NationStates Jolt Archive

A Steamy humid and silent day, with a crisp blue sky was broken, as rumbling noises filled a valley, echoing through the Cavernous lines of hills and mountains that were painted with thousands of tropical plants, streams of water falling from the cervices and openings of several mountains, above all this was a plateau , fields of dark green grass shifted back and forth in the wind. The sky above it was broken by a massive transport pod hovering lower and lower, through the crisp sky over head wing flowing across the scenic flat lands that dropped suddenly in to a valley.

Flashes of white bright light appeared bellow, men and equipment starting to crackle in to existence, the MCV was first to beam down its large body illuminated by a bright white arcing beaming light, followed by Several Super Sherman tanks and several Sherman M-4’s. Several moments passed transports continued to beam down men and materials flashes of lights appearing all around the plateau, the MCV was immodestly deployed in a flash of intense light and mechanical weering it had unpacked in to a massive yard of sorts, its sleek surface glimmering with light from the twin suns. The white sleek metal of the yard’s body changing in to a greenish camouflage.

Several men from the 31st Joint unit battalion, watched as each component of the base was set up, compact dark fusion reactors being put together in flashes of lights, a warp gate to procure new units and a robotic repilcatory assembly plant to build new bodies . the plateau, was quickly becoming a center of activity, Major Rosenberg , was standing near a cliff looking down over the valley, his Battle dress gear had digital green cammo shimmering over it original white finish until it was totally blended with the environment, he held his ABR-20 in his hand, the clip fully loaded, his eyes focusing automatically on ridges scanning and watching for movements, his sergeants were associating behind him with the troops.

He looked back and smiled a bit through his enclosed black visor and mask; he said with a semi distorted and rob tic soft voice reverberating in to the crowd of soldiers sitting by , he said with a slight chuckle.

“Yo guys, stay frosty and don’t kill an sentient, we’ve heard reports of reptilians, raptors, and tones of other shit on this world , don’t go wandering out of the base containment walls, or ill have your ass , and your rank understand!”
“Sir yes sir!”

Reverberated through the ranks of the division, he beamed those words in to the heads of all his other men as well, who were simply standing on point, they all looked around as wall pylons began to materialize seemingly out of thin air as soon as a section was complete, a blue hue appeared between the section in a large wall like fashion, with a slow angelic hum and a crackle the base came to life, the soldiers wandering around performing security tasks.

A fleet beacon was to be built to communicate back and forth from the 40 ship fleet in orbit of the newly seemingly claimed world , commander Charles Remington stood on board the UTS Atlantis, a newly commissioned bloc IIIA Warrington class cruiser , named after the old earth space shuttle Atlantis.. it floated with its cadre of escorts and other cruisers in orbit around the blue and green jewel that was known as Ixia 2…


(ooc looking for a ground skirmish or some thing here or some one to rp sentients so I can open relations with them :P)

OOC: You don't mind if I have a few idle Cyprians out here? Not govermental ones, of course, just people who roam the stars, looking for interesting things.

IC: Hekk-Falar!

The hiss rang throughout the tribe's huts, the raptors there clutching their newly-bought pulse rifles.

"What does that mean?", Herena whispered to her companion.

Joam looked intently at his hand for a moment, and spoke. "Honour-death."

"Honour-death? Are they going to kill us?"

"No, no. It's a ritual celebration. They're happy with us."

"Oh."

Hekk-falar-anah!

"And now?"

"Honour-death-hunt."

"So?"

"Look, Herena. We just fired up the fabbers, and armed them with enough weaponry to extend their dominion in the valleys nearby. For all that they're smart and tough-"

Purple flashes missed his head by a few yards, shredding a tree.

"-they're not numerous. There are a lot of non-sentients on this planet who'd as soon kill us as look at us. With pulse rifles, d-fields, and a few high explosives, they can turn their little tribal villages into a planetary empire kinda quickly."

The raptor gathered around them, unblinking yellows eyes staring at them. Herena grasped his arm, and Joam sighed, and spoke.

"Ss-tathnar. Hekk-falar."

