Mini Miehm
24-07-2008, 16:40
The first Oolt pos stepped through the door, and was immediately destroyed by the thresh's primitive weapon. The distinctive ratcheting sound of one of their "revolvers" was clear over the pawing of the Scout Leader's oolt. "Christ Jesus Dad..." The squat combat suit in the midst of the posleen swarm was a surprise. Centuries ago, he had crushed millions of the centauroid aliens with reckless abandon. Now he fought alongside them to reclaim his home. "I told you we should use my forces rather than your own." The high feathery crest of the God King lifted in surprise as yet another of his normals was wiped away, this time by one of the humans heavier guns. "This human is crafty. It is befitting that the edas antai of our allies is as deadly as his eson antai."
"He's just being stubborn. He'll come out. Just let me go in and talk to him."
All around the house Posleen Hordes swarmed, assaulting the treacherous human governments that had sided with the Darhel. Fleet Strike battalions of Mobile Infantry, along with certain Line and Guard units, backed up their allies with heavy weapons, artillery, and armor support. The centaurs were, as usual, dying by the thousands. The humans, however, unlike usual, were dying in similar numbers against them. Heavy space cruisers interdicted the planetary defense centers, smashing them from orbit and destroying the enemies ability to stop the ever increasing flow of troops landing on the ground. The flagship of this bizarre fleet drifted over the remains of Washington DC, long recaptured by the allied expeditionary force, and held strong by Bravo Company of the 555th. Three Darhel counterassaults had been smashed by less than 300 combat suits, and the capitol appeared to be secure.
"General Taylor, the assault is well in order. The only problem is relieving the Bane Sidhe infiltration teams. The O'niels are refusing to cooperate with the Posties, even against the Darhel."
"Surprise surprise. Mike is down there. Senior and his family will at the very least cooperate when they talk to Mike."
"Scoutmaster Allllnt won't allow Mike to directly contact his father. The tenar sleds indicate that he has several one shots, and we feel it is unsafe to introduce combat suits, especially Mike's, into that situation. The scoutmaster has elected to use his troops, one at a time, to try and run the man out of bullets. Or at least make him reload at some point and grab him then. It's not the brightest plan, but there are 400 posleen in his scout troop, and only one Mike."
"The decision is sound. Continue as planned. Get Mike on the horn and let me talk to him. Also get me Himmit Rigas, and Jake Mosovich. Somebody has to get the Bane Sidhe to do more than remain neutral."
The fire had died down. Billions of posleen, a few hundred thousand humans, those that had sided with the Fleet rather than the Darhel backed world government, and a few million more Indowy. The bare remnants of the clans that had made up the core of the Galactic Bane Sidhe, rather than the earth based O'niels. Earth was back in human hands again, to an extent. The Coalition, Tular Posleen, Fleet Strike, and Galactics, was very much an alien majority, but it was accepted by everyone that Fleet was the leading entity. The Fleet that had smashed the first Posleen invasion, reclaimed more than 200 worlds from the crocodilian invaders, and finallyreturned to earth to reclaim it from another, less violent but infinitely more sinister occupation.
The arrival of the remainder of the posleen fleet was a massive beacon to anything with eyes. Nearly four thousand ships, the mass of Lampreys and C-Decs would be enough to intimidate nearly anyone. Hopefully it would be enough to intimidate the Darhel into leaving the Earth in peace again, for a time.
OOC:
A Short History of the Posleen Wars, and all that follows after:
In the year 1999 a federation, for lack of a better term, of alien races approaches various world governments. They are informed that a nigh unstoppable horde of invaders has taken more than 200 of their worlds, and Earth is close to being next in line. The federation is entirely pacifistic, and has had almost zero success at fighting the posleen, which is why they have come to humanity. Humans are very good at warmaking, and the might of every nation in the world is turned towards the goal of stopping this invasion cold. They have five years. In 2004, the first alien landings, on the American coast, and worldwide occur. Northern Virginia is overrun within a matter of days, and Washington DC is nearly lost within the first week. Many areas hold, despite nearly impossible odds, and the world begins to either fall apart or come together. By 2007 almost the entire world has fallen to the posleen. The estimate population of humans remaining is some 1 billion survivors, concentrated in America, with holdouts in mountainous central Europe and the Australian outback. Nearly a sixth of the worlds population is lost as the Chinese Red Army retreats up the Yang Tze river valley, eventually succumbing to desperation and unleashing their entire nuclear arsenal, attempting to stem the flow. The Yang Tze valley is still radioactive, and China, as a culture and a nation, is effectively non-existent. The majority of the world is in similar condition. In America, posleen stupidity and brutal terrain backing their coastal plains has allowed a large population to survive, behind massive fortifications and defenses, feeding the unstoppable juggernaut of the American warmachine with weapons and bodies. Germany holds out similarly, and is the second largest nation of survivors, retreating into Switzerland and holding the critical mountain strongholds against assault with their heavy armor and at times sheer determination.
Nearly 1,000 years later, the corrupt Darhel heads of the Galactic Federation have, through assassinations, bribes, blackmail, and other unsavory methods, managed to effectively conquer earth. A small remnant of the posleen horde survived, under the leadership of Tulestanaloor, and signed what was effectively a treaty with the humans. These are the Tular posleen. The entirety o the Federation's worlds have been reclaimed, and Fleet, and its combat hardened infantry Fleet Strike, return to earth with a vengeance. Their first attempt to oust the Darhel is a miserable failure, and the devastated supermonitors of the Fleet limp back in defeat. In desperation the remaining heads of Fleet and Fleet Strike, along with certain allied units from occupied nations sign an agreement with the Tular Posleen, and unleash them o9nce again on the galaxy. The posleen will support the new Earth Coalition, and in return, the Fleet will allow them freedom, and not interfere in their affairs, effectively allying themselves with the alien nation. The united coalition forces return to Earth, and crush the defenses in sheer numbers, taking back the planet by force, and losing the majority of the population to Darhel attacks and "incidents" in the proccess. And now the two nations, occupying a much larger amount of territory than they can effectively control, set about the task of rebuilding earth after yet another posleen invasion.
