they appear to be aiding the thirteenth.” he replied.

“Frak, weapons hold against the Coredians, target only the Easy Bake Ovens.” she ordered.

“Yes sir.” he replied.

Hallen grew angrier at her own order as she slammed her fist into the table. The last though that came to her was.... “Patience.”

As her order went out, Ray gun sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was to have to fight another war, another enemy, especially in such tense cicrumstances. He then pressed his com system. "Ok Ladies, time to place the show on the road. Vipers lay down cover fire, Raptors deliver the package. As he spoke, the vipers lined up in a claw formation and began to strafe space, filling the void with it's cannon fire.

The Raptors then vanished, appearing four hundred clicks off the bow of the world ships. As they exited the white light, each raptor fired off their 36 missiles per raptor, towards their targets, the capitol world ships, and the Dracul. With Eighty Raptors from each mercury class battlestar, and one hundred and twenty raptors from the Warstar, the nearly 1080 raptors shot off their 36 missiles individually at the ships at very close range minimizing their PD ability to shoot them down.

(OOC: 1080 raptors total, shooting 36 missiles a peice = 38,800 Missiles, and this is not including the main batteries from the battlestars, or the vipers, divided between your World Ships and Dracul. For reference of firepower, see this clip on Colonial Missiles. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4lxkOvoU0Q time frame 04:37 - end)


"The Colonials have jumped into the system." The XO of the Tholme said to his captain. "They're targeting the enemy."

"I see. It seems the Dornalian has them on a tight leash, as expected from their recent alliance." The captain mused. "Good! Continue engaging the enemy!"

Commodore MacDougal spat out her hourly Tab-and-Vodka mixture and looked at the screen. She then angrily screamed at Gracie, "What the fuck is that **** doing?! I told her to go from the front!"

Gracie replied, with a beep and a skeptical look, "Well, it seems that they're making attack runs with fighters and shuttlecraft--those Vipers and Raptors they like using. They're also executing the biggest missile spam I've ever seen."

MacDougal growled and said, "Uh uh. Nobody outdoes me. Let's show that flamebroiled bitch who's boss." She then picked up the mike and went, "All units! Increase missile spam! Our Little Sisters think they cam shoot more missiles than us!"

By now, the Dornalians had retaliated against the increase in enemy firepower, fighters dueling with enemy fighters and Komsomol and fighter missions making even more aggressive attack runs in reply. The Dornies generally stepped up their own assault, and though they had sustained some damages, the sheilding the Dornies had made was built tough, and kept going. The Drone ships, battlecruisers that were once crewed by men and now by remote control, lost some men, but that was fine. They were meant to be used up. The Maos and Lin Biaos simply opened fire on their opponents. The Mao Zedong battleships gunning for the Rinshi, the Lin Biaos and others gunning for the Namai Ko still. Their usual targets in their sights, they kept going.

Then, the Colonial Missile Spam hit, and the Coredians. And, MacDougal's orders. Thus, the Dornie vessels began spitting out thousands of their own missiles, though in volley fire. The clouds of Colonial fire proved difficult, however, and thus the Dornies manuevered carefully, often screaming at their "little sisters" to "Watch where you're fuckin' shooting!"

As this occurred, MacDougal called Hallen and said, "I wanna see you in your ready room after this is over." Her voice was full of rage, drunken and sober. On a happier note, the Coredians were asked if they wanted assistance, and five Maos were readied in case.

BUMP to remind about the Imperial sides of the battle

Also, I have started an OOC Thread to discuss the RP.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13757055#post13757055

Meilda/Daan

The Battle Continued and was getting deadly. Two Rin-Shi were blasted to bits and 4 Lin-Biaos were burning.

the enemy fighters were soon to meet The Hyperborian Fighters and fond out how deadly they were. One enemy Fighter wasn't attacked by one fighter, But Seven! Five would chase a enemy fighter, fireing weapons at it. The other Two attack not from the front or behind, but from the sides. The other Two were not seen till it was too late. It was known as the Pack attack.

The Fighters that was useing this tatic were not only Naga-Majors and Naga-Minors But another, more deadly Ship. the dread Naga-Cycoi a Stingray shaped fighter with a Turning Turent that was maned by one gunner. This was crewed by two, The Rear Gunner and The Pilot/Gunner.

The Dracul Continued the attack on the Jailbreak, Shields still holding. Ayame soon knew that one would win this fight was if the other retreated or was destroyed. She knew it would not be her destroyed.

Ion Cannons soon fired heavy, along with Turbolasers, Beam Cannons and The Large Plasma Cannons. as The Ship continued to head for the side of the ship for a attack at point-blank range.

One of the worldships was damaged by The enemy Ships and their small Superlasers. But these were still fighting. Two Rin-Shi Cruiser analogs soon started attacking the artillery ships of the enemy. one heading at Ramming Speed to the enemy Ship.

Svivren.

The Fleet was being Pounded by the Imperials and more then half the fleet was destroyed. But The Hyperborians were not retreating or surendering, they were fighting. As for Bombarbing the planet, it wasn't going to happen. a Strong ten layered planetary shield was around Svivren.

Soon fire started coming from the planet, long range Ground based Turbolasers and Plasma Cannons fired non-stop against The enemy. The only way the enemy would win was to destroy The planet or besiege it.

Other kills are as follows:
Colonials: 5 Namai-kos, 6 Gansi-porbani, 8 Rin-shi.
ND: 6 Rin-shi, 4 Namai-kos, 4 Gansi-porbani, 4 Mithi-Hagisi.

Bump

OOC:



If you are looking for posts, the others are waiting for you to clear up some problems detailed in the OOC Thread linked a couple posts above this one.

BUMP to bring this to his attention

This RP has been decided by a majority of the players to end. There is no further reason to post here and events will be considered done and over with.

Here is the link to the OOC Thread where people posted their desire to close this disaster.

OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13772838&postcount=31)

I wish to apoligize to the people who have been reading along about ending this. It is due to no faults of ours but you still need to be apoligized to for being let down.