The rifles lowered in agreement, and they left the camp. It was not an act of kindness, but one of blatant manipulating. The raptors would be able to reach planetary spaceflight far sooner with the aid of the Cyprians, and, once that happened - well, they'd remember the meat-from-the-sky that came and gave them the power they needed.

"They were geneered, by the way."

"What?"

"Well, they're Earth raptors, for one, for two, they're highly intelligent, and for three, they shouldn't have been able to make all the sounds they did. Geneered for sure."

They moved back to their ship, their job done. The corvette took off, prepared to leave the world - yet, with the new technologies granted to the raptors, first contact with other races was almost assured to be rocky.

The planet's name was Collea, and it was not of interest to the Mannlich Imperium of Zerstorendar but for one thing: it was full of things to kill. Preliminary scans of the planet showed a wide variety of colourful creatures that would pose as top-notch competitors in a training exercise.

The Zerstorendarian forces were comprised of a single fifty-man unit known as a Digit, comprised of superhuman, hulking, heavily armoured, AI-boosted soldiers known as Ravagers who were considerably faster than they looked. They were led by an agent known as a Spectre, whose duties ranged from government dirty work to elite battlefield support. The Spectre's armour was less bulky, and his capabilities far outweighed those of the formidably boosted heavy infantry accompanying. The price, of course, was his humanity.

Their purposes on the planet were simple: find new and exotic creatures, and kill them. The idea was to test the effectiveness of a hunter-killer unit of Ravagers led by a Spectre as opposed to a Ravager officer under non-lethal circumstances. The stealth capabilities of the group were also to be tested: many creatures on the planet had powerful sensory systems, and the ability of the Zerstorendarians to avoid detection by them would be closely analyzed.

It was irrelevant why there were there, however. It was relatively unimportant business, and there was a new priority: investigate the two battalions of an unknown military that had just landed. They had full armour support and a over a thousand fully-equipped soldiers.

The Zerstorendarian reaction to such a development was indicative of the irregular leadership: a Ravager Officer would be more likely to treat the enemy as hostile and simply observe them until threatened. A Spectre, however, was a more calculated being, not to mention patient.

So diplomacy it was.

"Admiral Zeren, we report a heavy battle group near the planet known as Ixia 2."

"Good, if they are hostile this may be a good chance to test our new Xerek-class battle cruisers. But first send a general message to them in Universal."

Attention this is the Ziolisian Admiral Zeren speaking.
"Attention unidentified vessels please identify your country and the reason you are here.
If you do not you will be deemed primitive or hostile.
Be warned our Xerek-class battle cruisers are armed with 6 Quad Railguns.
And we have a point defense system on our ships.

The Ship in orbit stood their ground, their ominously large and massive frames loomed in the distance, as the Ziolisin ships maneuvered in to Federation claimed space, the commander pressed his hand on the floating communications panel, he heard the message before thanks to his tactical officer’s Mind to Mind communication. He rested his smooth hand on the panel and opened a channel he sighed gently as he started to speak.

“This is Commander Charles Remington of the United Terran Ship Atlantis, we hear your message, however you are entering Terran Owned space, identify yourselves immediately”

His voice reverberated with command and disciplines yet a diplomatic toughness as well; he looked over to the tactical officer who had beams of light moving a mile a second to and from the main frame of the ship. He said again with a softer tone, pressing his hands behind his back as he stood sternly.

“I want all ships to raise shields, and keep weapons on standby, have several Dragon furies maneuver out to give us a better idea of who we’re dealing with..”

The tactical officer gently nodded, his eyes lighting up with a burst of blue data, the message was sent via QETT, the ships hummed to life shields and Dark energy fields washed over the ship in a brust of blue and blackish green energy, covering the varying sizes of the 40 ship fleet.

31ST Squad or better known as Demon Squadron, lead by the legendary ace Trent Hawking, had been assigned the lead position, to fly his 6 Fighter squad to investigate, he would be followed by the more generic Beta and Charlie squads who were flying SA-40A dragon furies, while his squad would be flying the newer untested SA-40C .