"He's just being stubborn. He'll come out. Just let me go in and talk to him."
All around the house Posleen Hordes swarmed, assaulting the treacherous human governments that had sided with the Darhel. Fleet Strike battalions of Mobile Infantry, along with certain Line and Guard units, backed up their allies with heavy weapons, artillery, and armor support. The centaurs were, as usual, dying by the thousands. The humans, however, unlike usual, were dying in similar numbers against them. Heavy space cruisers interdicted the planetary defense centers, smashing them from orbit and destroying the enemies ability to stop the ever increasing flow of troops landing on the ground. The flagship of this bizarre fleet drifted over the remains of Washington DC, long recaptured by the allied expeditionary force, and held strong by Bravo Company of the 555th. Three Darhel counterassaults had been smashed by less than 300 combat suits, and the capitol appeared to be secure.
"General Taylor, the assault is well in order. The only problem is relieving the Bane Sidhe infiltration teams. The O'niels are refusing to cooperate with the Posties, even against the Darhel."
"Surprise surprise. Mike is down there. Senior and his family will at the very least cooperate when they talk to Mike."
"Scoutmaster Allllnt won't allow Mike to directly contact his father. The tenar sleds indicate that he has several one shots, and we feel it is unsafe to introduce combat suits, especially Mike's, into that situation. The scoutmaster has elected to use his troops, one at a time, to try and run the man out of bullets. Or at least make him reload at some point and grab him then. It's not the brightest plan, but there are 400 posleen in his scout troop, and only one Mike."
"The decision is sound. Continue as planned. Get Mike on the horn and let me talk to him. Also get me Himmit Rigas, and Jake Mosovich. Somebody has to get the Bane Sidhe to do more than remain neutral."
The fire had died down. Billions of posleen, a few hundred thousand humans, those that had sided with the Fleet rather than the Darhel backed world government, and a few million more Indowy. The bare remnants of the clans that had made up the core of the Galactic Bane Sidhe, rather than the earth based O'niels. Earth was back in human hands again, to an extent. The Coalition, Tular Posleen, Fleet Strike, and Galactics, was very much an alien majority, but it was accepted by everyone that Fleet was the leading entity. The Fleet that had smashed the first Posleen invasion, reclaimed more than 200 worlds from the crocodilian invaders, and finallyreturned to earth to reclaim it from another, less violent but infinitely more sinister occupation.
The arrival of the remainder of the posleen fleet was a massive beacon to anything with eyes. Nearly four thousand ships, the mass of Lampreys and C-Decs would be enough to intimidate nearly anyone. Hopefully it would be enough to intimidate the Darhel into leaving the Earth in peace again, for a time.
OOC:
A Short History of the Posleen Wars, and all that follows after:
In the year 1999 a federation, for lack of a better term, of alien races approaches various world governments. They are informed that a nigh unstoppable horde of invaders has taken more than 200 of their worlds, and Earth is close to being next in line. The federation is entirely pacifistic, and has had almost zero success at fighting the posleen, which is why they have come to humanity. Humans are very good at warmaking, and the might of every nation in the world is turned towards the goal of stopping this invasion cold. They have five years. In 2004, the first alien landings, on the American coast, and worldwide occur. Northern Virginia is overrun within a matter of days, and Washington DC is nearly lost within the first week. Many areas hold, despite nearly impossible odds, and the world begins to either fall apart or come together. By 2007 almost the entire world has fallen to the posleen. The estimate population of humans remaining is some 1 billion survivors, concentrated in America, with holdouts in mountainous central Europe and the Australian outback. Nearly a sixth of the worlds population is lost as the Chinese Red Army retreats up the Yang Tze river valley, eventually succumbing to desperation and unleashing their entire nuclear arsenal, attempting to stem the flow. The Yang Tze valley is still radioactive, and China, as a culture and a nation, is effectively non-existent. The majority of the world is in similar condition. In America, posleen stupidity and brutal terrain backing their coastal plains has allowed a large population to survive, behind massive fortifications and defenses, feeding the unstoppable juggernaut of the American warmachine with weapons and bodies. Germany holds out similarly, and is the second largest nation of survivors, retreating into Switzerland and holding the critical mountain strongholds against assault with their heavy armor and at times sheer determination.
Nearly 1,000 years later, the corrupt Darhel heads of the Galactic Federation have, through assassinations, bribes, blackmail, and other unsavory methods, managed to effectively conquer earth. A small remnant of the posleen horde survived, under the leadership of Tulestanaloor, and signed what was effectively a treaty with the humans. These are the Tular posleen. The entirety o the Federation's worlds have been reclaimed, and Fleet, and its combat hardened infantry Fleet Strike, return to earth with a vengeance. Their first attempt to oust the Darhel is a miserable failure, and the devastated supermonitors of the Fleet limp back in defeat. In desperation the remaining heads of Fleet and Fleet Strike, along with certain allied units from occupied nations sign an agreement with the Tular Posleen, and unleash them o9nce again on the galaxy. The posleen will support the new Earth Coalition, and in return, the Fleet will allow them freedom, and not interfere in their affairs, effectively allying themselves with the alien nation. The united coalition forces return to Earth, and crush the defenses in sheer numbers, taking back the planet by force, and losing the majority of the population to Darhel attacks and "incidents" in the proccess. And now the two nations, occupying a much larger amount of territory than they can effectively control, set about the task of rebuilding earth after yet another posleen invasion.