NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: SEMI CLOSED!
IC
Millions of kewen sat and waiting in awe as three crusiers in a triangle formation stood between the ppylons of Heveans gate the firts ships to be sent through it a great honor.


hours later.

"And now we bid farewall to our brave brotehrs" Finished the annouced after pressing activating a large horn into the speakings waking up the sleeping crowd

5..4...3....2......1.....OFFBLAST! screamed the crowed in unison as the three crusiers were wrenched back and then thrown in the opposite direction of the nebula much to the crowds confussion

"What in the name of Shhhhhhsssniks Nine pools of Fire isthis!" said the Annoucer which was echoed by the crowd much louder.

"Dear god, fellow kewen if i am reading this right someone crossed the wrong wires in the assembly of this great machine and it sent our brothers in the wrong direction not to worry, it should be fixed in the next month or two which is when ou brothers should be back.


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Meanwhile some place far away.....

The three nearly 1.5km Armered crusiers decelerated in orbit of a large planet, seemingly teaming with many thousands of ships, kinda like a captial world of a great starempire.

the sudden appearance of three large and obviously dangerous and military looking warships in orbit of such a planet wouldnt go unnotcied and already seveal small merchant vessels no bigger than 100m were mear stains on the Crusiers hull havingbeing run over and turned into roadkill when the ships began slowing down.

Activating their sheilds the three crusiers sat in space.. and pondered their next move.

ooc: SEMI CLOSED!
IC
Millions of kewen sat and waiting in awe as three crusiers in a triangle formation stood between the ppylons of Heveans gate the firts ships to be sent through it a great honor.


hours later.

"And now we bid farewall to our brave brotehrs" Finished the annouced after pressing activating a large horn into the speakings waking up the sleeping crowd

5..4...3....2......1.....OFFBLAST! screamed the crowed in unison as the three crusiers were wrenched back and then thrown in the opposite direction of the nebula much to the crowds confussion

"What in the name of Shhhhhhsssniks Nine pools of Fire isthis!" said the Annoucer which was echoed by the crowd much louder.

"Dear god, fellow kewen if i am reading this right someone crossed the wrong wires in the assembly of this great machine and it sent our brothers in the wrong direction not to worry, it should be fixed in the next month or two which is when ou brothers should be back.


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Meanwhile some place far away.....

The three nearly 1.5km Armered crusiers decelerated in orbit of a large planet, seemingly teaming with many thousands of ships, kinda like a captial world of a great starempire.

the sudden appearance of three large and obviously dangerous and military looking warships in orbit of such a planet wouldnt go unnotcied and already seveal small merchant vessels no bigger than 100m were mear stains on the Crusiers hull havingbeing run over and turned into roadkill when the ships began slowing down.

Activating their sheilds the three crusiers sat in space.. and pondered their next move.

At last, the 3 ships had stopped. On there way through, they had narrowly missed merchant vessels and 5 frigates. Now, The 2nd Fleet had them. Within seconds of them stopping, the 3 intruders were surrounded by 13 Frigates and a Mole Class Destroyer. Many more ships were rushing to the scene

"Attention unidenified vessels. This is MCD Stool of the 2nd defense fleet. You have illegally entered Mole Space. Surrender your vessels immediately or you will be destroyed. This is your only warning.'

With that, all the ships charged there weapons and waited

The only reply that came was a deep belwing kaughtering on vidoe and audioe vidoe it just showed pitch black with dozens of yellow-red eyes in the darkness and few thousand small varely visible control panel lights and switches.

at that moment the three crusiers orientated to the Destroyer, and their main gun unsheated itself, three incredubly large balls of energy began forming at the tip of each crusier as well as all the weapon ports opened revealing quite a number o guns missle launchers a hanger or two clearing showing the Aliens that these ships are not to be messed with lightly.

"We are not here by will" came a audio only response "We are not surrendering" followed by a pause "You fight us at your own perill" another pause "Our engines are down otherwise we would still not be here"

The only reply that came was a deep belwing kaughtering on vidoe and audioe vidoe it just showed pitch black with dozens of yellow-red eyes in the darkness and few thousand small varely visible control panel lights and switches.

at that moment the three crusiers orientated to the Destroyer, and their main gun unsheated itself, three incredubly large balls of energy began forming at the tip of each crusier as well as all the weapon ports opened revealing quite a number o guns missle launchers a hanger or two clearing showing the Aliens that these ships are not to be messed with lightly.

"We are not here by will" came a audio only response "We are not surrendering" followed by a pause "You fight us at your own perill" another pause "Our engines are down otherwise we would still not be here"

Vice Admiral Roland consider his options. He knew he had these intruders outgunned and outnumbered, but he knew a scrap would be costly.

As he pondered more Frigates arrived to join those surrounded the 3 crusiers. The Vice Admiral responded, 'What do you mean your engines are down? How did you get here otherwise?'

The guns continued charging reaching near enough 55% power.

"You wouldnt belive us if we told you but here goes <insert incredibly large and techincal post here> but in laymans terms, we built a space slingshot to overcome the practical problems of FTL in our space, as such the high speeds busted our engines mid flight and we stopped here. The dam project wasnt ment to shoot us this way, it was supposed to shoot us in the other direction but from what our comms tell us it was a crossed wire" he said ending off in a deep rumbling laughter again as customary for a Fleet admiral when talking to lesser beings.

The Vice Admiral couldn't believe his ears. 'That story sounds so stupid, I guess I'll just have to believe you'

The three ships just sat there in space watching and waiting it would take an estimate of another 7 hours to complete repairs to the Ships,

"Are you still going to try in vain to take our ships? or are you wier than that?"

'We accept your explanation with your trespass. Can we lend any assistance into repairing your vessels'

"Your offer is kind, but we have to reject it,we do not think you are ready solom few are to see the inner workings of our ships. now to clear something up, who are you and where are we?"

Roland just held his temper. How dare these creatures mock him like this? 'You are in Mole Space. We are Moles and we ask the questions. Understood?'

"Yes, if you can" he ended chuckling softly
"I am Fleet Admiral Thiessiss Of the Kewen, commander of the 1st Accqusition and exploration Fleet and 3rd Home Defense Fleet"

Roland's was begin to lose his temper, 'Look my little 'visitor', you are guests in our space for now - treat us with the respect we deserve, understood?'

"yessss..yessss..yessss.. respect a common thing in every being you are getting resssspet, we are generally like thissss after ssssomeone threatenssss to take our sssshipssss, you are getting it, and as for the little comment, you are quite mistaken."

Rolan had enough, 'You have 8 hours to repair your ships. We then expect you to leave our space immediately. You will be escorted to out border. Understood?'

Thiessiss knew his ships could be repaired within that time, but this man or what ever it was was interesting and so was their ships commercial traffic slowing to take a look at the grouping of warships.

"And what if we cant do it in that timeframe?"

'Then we tractor beam your 'vessels' to our borders. '

"you can try though we will guarentee a 100% failrate."

Roland gave no reply. Eventually he answered, 'You have 7 hours, 55 minutes'