He rested his hand on his control stick, his mind wirelessly interlinked with the advanced AI of the craft a grin came over his pale face as he moved the throttle up by moving two fingers over a holographic console, the fighter moved out towards the new contracts, followed by his wingmen forming up in to a Standard V shaped wedge, the SA-40C’s moved in tandem graciously slicing a trail of white and blue behind them through space, Beta and Charlie fallowed on each side. In all 18 fighters had been deployed, Trent had QED Radioed his wingmen with a message a soft reserved voice ringing out as they neared the contacts.

“Stay frosty guys, if shit goes down, blast em or follow my lead..”

Rogers and affirmatives were sent by his “characters” as they were so called for their extra ordinary behaviors.

Mean while on the ground forces continued to build up. Major Rosenberg had gotten wind through the bases MADAR, and MLDG Scanners, as well as his own units equipment that contacts were arising, as well as odd weapons fire occurring, through the region. They knew they weren’t alone , the sentient somehow on this world had gained access to weapons it seemed, but they didn’t know for sure, Rosenberg assigned a 5 man team to go with him just outside the gate in to some thicket.


He marched along with his five other men with him, their black suits of powered armor stomping ever so quietly on the floor, as they carried their rifles in hand, several men carried MASAT-10 Crossbow launchers equipped with a significant source of ammo, as well as general ABR-20’s a Dark Plasma flamer and grenades. The Flamer moved ahead flanked by two riflemen in a wedge. The crossbowmen were on the side, He was in the middle, they all moved silently and quickly in to the thicket hoping to get a glimpse of what was happing, the engaged their active cammo and became all but invisible to the naked eye, as well as blending it utterly perfect with the background, they all used their eyes to zoom in and change scanning spectrums every now and again. Terrans had been modified so much these days they could see far and as many different spectrums as possible without having a massive sensor array.

ooc: yey! i can test out my land equipment now.

The KSS Insufferable had been stuck on this planet for almost a few months the ship had been caught in a gravtic disturbace and had been forced to land on this planet doing the best they could to disguise them selves the Ship "grew" into the surrounding mounntains making it almost undectectable and turning it into a fortress with most systems offline bar a few they set up defenses sensor nets and set about taking over this world and waiting for the next Patrol to near within 8LY which could be a long time.

7C over saw a partial reintergration of the power core, the PDA was almost completely offline only secondaries were online

"we need some information from the surrounding area, our limited sensors have picked up power surges here" said 7C pointing to a place on the map( the heavily defended base of who's it)
"you four are to go their and see if they are freindly if so seek assistance our engineers say we can only survive here for another 3 months before we run out of supplies and power"

with few words of encoragement the heavily armed group of kewen set off towards the power signal scuttling through the forest their weapons and armour almost invisible making look like a pack of natives running about

"Admiral we are beginning deployment of ground troops to the planet. Report, wa have an incoming fighter squadron, activating point defense systems."

The admiral watched as thousands of transports poured out from the Xerek battle cruisers.

"Send a broadcast now."

This planet was never yours it belongs to the natives. We have this information in our archives. We obtained it when we first sent the expeditionary force 10 years ago. If you are going to call this your "space" then we will fight to liberate this planet from you and return it to the natives.

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Down on the surface of Ixia 2...

"Lieutenant Zeke we have set up base camp. Approximately 20 klicks southwest of the enemy base camp."

"Well done Private. Set up the trip mines and the point defense systems, also set up the secondary forcefields while we wait for the primarys to come online."

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Back in space...

"Admiral should we fire now?" questioned the drone FC1

"Activate the railguns and aim them at the "Terran" ships, but don't fire, we'll give them a last chance before we fire and bring in the WorldShipT."


OOC:WorldShipTs are the same as WorldShips 8 mile in diameter, but WorldShipTs are huge carriers capable of launching a whole battle fleet.

a cluster of purple blue spheres appeared, melting away as five ships exited warp. A battleship and four destroyers. On the bridge of the Crown of Swords, stood a creamy haired man, with long pointed ears and tufts at the ends. His race known throughout the galaxy as the legendary Ctarl Ctarl.

The tactical officer called out almost the instant they had exited their spatial folds. "Captain, detecting multiple vessels. Most of unknown origin. One TFU fleet."

The coms officer looked back. "Shall i open a channel to the TFU?" the kitsune woman asked.

The captain nodded. "Engage stealth screens and switch to tactical drives. Open a channel to the TFU fleet." He paused a moment and the front screen lit up. "This is Captain Adrias of the Crown of Swords. Greetings to the Federal Union. May we have an appraisal of the situation?"

The ships particle impulse drives dimmed to nothing. Their stealth screens powering up to mask the ships from sensors. Their flat black hulls masking them visually from sight against the blackness of space.

“Status report” Demanded commander Remington, his hands crossed behind his back looking over at the hooked in tactical officer, the officer responded in a soft robotic yet human voice, as the bridge went dark completely and totally dark, coming online with the images of the system, the sun and the planet bellow in its view, they seemed to be standing and sitting in the middle of space it seemed. But they were in fact still on the bridge of the UTS Atlantis.

The officer said

“Sir we have locks on our ships, from enemy weapons systems, and we have transports moving out of the ships and towards the planet.”

The commander sighed and sat back on his chair folding his hands in his lap, he said looking over to the tactical officer placing his hands on the communications console floating in front of him in a wisp of rippling energy.
“All hands Battle stations! This is not a drill all hands to battle stations”

He then looked over to the communications console taping a button to send a message to the now hostile forces, he said with a diplomatic yet harsh tone of voice.

“You come in to federation territory, making ludicrous demands of us and you expect us to let go of this world? Not on our watch targeting our ships was a fatal move, it’s ashamed we couldn’t have resolved this peaceably “The com was cut, he looked to his tactical officer and nodded, saying with a reserved tone.

“All ships move in to defensive positions around the planet, prepped Enhanced radiation area denial war heads and fire at those transports make sure those troops are frayed before they get close, target main guns, have destroyers flank us and gunships support, Get alpha beta and Demon squad to launch off a volley of missiles and tact jump back..”

The officer nodded all of these commands were instantly inputted, the bridge was lit up with tactical True to life representations of enemy ships, they could see them even from this far away as if they were right there, watching the red circles around them pulse out.

The Fleets Graviton drivers backed with new monopole Quad Rail accelerators, had begun to fire ERADS, the large shells shirked out of the cannons moving at near light speed, they would explode in between the transports and spread gamma and X-rays through the area, hundreds of ERAD rounds flew in to space, trails of white and blue coming from behind them, they started to explode in a magnificent cornucopia of colors raining waves of deadly gamma and x rays through space.

Trent mean while had already gotten the orders, he said in to the QED radio as he pressed his hand on the auto replication system.
“Fox one through8 launching right now!, all fighters break and jump , target the soft areas of the ships, Charlie and Beta squad use your anti cap ship missiles on your targets, demon squad your on me, alpha tango foxtrot fire at mark one two niner eight.”

With that he pressed his stick, suddenly flashes of light emanated from the under sides of his craft, long pure metal spike with engines had appeared, they launched simultaneously as soon as they were replicated, the rest of his squad mates did the same, HTK missile after HTK missile flew out with a fury, lines of white and blue lighting up the space behind them as they whizzed and moved at near light speed towards soft spots on the enemy ships.

Trent pressed down his FTL jump, him and his squad broke away and point to point jumped right at the defensive line, Charlie and beta fired off high yield 2 staged Polaris 3 ACM, they flew at high speeds moving towards the enemy weapon turrets, as soon as they had launched they had jumped back to the defensive line as well..

The fight was on, The commander sat back on his chair ordering with a swift move of his gloved hand a firing order, suddenly hundreds upon hundreds of graviton rounds with shrieking blue and yellow lines from behind flew in to the darkness of space heading towards their targets, missiles followed suit white hues of flame shooting off as Polaris 3 missile lunched one after another in rapid succession, thousands filling the void of space with their quick flames of death. Thousands or missiles and rounds had filled space within a few seconds of firing.

Mean while on the ground the battalions were on alert, MADAR air defense Fire storm =beams, missiles and shredder cannons were on the alert, troops and solders had rushed in to defensive positions, Sherman and super Sherman tanks were at the ready, and bull dog medium HERC’s charged up their dual neutron cannons and disengaged their missile safeties waiting for the impending assault.

The major cursed himself looking over the information of what was going on, he said looking to his men.
“Damn it we’re under attack, condition alpha 2..”

"FC1 begin point defense systems, lock on to those 2 missiles headed for us."

"Roger that 1 missile destroyed."

A direct hit to a Quad Railgun tore open a hole in the armor and drones were sent to fix it but that would take 2 hours.

"FC2 beign firing of remaining Railguns."

High powered Uranium and Tungsten rounds speeded toward the enemy fleet.

The tactical officer called back. "Sir, i'm detecting weapons discharges between the TFU and the unknown vessels. Orders?"

The captain stood, drawing his katana, the trademark of every ship captain. Its black crystal blade gleaming in the light of the bridge. "All ships, General quarters, all hands man your battle stations. Target the undamaged enemy vessel with main guns." He raised his katana into the air as the lighting on the bridge switched to a deep crimson, klaxtons sounding throughout the 5 ships.

"Target aquired, range one light minute. All systems green. Waiting your order." called the tactical officer.

The captain nodded slightly, "Anyone who strikes at the Terran federation strikes at the Talons." He growled. Dropping the katana like a cavalry commander leading a charge. Its blade gleamed a sickly blood red in the crimson light of the bridge. "Fire at will!"

The four destroyers, each bearing a 6 meter wide barrel poking out from the nose of the ship. The battleship possessed two. Each barrel flashed with a dark purple muzzle flair as well as spiking any gravitic sensors in the area as they each launched a tungsten steel spike at .95c The ships main guns cycling up and releasing their own tungsten steel spikes. The 15 twin 560mm main cannons of the Crown of swords. as well as the 7 twin 343mm guns on the four destroyers. Each one flashing with brilliant deep purple flashes. The Battleship releasing 10 Thanatos class cruise missiles. Each one loaded with an antimatter warhead.

After a long trek the kewen party had arrived at the power source, amazed to find a military installtion abuzz with troops after looking around the base they had found the front gate.

"Clear" said one of them as the group shot towards the gate stopping just meters infront of it and standing still in plain sight.
"their move" said another

“Fire!” Yelled the commander again fisting his hand as he saw volleys of missiles and graviton rounds continue to exit the ship, his eyes lit up as he peered over rail gun rounds screeching and striking against ship shields shredding apart as they hit the DEF of the cruiser and other ships.

He smiled sitting down as he saw Fire storm cannons start rip through space, blue particle beams of death flew in to the darkness of space slicing several hundred trails of blazing blue fire across the night sky lighting up the rough ominous hulls of the ships firing them.

Fire storm cannons shot out Disruptive Higgs particles filtered through DEP to give them a huge boost of energy and disruptiveness, they flew at .99c slicing white flaming disruptive trails of doom towards transports and capital ships.
The commander smiled he sat back in his chair folding his legs together his eyes peering out in to the fully light realm of space, a serine clam came over him as he just looked on…

Mean while on the planet, the attackers had not gone un noticed, suddenly Shredder turrets popped up from the ground , their six barreled twin Vulcan guns starting to rotate as flames and flashes shot from each barrel, high explosive ceaseless rounds rushing at ultra sonic speed making a deadly spread of fire upon enemy incursions, the noises reverberated and boomed through the valley as they opened up 500 thousand RPM flew from their barrels, M-4 Sherman’s moved up from a hill several meters away, at high speed they quickly formed a line of support fire almost a wedge like formation, troops following closely behind, their 150 mm guns opened up energy conversion shells firing on enemy emplacements at ultra sonic speeds, as they hit the ground miniature thermonuclear explosions happed with a spread of lighting like energy all around an area. Round after round swooshed out in a loud roar as tank guns recoiled back as shells flew through the air whizzing by trees and native gryphons.

Mean while a quad barreled Athena HERC thumped along the hills, its massive four 180 mm guns facing forward, its legs moving up and slamming down with a huge shake in the ground, its active cammo surface , as they began to deploy.. Chirring and whizzing noises from mechanical instruments in the large quad barreled mech reverberated through the valley as the guns began getting ready to fire.

The Athena Squadron commander sat back in his command chair inside the mech, the four guns on each side of his holographic windows opening up and getting ready to fire. He smiled and said through the QED radio.

“All Athena’s fire at zero five mark three one eight niner, at targets alpha gamma and epsilon enemy forces incoming!”


Suddenly the massive guns of the walking fortresses opened up, each gun shoot out a Dark plasma shell whizzing through the air after a loud crackle energy like boom! Was heard, round after round flew through the air as the 180 mm guns recoiled back readying volley after volley of high yield Dark energy shells, as the shells would burst on the ground waves of dark flames would rise up from impact disrupting space and turning patches of ground in to glass, the flames would spread all around setting things ablaze with its hot darkness. Again the Shermans and Athena’s fire rolling another volley of high energy shells though the air, smoke billowed from impact points dark flames shot up from the forest… filling the air with almost a demonic presence. A group of armored vehicles and IFV’s and M-4 Sherman’s were on reserve ready to pincer any enemies who would try to attack artillery possessions, Madar air defense units were also positioned around..

"FC1 Fire our Railguns, load them with nuclear explosives."

"FC1 is firing Railguns, Should we use maser shield array?"

"Agreed start up the maser array.

In the shining white light that was P-Space, a shape of blackness slithered through. It was a ship, or as close as you could get to the term, seeing as how the whole ship was just an extension of the being known as Halna's mind.

As the 'physical' body that so comforted this being walked on the 'bridge' of the 'ship', he looked up to the computer. "What's our status on stockpile, Jess?"

A shape of bright light emerged from the center console, taking the form of a angelic women, young, perhaps in her twenties. "We have stockpiles to last for several years if we just drift, but any tech or arcane expenditure will cost us."

Halna muttered under his breath, swearing in languages unheard of by mortals and gods alike. "Alright. Where's the nearest habitable planet with a large supply of sapients or near-sapients?"

Jess paused for a moment. "Here." She said, pointing to a star system in Real Space. Halna smiled, just a little bit. "Good." He turned to walk away. "Oh, and Jess, I like the new form."

Jess giggled and said "Thanks."
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Approximately thirty two seconds later, a crack ripped open in the fabric of the universe, into P-Space, with its radient and beckoning light, drawing in the eyes and souls of all mortals who saw it.

A black, sleek shape rocketed out through the tear, and as the shape passed through, the tear closed itself.

The ship rocketed toward space, nearing light-speed in its ability. Halna stood on the bridge, morphed into his favorite fighting shape, a tall, albino man with slightly pointed ears and short cut hair, wearing black plated armor, inscribed with arcane sigils and filled with technological marvels.

Jess stood on the bridge of the ship,

Halna turned toward Jess, who was now standing near the center console. "Jess, since for whatever reasons these people are fighting, they are fighting, I want you to create a distraction. Disabling only, don't use the Soul Shredders, you remember what happened last time we used them."

Jess giggled. "Yes I do." Halna smiled slightly and shook his head. "I'm heading for the surface. I'll be reaping, harvesting as many souls as I can. I just need a distraction." Jess nodded, now more serious. Halna closed his eyes-

And reappeared on the ground, in the middle of the battle site, next to a large tank of some sort. He smiled, and pulled a long rod off of his back. He pressed a button on it, and an axe-head appeared, made of a silvery energy that shone and glistened.

He swung the axe, not hard, but it wasn't light either, just enough to crack a skyscraper in half. He placed his hand on the crack in the tanks hull, shooting arcane magic through, stealing the souls of the men who piloted it, and repeating on the next two, before he dropped to the ground, clutching his head for a brief moment.

His eyes burned with fire for a brief moment, as the Threads of Prophecy burned a message into his brain. Halna muttered something about "Stupid damn Weavers..." as he raced away from the scene, moving so fast his outline began to blur, and he almost faded from view. He darted toward the mechs, pulling out and activiting another Energy Axe.

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Up in space, the ship, piloted by Jess, weaved through the other ships, sending out bombs and lasers that disabled electronics, weapons that ate away shields and pumped the energy into a destructive beam directed at the same ship, and arcane blasts that paralyzed the crew in the part of the ship where it had been hit.



OOC: About my nation: It is a nation of one. Well, two, but one of them (Jess) is just an extension of the others mind (Halna's mind.)

Halna is essentially a demigod, using the souls of sapient beings to power both his arcane magic and technology, which is why he is hunting right now.

Why doesn't he use his powerful magics just to suck the planet dry? The Threads of Prophecy, also known as the Power of Plot(tm). As in, Halna literally CANNOT kill plot important characters or break the plot.

He can be 'killed' it is extremely hard, he is transported back to P-Space when he dies where he must wait at least ten hours and at most fifty-thousand years.

There's the story of my 'nation'.

The battleship and four destroyers released another volley from their main cannons. The 560mm and 343mm rounds streaming across space at a rate of fire of one every two seconds. The cruise missiles accelerating at a constant rate as they crossed the distance. The tungsten steel spikes from the turrets traveling almost as fast as the semi truck sized rounds that flew at 95% of light speed.

The captain kept his stance, Katana pointed forward, whiping it to the side to point at the com station. "Com's send another hail to the TFU Fleet on behalf of the Red Talons."

The message was sent via tight band transmission.

This is the Red Talon Battleship Crown of swords hailing Terran Federal Union ships. Please respond. What is the nature of the situation, beyond the obvious.

Another volley flashed from the small fleet's guns. The main cannons not showing any sign of firing as the six massive tungsten steel spikes would arrive on target in just moments. followed by an ongoing stream of smaller caliber spikes from the ships turrets.

As the tactical officer called out "Signature detected at three three seven by sixty two by one one five. Unknown make, unknown alliance. JESUS its moving at close to light speed! Possible first contact situation. Orders sir?"

The captain paused. "Activate tactical drives, standby p-drives. Send a signal to the new vessel."

The screen lit up with the blank gray that meant he was on screen. "I am Adrias of the Red Talons Battleship Crown of Swords. We are engaged in battle with enemies of our allies. Once the situation has calmed we would be more than happy to begin proceedings of a." The screen went dead as the ship rocked with impacts. Its armor simply reflecting the energy weapons.

Tactical called back. "Multiple impacts. Hull integrity stable. Attacks incoming from unknown vessel."

The captain nodded, flicking his blade to the side. "Redirect fire, main cannons fire at will!" The five ships spun on their axis, Leading the new ship and firing the 6 meter wide barrels of their main cannons. Tungsten steel spikes the size of semi trucks leaving the barrels at 95% light speed as the turrets across the ships opened up on the lone attacker. Their point defense weapons mowing down any missiles or bombs that left the ship.

"Admiral, we report a huge energy burst coming from the other side of Ixia 2."

"Admiral Zeren to base, We are under attack, we request you send the Solarium XIII and a WorldShipT.


OOC: Solarium XIII is a huge solar battle station powered by gravitronic engines which are charged by huge shielded banks of photovoltaic class-XXV solar arrays. Main weapon is a huge main gun making up of the body, it looks like the Hubble Telescope :P

OOC: Ziolis, please for the love of god, read the articles on roleplaying, especially godmodding. Unless of course, you actually mean the EMP will only fry things withing 20 miles, in which case you won't be getting anything : >

OOC: Ok ill delete those parts for fairness meh...And yes i actually did mean it's only contained to 20 freakin miles.

Jess growled as she piloted the ship through the space, rocketing from one side of the battlefield to another, firing the missiles and energy bursts all around.

As she recieved the message, she worked in a flurry, boosting new weapons up to speed from the millenia old battlestations. She looked up quickly for a second as she recieved the partial message. "Shit." She swore under her breath as she typed in a message to the senders.

Hello. My name's Jess. Sorry for the blackout. Don't know who's who. I', just here for some... unusual supplies, thought you guys might block me from doing so. Those Radian bursts don't knock out electronics for quite long, but just in case, I'm sending the Repair and Fortify program to you. It should protect from future attacks. I'm sending it as both an apologetic and a gesture of good will. Just point out the bad guys and I'll go after 'em. Transmitting cooridnates you should send to.

The ship sped up, and a whole ripped open in the foundation of the universe, and the ship dissapeared...

And reappeared about 1/2 AU away, behind the Red Talon ships.

"Admiral we can't win this one without support."

"Very well, boost shields to full power, override the fusion cores, and ram the enemy ships at warp speed."

"Use all the other ships to ram, keep this one so we can call for help."


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6 Xerek cruisers powered up and were attempting to warp straight at the enemy ships, upon impact the ships would explode...

The captain on the Crown of Swords let out a soft sight at picking up the transmissiln from Jess.

"So now they wish to be peaceful..." The Captain stopped talking when the tactical officer called out.

"Enemy hyperspace signature detected. It appears that they're hyperspacing-" He froze a moment as outside one of the destroyers suddenly exploded violently from being impacted with a cruiser. The twisted mass of metal careening oway into space.

"We've lost the number 3 escort!" He finished. The tactical officer blinking at his screen. "They just hyperspaced into one of our ships!"

The captain roared in rage. "Initiate P-drive. Put us next to those bastards!"

The now 4 ships vanished in a blue white flash, spiking any gravitic and magnetic signatures as they did. Appearing an instant later just one light second from the enemy cruiser. Positioned off of its starbord side. The captain raising his katana into the air. The tactical officer called out "Target aquired." And with that the katana was swung down to point ahead. "All ships, full barrage! Fire at will!"

The 4 remaining ships fired all guns. A lethal deluge of tungsten steel followed closely by clusters of Hellfire Antimatter-anti ship missiles.

Maser array activated, now cutting through enemy shields...

"All broadside cannons fire!"

"Take the VP6 gunships, load them with 20 tons of antimatter and put a shaped antimatter charge on the nose cone. Prepare to ram enemy ships."

"Activate ECM, jam their scanners is possible."

"Fire Railguns, Fire Antimatter torpedos."

The railguns shot out guided ram missiles, designed to completely punch through shields

Jess swore. "GODDAMN!" She typed rapidly on the keyboard, sending the ship into action.

It rocketed toward the new arrivals, up to it's full speed in just a few seconds, cutting through the sea of stars like a shark that just smelled blood. Streams of arcane magic blasted out of various ports, designed to drive the part of the crew of the vessal it hit completely insane for approximately 6.7563 seconds.

A central channel in the ship opened up, revealing a large directed energy weapon in the middle. It charged for a second, than fired a huge stream of blue energy at the nearest Xerek cruiser.

As the ship got closer, the weapon shut off, and the shields of the ship changed at the front, turning into a deadly spike of energy that glowed red. The ship sped up even faster, going .98 lightspeed just before it rammed the closest Xerek cruiser.

On the crazy Xerek Cruiser...

"Oh freak ahhhahahahahahhah mehhhhehehehe."

"OMG lez go ram smbdy!!!"

"kkk loadz ze splosives mehehehhehe."

Apparently the crazy spell lasts longer...
Aboard the lead cruiser...

"Damnit only 4 ships left and the other one is crazy."

"Enemy ship rammed Xerek-3!"

"Quick prepare boarding parties, equip them with maser saws to cut through the armor."

"T minus 5 seconds to launch, 4...3...2...1 launch!"

4 heavy corvettes sped out of the hangar bays of 4 cruisers, they were headed toward the ship that had just rammed the command cruiser.

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Meanwhile on the command ship with Admiral Zeren...

"Request reinforcements base."

"Denied, we can't send you the battle station or the transports. Best we can do is the newer Magellan-class starfighters, X69 warships, and some more Xereks."


http://www.orionsarm.com/topics/ineal_01.jpg <---X69
http://www.blizzplanet.com/coppermine/albums/starcraft/starcraft-chronicles-movie/kristijan-spaceships.jpg <---Magellan StarFighter
http://www.orionsarm.com/ships/warship.jpg <---Xerek Cruiser

The ship just drifts silently as the boarding ships approach it, and lets the boarding craft enter.